#I mean it's not like I have to worry about it getting wet

[strawberrystepmom]

dante x f!reader. established relationship, fluff. | wc 807, reading time: less than 5 minutes.

“Oh shit!”

You exclaim too quickly as you walk into your kitchen after tossing your keys and bag aside and taking your shoes off. The wall between the entryway and the kitchen is a blind spot, leaving you unprepared to walk in on a towel clad, still dripping from the shower version of Dante who grins and points at you.

“Welcome ho-o-o-me.”

He sings his greeting while you press your hand against your chest, trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate from the surprise of seeing him. It’s never that shocking that he makes his way into your apartment, he does know where the spare key is. A spare key that is just the one you had made for him he insisted that he couldn’t take so you hid it in a place you knew he’d find it.

Clearly it has been used.

You eye him up and down though it’s playful, folding your arms over your chest while approaching him.

“Let me guess. You used the good stuff in the shower and have finished off the last of the juice by now too, right?”

Dante shrugs in response, turning the shrug into a shimmy that gradually becomes something more frenetic, his whole body moving in response. The ends of his hair drip onto your floor yet it’s impossible to do much but smile sweetly at his rolling chest and shaking hips.

“Is this your version of a mating dance?” Whispering out of the corner of your mouth, you raise your brows while wrapping an arm around his moving hips. “I feel like a girl bird or something right now.”

“Dunno, is it working?”

Shaking your head, you grin up at him. Distraction successful, he notes to none but himself.

“Hi handsome,” the words are muffled while you press a kiss to his smiling mouth.

Dante’s hand naturally falls to the small of your back and he pulls you against him, chest to chest, and swaying softly in place with you. You look down to check on your feet, quickly returning them upward to glance at him. Those pretty blue eyes stare down at you, his lips curling into a fond smile when his eyes fall upon the crinkle of your nose.

You lean against his bicep, letting him rock you at a rhythm nobody but him can hear.

Copying the little sing-song in his voice from earlier, you raise your eyebrows expectantly while asking. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He pulls you tighter against him and you place your feet atop his, letting him take full control of whatever is happening. A big hand slides from your lower back to your ass, cupping it gently. The damp towel over his thighs gets the front of you wet but whatever worry it causes fades away while you let him step you around, holding onto you and swinging you in a makeshift circle. He indicates he’s about to dip you and you giggle, bending backward over his arm and wrinkling your nose again while he leans in to collect a small kiss.

“Making myself at home just like you always tell me to.”

Grinning, another giggle springs out of you.

“You mean it this time?”

A stronger man would stick to his values and say no. He’d avoid this - the domesticity that makes a wild man tame and lazy. He’d decline the comfort of your shampoo and sheets, the fridge that’s always semi full, the pleasure of seeing the owner of his favorite pair of lips and hands and other things in her natural habitat.

A man is only as strong as his biggest weakness. Dante’s fortunate that his weakness possesses so much strength of her own, enough to keep pushing the issue until you knew he’d eventually give in.

He nods, his amused-at-your-surprise smile fading into something fond. A knowing smirk perhaps, always certain that you knew he’d end up giving in eventually. A simple bow of his head puts it just above yours.

“Yeah,” he kisses you and you greedily allow it, the dancing pausing while his towel slides a little lower on his hips. Both of you burst into a fit of childish giggles, the arm you have slung around his waist pinning the towel in place to keep him decent.

“Think I’d have to be an idiot to keep leaving such a good thing.”

His lips barely part from yours yet he continues to speak, the dancing paused in favor of touching, hand sliding across every still clothed part of you they can touch. Lost in the moment, you slide your arm upward and the towel wrapped around his hips falls to your feet.

“Yeah, I think so too.” You whisper, lifting a foot to kick the towel aside while he reaches to grab your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist.

Never one to miss a signal, you hop up and wrap them both around him, resuming your giggling and kissing while being carried off to christen the couch like it hasn’t been done a thousand times before.

At least it’s a couch you technically share now.

[thetarotyapper]

what would they do to you if they had you all to themselves? (18+)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

☆ pile I ☆

king of cups, death, knight of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, the world, 2 of swords, knight of wands, the tower 

OMG BABE OKAY WOW this person wants to make love to you, like i'm not even kidding. this person has gone through a rollercoaster of emotions because of you and they don't know how to handle it anymore. for many of you, i’m seeing that there is some sort of “situation” here. maybe this person could be a friend of yours? a work colleague? something of that sort? this person is someone you've liked for a long time and it feels wrong to like them for some reason. this person could mean a lot to you. maybe you're worried it'll ruin your friendship (if it's your friend), or maybe you're worried it'll ruin your professional life because you could like someone who is in your workplace. whatever the reason may be, there is some sort of situation here where both of you cannot escape. this dynamic feels wrong, but for some damn reason it also feels so damn right. NO UGH WHY IS IT GIVING FORBIDDEN LOVERS TROPE. I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. there's mutual attraction, but your situation isn't right. y'all will have to be very cautious if you're thinking about moving this connection forward because it also affects a lot of people involved in your connection - like your friends, family, co-workers and so on. okay, i'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!! i just got this “situation” energy and i wanted to clear it out. anyways, let's get to your reading now, my love. 

this person is going to go through a lot of emotions when they're going to be with you for the first time. this all feels so wrong, but it also feels so…..right? ugh why does life have to be so unfair. things are going to feel a little strained and awkward at first but then later, it's going to get SO HEATED. this person has a lot of love to give you, it's almost like they have held themselves back for so long. but they can't take this anymore, they're going to break the walls that are blocking this connection. i'm also seeing that you're going to be very wet (um well sorry that channeled out of nowhere🏃‍♀️). i'm seeing sloppy and hungry-driven kisses. OH THIS PERSON HAS BEEN CRAVING FOR YOU. lots of heat coming in too. LMFAO they're going to adjust their pants a lot because they can't control their hard-on😭. with the king of cups here, im seeing that they'll approach this situation with a mature mindset and they're going to act very cool and well, nonchalant. but guess what? with the tower here, they're not as chill as they seem to be. you get them so worked up like i can literally feel the tension. this person wants to dominate you. they want you to submit to them. they want to see you under them and begging for more. oh babe they're going to change your life. they're hungry for you. i see deep long thrusts - um let me just run away i feel like i'm getting in y'alls bubble aksnamkaka. they literally want you begging for more, like i hear you saying “stop” in between moans but you both know that you want it more rough. they're not even going to wait for you to remove your clothes completely. they're literally going to devour you as soon as they get their hands on you. it's like one moment they're all super respectful and demure and the next it's like BOOM, they're an animal hunting for its prey. 

and trust me when i say this, this is not going to be a quickie. they're going to take their own sweet time in making you come. they've waited days, months, years even to have you all to themselves. all their pent up emotions are going to come out. and this is not a “im gonna do it with them today” typa thing - NO. they've waited a long time for this and it seems like this is all pre-planned too. they've waited for the right opportunity and babe when i tell you they're gonna grab that chance, oh they will. they're going to be so focused on pleasing you, they're not going to stop until you've come undone on their fingers/tongue and their…. well, it starts with a D (d*ck), and if it’s a woman, they want you to fill them up 🫣. i hear them saying “be a good girl/boy and come for me now, will you?” DAMN CHILL OUT BOI. they're a giver. you can literally just lie down and they'll love doing all the work. you're like a precious sculpture for them. you're delicate and they want to handle you with care - but they also don't mind breaking your back in the bedroom 🤭

they're going to be OBSESSED with your body when they see you naked. i can literally hear them saying, “you belong to me and only me”. they're going to be very possessive and jealous when they're making love to you. they're going to do it so slow with you it's almost frustrating. it's like you want them to increase their pace because their teasing is getting too much and you just want to feel the pleasure already, but nope. they're not done. they want to see you crying and begging for more. they want to feel your insides and how nice your….umm….girl grips around their….man😺. they want to feel your girl tightening around them. they want to feel every thrust. they want to feel your moans. they want to feel your desperate pleas. 

however i do see that in between they might rethink what they're doing with you because of this “situational” setting y'all are in but they're eventually going to say “fuck it” and they will literally fuck you. they've waited too long for this. they've waited too long for you. this tension is too much for them and they can't hold it in any longer. 

additional information - 12, mercury, libra, 2, jupiter, virgo, 10, aries, pluto, water, green grass/garland, ocean, mountains, desert, black/grey cloth/shaul, brown, dark - blonde hair, yellow, red, green. 

☆ pile II ☆

9 of wands, death, the fool, 10 of wands, ace of swords, 7 of cups, 9 of cups, king of wands. 

THE CARDS FOR YOUR PILE WE'RE LITERALLY JUMPING OUT AND WERE SO IMPATIENT. maybe this could mean that your person is impatient too hehehe👀🤭

i'm just gonna get straight to the point - fancy dinners and then hard-core love making. FULL STOP. the person in your mind would SPOIL you if they could take you out. im talking red dress, wine in hand, red lipstick, high heels, back suit, neatly combed hair, sitting in a fancy restaurant. like they'll take you out on THE DREAM DATE. either you or this person is going to love it when y'all play hard to get. they want to break down your walls, and by walls i mean your kitty cat’s walls 🐱. your person will love it when you're unsure about what their next move is, or maybe they're the one who'll love the thrill of not knowing what you'll do next. i think both of you will like to balance out the dominating and the submitting part. maybe y'all both are switches. y'all don't mind taking the lead nor submitting. well that's a good thing because both of you are going to enjoy the thrill of being together and well…..getting spicy😳. before even getting to the ahem ahem part, your eyes will do the talking. no words needed. y'all will literally just look at each other and the tension has already begun. i see them pushing you against the wall, with your hands over your head while they just kiss you till both of y'all are out of breath. they're going to leave hickeys all over your neck so that you know who you belong to. BYE i see y'all literally standing and doing it with each other. y'all ain't even gonna sit down😭. damn y'all are freaky, let me give y'all come privacy and put my sunglasses on 😎 🕶️ 🤏😳👀

the intimacy and dynamic is going to be AMAZING, literally out of this world. there's a lot of passion as well as aggression here. babe they aren't gonna go easy on you, and one round is NOT enough. they're going to explore so many positions with you and they're going to try out so many things with you - like blindfolding you or maybe you blindfolding them. oh my god now it makes sense. remember how i said that y'all would like the thrill of not knowing each other's next move? it's because one of y'all would be blindfolded and the other would take control. I SEE A WHIP TOO. um okay go queens/kings🤭. they're going to love seeing you tired and exhausted after they're done….ahem ahem with you. they'll love seeing your body and your tired face, and they’ll love it when you ask them to take it slow. they literally have so much energy it's insane. LIKE HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE. but hey, who am i to complain? you do you babe😏. they're going to feel so proud of their skills and i also see that you're going to feel so accomplished and happy. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

i'm seeing that for a lot of you, this would be a sign whether you would want to pursue this relationship/connection or not. i think y'all would test each other's compatibility. y'all have a very high sex drive and sometimes it might be frustrating if your needs aren't met so if this person isn't able to fulfill your desires or if you're not able to fulfill theirs, i don't see it working out. i'm gonna be honest, there's a lot of double standards here and even if your sexual needs are met, the relationship won't work if your emotional needs aren’t met. for a lot of you, this is more of a lustful connection than an emotional one and maybe both of you have the same outlook on this connection but if one of you actually wants a genuine relationship, y'all need to talk it out. even though the sex will be great, if there's no genuine feelings, then nothing will feel good. so, please make the right decision. y'all are very tempted by one another and you guys are going to treat each other as possessions instead of humans who have genuine feelings. maybe this person already has someone in their lives and you're just a fling. something doesn't feel right about this connection. they also seem like they have their guard up with you and only show you what you want to see. i do see that they'll be the one taking the lead and coming forward regarding where this connection is headed and one advice i would give you is - please clear your mind and think about what you truly want. maybe this person is actually really good, but there's just a lot of lustful intentions here. 

additional information - 1, aries, ascending lunar node, 11, pisces, descending lunar node, 12, aquarius, jupiter, trees/wood, temptations, orange, brown, white, cream (colour), woman, child, being in a tall building.

☆ pile III ☆

10 of wands, the hierophant, page of swords, 4 of wands, queen of wands, ace of swords, 8 of cups, the moon, 3 of wands. 

being with you is going to feel like a sin for this person. it's so out of their character to feel this way towards anyone. what have you done to this person, pile 3? jasjajakaka. this person is frustrated and angry at you. they just can't let go of the hold you have on them. a part of them doesn't want to like you but they just can't help themselves. they literally can't comprehend the feelings they have for you. they might try to ignore you, but it's only because they can't stop thinking about you. this person has literally fantasized about you a lot and they kinda feel guilty for thinking about you in that way. 

this person WORSHIPS you, like i'm not even being dramatic here. this person wants to kiss the ground you walk on. you're so ethereal, they can't get enough of you. everytime they see you, their man hardens. they try to control their arousal, but they just can't help it. the way you carry yourself and the person you are - just wow pile 3. you're mesmerizing. i can't even blame them at this point lol. you've got this enigmatic energy, it's driving them insane. people around you literally know that this person feels a strong sense of attraction towards you. they want you to dominate them. they want you to take control of them and use them. they want you to use them for your pleasure. they'll be so glad to be used by you, like i'm not even kidding. i have a feeling this person is very reserved and quiet. they might be a little short or their height might range from short to average (for a man) and you might be tall (for a woman) and this person loves this about you. this also means that your person loves it when you're on top of them and when they have to look up at you. they'll even like wearing a collar for you so you can order and control them around. 

you attract a lot of attention, pile 3. and people can’t help but feel drawn towards your energy. hell, i'm also drawn to your energy. you're so mysterious, people want to study you. the way you present yourself, your face, your hair, literally EVERYTHING about you is so so…..i don't know. i can't find the right words. attractive? mesmerizing? beautiful? your energy literally cannot be explained. you're mysterious and you only let people know a little about you - enough to the point where they think they know you very well, but they don't. i can't shake off your energy, it's so strong and captivating. okay, damn enough i'm getting carried away😅. now let's get back to your reading, shall we?

this person has manifested you for quite some time now and if you want to shoot your shot, i would say go ahead. you have the power here. you are the power. you're everything this person has been looking for. they knew that you're the one they needed when they saw you for the first time. however, i do see that this person is insecure and a little scared because they think that you have a lot of people who want you (and you do) and this makes them a little jealous, but sad. they're afraid they're never going to get a chance with you. i think this person is completely opposite from your standard type. this person is soft spoken, quiet most of the time and all to themselves, glasses, neatly combed back brown/brunette hair (maybe even blonde hair?) and pale skin.

this person admires you from afar. im seeing two possibilities here - either this person finally get the courage to come forward and ask you out or you reach out to them first. but here's the thing, if none of you take the initiative to make the first move, this connection might not move forward and might even be lost. i'm not picking on a lot of sexual energy here. i feel like this person genuinely likes you and wants to get to know you. for them intimacy is not just sex, it's about spending time with the right person. 

i am going to end your reading, my love but something just doesn't sit right with me. i feel like this person feels like they aren't being noticed by you at all and they might even feel neglected in general. their energy is so dull and sad and they struggle a lot with confidence. this person is in conflict with themselves. 

additional information - 12, virgo, moon, 5, 8, gemini, sun, 6, pluto, firm back, back turned towards you, yellow, scared, unsure, argumentative, withdrawal, red, orange, questioning morals, black cat. 

