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Today Part 2 Jorge Lorenzo x Alex Marquez

Basically just porn

Sunday evening

Part 1

Alex went straight for the bed when he finally managed to get away from his brother. He let himself fall on the mattress, not even acknowledging his half naked boyfriend that was currently dressing himself. He just made a loud grumpy sound and hide himself in the covers. His face was burried in cushions and he couldn't help but scream.

The muffled sound was answered with a soft hand on the back of his neck. He felt a hugh amount of pressure leave him as soon as he felt the touch. He always had that affect on him.

Jorge kneeled next to him, softly messaging the stiff muscles. He already knew why his lover was frustrated. It had been another bad race. P18 while Marc took the victory. For the younger brother, it was hell. He had long accepted that he didn't have the talent of his brother but failing that miserable in a lower class felt humiliating to him. He knew that he was for some reason expected to be as good as Hondas golden boy, baby champion.

"You know, watching you race today was really fucking hot" Jorge whispered hoping it'd help. By now, he had buttomed his shirt up. "You look amazing on those bikes-" Alex span around, looking at him with a death glare only a 19 year old was able to produce.

"I ended up P18. Nothing hot about that and outside the points. Not really amazing. Today was terrible." he exclaimed. He was pissed. There was no other way to say it.

"I was basically alone. Meanwhile Marc - well he won. As you know. And of course he did." He sat up, clearly ready to talk everything out his soul. Realizing that this will be a rant, Jorge sat down on the ground next to him, leaning his head against his boyfriends leg, putting his face on his thigh, willing to stay and listen as longs as needed.

"What a fucking surprise! You should have seen papa! Like - I know that Marc's win is great but he could at least act like he would want to comfort me. But no! It's always Marc Marc Marc." Anger and sarcasm were filling his voice. It wasn't real anger that was rooted in hatred towards his family. It was momentarily and caused by frustration.

His face was scrunched up and his eyes a little wider than usual. Jorge just wanted to reach for him and ease his features but he waited.

"Okay he didnt had the perfect season with his 3 race dnfs. But a bad season is worst P5. And apart from that and the dnfs he was always on the fucking podium! So how bad can it really be?! But I am having a pretty shitty rookie season so far! P9 as a best result! Like -! Are you kidding me?! And they don't even care. 'You just need some routine', that's all Marc said!"

Jorge knew that this was a regularly occaring topic between the brothers. More than once had he already told him about it or had sent him a frustrated text, complaining about Marc's tips that didn't really worked.

"Easy for him to say! He almost won in his moto2 rookie season. He has no fucking clue what's it like to actually struggle with racing abilities. Not with injury. He knows that too well but -" he sighed loudly. The anger was almost gone. He took a deep breath to calm down. "Oh fucking hell, I must sound like a horrible person"

Jorge smiled at him. He knew the feeling of seeing oneself as a horrible person to well. It haunted him many times. He'd do anything to protect Alex from it. "You don't" he said. "You sound like a person"

"But I'm complaining that my own brother has a good race. I'm supposed to be happy for him!" "You're complaining that your season doesn't go as good as you hoped. That's normal. But that doesn't mean that you aren't good. Okay? Alex, you're amazing in everything you do. You're the most amazing and the kindest man I ever met."

"You sweet talker" "You love it" "I love you" "I love you too" he whispered and stood up. As much as he wanted to stay with his younger lover, he couldn't.

He had to attented the team dinner. It was tradition to go on Sunday for dinner and play nice with his teammate. And he surely would be the one breaking the tradition.

"I have to head out. I'm sorry" he said apologizing. He stood up to take a better look at Alex. "I know, I know..." The young Spaniard had once again fallen back in bad, but this time less frustrated and more at ease with himself.

He could even smile at Jorge again. "It's really mean of you to leave your sulking lover all on his own" he commentated. And apparently, teasing was also an option now.

But little did he know, that that was excatly what he had hoped for. "I know... All on your own with your thoughts... Maybe... If you want to, I could try and distract you from all this? Till I get back?" he offered with a daring grin.

"Mm? How?" Alex was now once again staring at his lover. His eyes were deep and only focused on him. His gaze making the older ones knewss weak. Making him feel seen and heard. But now he had to play bratty.

He checked his watch - an expensive Italian one. "Actually... I have to go to my team. They'll kill me if I'm late. You know how things are pre-break" He ignored the sulking look Alex gave him. Instead he leaned down to kiss him.

He kissed him softly and then changed his approach. He got more intense. Daring. It somehow felt like a challenge.

And when they let go of the other, Alex cheeks red and his lips wet. Jorge knew he probably had some signs of the kiss as well. But unlike Alex, he had one last thing up his sleeve or more up his ass.

He was still lingering near Alex. He was hovering next to his ear and then whispered. "I'm wearing a butt plug" before turning around to leave.

He heard the younger one yelling as he closed the door. He had felt Alex stare on his ass, as if he could see through his pants and therefore see if his statement was true.

It was.

He smirked, knowing that with him being outside, in public, Alex had lost his chance to do anything. Not that Jorge had really given him a chance anyway.

Instead, he went for the team dinner. And Alex had to figure out how to deal with his cock that had gotten immediately hard once the realization and the implications of the statement had meant.

Silently he was cursing his own anatomy and age for being so easy. Even though he knew that Jorge loved playing with it. Just like now. He was sure that he had seen it when he looked behind him as he quickly left the room.

No texts or calls were shared in the meantime as they went on their evening.

Jorge had a plan. So maybe he had taken longer than he had needed to get back. The dinner long over, but maybe he had some more private conversation with his mechanics afterwards. He had been more social than usual which wasn't as hard since he and his team have known each other for years now.

So he had no problem with staying a little longer and having a drink or two. "It's summer break." he had said. "Time for some fun, right?" A little inside joke with himself. Quite literal.

He grinned and laughed about their jokes and made his own. With every movement he felt the metallic thing stretching his hole a little bit more. At first it was still an uncomfortable sting. But after witnessing his lover reaction to his statement, he knew it was worth it.

Every time he thought about it, his excitement grew. He hoped his plan would work cause his body sure as hell was all ready.

He felt the muscles clenche around the metal. Maybe he would have fooled himself believing it was Alex. But he knew Alex was better. Alex filled him out perfectly. He knew exactly how to play him. Like both of them were made for the other.

Even the uncomfortable feeling of having to face Lin while some material was dangerously close to his prostate, didn't bothered him as much as it may should have. He was good at pretending everything was fine.

And Alex was the right motivation and now he enjoyed the added hidden play between them. It felt like it made their secret relationships even more real, more prominent all while kept in secret.

For him, it was the perfect way to start the summer break. He wanted to make sure that he wasn't able to walk tomorrow and teasing his hot blooded lover like that, was arguably the best way to guarantee that.

