#and feel free to yell with me if you watch

[jihoonjuseyo]

pic credits not mine!

ps, the rabbits are a pun to this btw

summary: soonyoung loves to use your own toys on you.

cw: afab!reader, toys, cunnilingus, basically pussy worship, hoshi is hungry

for some reason, watching you desperately squeeze and shiver around the vibrating toy in your cunt made him feel like he was feral. he had so much control over your body and pleasure, and it’s something that hits him straight in the ego.

“soonyoung,” you’d be panting, fingers gripping the sheets as you obeyed his earlier threat to move your hands away from your stimulated pussy. your eyes were begging him, eyebrows upturned and mouth parted.

he swore he’d never see anything this beautiful again as he’s positioned between your legs, upright and looking down at you as his hand slowly, tauntingly dragged the buzzing vibrator in and out of your wet cavern. “shhh, pretty… can you see how wet you are for me?” he’d smile, purposely hooking his thumb to rub circles on your clit in a teasing fashion. instinctively, your back would arch and he’d note how your tits jiggled with every squirm.

“no? then just hear yourself.” soonyoung leaned over your form, spreading your legs wider as he placed a lazy kiss to your forehead. you squealed when he applied pressure to a button on the toy, causing it to start vibrating heavier. he’d give a soft chuckle before he continued his actions more fluidly, finding a perfect rhythm.

he began to kiss down your chest, nipping and dragging his wet tongue along your stomach before he made it to your mound. his teeth caught on his lip as he watched your clit twitch and your hips chase his thrusting dildo. he couldn’t resist, leaning in to give an experimental lick to your sensitive nub.

“ah! soonyoung-“

“shut up, you don’t know what it’s like watching you,” he mumbled quickly before giving a gentle suck.

you felt insane. his lips attacking your clit while his hand is pushing a sex toy in and out of you. it was so much at once, you couldn’t help your eyes rolling back as you reached down to lightly thread through and pull his blond strands of hair. his free hand helped to pull one side of your pussy, opening your hole just a bit more to slide it in. when you gasped, starting to whine, you felt his lips smirk against your clit as he retracted.

“mm, right there?” he asked you rhetorically, tongue flicking against you as his hand started to thrust the vibrator at a slight upward angle, just like how you know his cock does.

“yes! yeah right there, right there,” you cooed, hips lifting off the bed to chase his mouth.

that’s when he’d give a light growl, tongue flattening against your clit and giving a rough lick before he’s closing his lips around it, giving it a few soft, sloppy sucks while he continued to abuse your pussy with the toy. “too much,” you started to cry, hands now weakly pushing at his forehead. “w-want your cock, soonie..”

“ssshhhh….” is all he’d say. you had to stop him. you had to stop him before you came— “oh..! oh god, oh fuck… fuck!” you yelled, when soonyoung finally looped that free hand around your thigh, pulling you as physically close as possible as you began to ride his face and the dildo, chasing a high that resulted in spots of slick covering the lower half of soonyoung’s face. he let you ride it out, eating every drop that tickled his tongue, the buzzing of the vibrator only heightening the sensation. he only hummed, pulling away slowly before turning off the vibrator and letting it sit for a second.

he looked at your fucked-out form, hands sliding against the sheets aimlessly and eyes trying to find focus on him. he slowly pulled it out, watching the little breaths leave your mouth. “hey beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his full-clothed body next to yours.

he used a soft finger, turning your head to face him so you had some direction. “did we like that?” he whispered, knowing the answer. a heavy chuckle left him when you nodded, warm body finding the strength (with his help) to turn to your side and cuddle against him.

[astars-things]

video game bingo

Vinnie hacker x reader

It started as a joke. Just a little something to keep myself entertained while Vinnie streamed for hours on end, lost in the world of League of Legends. I had crafted my own little "Vinnie Hacker Stream Bingo" card, filled with all his signature habits.

Moans when frustrated? Check.

Pops a Zyn? Oh, that’s an easy one.

Hits the desk? That’s a free space.

The list went on, and every time he streamed, I’d fill in a new card, never quite managing to hit a full row. But tonight? Tonight was different.

I curled up on the couch behind him, out of frame but close enough to hear the familiar sounds of his game. His chair was slightly turned toward the monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard as his brows furrowed in concentration. I grinned, marker in hand, watching the inevitable unfold.

First, it was the moan—one of those deep, frustrated groans he let out whenever someone on his team made a dumb play. My marker swooped across the square.

A few minutes later, I heard the unmistakable sound of him cracking open his Zyn tin. Another check.

His chat was spamming messages, probably roasting him, but I was locked in, watching like a hawk. Then it happened—an unfortunate team fight, an ult gone wrong, and Vinnie smacked his desk with the flat of his palm. The sound echoed in the room. My breath hitched as I realized I was one square away from victory.

I was practically bouncing in my seat now, waiting for that final piece to fall into place. And then, as if the universe itself wanted me to win, he leaned into his mic, groaning, "Dude, How is he not dead. This game is so bad."

I gasped dramatically, slammed my marker down, and shot up from my seat.

“BINGO!”

Vinnie’s chair froze mid-rock, his head snapping toward me, brows knit together in complete confusion.

“Wait… what?”

His chat was already going insane. Messages flooded in:

“OMG SHE FINALLY DID IT.” “THE BINGO QUEEN.” “VINNIE LOOK AT THE PAPER.”

He rolled his chair over to me, still looking lost. “What do you mean, bingo?”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing and held up my paper, proudly displaying my masterpiece. His eyes scanned the words—

Moans Pops a Zyn Hits the desk Complains about the game Says ‘how is not dead'

Vinnie groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Ain’t no way you made a bingo card of my stream habits.”

I grinned, tapping the page. “You do this literally every time. I was bound to win eventually.”

His chat was now fully invested, spamming messages like “Make this a drinking game” and “Vinnie is so predictable lmao.” He shook his head, turning back to his mic.

“Chat, I feel betrayed,” he said, though his smirk betrayed him. “My own girlfriend is out here farming content off me.”

I leaned into frame just enough for chat to see my smug expression. “Don’t hate the player, babe. Hate the game.”

He let out a groan but couldn’t stop smiling. “I swear, I can’t do anything without you making a game out of it.”

I shrugged. “Keeps me entertained while you spend hours yelling at your screen.”

Vinnie chuckled, finally returning to his game, but not before tossing a playful glare over his shoulder. “Next time, I’m switching it up. You’ll never get bingo again.”