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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[arixella]

“This Doesn’t Mean I Like You”

╰┈➤ pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem! reader

a/n: if you have request feel free to send <3

summary: You and Law are forced to work together, despite barely tolerating each other — until a jungle pollen triggers overwhelming desire. Tension turns explosive as restraint shatters, and what starts as a chemical reaction quickly reveals something deeper. Even after the pollen fades, the heat between you doesn’t. Pride may still get in the way, but neither of you can pretend it didn’t mean something.

wc: 1.6k

contains: smut! (18+) semi-public but secluded vibes, aphrodisiac-induced lust, dom-ish Law, mutual hatred-turned-lust, enemies with benefits energy light manhandling, dirty talk, possessiveness, hate-fueled tension, creampie, overstimulation,

It started in the jungle.

You were paired up with him — Trafalgar Law, all cold glares and tighter-than-necessary pants, walking through overgrowth like he wasn’t a smug bastard.

“Why me?” you’d muttered to your crew earlier. “Why not Zoro? Or Robin? Hell, Brook?”

“We don’t trust Law alone,” they said. “And you’re the only one who won’t kill him on sight.”

Charming.

The two of you were scouting for herbs or intel — you didn’t care. You were too busy pretending not to notice the way his tattooed fingers looked around the hilt of Kikoku. Or the way he smelled like spice and smoke when he brushed past you.

You were fine.

Until the pollen hit.

A thick burst of glittering yellow puffed from a plant beside you — then another. You both stepped back, coughing, waving your hands. It didn’t seem dangerous. But then you noticed the heat blooming in your chest. The way your skin felt too tight. Your clothes, too rough.

And then Law made a noise. Low. Choked.

You looked over.

His pupils were blown wide. Jaw tense. His breath came in short, sharp exhales like he was holding something in.

“Something’s… wrong,” you said, your voice catching.

“No shit,” he bit out. “It’s an aphrodisiac. I’ve read about this. Temporary but… potent.”

You swallowed hard.

The way he was looking at you now? Like he could devour you and still be starving.

“I’ll be fine,” you said. “We can just wait it out.”

He scoffed. “Sure. While our bodies beg us to tear each other apart.”

You hated how the image made your thighs clench.

“Then control yourself.”

“You first.”

Silence.

The heat between you was insane. Every glance felt like a touch. Every breath a challenge.

He paced. “We should separate. Keep distance.”

“Why?” you snapped. “Worried you’ll jump me?”

“I’m worried you’ll beg.”

That did it.

You stalked up to him, jabbing a finger in his chest. “I would never—”

But your body betrayed you.

You got too close. And he grabbed your wrist — hot, firm, desperate. His eyes met yours, wild.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled.

“Like what?”

“Like you want this.”

“…What if I do?”

It was over.

His mouth crashed into yours, teeth and tongue and tension finally snapping. His hands found your hips, yanking you against him, and holy hell he was already hard — thick and pulsing through his jeans.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers clawing at his shirt. “I still hate you.”

“Good,” he breathed against your neck. “Hate me harder.”

You tugged his hoodie up and over, nails raking down his chest. His tattoos rippled with every breath, every growl he buried in your throat.

When he turned you and pinned you to the tree, you gasped — but your body welcomed it. His hand slid under your pants, fingers brushing where you were soaked and throbbing.

“Already?” he rasped. “So fucking wet for someone you hate.”

“You’re full of yourself.”

“Not yet.”

He sank to his knees before you could fire back, mouth replacing his fingers — and suddenly, your back hit bark, head thrown back as Law ate like he was punishing you for every fight you’d ever had.

“Fuck, Law—!”

He pulled back, chin wet, eyes deadly. “Say it again.”

You glared down at him, panting. “Fuck. You.”

His grin was pure sin. “Exactly.”

He stood, grabbed your thigh, and lifted it up with one hand — the other already working his pants open, letting his cock spring free, flushed and leaking.

You barely had time to breathe before he was slamming into you — hard, perfect, deep.

The sound you made wasn’t human.

“Still mad?” he panted, thrusting into you like a man possessed.

“More than ever,” you gasped.

“Good,” he hissed, snapping his hips. “Then take it like you hate me.”

You did.

And when you came around him, screaming into his shoulder, he kept going — chasing his own high with a growl in your ear.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he snarled. “So you remember this next time you act like you’re better than me.”

You clawed at his back, biting his neck. “Then shut up and do it.”

He came with a low, wrecked sound, hips jerking as he spilled into you, pulse after pulse until you felt it drip down your thigh.

Neither of you moved for a long moment — just breathing, panting, twitching.

“…This doesn’t mean I like you,” you finally muttered, forehead against his.

He laughed, dark and ragged. “Good. I’d rather fuck you angry anyway.”

Your nails were digging into Law’s shoulders, your back flat against the jungle tree, and your thighs trembling from overstimulation.

“F-fuck, you’re so deep,” you gasped, head thrown back.

He grunted against your neck. “You’re tight—shit—I can’t stop.”

Neither of you could.

The pollen had made everything needier. You weren’t just touching each other — you were devouring. Kissing like you couldn’t breathe without it. Fucking like it was the only thing keeping your hearts beating.

But then something shifted.

Your breathing slowed.

Your mind cleared just a little.

You blinked.

“…Law?”

He stopped moving. Barely. Chest heaving against yours.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“…Do you still feel it?”

He didn’t answer at first. His jaw clenched. “No. Not like before.”

You swallowed hard. Your body was still wrapped around him. His cock still twitching inside you.

“I think it’s wearing off,” you whispered.

“…Shit.”

You stayed like that — still joined, still pressed together — as the realization hit.

This wasn’t the pollen anymore.

You still wanted him.

Your thighs clenched. He felt it.

His eyes flicked up to yours — darker now, but not fogged. Not hazy.

Just hungry.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face.

“Do I look okay?” you panted. “You’re still inside me.”

He swallowed. Hard. “I know.”

You expected him to pull away.

He didn’t.

Instead, his hips rocked — slow, testing.

Your whole body lit up again.

“I thought… it was the pollen,” you whispered, voice breaking.

“It was,” he said. “It’s not anymore.”

He gripped your thigh and started moving again — this time slower, deeper. Like he wanted to feel everything.

“No excuses now,” he muttered, kissing your jaw. “You want this.”

You whimpered. “I do.”

His mouth brushed yours. “Good. Then I’m not stopping.”

You moaned louder this time — every thrust now deliberate, filled with clarity and want. Not chemical haze. Not magic. Just him. Just you.

The second time you came, you screamed his name with no shame.

When he followed, it was with a low groan in your ear, his hands gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

You were both shaking.

Afterward, he didn’t speak. Just held you, still joined, still breathing hard.

“…So,” you said eventually, voice raw. “Now what?”

Law looked at you. Really looked.

“I still hate you,” he muttered.

You smirked. “I hate you more.”

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[novthewolf]

Carlisle Cullen smut drabble #1

Warnings : fem!reader, smut, oral (f!receiving), gentle Carlisle face sitting, pussy drunk, feral Carlisle, manhandling, he's just hella strong, aftercare, english isn't my first language.

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"That's... are you sure it's a good idea ?" Surely it wasn't. Well, he did ask, well, beg, to indulge in this little fantasy of his, and you did like the sound of that, but...

You kept overthinking while rubbing your thighs together, the lingerie he generously gifted you hugging your unique curves in a way that made Carlisle want to devour you whole. Hopefully it was in the way he humbly asked of you.

He smiled, patient and reassuring. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to stand in between his spread legs. It was soft and comforting, the way he massaged your upper thighs, how he held you close.

"What are you scared about, lovely ?" He said, pressing a soft kiss to your hip dip.

"What if you can't breathe ?" You whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"I don't need to." He simply smiled and reminded you kindly. Carlisle gently leaned back, taking you with him. He steadied you with his hands on your waist, your knees on each side of his hips.

"What if I'm too heavy on your face..." Your voice shivered as his cold fingers slowly undid the laces of your bra. Warm, open-mouth kisses were placed along your throat. There would be no one else you would trust to touch the thin, fragile skin on your throat.

You wondered what he felt when he pressed his nose so close to your warm, tempting blood. Oh, love... if only you knew. The mix of hunger, lust, and love was maddening. Could you feel it in the way he took a long lap on the length of your throat? Or in the way his long fingers slipped in the delicate lacework of your white panties? Or maybe... in the way his pulsing member rubbed teasingly against your wet folds.

"Too heavy... do you doubt my strength, baby, mh ?" He grinned softly. Slowly, deliberately, closer and closer to his face. But his silly little baby couldn't stop worrying, her knees digging in the bed and stopping her from getting closer. Now, that just wouldn't do...

If you didn't want to move, fine... but he would get his goddamn meal.

He scooted under you suddenly, laying down on the bed, your soaking, plump pussy hovering above his eager mouth. He only gave you a millisecond, just enough time to push your panty to the side and for you to gasp before engulfing your sweet cunt with his lips and mouth. The shaky whine you let out at the unexpected slimy texture of his tongue sliding messily into your folds. He slurped at your precious fluids, drinking it greedily.

Carlisle had experienced it, and goddamn it, did you feel it? He ate you out so slowly, so good. His wet muscle massages your lips longingly, the pressure steady and firm. He moaned in your sensitive core; the deep sound vibrated across your buzzing skin. Your knees dipped in the bed, your mewls echoing in the room. It wasn't enough for him; it was never enough.

He kept going back and forth, teasing your hole, making your eyes flutter closed, and not yet touching your flushed clit. Not yet, at least. Thanks to his control and patience, he waited until you started rocking your face. But it was still so shy, so afraid. Your worry about his 'survival' is still there. His poor baby was scared; he couldn't have that.

"Come on, love... use me..." He mumbled, his lips completely covered in your juices. That's when he decided to push further. And by that I mean pushing his well-trained tongue into your twitching, eager hole.

And fuck, you reacted so well for him. You threw your head back, moaning his name so deeply it made his leaking cock pulse against the denim of his pants. Your worry seemed to vanish from your sweet Carlisle. He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. It was so carnal, so erotic, and God, you felt so fucking good. Maybe too good.

He started to lose control, to lose himself in the warmth of your thighs pressing so deliciously around his skull. The desperate rocking of hips, the flesh around your bones caressing his jawline in the process. The free moans you let out, so good, so real. Fuck, he loved you like this. But he needed more. More, more, and more. Carlisle felt his mind go blank; the lack of fucking friction against his crotch was unbearable, especially when he knew he could find perfect relief nestled in between your thighs. He was having a taste of heaven, and like the sinful creature he was, he wanted to sink himself in it.

He let out a loud growl as he fought himself. But in the end he agreed on one thing. He will not stop until he is drowned in your flooding release. But it was when you whimpered, gripping tightly on his blond hair, that he snapped. Could you blame him, lovely ?

"P-Please..."

Fuck-

The beast in him soared. His hands gripped onto your hips firmly, hoisting both you up. Using his speed and strength, he sprinted to the wall, pinning you to the wall. He held you up, your thighs on his shoulders, legs dangling on his back as his fingers dug into your lower back. His face pressed firmly against your sopping cunt. He sucked on your clit roughly, slurping, ravaging your wetness in his suckling, and saliva dripped down your thighs and his chin.

You panted shakily, holding onto his hair for dear life as you tried to rock yourself against his mouth, seeking more, more, and more. You might be going crazy too. The knots in your belly felt tighter, like a spring ready to explode due to the pressure. You were close, close to losing your goddamn mind.

Carlisle felt it too; it spurred him on better than any drug could ever do. He pressed you harder against the wall, eating you with reckless abandon. He felt so goddamn horny, pressure deep in his lower belly. He couldn't help it. He started rocking his hips against the wall, rough and harsh, and in that moment you weren't sure if you were thankful or disappointed you weren't the one receiving those merciless thrusts.

"Need you... need you so much, baby. Give it to me—fuck !" He moaned, pounding against the wall as he came right against the edge, just waiting to be tipped over. He thrust his tongue so deep in your pussy, hitting the spot that made you see stars.

"Carlisle…! Carlisle !" You cried out, your eyes flashing bright white as your body tensed almost painfully, your head leaning back against the hall as you came utterly and completely undone.

He drank your release as he exploded in his pants, his muscles tensing around you like a vice, marking the skin of your hips with his sheer strength. The pants and little sounds you were both letting out let you come down from your high slowly, almost tenderly.

Carlisle inhaled deeply, still buried against your heat, but the tremble in your thighs kept him grounded enough to regain his control. He finally seemed to notice the way he held you up against the wall. The grip on his hair was still firm, like you were preventing yourself from falling.

"It's okay, baby... shh... I got you…" He cooed quietly. Gently, he lowered you from his shoulders into his arms. The neglected bed welcomed you back as he laid you down on it, letting you relax and sigh in relief.

"I... I'm so sorry, love... You're okay ?" He murmured, kissing your temple and cheeks softly, like a silent praise. You did so well for me.

Your breathy chuckle reassured him, drawing his own smile in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to you as you placed a grateful peck on his cheekbone.

"Do you want me to bring you the towel ? Or cuddles first ?"

"Mmh... I'd like a towel... it's too sticky..." You grinned.

Carlisle chuckled and nodded, using once again his speed, and came back within seconds with a warm, wet towel. "There you go, my love."

The cleaning was soft and calm. You talked in hushed tones, you forgiving his loss of control, him asking if anything hurt during the act. Eventually, you two found yourselves naked and cuddled up right up to each other. Carlisle caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. And who knows...?

A second round is so easily achieved...

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Cg!Van x Little!Mel - Accidents happen (no-crash au)

Everyone’s favourite butch babies !! Based on the scene in ep 9 but no crash or wilderness or other bad stuff !!

Cw: shame about accidents, teeniest of tiniest injuries ever

Word count: 1155

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“Peeka… boo!” Van grinned, pulling her hands away from her face and sending Lottie, who was sat straddling her knees, into a fit of giggles.

“Again!” Lottie squealed, clapping her hands.

“Ok, ok,” Van nodded, going to cover her face again but not before casting a quick glance over to the other littles who were running around on the school oval. They’d all decided to stay back after practice so the little’s would have time to regress and play together without anyone seeing. Everything seemed fine, a game of tip had broken out and Shauna was chasing a group of girls across the pitch. Van covered her eyes, Lottie’s clumsy baby fingers reaching out to hold them in place. She was about to uncover her eyes anyway, when a shriek from across the grass had her quickly moving her hands and passing Lottie off to sit on Laura Lee’s lap.

She quickly jogged over to where the sound had come from. Nat, Jackie, Mari and Gen were clustered together in the middle of the field. When Van pushed through them she saw Shauna, standing teary eyed over Melissa who was on the floor - also, with a face full of tears. “What happened here?” She asked, noticing the damp spot growing on Melissa’s denim overalls.

“Didn’t mean it! Didn’t mean it!” Shauna babbled quickly, sniffling as tears rolled down her face.

Van crouched down beside Melissa, putting a firm hand on the distressed girl’s back. “You’re not in trouble, I just need to know what happened.” Realising Shauna was too upset to give answers, Van turned to the others.

“Shauna was chasing Mel and accidentally knocked her over,” Nat mumbled, scuffing her shoe against the ground.

“‘N she had ‘n accident,” Jackie added quietly, as if it wasn’t clear enough.

“Ok,” Van nodded, gently helping Melissa stand up once she’d determined that the girl wasn’t actually injured - only crying from shock. “Let’s go,” She whispered gently, shrugging off her jacket and tying it around Mel’s waist so no one else had to see her accident while they crossed the pitch towards the locker rooms.