He hoped to put him on edge to get the perfect fuck. That was the goal behind his act.

As Jorge finally made his way back, he realized that he wasn't even sure if Alex was in his motorhome. They hadn't excatly made plans.

But thats how things usually went between them on race weekends. Alex ended up in his Motorhome as often and as long as possible. Sometimes it was just for minutes, sometimes he stayed the night. Sometimes he arrived when the paddock was so busy that no one noticed a lanky moto2 rider and sometimes it was too dark to recognize his features.

So he wasn't excatly sure what he could expect. Maybe Alex had gotten fed up with having to wait on him and left. Maybe he joined his brother and got drunk.

In that case he would either get some funny texts during the night and an apology the next morning or he'd be met a drunk and cuddly version of his boyfriend.

He took a short look at his Motorhome, despite knowing that the black windows were impossible to see through. Not even light could shine through. The only way to know if he'd be alone or not was to enter.

He opened the door and was met with darkness. The hallway was dark so he went towards the living room space which was dark as well. "Alex?" he asked and looked around.

He bit his lip, realizing that maybe he really was alone. A wave of disappointment over came him. He had really hoped not to be alone. He was aware that he didn't had the right to ask for it, since he was the one who lift. But still...

He sighed and decided to go to bed and deal with it himself. He opened the door to his bedroom and was met with two things. Dimm light. And his boyfriend.

He barely made a step inside the room when he was already shoved back. Hands grabbing his shoulders. He was pressed against the wall, Alex barely an inch away. "You asshole" he breathed. His voice silent but hoarsed.

He didn't let him get a word in. Instead he just kissed him. Jorge responded immediately. With a smile, he returned the gesture. His hands reached for the taller mans cheeks. He softly touched his skin, pulling his head slightly down towards him.

He kissed him hungryly, demanding more space and more speed. He wanted a rough kiss. He felt Alex change the ankle. He felt him biting his lip. The senation excatly hit what he had wanted. The little amount of pain combined with his clear want for him.

But sadly the need for oxygen was stronger and they broke apart even if Jorge would gladly die for Alex to never part again.

"I fucking hate you." the younger Spaniard whispered, not meaning it. "Telling me that just to leave. That was cruel. That was an asshole move" "Was it? Well, maybe you deserved it" he suggested.

He knew that his little darling was the purest and kindest person on earth. He deserved all the love he could give him.

"I didn't. I was nice. But you weren't... So you deserve a little punishment for being asshole Lorenzo to me" "Maybe I just am an asshole. Ever considered that?"

Everyone knew he could be an asshole. He had proven it for years. And yes... In those moments, he actually was an asshole. But he'd never be an asshole to Alex to actually hurt him. He'd never hurt him. Not if he had a chance. But sometimes, like now, he was an asshole to Alex just for fun. One word of the younger and he'd stop immediately though.

And now his behavior got him excatly what he wanted. He was backed against the wall, starring at those deep brown eyes.

Alex blocked him with his hands on his side from leaving. With everyone else, this moment might have been creepy or weird, maybe even scary. He hated it to be cornered. He hated it to be kept in one place and feeling like he was at the mercy of someone else. But not right now.

He was cornered but he felt safe and secure. He knew one word was enough to make Alex stop and apologize. But there was no need for that. He didn't need Alex to stop. He didn't want Alex to stop. No. He needed him to continue. He needed to find out how far he'd take it, how far he could get him and what would happen.

There was something in the way of looking at him right now. The moto2 riders seemed hungry. No, not just hungry. It was deeper. There was an even deeper need.

Addiction.

He felt like Alex was addicted to him and he was willing to feed in that addiction as much as possible.

One part wanted Alex to be free, to live his life the way he wanted and needed. Even if that didn't include him. He wanted him to be the happiest he could be. Even if that didn't included him. He even consider that this was a real possibility. In their job. With his relationship to Alex family while they were an important part of his life.

But right now, he didn't care about that. He wanted to be selfish. He wanted Alex addicted to him, in a way that he couldn't leave him without going insane or falling sick. He wanted him hanging on his side for the rest of their life, sharing everything. He wanted to grab him, bring him to his place and keep him there safe and happy for the rest of forever.

So he leaned in and their body touch. His chest was bumping against his. He felt the growing hardness in the younger ones pants press against his jeans.

"You looked so sexy when I said it." he whispered. "Like you were about to jump me and tore my clothes off and keep me here, fucking my brain out, not caring about the team dinner I had" "Oh I would have. But someone ran. So it's your fault, lorenzo"

And the next thing he knew, he was in a tight grip, his stomach on Alex shoulder as he was lifted in the air. Before he could comprehend that he was currently hanging with his face next to the Spaniards ass, he was thrown down and landed on his bed. Alex above him.

The act made Jorge feel powerless, almost helpless, like he couldn't have done anything against it. It made the 4 time world champion in one of the most dangerous sports in the world feel weak. And it was perfect.

"I think I should make sure that you weren't bluffing" Alex decided and Jorge grinned as he felt his hands on his body. They had slipped under his shirt and were now touching his stomach.

Alex smiled. He actually wanted to act all cold and self assured but having him this close, all for him to touch was giving him a happiness he couldn't fully grasp. The feeling the older ones skin on his fingertips was always something that grounded him.

He quickly opened the buttons of the shirt and got rid of it by throwing it to the side.

Now he got a glorious view. Jorge Lorenzo, on his back, staring up at him with lustfilled eyes, clearly horny, half naked, his beautiful chest and abs free and only his to touch.

He smirked and decided to be an asshole himself. Just for now. He got his hands on the waistband and let his hand find it's way above the boxers. He got an hiss as an answer. He cuped his length and pressed his fingers down, feeling the warm against his hand.

"Fuck. Alex, come on. Do something" he tried to get him to move but the taller one acted like he hadn't heard a word. He added some more pressure and then gave Jorge's dick a tight grip. Squeezing him but not yet pleasuring him.

The approach caused a sound Alex wanted to burn in his brain. High pitched and with no hesitation. No amount of acting could fake something like that.

It made Alex want more, so he cut the play short. He took the older man's pants off and tossed them to the side. Without another thought, the boxers followed. No hesitation. No question asked.

He sat back up, looking him over. He didn't say a word, carefully guarding his facial expression. He just took in what was displayed just for him.

He looked his boyfriend all over. He was now completely naked while he was still fully clothed. He was well aware that while he had no problem with that when the roles were reverse, for Jorge it added to the humiliation.

It felt odd and wrong to the older. And it made him feel things... "Alex. I-"

Alex made point in taking his time. He looked him up and down. From his strong and hairy legs to his dick, standing thick and filled with blood almost against his stomach.

"Stop staring and do something. Please."