I just smirked, already planning my next card. “We’ll see about that.”

my first vinnie hacker fic hope you guys like it x

[genderqueerdykes]

okay i’ve been wondering about this for a while. i’ve seen a lot of fandom discourse that headcanoning a character who’s commonly accepted as transfem in fandom as a genderweird trans in all directions nb person is transfem erasure. is this true? i haven’t really thought so‚ but i might just be biased as a nb transmasc myself. (common examples include john egbert)

hello there, thanks for stopping by!

i am definitely the wrong person to ask about this, i am very sorry. i do not participate in fandom at all, i don't engage with much fiction and when i do, i don't get into it that much. my brain doesn't really latch on to fiction like it did when i was a kid. i still play games and watch anime here and there but i don't interact with fandoms, so i apologize for that. i find them to be genuinely uncomfortable and unsafe environments to be in due to being intersex and biracial. fandom spaces unfortunately tend to be extremely racist & intersexist. i had friends who were heavily involved in fandom as a teenager and i felt very unsafe due to the sheer amount of fetishiziation of intersex bodies that goes on in fandom spaces.

this is simply an outsider's perspective, but i don't really see fandoms as "representation" that can be "erased" because it's all conjecture and everyone has such wildly different opinions on what a character is or is not. it's not representation if it's not confirmed. if it's just a headcanon it's not representation, as it was not confirmed and thus is conjecture and speculation. i might be wildly off base as an outsider, but i always kinda thought the point of fandom was for everyone to express how they interact with that piece of media uniquely, and spread and share their thoughts and opinions? why are people trying to control how other people interact with a piece of fiction that they did not make...?

that seems antithetical to the idea of fandom. i thought it was supposed to be a fun hobby? again maybe i just *don't* get it as an outsider, but it makes no sense to me to try to control someone else's internal opinion on something that quite literally is not real. like at the end of the day none of these people are real, you can't hurt their feelings you're not 'erasing' anyone here, they're literally not real, and if it's only a headcanon that that person is transfem... then you're not. erasing. a transfem character, it's just conjecture. it doesn't matter what gender or sexuality you see them as because you're free to think and feel those ways in your head. you're allowed to engage in those thought experiments because that person quite literally is not real so it's okay to speculate on their identity. it's not okay to do this to another live person but if they're fictional who... cares?

this may sound really harsh but i need to stress to people that fictional characters are not real human beings, and stressing out over their genders or sexuality does nothing to help you. you can't hurt their feelings. you can't erase a transfem that isn't confirmed to be transfem. a headcanon is just that: a personal opinion. it shouldn't come to the point where it causes distress and fighting. this is a hobby, it is not one's entire life. i would recommend just blocking and not engaging with people who try to police how you interact with leisure behaviors. i don't think there's one true way to be "Right" about these kinds of things because it's literally all conjecture

also sorry, i have no idea who that character is! i don't know very many fictional characters by name so i can't lend any input there, apologies. for the future, if anyone is curious about my feelings on these sorts of things about other characters, i unfortunately cannot help you as there's a near 100% chance i am not familiar with them and can't lend any input

how can an opinion be right or wrong ... ? that just doesn't make sense to me. it's all opinion. it's not worth hurting other people over or yelling at each other. i'm sorry that i can't give you a more informed opinion, but i thought maybe an outsider's perspective could help somewhat. i hope this is somewhat informative or helpful to you at all- i honestly don't think it's right for people to try to control each others' headcanons because that is quite literally thought policing and i am not here for that. anyway, take care of yourself! thanks for stopping by :)

[brattyzanny]

Hihihi so first happy bday to Getou ^.^ I tried to get as close as I could to 3.4k words and barely got to 1.9k ;-; but I’m thinking of making this a series? Btw this isn’t proofread. Thank you for reading! Always feel free to comment any tips. My asks are open for requests! Thanks again ok bye!!!

Edit: sorry rereading it and fixing typos! I can’t deal with them omg

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MDNI BLANK PROFILES DNI

TW: angry sex, talk of death/violence, use of slut, brat, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight dubcon since they’re basically fight fucking? Tiny bit of a size kink, size difference, he’s older than reader. Reader is over 20.

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After fighting an especially difficult curse with Suguru both of you were pissed. He hadn’t been listening to you at all the whole time. That had led to both of you getting injured.

“All you had to fucking do is stay out of my way y/n.”

“Fuck that all you had to do was listen to me! You never listen to me. You act as if your age means anything. I’ve got enough experience and skill to fight that curse on my own if I needed to. You’d arrogance is going to get you or worse us killed one day Suguru.” You exclaim as you walk into your shared dorm. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“What experience? Kissing Satoru’s ass so he can train you when your just drooling over him? Ridiculous. Had I not been there you’d have gotten yourself killed. You should be thanking me!” Suguru yells walking up to you. He had a gash on his left cheekbone and bruises scattered along his sides. You were no better with a small cut on your forehead and bruises and scrapes on your legs from being thrown but the curse.

“Watch your tone Suguru you sound jealous. Mad I didn’t go to you to be my mentor? Satoru knows what he’s doing and he’s a great teacher. What’s a second year to you anyways? Not like you even care about anyone but yourself. I can’t stand you.” He was so close to you now. You hadn’t even realized that he had you pinned to the wall until one of his knees came between your legs keeping your thighs parted.

“You’re such a fucking brat. Always bitching about how someone does their fucking job. You think I’m jealous off you showing off your ass to Satoru when you’re practicing? Think I’m mad you didn’t choose me? Please. If I wanted you to be a little slut for me I’d have you on your knees right now choking on my cock.” Your breath hitched and your damned thighs squeezed around his leg slightly but enough to make Suguru’s smirk grow even wider.

“Look at you. Pussy practically throbbing thinking about my dick down your throat.” He leans into your neck and up to your ear. “Bet your little cunt is dripping for me.” He rasps as he presses his knee harder against your clothed pussy, indeed finding that you were almost soaking the thin fabric. You slap him. Hard. The silence is deafening before you find your voice.

“S-Suguru get off of m-me.” You pant feeling him chuckle darkly and bite at your neck. “This pussy doesn’t want me to stop. Wants me to keep touching her doesn’t it?” He smirks as his fingers trail down before you grab his arm stopping his descent .

“Fucking pervert.” You growl looking at him. Your heart is racing and your pussy is flooding as you take in his disheveled appearance. His hand circles around your throat gripping it hard making you gasp and snap your eyes to his dark violet ones.

“You need to know your place.” He growls staring back at you. “Only reason I was here today is because Gojo couldn’t be bothered with a second year. Not important enough. Basically forced me to deal with your bratty little ass.” His voice was smooth as silk but dark as ever. It sent shivers down your spine. With your eyebrows furrowed you struggled in his grasp growling back at him, “f-fuck you Geto. Fucking jealous that I-I’d rather fuck Satoru instead o-of y-you.” Your voice was broken due to his hand that was starting to get tighter around your throat. He pushed you harder against the wall forcing your legs wider before dipping his fingers into your panties just to find that your pussy had betrayed you. You were soaked just having him degrade and choke you.

“You thinking about him right now slut? You’re fucking dripping.” He groans looking down at his fingers, sticky with your arousal. He meets your eyes again as he slowly sucks his fingers clean of your juices groaning lowly at the taste. Your legs clamp around his and you can feel your nipples straining through the fabric of your uniform. No you can’t do this. You can’t let Suguru Geto fuck you like this….but you can feel his hot and heavy cock on your thigh. You glare at him. How dare he make your body react this way after nearly getting you killed.

“G-get off Suguru.” You groan feeling him slip his fingers back inside your panties.

“I think I’d rather teach you a lesson. You shouldn’t be talking back to your Sensei the way you are.” He taunts as his fingers swipe up and down your slit, spreading your wetness before rubbing harshly on your clit. You whimper and jolt at the friction, hands clawing at his wrist holding your neck so tightly.

“You still want me to let you go? So you can go play with this pussy in your room and moan my name? Yeah I hear you every night doll. Thinking you’re so fucking quiet. Fucking little slut.” He rasps slowly pushing two fingers inside you making you let out a breathy moan.

“Ahh~ S-stop. Mmnh.” You whine with your cheeks blazing red at this point. You don’t want him to but you have to put up a fight. He was your sensei right now and it’s not right.

