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Bill was still smiling softly at that. He had remembered that day well, even if Cassandra had eventually passed out from the mesmerism he had forced onto her. Luckily, he was able to pretend it was just her being tired from 'Santa Claus' Magic' (as he told Russell) making her happy.
The memory slowly faded out into something else. He almost wanted to tell it to stay, so he could remain in that moment a little while longer. Older again. Not much younger than he was now. There she was, shouting behind him as he walked out of the front door. She was close behind.
You selfish piece of shit! After everything I've done for you, you're just going to leave your poor old mother behind?! How fucking dare you?! None of your brothers would have done this to me. Why, out of all of my children, did you have the one to live?! Why can't you ever think of anyone other than yourself?!
"I'm, I'm sorry, mom..." Russell no longer sounded upset or afraid as he said those words. He just sounded resigned, like he was tired of life itself. He attempted to soften the blow, "It's, it's not you, I, I just wanna see, see other places..."
Oh you'll see plenty of other places if you even fucking live. I hope you die out there and the last place you see are those fucking trenches! Because no one else is going to want you! Nowhere else is home! Home is here, with me. Everywhere you go, everyone is going to hate you eventually and then you'll come back, to me, where you belong!
"She said home was with her, but no, it , it never, it never was. I don't, I don't belong anywhere, not, not even with her. M-maybe I, I was being selfish... but, I, I just didn't want to come back to, to more of how she, she treats me. I'm, I'm a coward I know, but it, it wears you down..."
Bill had been sitting outside, whittling as Cassandra slammed the door behind Russell, still ranting and raving even as she walked away. At least by this point, he was too big for her to drag him outside by his ears anymore.
"I did tell him she wouldn't be happy," Bill said to Jonathan, "She can't manipulate or hurt him if he isn't there after all. Of course, I didn't like the idea of him leaving for good, but it's his choice to make."
I said she wouldn't be happy, boy...
"I told her if, if I survived the war, I, I wasn't planning to, to come back home to her... I, I honestly thought she, she might have been happy to, to be rid of me, Bill," Russell said, "I know you, you don't, you don't want me to go either."
It's not that I don't want you to, lad. I'm just going to miss you. Besides, it's your choice, I can't force you to stay.
"I, I mean, you, you could if, if you really wanted, but then there would be, be the risk of, of messing my, my brain up," Russell continued.
And even if there wasn't the risk, I wouldn't force you into that. It's why I've never tried to make you think better of yourself. You've got to do that on your own, without anyone having to scramble your brain and force you.
"I'll, I'll still come, come back and see you, and, and write to you, you know, if I survive..." Russell said, before he then seemed to remember that this was just a memory. A shadow of what things gone by, "I, I had been told to, to join the forces on, on the front... and, and I just accepted with-without question, I, I was going to head out in, in a few days...."
"He wanted to get away from her," Bill said, "He essentially signed a death warrant because he wanted to get away from her. I should have killed her from the start, but no, I thought he already didn't have one parent, I probably shouldn't take away the other one. God damn it..."
"I... I think I... I need a, a break... I'm, I'm sorry..." Russell said then, "I, I know we've, we've not, not seen much but... I'm, I'm sorry..."
Pathetic. That's how it felt. Like he was giving up before they had even really gotten started. But it was feeling like it was running over a bit much, like a pot that couldn't hold enough of the water being poured in. Seeing these images that were so foreign and yet so familiar.
{Jonathan felt his heart warm up at as he listened to both men speak - the fondness of the memory was clear as day, for a moment he could feel the earlier somber mood lift. A part of him was grateful that Dr.Swansea went for a more lighthearted line of questioning, hopefully this would prove useful to restoring Russellâs memories.}
{Dr.Swansea looked pleased to hear the reply he received from the young man, pausing to think yet again as to what else he could inquire on - he eventually spoke.} âCould you tell me something about yourself that you shared with someone close and they didnât take the news well?â {He asked, wondering what kind of reply heâd get from this line of questioning.}
{Jonathan couldnât help but quirk up a brow at the question, he found it⌠oddly specific? But he trusted his judgement, perhaps it had merit to it as specific questions require specific answers and those answers could just be what Russell needs to remember who he is.}
#vampyrs-and-witchers#No need to apologise at all#I'm glad you're feeling better#Frisky Barkeep | Bill#Flightless Moth | Russell#Bound Blood | Vampyr Verse
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ok iâm sorry i contemplated not posting this because itâs almost meanspo so just donât read it if ur triggered. itâs also just bad advice, donât starve yourself and donât be an (vodka) alcoholic.please recover love you i guess
first off i wanna preface this by saying FUCK YOUUUUU. if ur a little fat baby piggy no friends bitch i donât want ur advice or opinions on my alcohol consumption while i fastđđ!!! iâve lost like 40lbs since iâve started being an alcoholic and itâs had absolutely no impact on my weight, cuz just to irritate for the 100th time on this account: I NEVER EAT HOE! anwyays sorry maybe iâm just too drunk but that really pissed me the fuck off. like GOD OKAY RUIN THAT FOR ME TOO. like ok i never get any calories in except for alc but sure fuck it yk, because YOU said that alc has calories(you donât think i know that bro?) iâm just gonna suddenly stop being an alcoholic. and now i just feel like shit because i consume calories from alc and someone thinks thats a âjudgeyâ thing to say to me. now i feel fat so thank you. like if i could stop drinking that easily i WOULD and if i could start eating without gaining weight every time i do I WOULD. ur so dumb. ugh. i hate myself iâm sorry iâm so mean i love you people and i hope ur healthy and happy. i just need to put my anger out on someone lol. BUT also genuinely liek you guys do piss me off tho cuz you think itâs some crazy impressive thing to not eat for a week or eat like a grape a dayâŚlike guys⌠it gets worse and you will see and youâre gonna hate ur life. if ur ed is at that point PLEASE RECOVER AND RECONSIDER IT GWTS SO MUCH WORSE UGH. AND NO ONES GONNA LISTEN BECAUSE I DIDNT EITHER. i want to save you guys so bad. like i hate that people still get to romanticize it without all the pain and suffering every single waking moment of the day. also iâm officially underweight so someone send me a 0 calorie cake in the mailđđ
anyways this is somehow too related and will sound so fake but i swear on my whole life and my mamas and my brothers and my papas this is a TRUE STORY!!! i saw an old friend today and the first thing they said was âoh my god you lost so much weightâ âlike ur arms, face, whole body damnâ BASICALLY LIKE THAT OBVIOUSLY I DONT REMEMBER WORD FOR WORD. but bro i have never felt so fucking seen in my life. like finally someone besides my family or best friend noticed my weight loss damn. AND SHE ASKED IF SHE SHOULD BE WORRIED FUCKKKKK. like no you shouldnât cuz iâm never gonna get better but like fuck thank you bro. no one comments on peopleâs weight anymore and it pisses me offfff like i know itâs rude but i needed that comment to make me wanna keep starving!
am i a piece of shit? like genuinely did the eating disorder make me a horrible evil miserable person? i have this thought that even if somehow i recover physically(i pray to god i never get fat[by my standards] again ) that iâll never recover mentally. iâll always have this fucked up judgement of right and wrong that revolves around the stupid idea of being thinner. does it even matter? no. no it doesnât. but itâs my whole world. my whole world is how skinny i am and itâs so tiring. the highlight of my day was being called worryingly skinny by an old friend who doesnât care if i live or die. the second highlight of my day was the fact that i got 28k steps and burning 800 calories at the gym and bought another bottle. iâm tired of being a bad person. im tired of being annoying and stupid and dumb. such a fuckup. iâm sorry if iâm a bad person and you had to read this and feel like shit because you had to sit through reading my awful terrible judgment and thoughts.
LAST POINT:
tomorrow i have to eat my first meal in months(for real this time) and i am so scared and upset. itâs like a piece of myself dies everytime i eat. without starvation i am nothing. i am a shell of a person and when i eat i just become a shell that feels fat. iâm gonna take laxatives obviously and do some workouts but itâs never enough. iâm gonna make sure the meal that iâm forced to eat is as low calorie as possible because iâll be drinking alcohol too and APPARENTLY i should just kill myself because itâs a crime to still be an alcoholic when youâre starving yourself.
also alcohol most likely wonât make you gain weight unless itâs beer or seltzers and it especially wonât if ur always drinking on an empty stomach. vodka on an empty(for months) stomach plus working out excessively wonât make yoh gain weight. shut up shut up shut up shut THE FUCK up you bitches piss me off.
FUCK YOU.
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One Piece Modern Gym AU Wip (Part 23)
Sanji thought he was going to die on that motorbike. He knew Zoro wouldnât and couldnât slow down. But it was frightening nonetheless!
âNext, turn right!â He yelled against the wind and hoped Zoro would understand him.
He actually turned rightâŚand ignored a red light, which led to multiple cars honking at them. Sanji pressed his head against Zoroâs back and closed his eyes. They needed to be faster, he knew that, but he wanted to jump off and never get on a bike again.
âCurly? Which way?!â
Sanji lifted his head at the question and looked over Zoroâs shoulder. They were standing on a crossway.
âStraight ahead and then left. We should see the house by then,â Sanji yelled again and grabbed Zoro tighter as he started to speed down the street again.
âThere! It should be the fourth house!â Sanji managed to point in front of them to a grey skyscraper.
Zoro made the best use of the breaks and came to a rumbling hold in front of the house. He kicked the stand down and got off of the bike.
âIâm here, which floor?â He asked over his headphone.
âRight, sixth floor, room 47. Stay were you are! Donât panic!â
And with that he ran up the stairs and into the building. Sanji hadnât even time to catch his breath. His legs were wobbly and his whole body shook all over. But he wanted and maybe needed to help Zoro. So he got off the bike, hung the helmet on the handlebars, and followed him as fast as possible.
They met by the stairs - Zoro actually took the time to wait for him.
âSorry, Curly, for driving like a mad man. I usually don't do that. You okay?â Zoro asked while taking two steps at the same time.
Sanji saw how much Zoro was thorn between waiting for him and running off. That dumbass would really go slow just because he had shaky legs.
âItâs fine. I understand. Go, you don't have to wait for me. I heard the floor and apartment.â
âThanks!â And off he was.
Zoro made a mental note to make it up to Sanji for bothering him so much. But now he needed to be quick. Perona sounded so fucking scared and he didn't know her like that. Traveling the world, she knew how to stand up for herself. Being trained by their stepdad also helped a lot - even if the training wasn't as hard as his own. So the guy he mentioned must be a lot more difficult than the usual asshole she encountered sometimes.
He opened the door to the fourth floor and walked past the apartments counting in his head.
â43, 44, 45, 46, ...â
At 47 he stopped and started banging against the door. He could hear a man scream from inside and Perona cursing in all colors.
Another hard bang at the door, inside it sounded like another door was busted open, Perona screamed and Zoro saw red. He eyed the door handle, took a step back and thundered his foot a few inches away from the lock against the wood. The door thundered against the wall as it flew open - behind it a short hallway. At the end he could see another open door. From the room behind he heard the screams and curses.