His perfect stomach, not fully abs and his wonderful chest. He let himself linger on this particular part of his anatomy. "Lex. Move. Move. Please. Just - something!" It was a wonderful soft curf, perfect for him to bury his head in his skin.

It was his safe space. He felt his lovers warmth and he could hear his heart beating. And Jorge always started caressing his hair or hugging him. He started telling him sweet things or stories until he fell asleep.

Lingering on the thought of their habits as a couple, he turned to look at his neck. His muscles clear, decorated with a small love bite from the morning, as a good luck gift for the race, that until now had been hidden unter the collar of his shirt.

"Alex, I swear to God, do what you want but do something. Anything. But fucking hell, do it! Or I swear, I'll do it myself" Alex grinned at his impatient lover. "Good idea. I'd love to watch you fuck yourself on your fingers , begging for my dick but I think we'll pass that to another day."

And with that, Jorge Lorenzo was speechless.

Alex decided to grant him the wish anyway. Therefore he leaned over the older one, very aware that his still clothes stomach was pressing against Jorge's dick. He moved slightly up and down to create some friction.

"Too many clothes" he heard Jorge whine as he started to reach to his own hoodie. To Jorge this whole thing felt like flashes through his body. He felt itchy and nervous. And the only thing that could stop it was skin.

"Wanna touch. Let me touch you. Please, Alex. Please. So hot"

Raw naked skin. His boyfriends raw naked skin that was pressed against him. The buzzing feeling and excitement grew as he let his finger linger on his collar, trying to pull it up but not getting any help to actually achieve something. "Yeah it's getting hot in here"

He seemed to have mercy and decided to pulled the thicker cotton off, only to reveal a certain JL99 shirt. The shirt that he had been wearing under his team shirt and hoodie everytime he wasn't sweating or at risk of having to change in front of someone.

"That's good. I think I'll stay like this" The sentence felt like poison. Jorge whined and shook hifs head. "No. Alex. Alex, I wanna-" he reached for him, pulling him closer and trying to sneak his hand under his shirt.

But instead, Alex grabbed his wrist and forcefully pinned him down. His hands pressing against his skin, holding him against the bed. Jorge stirred against it, trying to move slightly but failing miserable.

So he remains like that, unable or unwilling to move. He wasn't sure what it was. He just looked at Alex, eyes big, like a dear caught in the head lights. The younger one just fixed his gaze on him with a warning glance.

"You are going to keep your hands to yourself for now. Since you decided to leave, I don't see the necessity for you to be touching my body... Yet. So your gonna be a good boy and let me have my fun first"

And he knew how to have fun.

First step was to put his mouth to work. He planted his lips on Jorge's nipples. And started sucking. Hard. No warning. No foreplay. Just sucking and a few strategicly correct pulls

The effect was immediate. A loud moan mixed with a growling sound was reflected by the wall of the motorhome.

"A-Alex, oh god... Lex. Lex. You're..."

He was gasping for air when Alex felt a sting at his head. He felt fingers, pushing in his hair, slightly scraping the skin on his head. He slowed down, thinking Jorge was about to toss him away. But he wasn't. He was holding him in place, keeping his head close to his chest.

So he smirked, realizing he was now in control. So he licked Jorge's beautiful, perfectly formed nipple once more. The normally brown spots were now almost growing red and pink from all the lucking and biting and tearing skin open. There was even a bite mark that perfectly matched Alex teeth as.

"Oh my fucking hell! You're killing me!"

Alex silently prayed the truck was really as sound proof as Jorge has ones told him. Apparently a feature originally from Jorge and Rossi's spying contest but now pretty useful for other purposes.

At the same time he moved his hips in regular movements. He felt Jorge matching his thrust. He tossed in the air, his ass lifting up, shoving his exposed dick against his jeans.

He knew that it couldn't be a nice sensation. It was rough and hard. Jorge was hard, already leaking. Alex was well aware of that so he decided to go ahead with his plan.

He kissed Jorge. None of them really focused on what their lips were doing so it was more a smashing lips against each other. Alex lower lip somehow ended up in Jorge's mouth who just started sucking hit.

Alex moaned, Jorge's voice was already dry from all the moaning. He wasn't even producing words anymore, only sounds that resembled begging and asking and want. Want towards Alex and the climax he was going for. It only took a few seconds and Alex moving tbe perfect way when he came.

It hit him like a train, falling back in the cushions, his body going limp, no tension in his muscles anymore. He came all over Alex. His shirt to be precious and the younger Spaniard didn't even think about moving away. He wanted all of the white cum all over him, painting the black fabric.

He stayed hovering over Jorge, leaning over his body like a predator leaning over it's pray. He watched him closely, looking at his closed eyes. He watched how his chest rose and fell again in an irregular pace.

Jorge at least did seem to have the trust in it, as he started to gasp for air, repeating a few words all over again..

"Fuck... A-A-Lex. That was - fuck - eugh"

The other man laughed softly, his hands hovering around to make the next step. At first it was no more than simple touches. He had his hands on his hips, stabilizing him. His fingers caressed the skin on the bone that was pointing out before he found his way down the V-Line.

"Oh fuck - yes." "Yeah? You want me to come closer?" Jorge blinked his eyes open, nooding.

He took in the sight in front if him. He hadn't even noticed when the other had changed his position but suddenly Alex was sitting in between his legs, with a daring, almost devilish expression. It was a hard difference to his natural soft features. But, fucking hell, it was the hottest thing ever.

"Use your words." "I want you." "I know." But he didn't do anything. He still kept his hands on the part were his upper body met his thighs but he didn't moved them any closer.

"You're an asshole. Do soooomethiiiing!" he sat up slightly, trying to fiddle with Alex shirt again and get him to move, but the only reaction he got, was a hand on his chest pushing him back. He didn't put up any resistance and let himself fall on the mattress.

His spent cock was already re-awaken. Feeling his dick fill up with blood once more in such a short time was painful and he just wanted to get ride of it. He wanted his 2nd orgasm but only in one way.

"Fuck me. Come on, Alex, fuck me like you mean it. Make me believe it."

Alex grinned. Apparently that was the secret code to make him move. Out of no where, he had gotten a certain tube and showed it to Jorge. Lube. And it was then, that the older one noticed that the others pant were gone as well. Apparently Alex had quiet some stuff done while he was catching his breath.

He leaned against his legs and kissed his knees. "You really ready?" he asked quietly. Just a way to make sure they were both on board with this. "Still? After... That?" Jorge almost laughed as he saw how his younger boyfriends cheeks started to become a shade redder at the mention of what they just did. But he didn't start laughing. Instead he smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have such a considerate lover.