“Mmm your sucking me in sweetheart. I don’t think you want me to stop baby.” He purrs into your ear as his fingers speed up and curl right into your g-spot making you moan his name and gush around his fingers.

“Heh look how good I can make you feel. And you want to act like you only want Satoru fucking this pussy? Maybe you’d like both of us to stretch you out.” Your pussy clenches at his words which make you whimper and sink your teeth into your plush bottom lip.

“Yeah I knew it. You’re a dirty little slut aren’t you?” Suguru taunts you as his fingers work your pussy into your first orgasm of the night.

“Haah please m’gonna c-cum Sugu~” you whine feeling your walls tighten around his thick fingers. He smirks down at you before sliding s third finger inside. That sends you soaring over the edge, back arching and nails raking down the arm he has holding your throat.

“Good fucking girl. Cum on my fingers I wanna taste this pretty little pussy.” He groans watching your face intently as you orgasm. You’re panting as you come down from your high watching as he slides his fingers form your sopping cunt and up to his mouth once more. He sucks off your juices and then takes you closer to him, meeting your lips in a rushed and passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue. Before you know it he has you lifted around his waist and he’s walking you toward his room.

“Can’t wait to fuck you dumb. To shut this bratty fucking mouth up.” He growls between kisses. Clothes go flying off of you two as you fight to see who can get the other undressed faster. His hair is now loose from his bun and yours is a mess cascading down your back. Both of your injuries are quickly forgotten as your both let your hands roam and grope the other, trying to get impossibly closer.

“Stop talking already and fuck me Suguru.” You groan reaching down and stroking his weeping cock. His teeth sink into your neck as he groans and pins you down against the bed.

“Gonna ruin your slutty little cunt.” His voice is raspy and dark as he flips you over onto your stomach, ass in the air and pussy dripping with arousal. You haven’t had sex in a while and you know he’s going to stretch you so much. He slaps his heavy dick onto your pussy, making you let out a pathetic whimper as he grabs your hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling you up so your back is flush with his.

“Think you can take it baby? Want me to split this cunt open? Hm?” He growls into your ear slowly dragging his tip from your clit to your entrance and back again, spreading your slick onto his thick member. You whimper and nod looking back at him.

“Take this pussy Suguru.” That’s all it took for him to slam his cock inside of you, stopping for a second as he bottomed out.

“S-shit you’re so fuckin tight doll. Hah you a virgin?” He asks rubbing one of his hands over your asscheek. You moan feeling the stinging sensation of his cock stretching you so deliciously.

“Hah n-no just been..Mmmhhh a while.” You whimper pushing your ass against him.

“Good cuz I don’t do soft and gentle baby. I’m gonna ruin this fuckin cunt until a-all you can think about is my cock.” He groans as he snaps his hips back, plunging his thick cock back inside you. Suguru smacks your ass as his pace continues at an inhuman speed. Soon enough your face is pressed into his sheets and your back is arched so much you know you’re going to be sore for days and not just because of the fight.

“F-fuck you take my cock so we’ll doll. Like you were made f’me.” He groans as he fucks into you faster and harder.

“S-Suguru! Haah m’gonna cummm!” You whine between his rough thrusts. You hear him laugh darkly as his pace becomes even more brutal.

“Think you deserve to cum slut? Hah been such a f-fuckin brat to me today.” He yanks you back up against his chest as one of his hands comes around to spank your clit making you cry out his name.

“P-please! M’so close please S-Sugu!” You moan reaching your hands up to tangle in his dark locks, tugging as he leans down to bite and suck on your neck.

“That’s a good little slut. Mmmh fuckin cum for me.” He moans slapping your clit a few more times before you scream his name and squirt onto his sheets and down your legs.

“Oh fuckkkk so fu-fucking tight baby. Gonna breed this tight little pussy. O-Oh fuck m’cumming!” He growls biting down hard on your shoulder as he fucks himself deeper inside you, letting thick hot ropes of his cum paint your walls. Suguru absolutely fills your pussy with his seed before you both collapse onto the bed, his cock still seated inside you and his cum leaking from the sides of him.

After a few minutes of you both panting and him leaving soft kisses on your neck he finally speaks up.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was now a softer and more sensual tone. Genuine worry laced within his words. You turn and look at him before shaking your head.

“Felt good Sugu. Better than I thought when I was playing with myself thinking of you.” You whisper almost embarrassed. He chuckles and kisses you softly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“I’m glad. Let’s rest, we can shower tomorrow. You did so good for me baby. Took my cock like a champ.” He laughed. Your face grew red again before sleep slowly took both of you. Maybe you were lying about wanting to fuck Satoru instead. Maybe you let him hear you moaning his name on purpose hoping he would grow a paid and come in to fuck you just like he’d done tonight. Either way you’re satisfied and completely spent. And he’s already snoring softly behind you, arms tightening around you anytime you moved.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Unwavering hearts

Sam LaRusso x Male Reader

Request; Sam Larusso x male reader who is Tory’s twin brother. They meet in 2x04 and get along quite well before the feud with Tory starts. After the school fight reader comforts Sam and apologies for what Tory did and leaves Cobra Kai reader helps Sam raise money for Miguel’s surgery

You are at the contury club with Tory, she introduced you to Aisha.

“Aisha was telling us that she takes karate lessons at a place called Cobra Kai,” Tory said

“We took kicking boxing before it was free at the gym but they closed it down,” You said.

“That would come in handy. I mean if you guys decide to join. Because of Cobra Kai, i got stronger” Aisha said

“That’s cool. We could check it out” Tory said

“Yeah, why not” You said

“I will text you the address,” Aisha said

“Cool. So only rich people can walk in here?” Toru said

“Yeah. But if they invited you as a guest then it's fine” Aisha said.

Tory and Aisha continued to talk while you went to the bathroom. Aisha introduced Tory to Sam it didn't go well for long. Sam accused Tory of stealing her mom’s purse and Tory denies it. Sam tried to grab Tory’s bag but they started to pull it away from each other then Tory pushed Sam and she fell on the table filled with food. You were heading back when you saw Tory and Aisha walk away. But you helped Sam stand up

“What happened?” You asked

Sam walks away and you feel bad. You go after Sam and you randomly grab a towel from a beach chair.

“Here,” You said.

“Who are you?” Sam asked

She grabbed the towel and headed to the bathroom. You wait outside but you open the door

“My name is Y/N!” You yelled

You let the door close. You waited for a while but Sam came out of the bathroom.

“You didn't have to wait but thank you for the towel. My name is Sam” Sam said.

“I saw what happened,” You said

“I feel embarrassed right now,” Sam said

“Don’t feel embarrassed. One time in public I spilled a whole cup of slushie it was red and I had on a white shirt” You said

Sam couldn't help to smile a bit.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh,” Sam said

“It’s fine. Now you are not the only one who should feel embarrassed. I just told a stranger what happened to me” You smiled

“That took guts, Y/N,” Sam said

You and Sam kept smiling at each other.

——-

Sam was surprised to see you at school. But she isn't happy to see Tory, she did try to apologize but it didn't go well. Tory and Sam are now enemies and she was surprised to find out she is your sister. But Sam kept talking to you and she started to develop a crush on you.

“Are you lost?” Sam asked

“I can't my next class which is science with MR. Thomas” You said

“You have that class with me, I will show you the way,” Sam said

You smiled at her and she did smile but looked away. While walking to class, Tory sees you talking to Sam.