It took the blink of an eye for Zoro to cross the distance. A quick look and he accessed the situation - at least as much as his worried mind would let him. Perona was lying on the bathroom floor, a man kneeling above her, fist raised to punch her.
âYou little shit!â
Zoro grabbed the guy by his neck and pulled him up like he weighted nothing. He pressed him against the wall with all his body weight. The man didn't even know what was happening. He tried to free himself as Zoro twisted his arm behind his back and pressed his own forearm against his neck - effectively preventing that asshole from moving in any kind of way.
âLet go, bastard!â The man growled.
âZoro! Thank godâŚâ Perona squealed and crawled backward, away from both of them.
âOutâŚâ Zoro barked in her direction.
âIâŚâ
âNow!â
âZoro?â That was Sanji.
âOver here.â
Sanji appeared in the door and looked at the scene in front of him. His eyes threw daggers toward the man struggling in Zoroâs hold. Then he saw Perona and his face softened.
âSanji, can you take my sister outside, please?â Zoro growled with barely contained anger.
âSure,â he held a hand out for Perona.
She let him pull her up and walk outside the apartment - she just went with him because Zoro asked him to take her outside. Otherwise she wouldn't really trust him right now.
Zoro waited until they left the apartment and then kicked the bathroom door shut. He guy in his grip started to struggle again.
âNow, what did you want to do to my sister? Hm?â His voice a low grumble in his throat.
âThat little bitchâŚâ
Zoro raised his arm until he knew the guy would feel like his shoulder would pop out of its joint. He could hear him whine and whimper and felt the struggle die down.
âTry again.â Zoroâs voice got dangerously quiet.
âI let her crash here for free and then she wasn't even willing to give me a blowâŚâ
Sanji had brought Zoroâs sister outside and made sure she was okay - a little shaky, but okay. He went back inside just to see the man, Zoro had previously held against the wall, flying (through a broken door) out of he bathroom into the hallway. His nose was bleeding, his lip seemingly split and he had a nasty looking laceration on his forehead. Zoro was standing over him in no time, just to pull him up and throwing him against the next wall. He held him there, whispering something into his ear which made the man tremble like a leave in the wind. Zoroâs whole face was a dangerous mask of anger.
âDo you understand?â Zoro barked, a hand on the manâs throat.
âYâŚyesâŚyesâŚsâŚsorryâŚIâŚâ
Zoro let go of him and took a step backward. He watched as the man slid down to the ground. He looked up with fear in his eyes.
âI hope for you, that youâve understand what will happen if to you if you ever touch my sister or any girl - scratch that - if you touch anyone like that again.â
The man nodded and Zoro turned around, just to see Sanji standing in the entrance. A shocked look on his face. He forced himself to ignore it, but his mind was eased when Sanji smiled at him as they walked outside.
Perona was sitting on the floor beside the broken down door and had her legs pulled up against her chest. Zoro kneeled down in front of her.
âHow often do I have to tell you to crash at my place when youâre in town?!â Zoro barked, but his careful hands on her face betrayed the harsh tone of his voice.
âYou had a dateâŚI didn't want to be a burden or interrupt something. IâŚHe was niceâŚâ
âUntil he wasn't anymore.â Zoro gave her a quick but careful look over.
âIâm sorryâŚâ
He shook his head and turned around.
âCome onâŚâ
The unvoiced offer hanging in the air for a moment.
âIâm not a kid anymore, Zoro,â Perona said, but grinned.
âAnd I don't offer piggyback rides every day. Get on.â
Perona followed his offer, pressing her head against Zoroâs neck after she was safely seated on his back. Sanji could see how her lip was shaking and how she pinched her eyes shut, like she wanted to stop herself from crying.
âLetâs go,â Zoro had one arm under Perona so she could sit on it - with the other he grabbed Sanjiâs hand and pulled him along as he walked to the stairs.
âIs the police getting involved?â Perona asked quitely.
âDo you want them to?â Zoro threw a look over his shoulder.
âNoâŚâ
âThen no.â
âBut heâŚâ
Zoro barked a dark laugh.
âHe wonât do anything.â
âOkay.â
Sanji listened the whole conversation with a strange feeling. It was like he shouldn't be there - like he shouldn't listen to them.
âSoâŚyou are Sanji, right?â Zoroâs sister asked as she turned her head toward him.
âYes. IâŚâ
âZoro couldn't shut up about you,â she started to kind of whisper but just quiet enough, that Zoro could also hear what she said. âHeâs down bad for you.â
Sanji opened his mouth, but Zoro was faster.
âPerona!â
âIâm just sayingâŚalso he doesn't look stupid. Bet he already knew.â
âI hoped soâŚbut I wasn't sure,â Sanji smiled down at his and Zoroâs hands.
They fell silent for a moment, then Petronaâs stomach started to grumble. Zoro came to a hold immediately.
âWhen was the last time you ate?â
She didn't even answer right away. Zoroâs grip on Sanjiâs hand tightened as he started to walk again. Sanji was a bit confused, but didn't say anything. When the silence stretched, Perona couldn't take it anymore.
âIâŚYesterday morningâŚâ
âWe gonna eat something, right now.â
âButâŚâ
âRight now, Perona.â Zoro didn't need to make clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer, his voice did the job quite well.
She sight and nodded, letting her head sink to his shoulder.
âI know a place, just around the corner. We can go there.â
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#one piece#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#zosan#one piece sanji#one piece zoro#one piece zosan#zosan fanfic#one piece fanfic#one piece modern gym au#wip#one piece wip#zosan wip#perona#Zoro and Perona are siblings#zoro would care so much about her - try to change my mind#you can't!
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SCOUTâS HONOR.
word count: 2,292
pairing: rick grimes x negan smith
summary: the one where rick shows off a skill he learnt in the boy scouts, to neganâs amusement.
warnings: 18+, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, oral sex (m receiving), creampie.
a/n: finally uploading my first ao3 work onto tumblr ^_^ this takes place around season 8/9 but i physically cant put a photo of s9 rick without laughing⌠love him but not his best look i fear
ill most likely use tumblr mainly for casual blurbs or short ideas not long enough for fics, but i wanted to upload this to get the ball rolling. hope you enjoy!
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Time blurred in the cell. Minutes bled into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Negan Smith, the once-feared leader of the Saviors, had been stripped of his grandeur piece by piece. Life in the Sanctuary had kept him on his feetâalways something to fix, someone to intimidate, something that demanded his attention. But prison was a complete 180, he was bored out of his goddamn mind. And just when he thought heâd go crazy, like some twisted prayer had been answered, the cell door swung open.
The sheriff strode down the steps, hips swaying with a deliberate, steady rhythm that had Neganâs ears perking up at the echoed sound of booted footsteps filling the prison cell walls. Rickâs expression was closed off, unreadable as he came to a halt just beyond the bars.
âWell, well,â Negan grinned, âLooks like Christmas came early. Missed me that much, Rick?â
Rickâs deadpan expression didnât waver. âYou canât taunt me anymore, Negan. Youâll be stuck in that cell for the rest of your life. Your days are over.â
âSo, you came here to taunt me, huh?â Negan drawled, slumped against the wall with one hand clutching his chest in mock agony. âWanted to gloat a little, feel better about yourself? And here I was thinkinâ you actually missed me, prick. Iâm hurt.â
Rick sighed, the irritation building with every one of Neganâs quips. âI came because I need you. We need directions to a Savior outpost up north.â
Neganâs face lit up as he pushed himself to his feet. Though the height difference between him and Rick was barely noticeable, the space between them always felt charged, like Negan was somehow towering over him. He stepped forward, pressing himself against the steel bars, closing as much distance as the barrier would allow as he slung his arms across the bars, hand inches away from Rickâs face.
âI can finally die a happy man now, hearinâ the great Rick Grimes sayinâ those words.â Negan mimicked Rickâs drawl, his voice dropping low. âI need you.â His tone was husky, his mocking imitation sending an involuntary shiver down Rickâs spine.
Rick had managed to grow somewhat used to Neganâs childish nature, the relentless teasing never seeming to die down. Even when the older was confined in prison. It was impressive, really. Ignoring the taunt, Rick grabbed his keys, stepping inside the cell as the door creaked open. Neganâs expression turned gleeful, an amused glint in his eye.
âFinally givinâ in, huh? Knew this day would coââ
Neganâs words came to a sudden halt as Rick grabbed him by the collar, slamming him back against the cold concrete wall, pinning him there with the weight of his body. âYouâre coming with us,â Rick growled, his voice low as he leaned close, the words brushing against Neganâs ear. âAnd youâll lead us to that outpost.â
Neganâs eyes flicked back, catching Rickâs intense gaze as he felt a rope loop around his wrists, binding his hands securely. A smirk played on Neganâs lips as he recognized the knot. âReal kinky, Ricky. A bowline knot, huh? Takes me back. They taught me that shit in Boy Scouts, you know.â
Even restrained, Neganâs mouth kept running, his taunts flowing without fail. Rick couldnât resist a jab back. âI find it hard to imagine you as a Boy Scout,â he remarked, adjusting the knot and squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dim cell. âOh, I was,â Negan huffed, grinning as he felt the pull of the rope. âBet you were a real cute Boy Scout yourself, huh? Goody two-shoes Grimes.â
Rick felt a dry chuckle slip out before he could stop it, hoping Negan hadnât noticed. But by the way Neganâs grin widened, he knew he had. But Negan only smirked, letting his eyes roam up and down Rickâs body, defiance in his eyes.
âRicky,â he practically purred, âyou can keep playing leader all you want. But, if only your people knew. If they saw you the way I see you...â
Rickâs brow quirked despite himself, curiosity flaring before he could tamp it down. He hated it, hated the intrigue that pricked at the back of his mind, that questioning look now painted across his face. Rick didnât need to ask however, as Negan finished his train of thought.
âLike a whore ,â Negan breathed.
Rickâs mouth went dry, his pulse thundering in his chest. His mind flashed back to every brutal fight theyâd had, all the times theyâd wrestled each other to the groundâRick on top, fists swinging as Negan laughed beneath him, their faces inches apart. Heâd blamed the feeling that twisted in his stomach on adrenaline, on the thrill of the fight. But now, standing here, that mask of denial crumbled. He saw it for what it truly was. Lust .
Neganâs gaze locked onto him, a knowing glint in his eyes. Hands restrained with the bowline-knot, yet he still manages to have the upper hand. He couldnât help the arrogant smirk that crept onto his expression. âJust give in, prick. You want it just as bad as I do. Maybe even more.â
Negan pressed in, closing the scant space left between them, eyes trailing over Rick with a predatory gleam. He leaned down, pressing his nose to Rickâs neck. The sheriffâs breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as he felt Neganâs warm breath grazing his skin. Slowly, Negan began tracing kisses down Rickâs neck, letting his lips press against the sheriffâs skin. Rickâs hand moved up almost involuntarily, fingers tangling into Neganâs hair, once pure jet black now streaked with strands of gray.
