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Vacation In Vietnam

Kim Bora (SuA), Jang Seungyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, A2M, ass eating, best friends, big butt, bikinis, clit fingering, cum on ass, dirty talking, doggy, hotel sex, lap dance, nip slips, no-hands blowjobs, poolside sex, sex toys, sloppy, swimming, throatfucking, tourist, twerking, wet bodies, wild girls

Word count: 5497

You had just checked into your hotel in the beautiful resort town of Da Nang, in Vietnam, after a very long flight that still left you jet-lagged. As you climbed upstairs, you found the hotel's pool, just as a beautiful East Asian woman emerged from it.

"Come swim with me," the woman told you. I just arrived from a long flight, and I need some time to rest," you told her. Take your time," she answered back. "By the way, what is your name?" you asked her.

"Bora, but you can call me SuA," she answered. "Such a nice name, SuA," you told her as you headed towards your bedroom, which gave you a perfect view of SuA swimming with her sexy butt up. She wasn't exactly the best swimmer but you really enjoyed watching her from afar fighting the pool tides while showcasing her sexy body.

After some good rest, you finally felt like it was time to know her better, so you headed into the locker room beside the pool, just as you were entering, you found a sexy tanned Asian woman who was taking a mirror selfie as she flaunted her hot body by wearing a black bikini with white straps that exposed some of her underboob.

"What are you looking at?" The tanned woman suddenly asked you. "Er, nothing," you answered her, trying to deflect. But she knew you were lying. "You were looking at my hot body and my big ass, weren't you, pervert?" she asked again. "No, no," you answered her, trying not to get yourself in trouble.

"Come on, I wasn't born yesterday, all those guys when they see me like that start to look at me with some naughty eyes. And I love that," she told you, throwing you off balance. "I can see why, that body is hard to resist," you told her. "Yes, a dancer needs to always stay in shape," she answered.

"So you're a dancer, interesting," you told her. "Yeah, my friend swimming by the pool is too," she answered. "SuA? How long have you known each other?" you asked her. "Nearly a decade, we even did a few collaborations together, and we can sing too" the woman answered.

"By the way, I didn't even ask your name yet," you told her. "I'm Seungyeon," she promptly answers you. "How did you get such a tanned body?" you asked her. "Let's say it's very sunny at the places I usually perform these days," she answered. "Wanna swim with me?" she then asked. "Sure," you told her.

You and Seungyeon headed towards the pool, where you two found SuA still swimming. Seungyeon laughed at her friend. "She's trying, but let's say she isn't the best swimmer out there," she said.

SuA emerged from the pool and headed in your direction. "I see you found my best friend," she told you. "We had some nice chatting about how bad of a swimmer you are," Seungyeon pranked SuA."

"Then teach me," SuA says as she tosses Seungyeon's hot body into the pool. "AHHHHH," Seungyeon screams, caught off guard. "You should check this bitch's Instagram, all she does is travel, twerking, and posting pics of herself in a bikini," SuA tells you. "Add us," she says, trading their contacts with you before you two drop your phones and join Seungyeon on the pool.

Seungyeon swims with ease, much better than SuA, but her best friend wants her to do something different. "Twerk that big booty for him like that time you did it with Kei," SuA says.

Seungyeon promptly obliges and starts shaking her ass to perfection. "Damn, she is really good at it," you tell SuA. "She can really dance to anything, you ought to be impressed," SuA says as Seungyeon turns around, giving you hand signals to come closer.

"Sit here, baby boy," Seungyeon tells you as she guides you to a shallower place at the pool. She teases you, throwing her ass closer to your face and bouncing it frantically, before sitting on your lap and start performing a hot grinding dance that gives you an instant boner as soon as her fat ass bumps against your shorts.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," Seungyeon says, noticing your erection rubbing against her clothed ass. "How about we add some boobs to the mix?" she asks, bringing SuA closer to her and pulling her bra to the side just enough for her nipples to pop out.

"Come on, baby boy, suck those nipples," Seungyeon tells you as she pushes SuA's tits right in your face. "What if someone sees us?" you asked her. "Don't worry, I always have everything under control, there are just the three of us at this hotel," Seungyeon says, reassuring you and showcasing her commanding leadership skills.

As you enjoy sucking SuA's perky tits, Seungyeon keeps teasing you, turning in your direction, facing you eye to eye as she grinded her ass faster and faster against your clothed cock while giving you some teases of her nipples by pulling her bikini as well. "Mine's are not as big as hers, but I got the ass to compensate," Seungyeon says. "And what a great ass she's got," SuA says, complimenting her best friend.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck this big fat ass, baby boy," Seungyeon asks you. "A lot, I want to take you two to my bedroom and fuck both of you right now," you told them. "Bedroom? That's for amateurs. Don't be silly, we are gonna fuck right by the side of this pool, with your bodies completely wet," Seungyeon said.

"Follow me," Seungyeon says as she keeps giving the instructions, carrying you and SuA alongside. Damn, that woman seems to have an endless appetite but you surely aren't complaining. "Oh my God, your bodies look so hot when wet," you tell both girls. SuA blushes and starts giggling. "You're damn right," Seungyeon says.

Seungyeon opens her bag on the side of the pool, unveiling a pair of pocket-sized sex toys. "A good whore always carries them everywhere she goes," she says. "Are you ready to take us, baby boy? We'll do anything you want," she continues. "Anything?" you ask her, still unsure. "Yes, anything," she confirms.

"I wonder if she can take the biggest one," Seungyeon says. "Well, let's find out" SuA answers, getting herself on all fours at the pool chair. "You know I love talking about my big ass, but Bora's got a nice one too," Seungyeon says, massaging her friend's butt with both hands.

"Just watch us, don't move until we say so," Seungyeon says as pulls the bottom of SuA's bikini down and starts licking her friend's asshole. "Can I lick it?" she asks to SuA. "Ahhhhhh," SuA softly moans as she finds Seungyeon's tongue in her anal folds. "I'll take it as a yes," Seungyeon says.

"Oh my God, she's so good with that tongue," SuA says, making Seungyeon giggle. The tanned girl picks up the speed, enjoying her best friend moaning as she works her tongue all over SuA's butthole. "Oh fuck, tongue that ass for me, ahhhh," SuA moans. "I love being a slut with you," Seungyeon tells her.

"Oh yeah, I love that fucking tongue buried in my little ass," SuA says as Seungyeon keeps up her good work, tonguing as fast as she was twerking. "Such a slutty tongue, ahhhh," SuA says while Seungyeon looks at you, rubbing her friend's pussy as well. "So good, you're making me so wet, oh my gosh," SuA says.

"RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH," SuA lets out her first scream as Seungyeon works both her fuckholes. "Give me that big fat fucking toy," SuA commands as Seungyeon grabs the blue toy. "You want the biggest one?" Seungyeon asks SuA. "Yes, I do, right up that fucking little asshole" SuA answers.

Seungyeon obliges and slowly shoves the sex toy up SuA's butthole. "Stretch me open," SuA begs her friend. "Oh fuck yeah," SuA moans as Seungyeon pushes it further. "I love the way you spread that ass," Seungyeon says as she keeps pumping the toy in and out of SuA's ass.

"This isn't even the biggest one," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Ohhh, so you're gonna stretch me some more? Warm up that ass for his big fat cock?" SuA asks. "Should I stretch her some more?" Seungyeon asks. "Do your thing," you answer.

Seungyeon puts the sex toy in her mouth, savoring SuA butthole as she starts putting an even larger one inside it. "Please, give me more," SuA begs. "Look at this tiny little ass stretching all over that toy," Seungyeon says. "OH MY GOD," SuA screams. "Come on, girl, if you can't take that in your ass, how are you gonna take his dick?" Seungyeon asks.

"Play with that toy in your asshole," Seungyeon says, spanking SuA's butt, then grabbing it and working it around her anus. "Look at that fucking ass getting spread open," SuA says as Seungyeon spits on it and touches her pussy. SuA then pulls it out of her ass and tastes herself.

"I want to play with your big fat ass," SuA asks Seungyeon, her friend quickly taking the bottom of her bikini off and shoving her naked butt in your face. "How hungry are you for this booty?" she asks you while letting SuA spread it open. "Should we wreck this fuckhole today?" SuA asks you, pointing at Seungyeon's backdoor.

"That ass is so pretty, isn't it?" SuA asks you as she spits on Seungyeon's butthole, tonguing it afterward. "So sweet," she says, moaning as she eats her friend's ass. "Ready for a toy up that fucking asshole?" SuA asks her. "Hell yeah," Seungyeon asks as SuA teases her before putting the toy up her ass.

"It's still so fucking tight in there even all those cocks that entered up that asshole, I wonder what's her secret," SuA says, struggling to fully fit the toy. "That's what I'm talking about, stretching that fucking hole," SuA says as she finally manages to get it all the way in.

"Let's get her warm for that big fucking cock." SuA continues as she rubs Seungyeon's pussy. "You're gonna show him your reputation as a big buttslut," SuA says. "Hmmm, I love playing with that big fat ass, so juicy" SuA keeps going.

You can't resist the teasing, taking your clothes off and jumping on top of the pool chair, your cock already hard and pointing at Seungyeon's face. "Oh fuck yeah, there is that big fat cock" SuA smiles, very excited as she sees that cock for the first time at its full prowess. You kneel on the chair, Seungyeon moving her head slightly down to take it in her mouth and starting a no-hands blowjob.

"Oh that's so fucking hot, I want to watch you suck that dick while I fuck you in the ass with this toy," SuA tells Seungyeon, her friend quickly gagging on your cock as you soon fuck her face. "Such a fucking whore getting stuffed from both sides," SuA says as she pulls the toy out of Seungyeon's ass.

You two put Seungyeon in the middle of an oral train, you pounding her face while SuA tongues her friend's brown anus. Seungyeon gags hard as she's pleased from both sides. "Get that fucking cock wet, are you gonna share it with me?" SuA asks Seungyeon as she already sees her friend drenched in saliva running down her chin. "Yes, come here," Seungyeon tells her.

SuA obliges and sucks your cock like crazy, bobbing her head hard from the get-go and grabbing your balls, while Seungyeon licks your shaft from the side. You're really impressed with their cock-sucking skills, as neither girl uses her hands to suck your cock.

"Make it as messy as you can," Seungyeon commands to SuA as she watches her deepthroat it and then spits on your cock. "Can I spit on it too?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes, make it as wet as possible, just like our bodies," SuA tells her, massaging your balls while Seungyeon bobs her head on your dick.

"That's our fucking cock today, we're gonna use it to the fullest," SuA says. The girls keep taking their turns giving you no-hands blowjobs. "So fucking sexy, take it all the way deep," Seungyeon says as SuA takes on it now. Both girls make very sloppy noises, their throats fully stuffed with your cock. "Such a hungry whore," SuA says when Seungyeon takes her turn.

Both girls turn your cock into a mess of spit. "I want to see all that spit over that fucking cock," SuA says. She's getting so horny she takes the top of Seungyeon's bikini off and starts sucking her friend's tits while Seungyeon chokes all over your cock and gets her face pounded.

Seungyeon takes on your cock like a champion, making sure it stays deep in her throat even as you destroy her face at full speed. SuA lines up behind you, licking your balls as they swing all over her face with your hard thrusts. "Throatfuck that whore," SuA commands as she licks the saliva running down Seungyeon's torso while massaging her best friend's pussy and enjoying your cock bulging in her neck.

"Look at the mess you made with her," SuA tells you as she kisses Seungyeon's cock filled mouth. Seungyeon tries to catch her breath after getting her face completely stuffed with cock for more than 5 minutes. She follows her older friend's lead, bending on the chair alongside SuA and then licking her ass a little more.

"I want this dick so bad, put it in my ass," SuA begs. Soon she gets what she wants, your cock sliding right up her butthole while Seungyeon watches. "Damn, that's such a big fucking dick," SuA moans as Seungyeon spits on it. "Let me get it nice and wet," Seungyeon says.

SuA takes your cock up her ass, spreading her cheeks as Seungyeon enjoys the view of her friend getting fucked. "That cock looks so nice stretching you out," she says. "How does it feel?" Seungyeon then asks. "It's amazing," SuA answers her. "You like being a good whore?" Seungyeon asks her. "Of course," SuA answers.

"Let me hold this for you," Seungyeon says as she spread SuA's asscheeks. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, fucking use that asshole, oh my gosh" SuA begs as you keep thrusting. "Do you want him to use your ass or you to use his cock?" Seungyeon asks, bouncing SuA's butt against you.

"Use that fucking cock," Seungyeon says as she moves SuA's hips fast. "YES, YES, YES, YES," SuA screams as she's turned into an anal fleshlight. "Such a fucking whore," Seungyeon says.

"Give me that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands as you feed it into her throat, her getting it even sloppier than before, then spitting on SuA's anus just as your cock gets back inside it. "Your asshole is so pretty getting stretched out," Seungyeon tells her.

"Keep going, use me like a good whore, FUCK, FUCK" SuA stays begging. "BURY THAT FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," SuA continues to beg. "Get in deep in there, she needs that cock all the way deep in her ass," Seungyeon tells you as you keep pumping SuA's butt.

You switch your cock between Seungyeon's face and SuA's ass, both girls enjoying the taste of it. "So fucking delicious," Seungyeon says, before diving into eating SuA's ass a bit more. "OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, USE THAT TONGUE," SuA screams.

"I need to taste my ass," SuA tells Seungyeon, kissing her best friend's dirty mouth as both girls giggle. "Do want that cock inside you?" SuA asks her. "Yes, please," Seungyeon says. "I want to watch you fucking take it," SuA continues, moving to the side as you bend Seungyeon down and stick your cock up her big butt, SuA adding the needed spit.

"Look at that big fat butt getting so stretched out, I love watching you take a big cock up your ass, so fucking hot," SuA says. "Spread it wide open, give it to her, make her take that fucking dick up that asshole," SuA instructs you as your cock gets deeper and deeper inside Seungyeon's ass while she massages her pussy.

"You're so pretty getting stretched out, come on, take it nice and deep in her fucking ass, baby boy," SuA tells you as you grab Seungyeon's body to give her faster thrusts. "Use that fucking asshole, oh my goodness, look how wet she is," SuA says.