Mel didn’t think she could be more embarrassed. Van was so cool and grown up and funny, and now she was helping her out of her wet pants. She felt like her whole body was flush with shame. What made it worse was that this wasn’t a one time incident - she had accidents like this all the time when she regressed. It annoyed the little to no end. Shauna didn’t have this problem, Gen didn’t have this problem. Why did she? “Have you got a change in your locker kiddo?” Van asked, pulling a small bag out of her own locker. Mel nodded and after a little bit of frustrated fiddling with the lock she managed to get it open. She pulled out her spare clothes - her gym clothes. She really wasn’t a fan of the idea of having to put on her sweaty soccer uniform. She tried to cover the tears that fell at the thought of this, petulantly covering her face with her hands. She wished she had her hat which she would usually use to cover her tears but it must’ve come off when she fell. The thought only made her cry harder.

“Melissa?” Van questioned, looking worriedly at the girl who was standing in the middle of the change room with her hands over her face. “What’s the matter?”

Mel crossed her arms defensively. “Stupid…” she whined.

Van sighed, moving to stand beside Melissa and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s not stupid, buddy. What’s the matter?”

“Don’t wan’ wear my un’form,” she mumbled. Van glanced down at the uniform bunched up in Mel’s hand - she knew from experience that it wasn’t comfortable and could assume it was pretty sweaty from practice.

“Alright, no need to worry about that. I’ve got some spare sweats in my locker.” Van opened up her locker again, pulling out a pair of burgundy sweatpants. She also found a spare pair of socks and stole a pair of Tai’s trainers which seemed about the right size. She handed them to Melissa. “Do you need some help?”

Melissa shrugged shyly, “No.”

She immediately took back her statement when she began fiddling with the hook of her overalls, Van quickly stepping in to help her take the damp clothing off. Melissa kicked them off clumsily, pushing them as far away as she could. Standing in the locker room wearing only her striped rainbow baby tee, Melissa should’ve felt more self conscious but Van was so gentle and patient that she couldn’t find it in herself to worry. Van handed Mel some wipes from the bag she’d grabbed before and let the girl wipe herself clean. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, once her legs were clean again and she was dressed in Van’s red sweatpants and a pair of clean socks and sneakers. She felt like a baby. A stupid crybaby who couldn’t even use the bathroom and it was so embarrassing.

Van cut into the mental turmoil with a gentle smile and a hand on Melissa’s shoulder. “Kiddo, there’s nothing to be sorry about, ok?” Melissa looked down at her feet, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Oh, no, no, no, she didn’t want to cry in front of Van again! “Do you wanna go back out and keep playing?” Melissa sniffled, rubbing at her face. She did want to keep playing because tip was fun but also she didn’t want to face the other girls. Melissa shrugged. “Ok, how about you come sit with me for a little bit.”

Van held Melissa’s hand and took her back to where Lottie, Laura Lee and Tai were sitting on the bleachers. It was a little bit scary because they were all varsity players but so was Van and Van wasn’t scary. Melissa sat between Tai and Van, neither of them made a comment about her accident. Instead, they asked her about her favourite dinosaurs and let her play peekaboo with Lottie.

When Melissa saw Shauna coming over, she couldn’t help but lean into Van’s side for comfort. Shauna stopped a little bit in front of Melissa, rocking back and forth nervously on her toes. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” she whispered, looking down.

“It’s ok.” It really was ok - she hadn’t even been that hurt, just a bit embarrassed.

Shauna held out Melissa’s hat which she hadn't even noticed was behind the girls back. “Thought you’d want this back.” Melissa nodded eagerly, taking the hat and quickly putting it back on her head. She felt a lot better with it back. “Would you come play with us again? We can play puppies or, Uhm, whatever else you wanna play. Jackie says it’s ok.” Melissa nodded eagerly, all previous hesitancy gone. With an excited smile back at Van, she ran off with Shauna to join the others.

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Looks at you with big wet eyes

Can you tell me more about Vesper and Amare’s relationship

Thank you for showing interest in @swoomoo and I's messy idiots.

(the beautiful art that i horribly cropped onto this is by bugcouncil) Vesper and Amare have a relationship built on desperation, mind control, stalking...and most importantly, co-dependency. Warning this is a lot.....and also has a lot of dark themes pertaining to the above mentioned.

Amare initially stalked Vesper for the majority of his life. She had the desire to protect him when his mother (her touchstone) was killed when he was a child. Unfortunately, over time, the desire was twisted and as he got older she became obsessed with him and wanted to embrace him. So, Vesper sort of had a weird upbringing where a Lasombra was stalking him and enacting some mild versions of Lasombra embrace traditions onto the poor guy's life. He had a lot of issues with being very alone. Amare's heavy (yet unknown) involvement in his life also started the snowball effect that drove him into becoming a hunter. This obviously, put a bit of a wrench in her plans. She lessened stalking him (though, never completely stopped.) Eventually, Vesper moved to England for what was supposed to be a temporary amount of time. But he didn't come back. Amare of course feared the worst and tracked him down. She found him in London...embraced. I wrote a bit about what went down once they officially "met" and how their relationship formed here. For a while their relationship was a bit more one-sided. She obviously, withheld that she was his fucking stalker from him and he was blood bonded to her. But, welllllllllllllllll...he found out. And to make things worse...right after he found out a thin-blood he was friends with gave him something to break the blood bond. And of course he was so angry he had to do everything in his power not to kill her :) Fun fact for those that love how weird Amare is: Amare didn't even really seem to understand that he had dumped her because he never outright said they were over. She was like, yeah he tried to kill me and then stormed off and stopped talking to me completely but it is fine...and kept trying with him. Amare's pathetic behavior kind of won him back eventually. He still had to see her and interact with her (though he really tried to keep it at a bare minimum.) And it kind of occurred to him that Amare really didn't have anyone at all. He still to some extent still loved her and she was refusing to give up on him. So, at some point when he was put in a position where he was alone with her and she was being quite vulnerable, he caved. Vesper still was quite reluctant. He would sleep with her, but not produce a clear answer on the stance of their relationship. He went back and forth a lot between what he knew to be rational - not trusting her and getting overwhelmed with his love for her - not really understanding why he even felt that way after everything. Amare didn't want to lose him again and at the time Vesper had a derangement placed onto to him by the Sheriff. So, she became worried and decided Vesper needed to be blood bonded again 'for his own safety'. She did things like using mind control to get him to feed from her and then gaslighting him into thinking he hunger frenzied on her!! Which I mean wasn't hard...he is a Banu Haqim so he did frenzy.

Vesper eventually found out about this, too!! And the results were very bad. Like...multiple people dead bad. Overtime, Amare convinced Vesper that she had felt genuine remorse for her actions. She explained her fears and intensity of her love for him. He really just can't let her go. Vesper has began to understand that he can't really help but sacrifice parts of himself to her. That she has always been there and he doesn't actually know what things are like without her. And he thinks a lot about what would become of her if he wasn't there. They ended up agreeing to make the blood bond mutual to "fix" the situation. And that is where they currently are at. (The mutual blood bond is not intended to be forever. So, we will see where it all goes.) ASIDE THE BACKSTORY THINGS:

As you can imagine their relationship can be pretty extreme. They can be very divorced and argumentative. They hatefuck. As much as Amare obsesses over Vesper, she still gets pretty annoyed by his "holier than thou", self-righteous attitude.

A lot of people find Amare very off-putting. She has obvious predator. She doesn't have much of a filter and is really blunt. She is socially awkward as fuck and bad with social cues. She also grew up under a rock as a human, to only become a Lasombra and doesn't understand a lot of references or media. ......Vesper finds a lot of this endearing. Their relationship is a little bit open. They agree to a degree that they need to explore things outside each other (they both have repressed sexuality issues), but neither of them have really tried to. Vesper feels some sort of responsibility for Amare's humanity.

[actuallysaiyan]

43. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you” with toshi being the shy one maybe 🥺👉👈

warnings: smut, lewd themes, scars, insecurities, oral sex(male receiving), body worship prompt: “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

Why did he care so much? It’s just sometimes he looks at himself in the mirror and that damn scar stares back at him. He knows what it signifies. He knows what it means to have it. But it really ruins his self-image. And now that he’s with you, it makes him worried sometimes that you will not find him attractive.

It’s not you…no, it’s really not. You’ve done nothing but make him feel so damn wanted. You make him feel desired. Dammit, you even make him so hard it’s like he’s a teenager all over again. It’s just that Toshinori overthinks…a lot. He can’t always help it. He tries to shut out his feelings and his bad thoughts, especially during intimate moments with you.

So why couldn’t he do it right now?

Why was he having such a hard time pushing it all away in favor of relishing in the feeling of your lips on his?

He pulls away, blushing profusely. You smile softly, sitting down on the bed and looking at your man. He’s not meeting your eyes, instead he looks so shy about everything. It’s almost like he’s trying to calculate things or to plan out his next move. When you reach over to place your hand under his shirt, he shudders and blushes even more.

“Hey, you alright?” You ask softly, and he smiles shyly.

“Y-yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just that you’re acting so shy. Why are you being so shy, baby? It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you.”

His mouth gets dry. He feels like his heart is racing. But when you cup his cheeks and kiss him so sweetly, he’s brought back down to earth. Why was he acting so shy? You had seen all of him. He trusted you. But for some reason, he couldn’t get it out of his head that maybe you’d rather be with someone less broken…less scarred.

You begin kissing down his neck, helping him out of his shirt. You pushed him gently down onto the bed, kissing down his chest. Toshinori can’t help but begin to moan. Especially when you let your tongue swirl around his nipple, then you kiss across the expanse of his chest down to his scar. You’re so gentle with him, that it makes his cock throb even more.

“Look at how beautiful you are,” you say as you begin to tug down his pants. “So hard, just for me, yeah?”

He nods eagerly. “I’m so hard for you.”

His cheeks are still bright red, but right now he’s in heaven. His shyness is slowly dissipating, especially when you make him feel so wanted. You begin to kiss and suck on the head of his cock through his boxers, leaving a very prominent wet spot. When you pull down his underwear, he shudders. His legs are beginning to shake already.

“I love you,” you whisper before wrapping your lips around him.

Toshinori moans and he reaches down for your hand. As you begin to bob your head up and down, you keep a hold of his hand to comfort him. He still feels uncertain, but the more you pleasure him, the more that feeling melts away to pure bliss.

His balls begin to draw up and soon he’s moaning your name, begging you not to stop. You take him as deep as you can, looking up at him through your lashes. You squeeze his hand and Toshinori cums with a loud moan. His hot, thick cum begins to pump down your throat. You eagerly swallow it all, pulling off and taking a deep breath.

You snuggle close to him. “No need to be shy. I love you…all of you.”

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Why are there no day four sophella week 2025 posts yet RAWR anyways here's my rushed contribution :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6475294

it's under the cut as well but I'm going to pressure you to leave kudos :D

(wordcount 1600ish)

Marella writes letters. 

It starts as whispers. The ink on parchment, barely a breath, but somehow heavier than anything she’s ever held. The words spill out, from memories she’s shared with Sophie, to words that don’t quite say ‘I love you’ but don’t quite hide it either.

She buys gifts that mean far too much to be platonic. All of them are set alight, burned, desperately tried to be forgotten. Because Sophie.

Because Sophie, with her gleaming smile saying Marella’s name sweetly like she means something.

Because Sophie, who smells like vanilla and wildflowers and something else Marella can’t quite name. 

Because Sophie, who will never look at Marella the way Marella looks at her.

And still—

“Hey Marella. Dinner at six?” 

“Sure.” Sure.

—

They get there ten minutes late because Sophie forgot her phone and they had to run back, but Marella doesn’t mind. She never does. 

The restaurant is warm, with lanterns glowing gold and an open-air space occupied by tables and chairs corrupted by vines. Sophie is glowing under the lights. Laughing— laughing like it doesn’t mean anything to her, when Marella is struggling to keep her heart from spilling out.

“I like the chicken curry here.” She says absentmindedly, scrolling to the menu, even if she always gets the same thing every time. 

“Well we have come here more once we’re rooming together in uni then!” Her words are too eager. Too hopeful.

There’s a subtle twitch in Sophie’s face and Marella knows she’s resisting the urge to pull an eyelash out. It’s almost invisible, to those that aren’t watching but Marella is. Marella is always watching Sophie.

Marella’s face falls.  “What?”

“I… I was going to talk about this.” Sophie sucks in a breath. “I want to room with Biana instead.”

Her heart drops into her stomach. Of course. Why wouldn’t she? Pretty, perfect Biana with all of Marella’s strengths and none of her flaws. Miss Perfect who doesn’t write letters she never sends for all of them would be answered. Marella can’t do this anymore. 

“Right.” She shifts her eyes.

She stands up, pushing the chair back and Sophie follows her, grabbing her wrists.

“Marella, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Leave me alone.” She mumbles bitterly, walking out the door, planning to slam it but Sophie catches it, trailing her into an alleyway.

“I didn’t think you’d be upset, Marella please hear me out.” Sophie stammers, running after her. “Biana and I just have a lot of the same schedule, and I’d have to walk a shorter distance to my classes, so—”

“I get it.” Marella scoffs.

“Oh, you do? Thank heavens. I was so worried, anyways—”

“You know there never was a measure for these things but if there were a measure for love my cup would be overflowing and yours would be bone dry.” Marella snaps, spitting at her.

“...What?” 

“Sometimes I wish we’d never been friends. If being friends means this.”

Sophie glares at her. “Oh. You don’t get to say that to me. No. Over simple living arrangements?” Sophie spits in disbelief. “Marella, you cannot be serious! You do not get to say that to me! 

“I’m sick of being second place! I’m sick of being left behind. I’m not asking for you to include me in everything, for I know I don’t even like most of the things you do, but goddammit Sophie, I want to see you try!”

“You’re not second place! We already spend so much time together!” The girl snaps, turning around. 

“It doesn’t look like that to—”

“It’s not a fucking huge deal—”

“It is to me!”

“Why? Why is this some earth-shattering revelation to you, Marella?” 

“Because I love you!” Marella screams and she stops, exhaling, her breath inches away from Sophie’s wet lips. 

Because I love you.

—

It was rather painful, how quick Marella fell for Sophie.

The first thing she notices about her is her hair. Blonde. But in the sunlight, it looks like molten gold. Marella’s favorite color. There’s a reason why she tends to fall for people like Fitz, and why she braids her locks with yellow plastic bands. Not because it makes her hair look more blonde and less ginger, but because it’s shiny. Yellow is the first color the eyes are naturally drawn to in a crowd, running out of a storm, and Sophie is a hurricane.

Sophie turns around, and Marella is done for. She’s heard that those are numerous, abundant for humans, that blue eyes are praised and eyelashes are fluttered towards, but looking at Sophie, she can’t imagine why. Her eyes are so warm, so cozy, unlike the harsh blue gazes of other elven counterparts. Brown eyes are like hot chocolate, like toasted marshmallows. They radiate heat, and more importantly, warmth.

Sophie locks eyes with her.

Oh. 

…Oh. 

Marella isn’t a stranger to crushes, the exciting thrill of something new. The rush, the feeling of something different. But Sophie? The two are strangers, yet there’s something about Sophie that’s so familiar, so like home. Something about Sophie that says, gently, softly, warmly ‘Hey. We’ve met before. We’ve loved before.’ 