Despite his cocky front, Negan couldnât hide the desperation that lingered underneath. Cooped up in his cell, starved for touch, every brush of Rickâs fingers sent sparks across his skin. Heâd wanted Rick since the moment heâd seen him at the lineup; now, finally, he had him, and it felt like ecstasy.
The air around them was charged, heavy with something undeniable. Even without his signature leather jacket, replaced now by a worn, navy-blue button-up, Negan still carried that distinct scent. Woodsy, with a hint of leatherâ that intoxicating scent that quickly filled Rickâs senses, overriding everything else. Rick let out a shaky breath as Neganâs tongue traced his neck, letting himself sink into that heady scent.
âNegan, please⌠need you,â Rick stammered, voice low and breathless. Neganâs hungry gaze locked onto him, something dark and primal flaring in his eyes. âYeah, baby? Go on, then. You can have me.â That was all Rick needed to hear. He tightened his grip on Neganâs hair, pulling him in for a kiss that was deeper, more intense than any heâd shared before. It wasnât like any kiss heâd ever hadânot with Lori, not with anyone. This was something else. Something that changed him in a way he could never come back from
Caught in their haze, Rick managed to push Negan back onto the cot, the saviorâs hands still bound behind him. Negan raised an eyebrow, biting back a wolfish smirk as Rick knelt down, fumbling with his belt.
âLook at you, Rick. So damn eager .â Neganâs voice was thick with amusement.
âWill you ever shut up?â Rick shot back, cheeks flushed, realizing he was on his knees between his rivalâs legsâNegan Smith, the man heâd fought so hard against, and the man heâd come to feel so much for. His hands moved down, pulling Neganâs boxers down and wrapping his hands around Neganâs cock. Rick pumped his hand a few times before lowering his mouth. The brunette quickly realized that that was easier said than done, as he couldnât help but gag loudly, tightly gripping Neganâs thighs as a low groan escaped the man above him. He was fucking big .
âJust like that⌠Always such a good boy for meâŚâ Negan moaned, chest rising and falling as Rick struggled to take it all in. Rick, always a fast learner, began bobbing his head. The obscene sounds bouncing off the walls of the cell.
âGoddamn, Rick⌠suckinâ my dick like itâs what you were made to do. So good for me, huh, baby?â
Rickâs tear-filled eyes looked up at Negan, lips swollen and eyes glistening. Negan swore he couldâve cum from that sight alone. Rick, gazing up at him with that heartbreakingly sad expression, his brows knit as tears threatened to fall, brunette curls bouncing with each movement.
âKeep goinâ, just like that, Mâgonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yoursâŚâ Negan moaned. But just as he felt himself teetering over the edge, Rick pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to Negan. Precum still glistened at the tip, and Neganâs face twisted with frustration.
âShit, this some kinda punishment? Payback for all the crap I put your group through?â Negan tilted his head, watching as Rick began unbuckling his own belt, pushing his slacks down just enough to give Negan access. âWant you inside of me,â Rick muttered, cheeks flushed as he settled on Neganâs lap, aligning himself
Neganâs smirk softened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. The sheriff, Rick Grimesâhis rival, and the man he wanted most, was now here, on his lap. Rick was an amateur, clearly, but that only made this more intimate. Negan felt a wave of pride knowing heâd be Rickâs firstâand last.
Rick took a breath, sliding down onto Neganâs cock, biting his lip at the stretch. The sting was sharp and Rickâs pace was slow, easing himself to adjust to the length of it all. Negan only watched, eyes hooded with lust.
â Ffffuck⌠so damn good, baby. Takinâ it like a pro,â Negan sighed, as Rickâs movements became smoother, pain slowly turning to pleasure.
âShit, hurts like hellâŚâ Rick groaned, his eyes squeezed shut.
Negan leaned forward, kissing Rickâs neck softly, cooing, âDoinâ so good, baby⌠takinâ my dick like a good boy.â
And with that, Rickâs pained groans shifted into desperate, needy moans. Wrapping his arms around Neganâs neck, he rode the older harder, both of their moans reverberating off of the cell walls. Without warning, Negan bucked his hips up, meeting Rickâs hips with his own as he bottomed out, pounding harder with each motion.
âAnd what would your little Alexandrians say, seeinâ their fearless leader like this, huh? Gettinâ fucked senseless like a bitch in heat?â Negan taunted, lips curled into a devilish grin. âKeep this up Ricky, and I might just knock you up.â
Rickâs eyes flew open, wide with arousal and disbelief, his cheeks red as he clawed at Neganâs chest, feeling himself reaching the edge. Heâd never felt so damn full in his life. The feeling of Negan pistoning in and out of him at a breakneck pace was driving Rick mad. âF-Fuck, Negan⌠I⌠wanna cum, pleaseâŚâ
Neganâs grin softened, his voice low and rough. âThatâs it, Rick⌠Youâre such a good boyâŚâ He pulled him in for a soft kiss, an action that wouldâve been deemed wholesome if not for the way Negan was fucking into him like a madman. âBeg me.â
Rick looked back at the taller man like heâd lost his damn mind, eyes wide. âWh-â
âI said, fucking beg me, or Iâll leave you here. On the floor all fucked out like a cheap whore for your people to find.â
âP-Please.. Please let me, Negan- Need to cum, need you-â Rick mewled, babbling on dumbly, feeling light-headed from the relentless pace Negan had set.
âCâmon, baby. Cum for me.â
That was all it took. Rickâs climax washed over him, his moans filling the cell. As waves of pleasure rode over him, Rick steadied himself as best he could, hands tightly grasped on Neganâs broad shoulders as he began riding Negan harder. Rick looked at him, eyes low-lidded, light-headed and dizzy from the pleasure. The sheriff managed to rasp out, voice hoarse from all the obscene noises that have been escaping past his parted lips.
âPlease, Negan.. inside, cum inside me. â
Just like that, Negan felt that familiar twist in his stomach as came inside of Rick, the hot liquid quickly filling the brunette up to the brim as tears threatened to fall from Rickâs eyes. Panting from the climax, Rick slumped against Neganâs chest, head resting on his shoulder as his breathing steadied. Neganâs hand rubbed circles on his back, soothing him. âDid so good, baby. Mâimpressed.â
âThe⌠the outpostâŚâ Rick mumbled, still dazed.
Then, realization dawned on him. Neganâs hand was on his back. And as he looked closer, he realizedâNeganâs hands were free. The rope, once bound tightly in a bowline knot, lay discarded on the cot. Stumbling back, Rickâs legs wobbled as he struggled to his feet, staring at Negan.
Negan gave a cheeky grin. âCareful there. Donât want you fallinâ over.â
âThe knot⌠Youââ Rick started, realization dawning.
Negan laughed. âKnots werenât your strong suit in Boy Scouts, huh? Not gettinâ any badges any time soon. Donât worry, nothinâ to be ashamed of.â
Rick glared, but he couldnât hide the dazed look in his eyes.
Negan smirked, standing up and placing a hand on Rickâs shoulder, holding his gaze. âIâll lead you to the outpost. On one conditionâyou let me out of here.â He extended his hand, and after a pause, Rick nodded, dumbfounded, too rattled to refuse.
Negan handed Rick the discarded rope, watching him with satisfaction as Rickâs mind raced. What would the Alexandrians think if they knew? What if someone had heard them? Panic flickered across his face. Luckily for Rick, Negan knows the younger man better than the back of his hand. Ripping from his thoughts, Negan leaned in, whispering into Rickâs ear.
âRelax, Rick. I wonât tattle. Scoutâs honor.â
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Former reality TV star donald trump (fucking finally) gets indicted, AND that fucking ghoul pat robertson finally dies?
HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!
#Rest in prison and in piss (dis)respectively#I thought that piece of shit would never die#good riddance
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#succession#tomgreg#OH MY GOD THE SCENE IS THIS CLOSE AFTER?!?? i thought i had some time !!! i jqqqqqqq#man. man. mn!!!!aman!!!!man!!!!!!!!!!!!!! man.#matt johnson you would love tomgreg#what the fuck is this scene though i want to die i PHYSICally want to di e Eeeeeeeeeee#he........i .........fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkmmmmmmmmmmmm#ok. okok. ok . novel tags ok i can think through my absolute fucking grief. ok so basically.#tom giving greg advice about prison. and then greg like basically begs to have tom take the rap for him. but not directly.#he can never say things directly. but tom translates. and it doesn't take him long to say fine. load me up. you piece of shit.#but he doesn't even mean the latter statement he's too sad. and he won't fight. the fight is all gone out of him.#so much for greg being expendable though huh?#look me in the eyes and tell me tom isn't in love with greg at least a little. yall telling me you'd take the rap for someone and go to jail#for them if you didn't love them? ok bestie you do you#i kind of like as well the comparison of the conversation between them and him and shiv like. it's very similar in that him and greg are#saying sentences that are parts of different conversations like him and shiv's convo ALTHOUGH it is still related bc it's to do with jail#she wouldn't even talk about that subject at all. and then it correlates to the whole. nero and sporus thing right. and the dressing up/ring#ALSO THE FACT HE DIDNT WANNA SLEEP WITH HER AND HES OUT LATE AT A DINER WITH GREG I GET IT G IS HIS MISTRESS#but anyway.#and the WAYYYYYYY greg's voice breaks and the way he looks at tom with pleading eyes and it looks like he's about to cry#that's what does it for tom i think. that's what breaks him. he can't bear the thought of greg suffering for months.#which makes me believe that that is why he was so sad earlier when greg was asking for advice. he doesn't like greg to suffer#by other hands of course. if it's by his hands that's another matter BUT THATS ANOTHER CAN OF WORMS#LIKE I KNOW ITS KIND OF AN ASSHOLE MOVE OF GREG BUT AT THE SAME TIME HES LIKE. idk early 20s. 26ish latest???#and i would be fucking terrified i'm 30 and i still don't know what the fuck is going on i don't know how i am still alive so i get it.#and if you have someone who has been taking care of you and has in the past flexed their power and money to give you food and parties#and move you up in a company and give you opportunities you most likely would never get. you kinda. latch. and fall into a pattern.#you assume he has a way out for you#has help. i mean greg probably assumed he wouldn't say yes in the first place so he kinda Has to be an asshole for any chance at all tbh.#he even said quid pro quo. but tom didn't even want anything in return. i mean idk what greg could even give him [lol] but still.