“Watch it, Y/N she will accuse you of stealing,” Tory said

“Tory,” You said.

“Don't get involved” Tory said.

“You two should just talk it out and clear the air,” You said.

Tory walks away.

“She made up her mind,” Sam said

Sam walks away and you are stuck in the middle. After School, you and Tory go with Aisha to Cobra Kai. Johnny made you and Tory fight the current students to see how good you two are. You and Tory high-five each other when he says you two are in.

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You noticted the feud between Tory and Sam is getting out of control. You tried to be the peacemaker but it's not working and Tory is very stubborn.

“I’m sorry for my sister what did to you” You said

“Why are you apologizing for her?” Sam asked

“I have to defend her,” You said

“Forget it,” Sam said

You catch Sam leaving the nurse’s office and you start to walk with her.

“It’s impressive that you know karate,” You said

“Thanks. I have been taking karate since I was small. Do you know karate?” Sam said.

“Little bit. I started taking lessons but I took kicking boxing before. Do you want to hang out?” You said

“Sure” Sam smiled.

You wanted to cheer her up. You took Sam to get pizza then you and Sam walked on the beach for a little while. You and Sam are starting to open up to each other and you can't stop smiling at her, you have strong feelings for her.

———

You are home on the couch and you are texting Sam. You and Sam do text a lot and start spending more time with each other.

“Why are you smiling at your phone?” Tory asked

“Mind your business,” You said

“Let me see!” Tory yelled

She tries to see who you are texting. You didn't want to tell her it was Sam. You tried to put your phone away but she almost grabbed it. But you moved away and put it inside your shorts.

“Gross, you are dating someone” Tory teased

“Shut up,” You said.

“So who are you dating?” Tory asked

“I’m not telling you. You are my sister I’m not going to tell you about my dating life” You said

“It’s not much of dating life, since you have one girlfriend ever” Tory teased

You throw the cushion pillow at her and she laughs. You go to your room and you start to text Sam again.

——-

Time Skip…

You are at the dojo and you are feeling frustrated. You don't like the lessons that Kreese is teaching you and always brings you down. Since he took over the dojo has felt like a circus and he is very toxic.

“Stop being grumpy,” Tory whispered

“You know I’m right” You whispered

“He is better than Johnny. Just stop being grumpy, you act like an old man” Tory whispered

You are taking karate lessons with your sister Tory. Johnny used to teach but Kreese takes over, Tory and the others like him except for you and Miguel. But your sister thinks you are overreacting but you tell her that you're not.

“Y/N, step to the mat,” Kreese said

“Yes, sensei,” You said

You stand in front of him.

“There will be no talking when I’m teaching,” Kreese said

“Sorry, sensei,” You said

“You will fight me and I will show you why -”

You let your guard down, and Kreese kicked you in the stomach. Then he grabbed your uniform and flipped you onto the mat.

“What did I tell you about letting your guard down, Tory?” Kreese yelled

You are breathing hard.

“Don’t let your guard down and show no mercy, sensei!” Tory yelled

“Listen to your sister, Y/N. Get back in line” Kreese said

You stand up and you are still breathing hard. You continue to train but Kreese keeps picking on you. You are trying hard to hold in your anger.

After karate, your sister takes you to the gas station to buy slushies, to cheer you up.

“You think this is going to cheer me up?” You asked but you still drink it.

“Yeah. And you did put every flavor in one cup like always. Don't let him get to you, he knows what he is doing” Tory said.

“Whatever. Let's go home” You said

You and Tory go home.

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Sam and Tory fought again and you apologized to Sam. She hates that you keep apologizing for your sister. You went to visit Sam at her house and you are in her bedroom.

“Just stop it, Y/N,” Sam said.

“I’m sorry,” You said

“Please stop apologizing for your sister,” Sam said

You put the ice pack on her hand, then she puts her hand on top of your hand.

“I quit Cobra Kai,” You said.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“The new sensei Kreese is horrible and toxic. Tory stayed but I couldn't” You said

“Are you going to take karate lessons again? You are getting stronger” Sam said.

“Maybe, well i don't know,” You said

“I think you shouldn't stop,” Sam said.

You and Sam stare at each other, then you lean in and kiss her on the lips. She starts to kiss you back and she puts her hand on your cheek.

——-

Tory and Sam were fighting again at school. You tried to stop them but Miguel got hurt badly from falling off the balcony because of Robby. You start to help Sam raise the money but Tory is keeping her distant from everyone. You would do anything to help Sam and she is happy that you are on her side.

“Thanks, Y/N for helping,” Sam said.

“You don't have to thank me,” You said.

“I do,” Sam said.

Sam and her friends would wash cars while you collected the money.

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You find out that Johnny created Eagle Fang, and you decide to join. Johnny would teach the class in different locations parks, warehouses, and anywhere that he can find a space. Tory doesn't want to leave Corba Kai, you would argue with your sister about it for days and yell at each other.

Sam went to the park and she watched you train. She wanted to surprise you and she took a picture of you doing a high kick. After training you see Sam and go towards her.

“Pretty cool kicks you did,” Sam said

“Thanks. What do you think of the shirt?” You said.

“I like it not bad,” Sam said.

“I can get you a shirt if you want,” You said

You and Sam smiled at each other.

“I will like that” Sam smiled

You invited Sam to your apartment. It is a bit of a mess and she starts to look around the living room, she notices a family picture of you, Tory, and your mom at the beach restaurant.

“Sorry for the mess, we had pizza for dinner. My mom had to work a double shift, but I'm looking for a job to help out” You said

“What about your dad?” Sam asked

“I don't care about him, he left us for a new family. Tory thinks he will come back but he won't, he is dead to me. Can we talk about something else?” You said

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad,” Sam said

“I’m not mad at you and you didn't know. We could watch TV or something” You said.

“We could do that,” Sam said.

You and Sam sit on the couch, and you put your arm around her. Instead of watching TV, you and Sam start to kiss each other. It doesn't go further. Her lipgloss goes on your lips and she moves closer to you. Your hand is on your thigh and you two don't hear the keys and Tory walks in.

“Y/N!” Tory yelled.

You move away from Sam then you two stand up. Tory is furious at you, she is glaring at you and Sam.

“You are dating her!?! Out of all the girls, you are dating my enemy!” Tory yelled

“You don't have to yell. Yes, she is my girlfriend but I want you and Sam to get along” You said.

“Are you stupid!?! Why her!? She accused of me stealing her mom’s wallet!” Tory yelled

“We talked about that-”

“I’m going to leave, Y/N,” Sam said.

“I will take you home,” You said.

“No, it's fine. I will get an Uber” Sam said.

“Yeah, you better leave,” Tory said

“Tory!” You yelled.

Sam leaves and she gets an Uber. You and Tory continued to argue and yell at each other.

“Tory, she is my girlfriend and I’m serious. I want you and Sam to get along” You said.

“No! I can't believe you are dating her! Break up with her now!!” Tory yelled

“No! I'm not going to break up with her!!” You yelled

“Yes, you are! Call or text her just break up with her now” Tory yelled

“No!” You yelled louder.

“Get out!” Tory said

“What?” You said confused

“You can't stay here anymore. If you want to be with her then go be with her. I can't trust you anymore” Tory said

“Trust me? Are you serious, Tory?” You said.

Your hands turn into fists.

“Yes, I mean it. Leave now! We don't need you” Tory said

She went to your room and you followed her. She throws your clothes at you and your backpack.