"FUCK THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING INSIDE ME," Seungyeon screams as you attack her butthole harder and harder. "So hot those balls clapping against that fat ass," SuA says as you feed her your cock for her to sloppily taste it. "Good girl, get that cock wet for my tight butthole," Seungyeon tells her as your cock switches freely between her ass and SuA's mouth.

"Give it to me," SuA says as your cock goes into her mouth. You play with their needy holes, before going back hard into Seungyeon's backdoor. "I NEED THAT FUCKING DICK, GIVE ME MORE," she begs as SuA spanks her ass. "Look at this whore, so needy," SuA says.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO BIG INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, FUCKKK," Seungyeon screams louder than ever. "Pound it, baby boy," SuA commands to you. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, HARDER, HARDER, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH" Seungyeon turns into a begging mess. You do as she pleases, taking your cock harder and harder in her ass. "LET'S GO, FUCK THAT FAT ASS," SuA instructs you. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams loudly.

As you finish fucking Seungyeon, both girls dive hard to suck your cock, SuA arriving first and ready to savor her friend's dirty butthole, deepthroating your cock nonstop and licking the side of your shaft. Seungyeon follows suit, outdoing her best friend and taking your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Look at this whore, she wants every inch of it," SuA notices as Seungyeon spits on your cock.

"Look at those beautiful balls full of cum for us," Seungyeon says as she massages them while SuA deepthroats them. "We are gonna use this cock until there is nothing left" she continues. "Hell yeah, we're gonna milk it dry," SuA promises as she hands your cock to Seungyeon to take her turn sucking it, SuA jerking it off and kissing you while her friend bobs her head on it like a good slut.

Seungyeon spits hard on your cock. "I love the way you suck all that fucking spit," Seungyeon says, grabbing SuA's hair and shoving her face against your cock for another deepthroat. "Oh my goodness, I need to sit on this cock so bad," SuA says, moving on top of you and directing your cock back inside her anal hole. "Let me see it," Seungyeon says as her friend struggles to fit your thick cock in her tight anus.

"Let me get it slippery," Seungyeon says, rubbing some water from the pool in SuA's butt while her friend bounces on your cock. "I'm gonna get that ass all wet for you," Seungyeon says. SuA giggles, Seungyeon using her friend's bouncy butt as a pillow as she impales herself on your cock.

"I need all that fucking dick deep in my fucking ass," SuA moans, trying to get more and more of it inside her. "I love watching you sit on it," Seungyeon tells her, grabbing her ass and pushing it down your cock. "Look at this perfect ass bouncing all over that big fat cock," she says with a big smile on her face.

"I love the way you use that cock," Seungyeon tells SuA. "SPREAD IT OPEN, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," SuA begs to her friend, Seungyeon spreading SuA's tight ass trying to ease the pressure of your thick cock up her butt. "Go faster, put him on the edge," Seungyeon commands as SuA picks up the speed even with your cock feeling at times too big for her ass.

"Perfect, those long strokes, that's what I like to see," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Use him, use that fucking cock, go, go, go," Seungyeon keeps pushing her. "OH YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SuA starts screaming as your cock impales her deeper than ever. Seungyeon offers some relief, pulling your cock out for some butthole tasting.

"Put it back in there, please, just shove it back in there," SuA begs her friend as she is very needy for your cock. Seungyeon struggles to fit it, with SuA's tight hole and her wet butt proving to be a challenge. "It's so slippery in there," she says. You give her a helping hand, allowing SuA to squat on your cock. "Look at that beautiful ass riding that fat cock," Seungyeon says, enjoying watching her best friend.

"How does that fucking feel?" Seungyeon asks SuA as she bends her body down and pushes harder than ever to bounce on your cock. "So good," SuA answers "Such a nice fucking ass going up and down that cock," she says, making it stop a bit to taste your cock. "Back inside," she says, handing it back to you to fuck SuA a little more.

Seungyeon massages your balls down low while kissing SuA's ass up top. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA moans until you're finally done fucking her ass. "Let me taste it," she tells Seungyeon, wrestling your cock from her to suck it under her friend's watch, the two of them sharing more dirty kisses.

"My turn to sit on it," Seungyeon says. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, just jam it in there," SuA tells her. As soon as your cock finds her butthole, Seyngyeon activates her twerking mode. "Oh my God, such a fucking baddie," SuA says, spreading her cheeks open and missing a shot of spit with the speed Seungyeon bounces on your cock.

"Such a twerking slut, so fucking hot," SuA says as Seungyeon bounces her ass hard on your cock, giving you no time to breathe with her insane twerking. "Bounce all over that fucking dick, that's your fucking cock right now" SuA commands. "OHHHH FUCKKKK," Seungyeon moans as she twerks even harder.

"YES IT'S MY FUCKING COCK TO USE WHATEVER I WANT IT," Seungyeon screams. Her twerking and SuA's soft massage on your balls push you to the fullest. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," Seungyeon is very pleased as your cock impales her deeper and deeper in that butthole. SuA makes things even harder, jerking your cock off while Seungyeon bounces fast on it.

"OH YES, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams as she is on the verge of cumming. "USE IT, USE IT, USE IT," SuA pushes her harder, spanking Seungyeon's big butt. "OH MY GOD, IT'S HITTING ME SO DEEP," she keeps screaming. "Don't stop, use that fucking toy, that's your toy," SuA tells her as Seungyeon keeps twerking.

"I want to taste it, right from that fucking ass," SuA says as she pulls your cock out of Seungyeon's butt, jerking it off hard and making it even wetter. "Oh yeah, lick it all," Seungyeon tells her. "Lemme just teases it," SuA says, rubbing your tip against the entrance of Seungyeon's rectum.

"Oh, that cock feels so good in my ass," Seungyeon moans as she resumes twerking. SuA smiles, her hands all over your balls as she enjoys her friend being a cockslut, spreading her ass while Seungyeon rides. "SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD," Seungyeon moans. "BOUNCE, BOUNCE, FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT," SuA orders her friend, giving her fat ass more and more spanks.

"Such a good cock to take up that fucking ass, isn't it? The perfect dick to take up the ass" SuA asks Seungyeon. "Keep moving that fat ass, bounce on that dick like a good fucking whore," SuA continues to push. "I'M GONNA CUM," Seungyeon announces. "YES, CUM ALL OVER THAT BIG FAT COCK, YOU FUCKING WHORE," SuA tells her.

Seungyeon squirts all over your body as she collapses into orgasm. SuA immediately takes your cock to taste it. "Give it to me," she says. "I love watching you taste my ass off his cock," Seungyeon tells her, but SuA barely listens, hyperfocused on giving you the best blowjob.

SuA lies sideways on the chair as you get up from it. "Slide that cock back in my ass again, please," she commands. Seungyeon is right there, resting her face on her friend's butt and kissing it. "Oh my Gosh, yeah, fuck, it goes so deep in there, ahhhhh" SuA moans as you go back to pump her ass. "Let me spread it open," Seungyeon says as she worships her friend's butt.

"I love watching you take every inch," Seungyeon tells her. "And I love watching you spread it wide," SuA replies. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SPREAD ME, IT'S SO GOOD, DEEP IN THAT FUCKING ASS," she screams. "I love the way you thrust deep into my friend's ass, makes her look like such a good buttwhore," Seungyeon tells you.

"Bora you're such a good buttwhore, so good at using cocks," Seungyeon keeps saying to SuA. "Is that what you like, cum all over his cock like a good buttwhore?" Seungyeon keeps asking. "AHHH, AHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, PLEASE," SuA begs as you attack your asshole. "Let's go, I wanna feel your body cum, please," Seungyeon tells her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," SuA moans hard. Seungyeon rubs her cunt, getting her closer and closer to cum. "RUB MY PUSSY LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, I LOVE THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE USING ME RIGHT NOW," SuA says. "Are we using you or are you using us?" Seungyeon asks, increasing the speed of her massage on SuA's clit.

"Oh my god that is so hot," SuA says as you pull out of her ass and stick your cock right in Seungyeon's slutty mouth, leaving a huge gape behind. "Feed her that fucking dick all the way down that fucking throat, now put it back in my ass, fuck yeah," SuA says as you drill her butt harder than ever. "All the needs right now is getting fucked in the ass, getting railed up that butthole," Seungyeon says, pushing SuA's body against your cock

"THAT FEELS SO GOOD, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, OH MY GOD," SuA screams as she starts squirting, giving you the perfect opportunity to give your cock once again to Seungyeon. "Fuck me and feed her," SuA commands as Seunhgyeon bobs her head on your cock.

You push Seungyeon towards a stool, making her lie on it with her fat ass as she spreads her legs wide open. SuA quickly comes in and licks her friend's asshole. "Oh yeah," Seungyeon says, very pleased.

"Give it to her," SuA tells you as she steps aside, guiding your cock back into Seungyeon's butt. "Oh my gosh," Seungyeon moans. "So beautiful getting fucked in the ass, the perfect fuckhole for his big fat cock," SuA says. "Ahhh, I love being a little fuckhole," Seungyeon moans while SuA rubs her clit.

"I love seeing your face right next to my ass," a needy Seungyeon tells SuA. "How about my face tasting that big cock right from your fat ass?" SuA asks, grabbing your shaft and putting it in her mouth one more time. "Even better," Seungyeon answers.

"Put it back in, I need more, this cock is so wet," Seungyeon says. "I love tasting all those juices from her dirty fucking ass, fuck her and feed me, baby boy," SuA orders to you. "OHHHH YESSSS," Seungyeon screams, very excited.

You keep taking turns between Seungyeon's butt and SuA's mouth. "That's so nasty, I love how nasty this is, such a dirty slut tasting that fucking cock right from my fucking ass," Seungyeon says, rubbing her clit now. "Oh my God look at this fucking cock drilling this pretty ass," SuA says, enjoying the view.

"OH THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING," Seungyeon screams as you attack her ass deep. "Such a pretty pussy too, pity we won't use it today," SuA says. "OH FUCK IT'S SO INTENSE AND DEEP," Seungyeon says, SuA smiling as her best friend turns into nothing but your cocksleeve. "Don't you love taking every inch of this dick up your fucking ass," SuA asks her.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon answers as you pound her ass into oblivion. "Such an amazing feeling that cock deep in there, OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH," Seungyeon says, almost losing her breath. But SuA keeps pushing, kissing her friend's ass, and rubbing her pussy while she gets anally pounded.

"OH MY SO FUCKING TURNED ON RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT, I WANNA FEEL THAT COCK IN MY ASS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I LOVE IT SO MUCH," Seungyeon moans as a loud helicopter flies over the hotel, but she makes such a hella noise you can still hear her moans loud and clear.

"My turn to sit on that stool," SuA says as she does the same as her friend, Seungyeon happily spreading her ass for your cock to enter next. "Fuck, it's so good," SuA moans. "Should I taste that asshole?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes," SuA answers as you give your cock for her friend to get it wet. "Such pretty dick-sucking lips all over that cock," SuA says.

"AHHHH YEAHHHHH," SuA is very excited as you pound her ass. Seungyeon spits on your cock as you keep drilling her friend's ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, HMMMM," SuA moans. "Let me taste it again," Seungyeon begs as you take turns between her mouth and SuA's ass. "That's so hot," SuA says.

"SPREAD IT, SPREAD IT, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE," SuA screams as Seungyeon lines up behind her, watching her friend take your big fat cock in her ass. "AHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," SuA moans, losing her breath as Seungyeon fingers her clit. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps moaning.

"Give it to her, give her that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands to you as she increases the speed of fingering SuA's clit. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," SuA moans loudly. "See how much she loves being used and stretched out, moaning like a good whore," Seungyeon says."Look at that ass spread wide open with that big fat cock," Seungyeon says. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA screams loudly as you rearrange her guts with hard and fast thrusts.

"It's getting hot in here, let's get back to the pool," Seungyeon orders as you lie on the shallow part of it and let both girls suck your cock a little bit more. "Such a nasty girl tasting my dirty ass," SuA says to Seungyeon.

"Let me fuck that ass one more time," you tell Seungyeon, putting her body sideways and pounding her ass. "OH FUCK YES," she moans as you start drilling her butt, SuA lying to the side of her and watching your thrusts make loud noises in the water. "OH YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon moans. You fuck SuA's throat a bit, before going back to pounding the tanned girl's anus.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH," Seungyeon is nothing but a moaning mess. "Put your ass in her face," you order to SuA, who sits right on Seungyeon's head, her young friend clinging to eat her pussy as you pound her harder and harder. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans under SuA'S cunt.

"FUCK, YES, YES, YES, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK, FUCK, HARDER, HARDER," Seungyeon begs as you turn her into an anal whore, making waves in the pool as you pound her butt. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE," she loudly begs.

"You want my cum, you fucking slut?" you ask Seungyeon. "Yes, give me all your cum," she begs. You soon pull out of her asshole and coat her big butt with your seeds, painting it white, SuA quickly comes in and licks Seungyeon's ass, taking all that cum into her mouth.

"Save it, don't swallow," Seungyeon orders to SuA, getting back up as the two girls swap your cock, laughing and giggling. "Wow, that was so intense," Seungyeon says.

"Right, let's celebrate it," SuA says as she tosses your body in the pool. You three spend a few more minutes swimming naked, before heading into your bedrooms and getting yourselves dry.

On the next day, you started walking across the hotel, ready to go to the beach, until you found SuA and Seungyeon dancing at the gym.

"Where are you going today?" Seungyeon asks you. "To the beach," you tell them. "Well, how about you fuck us again first?" SuA asks. "Come here, baby boy, let her sit that fat ass on your face while I ride your cock," SuA continues, ready for another fuck session.

The beach can wait.

This fic wasn't initially planned. However, after seeing SuA posting those bikini pics, I had a massive urge to write about her. Knowing she had collabed with Seungyeon in the past, their friendship and that Seungyeon also had a vacation in Vietnam last year (where she took the bikini selfie in this story), plus the fact I wanted to write about her since last year but never commited to it, I finally decided to pull the trigger and added her to the mix as well. Plus it gave me the perfect excuse to post their hot bikini pics.