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yes. often. i think diggs Every day of My Life (/neg) (/unfortunate) (/nonpos)
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#I#....I WILL GET BACK TO THIS-#when i saw the first part i thought the second would be smthing funny and lighthearted or angsty đ#like yes i do think diggs prints and tapes a picture of josh allen to his scratching post and scratches it every day#or yes i do think diggs shake he him manic pixie dream girl ass#yes i do think diggs secretly hates himself wholly and thinks hes too damaged beyond repair completely#but is scared of admitting that overall fault out loud so he purposefully tries to heighten certain aspects negative#so others can look more tolerable in comparison while also noting how he Is a piece of shit#like every other person#but not a Total piece of shit#hes addicted to the feel of false hope but every time he gets close to achieving that adjective finally cut off the word#he sabotages it bcs hes afraid he'll grab it then never wanna let go until hes so high up he'll die from the fall#so he just clenches onto it like a clingy kid with a balloon until it loses helium and crumples miserably to the ground#but at least he doesnt have to be the one falling so far this time#i think diggs#i think diggs... often#i will answer this đ soon#(like what i have to do with a lot of asks đđ im sorry ive been busy making paper đ hustle đŻ đĽ)#(i wanna *ms)#i just wantdd to share this wonderful message with. the World#consider me gracious and amazing#much like the ask bcs WHEW#there is some THINGS to unpack here#thank u this is amazing. dissecting it into teeny tiny pieces then even teenier.. tinier pieces after that
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Why tf is tumblr showing me terf shit âbased on my likesâ no tf theyâre not dumbass bitch! [the rest of this transcript has been redacted so the tumblr ceo doesnât try and sue this user]
#nice blocklist in the notes on that one tho#strangest part was the terf screenshotting a twt from a racist clout chaser who tried to be a trans right wing mouth piece#but had to stop bc the chuds wouldnât stop misgendering her lmaoo#âI never thought the leopards would eat MY faceâ#dumb ass bitch#anyway#terfs eat shit and die#praying that user falls into a well and never comes out#transmisogyny
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Ya boi got a new medicine and a therapist.
#i had another psychiatrist appointment after a year! (i tend to neglect my mental health)#ive been dealing with a lot of paranoid thoughts and shit and so i told her#and she decided to put me on abilify#one of my friends takes abilify! we'll be abilify buddies#and ive realized that i need therapy#ive had a lot of shit happen to me in the last few years#and ive just been ignoring it instead of dealing with it#and now i cant ever sit alone with my thoughts because all of that shit comes to haunt me#i just dont know how to deal with it on my own#and for awhile i swore i would never go back to therapy. because my first therapist was a piece of shit#'just get used to the fact that your best friend might die so that it doesnt hurt so much if it happens' -about my suicidal best friend#'think about what your mom's going through' -about my transphobic mom who made me want to kill myself#but i realized that my life and mental state is only going to get worse if i dont deal with the shit ive got going on#and when i called to schedule. i just called for the first available therapist. and the guy said 'oh she'll be perfect for you'#and i trust this man that ive never met#i looked up the therapist. she seems lovely#she better be because i have like four appointments scheduled. the man on the phone did that so i wouldnt lose out on any appointments#he was very kind#im glad im gonna get some help. still scared. but looking forward to it
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tag dump.
#* Ë Âˇďž i love the sound of my own voice. âą banter.#* Ë Âˇďž never fear ; varric is here ! âą starters.#* Ë Âˇďž i have a good imagination. why would i waste it on that ? âą dash commentary.#* Ë Âˇďž i'm getting too old for this shit. âą prompts.#* Ë Âˇďž i thought you'd have noticed by now : I lie a lot. âą answered asks.#* Ë Âˇďž i'm too good looking to die this young. âą visage.#* Ë Âˇďž well ; shit âą crack.#* Ë Âˇďž why is it nobody ever seems happy to see us ? âą starter calls.#* Ë Âˇďž there's a story behind everything. âą musings.#* Ë Âˇďž you wanna piece of me ? âą promos.#* Ë Âˇďž nobody said this was going to be happy story. âą threads.#* Ë Âˇďž i'm going to need more aliases. âą self promos.
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i wonder if i should post my sus thoughts here as well. hidden away, where no one i know can see them... lol. maybe ill make an alt for that
#NOT sus#been thinking of xav again lately#he hasn't found this blog yet thankfully so i can say whatever i want#he keeps saying really weird shit to me#along with things a---s (censored so he doesnt find it LMAO) used to tell me#i really wish i could just fucking talk to xav but i cant. icant i cant i cant i cant i cant#hes so fucking disgusting kill him die DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE GET CANCER DIE DIE DIE#he pretended to be a---s in my inbox for fucking YEARS even when i already knew he was gone#as fucking horrible as xav is i can imagine that he will never get over this#i was listening to music the other day. songs that a---s liked#and im only really now realizing theyre all depressing as shit#i feel so stupid#all of our text messages are gone#it's like he never even fucking existed.#i deleted our messages along with every single piece of art we drew together a couple of days after he stopped replying#i couldnt take it#i still cant take it#the only thing i have left of him is memories#and songs that he loved#i dont know anymore#ive been so suicidal recently#sure it's all passive#that doesn't stop the thoughts though#i'm not going to do it willingly#obviously#but if something were to happen#i think i would relax#and let it happen
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I doubt this helps but I'm only attracted to short people :P Somewhere out there is the perfect match for you!
Thank you. Unfortunately until Iâm finally wanted by someone for once in my stupid existence it only feels like a delusional feverdream that someone might actually desire to be around me and value my spirit and flesh.
Iâm 25 and Iâve not even managed a first date or kiss. Everyone I get feelings for never feels back, and if anyone feels for me they sure arenât saying despite the fact I am shit at picking up on hints and make sure to drop that fact in conversations every once in a while (when appropriate. Dropping something like that unprompted is kinda odd)
Iâm useless and weird and unwanted and thatâs how itâs always been. All I can do is just stew in my self until I finally die and the moment I finally digest my destiny being eternal loneliness Iâm certain Iâll mcfucking lose it and start eating drywall
#anon#personal#I appreciate the thought but Iâve only ever heard words saying âmaybe somedayâ my whole life#until I actually experience being wanted I cannot even entertain the idea I might be worthy of knowing love and affection and intimacy and h#and just humanity#thatâs why Iâm just so angry nowadays#my whole life Iâve been treated like I donât matter and nothing I felt mattered#told I should be happy to be alone#that I was lucky nobody wanted me#that being with someone was awful by people always in relationships with everyone in the friend group except me#Iâm sorry#Iâm#HOW CAN I POSSIBLY EVER BE WANTED#EVEN THOSE WHO TELL ME SOMEONE MIGHT ONE DAY WANT ME NEVER WANTED ME#NOBODY FUCKING WANTS ME THATS JUST HOW IT IS#PEOPLE ALWAYS TELL ME IM SOME GOOD PERSON BUT THATS CLEARLY BULLSHIT#IF I WAS SO GOOD AND KIND AND CARING AND LOYAL THEN WHY AM I LESS APPEALING THAN SHIT#IM CLEARLY HUMAN SCUM IF NOT A SINGLE PERSON OUT OF 8 BILLION#NOT EVEN ONE IN EIGHT BILLION#BECAUSE IM A RETARDED PIECE OF SHIT INCEL LOSER WHO CANT EVEN LOSE WEIGHT WHEN STARVING ITSELF#IM JUST DEFECTIVE. I WISH I WAS ABORTED#IM A FAILURE WITH IRREPARABLE SCARS ON MY SOUL WHO THE FUCK WOULD EVER WANT ME#Iâm a curse#and I deserve to die in agony and misery
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ŕź*ÂˇË D!CK OFF LIMITS !?
bad â summary. why wonât he let you suck his dÄŤck?
warnings. explicit content. 18+. foul language. cunningulus. fÄŤngerÄŤng. premature ejacĹŤlatÄŤon. semi public sÄx. usage of toys. facials. mirror sÄx. dom/sub undertones. preestablished relationships. reader is a fiend for his dick. afab!reader. could be angsty at some point ? fwb to . . . lovers ? 7.4k words (kill me now).
rena's â note. this idea came to me while i was drunk.
you wonder if gojo thinks you have gingivitis.
that thought was unlikely, as he was always eager to shove his tongue down your mouth, tongues sloshing and secreting saliva as his hands roamed between your thighs, knuckles deep into your cunt.
then maybe he assumed you were a biterâ which would be highly hypocritical of him, as heâs known to get on his knees in the nearest bathroom stall and flip your skirt up, push your panties to the side and plunge his canines into the flesh of your ass before tongue fucking you.
well, maybe he simply didnât get off on pleasing youâ yeah you knew it wasnât that one, if the way he thrusted his bulge in the air whenever your thighs wrapped around his head for relief every time he ate you out said anything.
you simply didnât understandâ what man would refuse receiving head after giving the nastiest of it?
your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if heâd die without your taste in his mouth
his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.
ângh, fuckâ right there baby,â you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than youâd already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. âoh mâ goddd, so fuckinâ close toruuu!â
âgive it all tâme pretty baby,â his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. âcum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.â
your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.
âsâgooddd, shit toru!â you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling youâre never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. âuhn uhnâ too much, canât take it!â your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.
the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. âstop thatâ fuckinâ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.â
he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though youâre both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.
âmmhm, nooo, âm gonna cum again!â you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. itâs all too muchâ the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but heâs looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.
he manhandles your body like itâs nothingâ like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than youâd been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.
you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. youâre sure heâs dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. âhaaah, oh shitâ baby, i canâtâ fuck, yâeat my pussy sooo fuckinâ good!â the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. ânghhh, iâ âm gonnaâ holy shit!â
your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojoâs face in your essence.
âatta fuckinâ girl.â he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. youâre smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your faceâ eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. âthere we goâ yeah baby, jusâ like that, mhmm.â
the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but youâre barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you donât think heâs ever looked prettier.
his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
heâs so good at it allâ the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologneâ so satoru like, that youâre positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.
he kisses you like heâs got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe youâre going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupidâs bow. âfuck.â
âmmhm, that good?â gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk youâre too familiar with. you donât have it in you to flick his forehead.
instead, you opt with sighing. âthat good.â your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.
your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. heâs so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moansâ breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.
you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, âlemme take care of you, toru.â
you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. heâs twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.
you wonder if todayâs the day heâs finally going to let you see his dickâ to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. youâre sure heâs all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.
but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. heâs refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.
âyou know i canât do that baby,â he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell heâs frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. âmaybe next time, yeah?â
youâre annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and youâre sure he notices too. you donât object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighsâ though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.
âmhm, sure.â
â â
about a week later, youâre on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. heâs scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.
âyesyesyes!â you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. âoh mâgod, feels sooo fuckinâ good, ngh!â there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that youâre convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.
gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. heâs enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.
âface down, baby.â gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. âthereâs my good girl. heh, such an obedient lilâ thing.â
you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of youâ your body his temple, a book heâs dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.
âcute lil hole jusâ seems sooo enticing,â you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesnât surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.
ât-toru, oh yes babyâ âm gonna cummm!â you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to youâ as if he hadnât already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.
gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, âthatâs it babyyyy, there we go.â drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.
heâs so fucking hard it hurts, but heâd take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew youâd known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.
you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.
he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, âfuckkk, yâtaste so fuckinâ sweet, princess.â and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.
you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. âyâgonna let me take care of you yet?â
it doesnât surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.
he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. âthis was more than enough for me, ya little minx.â
â â
âif we get c-caught, iâll fucking kill you.â you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. âa man canât enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault âm starving.â thereâs a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.
âget real!â you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. âyou asked me to bring your lunch andâ ohhh!â your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.