“Leave now!” Tory yelled

“Fine! Don’t call me when you are in trouble” You said angrily

“I don't need you and mom doesn't need you!” Tory yelled

You grab your clothes and leave the apartment. Tory is feeling angry and she heard you slam the door closed. She wipes the tears away and you just rushed out of the building. You don't call Sam, you are still in shock at what just happened with your sister.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You didn't call Sam or anyone. You have been sleeping in the park for two nights. Your sister hasn't called or texted you, and you don't want to talk with her. You are sleeping on the bench then Sam and her parents see you.

“Y/N?” Sam said

You stand up and you try to come up with a lie.

“Oh hey,” You said

“Why are you sleeping in the park?” Sam asked

“Well- I”

“Don’t lie to us” Daniel said

“I’m fine, I just got tired you know,” You said

“It’s almost ten and it's getting colder,” Sam said.

“What is really going on, Y/N?” Amanda asked

“Okay fine. I was kicked out of my house. I didn't call you, Sam because I didn't want to look - I just don't know why I didn't call you” You said frustrated

Sam hugged you and you hugged her back. Daniel and Amanda looked at each other

“Stay with us, Y/N. We can't let you stay here and it's not safe. You can stay with long as you need” Daniel said

“I don't have a job to pay rent,” You said

“You don't have to worry about that. You can stay at the pool house but we have rules that you will need to follow” Daniel said

“I understand,” You said

“What happened?” Amanda asked

“Tory found out that I’m dating Sam. She made me pick and I couldn't then she kicked me out and I just left. I have been sleeping in the park for two days” You said.

Sam told her parents before that you are her boyfriend. You leave with them and Sam is holding your hand. While in the back seat and going home, Daniel and Amanda are telling you the rules. They show you the pool house then Amanda cooks dinner for you. You start to eat fast and haven't eaten anything for two days.

“Babe, slow down,” Sam said

“Sorry. I haven't eaten anything in two days and the food tastes so good when it's not frozen” You said

You continued to eat fast and your shirt got dirty. Sam couldn't help to laugh and you asked for more food. After eating dinner, you are in the pool house talking to Sam. You changed the subject then you cuddled with Sam for a little while.

[jacqulants]



ILLICIT .1

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Living in the underground isn't easy, especially when your friends are taken away from you. To get by you sell illegal healing remedies on the black market but what will happen when Levi tries to stop you?

         Music played through the tavern                                                                       🎵

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"Here's to the future! The future our children will be in.." his words were slurred from alcohol, "the future of..beautiful women!" He winked, "And..and- and the future that Y/N will let us drink as much beer as we want!"

Everyone in the tavern roared yelling in unison, "Cheers!"

You couldn't help but let out a soft smile, "sweet words won't work on me. You guys are still cut off for the night."

"Boooooo! Why not" The drunk man yelled out before stumbling on the floor.

"That's why. I rest my case. Go home, before I call your wife to escort you out." You picked up a wet glass and began drying it off.

He sighed, "same time tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'll be here working and serving beers." You smiled and he nodded before dragging himself out the bar.

"You've always had a knack for getting trouble to leave." An old frail voice spoke.

You looked to the side to see a regular, he was a very quiet man. He just came to drink and watch the drama unfold here every night.

"Hi Elias." You spoke out before continuing to grab another glass and dry it off, "you need a refill?"

"Hm.." he tapped his chin, "well I think my show here is done."

"Maybe maybe not, perhaps another fellow will stumble in here and give another drunken performance." You smiled.

"Back in my days," you internally sighed, "I went to every bar, flirted with every pretty lady and stole horses from those..those..what do you call them?"

"MP's, military police. And sure you did Elias."

"No no I'm serious! Back when I used to live on the surface-"

"The surface?" Your face snapped at him.

The tavern was only lit by candle light, the warm yellow ambience surrounded the tavern. The warm light covering the maple wood table and chairs, the stone floors. Only other light source was the windows but what light can you even get when you live in the underground.

"Ah, that got your attention." Elias smiled.

"Perhaps."

"Well. I'll tell you about the surface if only you tell me how a rogue criminal like yourself came to become the underworld sweetheart. Oh! And a beer." He tapped on his glass.

You nodded and began filling his cup with beer, it foaming to the top, "deal." You passed the beer back to him.

The tavern was somewhat empty but it was silent, drunk folks went home or either passed out on the tables. You leaned on the bar looking at Elias.

"Let's see..the surface. I guess I would say I was a mischievous soul. The military police are no better up there, still as lazy and still as corrupt. While the MP's were in food comas I would steal their horses and ride around the plains."

"The plains?" You asked.

"Yes the plains. They were green grassy hills to put it simply. The blue sky and occasionally birds flying over. I would ride as fast as I could to feel the wind, it was the only time I felt free. And then one day the MP's caught me, I fled down here after a long shootout, living the rest of my life down here. I've never felt so..lost. I miss my youth." He sighed looking down, "but enough of me! What's your story."

"Hm. Well my mother and father were criminals, hid down here and one day they got arrested. I'm not too sad about it, I didn't know them that well. But I was 14 when that happened and I had to learn how to stay alive. One day I met a boy, Levi. Levi Ackerman. Now he's the best scout there ever was but that wasn't always the case. We were both so young, I stole a yam from him and he chased me through the alleyways and tackled me down. He noticed how helpless I was so he became my friend. He introduced me to his friends. I felt like I finally had a family." You smiled.

"I always tried keeping up with him but I never could. Then one day I made this invention, it had the stupidest name ever and I called it the Boomshakalaka. It's a stupid name I know but I was hoping maybe it would make Levi laugh."

"Did you have a crush on Levi?" Elias asked.

"Hm? No never. He was my best friend, I just wanted to make him smile because he always had that grumpy expression. Anyways I made the boomshakalaka, it was a smoke bomb. One day Levi, Farla, Isabel all went to test it out. I begged Levi to let me help but he said no, of course I didn't listen. I ran to the town center to help them but the MP's recognized me and began to chase me. Levi saved me and then for some reason the Scouts began chasing us all. Levi was flying through the air with ODM gear and me on his back and a scout took us out of the air. I landed in an alleyway and watched the scouts take all my friends away."

"And you haven't seen them since.."

"I haven't seen them since.." I sighed, "when they left. I decided I would live my own life. So I began helping whoever needed help, I got a job at the tavern. Gave food to people who needed it. Then my boss began yelling at me in front of all the customers saying to stop wasting food on hopeless causes. The customers began attacking my boss, shouting to never yell at me again because I helped them in ways my boss couldn't. I never realized the impact I had on all these people. After that I became the owner of the tavern."

"Have you ever seen the daylight?"

"No. And I would love to..."

"Well if I can say one thing for certain it's that you don't belong here kid. You're too nice for the underground. Or should I say the underworld." He drank the last of his beer and slammed it down.

"Thanks for the beer. Have a good night." He smiled handing me a baggie of coins before wandering out the door, the door hinges moving back and forth.

You couldn't help but clench your heart, yearning for your friends.

"It's whatever now. Time to close up." You furrowed your eyebrows before grabbing the broom and hitting the drunken customers with the bristles.

"Cmon! Time to get out! You don't have to go home but you certainly can't stay here!" They all sat up from where they were passed out, groaning with headaches before stumbling out the tavern.

"See ya tomorrow!" You waved them off before turning back to the door and locking up for the night.