"Couldn't be more ready" he promised and not even a second later, he felt a tugging at the butt plug that was still buried in between his ass cheeks. He expected to feel it being pulled out almost immediately but instead he felt the cold lube against his skin and the plug was shoved back inside him onyl to be bought back to his rim.

The sensation tingled through his whole body. Starting through his ass and cock, it hit every nerve. He moaned and threw his head back. One of his hands was trying to reach Alex. But he was to far. He only managed to get a short touch at his shoulder. He hated that, but he didn't say anything. His other hand gripped the sheets. His knuckles started to turn white quickly.

He screamed as the motion was repeated. "Fuck! Alex- Jesus, that's-" he howled. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw. "Stop playing with the stupid plug and fuck me."

"Sorry? I think I couldn't hear you, what do you want me to do?" The playful demeanor was back in his voice. "Fuck. Me." "You have to be a little more detailed." Alex teased and suddenly Jorge wished the younger one would feel at least slightly embarrassed now again. He wasn't, however.

Instead he was looking him straight in the eyes, smiling slightly as his fingers were buried inside his ass, holding the butt plug and stretching his muscles a little bit more with every movement. The sensation made the older even more desperate. It made him horny and he wanted the other even more. If that was somehow even possible.

"I want your cock. I want your hard throbbing dick inside my ass and then I want you to fuck me in the mattress until I pass out so I can still feel you during the next days. I want you to come inside me"

"Demanding aren't you?" "Alex-" he whined, he started to get impatient. His oversensitive cock was hard again. It started to hurt but he was too horny not to find lust in the feeling.

"It's okay. I'll take care of you, horny bastard" Alex whispered as he kissed him softly. This time it was a caring kiss, filled with love. "You just be a good boy and let me take care of you"

Jorge was tempted to respond. He didn't. At least not with real words. Instead he responded with a painful cry as he felt the plug being removed in a swift motion. Despite the addictional lube and the careful try to losen his muscle rim some more, it still hurt like a bitch.

But Alex just laughed and to Jorge's shock, he simply shoved his boxers down, just enough to get his cock out. He gave himself a few quick stockes despite being rock hard since they started. It had taken a riders level of self control not to come just from dry humping and sucking his lovers nipples.

He had been leaking for quite a while now and his own patient was gone now. He was tired of teasing. Not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

So he placed himself in the older with one strong motion. He felt the heat around him. He felt him so close. He leaned over him, feeling his boyfriend as close as he only was when they were having sex. He never wanted to miss this feeling. He buried himself inside him with no mercy or regard of the pain that it produces in the oversensitive body of the older. Not that he cared.

On the contrary, he loved the feeling. It pushed all the right buttons and caused an itching sensation under his skin. He leaned forward, looking for Alex, feeling his body against his own and grabbing him hard. He felt the soft material of the shirt and clinged with his hands in it as he groaned.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing and a few caring kissed, he felt Alex moving. At first it was just a little, like he was testing how far he could go. But as soon as the younger one noticed that he wasn't protesting or showing any indication of unwanted discomfort, he started to go faster and faster.

Alex just took in that moment. He was in full control and he knew that. He had his lover exactly where he wanted him to be. Naked. Underneath him. Begging him. Begging for his cock. Begging to be fucked by him.

"Fuck you're so tight" Alex groaned. "Tight and hot and... GOD! You look amazing filled with my cock" "Harder. ALEX! Fuck! Per favor!" He even slipped in Mallorcan.

Marquez got what he wanted. He wanted to be in control and feel the power he had over him. He wanted to use it to make his lover feel good. He wanted to see him fall apart so he could build him up again. He wanted to realize that this was his doing.

The first time they switched roles, it was different. Jorge had taught him what to do and explain it to him. If felt more like Jorge had guided Alex hands while fingerling him open and then fucking him.

But now he was free and able to do whatever he pleased because he knew Jorge would give him everything he wanted willingly. He didn't had to beg if he didn't want to. He didn't had to ask cause it wasn't a question.

Jorge gave Alex everything and Alex gave him just as much. He took for his own pleasure and gave it straight back. He was addicted to the feeling of being connected to his lover. He needed to feel his skin pressed against his, irregular thrust creating a sound clapping sounds, like applause that they did the right thing by having found each other.

Alex thrusted deep inside him, over and over again. Constantly screaming and grunting, moaning and begging to go harder. They voices ecoed through the room, bouncing back, heard by the other but cause they were too deep in the moment, they didn't realized them. They disappeared meaningless and yet holding an undescribed worth for both of them.

They were entangled. Their bodies and minds and words. They were connected and it was the most perfect sensation for them.

When they came, it was like a firework. They came chanting the others name, both drunk on the sensation. The words were dancing througj the Rom. "Jorge" "A-Alex" falling in the right places, intervened together like themself.

Alex felt the tight sensation around his spend cock. Jorge's muscles were clenching around him, getting impossible tight with every breath. Just from this feeling, he could come again. But he was too tired to find out.

He had come inside Jorge as requested and fell now on the bed next to his lover. The white liquid started dripping out of the older man. Not that they cared. The sheets were by far the last thing on their mind.

The Ceveran was too busy to quickly wrapped his arms around Jorge. He was the only important thing and the one only he wanted to be close to know. He was holding him tightly, as they were both trying to catch their breath.

They didn't speak. Not yet. Their vocal cords were rough from the yelling and moaning and their breath was still shaking. They needed to get air in their lunges first. And their brains didn't ahd the capacity to understand or produce words anyway. They just kissed.

Alex kissed his face and neck and babbled away. He got his energy back way quicker and used to it to tell his lover sweet endearments.

After a few minutes, Alex suddenly stood up. He whispered something, the other didn't understand. But Jorge felt the hot body that until than was pressed closely against his skin leave it's familiar spot. He felt the mattress giving in and then straighten up.

Confused he blinked. His vision was blurry, so he needed a few seconds to comprehend that he was watching Alex stand up. He watched him turn his back on him and cross the room. He had left his place on his side.

For a horrible moment he thought he'd got up to leave. Jorge thought this little stunt had been Alex final straw. The one act of annoying that had been too much. The thing he had feared the most.

He regretted it so much. He knew he should have talked about it more. He knew he should have made sure that Alex was actually on board instead of just accepting his offer of taking control. And now he had to deal with the consequences. The man he loved the most in the whole world ended up leaving him used like all the others did before him.

"Alex" he whined. He had to try at least. He felt tears getting in his eyes and his hand reaching out to him. He was shivering, still weak from the orgasm. "No. Stay. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, stay. Please. I'll be better. I'll be whatever you want me to be"

It was then that Alex turned around. It was a swift and quick moved. He took one look at Jorge and immediately crossed the room. He gathered his lover in his arms again, pulling him as close as somehow possible and kissing him softly.