âyou worry too much,â gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, âsee? at least yer pussyâs honest wimmeâ just lemme take care of her.â
âf-fucking bastard.â you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on itâ your pleasure alone. âi h-hate you.â
âlove you too, princess.â he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.
his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldnât get enough of thisâ of him. youâd repay him your gratitudes if heâd let you. youâd push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only heâd let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only heâd let you. but,
he doesnât.
he gives and gives but never takes. heâll call you and tells you heâs in dire need of eating you outâ of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. youâre slowly losing your mindâ you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty heâd look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.
âtoruuu,â you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. âcâmon, lemme return theâ ngh, favour,â you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. âi know youâre rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i wonât, mmhmâmind.â
he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of himâ you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.
âyou canât just fucking say that,â gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. heâs whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. âyou have no idea what you do to meâfucking hell.â
âenlighten me then.â you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. youâd never thought youâd have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. âlet me suck your dick toru, âm real good at it.â
his breath hitches in his throat and youâre positive youâve finally got him. heâs going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. heâs going to realize heâs wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole andâ
âiâm sure you are,â gojo speaks, but you can tell thereâs a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. âbut you know âm good here. just wanna make you feel goodâ your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?â
all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.
â â
âuhn uhn. . . âs too muchhh!â you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you mightâve been a masochist. âc-canât cum anymore!â
âaweee, but of course you can!â he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. âyou pussying out on me, baby?â
no, you were not. âof c-course not,â you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. âjust hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.â
âmmhm.â gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesnât let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, âyouâre my good girl, i donât expect otherwise.â
you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what heâs doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.
âshittt,â you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your assâ so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. âso fuckinâ good, hnng, youâre sooo fuckinâ good to me.â you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.
you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. âyeah?â he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. âtell me, what else am i?â
the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you canât help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, âa bitch.â
âoh?â gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. âthose werenât supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.â
ây-youâre a bitch,â you continue regardless, and gojo canât deny heâs attracted to you for your sheer audacity. heâs always been a fiend for a good challenge. âwonât even let me give you headâ ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.â
âyouâre wounding my ego here,â gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. âcallinâ me a pussy? thatâs a low blow, baby.â
you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, âyou got a small dick or somethinâ? gotta sayâ fuck, s-sure doesnât feel like you do.â you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, âshould i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?â
thereâs a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.
youâre sure youâve got him.
âheh, youâve got some nerve.â gojo snorts, and you donât register how heâs manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.
two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, âitâs lookinâ like youâll never know.â he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.
â â
it doesnât feel right. none of it does. itâs nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.
here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what youâd been deprived off since youâd started your arrangement with gojoâ willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of youâ but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.
though a pleasant smell, these sheets donât smell like him. they donât feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.
you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.
âis everything alright?â the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. heâs so kind, willing to ask how youâre feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.
no, nothingâs fine. âyeah, iâm good.â you lie, offering a smile. youâre a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.
his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, thereâs no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrongâ itâs not as fluffy as gojoâs. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.
your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasnât yoursâ not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.
you couldnât do this any longer.
âwaitâ wait, please stop.â you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. âi canâtâ i canât do this. iâm so sorry.â
the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and youâre holding back tears. youâre not sure why, though.
âitâs gojo, isnât it?â he asks, though heâs not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.
your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.
âyeah, thatâs what i thought too.â
â â
to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasnât expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.
you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if youâd ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. âpants off, now.â
gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. ��woah, at least take me out on a date first! iâm not just some whore.â his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.
âwhy wonât you let me give you head?â you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. âi mean seriouslyâ am i the problem?â
âwhat?â gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, âno, thatâs not it at allââ
âthen why do you keep rejecting me?â you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but thereâs so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. âwhy do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?â
youâd never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, âno! jesus, are you kidding meâ have you seen yourself? what sane man would think thatââ
âwhat sane man wouldnât want sex?â you bite back, and heâs taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, âwhat sane man wouldnât want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himselfââ
âhey,â gojo frowns. âany sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.â
âwell usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!â you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.
âitâs just. . .â you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. youâre almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. âi just donât get it! iâm thinking itâs because iâm unattractive to you butââ
âiâve literally came in my pants from eating you out.â he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. heâs dead serious too. oh that bastard, âmultiple times, may i add. try again.â
âthen it has to be you think iâm dirty.â you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams âseriouslyâ. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like youâre crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. âi can assure you iâm cleanâ iâm not some fucking whore.â
âand i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.â gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. âwhatâs the next excuse?â
âoh thatâs rich coming from you,â you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like youâre about to lose your mind. âwhat else could it possibly be? youâre so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!â
âyou, all the time.â gojo shrugs as if itâs the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. âyou go through my mind all the time. itâs that simple, really.â
âstop the bullshit, satoru.â you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and youâd come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.
âbut iâm being so serious?â he tilts his head. âit really is just you. you donât think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?â
âthen why donât you let me?!â you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didnât understand this at allâ you were both on the same page here, so why didnât he let you? was he ashamed or something?
he goes quiet again, and youâre contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.
thereâs this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. âiâm. . . scared. kinda.â
you blink at him. âwaitâ are you a virgin?â
âno!â he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, âiâm not!â
âso. . . youâre a slut?â you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when heâs giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?
ây/nnnn!â he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actuallyâ a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.
âjust spit it out.â you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldnât hold eye contact with you.
you sigh, âi promise i wonât make fun of you.â
your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. âi. . . i donât wanna embarrass myself in front of you.â
now youâre confused. âwhadya mean?â
he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesnât get something done his way. thereâs a crease in his brows, a frown so deep youâre worried you said something wrong.
âi didnât want to give you the ick, okay?â gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.
woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?
âwhy would you give me the ick, toru?â you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.
his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.
âbecause youâre you and iâm me!â he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. âitâs you weâre talking aboutâ god, youâre so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurtsâ iâve literally busted to your taste alone! iâm so fucking whipped itâs embarrassing. i literally think about you all the timeâ in bed, in the car, in the showerâ i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and iâm instantly hardâ iâm like a fucking dog you trained!â
for once today, youâre left speechless.
âand- and,â he continues, âi had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times iâve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? youâve turned me into an animal! iâve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myselfâ i wouldnât last a second with my dick in your mouth! thatâs what iâm scared of, iâm scared of embarrassing myself to you and youâll run off or something and iâll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment andââ
âokay, okay.â you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. âi think i get it now.â
heâs breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell heâs really anxious of your answer. youâd never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.
well, here goes nothing. âi hooked up with another man.â you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.
âoh.â
you realize you couldâve started a bit differently. âit didnât really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.â you sigh shakily. âeverything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasnât, but i couldnât help but think of you, even with another man around.â
gojo remains quiet, and youâre not even sure where youâre going with this. what are these feelings youâre feeling?
âlisten, i donât know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.â your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasnât pushed you off yet, so youâre hoping itâs working. âthis whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and youâre afraid of flattering me?â
gojo shoots his head up at that, âflattering you?â
you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didnât have a fucking clue, did he? âdo you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?â
âheyyy, donât go using it against me!â he whines, pouting. ââs your fault anywayâ how is somebody that perfect? i donât get it, youâre genuinely unreal. i almost donât like it.â
well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.
ânow that i know your reasoning, iâm not gonna pressure you into anything you donât wanna do.â you stare him up through your lashes. you werenât sure how you didnât see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. âbut, you wouldnât scare me off, toru. i canât believe iâm saying this but i might be stuck with youâ you say youâre a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.â
he frowns at that. oops. âhe wasnât better than me. . . was he?â
ânever.â you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. âand if it makes you feel better, we didnât kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.â
heâs still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? âit does. . . i guess.â
âtoruuu, you have to forgive me.â itâs your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lipsâ lustless. thereâs a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. âwant me to show you just how sorry am i?â
âmhm,â he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and thatâs exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, itâs just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, âprove it tâme.â
your cheeks feel like theyâll split with how widely youâre smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.
his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhereâ his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.
you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough heâs laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.
ââm gonna make you feel so good,â you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefsâ waistband. âyouâve never had anything like it.â surely enough, heâs harder than heâs ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.
âp-please, iâmâ oh fuckkk,â he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.
âenough waiting, hm?â you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff atâ youâd only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.
heâs twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.
âcanât believe you were holding out me, toru,â you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. heâs pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. âyouâre so mean.â your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.
he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. youâre giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. âstop teasing meee, iâllânghh!â you kiss the tip of his cock,
and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and itâs a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.
âoh noooâ shit, ngh, fuckâ canât help it!â veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely heâs gripping onto the covers. you think itâs rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.
it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, youâre pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, youâre not even sure heâd be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.
when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. heâs breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. âhm.â
âjust,â gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. âjust go on with it. but donât say i didnât tell you so.â
you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! âyou really werenât kidding.â
hmm can anybody guess who the âmystery manâ you hooked up with is ? đ
#renaâstar.#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo headcanons#gojo thirst
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Ok ok but you wanna know the real tea?? I've read several beach fics at this point (which are all awesome btw, y'all are amazing writers) and it's a beloved staple to have Edwin be somehwat scandalised at everyone's beach outfits not to mention all flustered from seeing Charles in swim wear. Which is a Good Trope, don't get me wrong, I love that just as much as the next person
HOWEVER
I think actually it's Charles who should be more shooketh about Edwin in his funky lil edwardian two piece!!
Picture this. The year is 1916. You are 16 year old Edwin Payne with a bunch of repressed gay thoughts. Much unpleasantness happens, you die and get dragged to hell, even more unpleasantness happens, 70 years later you finally manage to claw your way up and suddenly women are allowed to vote. There's been not one but two world wars, several countries you grew up reading about in the news don't exist anymore and mini skirts are a thing now.
All I'm saying is, for all the teasing Edwin gets for "What is a handjob?" and "Crystal's internet", this kid was essentially thrust into a scifi world full of weird shit and gets mostly by via an attitude which can only be paraphrases as "fuck it, this might as well be a thing (maybe ask Charles about it later)". King of adaption, master of radical acceptance.
Charles on the other hand, and I say this with only love in my heart, is at his core a boomer. He was there for every tiny gradual shift from '89 to modern day. Sure, he was dead for most of that time, but that's not really relevant. All I'm saying is, seeing the bbc announce marriage equality was probably a bigger shock to Charles than it was to Edwin. That's a guy who already had to accept he will never fully wrap his head around home television.
Also consider the states of undress they've been exposed to seeing the other in. Edwin was stripped to his underwear in hell and still had his knees and elbows covered. And that was probably a more exposing outfit than he'd ever be comfortable with. His usual casual get up features a sweater vest for crying out loud! Meanwhile you have Charles going full 'ceps out in his undershirt first chance he gets. Edwin either got real cool with a lot of shit real fast or he would have combusted several times over those 30 years.
And yes yes, we've all seen Edwin "Haunted By Gay Thoughts" Payne's mental slideshow of abs n hips close ups after getting one (1) glance at the Cat King's stomach. But to his credit, the man was going through a full blown sexuality crisis at that and has since emerged victorious.