There’s something so beautiful about Sophie, something that Marella can’t quite name. She’s heard about slow love. This is not it. She falls, deeply, madly, truly in love with Sophie. Maybe not, maybe not yet. She believes in crushes, and dreamy princes, but she doesn’t quite believe in love at first sight. This though. This is pretty darn close.

Marella can spin words to tell a tale, and craft stories to enchant, but there are no amount of letters that can deny that Sophie has bewitched her heart from the moment they’ve locked eyes.

“Do I have to make it any more obvious, Sophie?” She chuckles sadly, the sounds in her mouth long and drawn out. “I’ve been in love with you ever since the day we met.”

—

Sophie doesn’t remember the day she met Marella.

She knows that logically, it should be somewhere in the middle of grade school, where she enrolled in foxfire halfway through the year. She just can’t remember the exact moment. Marella has… just always been there. Constant. 

Her mind has just been littered with Marella. A footnote after every sentence, after every page. Marella doesn’t haunt her heart but she’s always on the back of Sophie’s mind. She doesn’t remember the day they met. But she can recall memories of them playing in the backyard, of gossiping about boys and Marella comforting her after a particularly bad break-up with Keefe. 

And it’s starting to run through her mind now, the way that sometime’s Marella’s gaze lingers for too long, or that she sours when Sophie talks about going on dates. She’s known Marella as loud, red-hot firecrackers and fireworks, but being given this, the burning, lingering, flame that’s yearning, she doesn’t know what to do. Something quiet, silent, that she can’t notice. It’ll burn her. 

Marella knows how obvious she is. And Sophie doesn’t want to hurt her. But Sophie does not like Marella like that. It’s not the kind that Marella wants. And deep down it hurts too, that Marella has always wanted her in a way she doesn’t want to give.

—

Marella’s not the one who kisses her.

Sophie’s lips are warm. Hauntingly soft.

For a moment, Sophie lets herself lose her thoughts in the kiss, and Marella just doesn’t care. She’s hungry, she’s yearning, and she’s been starved for far too long. Sophie runs her lips along the curve of Marella’s lower lip, and the girl lets out a sigh. 

It’s not enough. Sophie pushes in, deeper, harsher, more desperate and Marella gasps for air. She, breaking her own heart, breaks the kiss. For Sophie, this isn’t some confession of love, but it’s panic. It’s a tether. It’s a ‘Don’t leave me please.’ She’s imagined this moment hundreds of times. Still, it hasn’t actually happened yet. She pushes the girl away. Sophie looks at Marella, hurt.

“You don’t love me.” Marella hiccups. “Don’t— Don’t do this. Please.” Her voice cracks, as she looks up at Sophie.

“You don’t know that.” Sophie replies, uncertain, her voice wavering. 

Marella shakes her head, her tears spilling out. “No. I do.” She whispers, her words blubbering together. “I know all too well.”

She knows though. Because the look in Sophie's eyes are screaming ‘I’m not queer.’ and her mouth is seconds away from spitting out ‘I don’t know—’ “I don’t know why I did that. I'm sorry.”

Marella scoffs. Because oh, she knows. Sophie isn’t the slightest bit interested in her. Sophie has never wondered, not like Marella, dreaming what their hands would feel like interlocked, yearning for the warmth, the familiarity of Sophie under her. Sophie has never  looked into Marella’s eyes, not once and was warm. Sophie has always looked there and saw fire.

Fire that burns. Because Marella is a blaze, hungry for Sophie, devouring, rummaging, searching for the smallest bits to consume. Fire that is so visible people notice, and people talk. Except Sophie is far too oblivious to see. To recognise it as danger.

“Mare, I—”

“It’s Marella!” Marella shrieks, falling to the ground. Sophie drops down, following her immediately, steading her, hugging her and comforting her. And oh, Sophie is so warm. And in the end, it’s not words or her sweet whispers that get to Marella. It’s this hug. “I can’t be friends with you if you do this. I can not just be friends with you.”

Marella lets out a shaky breath. “You don’t love me” She repeats. And really, there’s nothing Sophie can say to make her feel better, because what do you say to someone who’s loved you in silence, in eternity?

Sophie still chooses the worst fucking answer possible. 

“I know.”

[a-mysterious-ghost]

Ok, so here's the breakdown of "The Prince of Egypt" (1998) as requested by @meowingatthesea. A few disclaimers before we start- this is all based off of my Bais Yaakov education, and I do not claim to be an expert in any way, shape, or form. That being said, I do have an open Sefaria next to me, and everything I say is based on texts. Long post ahead--

Okay, before we even get into the movie itself, it's important to note that even the making of this movie is incredibly controversial. Making images of the people spoken about in Torah (and other Jewish historical writings, such as the prophets) is considered forbidden by many. I'm not saying that this is right or wrong, just something to think about, and also a reason why a lot of ultra-orthodox Jews will reject the movie out of hand.

That being said- let's get on to the movie itself.

We start out strong, with a disclaimer about artistic and historical license, but don't worry! They've stayed true to the themes of the story. (Spoiler, they haven't).

Next we see Yocheved going to hide baby Moses in a basket in a river (true!), with Miriam and Aaron coming with. At this point, Moses should be around three months old (he looks more like eight-nine months in the movie), meaning Aaron should be three (he looks to be about five or six) and Miriam should be six (she seems to be eight or nine). This is relatively minor, so I'd let it slip if the ages had been correct for the rest of the movie. However, someone decided that they couldn't have an old hero, that would be preposterous! So Moses remains in his twenties, (mayyyybe thirties if we're being generous), for the rest of the movie, despite being eighty in Torah. Same story with Aaron and Miriam (I guess that makes sense, seeing that they couldn't mess up one and not the others, but oh well).

Then the whole part with the river. Someone come stop me from punching a wall. There is no indication that Yocheved shoves a basket into a river to nearly be eaten and capsized half a dozen times. That, in fact, would ruin her whole point of attempting to save her son. While the basket is floating down the Nile, Miriam watches her brother which is correct! She stayed back to watch him and make sure he'd stay safe. Ten points to the movie for including that. Then negative one million for skipping the next part, which is Miriam going to talk to Pharoah's daughter (yes, daughter! it says it multiple times in the Torah, not sure how they made the leap from there to "wife" but ya know) and bringing Yocheved to her as a wet nurse for the baby. Moses actually spends the first few years of his life with his family! Being raised by his mom! Before eventually returning to the palace once he is weaned. But no, we don't see any of that, that would ruin the rest of the plot of the movie, which is complete bogus.

Next we have Moses growing up as a brother to Ramses. I have yet to find any source for this, but who knows, maybe they did. Regardless, this whole brotherly dynamic is completely fictional, as far as I can see, and has no basis in history. Meaning- the entire plot for the rest of the movie, them being best buddy pals, is just...weird. Why are you focusing on that?

Then we get to one of my favourite unnecessary parts they stuck in for the ~drama~ -- Tzipporah. Why. Why is she here. She doesn't come in to the story for a while, sir. Please get rid of this bit. Thank you muchly. Then, as Moses chases after her (??? why is he doing that?? Wasn't he just trying to free her?) he meets his siblings! Now, as previously mentioned, he would have lived in their house as a baby, which, granted he might not remember. So we'll say that it makes sense that he doesn't recognize them. Also, they are older. However, he should not have met them in the first place, unless he ran to a completely different city, seeing as his family were from the tribe of Levi. Levites lived in the city of Goshen, a city of just Jews, or Hebrews, I suppose, as Jews didn't technically exist yet. Additionally, the Levites were not conscripted as slaves! They tended to the religious needs of the people, and were not forced to work. Which makes this entire conversation between Moses and Aaron frankly bizarre. But ever onward! We aren't even half an hour in a this point.

Now Moses has an awakening! He was one of the Hebrews! His dad (grandad) finds him and gives a pretty good text based reasoning for the murdering of the baby boys, but doesn't go into fun medrashim, so only some points. Although, respect for using proper phrasing from the Torah.

Okay, so far we're about half an hour in, and we are at 2:12 in Shemot. We're about a third of the way through my list of complaints. Moses kills an Egyptian, seemingly by accident. He was just trying to pull him off the Hebrew! Now, in the movie, this happens in front of a whole bunch of people. Moses feels that he has to run away immediately. Right now. He's guilty of murder and deserves no less! Now, listen to me. This? This was deliberate. Moses saw an Egyptian beating a slave to death and went, nope. Not on my watch. And killed the other man first. It actually says in the text that he looked around to check if anyone else was around before doing this. Then he killed him and buried him in the sand. The next day Pharaoh finds out and wants to kill him. No one tries to convince him to stay. He'd die.

After killing the Egyptian, Moses runs to Midyan (I don't know how to properly anglicize that). He does, in fact, rescue Jethro's daughters from some shepherds who are antagonizing them, so good job, movie! You got that one (mostly) right! (There are seven daughters, not four, but we'll forgive them). This is where Moses should have met Tzipporah, but I suppose we needed more drama, didn't we.

Time for the burning bush! Now, aside from the whole controversy of putting G-d in your film, which is an even bigger controversy than drawing Moses, they actually did this part pretty decently. It includes many of the actual lines written in the Torah (though not necessarily in the right order, and missing a lot). It does lose points for not having Moses cover his face when he finds out that it's G-d, and also for not having G-d give Moses the three signs he should show the Hebrews when he gets back. They also don't mention Moses' speech impediment, which I suppose makes sense, but it kinda sucks. On that note, they also skip out the whole part about Aaron being his second in command, his interpreter, and how ecstatic he is that Moses will be the leader of the Hebrews and take them out of Egypt. Oh, also, this is the moment in the movie that we should see Moses as an eighty year old man. Just so we're all clear.

Moses heads out from the cave with his new purpose. He goes home (correct!) to get his wife (and kids, but they don't exist in the movie apparently). Now we get to a bunch of scenes that would have been amazing if they had included them, but no, lets focus on the 'brother' story, because that's wayyyy more interesting. Moses should get back to Egypt with his wife and brother, Aaron, who met him on the way. They should go to Bnei Yisrael (the Sons of Israel) and talk to them, telling them that the time has come for redemption. Do some wonders for them. Then head off to Pharaoh with the elders of Bnei Yisrael, who would melt away one by one. No, instead, Moses goes with his wife, who does absolutely nothing. Here, the movie rolls a few meetings between Moses and Pharaoh together, which is fine, considering that this is a movie and has limited time. I am mad that Aaron wasn't there, though, and that when Moses' stick turns into a snake, it eats the other snakes as a snake and not as a stick, which is what happens in the text.

Now we get to the part that I hate the most about this movie. AARON. How did they manage to mess him up this badly? Moses and Aaron's relationship in the Torah is one of my absolute favourites. This is what the movie should be about. Moses is scared that his older brother will be resentful and angry that he was chosen as the leader, and Aaron is just so ecstatic for him. He is his number one supporter. He helps him, he believes in him, he has a massive part in the redemption. But no, we're going to relegate Aaron to a bitter side character, because... no, actually I can't think of any reason. We'll build up the whole Ramses and Moses brotherly dynamic (which does not exist in the text), but we'll destroy the Aaron and Moses brotherly dynamic (which absolutely does). I am eating glass.

On a similar note- Aaron does the first three plagues. I know it's like, really dramatic to have Moses do it, but... just let other people have some spotlight. This is heresy (literally and figuratively). And while we're talking about the plagues, Pharaoh got three weeks of warning before each one (save three), and was told exactly what was going to happen if he didn't let Bnei Yisrael go. The plagues in the song aren't quite in order, and they don't seem to show the classic understanding of Arov (wild beasts), but other than that, the song seems to cover the destruction of Egypt during the plagues quite well. If anything, it probably underestimates the damage.

The song stops at darkness (incidentally, one of the three that Pharaoh had no warning about), when Moses comes to speak to Pharaoh. And just... they need to stop. This was not a happy, fun relationship. This is happening at best...forty years after Moses runs away? Possibly 68 years later (yes there are opinions that he was 12 when he killed the Egyptian). There are no warm brotherly feelings here. Stop it. Also, Pharaoh's son comes in with a working torch?? How???

Then we get to plague of the first borns. Their death specifically. Now, we'll ignore the weird vortex in the sky representing G-d, because I'm feeling generous. We'll even ignore how poor Bnei Yisrael still seem to be, given that the plagues have been going on for nearly a year now, and their lot in life would have improved greatly. What I will get mad about is the fact that Bnei Yisrael are cowering in fear, in the dark, in their empty little cottages. No. Just no. They were celebrating, having a feast with their family and friends. They had roast lamb, matzah and bitter herbs- the first Pesach Seder! This is such a misrepresentation of the atmosphere in their homes. Let this be a story about celebration, even before the redemption happens! Happiness and joy isn't reserved only for the good times. Also, points off for not showing idols crumbling and being destroyed as part of the plague.

You might be aware of the famous kids song, "Pharaoh in pyjamas in the middle of the night". If not, that's pretty much how it goes. Pharoah in pyjamas, he looks for Moses, the kids played games with him. Why? He was terrified of dying, seeing as he was a first born. This is a very very different feel from the movie, which has Moses come and... pay respects? To Pharaoh who is mourning his dead son. He should be begging Bnei Yisrael to leave right then and there, not to stay an extra second, which we graciously refuse, saying that we will not leave like thieves in the middle of the night, but we will leave in the morning. This would be an insane scene in a movie, and honestly, they're the ones missing out for not including it.

We're approaching the end of this movie (finally), Bnei Yisrael have left Egypt, and are confronted by the sea. A pillar of fire descends from the heavens to stop the Egyptians in their tracks (which should be a cloud, the fire was in front of them to light their way, but alright, I guess this is cinematic. Also, points for how cool the pillar of fire looks). Here, Moses dramatically sticks his staff into the sea and it parts. I would have loved if they had included Nachshon's part in this, which is wading directly into the sea with complete faith that G-d would save them somehow. But no, we need Moses to be the only character of any worth in this movie. Also, Moses is famously allergic to hitting water, he should have stretched his staff out over the water, not stuck it in.

Bnei Yisrael make it to the other side! Mazal Tov! And one of my favourite (correct) details in the movie- Miriam singing with her tambourine, and other women also playing instruments! Congratulations for getting that one right!

Then we fastforward through a few parshiyot to the end of the movie, the giving of the tablets- which are obviously completely wrong. We couldn't get too much right in this movie. These should be made of blue sapphire and rectangular, build like two massive bricks, really (6x6x3 tfachim). Instead we get two stone slabs that look like they'd shatter if you dropped them.

And that's the end of the movie! In short, I think that the makers promise that the movie "is true to the essence, values, and integrity" of the Pesach story is absolute bogus. It's a movie about two brothers who don't get along, and then another two brothers who don't get along.

And the songs are incredible, which is just not fair. They have no business going as hard as they do.

That's my assessment of the movie, if anyone has anything to add, please do! If anyone wants to fight me over this, come at me. I'll throw books at you. Happy Pesach, everyone!

[resplendent-dwellings]

[the-acid-pear]

Need to finish my Dave design so I can draw him with Mori

[luvcaleb]

YOU'RE MINE.

nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically ‘testing caleb's patience: the fic’, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.

“It's a waste,” you'd always say. “You might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.”

And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, “Though most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.”

You usually don't heed his warnings—Caleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.

...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. “Nn— hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?”

You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. “C'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.

“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”

Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”

Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”

Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”

The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”

He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.

He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”

“Ah, ah, Caleb!”