"Oh darling, who said I was leaving?" he asked kissing his cheeks softly. He kissed his face and his shoulder and every piece of skin he could reach without letting Jorge go of his hug. "I'll never leave you. I promise"

He tried to speak as careful and as softly as he could all while convincing his boyfriend. "Please, my love, my darling... I.... I don't want you to be sorry. This was fun. This is fun. I'm having fun. I swear and I want you to have fun too. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. And if you don't like something, I don't want it either. So please... Please don't try to be something you're not. Not here. Not with me. Not when I love you to bits when you are yourself"

He felt the other nodd, his eyes falling shut again and Alex kissed him. "It's okay, my love... Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up" And he decided that cleaning them up wasn't as important as staying with Jorge.

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this was a bitch to make since my self perception is flimsy at best, but yeah! thats me (i guess)

[get-more-bald]

the biggest thing about X6 is not that he doesn't think of himself as human (though he doesn't, and according to some it's correct) BUT that he doesn't see himself as a Person

[unnamed-atlas]

Finally finished sweet tooth s3. Having incredibly mixed feelings

[zexonyte]

yeah i made him a fish lookin thang whatcha gonna do about it

[dazzelmethat]

*reaches out my hand and grabs you* I have the power to subject non vocaloid people to pinop..

TW: for flashing lights

Mushroom mother analysis in my tags. ..

[tomatoluvr69]

I think you’re very wise so I’ll ask you: how does one make friends in their 20s. Like I have a friend group and stuff but I’d like to branch out more. Maybe fuck around find love. Who knows. But how …….

I’m pretty floored by this compliment not gonna lie…and I should be clear that I’ve also struggled with finding friends out of college. I wound up moving back to my college town where I had some connections already, but I can tell you what I did to branch out from those people and make new ones? This is just what’s worked for me, and it’s been slow going, but here goes :-) putting it under a readmore because it got really long and rambly hehe

I had a pretty rough summer when, after 5-6 months of my living here, two of my closest friends (literally 2/3 of the people I decided to move here to be near!) moved to other cities in rapid succession & i had a tough adjustment. What I did to heal was to take some time where I was very intentionally kind of scaling back my social life because I recognized that the irrational hurt that resulted from those departures made it so that I wasn’t in a healthy headspace (thinking a lot of thoughts like companionship is pointless, friendships are born to die, my life will be a long and pointless cycle of making friends -> they abandon me for a partner -> make new friends -> they abandon me for a partner). I had the wherewithal to recognize those thoughts as reactionary, and pretty far removed from the truth, but I was still having them all the time. But I gave myself a purposeful fallow period and I think it REALLY helped. I know that’s not your situation but it’s helpful to explain my experience. (And also just to say, see if you can recognize thought patterns and doubts you have around new friendships as fallacious or insecure if you think they are! Challenge them in your head, and correct them.)

Then, in the fall, I found myself opening up again. Because of my little break (I spent a LOT of time with my very close friend, which maybe wasn’t the most ideal for either of us— but we weathered it) I had the clarity to observe what worked for me and what didn’t, and set challenges for myself. I’m a pretty shy person, and the really fucking annoying truth I’ve come to realize over and over again is that in order to have a rich and thriving social life, I must grit my teeth and fight against those impulses nigh constantly. It is not my nature to cold text an acquaintance who’s on the brink of being a friend to make plans for the first time. That shit is scary to me!!! But I have been fucking forcing myself to make that kind of leap. Basically, the rules I have been trying (and oftentimes failing!) to hold myself to:

1. Almost every other young adult around you is also quietly lonely and hoping for more social connections, especially at that post-college stage. People are thrilled to be reached out to. Remember this first and foremost!! Reassure yourself that no one thinks you’re a freak for being friendly.

2. Text first sometimes (often). You HAVE to do this— if everyone sat around and waited to be enveloped into friendships, no one would have any friends at all. Think about how touched you are when someone makes the first move to you— asks for your number, uses it, suggests a hangout. It’s scary and it sucks but then it’s sooo worth it.

3. This one’s controversial…but I have a policy of “yes”. I do not say no to an invitation. And I do not allow myself to cancel unless I’m ACTUALLY ill. No “self care” excuse. No “I’m tired/depressed/long day at work” excuse. The ONLY exception is if I have a rigid commitment already (or if I’m vomiting or have covid which is…infrequent lol). I always go to the scary party, the nerve-wracking dinner at a friend of a friend’s. Sometimes I have a hunch I’ll hate it, and I do. But most of the time I have that hunch I’m proven wrong and very pleasantly surprised at how nice of a time I’ve had. This is how I’ve deepened acquaintance relationships into friendships, because it allowed me to see people a whole bunch of times and get accustomed to them and talk to them little by little and be less scared of them. but it was harrrrrrd, and it took a long time. I’m only now feeling like I’m actually friends with people I met like… 6-10 months ago.

Those are my rules, but basically it boils down to forcing myself out there way more than I’m comfortable with. And honestly, it’s already changing my personality and becoming more easy.

Also re: seeing people again a whole bunch of times. Become a regular somewhere!!! Join a club, my friend is in a writer’s group that has formed some very solid connections, I have friends who meet up all the time in an earth skills sharing capacity. I have a friend in some sort of trans baseball league or something? I’ve seen posts online for like idk a queer craft meetup, a diverse authors book club, affinity hiking groups, etc. A lot of my friends (and sometimes I!) go to a weekly themed night at a dive bar & over time have gotten to know a lot of the other regulars. Is there a bar near you that has a recurrent event that intrigues you? Goth night, dyke night, karaoke? it won’t happen overnight, you gotta go again and again and and again. But find social hobbies, and by seeing people again in the same place, you will first recognize them, then become friendly, then perhaps even become friends.

Now some disclaimers: I’m very lucky to be well positioned as the best friend and roommate of an incredibly outgoing person, who is the type to become a nucleus of any social scene he enters into. People love him, and want him around, and he loves me and wants me around! This makes things much easier for me, and without that connection, I’d be much more isolated! So I guess some advice there is to be on the lookout for the type of person who effortlessly gathers people. Sometimes I think (unfortunately lol) of the biblical phrase “fisher of men”. But it’s quite apt. If you find yourself being fished, go along with it!! Even if you don’t click completely with that gregarious person, the likelihood that you’ll be thrown into orbit with others is high, and you may find people through that. Let them invite you places! Meet their friends!! Friends who have served this role in my life have been absolutely indispensable for me & I try to actively emulate their modi operandi as much as possible

If you have a pretty closed off friend group, you could work on changing that? Another concrete piece of advice (and one that’s brand new to me lol) is to become a host! Have a brunch potluck or throw a birthday at your place. Invite your friends and have them bring along someone you might not know! Invite people you’re friendly acquaintances with. One of the nicest ways to build community is through like casual, open, and recurrent gatherings. Highly, highly recommend low stakes evenings like potlucks & yard fires & movie nights but especially potlucks. Sometimes you gotta be the gatherer if you want it to happen. I’m brewing up a brunch potluck later this month & im forcing myself kicking and screaming to include a few people I don’t know that well, despite the voice in my head that’s like “why would they want to come hang out with YOU…” (see rule one!!!!!). And again, I’m very lucky to live in a very special town with social people all around, but no one is going to come along and create that culture where it doesn’t already exist. Well, they might…but you can either sit around and wait for them to appear OR you can start fostering that community for yourself. I guess the idea is to take the connections you already have and BUILD! :-) I’m happy to hear you have some friends around you already, I’d really encourage you to start holding casual gatherings and make it explicitly clear that you’d love for them to bring people along.