So all I'm saying is. Edwin seeing Charles shirtless at the beach? Probably not even the first time this is happening, a lil flustering for sure but just last week he saw two people making out nasty on the tube so hell if he knows. Charles seeing Edwin's kneecaps and upper arms for the first time? Incredible, show stopping, pride and predjudice 2005 hand flex level of suppressed horniness.
Anyway. I'm writing this fic now and none of y'all can stop me.
#dead boy detectives#dbda#Charles Rowland#Edwin Payne#Payneland#dbda meta#smule speaks#Please someone just tell me I am not insane and you can see it too#Charles' Beach Episode TM#smoll smule
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May I request a five x reader where they are living domestically and just being happy and lovey dovey especially experiencing everything they did together while being in the apocalypse, the time commission, stoping the other apocalypses etc (five x Lila doesnât exist five x Lila doesnât exist five x Lilia doesnât-)
a/n: this piece is basically a big fuck you to s4 so enjoy five being happy and domestic with reader and not his own brotherâs wife. also five and reader are mentally older adults but physically in their twenties
warnings: language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy
summary: now that the timeline has been fixed and the world is no longer in danger, five can enjoy a peaceful life with you
The sunlight that bleeds through the curtains is almost blinding as Five begins to stir himself awake. Stretching out his limbs until he hears a satisfying pop, he lets out a sigh and moves to reach out for someone that isnât there. Your spot in bed is still warm which means you havenât been gone for long, but Five still rises with a sense of urgency when greeted with your absence. Call it muscle memory from dealing with multiple kidnapping ploys against you or an old habit that just wonât die off after having to remain vigilant when protecting you from the enemy, but the poor boyâs heart always skips a beat when you go missing.
He finds you in the kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee, your back to him as you hum along to the radio that plays on the counter and search for Fiveâs favorite cup in the cabinet. He has to pause and take a breath to remind himself that youâre not in danger, your life of protecting timelines and ending apocalypses is over, and the fresh start youâve made for yourselves isnât in any jeopardy. Youâre real, youâre alive, and youâre his.
âMorning,â Five softly calls with a careful smile as he rests a hand on the small of your back and presses a tender kiss to your lips.
âGood morning,â you great cheerfully before handing him his cup of coffee. âI didnât hear you get up. Did I wake you?â
âNot at all,â he assures you before taking a hearty gulp of the hot liquid. After years of being together you know how to make Fiveâs coffee just the way he likes it and could probably do so in your sleep if asked. Your thoughtfulness is just one of the many traits of yours that have him wrapped around your finger always.
âWe need to go grocery shopping,â you note dutifully as you peek your head into the fridge in search of breakfast. Frowning, you announce, âWeâre out of eggs, so I guess itâs frozen waffles for breakfast.â
âWhy donât we go out for breakfast today?â Five suggests with an innocent shrug.
âReally? But you hate breakfast places. They can never make your coffee right.â
âI also hate seeing you eat frozen waffles three days in a row,â he reminds you with a wry chuckle. Maneuvering you out of the way, Five closes the fridge shut and gives you a gentle nudge in the direction of your shared bedroom. âGo on, get dressed. You can wear that new dress you bought the other day.â
âYouâre right!â You exclaim with an excited gasp and rush off to your room before Five can change his mind. Not that he would, of course. Five would do anything to see you happy after all the shit heâs put you through in your time together. Sometimes he still wonders why you ever agreed to marry him, perhaps a slip of sanity or lack of care for your own wellbeing, but he wasnât one to complain. He liked living the quiet life with you, and he wouldnât change it for the world.
~~~
The night air is cool against your bare shoulders as you sit comfortably upon the porch swing and listen to the cicadas sing their evening song. The sun has long since set, but the string of lights that hang above you are enough to allow you to see the pages of your color by numbers book. Beside you, Five sits with a book in one hand while the other rests atop of your legs strewn across his lap. He enjoys sitting in the silence of your company as you remain glued together despite partaking in your own hobbies separately.
âWeâve been married for thirty years,â you state simply, breaking the silence but never once breaking your focus from your coloring book.
âSure have,â is Fiveâs thoughtful reply. Setting his book aside, your husband gives your calf a gentle squeeze and turns to look at your concentrated features.
âNot including your siblings, itâs always been just us. Together in the apocalypse, partners under the Commission, husband and wife.â
âIs that a bad thing?â He asks, not quite sure what point youâre trying to make. Are you rethinking the marriage? Are you finally starting to have regrets about marrying him? He watches with bated breath as you set your materials to the side and finally meet his anxious gaze.
âI want to start a family of our own,â you finally confess, nervously fidgeting with your wedding ring as you await his response with hopeful eyes. âI donât want it to be just us anymore.â
Sighing, Five leans his head back and shuts his eyes as he processes your request. He canât say heâs surprised by your question; heâs noticed the way you eye babies in public, how you linger just a little too long to admire the window display of the infant clothing store at the mall, how youâll hold the twins for hours in your arms and refuse to give them back until Diego has to physically pry them from your grasp. Itâs only natural for you to feel this way, but thatâs not the problem. The problem is Five isnât exactly sure how he feels about becoming a father.
âI donât know,â he admits carefully, taking great caution when choosing his next words so as to not upset you. âHaving a kid, becoming parents⌠it changes everything.â
âI know we couldnât before because there was the Commission and then the multiple apocalypses, and thatâs why I never asked. But Five,â you urge gently, shifting to sit yourself up on your knees so you can reach over and take both of his hands in your own, âall of that is done with. We fixed the timeline, and all that end of the world nonsense is over with for good. No one is coming after us anymore or trying to kill me to get to you. We can properly grow old now and have a simple life together, wasnât that always the goal?â
The boy is silent as he mulls over your speech. Youâre completely right; saving the world and resetting the timeline to its proper place in order to ensure you and his siblings could have the lives you deserved was always the end goal. But after spending his entire existence trying to complete that task, he finds it hard to adjust to his new life of normalcy. Perhaps heâs not exactly scared of becoming a parent, but scared of what a baby would mean in the grand scheme of things. It would be proof that his work is truly over now, that he can turn his survival mode off after having it set to fight for so many years, and thatâs a big adjustment for someone like him.
But when he looks at your hopeful gaze and sees the way you anxiously worry your lip between your teeth, he realizes that heâll do anything to give you the happy life you deserve. He brings one of your hands to his lips and holds it tight as he murmurs his answer into the skin of your palm.
âIf you think weâre ready, then Iâm in.â
âYou mean it?â You gasp while doing your best to withhold your excitement. Your eyes are wide and full of hope as Five lets out a soft chuckle before giving you a reassuring kiss.
âWe survived the end of the world several times, how scary could raising a baby really be?â
He isnât given an answer to his hypothetical question as you fling yourself into his arms and assault his face with multiple kisses along his skin. Itâs safe to say his answer has eased your anxieties, and the boy can only laugh as you express your gratitude.
âIâm so happy you agree!â You exclaim giddily, your hands coming to rest upon his chest to ground yourself as you then suggest to Fiveâs surprise, âLetâs start trying tonight!â
âWhat?â
~~~
âThat has to be the tiniest Hargreeves Iâve ever seen,â Klaus gushes adoringly as he takes in the details of the ultrasound photo in front of him. âLook at the little peanut, isnât it precious?â
âI canât believe Five is actually going to be a dad,â Allison notes in astonishment as the three of you turn your gaze to see him arguing with Diego over the proper way to baby proof your home while Ben eggs them on and ruins Lutherâs efforts at trying to keep the peace. Youâre only two months along, but Five is anxious to ensure that everything is perfect for your childâs arrival.
âYou know, you might just be the first 65 year-old woman to give birth,â Klaus points out cheekily. âYou should be in a world records book or something.â
âVery funny,â you retort sarcastically before taking back the ultrasound photo to hang up on the fridge. You falter for a moment when your eyes remain stuck to photo and your brain works on overdrive to commit the image to memory as best as you can.
âEverything okay?â Viktor asks after noticing the sudden change in demeanor.
âI just canât believe this is real,â you murmur quietly, blinking back tears that threaten to spill. âAfter everything weâve been through and everything weâve lost, I guess a part of me worries that one day Iâll wake up and this will all have been a dream.â
âI know how that feels,â Allison assures you with a comforting squeeze to your shoulder. âBut I promise you this isnât a dream, and whatever you need weâll be there.â
âBecause youâre family now,â Viktor adds on with a confident nod. âAnd we look out for family no matter what.â
âEven though at one point in our lives weâve all thought about killing each other,â Klaus notes humorously before giving you a tight squeeze.
âEverything okay over here?â Five asks, appearing at your side and placing a comforting hand on your back as you all turn your gazes towards the fridge and admire the newest addition to the family.
âEverything is perfect.â
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how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)
synopsis: joining luffyâs crew made you believe that youâd finally escaped your former pirate crew and nightmare of a captain for good. that is, until a certain butler starts looking a little too familiar. good thing zoroâs keeping a close eye on you.
warnings: opla spoilers (ep 3), some direct dialogue from opla, mentions of verbal/physical abuse, kuro is just a weirdo tbh, reader is called a bitch, protective zoro, for the sake of the story sham and buchie joined the black cat pirates after reader left
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âthis guy is full of shit.â
you knock your shoulder into zoroâs wider one. âbe nice. and so what if he is?âÂ
zoro gives you a pointed glare. âthen we should turn around and look for someone who can actually help us find a ship.âÂ
âall business, as per usual,â you reply, with a purposefully dramatic sigh. âwhy canât you have a little fun?âÂ
âwhat about this is supposed to be fun?â zoro spits out the word like itâs poisonous. âthis is the blandest village iâve ever seen.â
you scoff. ânow youâre the one thatâs full of shit. nothingâs ever bland with us and you know it.âÂ
the us in question was your newly formed pirate crew⌠if you and luffy could even be considered that. having left the ship youâd been on a few years ago, you were in search of a new crew. luffy was persistent and charming â when youâd crossed paths in shells town, it took little to no time for him to convince you to join his hunt for the one piece. zoro and nami, on the other hand, had yet to follow in your footsteps.Â
âwell, considering that weâve only been traveling together for a day and a half and iâve already escaped a marine base, defeated a marine captain, and fought a clown with devil fruit powers⌠iâd actually have to agree.âÂ
you canât help but giggle at his sarcastic delivery. âbe grateful, zoro. not many pirate crews are this fun to be on, trust me. oh wait, thatâs right, you still havenât officially joinedââ
âtell me about your old pirate crew,â interjects zoro, your comment having piqued his interest.Â
you notice that the playful atmosphere dissipates. âgod, where do i even start?âÂ
zoro answers that for you. âwhy did you leave?â
âstarting with the hard hitting questions, huh?â you joke, mostly to stall. you clear your throat before you answer. âwell, it was different. nothing like what luffy has going on. he actually cares about his crew⌠and even those who arenât technically on it.âÂ
at that, a smile tugs at the corner of zoroâs lips. even you crack a small grin. although as you continue speaking, it fades.Â
âon my old crew, we were dispensable. anytime something went wrong, our own captain would threaten to kill us. it was⌠scary, to be completely honest. there were so many times when i thought iâd die with that filthy crew. and i never wanted that. so as soon as we docked at shells town, i left.â Â
zoroâs jaw clenches as imagines the things youâd seen and been subjected to. âthis old captain of yours sounds like a realââ
âhe was a nightmare,â you tell him. âhe didnât care that i was the only woman on board, he treated me just as horribly, if not worse.âÂ
zoro stops so suddenly that it takes you a second to realize heâs not walking alongside you.