You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”

He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”

“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”

Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”

“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”

Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”

“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”

You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”

The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.

“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”

He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.

“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”

“Haa... haa...”

Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.

“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”

He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.

“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”

Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.

“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”

He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.

He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”

Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”

He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.

“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.

You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”

He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”

“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”

He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”

You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.

“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”

He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”

“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”

You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”

His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”

He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.

“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”

His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”

“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!” 

“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”

His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”

He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”

“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.

Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.

“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”

Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. “Anything for the girl I love.”

[actuallysaiyan]

57. “have you seen the things that the fans write about you and *other celeb*?” With Toshi? Maybe the *other celeb* could be a younger pro like Hawks or even Fatgum! Just someone obvi closer to the readers age and makes him a bit… upset. Jealous. Because hey, just because he’s older doesn’t mean he can’t do those things too! Hell, he probably has moves these youngsters ain’t even heard of!

warnings: smut, lewd themes, vaginal fingering, confident Toshinori, age gap, lewd magazine article, mentions of erectile dysfunction prompt: “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other celeb*?”

You were appalled while reading this magazine. Why you even decided to pick it up was beyond you…maybe it was because you saw that someone had decided to lump your husband with other pro heroes. It was a gossip magazine but this time you were worried they might go too far.

The article was all about fans sending in love letters, theories or even their thoughts and wants about these heroes. It was pretty clear to you that they all found your husband to be too old. Too outdated. Even if he had been the number one hero, people didn’t think too highly of him these days. It angered you to no end sometimes to think about how people spoke about him.

When he gets home, Toshinori comes over to you and he presses a kiss on your cheek. He leans over the back of the couch to look at what you’re reading. He frowns as he scans over some lines but then he laughs.

“It’s not funny!” You cry out, throwing the magazine on the coffee table. “Have you seen the things that the fans write about you and the other pro heroes? It’s terrible!”

He sits down next to you. “Like what? That I’m no longer suited to be number one? I know that already.��

You blush and look down at your hands on your lap. “Well there’s that and there’s…”

The way you look right now would suggest there’s something else going on. They must be writing something pretty nasty about him. He tries not to let it get to him but he’s definitely curious now. So he grabs the magazine and begins reading the article.

“When I found out how old All Might is…” he recites some words from one fan. “Jeez! She really thinks I can’t…I can’t get it up?!”

You sigh and roll your eyes. “That’s tame in comparison to how they treat you when it comes to the younger heroes.”

His brows furrow. “You don’t believe these words do you? I mean…I know Hawks and Fatgum and even Enji…they are all younger than me.”

You shake your head. You know that Toshinori is more than capable of making you feel good. There’s a smirk that spreads on his face when he leans in to kiss your lips.

“Can’t get it up, huh?” He grabs your hand and brings it to the growing bulge in his pants. “How about this huh? I may not be as young as I used to be, but I think I’m still hung like a horse. What do you think, baby?”

You swallow hard. Your throat feels so dry, but that’s about the only thing that is dry. You can’t believe the way he’s speaking to you right now. Toshinori doesn’t always talk dirty but when he does, it makes you so wet. He nips at your bottom lip.

“Baby, I asked you a question. Now could you please answer it?”

“You’re…you’re fucking huge. Hung like a horse.”

He laughs at your words. Your world gets flipped upside down literally when he pushes you onto your back and he grabs your legs. He places them on his shoulders before kissing you hungrily. Toshinori lets his kisses linger before they trail down your neck to your chest. He slides off your shirt, kissing your shoulders before he cups your breasts in his hands.

“Besides, do you think those pro heroes know how to make you cum so hard you forget your own name?”

His question is almost rhetorical. How could they know how to make you cum the way Toshinori does? He slips one of his hands down your sweatpants, toying with your pussy through your panties. Meanwhile, he’s sucking on your nipples.

“Already this wet, hm?”

He pushes your panties aside, teasing your folds and your hole. Toshi actively ignores your aching clit in favor of ramping things up with a lot of teasing. By the time his long fingers even brush against your clit, you’re already dripping. He looks into your eyes while he rubs your swollen nub to a shaking orgasm.

“Remember baby,” he kisses you to swallow up your sweet moans. “Just because I’m older, that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make you feel good.”

He then pulls down your pants completely and wraps your legs around his waist. You watch through hooded eyes as he unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing erection. He chuckles at the hungry but fucked out look you give him.

“I guess I’ll just need to fuck you so hard you forget all about that silly magazine article!”

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SCREEN QUEEN! - G.S.

Synopsis. To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! pórnstar! reader, pórnstar!Geto, he is so DOWN BAD, exhibítionism, breéding, Geto’s tattoos, Geto’s PIERCINGS (d, tongue), THREÉSOMES, some Gojo x Reader x Geto, streamer!Gojo, vóyeurísm, Geto gets one taste is PÚSSYDRÚNK, mast. (Geto), oraI (fem + male rec.), spítting, p slapping, some Toji x Reader, PÚRE SMUT, húmping, matíng presses, semi-public, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 10.1k (woah)

A/N. Have a lovely week <3

“Ch-chin up, honey–” Geto’s drunkenly half-lidded stare sticks to you like a greedy second skin. And it makes him snicker, curling his thick fingers around your neck to force your glassy eyes upwards. “Let the camera see that hah- pretty face of yours.”

You mewl, batting your teary lashes up at his towering figure. Pretty glossed lips pressing the most sinful French kisses up his sensitive shaft, “Like this, Sugu?”

And god, that makes him throw his head back with a whimper. It makes him dredge up everything left of his sanity to remember those next few lines of his, praying that those babbling messes of his groans pick up on the microphones. 

“Y-yeah, got that right.” he jostles his muscular thighs even more heavily manspread, baring you with a sopping wet swipe of his angry tip against your pout. Poking the bulbous curve of his cool metal piercing just barely- “So you can listen, brat.”

Damn. Geto’s already sure he’d stumbled over his script a few too many times. Already sure he’d forgotten what the next scene was with how he was too dangerously close-

CUT!

Shit.

He had a feeling this would happen.

Because Geto Suguru rarely ever had to take multiple takes whenever he was filming - he was no novice in this business. Far from it, in fact. 

Bearing the title of one of the most-watched porn actors in history - and the five-time crowned winner of the most beautiful, as well - the audience loved him, and the directors loved him even more with just how many big, fat cheques he’d rake in easily.

And you?

That gorgeous newbie paired up with him today that was absolutely ruining him. 

“Sorry-” Your honeyed tone snaps him out of his syrupy reverie, and the little smile on your face is so innocent compared to just a few seconds ago. “M’still new to this, so I think it was my fault.”

Yeah, ruining him. 

“Not at all. S’cute.” Geto’s plastering one of his suave grins all across his mean mouth, and without a second thought, he’s thumbing away that translucent little splatter of precum at the edge of your kiss-bitten lips. Wetting the curvaceous pad of his thumb, “Besides, don’t worry yourself, pretty lady. I don’t think a uh- what was it- clan leader would stutter as much as I did.”

And oh, he wished he could sneak in a few more glimpses of your laugh, music to his ears. Wondering what it’d feel like to have it vibrate around his still rock-hard cock. But alas, swiftly, the director’s clapping a hand down on Geto’s broad shoulder. 

“Suguru- my star! What happened back there?” the older man bares him with a toothy grin that said it wouldn’t last there much longer if he made any more mistakes at today’s shooting.

It was the first time in years that he had to have a word of reprimand. And he wasn’t even fucking you today-

“Nothing.”

“Are we sure-”

“Nothing.” Firmer, this time, with a dangerous tinge that no other actor would dare have. His glassy eyes - still foggy from the slide of your tongue, still aching for more of it - fixate sideways on you getting your make-up retouched right beside him. Clearing his throat, “I won’t fumble next time. Promise.”

But shit, only a few seconds before the next take - the high-definition cameras rolling, the heady lighting fixated on the two of you - and he already feels like he’s about to lose it.

“Said you were a rookie, right? You sure about that, screen queen?” he’s leering a slightly-smug grin down at you, the curved edges of his lips twitching at that little industry nickname of yours.

He’d heard it here and there - mainly whenever Gojo was raving about you, but never did he think you would end up being so…so addictive. 

Of course, he’s going to brag to his best friend as soon as this is over.

You’re gifting him with a bratty huff, “I’ve only been making videos for a few months, y’know? So I’ve never had to have a blowjob scene with someone so-” 

And with a gulp, your syrupy eyes flicker downwards at his achingly hard cock - famed for just how massive Geto was. Already so creamy with a glistening coating of precum drizzling down his thumping veins, standing so thoroughly and thickly upright that it made your drenched thighs squeeze. Yearning to steal another taste of that furiously strawberry-blushed fat tip. “-so big.”

Shit, Geto could feel his fattened cock jolt already. 

Hissing, “S-save it for the camera, honey.”

“Okay! Take 2, Act 1 of 1 from Cult Leader Geto.” A ringing voice cuts through your saturated air, and he’s settling back into his poised seated position on that decadently throne-like chair, you on your knees. “ACTION!”

“Messing up such an important mission, hm?” Geto spits, stern voice targeting you at your very dripping core. Sear-like grip making your throat burn, fuming, “Y’know there’s only one way to make up for it, right, honey?”

Your lips wobble oh-so-adorably when he hits them with a splattering smack! smack! smack! of his painfully hard length. Making you mumble, “Wh-what do I hafta-”

And maybe because it was part of the script, maybe because Geto couldn’t last hearing another melodic note of your sweetened voice - he’s shoveling all girthy inches of his swollen cock past your velvety lips. 

Unapologetically.

Filthily.

God…it was so easy to forget all the cameras with your tongue.

Pressing the reddened curve of his weepy cockhead to nestle hot and heavy on your tastebuds, your jaw aches with the sheer weight of his hefty shaft throbbing away comfortably on your tongue. 

And you swear you can feel big, bulbous tears welling up behind your eyes with how every ounce of blood in Geto’s body comes rushing down into his steaming length. Expanding his rotund head to grow even thicker-

“Shit.” he gasps. “Shit shit shit shit-” Brows scrunching, drooling maw falling slack. Every muscle in his hulking body bows to hunch forwards in his chair, until your tight throat was choking around the thick curve of his swollen tip. One attractively tattooed hand splayed out firmly on the back of your head, “Take it- y-yeah, take it why dontcha? If ya wanna make it up to your leader.”

God, he didn’t know if the cockdrunken way you were nodding was even real - but it made him groan just the same. 

Sobbing out a swelteringly hot squelch! of syrupy precum that drips teasingly down the already-messy walls of your mouth. “Heh, maybe ya can even be my s-second-in-command with a mouth like this.”

And he’s giggling out in an almost hysterical way, head throwing backwards when his powerful hips rut up in slow grinds. Back and forth back and forth- that have your now-puffy lips stretching around so widely around his fat cock. 

Struggling. Shit, he’s the biggest you’ve ever had.

Geto already knew his agent was going to be on his ass for veering just the slightest degree off the script.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

How could he? Not when the drag of your tongue was swirling around his steamingly hot girth in languid swivels, over and over fighting to trace every one of his prominent veins thumping angrily inside your mouth. 

You whine at the saccharine sweet taste of his precum shooting down your throat in wet sputters, “S-Sugu-”

Fuck. 

Geto hears himself whimper a pathetic noise as soon as you’re tugging yourself off of his leaky cock, pressing wet peck after peck up the underside of his messy shaft. It’s glossing in glinting lip-prints that he half-wishes he could tattoo. Slipping and sliding to sloppily plant your mouth along the bawling divot at the very end of his rosy pink head. 

“Mhm–” he’s drawling, movements as slow as gliding through molasses when one of his strong legs comes to circle around your body. Muscles flexing so tight that if he angled just right he could squeeze that pretty throat of yours. He bites his lip, “Suck on my ah- tip- c’mon, gorgeous. Heheh, yeah gimme a pretty peck, why dontcha?”

With a smug smirk, he’s guiding through trembly digits to thwack! thwack! thwack! his thick hilt in wet splatters across your lips. Only to figure out that he didn’t even have to bother.

Because your sweet mouth was so ravenously reattaching back onto him, starkly raw lips glissading down the bulge of his Prince Albert. Your deft tongue swivels in such a filthy way down the underside of his slit, cheeks hollowing as you suck. 

“Spit.”

“S’this-” you hiccup, widened eyes pleading. Spitting out a silvery glob of saliva onto the very edge of his tip, “S’this good, sir?”

Fuck, for a second there he almost forget that every one of your lines are scripted. And he deliriously wonders what if would be like if you called him that for real 

“Hmmm, dunno.” His thumb smears across that pool of precum beside your lips - popping it into his mouth tastefully, “Jus’ a bit deeper to make sure. You can do it- c’mon.”

Swallowing up those solidly girthy inches of Geto’s so deliciously. Your nose presses against those drenched tufts of black at his toned pelvis, jittery fingers coming around to massage sultry little circles around his tight, cum-filled balls. 

“Heh, think I prefer ya like this-” he’s restless now. Close. Knitting his brows rudely together, abs clenching mouth-wateringly at every wet gyration of his cock hitting the very back of your throat. And he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop, not even if the director yells cut this time. “-all pliant, n’ shutting up that bratty mouth of yours.” Geto arches his spine so flexibly - a specialty of his - all the way enough to whisper in a hoarse pant of feverish condensation against your ear. “All mine.”

Geto can barely even finish his line - or his train of thought, before with a wracing shudder, he’s cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life. 

Oozing out the wettest wads of his thick cum, so much of his wispy white seed gushing across in dripping glides into the cavern of your mouth. Back and forth with every jackhammer. The money shot smearing all down your pretty chin.

And fuck, just the way he can feel it sloshing around in a tidal wave inside your mouth makes him groan out your name.

Barely even registering the way it’ll have to be cut out in editing later, no- all he can think about is how heavenly you were milking him. Twisting your tongue to drag out his hazy orgasm, to swipe up even more of it from his piercing, you blink up in satisfaction.

Letting it overspill. 

“Heh, fuck-” Geto’s tongue was dangerously loose now, mouth curling up into a simpering smile down at you when he’s bursting out in even more velvety ribbons of cum. It drips halfway down your jaw, washing a perfectly milky lipstain on you. Muttering, “Wish I could fuck you- god, I would-”

He’s cutting himself off with a dampened gasp, just as the chilling air on-set hits his hard erection. 

In urgent moves, Geto’s pulling out of your silken soft mouth to drag you upwards with the hand tightened around your throat, crashing his lips into your own with sudden need.

Unsteady. Sodden. French kisses. 

This wasn’t in the script - and you whine at the cool metal against his cushy mouth. A tongue piercing. Shit, he had one to match his dick.

Swirling it across your own lips, Geto hears you moan in that sweet voice of yours just as you taste him - taste yourself on him - and he’s sucking on your tongue just as you did with his cock. Pooling all the dredges of salty seed on his own, before spitting it back out-

“Tell yer agent-” he murmurs throatily, two fingers roughly wrangling your mouth shut. To make you swallow. His popping ears ignore the calls from the director for the scene to be cut. Finally completed. And Geto licks up the excess remnants of cum down your lips. “-to let me have ya again sometime, gorgeous.”

CULT MEMBER SLUT GETS TAUGHT A LESSON BY HER LEADER!