It was the middle of the night you could tell, not the safest time to be walking out but what else could you do. Walking down the town where shops were closed up for the night, the only light being the lanterns.

"Y/N." You heard your name being called.

You turned around quickly to see a man in a green hoodie. He had the wings of freedom.

"You're a scout. Why do you know my name?" You crossed your arms.

He grabbed his hood and pulled it back to reveal his identity.

"Levi?" you whispered.

You were frozen, heart thumping with joy, your friend was alive!

"Y/N. Im with the scout regiment, I have some questions to ask you."

Your feet lunged foward to him holding him in a hug.

"Levi! I thought you died!"

"Um..my names not Levi."

"Huh?" You pushed him away to see it was in fact not Levi but a boy with blue eyes.

"Oh. I'm sorry I thought you were someone I knew.." you muttered.

"My name is Eren. Sorry for the confusion." He bowed, "however I must ask you some questions."

There was a silence, "You said you were with the scout regiment, is there someone named Levi Ackerman."

"Uhh.." He looked around confused as what to say, "Yes? But that's not the point I have to ask you-"

"Can I talk to him!" You almost shouted.

"I- do you know him?" He seemed surprised.

"Well I wouldn't be asking about him would I?" You grasped your shirt.

"Well I don't know-"

"Please."

The boy named Eren seemed hesitant but nodded his head.

"He's..he's watching me as we speak. Has he always been creepy?" Eren revealed before pointing at the shadows.

You looked around the buildings and walls, finally your gaze catching someone in the shadows. You stared at it for an abnormal amount of time.

"Levi?" You asked.

The figure hopped closer until it landed on the ground, pulling his hood back, it was actually Levi this time.

"Y/N." Levi spoke up, "Eren you weren't supposed to reveal disclosed information to a civilian."

Levi examined you; you still wore the bomber jacket that Farlan gave you, you got taller, and you seemed more confident. He couldn't be more pleased with the person he saw right in front of him. In all truth he was a little scared to see you again, which was a weird sensation for him to feel.

"She was looking for you!" Eren exclaimed.

"You were alive all along. And you never bothered visiting once?!" You shouted.

"..It was a series of events." He looked away.

"What series of events? I thought you were dead." And all of a sudden he walked closer, patting your shoulder.

You couldn't help but feel your heart break a little, "why didn't you come back?"

"Because you were safer without me." He said with that stoic expression you were so familiar with.

"And how do you know that?"

"Me and you both know if I stayed, we would all eventually go down." He fixed your bomber jacket, "you kept Farlans jacket, thats nice."

"But at least I would have known where you guys were at."

"Understand where I'm coming from Y/N." Levi's eyes shined a little.

"I understand." You nodded and watched him retract his hands away from your jacket.

"We have some questions we need to ask you if it's alright." He repeated again, you nodded.

"Follow me. It's not safe out here." You said before leading the two boys back to the tavern.

"I've never been in the underground before." Eren said.

"It's definitely worse than where you guys come from." You remarked.

"Somewhat I guess.." Eren murmured.

"Hey Levi. What happened to Farlan and Isabel?" You turned around.

A silence hung around the air, "Oh. I understand." Was all you could respond.

The two pulled up chairs at a table and you did the same.

"What do you need to ask?" You questioned.

"Y/N. Are you familiar with the black market?" Levi asked.

"Levi. I've lived here all my life. Duh. I know the black market." Eren laughed at your remark.

Levi side eyed Eren before going back on topic, "Okay. Well are you familiar with what's called the Asclepius Remedy?"

"Asclepius Remedy?" You asked.

"Yes. We have reason to believe someone has been selling healing remedies to people in the black market."

"Annndd that's bad why?"

"It's bad because this remedy is infused with titan fluids. This remedy injects titan fluids into an injured subject allowing the person to heal just as a titan would however it doesn't turn the subject into a pure titan. Just enough to heal them." Levi explained.

"Oh that thing. We call it instant heal not Asclepius Remedy." You explained.

"I see. Well we need to discover who is selling these remedies as it can pose a danger to civilians. If given too much, even a millimeter more, civilians can be turned into titans and destroy the whole underground." Levi furrowed his eyebrows.

"And you need my help?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're the underworld sweetheart. With connections like that you can help us find who this perpetrator is." Eren interjected.

"Oh. You guys know about that?" You asked.

"Well..we went undercover down here a month back. Every place was being destroyed or robbed except yours so when we asked, we discovered that you're protected by the people down here." Eren admitted before Levi kicked him under the table.

"Okay. And if I help what do I get in return." You crossed your arms leaning back in the chair.

"We'll give you papers and money to live up on the surface." Levi proposed.

"Deal!" You sat up and reached your hand out, Levi accepted as you two shook hands. "However, I must ask you to come back tomorrow, it isn't safe to be roaming out here at night."

The two nodded getting up from their seats heading towards the exit of the tavern.

"It was nice seeing you again Y/N." Levi looked back.

"You too Levi." You smiled.

The two men left the tavern wandering the undergrounds streets.

"How do you know her?" Eren asked.

"She's a very good friend of mine from when I lived down here."

"What! Captain you never told me you lived down here!" Eren exclaimed.

"I never told anyone. Now quiet down before people hear us." Levi hissed.

Y/N began making her descent down the stairs. A large metal door blocking her path. She entered a 4 digit code to the security door, the door panels slid open, smoke pouring in before revealing purple light surrounding the room behind the metal door. Tables of test tubes, beakers, microscopes were all over the room. On the left wall were fridges. In it, Asclepius Remedies.

[myrquez]

Bezz for Sky Sport Italia

-“In the VR46 groupchat, when you talk about the new Ducati riders that are going strong, like Marc Marquez.. how is it (what do you guys think about it, how does it feel like)? The Devil wears Prada? Look at Marquez..? I just wanted to address this topic.

“Well, we talk about it much more in person than on our groupchat-

“But it doesn’t go unnoticed. (You do talk about him)

“No, we pay attention to everything. With Vale is difficult not to, he has always taught and still teaches us to pay attention to every detail, so we always try to understand everything around us. Marc is going very strong, and we watch him and try to learn from him.

“So he’s like a benchmark! (nice pun right there)

“He’s like a ‘tool’ that we can use… wait, it does sound bad, I mean he’s a rider, but he’s a rider that we can ‘use as a lesson’. We can look up to him, as if he was a teacher.”

[sweetpumpkinmouse]

“N doesn’t care about V!”

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[swagging-back-to]

it's my day fucking off dont bring your child over and expect me to interact with them and ALLOW THEM INTO MY ROOM. fuck all the way off.

[the-kipsabian]

am eepy

am going to sleep

im also going to be offline for the most part the next two days. funerals and shit idk. would appreciate any kind of hugs and good vibes and whatnot while i try to pull through this (and then repeat it again next week. yay pain)

[stiffyck]

Oh my god I'd love to hear you talk about Markiplier lore. It intrigues me so much but I have no idea where to start - 🌟

OKAY OKAY OH M YGOD. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM TO TALK ABOUT THIS. ALRIGHT.

Right!!! So, there might be some things missing or i might be misremembering but!!!

Where to start - Who killed Markiplier? WKM for short. It has 4 chapters + the bloopers and BTS (you dont need to watch that, but its fun!) In the playlist i linked here are also the two following videos further elaborating on the lore. Wilford Motherloving Warfstache and Damien.