Hope you guys enjoy this all-anal debauchery by the pool. Probably one of the smuts I had the most fun writing.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital illustration of a scene from episode 25 of The Magnus Protocol featuring Colin, Sam, and Alice. Colin is a thin white man with light brown hair half in a ponytail, with the other half being very short on top. He also has a scruffy beard and mustache and body hair. He is wearing glasses with yellow lenses, a yellow t-shirt, a white button-up, and blue jeans. Sam is a shorter, fat South Asian man with brown skin and short, curly dark hair and a mustache. He is wearing a cream undershirt with a dark brown cardigan, dark red trousers, and brown and gold shoes. Alice is a lanky white trans woman with freckles, shaggy brown hair, and piercings. She is wearing a pink flannel, patchwork flannel skirt, bracelets, and pink cat-eye glasses and nail polish. The entire image is tilted and lit with dark red shadows and pale blue highlights.

The image is from the POV of a computer. A desk with a keyboard mouse, and OIAR mousepad are visible in the foreground. Colin stands with a sledgehammer held over his head ready to swing, tears flying out of his eyes as he stares at the viewer with fury. Sam is attempting to tackle him, shoving himself into Colin's torso. Alice is sitting at the desk, leaning out of the way and holding a hand out as if to keep Colin back, her other arm over the desk, having knocked the computer mouse into the air. She looks like she's yelling out at him. end ID]

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hi <3 i want to draw this scene one billion times <3 so i went a lil crazy with this one <3

also closeups

[ID: Closeups of the above image. The first image is of Colin and Sam, the second is of Alice. end ID]

[eowynstwin]

This truly is the last thing I want to say on this blog and then I'm done psych I lived bitch, but given how the fucking catastrophe started it's only appropriate this is how I end it—

You have racist bias whether you like it or not. Particularly if you are US American, racism was baked into your worldview no matter what kind of household, liberal or conservative, you grew up in. Racism is quite often far more covert than it is overt. It is not just a voluntary behavior; it is more often the subconscious ways you organize and hierarchize other cultures and people.

In the case of Gaz—sure, you might actively believe that he deserves to be more included. You think he's a good character and people really should think about him more! But you personally headcanon him a certain way, and really it's not a headcanon you're actually all that into, so that's why you don't talk about him as much. It's not because he's black, it's because he doesn't fit the thing you like talking about the most. The fact that he's black is really just a coincidence, you're not excluding him because of that. In fact, you're sure other people like him for exactly the reason you're not all that into him, and you'll just leave it to them to pick up the slack. Or you'll get to him later! In fact, you have some ideas for him. You just haven't gotten around to them yet.

Take that and multiply it by thousands of white women in fandom—not just this fandom, not just Gaz's character, but every fandom and every character of color. It doesn't matter that there's no active malice behind not personally liking black characters and other characters of color. Non-white characters still take a backseat to their white counterparts, because white women in fandom cannot wrap their heads around black, brown, indigenous, and Asian characters as complex, complicated characters worthy of their interest or frankly, their desire.

They cannot wrap their heads around this because they were conditioned not to by decades of racist culture.

Case in point; plenty of white women in this fandom have fallen head over heels for Makarov and Graves. The sins of these out-and-out villains are totally forgiven by virtue of their sex appeal, and because they are portrayed by attractive, charismatic men who put a lot of passion behind their performances.

But can we say the same for Hadir? Can we say the same for Hassan?

The sins of these two Middle Eastern characters do not outweigh those of their villainous white counterparts, yet how many angsty fix-it fics have been written exploring Hadir's complicated relationship with violence and imperialism? How many enemies-to-lovers or even lovers-to-enemies fics have been written about Hassan, the face of whose homeland has been irrevocably marred by US interference?

No one who points out the racism of this trend is accusing these white women of active, militant white supremacy. I'm not saying any of you even have to like Gaz, Hadir, or Hassan. But your preferences have been tuned for you by a culture shaped by slavery, imperialism, and white supremacy. That is not something you can escape merely because you support the BLM movement or reblog vetted Palestinian gofundmes.

The only way you can truly fight your own racism is to be actively anti-racist. It is about far more than who you give money to or what graphics you pin on your instagram. It is an everyday practice of learning how racism has shaped your worldview for you.

This is not work that is done in a week, a month, or a year. Becoming anti-racist takes as much time as it took to make you racist in the first place. For some of you, the work may turn out to be easy. For others, it may be hard. You must do it either way.

Some good places to start:

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Ain't I a Woman? by bell hooks

We Real Cool: Black Men and Masculinity by bell hooks

A Burst of Light by Audre Lorde

The Body Is Not An Apology by Sonya Renee Taylor

Fearing the Black Body by Sabrina Strings

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi

Being Palestinian edited by Yasir Suleiman

[moonbaetarot]

Pick a pile

Future spouses physical appearance

1. 2. 3.

Pile 1

Your future spouse has really nice glowy skin. They are confident they know they look good. this person looks younger than you or could be younger then. they have very youthful skin, eyes, body they take care of themselves. This person has dark hair brown or black. They could look like they have their life together even if they don’t but when people see them in public they will definitely think they have it all. They may always be in their work clothes. This person may look stressed a lot I see them putting their hand on their head and sighing. They have really straight white teeth. Someone’s future spouse may be Asian. Your future spouse has nice hands I feel like you will think they are really attractive. They could like wearing cowboy boots. This person may have a scar on their arm from when they were younger. Your future spouse is like slim muscular, you can definitely see those muscles with no clothes tho lol. Your going to really like there legs and thighs aswell. They have cat/ fox eyes they have like Kendall Jenner eyes. I feel you will really like this persons hair and if they’re a male they will have a beard. I see them having straight hair. They also may color their hair.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 2

Your future spouse may raise there eyebrows a lot. They have small facial features small eyes, mouth, nose, eyes. Their face may get red a lot when they smile or laugh. This person likes to keep their hair simple they don’t like to really mess with it. You and your future spouse will look differently from each other you know how some people look like there spouse sometimes y’all will not but will definitely compliment each other well. Their skin could be fair to Olive. Your person if definitely good looking. They have a very masculine and fatherly energy. They look like they get things done and they take care of their family and kids. They are Definitely the bread winner in the family. Your future spouse looks really friendly and trusting like if they’re in public and someone needs directions there asking your future spouse. They definitely talk to strangers a lot just starting up a whole conversation with a stranger and you just standing there like can you stop yapping so we can go lol. This person has a really nice jaw line they look very strong they may work out or just care about their heath in general. This person may have a really long neck. This person could have lighter hair I feel Ike your really going to like playing with there hair it’s really soft and flows nice.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 3

your future spouse likes to change their appearance a lot they get bored by the way they look so they change little things like the way they dress here and there. This person may dislike something about there face all the cards I pulled they’re all covering there face with there Hands or hair. I don’t get that there’s anything wrong with their face they personally just don’t like it. This person would have very long eyelashes or just nice bright eyes. I feel like you know what your future spouse looks you don’t know them but you “know them” I feel like you watch and read a lot of pac about them so when you meet your going to be like “yup your mine lol”. I feel like you’re going to love taking pictures of them. They may wear a suit and tie for work. Your person has light features lights hair, light skin and light eyes. I feel like it may be there nose they don’t like about themselves they think it’s to big but it honestly looks like a normal man’s nose lol. your gong to be very attractive to your future spouse like when you see them you’re going to be like “yup put a ring on it”. I feel like this person is going to be or look older than you. I also see them being much taller than you.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

[httpuckdrop]

ashes – day 25

this time, jack was not going to let you escape.

he was not going to fall asleep before you, and he was not going to wake up the next morning, pained to find your spot in the bed empty yet again.

jack's acting skills were put to the test, because he had a plan. pretend to be tired all evening, blame it all on the unusually rigorous training schedule, pretend to fall asleep just minutes after settling in bed.

when you noticed his steady breathing and the way his arms grew limp around your form, it was your sign to retreat. sneakily as ever, you slipped out of his grasp, careful not to make a single sound. but right when you reached down to pick up your bra from the floor, jack's eyelids fluttered open. as if you were a deer caught in headlights, your body froze and your eyes widened, but he spoke up before you had the chance to explain yourself.

"the spell doesn't break at midnight, cinderella," he joked, a sleepy grin slapped onto his face. you hastily pulled on the bra, stepping into your panties. "you're more than welcome to spend the night, you know."

you let out a little chuckle, draping your white linen shirt across your shoulders and beginning to button it up. "thank you, but i can't."

"is there any day you can?" he sat up slightly, leaning onto one elbow as he watched you put on your skirt.

"i'm not sure…" you shot a glance towards the full-body mirror on the wall to make sure your skirt was straight, trying to sound distracted as an excuse for your poor answer.

once you turned back to him, he held his hand out towards you, and you stepped forward to take it in yours. "check your calendar for me, will you?"

you nodded, before leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. "text me."

when you stepped out of the apartment, your heart ached in a way it usually didn't when you left him like this; your mind was clouded with conflicted feelings. on one hand, you weren't sure if you could allow yourself to go wherever this was headed. on the other hand, jack was special. he remembered every single detail about you, from how you liked your coffee to what rings you wore each time he met you; he loved holding your hand on the dinner table and therefore loved taking you out to asian restaurants so you'd only use one hand for your chopsticks; he texted you at any and all hours of the day, not at all worried that you'd find him obsessive. he gave you new experiences, he made you feel again.

bit by bit, he was healing you.

[diejager]

Hi! I got the notification that your requests are open skjsjsjs so exciting, can you do something about the noodle dragon with Monster!Task Force 141 please? That would be all, thank you and have a nice day! ❤️✨

Cw: canon-typical violence, weird water magic, weird dragon/monster shit and lore, death, crash, tell me if I missed any.

They’d gotten used to you over the month, watching you prance around them like a graceful panther in hunt, stalking around them with that cheeky smile of yours and a clawed hand always ready to patch someone up. You were a might dragon, a warm to some classifications and an Asian one to others, but the consensus was that you weren’t one to be trifled with —as most dragons were, but if anything, you were so a feline in a body of a dragon than the ferocious monster you were. Always prowling and on guard, watchful and observant, aware of the events transpiring around you like a protective cat.

They took well to you, forgoing the paranoia and apprehension at your eagerness to help them and you openness, your long tail, hard scales protecting the thick cords of sinewy muscles curled ever so softly around them, and the tuff of fur tickling any naked piece of skin. And however tender and soft-hearted you were, they’d seen the dangerous part of you, the draconic one with a strange affinity to water rather than the destructive fire they were so familiar with. Whereas Price was a chaotic force, burning everything on his path and leaving nothing but cinder and ash, you were an unmoving force of water, a typhoon and cyclone that would crash the land and leave broken pieces of what remained, cold and drowned —the calm before the storm as people said, a perfect imagery of you.

Yet there was a lingering suspicion that it was all, that there was a more monstrous part of you hidden away from their eyes. Horangi had shared such thoughts - another mythical creature of sacredness and nobility - and showed them what hehad heard of eastern dragons: giant snake-like creatures with the faces of lions and crowns of graceful antlers, born with lustrous manes and hard but flexible scales that let them dance and twirl as they wished it. Destructive beauty, Horangihad mumbled, a creature who’s image is drawn to represent beauty and nobility. 

They knew, they were fully aware, that you had more to show, yet they couldn’t hold back the awe and amazement that followed the gut-deep fear and worry after they saw you fall, your figure shrinking as you plummeted into the dark and silent ocean, gone into the wide, open sea. Rather than seeing your head pop out, gasping for air while they clung to their straps and helicopter, Nikolai screaming through the comma about holding onto something, swirling left and right to avoid being hit a second time by the war ship, it was calm, a smooth plain growing in darkness, a shape forming beneath the veil of a blue ocean. 

Then, before they knew it, a majestic serpent erupted from the sea, wet scales gleaming under the sun while you rose into the sky in a spiral, white fur floating like you hadn’t just come out of water. You were swift, curling in the air, your magicworking it’s wonder when you flew, stubby arms and legs moving as if you were swimming, looping around them to shield them from being narrowly hit. It was as Horangi gushed, water rose and fell with you, tendrils of salty water reaching out to curl around you, rising high to swarm the enemy ship the same way you did, circling around it until it was left submerged, swallowed up by your hydromancy. You had drowned warship in the depth of the abyss, a dark and cold pit that promised a lonely death, forgotten and painful. You had caused the deaths of hundreds with a twirling dance, an alluring, yet deadly show, like an oleander.

You made no show of joining them in the aircraft, keeping your distance from them, adequate enough to protect them from further damage without becoming a danger to them. They - especially Price, since he had never seen an eastern dragon, only from files and catalogues - gawked, gazing at your head-sized eye, blinking owlishly at them with a narrowed eyes, slitted pupil gleaming with glee at their admiration. You purred, a growling rumble that shook your gills, a deep sound shuddering through them like thunder, low and booming, but it was a happy sound, meant to comfort them from the near sinking that you’d saved them from.

Even in this situation, where they’d been saved by you, you were still trying to comfort them and reassure them despite having taken a hit or two. They were glad Laswell found you.

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[authorhjk1]

Colours for her maybe?

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cr4zK8ShdZx/?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

White

(Jinni X Male Reader)

Warning! Race kink. This is purely fictional. If you are not comfortable with that, don't read it.

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Until two months ago, you were a horny loser. Average job, average looks, average life. It had been years since your last relationship and your desire to have sex again was increasing by the second. Sure, you could've ordered a hooker, but you decided that that would really be your last resort.

While your were scrolling through a porn side, trying to find a video of an Asian pornstar you haven't watched yet, you stumble across an add for an new app. An app for people with different kinks to come together and live out their fantasies. You were reluctant at first. You never had any luck with dating apps, so why should this one be different?

The lack of a partner that satisfies your carnal cravings eventually overwhelmed you. With shakey fingers, you create an account. It only took a couple of minutes, until you were staring at the last box you had to fill out.

What kink is your favorite?

You knew you shouldn't reduce someone to the color of their skin or their ethnicity. But since you got into kpop, you were really down bad for Asian women. You just couldn't resist. Everything about them seemed to be perfect.

Your heart beat faster as you typed in the words, afraid that they would ban you from the app.

Two days. Two days later she answered. You couldn't believe your luck, excitement rushing through your veins. You stared at her message for more than just a couple minutes.

"I want to be you favorite Asian girl."

You quickly checked out her profile.

"I like to be reduced to nothing but my body. I need someone to free-use me whenever they want. I want to go to random weddings and let a man fuck me in a semi public place, so everyone can hear my slutty moans, completely ruining their wedding."

One thing let to another...

"Oh fuck! Your cock is tearing me open!"

Jinni screams out her pleasure, her voice bouncing off the walls of this small walk in closet. This isn't your first time fucking her at a wedding. But the the first time in a church.