âwhat do you mean by that.â the way zoro phrases the inquiry doesnât even make it sound like a question. more like a demand. his narrowed eyes are fixed solely on you. holding his gaze feels⌠intense.Â
you canât help but glance away as you answer him. âhe was just a bit of a creep.â
before zoro has the chance to try and extract more information out of you, a familiar voice calls both your names. youâre not really sure when you and zoro had fallen behind but from where you currently stand, the rest of your group looks miniature. or perhaps itâs just the massive size of the mansion behind them that makes luffy, nami, and usopp look pocket-sized in comparison.Â
âwhyâd you stop walking?!â your captain shouts, hands pressed on each side of his mouth to amplify his voice. âget over here, weâre about to go in through the top secret entrance!âÂ
you vaguely make out usopp gesturing for luffy to keep his voice down. youâre sure that would warrant another comment from zoro about his reliability but heâs too busy staring at you with that expectant look in his eyes.Â
âwe better catch up,â you tell him, heading in the direction of the deluxe home.Â
he allows you to dodge the subject and sighs, walking in long strides to catch up to you. Â
âiâve never seen a house this big before,â luffy admits, admiring the mansion along with the wellkept greenery surrounding it.Â
âawesome, right?â usopp gloats, walking around like he owned the place. âkayaâs given me an open invitation to drop by anytime i want.âÂ
âwow.â youâre not sure if luffy was just going along with usoppâs act or if he really believed him. knowing the devil fruit user, it was more than likely the latter. âall this for just one person?â
âwell, she lives here with her butler and a few other staff,â usopp replies, leaning against the stone well that sat in the middle of the lawn.
âmoney really shows you who people truly are,â nami mutters, eyes scanning the property. âmost people only care about themselves and whatâs theirs.â
zoro is quick to throw the insult back at her. âsounds like someone i know.â
you roll your eyes at his comment, though you make no effort to disagree with him. nami was a little on the materialistic side.Â
âand a small staff makes for easy pickings,â she continues, proving your point.
âwe just got here and youâre already planning on robbing the place blind?â you ask though you already know the answer.
âat least a little blurry,â she smirks, following behind luffy and usopp who walk toward the entrance.Â
you and zoro share a look. one that says disappointed but not surprised.Â
going under a shrub shaped as an arch, youâre met with a beautiful pond. you admire the pink lilies that float at the top and the bushes that were intricately trimmed into the shape of various animals. even if the people that lived here were filthy rich, at least they had good decorative taste.Â
âso if you have an invitation, why are we going around the back way?â luffy ponders.
usoppâs answer is nonchalant. âoh, i never use the front entrance. like i said, this is the vip entrance reserved for special guests.â
zoro scoffs. âthis guyâs definitelyââ
âdonât start,â you groan, cutting him off.Â
abruptly, usopp freezes and spins around, attempting to usher your crew back. âyou know what, thereâs actually a more exclusive entrance this wayââ
the sharp swoosh of a knife cutting through the air and burying itself in the ground between usoppâs feet cuts him off. from the direction the kitchen utensil was thrown stands a heavyset gentleman with his face wrinkled in anger. his demanding voice booms through the garden, âthe hell are you doing here, usopp?âÂ
the dark-skinned boy fumbles over his word. âbuchi, buddy, uh, kayaâs expecting me.â
âanother one of your lies,â the man â seemingly named buchi â seethes, grabbing him by the collar. âyou ainât welcome here and you know it.â
âi know nothing of the sort,â usopp retorts, keeping his cool even when he was practically being lifted off the ground by his shirt. âiâm here to give kaya an extra special gift.â
before buchi can get another word out, a feminine voice calls out for your companion. coming down the steps is a frail looking girl in a pink dress. on her arm is a man dressed in a crisp suit, presumably the butler usopp had mentioned earlier. though, from where you stand you canât see either of their faces too clearly.Â
âwhat a wonderful surprise,â she exclaims, breathlessly.Â
âkaya!â usopp exclaims, returning her enthusiasm. buchi has no choice but to let him go, begrudgingly. usopp makes sure to shoot him a smug look before walking towards the young girl. âhappy birthday.âÂ
the butler clears his throat, not afraid to intrude on their special moment. âusopp, weâve discussed this before. you mustnât show up unannounced.âÂ
ânonsense, klahadore.â kaya smiles warmly. âhave you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures.âÂ
âiâll do you one better,â usopp smirks with such confidence that even youâre left wondering what kind of surprise he has up his sleeve. âi brought some of my crew!â he gestures back towards the four of you, proudly.Â
your excitement vanishes. âoh. the surprise is⌠us.â
âwell, thatâs boring,â luffy agrees, just as disappointed as you are.Â
kaya, on the other hand, is none the wiser. âitâs so nice to meet you. you must all stay for dinner.âÂ
klahadore lowers his voice. âmiss kaya, it is a bit last minute. iâm afraid the kitchen hasnât prepared for any extra guests.â
âplease,â begs kaya, softly. âitâs my birthday. canât be too much trouble can it?âÂ
giving in, klahadore purses his lips. âanything for you, miss kaya.âÂ
luffy claps his hands together. âalright! when do we eat?âÂ
âyou donât. not dressed like that, at least.â the butler directs himself to a staff member with teal colored hair. âsham, kindly show usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner.â
she follows his orders and leads the way. luffy, usopp, nami, and zoro trail behind her and you go to do the same. however, all it takes is a quick glance to stop you dead in your tracks. usually, you werenât one to stare but klahadoreâs face. that stare. so dark and depraved.Â
âyes, miss?â he asks, holding your gaze. âcan i help you?âÂ
ân-no, iâŚâ your throat goes dry as you attempt to recover smoothly. âi just wanted to, um, thank you for being so hospitable.âÂ
his lips curve upwards into a sinister grin. âthe pleasureâs all mine.â as if to confirm your worst fear, klahadore uses his palm to readjust his glasses. his beady eyes gauge your reaction closely.
the familiar gesture sends chills down your spine. appearance-wise, he had changed drastically but his aura was still just as menacing as you remember it. he was still the corrupt pirate captain you used to serve under. you feel like a weak and helpless subordinate all over again.
âklahadore!â giggles kaya. âyouâre smiling! thatâs certainly a rarity.â
he hums. âiâve simply come to the realization that having guests once in a while can truly be a delight.â
his sickeningly sweet tone makes your stomach turn. just the fact that you were standing in front of him â captain kuro â again after all these years was nauseating in itself. last youâd heard he had died at the hands of captain morgan. how was this even possible? then again, he wasnât dubbed kuro of a hundred plans for no reason. he always had a trick or two up his sleeve. you assumed this was no different.Â
âhey, you cominâ?â
you turn around to see zoro waiting for you. he meets your gaze for a moment. the softness of his eyes is a stark contrast to kuroâs. itâs a breath of fresh air. he then shifts his attention to your former captain and you swear his eyes darken.Â
âyeah, sorry,â you mumble, trying not to look shaken as you walk up the steps.Â
zoro follows behind you, this time closer than before.
âwhy would anybody even need this many clothes?â
âitâs not about need with these people, luffy. itâs about want,â nami spits, thumbing through the various fabrics on the wall.Â
âat least sheâs rich and nice,â luffy replies, innocently.
nami rolls her eyes. âyeah, letting us stay for dinner must be her idea of charity work.âÂ
âwhat are we even supposed to wear?â luffy continues, uninterested in namiâs criticism of the rich.Â
âanything you want. when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?âÂ
you step out from behind the changing board where youâd swapped out your old tee and cargo skirt for an elegant satin dress. it was a stunning shade of olive green and frilly lace decorated the edges. not to mention, it hugged your curves in all the right ways.
namiâs eyes widen. âsee, sheâs got the right idea. you look amazing.âÂ
you smile, bashfully. âhonestly, i feel amazing.â
âyou look the same to me,â your captain shrugs.
nami shoots him a death glare but you intervene before she can scold him.
âway to keep me humble, luffy.â
âno problem!âÂ
at that exact moment, a freshly showered zoro arrives donning a silk robe. he eyes the multitude of garments that cover every inch of the room, not particularly impressed.Â
âthere you are. donât you think she looks nice?â nami asks him, gesturing towards you. she doesnât notice how you shrink under zoroâs gaze. neither does he, as his eyes take their time raking over you, from top to bottom.
he hums. âsuits you.â with that, he sets off towards a chair in the corner of the room. Â
âseriously?â sighs nami, exasperated. âare you two physically unable to give compliments or something?âÂ
âhey, doesnât that butler seem familiar to you guys?â zoro asks, promptly ignoring namiâs complaint.Â
his question causes your breath to hitch. youâd pushed the kuro problem to the back of your mind while you were in search of a suitable dinner outfit. you figured that as long as your crew was by your side, he wouldnât dare try anything. and even if he did⌠well, youâd seen what had happened to axe-hand morgan and buggy.Â
âyeah, i think he was at the last dinner party i attended,â nami replies sarcastically, taking a handful of dresses behind the changing board.Â
as he takes a seat, zoro grumbles, âi swear iâve seen him before.âÂ
âwhere?â you canât help but ask, fiddling with the lace on the neckline of your dress.Â
âso far, iâve got two suspicions. a wanted poster or funky bar on mirrorball island. you ever been?â
you know zoroâs teasing you, judging by the grin on his face. after all, funky bar was known to get insanely rowdy; never would he imagine finding someone as gentle as you there. but what he didnât know is that it happened to be one of kuroâs favorite bars. per his request, you and the rest of the black cat pirates frequented it often, so he was more than likely right about having seen kuro there. heâd probably even seen you in passing, once or twice. thankfully, he doesnât seem to have any recollection of that.
the thought of zoro knowing about your past forms a knot in the pit of your stomach. would he think less of you for having joined such a ruthless crew at one point in your life? what if it put a strain on the friendship youâd worked so hard to form?Â
âiâve, uh, heard of it,â you decide to reply, pushing down your worries for the time being.Â
he tilts his head slightly, thinking out loud. âthen again, i have seen a lot of wanted posters and bars in my time as a pirate hunter.â
you feel a grin creep onto your face. âprobably more bars than posters, huh?â
zoro mirrors your smile. âshut up.â
by the time dinner rolls around, the entire crew is doing what they do best.Â
luffy is stuffing his face, nami is attempting to swindle one of the staff, zoro is hanging by the drinks, and youâre hanging by zoro.Â
âhey zoro, you gotta try this!â luffy calls through a mouthful of food.