Next up! A date with Markiplier! where you go on a date with mark. and depending on what choices you make, it's either a fun adventure or a disaster. The lore isn't as heavy in this, but you do have crumbs of characters like Dark (Darkiplier)

Warfstache interviews Markiplier! Exactly what it says. Warfstache interviews mark.

Another more silly video: Markiplier TV! It's a 10 minute video with probably all of Marks egos. Some of them actually important, some just silly. Like the king of the squirells.

Then we have! A Heist with Markiplier! (AHWM for short) Another interactive adventure where you and Mark rob a museum! This one has 31 endings unlike the date, which had only 10 if i remember correctly. AHWM has more lore bits as well, plus some new egos like the fan favorites Yancy or Illinois!

Another interactive thing is The Warfstache Automated Interview Automaton! It's much shorter but also super fun! And you get more Warfstache, which is always a plus in my book!

And finally! We have In space with markiplier! This one is split up to two parts, however when you get to an ending for the first part, it should give you the option to go straight into part 2! Space has a lot of lore and references to previes projects and characters Mark has. You even get to meet some of them. You also get to meet new characters who are all super fun.

And if you don't have the time to go through all of these or simply don't want to, here's a great website that sums up the story!

[wsoupofpain]

hello! i've been seeing the raven cycle on my dash for a while and just noticed you are into it as well. ive been wanting to read it but idk something keeps holding me back (probably executive dysfunction but who knows lol). what would you say you like most about the series??

My top favorite thing is how the characters are all really emotionally vivid. It's in many ways a series about going on strange adventures with your best friends, and in many ways a series about growing up and feeling like everything you're feeling is the biggest thing you'll ever feel, and in many ways a series about actual real magic, and it holds each of these things in expert balance by how much it all matters to the people involved

[polyamorouspunk]

This has nothing to do with me personally although I think technically in a sense it does apply to me, but I’m curious about people’s opinions on like. God I know we all hate this but like. Internet creator drama?

Like okay say you have Generic Influencer Figure and they do something mildly questionable but then everyone comes out of the woodwork to be like “I always knew they were a bad person”. It’s like. I feel like people expect that person to then publicly apologize and explain their side. It’s like either they don’t and people get mad because they “ignored the controversy” or they do and people get mad because they “made a fake and shitty apology video”. Also this idea that if you try and explain your side it’s you “deflecting” and “putting the blame on everyone else”. Like you could literally be like “I’m sorry for this thing I did” and people will be like “but they didn’t apologize”. Obviously I need to state: you cannot please EVERYONE but like with how much this happens I guess

1. Do you ever wonder about how you would respond to claims that you’re a terrible person? Like would you defend yourself and run the risk of people saying that you’re making other people look bad and trying to make yourself look good or would you ignore it and run the risk of people saying you’re ignoring it?

2. What do you expect OF creators who this happens to? If hypothetically someone you were a fan of had accusations made against them (I doubt anyone out here has never been a fan of someone who has had accusations against them) what type of response do you want to see from them? Would you prefer they ignore it or would you prefer that they try and explain their side?

3. Do you think people “trying to paint themselves in a good light by explaining their side of things” is wrong or just… human nature? Does it feel weird that people say “you’re just trying to make yourself look good” as an insult when we all do that, as people?

4. Do you have a personal line between what is “petty drama” and “doesn’t involve you as a viewer” and what is enough grounds for you to stop interacting with people?

Obviously if you’re very tired of internet drama as a topic then don’t engage with this but if you have Strong Opinions and No Where To Say Them then I guess hi I’m opening up the floor

[haven-of-dusk]

Theater Camp reminded me so much of the vibes of early HSMTMTS and was a pretty good indicator of why the later seasons started to work less and less.

The show became less of a show about theater kids and more of a teen drama/comedy that happened to be about theater kids and have musical numbers.

[satorena]

( P*SSY GOT ) P☆WER !?

bad ☆ summary. converting a loser into a munch wasn’t on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )

content ★ warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frōtting. premature ejaculātion. fīngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).

rena’s ☆ note. SATORENA COMEBACK … sorta (・・?)

“gimme a kiss.”

your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his car’s door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your left— rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.

his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, “gojo, bye.”

you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, “girl.” he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass you’ve yet to understand, “it’s satoru to you— i can’t even have a little one? haven’t i been good all day?”

you click your tongue, “you been runnin’ your mouth all day long actually,” and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, “mhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.”

you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.

he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, “i, uh, don’t eat pussy.”

oh. . . oh.

the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.

“woah— hey!” gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers he’d bought earlier and house keys. “baby, hold on— this damn window,” he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadn’t even hesitated to exit the car, as if he’d said the world’s most vile comment.

you’re not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?

he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasn’t getting his damn goodbye kiss.

he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. “am i at least gonna see you soon?”

the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and god— he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.

you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, “have yourself a nice life, baby.”

and the front door closes. damn.

☆ ☆

“you said what?!”

gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh that’s right, “she ghosted me! i’m blocked on all socials— can you believe that?”

he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to know— especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.

“uh, duh?” geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesn’t try to suppress the roll of his eyes. “bro, you just told the girl you’re talkin’ to that you don’t give head. the fuck d’you think was gonna happen?”

“it’s not even a big deal!” he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, “was it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.”

“pretty sure that’s what she blocked you for.” geto snickers, and gojo realizes he’s lucky they aren’t in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. he’s probably insane but he swears there’s a hint of your scent there, and now he’s whining louder.

“quit bitchin’. you brought this upon yourself,” and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, it’s nobody’s business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his life— give him a break. “and dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethin’?”

“i am not—” he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. “i’m not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?”

the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell geto’s making that face he makes whenever he’s finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. “alright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why don’t you eat pussy?”

gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girl’s bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusion— they always come onto him first.

“i dunno.” his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. “they never really ask, so i never bothered. that can’t be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and that’s that.”

and because geto is genuinely never on his side, “satoru . . . eugh.” some kind of best friend is he.

“what?!” he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. there’s nothing he hates more than feeling judged. “you fucking asked!”

“calm the fuck down,” he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. “so essentially what you’re saying is you’ve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?”

something like that, “sure.” gojo nods, and he doesn’t understand why geto sighs.

“why do i even bother?” though the answer is clear, he’s pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. “so tell her just that— it’s not that you won’t give head, it’s just that you haven’t given head. which still blows me, but whatever.”

“how? remember she blocked me on everything?” the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. “is that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?”

“satoru, you’ve literally done the same thing. don’t act like you’re above it,” geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes he’s now in his own bed. “besides, you fuckin’ love women who give you challenges.”

and fuck, he’s really not wrong. “yeahhh, you know me so well.” he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, “welp, i’m gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much i’m literally gonna die.”

“satoru.” geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. he’s already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.“i swear to god if you accidentally like her shit—”

“thanks bestie, love ya lots!” and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, “time to start lurking.”

☆ ☆

so it’s been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. he’s thankful you’re at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. he’d spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if there’d been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.

and all he’s gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girls’ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.

he was still in the clear. whew.

and so monday morning falls, and he’s actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes he’ll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.

he’s a man on a mission— he’s going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.

he misses you, damn it.

there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your hand— and nobody by your side.

if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, it’s nobody’s business but his own (and the girl who’s backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)

he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel different— not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. you’re probably still done with him.

well it’s too damn bad he’s not done with you, “good morning, princess.”

you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. “morning, gojo.” and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.

he doesn’t like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. “you blocked me on everything.”