You know she is exaggerating a little, but that plays into her kink. Letting all the guests know that you're fucking her brains out. You are sure her voice must be echoing throughout the whole church, the old stone walls making it easier for her voice to spread.

"Give it to me. Give it to me hard! Please!"

Jinni moans and begs as you pound her from behind. Her hands are pressed against the wall she is leaning on as she takes that pounding like a good girl. Her white dress hiked up around her waist.

"Fuck, you are tight."

"Yes, I am! Just for you! Pound that Asian pussy!"

The wedding must be ruined right now, but you don't care. You keep thrusting into Jinni, enjoying how she feels around your cock. Her tight body takes every thrust with ease. That's what she said herself. She's only a body, made to be used.

You rest your head in her hair, taking in her scent. You can't keep this up for much longer. Jinni is a pro in making you cum as hard and as quick as possible by now. And the thrill of getting caught adds to that as well.

"Oh, baby! Use my body as a cum dump! Please! Cream pie me!"

Her cries force you to fuck her harder as you chase after your orgasm. If the wedding wasn't ruined yet, it definitely is now.

"Jinni..."

You warn her, your hands on her waist pulling her against your hips as you thrust forward.

"Do it! I'm just a sex toy!"

"Fuck!"

This is probably the first time the involuntary audience hears your voice. But you don't care.

You finish inside Jinni, making a mess of her pussy. Painting her insides white, you hold her in place, stopping her from grinding herself against you.

When the brain fog of your orgasm finally disappears, you can think straight again.

"Let's get out of here, before they catch us."

You nod, trying to collect yourself and your clothes.

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Hey everyone!

Something a little different this time. This was me, just testing the waters. Since race is often a sensitive topic, I want to know how you guys stand on race play. I've a couple of asks for idols with men of darker skin color, but I'm hesitant to write them, if I don't know your stance on this particular topic. Feel free to comment or send me a message. This won't be a regular theme of my stories. But I might mix it in occasionally, if you guys are fine with that.

After coming up with the idea for that app, I think I'm gonna use it for some of the parts of this series as well. So, if you want your favorite idol to have a particular kink, feel free to send it along with your request.

Oh, and please do mention the name of the idol, when you send pictures or links. I don't know everyone of course and some idols can look very different from other angles, or with new hair color. So to avoid confusion please add the name.

[tbshorts]

Turtwig and Torterra are almost perfect. Grotle........ is also there.

Chimchar really doesn't look like much, but Infernape absolutely rips

Piplup is easily the best gen 4 starter, Empoleon is practically a legendary

Video scripts below the cut

Turtwig:

Ah, the worst gen 4 starter - I'm kidding! I'm kidding. It's only second worst. It's a simple concept, executed well: what if a tortoise was also the seed of a plant, and as the tortoise grows, so does the tree on its shell. It recalls the idea of world turtles, the best cosmological concept, which is also hinted at in Torterra's pokédex entries.

But, right, Turtwig - like most starters it's mostly designed to be cute, with its broad smiling jaw and oversized upper lip and chibi proportions. The lil' twig with the two leaves on the head is just adorable, it's the pokémon version of a propeller hat, and I'm really charmed by it.

As for Grotle, well, middle stages are often awkward, and with its weird almost caterpillar body shape and two… bushes(?) on the back, it looks a bit half-finished. It really could have done more to imply a flowering garden on its back, it looks too barren.

Torterra, though? Fuck yeah, Torterra, this pokémon is so fucking cool. A giant tortoise with legs like tree trunks and claws made of boulders, and hills and trees perched upon its back, that RULES. My only criticism is that it is way too small in-game. If it was Wailord sized, it'd be S-tier.

Grade: A

Chimchar

Chimchar is probably the weakest design among the starters, both it and Monferno never really transcend just being… monkeys with fire on their tails. Chimchar has the… well it's supposed to be the shape of a small ember on its head, but let's be real, it looks like a poop, and there just isn't enough THERE to make it more than what it seems on the surface.

Monferno at least has the blue and red face markings, slightly recalling the idea of a mandrill, which is cool, and a bit of that wild white collar, which, okay, that's something, but it still barely looks special - if anything it looks like a first-stage evolution, honestly.

Infernape, thankfully, makes up for a LOT of lost ground. The billowing fire hair gives it a sense of dynamism, the powerful red crest on the face makes it look tough, the bright white is striking and the decorative gold pads on its body recalls how divinity is often decorated in Asian art. It's trite to compare every mystical monkey to Sun Wukong, but it does feel like some of him or Hanuman is in here, the design has a ton of charisma. And I really like that it remains slim, it looks agile, quick, clever, and more than a little mischievous. Weak pre-evolution designs are worth it to get to here.

Grade: B

Piplup is easily the best gen 4 starter, Empoleon is practically legendary

Piplup is the cutest gen 4 starter and also the best designed, this lil' guy is such an instant and immediate charmer. Being a baby penguin, how could it not be, but also the way that its blue markings are "fastened" on its beak and cascade down into a cloak hanging over its shoulders gives it a real "preschool kid in a raincoat" vibe that I love, and the two "buttons" on the tummy like it's wearing overalls just… god it's cute.

Prinplup avoids the awkwardness of middle stage evolutions, looking both cute with its plump little body, buttons and tailcoat, like a kid wearing his first fancy suit, but also like it's fast and powerful, thanks to those sleek fins and the head crest.

Empoleon, meanwhile… like holy shit, this thing looks like a LEGENDARY. The beak extending into a shape which is both a crown AND a trident is genuinely brilliant design, the picture of a nautical ruler. The stippling on the white marking makes it look like a fancy cravat of a king or prince, the hard edges of its collar look at once regal and dangerous, like it could slice you to piece with it, and together with those shield-like hard fins gives it an air of invulnerability almost. This thing is INTIMIDATING, it's regal, it's powerful, it's amazing!

Grade: S

[faeyells]

Hey so… fuck you jkr

Fuck you for making everyone in your book cis, straight, white, able bodied, English speaking and from England (and if they weren’t they were some kind of stereotype)

This is my personal middle finger to you.

Remus, welsh, trans ftm, gay, disabled, uses a cane, would definitely side with Luigi, definitely only married Tonks cause they both needed someone to support them, fuck you

Sirius, French, definitely got some gender fuckery going on, bi, beats the shit out of nazis/homophobes/transphobes, love of my life, fuck you

Peter, Australian, he doesn’t fucking know or care, he just likes people (sometimes), definitely joins Sirius in his violent conquests, fuck you

James, south Asian, pan, poly, bro just loves fucking everyone, he is incapable of hate (most of the time), would literally only hate you and Voldemort, fuck you

Lily, Scottish, bi, poly, angry as fuck, will whip ur ass for talking badly about any of her friends, she would eviscerate you online, twitter is her playground and she will make you her bitch, fuck you

Marlene, Aussie, lesbian, defo some gender fuckery too, one day she’s all girly pop, next she’s in knee length cargos, crew socks, a wifebeater and uggs, about to whack you over the head with her surfboard, fuck you

Mary, Swahili, bi, trans mtf, my goddess, is just genuinely, kinder, funnier and a better writer than you, omg I just decided Mary keeps these like rlly long diaries just full of stories she’s written, hol up while I write that down, fuck you

Pandora, god knows, she’s just turned up one day, pan, trans mtf (oh I’m not even done yet), speaks in tongues fluently, would defo shit talk you to Sybil, fuck you

Sybill, Czech, bi, ace, trans (she/they) (my knowledge only extends so far on the terms front) would calmly and incredibly gorely tell you how you are going to die, and then watch Barty carry it out, smiling, fuck you

Dorcas, where do we headcanon Dorcas is from? I think she grew up in London but that might just be because I need a token “grew up here” character, would beat you, don’t fight me, fight her, fuck you

Regulus, French, bi, poly, trans ftm, he is babygirl (this is a non gendered term to me) yeah sure he’s fucked up and makes mistakes and shit, he’s remorseful, he makes up for it, but still, he’s babygirl, because if he saw you, Hed spit on your shoes and tell you to turn to love, fuck you

Evan, German, he swears Dora just showed up one day, gay, bored, loml, I cried over him two days ago, he would also beat you up, or maybe just watch Barty do it, fuck you

Barty, English (wow look at that), trans ftm, gay, fucking crazy, I love him, would troll you on twitter, would call you John Rowling and ask how much you like it BITCHHH, fuck you

Is that everyone? It doesn’t feel like everyone. I am missing someone.

OHHHH LOVES OF MY LIFE WAIT

Bellatrix, French, lesbian, crazy bitch, I love her, defo dates Rita, would be a total misandrist except for when guys are useful to her, clung only Molly cause he reminded her of the people she loved (Cissy, Rita, Andy) and would hate you :), loves Peggy by ceechyna, fuck you

Narcissa, french, lesbian, swordfights, reads Sappho, is the fucking best, Queen of lavender marriages, would give you a mildly disgusted look and walk away, we are rather displeased with you

Andromeda, French, straight (whattt???), defo tops tho, don’t know much about her but I’d like to, give me fic recommendations, she seems fucking badass, she would kill you for her little gender fluid baby, fuck you

Rita, English, lesbian (it’s getting funny at this point), trans mtf (I’m shitting myself laughing with all my headcanons written out like this), dyslexic, fight me, that quick quotes quill was there for one reason and one reason only, so she could diss you with the spelling immaculate, fuck you

Alice, German, bi, genuinely a kind person, would get incredibly angry at you if you hurt anyone she likes feeling though, wouldn’t hurt you or anything, just go best red and start crying (tears of anger) while saying mean things about you, then cissy would come over, and then she’d punch you, only if cissy said to though, fuck you

Ted, English (Yorkshire, I just know it), cis het, he does bottom though, fight me, seems genuinely kind, we love to see it, just a nice guy, fuck yeah, still fuck you though

Behold them in all their glory, no particular order or reasons. Just vibes

If I forgot anyone, pls tell me, :))) I don’t want to tag this, it’s gonna be everywhere.

I reached 30 tags so quickly,

Damn

[smutoperator]

Aphrodite

Jeon Heejin x Male Reader

Tags: breeding, clitorial fingering, (lots of) cowgirl, creampie, failed facefuck, goddess, mating press, mythology, poolside, public nudity

Word count: 4000.

Santorini, Greece

Heejin's life had changed a lot in such a short span. Winning the lawsuit against her former company, reuniting with her old boss, joining a new group, and getting a new solo were all things that happened to her in under a year. But no memory became more ingrained in her mind than her trip to the beautiful Greek islands of Santorini. Heejin's time in the archipelago could only be described as something straight out of a movie, starting with the moment many people asked her and Jinsoul if they were a married couple due to their matching white dresses that caught people's attention. Filming season's greetings on a Greek island for a group named after a Greek goddess was the perfect fit after all.

Today was one of the couple of free days her group had to enjoy Santorini before heading back to Korea. Haseul, Jinsoul, Kim Lip, and Choerry all went out right in the morning, but Heejin opted to stay in the lodge the group was staying in at the top of one of the many hills of Santorini, intending to enjoy the pool and relax. She took her orange bikini, sprayed plenty of sunscreen on her body, and laid in one of the chairs poolside. Her body was glowing under Helios. Heejin had never felt so confident before, just deciding to spend the whole day playing in the pool by herself, enjoying being all alone in such a cozy and spacious lodge with no eyes watching her.

Heejin loved the total privacy she was getting that day, so much so that she started getting bolder and thinking of things she had never done before. As the hours passed by, she stripped herself naked, laid on the chair, and just closed her eyes, taking a nice and relaxing nap with her bare body on display. However, she would suddenly be disrupted by some noise.

A shocked Heejin rushed to cover her intimate parts as she saw a man repairing one of those classic white-painted houses in Santorini, panicking at the thought of him seeing her naked. She wasn't told anyone was going to make any repairs close to the lodge, unleashing her anger at the man. "What are you doing? Stop looking at me, you pervert. What are you waiting for? Get out!" Heejin furiously yelled. The man climbed down the stairs as Heejin covered her boobs with her left hand. "Are you crazy?" he asked. Indeed, you had the right to be shocked much more than her, as you definitely weren't expecting your little job you got in Santorini during tourist season to deliver such an awkward experience as seeing a naked East Asian woman yelling at you.

Heejin looked petrified, biting her nails as her cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. But her naughtier side was also looking at the sights of a muscular guy whose body seemed sculpted by the gods Greece is so famous for. She thought of the whole scene all night, struggling to sleep. Heejin's thoughts were divided between feeling embarrassed for being seen naked or for her rude behavior towards the guy. As a new day arrived, Heejin surprisingly decided to stay at the lodge once again. "I'll catch you later," she told her groupmates, as her day started like the previous one, but this time with a major headache that permeated her thoughts.

Heejin walked towards the same place where the man was doing his repairs yesterday. Her heart raced the moment she saw you shirtless working on that beautiful house. She set her sights on you, watching how you perform your craft before heading in your direction. "Excuse me?" Heejin asked. "I'm here to say I'm sorry for yesterday; I wasn't aware someone would be in the vicinity," she continued. You didn't say a word to her, pretending not to understand what she said. A saddened Heejin just ended up walking back to her lodge as you kept working.

But she wasn't going to give up easily. Heejin decided she was going to bring the guy she had a crush on by any means. A goddess always gets what she wants, especially the goddess of love and beauty. Heejin found the company the repair guy worked for and sent them a request for work in the lodge. You felt dreaded when you got the call, as you knew it was the address from the woman who had rudely yelled at you, but you had to do the job. But as you arrived at the door and rang the bell, no one was there to answer.

For a moment, you almost thought it was a prank. What if that mad East Asian woman just wanted to take revenge on you for ignoring her? Knowing your company had a 30-minute tolerance policy, Heejin made you wait for nearly the whole time while she was inside the lodge, enjoying you desperately ringing the doorbell multiple times to no avail. She got herself ready, and just as time was about to expire, a familiar silhouette appeared at the door, wearing just a black robe as if she had just gotten out of the shower.

Heejin slowly dropped the robe as she walked through the door, unveling the same body that caused the whole scuffle a day ago. Up close, she was even more stark, beautiful from top to bottom, a goddess-esque beauty. As she walked the final steps towards the door, you could only contemplate every single part of her: her perfect hair, her lustful eyes, her small nose, her cute lips, her sexy collarbones, her perky little tits, her flat belly, her bare legs, and, most importantly, her tight trimmed pussy. Your eyes just moved involuntarly at this point, going toe to head, head to toe, multiple times as if they were looking at the incarnation of a goddess.