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Top comments:

satoruxstrongest: holy shit idk who im more jealous of ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱

unicorny: I VOLUNTEER FOR THE NEXT MISSION CULT LEADER GETO

hj.eromytits: guys is it just me or does geto sound EXTRA extra whiny in this video~?

tonykrier: No cuz I totes agree

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Now, it wasn’t normal for Geto to run home freshly after a shooting and…research his scene partner. To spend what seemed like hours upon hours pouring over every single video and picture you’d blessed his obscene mind with.

You.

An up-and-coming new actress, but already dubbed the nickname of screen queen. Loved by many for that sultry sweet smile of yours and just how gorgeous you were when you were all fucked stupid. 

Everybody wanted you.

And Geto - oh, Geto was out of his mind. 

Shit, he’s thinking through his saturedly needy thoughts, eyes locked on the two sweat-sheened bodies on-screen. It was an earlier one of you and legendary veteran porn actor, Toji Zenin, and the more he eyed the way your bugging pussy so readily swallowed each of his greedily girthy inches - the more he was fucking jealous his agent only booked a simple blowjob scene. Peering at the title-

DILF-NEXT-DOOR GIVES SCREEN QUEEN AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.

That should be him.

The wet schwf! of clothes upon skin emanate throughout his penthouse bedroom when Geto unthinkingly drags the soft mountains of his palm down his throbbingly hard erection. Eyeing at how Toji was smearing your sopping pussy lips open, giving Geto the perfect view-

Shit, that should be him.

Holding back a low moan, “Fuck-” he scrambles to hit the camera icon on his trembling phone, all but ripping his pants down to set free his ravaging cock. “God- m’so fuckin’ hard-”

He doesn’t even know who he’s talking to right about now - the audience, or you. 

But all he can think about right now are those sparking stars behind his lids as soon as he runs the solid curve of his thumb along the bump of his swollen head. Still not fully hard, Geto squeezes his fat hilt just the way he remembers you did earlier today.

“S’all because of y-you, y’know?” he’s gritting through clenched teeth, batting those long dark lashes of his right up at the camera. “Why’d you hafta look at nhgh- m-me that way.”

God, his digits were only half as soft as yours were. And he keens at the rough drag of his fingerprints down the sensitive spots at every ride and curve. Melty mind stumbling through every mindless half-thrust into his fist.

Over and over.

God, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.

He’s panting - gasping. Every rutting fuck up into his hand leaving his heavy balls clenching painfully, teeth clamping. 

Geto’s never been this needy - this desperate to try and graspingly remember what your moans had sounded like through his phone speaker not too long ago. It’s all he can do to sink his sharp canines down onto his fist, desperately holding back whimpers upon whimpers that threaten to spill out into the open.

Yet, they do, anyway.

“M-make me so fuckin’ horny, honey-” he’s swiping at the lazy trickle of drool down the edges of his drunkenly upturned grin. Puffing away the long, inky hair curtaining his eyes to splay out across the bed. “Such a perfect body ya have- such a perfect pussy. Wish I could fuck it.”

Because that delicious arch in your back was practically burned into Geto’s mind, how your slutty cunt was slobbering down gloss after gloss of your sweet, sweet juices down Toji’s fat cock. He’d been massive - rivaling Geto, honestly - and he couldn’t help but muse whether you’d take him that well, too. 

Would you cry out and beg for more? 

Would you bat your lashes and tell him to slow down- only to huff and puff in that naughty way of yours when he does?

You were…you were so pretty. And all he ever wanted to do was wreck that equally pretty pussy of yours, and ruin your makeup, and you. 

You you you you-

Geto’s wrist aches down his tall shaft, stuttering up and down, he flicks his thumb wetly underneath his sensitive slit. Neatly grazing his manicured fingernail underneath the glazed bump, “I’d ruin ya, y’know?” Geto chokes out, and he doesn’t even have to fake the purring moan in his tone. The way his voice lilts embarrassingly higher in volume and pitch, gliding all the way up to nudge in wet peppered kisses across his chilling piercing. “Would make ya shut up on m’cock- hngh- until ya can feel my piercing branding into ya. Ruin everyone else f-for ya.”

God, the camera was so shaky right about now - and he half-wonders whether he wants to post this. Nothing like the usual professional set-up you’d usually see on Geto’s promotional tweets. 

And then shit, just the thought of you actually seeing this video has him almost dropping his phone onto the dampened silken sheets below. His overly saturated mind liked to think that you’d like it, that you might even slip your own soft hand down into your flimsy excuse of panties.

“Fuck- fuck.” Geto bounces his head back onto the plush pillows, thighs shuddering even further open, catching every pearlescent bead of precum being smeared down his thickening length. Filthy. So fucking filthy. Making him arch- “Look what you do- look how you’ve got me- fuck-”

He was practically humping up like an animal now. Out of control. Each moan breaking into a whine in a way that Geto can’t stop even if he wanted to. 

And the more he thought about you the more-

“Oh h-honey-” One of Geto’s thumb trails their way down to press down at the very middle of the twitchy curve of his balls. Hard. Hiccuping back a mewl of your name, he’s nodding like he doesn’t even realize. “M’gonna cum hah- m’gonna cum, okay? You’ll hafta take it all t-take it hngh-”

And it’s just a few more merely sloppy grinds before Geto’s spurting out in thick streams of cum. So much of it.

He’s fucking his fist like he wishes it was you. It’s making such a mess down his greedy fingers, coating down to his wrist in a gleaming sheen of creamy white. Easier to make him slip up, up, up, and down his swollen, red shaft trying to dredge up something delicious from the very ends of his weepy divot. 

He lets his phone drop, thick thighs straddling upon each side of the screen to jerk his achy cock off like your pretty face was just underneath him. Furious. Fast. A low ah! ah! ah! rasping through each breath.

God, his fingers weaken around his cock. Moving as if on auto-pilot when he circles his trickling wet fingers around his own rosy pink nipples - all glistening down his tattoos as if they’d been laminated, they made for the perfect wet dream - then all the way up to suck on them. Cleaning. Tasting himself.

Fuck, wishing it was your hand.

Wishing you were here.

All Geto could think about is if you were here right now, then he’d swipe his blushing tip down your lips, instead - reel you into a dripping wet kiss just like before. He grunted at just how badly he wanted to taste on your candied tongue again-

Still so sensitive from the shoot with you before, Geto’s breathing out in heaves, pants. Tears prickling at the very ends of his bleary eyes, he bites down furiously on his coral pink lips, trying for the fucking life of him to not cum in blanks right now. 

He does, actually.

Again. And again and again- spazzing cockhead jerking out a few wispy wet ribbons of his seed, before giving way into nothing. And if you listened closely to the crackling audio, you could almost hear Geto whimper.

Yet, he doesn’t even notice until his thumb swipes shakily onto that red end button on the video.

Doesn’t even register until he’s pulling up his infamously lewd Twitter account, the voice of his agent ringing in his pounding ears from today on something about “promo for your upcoming video” with every few hasty clicks on-screen.

Geto posts.

And he doesn’t even glance a second time at the screen before darting back into his browser history, searching ravenously for any more morsel of you he could dig up.

Because Geto Suguru might just be addicted.

@GetoTheCursed: For @ScreenQueen

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Top replies:

moresenpaimore: holy shit the lighting? the shakiness? the whimpers? ITS ALMOST LIKE HE POSTED JUST AS HE CAME DADDY YOURE SPOILING US!!1!111!! 

tjzenin: Good taste, kid. - Toji x.

ScreenQueen: <3

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“Y’look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” Gojo’s angling your head just enough for the blinking camera to drink in that milky trail of slick trickling down the corners of your puffed-up pussy lips. Musing at how it probably couldn’t capture half as how pretty you are with his massive cock bullied snugly into your strugglingly bulging cunt. “Isn’t that right, Suguru?”

“Heh-” The other man only shifts his legs to manspread more comfortably on Gojo’s plush mattress, leaning back on two elbows. “Don’t I know.”

hj.eromytits: ahhh~ a suguru and satoru stream my life is complete~ screen queen is so sexy too~

444stayze: WE NEED MORE COLLABS LIKE THIS SATORU PLEASE

chocho: she’s so…beautiful 

*chocho donated 690 chestnuts*

If Geto Suguru was the king of videos, then Gojo Satoru was the king of streaming. Wracking thousands upon hundred thousands - perhaps close to millions - that watched him strip down and bare the winking camera with his cocky, girthing inches. And today, he just-so-happened to have a special guest.

Two, actually, after hearing about your latest film with each other.

His long-time best friend, and the rookie actress he’d been just as obsessed with lately. And the tons of viewers right now were loving this combination.

Your greedy hips squirm ravenously, jostling Gojo’s cock to swirl in syrupy, circular swivels inside your gooey walls. Yet, you couldn’t do anything with the thick, black blindfold wrapped around your two wrists - a staple of his persona. “G-gojo-”

Smack!

All five of his splayed-out fingers come down harshly in a swat against the curve of your ass, and Geto can’t help but gulp heavily at the sinful way it makes your flesh jiggle. 

Gojo’s tangling a vice-like grip into your scalp - eyes wide, wild, where he’s leering down at you. “Now now, you’re s’pposed to look at hah- me.” he whines. Shit- when had you even turned to look at Geto. “And what was it I told ya to call me?”

“T-To-”

Smack!

“Louder.”

“Toru!” you squeal, feeling his leaky tip brush up in a wet nudge against your bulbous g-spot. Expanding even girthier to hit at that little bullseye over and over-

“Such a s-slutty voice ya got on ya.” His sharp hipbones mashing against tender skin, stifling balls stinging your ass, juddering knees bouncing even faster. It was so fucking addictive sheathing himself inside the tight channel of your cunt. So hot and cozy inside that Gojo has to force himself to rip his line of sight onto Geto just behind you, “Does sh-she always sound so sweet, Suguru?”

And Gojo’s not surprised - not even the tiniest bit surprised - to find that his best friend already has his silken button-up ripped open, ringed fingers stuffed into his too-tight pants. 

Addictive…you were so addictive. 

And he’s almost jealous that he’d introduced you to him on this stream.

Tearing away his clinking belt to knead over his rock-hard erection, drawling the very rounded edges of his fingers down his cupped balls. Squeezing. Hard. Geto looks so utterly like he has to force himself to breathe out something even slightly coherent, “Hmmm, hard to say with the way she was on her knees last time- heheh-”

“Such a dog ya are-” Gojo’s rolling his watery eyes, before pecking a wet glissade of his lips down onto yours. The woosh of donations flood the chat as soon as Geto’s letting out a roughened growl, “Dontcha ngh- a-agree, sweetheart? So mean, hm? The chat certainly seems ta think s-so.”

“Mhm–” you’re crying out - difficult, with the way he was sunken in so solidly inside of you. At Gojo’s sheer mercy. 

Mercy that was slowly dwindling away with each and every slobbering fuck up into your dripping cunt, and you can’t help but let your jaw drop into a needy oh when his ragged thrusts get faster. More desperate. 

Peppering damp pecks along Gojo’s innocently pink lips, “S-so mean, Sugu.”

“Ya hear that?” Gojo swipes his thumbs across your sloppy folds to bear you even further into the camera, and with Geto’s lolling gaze he could just peek the way your sodden hole was gaping widely. How his peaking veins massage your entrance through and forth- “Our girl says you’re a meanie, Sugu~”

candybah: GETO LOOKS MADDD 

k-en.j: she looks so cockdrunk already honestly idk who i want to be here

pumk1nhe1d: Love how Satoru winds him up. Wonder if her poor cunt can take both??

And Geto knew that your voice was absolutely dripping with teasing want, he knew that it meant nothing more than a simple line to get him worked up. But the way Gojo’s jittery arms were engulfing you to stick to him so closely, his knowing smirk flashing Geto’s way had him huffing out a pointed few profanities. 

“Fuck that.” he’s spitting getting up onto two unsteady feet to shuffle even closer to where your bodies were rocking the decadent bed violently. Tying back his dark tresses urgently - and oh shit, that’s when you know he’s serious. And one of Geto’s fingers smack! away Gojo’s, searing his own possessive grip onto the blindfold to haul you against his washboard abs. “Open.”

Fuck, it’s just about all that you can do.

Slopping out your tongue to present your glistening tastebuds - right on par for Geto to be splattering a thick wad of saliva. 

Letting the translucent slick sift across your mouth, and with years in the game, Geto Suguru already had perfect aim. He could’ve already made an easy, clean work of spitting in your mouth.

But, no, he’s speckling wet little messes around your lips on purpose. Swiping it away with the very back of his slender fingers, “Now, would you care to repeat- that?”

Every truncated drag of his moans is punctuated by a ragged rut of Geto’s hips against the globes of your ass. The remainder of his free hands being sure to press your arched body even further backwards into him. 

You feel him throb against your heated skin, his fat girth jostling to make you hump down on everything from the very globular edges of his tip all the way down to where his fat balls were kissing up into you stickily. Gushing out steaming hot wave after wave of precum that formed delicate strings to snap!

Smack!

“C’mon now, sweetheart~” Gojo’s slow tut makes you squeal. “S’not nice to leave someone hah- hanging.”

Batting your teary lashes up at Geto, you’re struggling through your relentless restraints to try and crane up into a kiss. And Geto - ever the bully - makes you work for it, barely moving. “M’m-sorry-”

“That’s not what I asked-” his hot breath puffs up dangerously to fan your ear. Cool rings on his digits burning a blazing pathway up to your neglectedly hardened nipples, making you keen out such whiny sounds when he pinches. “Tell me what you said.”

“S-said-” you’re sobbing out. The double stimulation of Gojo’s ravaged cockheadbumping up into your spongy cervix, and the way that Geto’s thumbs were swirling over in pressurized circles over your tits too much. “-said you were m-mean hngh- didn’t mean i-it ah fuck-”

“Are you sure?”

“You really are s-such a hngh- bully, Suguru.”

“Tch, shut up-” And Geto would never admit the way that he was humping you like such a dog. Panting - heaving, practically - with every sodden grind, his teeth tug harshly on your precious ear lobe. “-at least I’m gonna be the one t-to make her cum.”

Gojo’s rolling his eyes, pecking a sudden crash into the very same spot of your g-spot. “No I will.”

“As if, ya had to borrow my camera t-today jus’ to capture how gorgeous she is.”

Both Gojo and Geto’s lips mesh into yours now, tongues bumping into each other, swirling across yours so lewdly. Sucking and nibbling along any inch of yourself that you would give them. Anything that they could take. 

He’s bucking his hips sloppily, drawing wet gashes between your pre-soaked lips, and nudging against where Gojo was buried so deep. Too much.

Murmuring into your lips, Geto giggles - giggles every-so-drunkenly in a way that made the stream chat flood. “Heh, if ya really mean it then cum f’me, honey.”

Fuck- then, you do.

It’s hitting both you and Gojo like a sudden semi-truck. 

Yelping out a saturated mixture of what sounded like both their names before your gushy walls squeeze tightly. So fucking cozy that Gojo has to stuff one of his long fingers into your quivering hole just to scissor your entrance open, to fuck you through your high.

His fat girth edging you through peak after peak of bliss, your toes curl, mouth still latched firmly with Geto’s. Spazzing cock bawling out a few silvery strings of white down your back - just barely. “My good girl- good- hah- fuckin’ girl.”

“Awww. Look, Suguru-” The other man titters, bringing up his free hand to swipe across your now freshly wet cheeks. “Ya really are a meanie, huh? You made her cry.”

Geto only rolls his dark eyes, that particular remark making him take it out on you - because oh, he might not be fucking you tonight, but it was so utterly fun to rip out those whiny syllables from your pretty mouth. He’s tugging on your nipple with one hand, the other dipping slowly to swat! at your plump clit. “Well, I also made her cum.”