“i did.” you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?

“seen this new bakery shop down the street.” he tries again. “wanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.”

“i mean, you know where i live.” you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.

“cat got your tongue?” you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isn’t entirely full. don’t tell him, you’ve been— “too bad it’s not mine, though.”

ohhh, you cheeky brat.

“so. . . you were never really mad at me?” gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. “this whole time. you weren’t mad about the pussy eating comment?”

“don’t get it twisted,” you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, “you,” and then pointing at yourself “and i are done. we can still be cool but i’m not wasting my time with no bitch—respectfully.”

“so you are mad?” he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what he’s supposed to say— to clarify the situation, to make it known that it’s not like he’s repulsed by the idea of giving head— but you make it so hard to stay on track when you’re acting defiant.

suguru was right— he does love a challenge.

“mad?” you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, you’re confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. it’s cool, he’ll figure you out. “i ain’t trippin’ baby— if you don’t wanna eat it then don’t. another man definitely will.”

huh, “oh?” his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implication— there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when he’s still alive and breathing. “if you think i’m letting that happen, you’ve got another thing comin’.”

“everything seems to be coming but me,” you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. “the real question is what do you plan on doing ‘bout that?”

you give him no time to respond, and it’s not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. you’re leaving and he barely got to say what he’d been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you haven’t entirely cut him off.

if he doesn’t knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.

god, he thinks he’s in love.

☆ ☆

gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isn’t something he can do that won’t come out spectacular. he’s gifted, that he knows much, and it’s difficult to stay humble when he’s constantly reminded of so.

“i can easily do this shit.” he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and he’s gonna be completely honest— the pornstar’s screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, he’s always been an exceptional student and when it’s time to lock in, it’s time to lock in.

his legs feel as though they’ve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position he’s been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long it’s been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.

he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girl’s pussy and— “damn, that looks like it hurts.” a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. he’s got half a mind telling him that the moans the girl’s letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.

“aaaalrighty,” gojo speaks up, though to himself. “next video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkin’ bout it, eugh.”

he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of ‘want a quick break from the ads?’, the video begins. the upper half of the woman’s body is cut out of frame, but she’s laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.

he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.

gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the man’s hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. she’s already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.

gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.

before his mind can even allow it, he’s thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways that’ll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.

he thinks of how good you’d smell— how good you’d taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when you’re straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.

pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. he’s so prone to boners around you, it’s like he’s a dog you’ve trained.

and now he’s thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.

“shit.” he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?

☆ ☆

he doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and he’s missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.

he really doesn’t expect you to pick up.

it’s around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, “hi.” his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.

“hey.” he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. “didn’t think you’d answer.”

“mhm. so what’d you call me for?” you sound tired, and he wonders if you’d been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.

“just wanted to hear your voice.” gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. “been missin’ you.”

“you literally see me every other day at school,” he’s graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. “y’re so fuckin’ clingy.”

he supposes he is, can’t even find it in him to disagree. you’ve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasn’t sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but he’s been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.

a longing sigh rips from his throat, “can’t help that i miss that ass,” he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. “you still owe me a goodbye kiss, y’know? just left a poor guy hangin’, rude.”

“hmm,” you hum lazily and he isn’t sure what to expect. he’s just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating mess— which he’d gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. “like i said already, you know where i live.”

“you got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,” gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. he’s waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.

“the fuck i gotta repeat myself for?” you sigh, and gojo’s slipping his shoes on. he’s wasting no more time, he wants you right now. “if you really missed me you would have been come see me. you’re all talk.”

“so when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, don’t start lookin’ at me crazy—i’m warning ya.” and with that he hangs up. he’s not leaving any more room for debates, enough’s enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?

he grabs his keys and slams his door close.

☆ ☆

you’re looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. he’s looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. there’s a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.

“you actually came.” you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. he’s panting heavily, he might’ve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?

“enough games, baby.” gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. “lemme eat it, come on. please?”

“oh?” you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. “and here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.”

gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. “i never said that.”

“you basically did.” you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, “or does that rule apply with just me?”

“if it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?” gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your ‘put me down!’ and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.

your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, you’ve got no bottoms on— just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.

“so. . . which one is your room?” he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, “atta girl. look at ya bein’ all obedient and shit.”

“shut up.” you huff, and he would bet a million dollars you’ve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you don’t get something done the way you planned.

your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. but—respectfully, fuck your bedroom. he’s got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.

“if you drop me on this bed, i swear i’m gonna kill you.” tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, you’re about to meet your duvets face first.

“mhm, what was that?” cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. “sorry shortie, think i missed what you said.”

when you’re finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. “gojo, you stupid fucking—”

you want to slap the smile off his face. “yeah, yeah.” he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as you’d imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupid’s bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.

“think you owe me somethin’, princess.” his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominating— his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.

he’s teasing you— leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he can’t wait to see the faces you make when you’re in absolute bliss.

he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, “if you want it, take it.”

you might’ve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if you’d relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.

gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your body’s sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.

your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yours— not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound you’d made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“gojo,” you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. “you said y-you’d eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.”

“yeah, that’s right,” he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. “gotta keep my promise— can’t keep my baby waitin’ too long,” you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, “she gets all cranky an’ pissy.” from the column on your neck to your collarbone, “starts gettin’ all mean with me.”

“oh my gosh, shut up!” you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. “fuckin’— shit— hurry up already!”

“tsk, see what i mean?” gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. “so mouthy, ‘m gonna have to do somethin’ about that.”

“i’m mouthy?” you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. “you literally cannot shut the fuck up— what’s the hold up? awe, don’t tell me you can’t walk the talk?”

he pauses for a bit. he doesn’t let himself fall bait for your words. you’re just being bratty— all hot and bothered and can’t properly ask for what you need. you don’t have to worry, he’s here entirely for your pleasure. he isn’t even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesn’t even attempt to relieve it at all.

and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.

your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadn’t done shit. god, he can’t wait to stuff his face between your thighs.

“i got you baby,” he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. “promise i do. just relax for me, yeah?”

“whatever.” you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight he’s rewarded with nearly— nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.

gojo gulps. “holy shit,” he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.

he isn’t sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. “do not.”

“tsk.” you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? “stop staring, you fuckin’ weirdo.”

he’s too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be there— oh wait, “just appreciatin’ my meal before i eat, sue me.”

the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. “wow,” he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. it’s so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.

“fuckkk,” you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinity— which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.

so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if he’d done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.

he’s practically making out with your pussy. he doesn’t neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, he’d gladly take this death.

he’s so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.

“s-satoru!” oh god, you’ve done it. you finally said his first name and he’s this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. “you’re doin’ s’gooddd baby, shit!”

keep praising him and he’s gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, “why the fuck do you taste so good?” he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, it’s damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, “seriously. ‘s makin’ me mad almost.” he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.

“you s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?” you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. you’re so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, he’s pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if he’s aiming to find a specific area. “y’know too much— mmph, fuckin’ liar.”

when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. “watched a lotta porn.” and he isn’t lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so he’s back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.

“oh my goddd,” you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. “don’t— don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. he’s rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.

he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and out— all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.

you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, “‘m cumming, fuck, ngh, don’t stop—” and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.

so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own high— somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.

it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when you’ve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.

his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldn’t care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.

he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,

“christ, i’d make a nasty pornstar.”

gojo won the poll. . . everybody act surprised (°_°)