"You're crazy," was your first reaction as you smiled. Heejin laughed. "No, I'm Aphrodite," she replied, putting her right hand on your neck as she kissed you. The goddess of love, lust, beauty, passion, pleasure, and most importantly, procreation. Heejin took the initiative from the start, unbuttonning your shirt as she kept kissing you. As she fully took your shirt off, you pushed her body closer to yours, giving her your most passionate kiss yet and running your left hand into her ass.

Heejin placed her hands on your torso and shoved you in the direction of the pool where your first meeting had happened. For a girl of her size, she was surprisingly strong, to the point that you were starting to believe she was indeed a goddess. Once you two had reached poolside, Heejin shoved you once again, this time towards not a regular pool chair but a whole king-size bed waiting for the two of you. The bed wasn't there at any moment previously, serving as a gift from the gods to their little Aphrodite. You looked at her perfect body as you lied on it, the remaining clothes on your body vanishing the moment your back hit the mattress. Heejin slowly climbed on it, crawling on top of your body as she gave you more kisses.

Her smile was beautiful and had you at your weakest every time she showed it. Her mouth sucked yours in a way resembling that of a soul eater. Heejin moved down your body and licked your still flaccid shaft for the first time, instantly turning it into a hard, throbbing, erected pole. You tugged her hair as you watched her lick it, groaning as she closed your eyes and delivered a tongue sweep of your tip. Heejin laughed as you reacted to it, repeating the move a few times before inserting it in her warm mouth, sucking it slowly while softly grabbing the base with her left hand. Her eyes full of lust looked at you as she now had both hands working her magic on your dick, using the right hand to stroke it hard while the left one still held the base.

Heejin now moved faster, turning a quick succession of blowjobs into her first deepthroat of your instrument. She had you on the edge from the start, continuing to rapidly suck it with little care if you were going to last for long. She treated your cock like a lollipop, making pop sounds as she put it in and out of her mouth and slapping it on her model-esque face and her sexy tongue. You couldn't resist her fast-paced blowjob for long as you started thrusting upwards to pound her throat. Heejin just took the hands of your cock and enjoyed your attempt to reach the depths of her mouth, trying to take as long as she could before inevitably gagging as she coughed on your penis.

Right after, Heejin gave you another smile and went back to her quick sucking ways before climbing on top of you while never keeping her hands out of your cock, stroking it fast and hard. Another fast and sloppy blowjob followed suit, and then you slowly guided her head in and out of your shaft, hearing the sexy popping noises every time her mouth pulled out of it. You gave her a pair of facefucks that made her cough once more before you too were competing to see who was faster: her hands stroking down your cock or your cock hitting Heejin up her mouth.

"I wanna ride your cock," Heejin whispered to your ear as she got it ready with hard strokes that had you throbbing harder than ever. You laid your back on the bed and watched her body cover the sun on top of you before moving to a straight position where she started grinding her entrance on your shaft. "Yeah, yeah," she softly moaned as her folds rubbed the sides of your pole. Heejin moaned the hardest when your tip hit her clit, as you held your cock firmly by the base for her to better grind on it, moving it a bit forward as she started going up, in such a way that once she went down, Heejin now had it fully inserted in her pussy.

"AHHHHHH," Heejin moaned beautifully as you filled her insides. Her ride was very slow, but she could take it deep from the start. Her moans after the first were soft and out of breath; her open mouth and closed eyes looked so visually pleasing as she bounced on your cock. "Oh, fuck, fuck. Oh God, you're so huge," she continued as she spread her legs and you ran your hands in her sexy thighs. At first, you just passively enjoyed it and let Heejin do all the work, moaning at each thrust, before joining in and pounding her from below as well. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Heejin moaned quickly before she regained her composure and increased the speed of her ride.

"Yes, rub my clit, touch my pussy," she said as you reached your left hand into her genitals. Now Heejin's ride had reached a new level as your thumb poked her clit while she kept bouncing. "Harder," you asked her, leading to more rapid moans as she picked up the pace. Heejin put her hands on your chest and moved closer to you as you took the opportunity to kiss her while giving her pussy fast and hard poundings that quickly had her screaming, leading Heejin to react with a laugther as she coped with the sudden heat in her hole. She kept herself collected and switched to a slower pace, firmly scratching her nails on your chest and kissing you before going back to her original straightening position, keeping her body away from you and leaving you as just a spectator for her pleasure.

"Such a nice big cock; make me feel it deep," Heejin ordered in whispers as she continued to ride it. Her moans increased the tune; a few ahs were replaced by many yeses, and finally a loud "OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK" that she screamed as if she were singing a high note. You tried once again to take advantage of her and pounce, but she was ready and just moved a little forward to keep moving as if nothing had happened. You tried to put your hands on her neck, but that didn't slow her down at all, having the opposite effect as she made sure you would now groan at each bounce.

"OH MY GODDDDD," Heejin finally showed some vulnerability, and you were finally able to strike, hitting her cunt fast and deep as her mouth opened to the fullest with her body tilting towards your chest and her screaming her lungs out right at your left ear. Heejin clings to you as you grab her from behind, and you too have a romantic makeout. She switches sides as she now faces the beautiful Aegean Sea in the background. "Yes, please give me your cock," she demands, ready for a new round of riding, but not before you slap it multiple times on her thorbbing vaginal lips, playing hide and seek with your shaft, eventually resting it under her ass as she grinds her folds on it once more. She moans as your tip goes in and you spread her cheeks for another ride, starting slowly before you spank her ass and ask her to go harder.

Heejin obliges, and with her body fully lined up against yours, she furiously rides your dick, giving you no rest whatsoever. Heejin may be the goddess, but now she's the one worshipping your divine cock. "Come on, faster," you demand of her with a big spank in her ass. Heejin goes harder, bouncing on you like a maniac as you now grab her by the waist. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screams the moment you put her ride to a halt and attack her cunt full speed, only stopping to slap her butt before you give her pussy another fast attack to the point your cock slips out of it. After this burst gets you tired, Heejin now tops you with her toes on top of her thighs, but you quickly answer back, making her cute little feet tremble as you shake her base. "DON'T STOP," she demands as you give her your biggest strike, making her skin red as she gets out of breath and recoupling herself with a slow and passionate ride aftewards as you suck her perky little tits.

"My clit yes, please," she says once again as you duck your hands under her entrance and fingers her with your penis still inside her stretched babyhole. "Yeah," Heejin moans as you circle around it, even touching your own shaft in the process. Your movements now increase as you make sure to stimulate the whole surface of her clitoris. The way she still manages to bounce on your dick makes it even hotter. Her pussy gets wetter as you increase the stimulation and attack her insides with your cock once again, just resting her head down in the bed as her cunt gets destroyed. Her ass gets slapped once more as you pull out of her and let her now take turns giving you a hot ride with her body tilted to her left before taking yet another massive pounding that makes her cheeks clap, spreading her ass as you strike once more and make her let out crying-esque moans.

Overwhelmed by your length, Heejin has to slow down. And wow, she really loves the cowgirl position, taking you once again on it, but this time in reverse, putting her hands on your belly as you look at her sexy back and soft ass, but not before doing her classic pole-grinding moves on your dick. "OHHHH," you groan. "AHHHH," she groans as your cock goes back inside her tight little slit. This time, Heejin goes for a very elongated ride, almost taking your cock completely out of her pussy at the top. "Slow and deep, slow and deep," she repeats to herself, already out of breath and giving out angelic moans each time she reaches the bottom of your massive member.

"Yes, rub my pussy just like that," Heejin demands as you return to stimulate her folds, catching her by surprise to the point your cock slips out of her hole, which Heejin quickly corrects. "Keep going, keep going; work your hands in my beautiful goddess pussy," she says. You give Heejin no rest, plowing her pussy fast with both hands now on her clit, spreading it wide open for the whole world to see as her juices coat your cock. Her clit is now harder than your dick, and her nipples are fully erect as she lets out more soft screams as you take her over the moon with your fast-paced poundings.

You pull out and keep teasing her erogenous zones, circling around her nipples and rubbing your tip on Heejin's throbbing clit before putting your cock back inside her. "Shit, yes, yes, yes," she says as you give her little pumps that hit her insides, before increasing the pace as you grab her legs. "Oh, you fuck me so good!" she exclaims, her little tits bouncing at each fucking. "Rub this pussy," you order her as she starts frenetically rubbing her clit. "Please make me cum," she says as her legs clench and she lacks the strength to continue riding before recomposing herself and taking it slowly, giving your tip a great treat as it hits the hood of your clit. Heejin changes her motion with long and deep bounces at moderate speed before you start clapping your balls hard in her entrance.

"Oh, please eat my pussy; just eat my pussy," she says as she sits it on your face with her hands on your belly. "Ride my face," you order her as Heejin starts to move, holding hands with you as you lick her hard-pounded cunt. "Good boy," she praises you as she goes down for the 69, taking it deep until she coughs and spits on your penis. You slap her ass a bit, as she now has her mouth full of your balls, going fast on your dick and slapping it on your tongue. You fuck her face hard on top of you, to which she laughs, as you now grab her perky tits as well. Heejin jerks off your cock more before she gives another order. "Please fuck my mouth," she says.

You grab Heejin's hair, tying it up so her beautiful face doesn't have anything standing between it and your big cock. You start slow as Heejin also bobs her head. It turns out her mouth isn't her pussy, as an upside-down Heejin coughs all over your cock and struggles to even take it halfway in. She tries to adjust, but a quick pounding already has saliva flying all over her mouth as she bubbles on your dick. Heejin tries to smile, but she is clearly overwhelmed, instead getting on her knees and gently jerking your cock as she gives you a cute kiss.

"Fuck me from behind," she tells you as you get out of bed. Her pussy looks very stretched out and extremely wet as you spread her cheeks. Like usual, you rub your thobbing tip on Heejin's similarly thobbing inner lips and insert it first just to tease her before pulling it out. It seems like the entire blood of Heejin's body now flows to her cunt, as just a simple touch in her vaginal area makes her moan. You continue to tease her with the tip-fucking, not committing your full length, as just a quarter of your cock inside makes her scream.

As Heejin lets out her first laugh in a while, you insert your cock halfway in, still giving her slow pumps. "Such a nice ass," you praise her bottom assets, still treating her pussy gently, especially in comparison to what you did early on. But you can't resist for long, inserting it fully back on Heejin's wet pussy, leading to another scream as she reaches peak sensitivity, closing her legs and pushing your cock out of her hole. Heejin now just closes her eyes, trying to stay on her knees as you slowly fuck her slit once again. But every deeper thrust makes her lose it. You grab her cheeks as you increase the pace before deciding to use no hands and getting into rhythm. Heejin puts her head on the bed and keeps her eyes closed. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she rapdily repeats as you push harder, even squeaking a little.

You couldn't resist for long, now firmly grabbing Heejin's ass and clapping her cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please," she begs. Her small tits bounce a lot. At this point, you two were just exploring every possibility. As Heejin got a little less sensitive, she was now the one rocking her hips against your crotch, which ended up being bad for her as you just grabbed her butt and reasserted your dominance. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed once more as her tits were once again jiggling. Heejin held your right hand as the fire continued to burn inside her pussy; she no longer had any strength to resist your advances, just clinting to you as you destroyed her cunt nonstop, and only AHs came out of her mouth now.

Heejin turned around and opened her legs for you to eat her out; her messy hair now had untied itself and hit her eyes. You lick her like ice cream, starting at her hole and going all the way up to her little trim, before diving into her clit and making her twist. Heejin put her right foot on your back to support herself as you continued to lick her before inserting a finger in her pussy and tasting it. Now you were tonguing her clit hard to the point where she squirted a little in your mouth. You increased the hit by adding a second finger while still licking it. Heejin fell weaker, pressing her foot harder against your back as your tongue turned her folds wetter for the final round.

"Breed me. Put a baby inside a goddess; I know you want it, she told you as she put her right leg up and you slowly fucked her in missionary. You put her right foot in your mouth as you went faster. Heejin fingered herself as she waited for your cum; her insides were extremely sensitive. "Fuck me like this," she asked you as you two kept going. Your thrusts got faster but shallower as you kissed her beautiful feet and rubbed her belly. Going faster, you put Heejin under a mating press, which she enjoyed a lot, meaning she was going to get inseminated the same way the whores from the many hentais she loves to read are. Despite that, she still managed to finger herself. "Give me your cum; give me your cum," she demanded as you groaned and got closer. "Cum in my pussy," she continued, as you eventually unleashed inside her womb with your cock balls deep in her, coating her insides with your sperm as some rolled out a little while you pulled out and teased her clit for one final time with your tip.

"Wow, I can't believe you came inside me," Heejin said. "I can't say no to a goddess," you said as you returned home. The following day, you went back to the lodge but found it empty. It turns out Heejin and her ARTMS groupmates had already flown back to Korea.

Meanwhile, on the plane...

"Heejin, are you okay?" Haseul asked, sensing her groupmate's sickness. "Sorry, I'm a little sick. I think I drank too much last night when we went out," Heejin replied as she barely had time to finish her sentence, unhooking her seatbelt and rushing to the plane's bathroom, where she threw up the food she had just eaten.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Three digital drawings of Sam and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on gray backgrounds. Sam is a fat South Asian man with warm brown skin, short curly black hair, and a mustache and chin scruff. He is wearing small black earrings, a black cardigan, cream turtleneck, dark red trousers, brown and gold loafers with cream socks, and a lanyard with a white and red card on it. Alice is a lanky white woman with pale skin and freckles, fluffy light brown hair with faded pink tips, and crooked teeth. She is wearing snakebite lip piercings, three pairs of silver earrings, bright pink cat-eye glasses and painted nails, a black wrist cuff and a red and gold bracelet, a pink and grey flannel shirt, a black zip-up hoodie, a tiered flannel skirt with different colored tiers, dusty pink converse and brown socks, and a lanyard with a white and red card on it. The first two images are drawings of a bust and full body of both Sam and Alice respectively.