Oh and also, I’ve found that hosting things TOGETHER is a huge help, it’s hard for me sometimes to put myself out there as the person for whom people will be showing up— but I have teamed up with friends to take the scary edge off. Me and my best friend had a combined birthday party last spring despite our birthdays being a month apart. No one cared about that, and we had so much fun with our goofy wacky theme!! And me and my roommates are all hosting a backyard party together at the end of Jan. This is a great arrangement for me as the shy one of the trio lol. So team up, if you and your friend see a tiktok of a theme dinner, or a costume party, or a scavenger hunt you’d like to recreate, toss it out there! Throw the soup party. Throw the dress like your fave character night. Throw the movie night with themed snacks.

My other disclaimer is that I have a healthy and moderate relationship with drinking, and because of that, I can have a glass of wine or something to help me out at a gathering where I feel very scared. They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing. That’s not an advantage everyone has, and I’m not necessarily advocating for it, but boy does it help me feel less like an alien robot when I’m out somewhere. Having a single g&t sometimes makes all the difference between going into the bar where my friend is playing a show and running back to my car and driving home listening to radiohead all alone. Weed has the opposite effect so I avoid it almost entirely lol. Just pay attention to the way substances affect you if they’re rife in your circles. If you’re sober, look for people who do lots of other things other than drinking— easier said than done, I know, but that’s another reason to throw your own little gatherings— they can be dinners or brunches or movies or hikes or museum outings where there’s no need for things you don’t partake in.

Ok the TLDR of all this is a) push yourself by force to put yourself out there. This is unfortunately an iron-clad prerequisite, like it or not (and I don’t like it…). Grab someone’s number, text them first, go to your random nice coworker’s birthday party where you’ll only know the host. throw a potluck so you can gather budding connections together. b) find what you love to do and do it with others, regularly. You don’t even have to like it that much I guess— just find a way to be exposed to the same people again and again and again. c) repeat to yourself over and over and over and over again that people are WAYYYY more receptive than you think they’ll be— they’re fucking lonely! Our way of life is fucking lonely!! And they think WAYYYY more positively about you than you think they do!!! I absolutely promise. I have ABYSMAL social self esteem and am frequently floored by this discovery but it’s very true. But people want me around because I’m funny and smart and kind and unique. And they want you around for all those same reasons, I promise.

And last thing, it takes fucking TIME. it takes forever. It takes practice and discomfort and stomping all over your hard-won instincts and behaving in ways that are terrifying and brand new to you. But keep seeing people, and take the leap of being the initiator, and give it time and effort and you can do it!!!!! Again these are just the things that have worked for me, your mileage may vary! But genuinely best of luck and I would LOVEEEE to hear updates :-)

PS (I hope this (or like any of this answer lmao help) doesn’t sound condescending, it’s not meant to come across that way, I just tend to ramble. And also I tend to forget that other people don’t always have as much trouble with these social skills as I’ve had so if I’m overexplaining that’s why!! Lol) you can rehearse things in your head as much as you want and no one will ever know. I literally have small talk scripts lmaooooooo. I’ve literally used strangers to practice a method of like interviewing people to get to know them where you just continue to ask questions relevant to what they just said. and you could practice saying things like “want to grab some coffee after this?” or like “hey let me make sure I grab your number, here’s my phone!” and no one will ever know you had to practice like you’re in an elementary school play LOL. I’ve learned so many like normal person social skills just by watching gregarious friends talk to people and straight up intentionally emulating them. bc im normal…. And also intentional and borderline saccharine phrasing like saying “I’d love to have you!” Instead of “if you wanna come” or something. Ok actually I’ve rambled on for soooo long now I hope at least a tiny shred of this was helpful :-)

Okay and another quick edit SORRY. CAMPING!!!!!!!!! If you have ANY desire to camp whatsoever DO IT!!!! NOTHING jumpstarts a new friendship like a camping trip, you can like fast forward through literal months of the early stages if you can get your friend to bring a friend etc. and if not, a nice long hike, if that’s something your body’s not gonna scream at you about haha. GO OUTSIDE WITH PEOPLE IM SO DEADLY SERIOUS.

[sadgirlautumn]

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[chronic-crassicaudiosis]

Lately I've been feeling invisible around everyone, acquaintances and friends.

For months I have been the only one to reach out and felt like they (my +10years friends) were even avoiding me or I was annoying them when I entered the conversation.

Yesterday's night I got so fed up I just quietly left and deleted them from everything. I did not block them, If they want they can still reach me.

The saddest part it's that they are not going to notice anything. They haven't notice anything. Maybe I should have done this before...

OT 30 min later: they are blocking Telegram in Spain rn, so if you want to keep using while its gone install a vpn or enable a proxy XOXO

[madetolooklikeus]

for a wholly unprepared listener Sangfielle imo. higher production value + straightforwardly standalone so you don't get confused on whether you should already know sth + not as politically dense with factions and npcs. like I guess it's normal for some of us to relisten to catch all that's going on, but it's a lot to put on new listeners. so with SF you can like get a feel for the style of the show, its broad ideas and dynamics, at a relatively low investment. and after that move on to Marielda, PZN, CW, or even AiH depending on like individual preferences.

alright fatt fans settle once and for all

feel free to defend your position as staunchly as possible. a note: this is not where you personally started listening, but what you suggest to get someone hooked in or invested as soon as possible. (hieron and pzn/plsd are split like this because of the considerations of one being a direct sequel of the other, but if you have takes on individual starts sound off)

[purple-plum-petals]