“Hah? No way, that was me-”

“I’ll beat you up right here, right now, Satoru.”

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God, times like this, you almost hated your profession.

Because yes, despite everything, the pay you received was staggering - but absolutely no amount of money was enough to compensate for the complete and utter asshole that was Naoya Zenin. 

And especially not filming with him.

A nepo baby that had climbed his way through the ranks with the help of his family name; most of his audience came to watch him fail utterly pathetically at trying to boss his co-stars around and ultimately end up whining with just the slightest little squeeze of your cunt. 

To watch him be broken and sobbing for mercy - exactly the way you preferred him. 

Anything but this-

“-c’mon- just one night, baby-” Naoya’s purring voice sleazes across your ears, and you ignore him to clutch your thin robe even tighter around your body. Thankful that the filming and clean-up was finally over. “Promise I’ll have you seeing stars.”

When he didn’t even have you seeing your climax? You want to ask, but unfortunately hold back - for your agent’s reputation, if anything else. 

Plastering on an almost-painful faux smile, “I think we spent more than enough time together on-set.”

With that, you shift off the bed to weave determinedly through the bustling camera staff and the director calling out for the editing crew - you didn’t even know where you were going, at this point. 

But Naoya Zenin was persistent, if not anything else. 

Catching up hurriedly, his fingers tap down the side of your shoulder, gliding over the peaking strap of that pretty pink bra you’d worn just for the shoot today - something special your very own viewers had picked out. 

You stand stock-still in the middle of the room when he murmurs into your ear, “Playin’ hard to get isn’t cute, y’know. Just give in-”

SWAT!

“Excuse me-” You’re grinning through the slight sting at the back of your hand - because oh, it was impossible not to smile at the utter look of shock on Naoya’s sharp features the very instant his hand had been smacked away mercilessly. Fuming. Undeterred, your eyes shift down warningly between his legs, “-before I make sure you can never work in this industry again.”

“W-wait-”

But who would bother to wait before making their escape? Not even looking - not even caring - about where you make your sudden strides to. 

SLAM!

The door closes. Hard. 

And you breathe out a shuddering sigh of relief when the cacophony of noise from outside bleeds away into nothingness, like a stifling little cocoon inside.

Fuck- where had your feet even taken you?

It takes a few blinking seconds at the rows upon rows of skimpy lingerie and outfits for you to realize that you’d shut yourself in the costume room just outside of your current set. And a few more seconds to realize that you weren’t alone-

“Oh!” you gasp. And you don’t even know whether to look - where to not look at the absolute wet dream in front of you. 

Geto Suguru was standing unabashedly in the middle of the room, long hair splayed out across his back - and you could count every swirling tattoo of his. Because he was painfully shirtless. Showing off the sculpted ridges and curves of his muscles that flexed a just a little tighter whenever your greedy gaze was dancing down his bulging biceps, his inked hips, his-

“Cat got yer pretty tongue, honey?”

“Wh-wha-” you sputter. Fingers scrambling upwards to cover your eyes - before realizing how futile that is with how you’ve seen everything already. “Cat got your ability to change in the changing stalls instead of where everyone can see, Geto?”

He cocks his smug head, grinning down at you. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re complaining, though?”

“You’re too much.”

Throwing that thin cotton t-shirt grasped within his digits somewhere off to the side - perhaps to toy with your sanity even more. He crosses his thick forearms, showing off every bumpy vein of his. “Besides- I was here first- helping out ol’ Nanami with a costume. The more important question should be why the Screen Queen of all people is barging in here?” Lips quirking attractively upwards, “Wanted to see me shirtless again so badly, hm?”

You did.

“You wish.” 

You’re rolling your eyes, and you never knew how close someone could get to you just within that split-second. Because you’re already feeling the feverish rush of his ragged breath against your features, skin burning mere inches from yours. 

Close. 

With a gulp, you’re careening back against the velvety walls. “More like wanted to run away from Naoya Zenin and his dates so badly.”

So close. 

“Ah.” Geto’s nodding with understanding. Running a hand through his hair, he easily slips that tiny black tie into his mouth. Moving to bunch up his strands into a ponytail, “Need me to beat him-”

You cut him off, “No no no-” Frantically waving your hands about - partially because you really didn’t want him to leave right now. “I took care of it, anyway.”

“That’s my girl.” 

And something about the honeyed way he hummed those words made your stomach lurch, it had you panting out a needy breath into the almost non-existent space between you two. One of his palms splay out on the wall beside your head, caging you in. Geto’s greedy gaze daring for a mere split-second to the CCTV camera by the far corner of the room - eh, Ichiji is probably on break, anyway. “Then I guess, my next question is…”

God, he’s so mean.

So teasing.

Reaching up to trail down the very end of his pointer finger in-between the seam of your robes - doing practically nothing to hide the way that Geto licks his lips at every sliver of your skin revealed. 

Down between the valley of your breasts, down to your navel. 

Down, down, down.

“-did he take care of you?”

You’re stammering your head into a half-delirious shake, “H-he didn’t make me-”

Geto makes an almost primal snarl at the very back of his throat, darkened eyes widening. He sounds so out-of-breath already. “Make you what?”

“-didn’t make me cum!”

And oh, those words changed everything.

“Then I guess I better make up for my colleague’s incompetence, right?”

Because not only did they have Geto Suguru’s sanity snapping, it had your poor, drenched panties as well - stumbling around your ankles in a useless pile of fabric with only one thorough pull of his deftly curled digits.

“So flimsy.” he’s raising one dark brow, sharp canines glinting against the dim lighting in amusement. “Yet it still wasn’t broken- Goes ta show what a hah- great time ya had with Naoya, huh?”

“Please- D-don’t tease-”

What did you even mean to say- don’t tease you? he wonders. As if he ever could. Half-drunkenly, half-deliriously because Geto couldn’t get fucking enough of anything but the way that your pretty pussy was winking up at him with a glistening sheen. So puckered and ready for him that he wanted to give her a little kiss. 

A French kiss.

“Shhh- better keep ‘er quiet f’me, gorgeous-” he’s chuckling, hurried now that his knees clatter to the floor with a loud bang! Maybe it hurt, maybe it didn’t- Geto didn’t fucking care. “Because m’not going easy on you.”

And with a raw drag of his heaving inhales, he’s drinking in your mouthwatering essence. Greedy.

Glissading up the very slit between your puffy pussy lips, he’s curling his thumb meanly into your sloppy hole. Circling around in practiced, purposeful little swipes. 

“G-Geto–” he’s quietly admiring the way it rolls off of your tongue, and fuck he’s never been one to be cocky over his own name but right now it was so fucking impossible not to be. Batting long, dark lashes from between your trembly thighs, “So mean, y’know that?”

Oh, you little minx. Geto’s brain flashes back to the stream with his best friend-

And he can’t help the sultry rasp of your name at the very back of his throat, the way his ringed fingers come branding down in such a dangerous swat! right against the plump edge of your clit- barely grazing your sensitively beading peak.

A warning. 

“What was that?” he spits. Followed by a literal wad of his syrupy saliva right onto the slope of your hole watching the splatters speckle across your drooling cunt. It felt so possessive. “If I’m so mean, then you should find it- heh, sooo fucking easy to stay quiet, hm?” Wild eyes locked with yours - you’ve never seen this look anywhere in Geto’s films. Anywhere. “Wouldn’t wanna be caught with the big- bad- meanie-”

Shit, it was something to tease him - something to get on your longtime idol’s nerves. But you’d never have expected the effect that it would have.

Because Geto was ravenous when his lips are placing a messy kiss onto your own - your other ones. Meshing a sultry glide of his tongue between your swollen folds, his tongue piercing so cold against your tight ring of muscle.

He wasn’t easing you in.

He wasn’t showing you any mercy or regret when Geto stuffs his face as deeply into the heaven between your legs as he could go. And it almost hurts him when his nose smushes harshly into your sensitive nub, when his jaw aches with just how much farther he couldn’t sink into your pretty pussy. 

Groaning, one of Geto’s splayed-out palms wrangles your ever-weakening legs onto his broad shoulders, the other toying taunting circles sailing all over your clit. Because he wanted more more more-

“Ngh- fuck!” Your unsteady fingers dangle their way through his silken strands - as soft to the touch as they looked. And you tug when you feel the silvery cold metal dart against your melty walls - not that it moved him even an inch. “Fuck that feels so good-”

“I know-” he’s smirking up at you. “N’ it sounds like e-everyone out there s’gonna know, too- heh. I don’t mind.”

God, that’s when it hits you to lower the volume of your honeyed moans. Biting down on the knuckles of your free hand, you level him with a glare. 

“L-look who’s talking-”

Geto only chuckles through the sopping wet squelches he’s reeling out from your cunt. Fingers now dripping downwards with a final pinch to your clit and onto your hole. “S’not my fault your p-pretty pussy’s so talkative, honey.”

“G-Geto-”

“Shhh, lemme hear her talk. Please?”

You gasp when you feel him plowing a trail of his thick digits into your already snugly-filled channel. Such a tight fit with both Geto’s rummaging fingers and his toasty tongue slurping up every bead of your juices. 

They’re swirling around you with reckless abandon, no longer the expert methods and tricks you were used to. No, Geto was pumping his fingers into you solely because he was addicted to the feeling. 

To the loud slurps and squelches resounding from down below with his miniscule movements.

“Heheh, yeahhh- so fucking mouthy she is. Might as well have s-someone overhear her.” He grunts, feeling your gummy walls clamp down on him so vice-like. And it takes him every shred of willpower to finally part his sinful way with your cunt, to drag his lips in a final kiss down your wet folds. “Hold on- got an idea.”

Fuck. 

An idea from Geto Suguru would never bode well for your sanity.

And you were completely right in assuming so, because in a split-second, he’s reaching down to his pants pocket - pulling out a glinting silver lip ring. One that finds itself placed so prettily near the very edge of Geto’s rawly rubbed pink lips. 

One that finds itself wrapped oh-so-deliciously around your clit. Sucking. 

More. 

“Heh, you’re the first one to hah- see me with this new lip ring- congrats-”

“L-lucky me-” you manage to choke out. Hips rutting up and down up and down from the wall, dragging your slobbering cunt all down to make-out with his gorgeous features - and Geto doesn’t look like he’s anywhere but heaven. “It feels- so so- mmpf-”

Without warning, his thorough digits find themselves rudely shoved between your jaw-dropped mouth. Metal rings cold. Thick. Pressing down at the back of your tongue-

“Heheh- what did I say-” he’s dragging his mouth backwards to tug on your weepy clit. Other set of fingers picking apart your sweetest spots inside, ruthless cadence picking up. “Quiet, honey- be quiet f’me like my good girl why- ah- why dontcha?”

Truthfully, Geto himself is finding it so fucking difficult to concentrate. 

He’s so sloppy. So loud. 

He feels like he could combust with every shuddering gush of your sweet, sweet juices down the lover half of his face. So much of it that it’s dripping down into a lewd puddle onto the floor.

And he’s forced to swivel his free hand punishingly into your mouth to stop himself from traveling it down to his pants and creaming all over it like some loser. God- no- he had to make you cum. And fast. Before he loses it. 

“C’mon, my pretty lady-” Geto bursts out in feverish hot pants breathed into your cunt, mouth rearing everywhere. And the stark contrast between his cool lip ring and his mouth made you shiver down your spine in white-hot pleasure. Hot and cold hot and cold- “Can ya hear that?”

Ah, damn. Just your luck - both your ears perk up at the distance resounding of footsteps. Close.

You tug on his long strands. Through muffled syllables, “G-geto–”

Closer.

“S’alright s’alright-” he’s snickering, sounding for all the world as relaxed as ever like he wasn’t two seconds away from being caught with a fellow actress in one of the most scandalous positions for even a porn company. “-jus’ cum f’me. Cum f’me, honey.”

Your cunt was so sensitive. You’re whimpering through his fingers once Geto presses in deeply onto that magical spot. Stars bursting behind your eyes- “M’gonna cum, Geto- so close. M’gonna- m’gonna-”

You didn’t have to finish your sentence.

Because with only a few bustling thrusts of his digits into that very same bullseye, you’re cumming all over Geto’s pretty face. Splattering his chiseled chin in a sheeny gloss of you, so filthy.

And he lets you - oh, he lets you. Why wouldn’t he?

Not when this is all that he’s been dreaming of ever since he had you that one time on set, not when you tasted so sweet spurting your juices down his tongue. Kittenish kisses lapping up every wet gash of slick, his fingers strain with how furiously he’s fucking you through your high.

“Oh- oh, honey— ” The only mantra that Geto can babble out pussydrunkenly, quirking up his hips to grind his rock-hard erection against your thigh. God, he felt like he could cum in his pants right now. “Tha’s right- use me- use me.”

Forcing his jittery fingers down to your hips in a rough restraint, he’s dragging your drooling cunt up and down up and down up and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hey- ya in here?”

Click! In an instant, Geto’s long arm span is reached over to lock the door. 

And god, Naoya’s voice was grating enough that he almost lost his rock-hard erection - if it hadn’t been for that sweetly startled mewl ripping from your throat, that is. 

You scoff, fully ready to give him a piece of your - albeit syrupy, orgasmically hazed - mind to the man outside. But with a sneaky finger signaling you to be quiet, he stands back up to his hulking stature. Growling out a biting, “Only one in here’s me, fuck off.”

Only then comes the sputtering, “Wh-why I’d never-”

“Unless ya want your lil’ idol Toji to hear about how you’ve been nothing but a prick to his favorite actress.”

It’s barely even a second later when you hear those footsteps walking urgently away, and not even two when Geto’s hot breath puffs up against your ear. Words slurring and stumbling over one another,  gliding his tongue across his lower lip to snatch up every ounce of you. “Don’t you worry-” Before sucking on the very same fingers that were buried inside you, “M’gonna ruin him.”

And that’s all it takes for him to remember something else you’d said about that very man just earlier. Something about a date…as if.

“Kiss me- kiss me kiss me please-” Geto’s mouth hovers over yours. Gingerly placing peck after peck- “Fuck- s-suck-” Not even having to finish his sentence with how your heated lips wrapped around his icy lip ring, dripping with your slick. “N’ I was th-thinking- would ya- only if you’d like- wanna make a movie-”

“Yes.”

Hah, Geto grins. Take that, Satoru.

LOCATION: CCTV room, Jujutsu X company building.

Employee count - 1 

“Fuck- fuck-” Ichiji’s struggling to push up his condensation-fogged glasses with one of his slippery hands. Fingers trembling on the keyboard when he’s rewinding the camera footage in the costume room by just a few more seconds. “Oh god- m’gonna get f-fired-”

Again.

And again.

And again and-

“Shit-” he’s shuddering out, head woozy at the sheer overstimulation. Belt clattering against the plastic of his chair for about the nth time this hour. “-she really is a screen queen.”

---

Geto Suguru planned everything meticulously - till every detail was checked off on his seasoned mental list of making the perfect homemade…movie. 

Not exactly something that he’d tried out personally before but- but who better to do it than with you? And he swears with every bit of insincere honesty inside of him that this was totally not because he’d been yearning to feel you cumming all over his cock for months now. 

Yeah…totally not.

So he planned.