The second image is a drawing of Sam stumbling while Alice leans back over him, resting her head upside down on his shoulder with her arms crossed. In this image, Alice is wearing a pair of ripped jeans and berry colored socks instead, and Sam also has a pink and grey bracelet visible on his wrist. Both of them are smiling. end ID]

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it is time for the thems <3

[red-smut]

Work of five 1/6: Ryujin

2000 words

Initially this was going to be a long one-shot with all the girls, but in the end I'm going to make this a mini-series in which each chapter will be focused on one girl and the last one will be with all of them at the same time, I hope you like it.

Profits are the most important in the kpop industry, agencies make a lot of money by making use of the voice and face of their idols, but inside the kpop paradise hides a dark hell that not all idols have reached, but sooner or later they will.

When a girl group fails to fulfill the expectations set by their agency regarding profits, they act and decide to raise the money in a more… frowned upon way.

Because there are people in the world willing to pay huge amounts of money to get their hands on a young Asian girl they adore internationally.

In this situation are now Itzy’s girls, who have not been able to raise enough money, so a group of millionaires has decided to rent the body of the girls for fun.

The first to find out about this deal was Ryujin, JYP asked her to stay after a concert, thus separating her from the group.

After being put on notice she tried to refuse but finally had to accept for the sake of her career.

Soft male moans were coming from inside Ryujin’s dressing room, where she was squatting sucking the cock of 4 men of different races.

One is a huge black man, he must have been about six feet tall and his physique was certainly incredible, but what stood out the most about him was his huge member, which was so big that Ryujin barely reached half of it.

On the other hand there was a Russian man who barely let out a word, although his cock was not as big as his partner’s it must be admitted that his size was still quite astonishing.

Finally there is the old man, he wasn’t made for this kind of jogging anymore and he had already cum three times in Ryujin’s mouth, but he is the leader of a big company and he is one of the ones who paid the most, so Ryujin had to give him some preference by order of JYP

The Russian man is grabbing Ryujin by the hair while she was wrapping her lips around his cock, trying to push him to the limit to get one out of the way already “it’s been 10 seconds, switch.”

The Russian pushed Ryujin away by force and gave her hair to the black guy, who accepted it delightedly and immediately grabbed it tightly to crush his cock against the rapper’s face, his shaft went from her chin to her forehead, where the tip of this monstrosity rested, when she felt the dirty smell of his cock Ryujin went blank for a few moments and her body acted by pure instinct, licking and kissing the dick with an expression that showed submission.

But this didn’t last long, as Ryujin came back to her senses and hurriedly walked away “You disgusting fucking nasty nigger, wash your dick once in a while it makes you want to…”

Old hands grabbed Ryujin’s head and turned her around to plunge an old cock down her throat, with him Ryujin had a special treat and started to devour his cock eagerly, knowing that if it made the old man happy enough maybe she wouldn’t have to go through this ever again.

Ryujin sucks him while teasing his tip with her tongue and occasionally flicking it up and down his shaft, one of her hands gripping the member while the other grasps his balls, gently stroking them to please the old man.

When she feels him approaching the limit she tries to pull away, but a hand stops her, Ryujin tries harder but the man’s grip is firm and the idol soon feels a thick white liquid flooding her mouth.

Then the old man lets go, laughing as he sees Ryujin spit out the nectar with disgust “You’re done already, aren’t you? If so get the fuck out of here.”

“Not yet, we want your other mouth too” The shadows of the black man and the Russian hover over Ryujin “We can still go on”

“Alright” Ryujin reluctantly agreed trusting that she could end this quickly and take control of the situation, but she couldn’t be more wrong

“Bro, it’s my turn, leave her to me now” The russian puts his hand on the black man’s shoulder and he slides his member out of Ryujin, letting his seed fall quickly, he looks at his partner and smiles “She’s all yours.”

He dropped Ryujin and she supported herself as she could, but as her legs were weak she would have fallen to the ground had it not been for the big Russian man who held her before she fell, Ryujin tried to look into his eyes still trying to recover from the brutal fuck she had just experienced. “Let me rest for a moment please… then I’ll do whatever you want”.

Ryujin’s words only served to make the Soviet man hornier, who without hesitation turned Ryujin around and with one hand slammed her head against the door, getting ready to fuck her doggy style

The old man approached the two of them, he was already dressed again and watched Ryujin with a slight smile “You’re so hot Ryujin, I think I’ll rent you later for something else.”

Ryujin glared angrily at the old man but didn’t complain as he knew it didn’t suit him. The old man placed his hand on the Russian man’s shoulder “Please Andrei, can you do me a favor and break her? I’m willing to pay you if you want” Hearing this the idol tried to let go but Andrei was too strong “Don’t worry Mr. Takahasi, I’m happy to do it.”

“Hey let go of me I don’t want to…” The big Soviet cock plunged inside Ryujin and she couldn’t help replacing her words with a moan, she tried to speak afterwards but another onslaught from the big man had the same effect again.

Shut up and relax bitch, the ones who fight the most are always the ones who enjoy the most in the end” Ryujin’s walls tighten, trying to keep that huge tool from coming out of her “See? You don’t want to admit it but you love what I do, come on, cum and prove me right"

Ryujin didn’t want to give the man reason, but unfortunately for her, her body was no longer obeying her will.

Immediately Ryujin started to squirt and Andrei had to pull out, Ryujin’s juices soaked both the man’s pelvis and the floor “So you’re a squirter eh? I like that” The black man couldn’t help but want to get into action seeing all that, so he brought his cock closer to Ryujin’s mouth and without hesitation she moved her head and stuck her tongue out trying to take the black member between her lips

“Hungry slut” The black man brought his cock closer so Ryujin could wrap her lips over it, then she started sucking hard and dedicatedly to please the man she thought she hated before

Andrei didn’t lag behind and started rubbing his cock against her entrance again “Do you want me to put it back in?” Ryujin let out a choked moan and let the black cock out for a single moment “Please… Fuck me…” Andrei smiled and slammed his manhood through the wet hole and the black for his part grabbed Ryujin’s head and began to fuck her face so roughly that tears began to leak from her eyes.

Ryujin closed her eyes as the two cocks devastated her mouth and pussy, she cummed again and again, falling further and further into the abyss of depravity. As she was being fucked she suddenly heard laughter and footsteps, and when she opened her eyes she discovered three other huge men already naked, this was just the beginning for her…

1 hour… 2 hours… Ryujin had already lost track of time by this time. Every time she got one guy to finish another one came in right after, some even continued after cumming on her several times

By this time Ryujin was sandwiched, one cock was bursting in her pussy while the other was fucking her ass. She wanted to moan but she was not able to as her mouth was also being occupied by another man, besides as she could not leave the others waiting her hands were also at work, masturbating two cocks and preparing them to take over from the ones already in her holes.

Andrei and Mr. Takahasi were sitting on the couch watching what was going on “That bitch is very resilient, she has been here for almost three hours and she is still conscious… may I ask what you need her for, Mr. Takahasi?”

Mr. Takahasi laughed at the question and answered “Nothing that should be important for you Andrei, just shut up and enjoy the girl.”

“I understand that you don’t want to tell me, but please, is it really necessary to record it?” Andrei pointed to a hidden camera in the corner of the dressing room. “You thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“Is necessary Andrei, it makes this all the more fucking hotter, now go and fuck her again” Andrei got up reluctantly and forcibly pulled out the one Ryujin was sucking on.

“Ok slut, you like fat cocks don’t you?” Ryujin looked Andrei in the eyes with a mix of happiness and lust and managed to answer between moans “Yes… Please use this slut…” Without waiting any longer Andrei took advantage of the fact that Ryujin’s mouth was open to stick his cock in.

Ryujin sucked hard trying to make him cum fast because she wanted to taste his cum as soon as possible.

The other two were already close, Ryujin’s constant orgasms and her tightness had pushed them to the limit and they couldn’t hold on any longer. The first to cum was the one occupying her ass, he pulled out in time and let his seed fall on her back and ass.

The feeling of the warm semen made Ryujin cum again and push the other guy to finish, but he refused to pull out and released inside. The semen filled Ryujin’s insides and even overflowed, some of it dripping down the boy’s cock

Having finished with the other two Ryujin managed to rush out of the sandwich she was subjected to, She released the cocks she was jerking and stopped sucking Andrei’s cock to kneel on the floor, then grabbed his member again and wrapped her lips around it again.

Her hands went one to his shaft to caress it as she sucked it and the other to his big balls to play with them.

Her gaze went to Andrei’s eyes and it was completely different from the one she had at the beginning, while before her gaze was of fury now it was the gaze of a nymphomaniac

Before she knew it she was cumming already, Ryujin took all of it without any complaints and when he finished she opened her mouth and let his seed slide down her tongue, giving him a sight he would not forget for a long time.

Ryujin continued to get fucked but Mr. Takahasi had enough show for today and was now in his limo talking on the phone with JYP “The girl is good and I have no doubt that she will be useful to me… but I think I would still like to see the other girls because you know… This is a work of five…”

Takahasi looked at the pictures of the girls on his phone “So… Could you sneak me into Yuna’s next “Sex Party”?"

[isabeauwolf]

Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

💞 Chapter 3: The Matchmaking Goddess meddles

A week ago.

It was strange.

Overhaul, Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks all felt restless.

Something was missing.

This undeniable, uncomfortable tug and pull.

The first night they were all transported from their world and into yours.

Each had felt drowsy, some fighting more than others, no matter what they did; they couldn't shake this feeling, the need to sleep.

Shigaraki and Hawks gave in easily, thinking nothing of it.

Overhaul and Dabi were fighting it.

They both had so much more things to do before they could sleep and rest. Pacing their bedroom, drinking coffee or having another nicotine fix.

Their bodies felt heavy, an unbearable headache forming. Nothing more keeping the pair of Villains awake than pride and stubbornness. After another hour of this agony, both of them gave in and they slept, finding themselves standing in a dark abyss and in-front of a door.

Each one were overly cautious, slowly and hesitantly opening the door. Closing their eyes when the light of the room blinded them for a second, then blinking and refocusing.

What waited behind the door was a woman? Dressed in layers of robes, trailing to the floor, and looked heavy. Expensive. Something out of times of old or a Asian romance drama, filled with princesses gods and folklore. The scent of incense burning filled the room.

"Ah, welcome!" She greeted with a smile on her red painted lips. "Come, sit. Please."

It was bizarre.

All four men were standing in the threshold of their own doorways, yet each one lead into the same room or temple? This woman wear tradition robes of red and white, colorful and handcrafted embroidery in gold thread, hand stitched into her robes; a golden crown with rubies and diamonds atop her head, pinning her hair in place. The woman stands to her feet and moves with elegance and grace, gesturing toward the four seats in front of her.

None of them approached, each eyeing the other in suspicion. Some recognized each other and others didn't. Sizing each other up, eyes focusing and watching for any sign of weakness. Who would stand down first and obey this mysterious woman's command?

None of them moved.

The woman's smile widens, appeared strained. "Gentlemen." She raised her hand, curling her long and slender index finger. "Come and sit, please."

Each one of them felt this invisible tug, yanking them forward against their own accord. Grunts and hisses of discomfort, left Overhaul's, Dabi's and Shigaraki's mouths, each Villain scowling as they tried to pull away.

Hawks moved first, lowering his wings and tucking them in to fit through the door. "Thank you for inviting us, ma'am." Keeping his professional and easy going smile on his face, giving the woman a friendly smile as he went at the end of the four available seats in front of the woman and her desk. Stacks and stacks of scrolls and paperwork spread out before her. The red Winged Hero's eyes flickered downward out of curiosity and his eyes widened, he saw his true name written on one of the scrolls. "What?" He muttered in disbelief as he sat down.

The woman's eyes hardened, her patience thinning. "Oh for heavens sake and the afterlife, I said." She raised her voice, calm and icy, curling her finger once more and tugged harder. "Come here, boys." Her word was harsh and final. "Now."

The uncomfortable tugging forced them forward into the room.

Dabi clicked his tongue, shoved his hands into his pockets, lazily sauntering to the second available seat, he twirled it and faced it backwards before sitting down. "I'm too tired and need a smoke." Resting his arm on the chair with his burnt cheek in the palm of his free hand. "Let's get this over with."

"Agreed." Overhaul sighed, taking a deep breath, marching inside and heading towards the first seat, grabbing a tissue off the woman's desk and scrubbing it, threw it away and sat down; arms crossed over his chest, legs spread wide as his index finger tapped against his forearm.

Shigaraki was the only one, seething and glaring at the woman, refusing out of spite.

The woman's eyes glow into a stormy and heated, silver. Lightening flashes outside, causing the men to jump, but remain seated as a loud thundering boom crashes as she rounds her desk. "Always the most stubborn and troublesome, nutcases who refuse help." She grits her teeth. Raising both hands, a bright red thread appears in the middle of their chests, the red string?

Theirs no way.

It's a trick.

An allusion.

They are dreaming.

Their red strings tug and headed her call.

The woman yanks on Shigaraki's red string harder, forcing him to fall onto the floor, causing him to catch himself, pinky's raised as he hissed from the impact. She continued to pull, the string followed, dragging the light blue haired man like a fisherman hauling in a big fish with a hook and a line. "If you had listened, then I wouldn't have to be so rough with you, stubborn brats."

The more heated and angry the woman become their red strings jolted, throbbed and burned, jerking as Overhaul, Dabi and Hawks remained seated.

Goddamn, this shit hurt.

Even Dabi who's body had been numb to pain since he'd awaken from his coma felt uneasy, feeling the burning from deep inside his body as he grit his teeth. "What is this bullshit?" His body jolted and spasmed, shivering and shook. "Who the fuck are you lady?"

The woman turned her head, stormy glare meeting Dabi's turquoise. "Watch your tone." She tilted her head high. "I am the Goddess of Matching Making and you four are next on my list." She dragged Shigaraki until he was laying down beside the last vacant seat before she let go, eyes turning back to normal and a cheery smile in place. "You four should have felt my call early today, have you all not?"

That's what that was?

The feeling of restlessness and uncomfortable tugging pull they all felt.

Shigaraki chuckled bitter. "Do we look like charity cases to you?" Sitting upright as his red string faded, crossing his legs and arms, glaring at the Goddess.

The Goddess sighed, closing her eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her perfectly painted and manicured nails, "Do you really want me to answer that Tenko Shimura." Reopening her eyes, meeting the villains stunned gaze. "Oh yes." She lowers her hand and smirks, "I know all of your true names." Her eyes scanning each of the men's faces, starting with Overhaul and working down the line. "Kai Chisaki, Touya Todoroki, Tenko Shimura and Keigo Takami."