Hi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous 🫣

⊱ Blood-stained Lips ⊰ || Mr. Scarletella X Reader

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Character(s): Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MC’s Lore and Specifically Scarletella Rain Ending), Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (and Horror Elements), Mild Jealousy, Slightly Suggestive. Anything spoken in the other world’s language will be bolded. Genre: Drabble, Light Angst (Hurt/Comfort), Pre-established Romantic Relationship (It’s Complicated, honestly). Word Count: ~2,140 words Request: “Hi! Is it okay if I ask for another homicipher fic? I just got all the endings, and I'm obsessed. What about Scarletta trying to be physically affectionate with MC after seeing how protective Mr. Crawling is with them (perhaps even secretly peeking/knowing how often the crawling man hugged you, you two petting or shaking each other's heads, and using the word "cute" on each other.) I need Scarletta jealous 🫣” Author’s Note: Okay so, like… Mr. Scarletella is probably one of the more nerve-wracking characters for me to write for, but I absolutely adored this ask, so I gave writing him in drabble format a shot! (It’s also pretty funny how the fandom has unanimously agreed that Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletella would not get along and would be actively antagonistic toward each other lmao). I think his dynamic with the MC is fascinating… the whole parasocial relationship the two of them have going on throughout the game is such a unique choice (love the simp energy he gives off, too, since I wasn’t expecting that from his character haha). This ended up being kind of suggestive at the end?? Nothing too crazy or anything, just him being very happy about being able to touch you. Anyway, I hope this isn’t too OOC – enjoy! 

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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Even though his memories had been forgotten, parts of himself and his identity erased after you successfully defeated him, Mr. Scarletella occasionally found himself thinking of moments he couldn’t even recall witnessing. 

In his mind, he sees you with another resident of the realm, their long black hair cascading down their form while their laugh echoes through an empty corridor. He sees their fingers threading through your hair, moving their hands up and down along your scalp, and tousling your locks… 

Mr. Scarletella hears your laughter fill the space, too. The sound is light and airy, and he finds his chest tightening at the hazy memory. It’s an uncomfortable feeling and certainly was not one he enjoyed experiencing. It almost felt like knives being shoved repeatedly into his torso, a stinging and aching sensation that spread throughout his entire body from a singular point.

Almost absentmindedly, his hand comes to rest on the left side of his chest, the side where a heart would be located if he possessed one like you did. Mr. Scarletella hears a gentle murmur interrupt his thoughts, a noise that cuts through the fog in his mind like a saw slicing through flesh and sinew. 

“You okay?” Your voice echoes, and his pitch-black eyes dart down to meet with yours. You’re holding a red umbrella – his very heart and soul – in your hands. Your hold isn’t painful, nor is it gentle. It was perfect, just like you, he thought to himself. 

Rain drips down the water-resistant material of the umbrella that was permanently stained a bright, bloody red, and it falls onto the clear rubber of your raincoat before sliding down your form. Both the umbrella and your coat effectively keep your body dry from the elements. Mr. Scarletella, on the other hand, was completely soaked, having no issue walking beside you while the rain clung to his clothing and chilled his skin.  

If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the heat of your body spreading throughout his chest and warming his form from the inside out. Oh, how happy he would be if the small flame within him sparked into something more, forming a fiery inferno inside his body. Even if you were to burn him, set an uncontrollable blaze within him that only left an empty husk behind, he would be content.  

Your brows are furrowed while you crane your neck back to look at him, the sound of rain around the two of you, effectively breaking up the long stretch of silence. He was acting a bit strange today, you thought to yourself. While the man dressed in red was never really normal in the conventional sense, he was much more quiet today than usual. 

Mr. Scarletella’s gaze used to be immensely nervewracking, his hollow stare once being able to cause the hair on the back of your neck to stand on edge, but you had grown used to it after spending so much time together. The two of you were in your old realm, the one you left behind to stay in the other world. You were fairly close to the haunted apartments he used to call his home and the site where you would dump the bodies of anyone unfortunate to cross your path… The start of everything that led you to where you are now. 

“You quiet… What you thinking about?” You ask him, shifting the hold of the umbrella in your hand to the other. You hadn’t brought your weapon today, wanting to give Mr. Scarletella a chance to experience a “typical” date, one that didn’t consist of violence and murder for a change. However, he had been in a daze since the two of you arrived, and that was somewhat out of character for him. 

Shifting your stance to better face him, your feet sink slightly into the mud beneath you. You look down at your boot-clad feet and frown. While you had grown used to being in a constant state of uncleanliness since the other world didn’t have showers readily or easily available, it was still quite annoying to clean mud from the soles of your shoes. This was the type of mud that threatened to pull your shoe from your foot if you were to try tugging on it, but you pushed your frustration to the side to focus on the man in front of you. 

Mr. Scarletella hums and reaches his hand out to your head, placing his palm against your hair, and you freeze. Your hair sticks to his deathly cold hand, almost as if static electricity was coursing through his fingers. 

It was soft under his skin, your hair, yet he could feel that some knots had begun to form near the base of the strands. Then, he begins to rub his hand back and forth, effectively messing your hair up even more. Your mind blanks at his sudden movement, the action reminding you of Mr. Crawling.

“Why… you touch me?” You ask, staring up at him as the rain begins to fall even harder, your grip on the umbrella in your hand tightening around the handle. The rain was so heavy that you could barely see into the distance, the horizon completely covered in a thick, gray mist. A sudden gust of wind blew Mr. Scarletella’s red hair, and within his usually hollow eyes swirled something you had never seen within them before. 

It reminded you of a storm rolling in across the ocean waves, a variety of emotions spiraling within his ashen irises. His hand never once leaves your body, instead sliding down the side of your head to cup your cheek in his palm. Whenever he touched you, it felt like TV static against your flesh, and you could see white-and-black dots begin to dance across your vision as a light hum filled your ears. 

Mr. Scarletella’s flesh is cold, and it reminds you of a corpse the chill his touch leaves in its wake. His head tilts to one side and he whispers to you, his voice barely audible above the rain crashing around you, “I want you – want to touch you.” 

Before you can even speak or formulate a response to his words, he quickly pulls his hand away from your skin. It felt like you had burnt him, yet he found himself not minding the stinging sensation that danced across his flesh. His hand dropped lifelessly to his side before he muttered an apologetic, “Sorry. Shouldn’t have touched you.”

After taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shake your head and tell him, “...You okay,” before turning on your heel to walk away. You glance at him over your shoulder, his form becoming further soaked from the storm. It was kind of amusing, you thought, seeing such a previously powerful entity look like a stray, sopping-wet cat. 

Eventually, you gesture for him to come with one hand, the order of, “Follow me.” coming out of your lips, loud enough for him to hear.

He teleports to you before you can even finish your sentence, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his as he waits to see where you want to go. A huff of air forces its way out of your nose, chuckling at his obedience before you lightly graze his hand with your nails. It’s strange touching him, his form more like an illusion than a body made of flesh and blood. 

The two of you make your way across the waterlogged fields and flooded, muddy roads. Your footsteps splash in the puddles beneath you as you walk while Mr. Scarletella moves without making a single noise, merely a ghost in this world. Soon, however, the abandoned apartments come into view, and you lead him inside the old concrete structure. 