And he had everything - the heady candle-lit bedroom, the fresh silken sheets, the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere across the room. The only undecided thing being the name of your little tryst. Prowling over to you sat on the bed - all it takes is a simple shove to spread you out the way he’s been dreaming of. Humming, “You ready?”

Well, everything except-

“G-Geto, how are we gonna make a movie with no camera-”

Shit, that was the last thing on Geto’s mind right now - just about the furthest thing, despite being the very epicenter of his entire career.

Everything he needed.

But no fucking camera.

Oh. 

“Shit.” he’s chuckling - somewhat gingerly, somewhat pussydrunkenly with just a glimpse of you splayed out like this on his plush bed. In another one of you gauzy lingerie sets, leaving barely anything for his overdriven imagination to obsess over. He’s scratching behind his neck, “We can st-”

“No-” And Geto looks just as shocked as you feel right now, skin heating up with embarrassment at your hasty answer. 

But oh, that only makes him take it in stride - makes him slide his hand underneath his velvety boxers to knead greedily at his thumping hot erection. Grinning, “The Screen Queen doesn’t want to be on screen? How shocking.”

But it wasn’t.

God, because he could already see that darkening splotch at your silk drenched panties. The way your lower lip wobbled with so much want - he’d already watched enough of your videos to recognize it by now. 

He’s nosing down your neck, drinking in each of your little shivers. “How do you want me?”

And all you can say is- “I just want you-”

Swat!

The rounded tips of Gojo’s fingers find themselves placing a pretty peck right on your pulsating clit, sending obscene shockwaves bowing your spine. Right into his arms, “You a-always say the sweetest things, honey.”

You hiss at the cool clash of his proud Prince Albert - and the way that one of Geto’s dangling silver necklaces knock into your chin softly. 

And he’s groaning, just throwing his head back at the flurry of stars bursting behind his eyes. Hands gripping onto the edges of his sheets, Geto slides his hips in a slow back and forth against your own. Sandwiching the circular girth of his cock between your sodden folds, they make such a pretty scene. 

“Tell me, pretty baby–” His fingers smear at the wet drizzles seeping from either side of your slit. “-do ya get this wet for the c-camera too or s’it jus’ for me?” But you’re only spewing out a few nods and syrupy yeses, gushing all around him that he can’t help but wonder what it would like bursting with him inside- 

He doesn’t have to bother waiting long.

Now, usually Geto liked to take his time - would prefer to see you crying and breaking while you beg for his cock more than anything else.

But shit, right now he thinks that a second longer he isn’t buried inside your cunt might make him die-

“C’mon c’mon c’mon-” he’s hissing at the elastic stretch of that first ring of muscle. Easing his way in to bulge your sloppy entrance all full with just the very ends of his bulbous tip. “Take it- please, please take it-”

Geto can’t keep the slight tremble out of his tone even if he wanted to - not with the way your gooey cunt was molding around his shape to suck up every inch of him. And god, was there so much of him. It’s like it was never-ending. 

“Shit-” your nails reel red, red marks down the milky plane of his deltoids. “I-I can feel you in my hngh- lungs, Geto-”

He chuckles - all the way into your lungs and he’s not even halfway in, yet? Hell, fuck halfway in, he’d just managed to smear past your swollen pussy lips to rut his fat head inside. Hissing at the clench of your walls around his sensitive slit. 

“Suguru-” he gasps, eyes still wrenched down on the way your cunt was greedily gobbling him up. “P-please if you can call that hah- fuckass ‘Satoru’, then call me Suguru, please-”

It’s all that has to come out of your mouth - a sweet, syrupy “Sugu-”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

You feel yourself gulping down every one of his solid inches, a sheer circumference that you never even thought possible- the friction between your gummy walls and his furiously jackhammering cock having you squeal-

Smack! 

Finally fully inside you, your pussy lips kiss his thickened hilt like long lost lovers, and his heavy balls shift against your ass.

“Don’t- don’t run-” Geto’s sputtering out a slightly broken plea, pure desperation wafting off of him like a heady perfume. It was contagious. And his rough fingers grip tightly around your waist, jousting up the dampening blankets all around your body when he pulls and pulls and pulls- “Fuck, where’d you think you’re going, huh, honey?”

His tone was just dripping with something dark, something you can only sputter and drool to match when every nook and spongy cranny inside is being filled up with Geto’s fat cock. 

And it twitches inside you happily - if heaven was real then it felt like this, Geto muses already thoroughly pussydrunk. 

“M’m-not running away-” you’re pouting a slick-glossed pout up at him. One that he can’t help but crane his neck down in an instant to kiss away. “You’re just s-so big- bigger than on camera-”

Fuck.

You would’ve shut your babbling mouth sooner if you’d known what would happen.

Because the rotund edges of Geto’s cockhead only swells up wider, squirting out even thicker wads of his steamingly hot precum with every mindless, saturated grind. Ones just to fit in- more and more, even after he’s finding himself kissing a wet glide down the ends of your cervix. Making sure to brand that edge of his piercing onto every gooey wall. 

“God- y’really know how to drive me c-crazy-” Geto’s dark hair curtains either side of your head, and you almost don’t notice the way he swipes up two hands underneath your thighs to press you into a mean mating press. Letting you latch on limply while he leaves to swat at one of your hands cupping your pussy, “N’ move that hand- fuck- m’gonna fuck that outta ya.”

And he does. 

The mattress creaks in loud protests when he’s pummeling you with stupidly rude clashes of his weepy tip onto the edges of your g-spot - already expertly mapped out by him now - he’s feeling the sloshy mixture recoil with each thrust. So much of it. “Such a pretty pussy- such p-pretty moans, makes me wanna keep it t’myself-”

God, he’s wanted you for what seems like forever - and he was going to take it.

Panting hotly against your mouth, heavals. Drunk on your messy kisses and the way your pussy lips were bulging with the struggle to take him - but still milking him so needily. “Tie up my h-hair, honey, wanna see that pretty face of yours proper.”

All you can do is blink back the wall of tears that’d made its home in your eyes, trembly fingers taking ahold of Geto’s thin, black hair tie. 

But you didn’t expect it to be so difficult. 

Because any moment you were even slightly close to bunching up enough of his locks, he’s planting a thorough trail of kisses down your cervix. Before ending with the very showstopper - at your g-spot.

And one look up into Geto’s half-lidded eyes told you one thing…he was doing this on purpose. 

Your legs knock-knee in an almost engulfing way around his heavily swallowing throat, muttering out in a tone that you probably thought was threatening - but that Geto found so cute. “I’m onto you, sir-”

Fuck.

Fuck, maybe you were threatening.

He didn’t expect that evil little nickname to slip past your lips - and you didn’t expect Geto to swipe up a devious thumb up your clit in retaliation. Pretty, puckering lips trailing up the valley of your breasts, “I have no idea what you oh- mean, Screen Queen.”

And despite how you were huffing and puffing, your pussy was so clingy all around him. Hips bumping up in slight bucks fully off of the bed in a pathetic attempt to match Geto’s sloppy cadence. 

Completely starstruck at the sheer pressurized thrusts you were being ruthlessly dealt with - and you half-lucidly swear you could count stars over your head.

“Do it-” His lips kiss down your winking eyes, ringed fingers cold against your own now. “-do it, honey- you can do it. Might be the Screen Queen but you’re my slut, arentcha?”

God, it’s like his words were hypnotic - maybe they were.

And you dredge up every single bit of will in your trembly body to push past the way that he was absolutely ravaging you inside. 

Pound after pound of his swollen cock, the chilling cold metal of his dick piercing helping you discover forbidden sweet spots inside you that you didn’t even realize existed. 

So merciless that he’s slipping out a few inches by accident- only to let out a shuddering gasp, eyes shooting almost-comically wide open before sheathing his way in again. Even deeper - you’re being crushed with the weight of one of his knees pressing down on your body.

Over and over-

“Wanna- hah- wanna cum so badly-” your words prattle out delicately. Fingers searing across his scalp, and the way that you tug makes him hiss. It makes him rut, it makes him slam his hips down bruisingly. “Please-”

He leaves a slurping wet kiss on your neck - and another with his fingers onto the hood of your clit. Rolling over with the angled curve of his thumb. Obviously, having you drop a few tresses of his hair- “Heh, maybe t-tie my hair properly n’ I’ll let ya cum- you know s’a staple of my hngh- videos.”

So infuriating, it makes you clench.

That sleazy grin plastered across Geto’s face was unfairly sexy, and so was the way his body was wracking with sudden shivers. Boasting down every curve and muscle, forcing him to fall onto his elbows-

“Hngh- n’ you call me the rookie-” Your smug grin curves upwards at the way that Geto was so tangibly pussydrunk, the way his hips squelch sloppier into your own. The dripping wet noises so obscene that you could feel your cunt drenching even further with each emanating one.

“God, you’re in for it-” he’s spitting out a few slews of swears against your dangling open mouth. Pinching meanly at your clit. “You’re in- hah- you’re sooo in for it-”

But then Geto sees white - and so do you.

Whether from the crashing pleasure of your orgasm, or the way that he was suddenly pumping out thick ribbons of cum into your snugly filled cunt, you have no idea.  And you don’t even have the rational brain capacity to even wonder right now. 

Because Geto was fucking you through your high like he hated you, rutting up like an animal. And you were sure that if his canines were just a tinge sharper, they’d be drawing blood with how hard he was sinking them into the crook of your neck. 

Only deeper, more feral, with every pump of his spazzing cock - gushing out in boatloads of syrupy cum. It thwacks! against the utterly bruised and battered wet surface of your cervix, before dripping down, down, down to your g-spot.

And there’s so much. 

Such velvety volumes that ooze down in creamy dredges from the very purse of your pussy lips to form a milky ring around his ruddied base. It inflates your constricting walls from the inside - and yet, still not enough.

He presses one hand down to feel for that bump where you’d been filled to the brim. Sure to add more - to paint your dripping insides white until he was shooting blanks the same way he’d done to simply the thought of you. The idea makes him moan-

No, it makes him whimper.

“Still haven’t hngh f-finished tying my hair, honey.” Geto’s mouth leaves possessive marks down your neck. And his sensitive hips dart with a simple, sullying gyration, smiling, “Either you hngh finally do it properly like a good girl th-this time n’ we make a movie or- we go see one. This weekend. You and me. Your choice, Screen Queen.”

A/N. This got LONG but OHH PIERCED GETO MY BELOVED.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[classyrbf]

nerd!gojo who can’t get you out of his head. Not a minute passes by where he isn’t thinking of you. So imagine breaking his little heart when he spots you swapping spit with some popular frat boy. He can’t help but feel jealous, even sad. It’s just a stupid crush, it’ll go away. Right? Wrong. Because the deal you two struck forces gojo to see you every few days for a tutoring session, where you hand over your chem work to him and he does it without hesitation like your little dog, only for you to jerk his cock and make him cum in return. Poor baby can’t help but imagine you doing the same to that jock. And he can’t help but grow curious the next time he sees you.

“Hey, um,” Gojo looks up from his desk, “who was that guy you were with earlier in the halls?” He blinked, watching at the way you typed away on your phone, your acrylics clacking against the screen, obnoxiously chewing on your gum with glossed lips.

“Hm?” You furrow your brows. “Oh! You mean that stupid jock frat boy Toji?” You sit up. “Don’t worry about him.”

“Is he…your boyfriend? I saw you two kissing…it’d be kinda weird if he was your boyfriend…you know—because—”

“Such a perv! Are you spying on me now?!” You scoff.

“No! No! I wasn’t! I’m not!” Gojo furiously shook his head. “I was…curious.” You carefully walk over towards Gojo, a soft smirk on your pretty face while you blew your gum into the shape of a bubble. “Sorry,” he muttered, feeling embarrassed, stupid for even asking.

“Are you mad? Mad that I was kissing someone else?” You giggle. “I only use that idiot to get into all the school parties.” He slowly turned his head to look at you.

“But do you—”

“Do I what? Jerk him off like I do with you?” You almost laugh at the idea. No way in hell. “I’ve only sent the desperate loser nudes to get off to. But you’re special, Toru.” You push his chair slightly away from his desk that way you could straddle yourself on top of him. “You’re so much more smarter than him. So much more handsome. And you do everything I say just like the good boy you are.” Your tone is soft and sultry, just enough for Gojo to melt right into your hands. He could feel the heat creep up to his cheeks, face flushed red and throat dry as you rock your hips against his slightly. “I get it now. You were jealous, huh?” You coo. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

Gojo opens his mouth, breathing shakily, hesitating to answer. “Y-yes,” he quietly says, nodding.

A smile creeps up on your face as you get an idea. “Toru, have you ever ate pussy before?” His eyes immediately go wide, breaking eye contact with you as he looks anywhere around his dorm. “I’ll take that as a no,” you giggle. “How about we change up your reward today, hm? You get to eat me out, yeah?” Gojo sheepishly nods, shaky hands pushing his glasses back up his nose.

Minutes later, he has you sprawled out on his bed, his pretty face buried deep in your cunt as he messily eats you out, sucking, licking, slurping all over your clit and folds. His teary eyes stare up at you, addicted to the way you smile down at him and run your fingers through his soft, pillowy white hair, holding his head down. “A little more up—ah, yes, yes, right there—mmmm.” You bite down on your bottom lip, surprised at how much of a fast learner he is. In all reality, you shouldn’t be. He’s a nerd. “You like the way my pussy tastes, don’t you?” You moan softly.

Gojo nods without hesitation, his hands holding your thighs apart as he runs his tongue up and down slit before circling it over your sensitive clit. He can your juices running down his and chin and god, he’s intoxicated by your taste. Everything about you just has him wanting more and more. “You look so cute looking up at me over your glasses,” you sweetly say. “Makes me even more wet.” Gojo is trying his hardest to cum in his pants right now, but you make it so damn hard.

He lifts his head to catch air, licking your juices off of his lips. “Am I doing a good job?” He asks, bashfully.

“Mhm, it’s like you’re a natural.” You cup his face, running your thumb over his cheek. Either he’s a natural or maybe he’s just so desperate to eat your pussy that he’s doing a surprisingly good job. Whichever it was, Gojo didn’t care enough to dwell on it especially when you’re pushing his head back down. Your phone began to ring, you picked up within a few seconds. “Heyyy.” You smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes—mmph! What? No, I didn’t moan you pervert! Ugh, fuck you Toji, I just need to finish my tutoring session remember?” You roll your eyes.

Gojo could feel the jealously in his chest stir again. How could you make him feel so special and so casted out at the same time. But it only fueled the want to make you cum harder. He could see you were struggling to breathe normally, trying to hold your moans in. “See you in a few. Bye!” You quickly hung up, tossing your phone aside. “Fuck! What’s gotten into—oh, fuck! Ah, mmph! Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna cum!” You grip onto his hair, rocking your hips against his face as you came undone, lewd moans and gasps filling the room.

Gojo sat up, staring at you, his glasses slightly fogged. “Did it feel good?”

“First time eating pussy and you already made me cum? I’m shocked, honestly,” You say, slipping on your panties and pulling down your skirt. “Thanks for the orgasm, sweets, but I really gotta go. Mwah!” You blew a kiss at him, snatching your phone off of his bed.

“Going to see Toji?” He couldn’t help himself.

“Ugh, Gojo stop getting all possessive and jealous. We’re not a thing. See you in a few days for the next assignment.” You rolled your eyes, tapping away on your phone.

"Oh...okay, sorry—" you walked out his dorm room, slamming the door. And once again, he was left there completely entangled with his thoughts and feelings. None of them good.