Their expressions were priceless.

"I am tasked with guiding you four to your soulmates, or should I say soulmate." She hums, leaning back and picking up a piece of parchment, scanning its contents. "You all have been very, very naughty boys." Raising a brow and peaking over the list to stare at the men before her. "I almost feel sorry for the poor woman who your souls and strings are tied to." She shrugged, "Alas, it's only my job to tie your fates, which I have."

"Wait?" Overhaul is the first to speak, thin brows furrowed. "One woman is tied to all of us?" He questioned in confusion. "I thought only one pair was allowed for each match?" He was never a man of faith or religion, but he still attended all of the boring shrine visits and customs out of respect and traditional reasons for Pops.

The Goddess hums in agreement. "True, but this is a very special case and quite rare." Raising her gaze to meet his and lowering the document. "Last time this happened was with Princess Kaguya hundred of years ago."

"Like the folk tale of the Princess on the moon?" Dabi snorted and scoffed. "That's a load of bullshit."

"Folk tales are often based on facts, boy." The Goddess' eyes narrowed. "It's highly unfortunate that her union with her suitors ended in tragedy."

Hawks frowned. "Didn't she leave the mortal plain to become the Moon Princess since she couldn't be with the man she wanted?"

"Yes." The Goddess nodded her head, her mask of professionalism returned. "Romeo and Juliet, Hades and Persephone, Helen of Troy and Paris of Sparta, so many couples based on real lives, stories of old ending in tragic fates." A light frown appears on her beautiful face. "Only in death can they reunite or wait to be reborn in the cycle with no memory of their past lives. Some are fortunate to not remember, or else they might grow mad or die of heartbreak."

"Always together, eternally apart." Hawks whispered, his frown deepening. "For as long as they both shall live."

The air had grown solemn and heavy.

The Goddess cleaned her throat. "Now then." Her professional smile returning. "I will open the gate to send you four into the world of your soulmate. You will not return to your world until she has chosen one of you. Simple."

That got all of their attention.

"What?!" Hawks and Shigaraki yelled at the same time. The Winged Hero in shock and the other in anger.

"You crazy bitch!" Dabi sneered, the fire user stood and knocked his chair over.

Overhaul quickly crouched onto the floor, slipping off a gloved as his hand hovered over inches from the floor. "I don't have time for this nonsense. I have more important work to do." His golden eyes narrowed.

She waves her hand, wearing a fake, cheery smile. "Have a safe journey." She raised her hand once more and pushed them back through the doors they came in.

Falling.

Falling through the darkness, spinning and tumbling faster and faster. The pits of their stomached dropped.

Hawks tried to fly but he couldn't not with his hard drop. "Fuck, we are falling too fast! I can't fly, dammit!"

Dabi felt nauseous as the black void kept spinning. "I'm gonna hurl." He groaned.

Overhaul glared at the black haired villain. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Shigaraki screamed, his raspy voice cracked.

They were blinded as the blackness opened up to a starry night sky above them and glittering lights and metropolis of some kind below them.

"You have got to be shitting me!" Hawks hollered as he hit the river below them first.

"Fuck that!" Dabi roared as he activated his quirk at the bottom of his feet to hover in the air. He was disoriented and queasy, swaying back and forth, trying to gain his balance, then Shigaraki body slammed into him from behind. "Oh, fuck-!" He grunted, getting the air knocked out of him as they both fell into the water.

Overhaul braced himself for impact, gritting his teeth and held his breath as his body hit the icy cold water. It shocked his system, but he pushed through it. He tucked his body and rolled, pushing himself upward and swam towards the surface, coughing and stuttering, huffing through his plague mask.

Hawks and Dabi resurfaced, gasping for breath.

The three looked at each other.

"Where the fuck is handfreak?" Dabi couched, blinking and trying to stay afloat. "I owe him a punch in his crusty assed face." He sneered.

"I thought he was with you?" Hawks said, his teeth chattering.

"No, shitstain hit me from behind." Dabi argued.

Overhaul glanced down at the water, groaning in frustration. "If he hasn't risen, then he doesn't know how to swim." He scowled underneath his mask. "Help me find him." The yakuza held his breath and drives back down.

"Don't tell me what to fuckin' do, crow bitch." Dabi grit his teeth and followed after Overhaul anyways.

"Ah man, today sucks." Hawks pouts, holding his breath and followed after the two villains.

They learned that Tomura Shigaraki indeed did not know how to swim.

---- End of Chapter 3 -----

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[writesvani]

coming down | 03

collegestudent! gojo x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: You and Gojo Satoru were once everything to each other, but now, the space between you is filled with nothing but silence and resentment. College is just a reminder of how far you’ve drifted apart, and every encounter only adds fuel to the fire.

You avoid him like the plague, but it doesn’t matter. You can still feel him in the shadows, always there, always watching, as if the past was never really gone. So what do you do? You (try to) keep your distance, pretending it’s easy to forget the history that’s weighed you down for so long.

But deep down, neither of you can let go. And as the tension between you grows, you’re forced to confront the truth: some things are never truly buried, no matter how hard you try.

best friends-to-friends with benefits-to-enemies-to-enemies with benefits-to?

TWs (for this chapter): substance use, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, addiction & mentions of addiction, emotional distress & breakdowns, implied past betrayals, self-destructive behavior, unhealthy eating habits, unhealthy relationship with food, angst & heartbreak

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CHAPTER THREE - Twenty Eight; proceed with caution...

AN: okay, let’s address the fact that the beginning of this chapter was inspired by the absolute worst chinese restaurant i have ever ordered from in my life. which, honestly, isn’t even surprising because who the fuck orders from an asian restaurant owned by white people? me. that’s who. but listen, i was broke, it was cheap—i thought, win-win, right?

wrong. so fucking wrong. that food tasted like it was made by someone whose only experience with seasoning was looking at a picture of salt once. and yet, much like y/n and ren in this chapter, i still subjected myself to suffering i knew was coming.

love, [@writesvani]

Ren dramatically wipes his tears, shaking his head like he’s just survived a near-death experience. “I think I just saw my ancestors begging me to stop eating,” he sniffles, taking another desperate sip of his Coke Zero like it’s holy water.

You sigh, patting his back like the good friend you are. “Next time, we stick to actual Chinese places. Not ‘Uncle Tom’s Oriental Oasis.’”

Ren fake-gags again, staring at the garbage like it personally betrayed him. “I should sue for emotional distress.”

“You should sue yourself for ordering from a place with a fortune cookie that just said ‘good luck.’”

At that, Ren deadpans. “We are never speaking of this again.”

You shake your head, grabbing a handful of chips to cleanse your soul from whatever ungodly thing just entered your body. “No, but like… why did we actually think this was gonna be good?”

Ren groans, rubbing his temples. “Because we were blinded by hunger and their five-star Yelp review.”

“Which, mind you, was written by someone named ‘Greg692BestChef.’”

Ren throws himself back dramatically onto the couch. “I let Greg692BestChef play me like a damn fiddle.”

You scroll through your phone, pulling up the restaurant’s page, and nearly choke on your drink. “Dude… someone left a review last week saying their friend ordered the lo mein and is now ‘one with the cosmos.’”

Ren shoots up like he just got electrocuted. “WHAT?”

You turn the screen to him, and the two of you stare at it in horror before bursting into laughter so hard your stomachs hurt.

“Never again,” Ren wheezes, wiping his eyes. “Never. Again.”

Ren groans, aggressively typing out his scathing Yelp review like it’s his life’s purpose. “‘If food poisoning was a dish, this place would be its five-star chef.’ There. Posted.”

He leans back, taking a long drag of his cigarette like a war veteran recounting battle trauma.

You snort, lighting one up yourself. “Dude, they’re gonna ban you from ever stepping foot there again.”

Ren scoffs. “Good. If I ever eat there again, I want you to personally slap me.”

“Gladly,” you smirk, still sprawled out on his floor like a starfish. The bad French movie plays in the background, two characters dramatically kissing in the rain while an unnecessarily sad violin score swells.

Ren side-eyes the screen. “Why do all these movies feel like a fever dream?”

You shrug. “I dunno, but I feel like if I understood French, I’d be even more confused.”

Ren nods solemnly, taking another sip of his Coke Zero. “Yeah… sometimes ignorance is bliss.”

Silence settles between you for a second before Ren randomly blurts out, “I swear, if I wake up at 3 AM with food poisoning, I’m sending you a voice message so you can suffer with me.”

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You are so dramatic.”

Ren gestures at the pile of cigarette ashes and abandoned takeout containers. “We just willingly ate our last meal together like we’re on death row. Let me have my moment.”

You flick your cigarette into the ashtray, sighing. “Fair enough. Just… don’t actually die. I’d miss our shitty movie nights.”

Ren grins, nudging you with his foot. “Aw, you do love me.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up before I make you eat the leftovers.”

Ren immediately recoils in horror. “You are evil.”

Finally, you pull out what you really wanted this whole evening and Ren rolls his eyes seeing it. “Ugh, really. Weed? Now?” He deadpans, his features a mixture of grumpiness and disappointment. “It already smells like shit, I can sense it from here,” he continues and you throw a casual glare at him.

“You can stop with your fake overdramatics—I didn’t even light it up yet,” you scoff, carefully picking apart the bud with practiced ease.

Ren, still holding his nose, glares at you like you just committed a felony in his living room. “You don’t have to light it up for me to know it smells like puke on crack.”

You pause mid-roll, narrowing your eyes. “What the actual hell kind of comparison is that?”

Ren shrugs, settling back against the couch as if your mere presence is an inconvenience to his entire existence. “I don’t know, but it’s accurate.”

Ignoring him, you continue your work, fingers moving with the kind of precision only years of experience could provide. It’s muscle memory at this point—the rhythm of breaking it down, mixing it with tobacco just to get that extra kick, rolling it up so smoothly that it looks professionally done. There’s something oddly comforting about the routine, something grounding.

It reminds you of high school, of sneaking into Satoru’s backyard, both of you thinking you were being rebellious when in reality, you were just two stupid teens. It reminds you of that one school trip, where you, Satoru, and Ren locked yourselves in a tiny hotel room bathroom just to get high in peace—except Ren took one hit, coughed like a dying man for two hours, and somehow managed to throw up while simultaneously demanding water and cursing your entire bloodline.

A small smile tugs at your lips at the memory.

Ren, noticing, groans. “Oh my god, you’re thinking about the past, aren’t you?”

You glance up, amusement flickering in your eyes. “You mean when you nearly choked to death and Satoru yelled at me like I laced your weed with black magic?”

Ren shudders. “That was trauma. Not nostalgia.”

You roll your eyes, finally sealing the joint with a satisfied hum. “Relax, you lived. Now, are you gonna keep whining, or are you gonna pass me the lighter?”

Ren sighs so dramatically you half-expect him to start composing a tragic monologue. Instead, he tosses you his lighter with a look of pure suffering. “If my landlord evicts me, I’m blaming you.”

You smirk, flicking the lighter on. “Deal.”

He sighs, slumping onto the couch, muttering under his breath. “My place is cursed.”

Finally, a click, a flame. And a hit.

The first hit of a joint isn’t necessarily the best one—you’ve always thought the magic lives somewhere in the middle—but it’s the one that opens the door. The one that whispers, welcome back, sweetheart.

Weed doesn’t change the world. There are no floating unicorns, no sudden bursts of divine clarity, no soul-shattering epiphanies that make you rethink your entire life. But you change. Your heartbeat quickens, your thoughts stretch out like a lazy cat in the sun, and the disgusting aftertaste of bad Chinese food is no longer the most tragic thing that’s ever happened to you.

Your throat is dry, but the feeling settling into your bones is golden, warm, like slipping into a bath after a long day. Maybe sex is better than this—but that’s still up for debate. You’ll need more extensive research.

Lazily, you extend your hand toward Ren, the joint hanging from your fingers like some overpriced festival keychain. "Want some?" Your voice is lower now, thick with smoke and amusement.

Ren shoots you a look—the classic 'Really, bitch?' followed by an exaggerated eye-roll—but, to your utter shock, he still takes it.

“But don’t tell a single soul,” he hisses, bringing it to his lips like he’s partaking in a forbidden ritual.

You watch with barely contained laughter as he takes a tiny, hesitant hit. And of course, he fucks it up—doesn’t inhale all the way, just lets the smoke sit in his mouth before exhaling like an old man pretending to enjoy cigars.

“Cute,” you deadpan.

His glare is immediate, sharp like a knife. “Shut up.”

And then, like the universe wants to humble him personally, he coughs—just once, just barely—but enough for you to catch it. Enough for your smirk to widen.

“You good there, champ?” you tease, stretching out on the floor like the sneaky little menace you are.

Ren flips you off, muttering something about regretting every life choice that led to this moment, but you barely hear him.

Because the world feels a little lighter, a little softer. The edges of your mind blur into something easy, something good. The bad food, the shitty French movie playing in the background, Ren’s dramatic sighs—all of it mixes together into something oddly perfect.

But he still takes one more hit.

And then another.

And suddenly, you guys are doing full circles, joint messily passed from one hand to another, your fingers brushing each time in a silent exchange of trust and delirium. Ren would never do this if it weren’t for you. You know that.

Deep down, somewhere past the thick haze of smoke and giggles, you realize—you’re a bad influence. You’re the devil on his shoulder, the little shit leading him into temptation. And Ren, sweet Ren, deserves better. Someone who doesn’t drag him into nights like this one. Someone good.

But you’re way too stoned to unpack that mess right now.

“You know,” Ren slurs, holding up the joint like it’s the Holy Grail, his eyes almost completely shut, the pink blush on his cheeks making him look like a sleepy anime character. “If you were anyone else, I’d never take this shit.”

“Then why take it in the first place?” you muse, propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him with heavy-lidded amusement.

“Because I trust you,” he says dramatically, placing a hand on his heart like a boy scout taking an oath.

Your heart squeezes, warm and aching.

Ren trusts you. And suddenly—just for a moment—you trust yourself, too.

“Awww, you’re soooo cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek.

Ren groans, swatting your hand away, but there’s a softness in his gaze that wasn’t there before. A splurge of something missing passes through the thin air between you two. A lingering shadow of him.