âiâve got all i need right here,â he mutters, taking a swig out of his champagne flute.Â
âyou know, i donât think iâve ever seen you choke down something that isnât alcohol,â you comment, watching the way he downs the glass in one go.Â
dryly, he replies, âthatâs because i havenât.â
âvery on brand.â
âladies and gentlemen,â calls out that voice from the top of the stairs. âmay i present⌠miss kaya.â
arm in arm, kuro and kaya walk down the steps, all eyes on the birthday girl and her stunning gown. well, except you. your eyes never leave the so-called butler by her side. your jaw clenches when he has the audacity to meet your gaze and hold it. shameless bastard.Â
once they reach the bottom, merry leads kaya to the guests while kuro takes his post at the bottom of the stairs⌠right next to the drink table. before you can think about steering yourself and zoro away, kuro speaks.
âforgive me if i am speaking out of line, madam, but i must inform you. you look positively radiant,â he purrs, soaking in your appearance. he looks ready to pounce.
you canât stop your eyes from rolling. good to know heâs the same pervert he used to be.
looking between you both and sensing your discomfort, zoro steps in. âand you look familiar.âÂ
kuroâs head stiffly turns to face him, eyes peeling away from you. âhighly doubtful, sir.âÂ
âfunky bar? mirror ball island?âÂ
âfunky bar?â kuro repeats, disgusted. âwell, i can assure you iâve never patronized that type of establishment.âÂ
while it was amusing to see your highly esteemed former captain lie through his teeth, the tension between him and zoro was unbearable.Â
âwell then.â zoro continues with his little interrogation. âever been on a wanted poster?â
you cringe at his bluntness. sometimes it seemed like he had less of a filter than luffy.
kuro puts on a scandalized face at the question. âsir! such an accusation is highly offensive.â tugging on his collar, he goes to remove himself from zoroâs probing. ânow, if youâll excuse me, iâm going to help prepare the dinner table.âÂ
he leaves, en route to the dining room. zoroâs eyes follow his figure until he disappears, squinting as he racks his brain for any further recollection of this suspicious butler.Â
you sigh. if zoro was going to continue being so relentless, you were sure the night would end in bloodshed and uncovered secrets.Â
âkeep this coming,â zoro demands, handing the empty wine bottle to sham. she takes it with a glare.Â
âwould it kill you to say please?â you ask, slicing the slab of fish on your plate into smaller pieces.
âthe service here is shitty. why should i have to be polite?âÂ
you scowl. âremind me to never have dinner with you again.â
zoro turns to you with that cocky grin of his. âwhat if i asked nicely?âÂ
his quip makes your heart flutter but you manage to keep your composure. âyou can try your luck.âÂ
before he can respond, usopp speaks up. âluffy, isnât there something that you wanted to talk to kaya about?âÂ
luffy gesticulates enthusiastically with his fork. âoh, yes! usopp told me that you own the whole shipyard.âÂ
âwell, actually, my parents founded the shipyard and merryâs been running the business since they⌠passed. but all thatâs about to change. tonight, at midnight, i will become the sole owner.â she smiles somberly.Â
âwell, thatâs great,â luffy says, raising his drink at her. âbecause we want to buy a ship from you.âÂ
âah, i see. usopp mentioned that youâre sailors.âÂ
ânope, not sailors. weâre pirates!â
youâre certain at least three people at the table choke on their food, yourself included.Â
âthis ought to be good,â zoro mumbles behind his glass.
youâre too busy coughing into your napkin to chastise him for finding this entertaining.
âpirates?â kaya repeats, unsure of how to react.Â
âyup! we havenât sailed together for very long but weâve already defeated an evil clown, raided a marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe! for a hand!â luffy holds up a fist, presumably to impersonate axe-hand morgan.
âsounds a lot like your adventures, usopp,â kaya says, turning to the brunette.
all he can do is laugh dryly. âyeah, thatâs⌠thatâs crazy.âÂ
âand weâre just getting started!â luffy continues, climbing up onto the table.
âsomeone put me out of my misery,â you mumble, looking down at your plate to ignore the secondhand embarrassment.
a tap on your shoulder answers your plea.
turning around, you find yourself face to face with kuro once again. âmadam, a word please?â
âmight i ask what for?â zoro cuts in before you can so much as think of a response.
kuro offers him the most forced grin youâve ever had the displeasure of seeing. âiâm afraid that is between the lady and i.â
the swordsman turns to you, scanning your face for any ounce of discomfort. âyou okay with that?â
you inhale, figuring it was finally time for you to confront the darkest part of your past. it was silly to assume you would be able to ignore him throughout your entire stay here. besides, you were sure zoro, just like the rest of your crew, would be on standby if kuro got brave enough to try anything. âsure. just⌠keep an eye out.â
zoro understands completely. truthfully, you didnât even need to ask â he always looked after you. âgot it.â
you push yourself out of your seat and smooth out your dress. you allow kuro to lead you to the doorway â he was smart enough to know that was the farthest youâd let him take you.Â
âwhat do you want, klahadore?â you seethe, folding your arms.
he arches a brow. âwhy must you call me that? itâs ridiculous.âÂ
you tilt your head with faux innocence. âoh? is that not your name? must have misheard.â
he gives you an irritated look, dark eyes drilling into you.
âi remember that look,â you mutter, your memory serving you well. âitâs the same one youâd give me before youâd threaten to slice me to bits with your claws.â
kuro has the audacity to chuckle dryly. âbut i never did, did i? although there were certainly times times where i shouldâve.â
âwhat you should be is dead,â you hiss bitterly. âwhen i heard the news, i knew it was too good to be true.â
âyou wound me, kitten,â he drawls, reaching up to fix his glasses.Â
the condescending nickname makes your skin crawl. it carried so many awful memories of your time spent with the black cat pirates. it reminded you of just how weak kuro viewed you â nothing but a helpless, pitiful kitten in his eyes. typical of the man that abused his authority and treated you with not a single ounce of respect.Â
he continues, putting on a sweet tone. âafter all these years, stuck waiting hand and foot on that spoiled brat, thereâs nothing iâd love more than to hear my favorite crew mate say my real name.â
you snap at him. âiâm no crew mate of yours.â
he sighs, dramatically. âsadly, youâre correct. after all, you did slip off the ship the moment we docked in shells town. locating you on an island crawling with marines proved to be nearly impossible. we had no choice but to leave without you.â
âthatâs exactly why i chose to escape there.âÂ
âand to this day i canât for the life of me figure out why you would ever do that. why would you want to leave us? leave me?â
you actually laugh right in his face. âis it really that hard to figure out? you were evil. you threatened and harassed me on a daily basis.â
âso your solution was to join that ragtag crew?â he glances at the table. âitâs pathetic, even for you.â
you lean into his face, lowering your voice down. âiâm happier than i ever was on your shitty crew. every day i wake up grateful that i managed to escape you.â
you see that vein on his forehead bulge before heâs gripping you by the chin. âlisten here, you little bitchââ
the shiny silver of a sword slides between you and kuro, coming to rest against his neck. his adamâs apple bobs as he gulps anxiously, releasing you. thanks to zoroâs sword, it seemed as if he finally remembered where he was. you were no longer on his ship, he was no longer allowed to treat you like the dirt he walked on. not without someone noticing, that is.Â
âwhy donât you step away?â zoro offers simply.
that much was a kindness. usually those who found themselves on the end of zoroâs blade(s) werenât lucky enough to receive a warning. however, the swordsman didnât wish to cause a scene. at least not when you were right there and everyone was watching with shock from the dinner table.
kuro obliges, stumbling back. he meets kayaâs horrified eyes, feeling ashamed that he allowed his act to slip. surely this would cause some setbacks in his plan. with no excuse for his uncharacteristic behavior, the raven haired man scurries away and up the stairs.
zoro turns and locks eyes with luffy, giving him one singular nod. luffy returns it, jumping out of his seat and going after the butler. quiet murmuring breaks out at the dinner table, everyone surely confused.Â
sheathing his sword, zoro directs his attention to you once more. âare you alright?â a calloused hand comes up to grip your chin, much like kuro had. however, this time, the touch is gentle. loving, almost. you welcome it.
âyeah, iâm⌠fine.â your heart is beating out of your chest and it has everything to do with your close proximity to zoro.
he tilts your face around, inspecting every inch of it. once he finishes, he pulls back. his demeanor goes serious once more. âwe need to have a talk.â
you nod. âi know. iâve been keeping some things from you guys andââ
âjust tell me whatâs been going on,â he demands. âand donât overcomplicate it. you can be straightforward with me.â
his sincerity makes you start over, this time far more candidly. âklahadore used to be a pirate. i was part of his crew. he was my⌠captain.â
the shame in your voice pulls at zoroâs heartstrings. didnât you know there was no reason to feel guilty with him? âis that it?âÂ
you open your mouth to speak but come up empty. all you can do is furrow your eyebrows at his unexpectedly dismissive reaction.
âi knew it,â zoro continues, annoyed. âi knew iâd seen him on a wanted poster before. just didnât have any proof.â
âwait, so you donâtâ you really donât care?â you ask, still avoiding eye contact. âme being a former black cat pirate doesnât bother you?â
he shrugs. âyou said it yourself. âformer.â all that matters is that you got the hell out of there. and away from that creep. would he always put his hands on you like that?â
you blink a couple times, sighing. âhis temper was really bad soââ
that seemed to be enough for zoro. âiâll kill the bastard,â he hisses. âwanted to slice him to bits the moment i saw him grab you.âÂ
though itâs a violent threat, you canât help but smile. the idea of zoro being so protective that heâd kill a man just for touching you made you blush. pirate love language, you suppose.
âwell, i wouldnât have stopped you,â you tell him, more than ready to see your former captain go.
zoro clicks his tongue. ânah. couldâve stained your new dress with his blood. i never would have been able to forgive myself.â
âso you do have a soft spot,â you tease.
âonly for pretty things.â
âdo you mean me or the dress?âÂ
now itâs zoroâs turn to become bashful. though, his lack of response is an answer in itself. you canât help but giggle.Â
a loud bang from upstairs interrupts your moment with the green-haired man. you assume luffy had gotten his hands on kuro⌠or vice versa. zoro must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he instinctively rests a hand on the handle of his blade.
âyou should go up there,â you tell him. âiâll stay with kaya.â Â
he gives you a nod, though he doesnât make any effort to leave. he stands there like he wants to say something⌠or do something. before you can think about it too much, you pull him in by the collar and crash your lips onto his. theyâre slightly chapped and taste like the wine thatâd come from the cellar â itâs pleasant. his large palms come to rest on your lower back; his hold feels tight and secure.Â
when you finally allow yourself to pull away, youâre biting back a smile. âkick his ass for me.âÂ
âwill i get more of that if i do?â asks zoro, wetting his lips. they now taste like the cherry lip gloss youâd borrowed from kaya. he takes a step forward, attempting to close the gap between you two once more.
you shrug, pushing him away by the chest. âgo help luffy and weâll see.â
you both know that means yes.
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