You pause as soon as your feet make contact with the cracked floor of the building, making sure that you can’t hear the sound of another living being within the hollow corridors. You close the umbrella when nothing catches your attention, making sure to shake it a few times to try and remove the raindrops that have accumulated on its surface. You watch as the water falls to the ground, making small, dark grey circles on the concrete. 

Looking over your shoulder, you watch as Mr. Scarletella watches you in return while holding the umbrella, waiting patiently for you to say something as a shiver runs down his spine. His hands that were hanging at his sides were closed, and he was clenching and unclenching his fingers almost like he was fighting the urge to place his palms against your skin once more.  

You can’t help but chuckle at his demeanor, placing the now-closed umbrella down so it was leaning against the wall. You do the same, leaning back on the wall before you hold your arms out to him, saying with a small smirk, “You can touch me.”

You jumped slightly at the speed at which he appeared in front of you. His body hunched over yours while he watched your expression intently, his black eyes partially hidden behind the thick curtain of red hair that cast shadows across his sickly complexion. Mr. Scarletella places his palm on your head, telling you smoothly, “Thank you.”

One of his hands begins to tentatively pat your skull while he enjoys the feeling of your hair against his palm. Then, his other hand soon joins, and you close your eyes while you allow him to pat you like a dog. It felt a bit demeaning in a way, but also strangely comforting, and it reminded you of one of the friendliest residents of the other world you had met. 

Your eyes flutter shut almost out of habit, allowing the man in front of you to enjoy the rare moment with you. His hands started out resting against the top and sides of your head, the movement of palms against your hair causing it to become messy and sticking up because of the static he created. 

Then, they tentatively travel to your face, cupping your cheeks before he brushes his thumbs underneath your eyes. You jolt a bit when his cold hand brushes against your neck, swallowing harshly when you feel him trace a finger down your SCM. Your breathing hitches while he explores your skin, and your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip in response. 

Then, you feel his touch pause, and Mr. Scarletella whispers against your neck, the pad of his thumb swiping against your lips, “...blood.” 

“Oh, uh…” You open your eyes and look at him, seeing the way he’s staring up at you while his face remains close to your jugular. Your hand goes up to your lips, and you wince when you feel the soreness. When you pull your fingers away from your mouth, you see the blood that clings to them. Geez, you didn’t think you had bit your lip that hard. 

You tell Mr. Scarletella, patting his head much like how he had been doing with you, “I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

He smiles widely and lights up at your words. Suddenly, he grabs your face and hastily presses his lips to yours. Your eyes grow at the sudden act, and a strangled noise leaves your throat. It wasn’t a bad noise, per se, you just hadn’t been expecting that from him. Typically, he waited until you permitted him to do that... He must have been too excited to hold back this time around.

You were speechless when he pulled away from you, noticing your blood that was now smeared across his lips. He licks it away, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips before he asks you, “...You happy?”

You can’t help but laugh at his question, reaching up to place your hand on his head while your giggles echo throughout the empty hallways, patting him softly. Mr. Scarletella’s smile falters while he focuses on the feeling of your touch, on burning the memory of your expression and the sweet sound of your laughter into his mind. It made him feel strange knowing he was the one making you react in such a way, but it was good.

He wanted to do it more. 

“Yes, I happy. You cute.” You reply, smiling warmly at him while he stares at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“I like you.” He says, sounding almost breathless as his body hunches over more, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hands explore the rest of your body, stroking and touching and petting you. Mr. Scarletella didn’t want this moment to end. 

You chuckle as his breath fans against your skin, telling him gently as you feel his fingers work out any knots in your hair, “I know.” 

“I like you, I like you, I like you…” He murmurs against your flesh, “I love you.”

[ajellybee]

Chat, the freak nasty demons are speaking to me again. NOT proof read. i literarlly slipped out the shower and the laptop fell in my hands and accidentally opened tumblr..

JJk AU, college probably, honestly. Freak frat boy Sukuna is LIVING in my brain rn. I want that. desire that. dream of that.

NSFW, MDNI go to bed,

whore sukuna(obvi), fem virgin!reader, first time, pussy got him whipped

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Finished the fic based of this HC: Tamed

Hope you like!!!

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⟢best friend!sukuna who's a FREAK, i mean like, new girl every week. he's always telling you the nitty gritty details too "Oh she was nasty nasty. she passed out, woke up and still asked for more of this dick"

⟢best friend! sukuna who is KNOWN for how good his dick is. It's big and he knows how to use it, and his hands, and his mouth. The whole campus hears his past girls talk as if he's a sex god fr. Girls are always asking you about him. "Oh my god! you know him right? you guys are close, yeah? could you put in a good word for me?"

⟢best friend! sukuna who always teased you for being a virgin, but never made any moves on you.

⟢virgin! reader who always came off as someone who didn't care about being a virgin. "You fuck enough for the both of us, Kuna...and like five other people too.." and at first you didn't care, but the closer you got to sukuna, the more curious you got.

⟢best friend! sukuna who could not believe his ears when you asked him to be your first. "well, I know you know what you are doing...and I trust you Kuna. but! don't feel pressured its no biggy.."

⟢best friend! sukuna who almost died and thanked every god out there. he's had the FATTEST crush of you for the longest time. Sure he wanted to take you on a date first, you are NOT just a quickie like the others, but who's he to turn down a good fuck? specially from you. "yeah I'll fuck you baby"

⟢best friend! sukuna who does not do his normal "bam bam thank you ma'am routine", but takes his time with you, peppering every inch of you in soft kisses, preparing your virgin cunt and taking pleasure in the way you taste and stretch around his fingers. He swears he saw the pearly gates when he finally sunk into you, and at that moment made a mental note to get rid of his booty call list

⟢virgin!reader who's pussy turned sukuna into a babbling mess over you. Sucking him in so well while you let out low moans so prettily in his ear. and when you whispered "ryo" so desperatly... "mmm pussy so good, augh fuck...fuck squeeze me like that and i'll- !!"

⟢best friend! sukuna who sets a new record with how fast he cums in you. it catches him more off guard than you. and oh when you squeeze down on his cock when you cum he nearly releases a second time. "fuck you should have let me hit sooner, baby"

⟢best friend? sukuna who is now thinking of all the ways he can court you now. whoring days behind! all it took was some good puss to domesticate him. "Let's take a shower and go out for dinner, yeah?" (he wasn't asking) yes he did hit again in the shower, you gave him a taste and now he's addicted.

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oh my god. i want him so bad its shameful. the ovulation is starting to get to me i am NOT your strongest soldier. I wanna make a full fic of this. Yes i forgot about the nanami one, its on the back burner now !!! i NEEED this sukuna one rn

im very open to feedback and ideas!! <333