Because once upon a time, it was never just the two of you. Someone else used to be here, part of this, part of you.

But the moment comes and goes like a flickering light, too fast to grasp.

And then, out of nowhere—laughter.

Not a chuckle. Not a haha, that’s funny laugh. No, this is monstrous, uncontrollable, borderline dangerous.

Ren is wheezing. Wheezing.

“Stop looking at me,” he grits through his teeth, face tomato red, shaking like a faulty washing machine.

“Oh God, I can’t breathe,” you wheeze, rolling on the floor, clutching your stomach like that’ll stop the pain from laughing too hard.

Suddenly, still wheezing like a dying kettle, Ren stumbles to his feet, the joint still clutched between his fingers. With his free hand, he throws you the middle finger, face scrunched up in an unhinged mixture of laughter and suffering.

You barely manage to get up yourself, your legs wobbly from all the cackling, just to see what the hell he’s up to.

And then—Ren screams.

“STOP FOLLOWING ME! IF I KEEP LOOKING AT YOU, I’LL NEVER STOP LAUGHING!”

You gasp, utterly offended. “Are you implying I’m funny to look at?”

Ren smirks, eyes still red and glossy. “Finally, we’ve come to an understandament.”

“You mean understanding, dumbass.”

“That’s what I said.”

It takes another five minutes for the laughter to fully die down, leaving you both sprawled on the floor like two crash-landed UFOs, staring at the ceiling in complete silence. The high is settling now, turning the chaos into something softer. Something almost wise.

Like two broke philosophers who spent their last brain cells on bad decisions.

You glance at Ren, the image of him dressed as an ancient Greek philosopher—robes, laurel wreath, sandals and all—suddenly popping into your mind. The idea makes you grin, slow and lazy.

“You should totally go as Aristotle for Halloween,” you mutter.

He throws you one of those nasty glares only he can do - and a comfortable silence falls upon you. But not for long.

“So, how was dinner with Yumi and Nanami last week?” Ren breaks the silence, eyes glinting with curiosity, a soft smile playing on his lips. His pink cheeks still look like the aftereffects of the weed, and god, he looks so cute.

But then, like a sucker punch to the gut, the memory of that evening with Yumi and the gang hits you. Your mood plummets. “Fine, except there were other people there too.”

Ren raises an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Like who?”

You shrug, trying to keep it casual, but the names keep coming out like a string of regrets. “Like Yuji, Megumi, that chill girl I mentioned a few times – Shoko, Sukuna—”

“WAIT, THAT HOT TATTOO ARTIST YOU FUCKED LAST YEAR IN MY APARTMENT SUKUNA? LITERALLY RUINED MY WHOLE LIVING ROOM BY FUCKING YOU SUKUNA? HE WAS THERE?” Ren practically shrieks, eyes wide with disbelief.

You, of course, can’t help but nod with a nonchalant air, even though your insides are churning. “Yeah, well, I think I told you a few times that Nanami and him are friends.”

Ren stares at you, jaw hanging open like he’s in a state of shock. “No, you did not, ‘cause I would totally remember. Had to get my old-ass sofa repaired because of you two and don’t forget I was literally hiding in the bathroom while he was doing you.”

You let out an obnoxious laugh, the realization of what he’s saying sinking in. “HA, I totally forgot about that.”

Ren’s face twists into a grimace. “I was holding my breath in there like I was about to get kidnapped by aliens. I could hear everything. Everything.” He shudders, looking both horrified and amused.

“Sorry,” you grin, taking in the moment. “Guess you’re just unlucky with your choice of friends.”

Ren grins back, but it’s a little twisted. “No, I’m unlucky with you and your dumbass choices.”

You both burst into laughter again, even though, deep down, you know that evening with Sukuna will be forever burned into Ren’s memory.

"So, was anyone else there?" Ren asks, his voice cool and casual, though you can tell by the way he leans back in his seat that he's trying to ignore the mental image of Sukuna in his living room, wrecking his damn couch.

"Yeah, just Satoru," you answer, biting your lip as you reach for your pack of cigarettes. There's no way you're handling this conversation without a cig.

Ren’s eyes narrow, but he’s too polite to press it further—at least not immediately. "Oh, so, how was it?" He asks, his tone shifting slightly, all business now, like he’s the concerned older brother and you’re the emotionally distant wreck who always needs fixing.

You flick your lighter, taking a long drag from the cigarette before answering in the most nonchalant way possible. "He said I was a junkie."

Ren’s face freezes. His lips part like he’s about to say something, but the words don’t come out right away. His brow furrows, and you can practically hear the wheels turning in his head. He shakes his head, as if trying to shake off the absurdity of it. "No way. That’s... that’s not something he’d say. Not to you."

You chuckle bitterly, but it’s a sound that doesn’t reach your eyes. "Well, he said it. He said quite a few things about me, remember? First at that stupid party—how I’m not his type, then called me cheap on my own birthday and now—this.. He doesn’t care, Ren. And honestly? Neither do I."

You exhale smoke, watching it curl lazily in the air, feeling the tension between you both thicken like air. Ren stares at you, his fingers twitching on his knees, a thousand thoughts flashing across his face. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, clearly torn between comforting you and ripping Gojo a new one.

But Ren says nothing. He just... sits there. His eyes meet yours, but there's something unreadable in them, something that feels too heavy. His silence? It’s deafening. It hangs in the air between you two, pressing down on you both.

And for a second, you wonder if he’s thinking what you’re thinking—that maybe Gojo was actually right for what he did. Maybe you were indeed the one who ruined it all. Maybe Gojo really wanted to help back then.

But you won’t say that. Not to Ren. Not now. Not ever. And neither will Ren.

You let the silence drag out, letting the anger and the hurt simmer just below the surface. And then you smirk, letting the smoke out in a slow, deliberate puff.

"You know," you begin, breaking the tension in a way that only you can, "I think I’d be a much better influence on you if I wasn't so... You know…."

Ren looks at you like you just hit him with a ton of bricks, his expression softening, but there’s still that guarded, unspoken thing between you. His lips twitch like he’s trying to find something to say—anything to fix this. To make it better. But he doesn't.

And you decide to speak again.

“But, like, he didn’t have to say that in front of everyone, it was awkward, that’s all,” you blurt out, and as the words spill from your mouth, you can’t stop them. “I mean, there’s so much I could say about him, but do you see me doing that? No, because I have a filter—unlike him. Jesus, what he did to me is so much worse than anything I’ve done to him, but suddenly, I’m the bad guy. If anyone has the right to hate, it should be me. He ruined my life, my relationship with my parents—everything. Thanks to him my parents will never trust me completely again. Honestly, fuck him, and fuck them, and fuck everything,” you vent, the words flowing faster than you can think.

Ren’s fingers tighten around yours, and you can feel the heat of his hand, the strength in his grip grounding you. His eyes meet yours, filled with that familiar ‘I’ve got you’ look, and it’s like the weight of the world lifts off your shoulders just a little. You keep going, voice shaking with frustration, your heart still pounding.

“And listen to this—after I got up to leave because I couldn’t stand his bullshit anymore, do you know what he did?” You ask, practically spitting the words out. Ren’s eyes widen, anticipation and disbelief in his gaze.

He shakes his head. "What did he do?"

“He followed me,” you snap, unable to keep the venom from your voice. “Like, actually followed me. What the fuck kind of person does that?”

Ren’s face falls. His lips part in shock. “He did what?”

You nod, a bitter laugh slipping past your lips. “Yeah, and then he had the nerve to act like I was the crazy one. Like, he can’t just let it go. You know, because he’s so perfect.”

Ren shakes his head, clenching his jaw, looking more pissed off than you’ve ever seen him. “What happened then?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, eyes downcast, anger still bubbling up inside. “I told him to leave me alone and walked out. That’s it. Nothing else to say. He’s not worth the energy.”

Ren exhales sharply, his jaw tight as he processes everything. He doesn’t say anything at first, but his fingers never leave yours, and that small gesture feels like more comfort than anything else he could say.

“You should’ve punched him,” Ren finally says, with a small grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Just sayin’.”

You laugh, but it’s dry, without humor. “Yeah, well, maybe I should’ve. At least then I wouldn’t have been the only one feeling like shit.”

Ren’s grin fades into something more serious, his gaze softening again as he squeezes your hand. He doesn’t need to say anything else. You know he gets it.

After your little horrible takeout/smoke sesh/emotional dumping with Ren, you're faced with the ultimate dilemma—crash at his place or haul your ass back home. The thought of passing out on his questionable couch is tempting, but you know yourself. The only thing capable of truly fixing your mood is your own bed, your pillows, your sheets. So, despite Ren's lazy-ass attempt to convince you to stay, you call a cab and prepare to embrace the all-too-familiar feeling of being alone.

Sitting in the backseat, forehead resting against the cool glass, you let your mind drift to your post-hellish-evening survival plan. Step one: shower. Non-negotiable. Step two: food? Wait—no. You already ate. Technically. Even though the so-called "food" you consumed might be classified as a hate crime. But still, eating again would be overkill, right? Unhealthy? Unnecessary? Your stomach doesn’t necessarily agree, but you ignore it. Step three: smoke another joint, knock yourself out before the hunger even has the chance to creep in. Yeah, that sounds like the best plan. Safest plan.

Except now that you’re thinking about it, you can already feel the craving sneaking up on you. The inevitable post-weed munchies lurking in the shadows like a villain in a horror movie. Fuck. Maybe you should eat. But no—because once you start, you won’t stop. You can’t stop. And then you’ll feel gross and sluggish and disgusting and—

Ugh. You sigh, leaning further into the window, fingers mindlessly toying with the hem of your sleeve. Whatever. You’ll figure it out once you get home.

The night unfolds exactly how you planned—steam from the shower still clinging to your skin, the familiar burn of a joint settling deep in your lungs, and the blissful haze wrapping around you like a weighted blanket. You take a slow sip of ice-cold water, the contrast sending a shiver down your spine, and think to yourself—this. This is life.

And then—bang, bang, bang.

A knock.

Your high flickers, annoyance settling in its place. Because seriously—who the fuck is knocking at your door at almost one in the morning?

For a second, you think about ignoring it. Pretending you don’t exist. But the devil’s got a firm grip on your curiosity, and you’ve never been one for peace, so with a sigh, you drag yourself to the door.

Then—you freeze.

Your lips part. Your fingers tighten around the key. Your eyes widen, brain stalling, heart slamming against your ribs.

You stare.

Like full-on, eyes-wide, mouth-parted, completely-frozen-in-place stare.

Because there, standing in your doorway like some kind of MDMA trip you did NOT expect, is Gojo Satoru.

Your brain short-circuits.

Your lungs forget how to breathe.

Your high? Completely obliterated.

The joint nearly slips from your fingers as you blink at him, half-expecting him to vanish like some hallucination from the very obviously laced weed you must’ve smoked.

But no. He’s still there.

Tall, annoyingly gorgeous, standing outside your door like this is totally normal and not some end-of-the-world-level event.

He tilts his head, looking at you with something unreadable in those ridiculous, neon-blue eyes.

“Hey.”

Your jaw clenches. “If this is a sleep paralysis episode, I’m gonna kill myself.”

His lips twitch—like he’s actually fighting a smile.

“Gonna invite me in?”

You squint. “Did you just walk out of an episode of The Originals? Do I need to say no so I don’t get murdered in my sleep?”

Gojo sighs, shaking his head. “Still dramatic, I see.”

“Says the guy showing up at my door at one in the fucking morning.”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just looks at you, gaze flicking over your face, lingering in that Gojo way that makes your stomach tighten.

Something feels off. Not just the fact that he’s here, but the way he’s standing, the way he’s looking at you. Like he’s hesitating. Like he doesn’t quite know why he’s here either.

And for some reason, that’s what unsettles you the most.

“…What do you want?” You finally ask, voice quieter, less biting.

He exhales, like he’s been waiting for you to say that.

And then—

“Can we talk?”

Your fingers tighten around the doorframe.

The rational part of you screams to slam the door in his face.

Yet, you don’t.

And you let him in.

A stranger in your new zone—a stranger in your new life. That's what he is.

You glance at him again, watching as he casually picks through your shelves, fingers skimming over old books, useless trinkets, and dust that you really should’ve cleaned after your mom’s last visit. He’s observing, calculating—like he’s trying to piece together the version of you that lives here. It pisses you off.

“This pic’s nice,” he finally says, pointing at that photo. The ridiculous one of you and Ren, the one where Gojo was accidentally caught in the corner, slightly blurred, like an afterthought. His lips twitch, like he wants to smile, but instead, he just states, “Didn’t think you’d put it here.”

“Well, I put it here because Ren’s in it. Don’t get any wrong ideas,” you snap, plopping onto the floor and relighting your joint—the one that he ruined by showing up unannounced.

“Didn’t get any,” he shrugs. “But now that you mention it…”

You throw him a glare, but he’s already making himself at home, sinking into your sofa instead of joining you on the floor like a normal person. Too good for the ground, too elegant to sit among the peasants. Pathetic.

“So what do you want?” you sigh, exhaling smoke like it’s the last bit of patience leaving your body.

“Pass it along,” he nods towards the joint between your fingers.

You look at him like he just suggested a murder-suicide pact. “As if I’d share my baby with you. I might catch some disease from your saliva.” You fake a shiver for emphasis, wrinkling your nose.

Gojo smirks, the kind that used to make your heart do stupid things. “That logic doesn’t work, babe. You were never scared of sharing saliva with me. In fact, if I remember correctly, you enjoyed it very much.”

“That was before you fucked any breathing organism on this planet.”

“Same could be said for you,” he counters smoothly, and you scoff, but the worst part is—you can’t even argue.

Still, without looking at him, you extend your arm, passing him the joint with the same enthusiasm as someone handing off a bomb. Your fingers don’t touch. Not even a single graze. Because that would be too weird. Too weird. Too much.

"So now that you're in my apartment, and for some unknown reason, I’m sharing my most beloved possession with you, would you care to elaborate why you’re showing up at my door after five years?" You exhale slowly, letting the smoke swirl around you like a ghost of your past self—one that would’ve already melted under his gaze.

You observe him, and instantly, you feel pathetic. Like a complete loser.

Because sitting across from you, legs spread, muscles stretching against the fabric of his shirt, the joint you so carefully rolled resting lazily between his fingers—Gojo Satoru looks like he just walked straight out of a goddamn wet dream.

His eyes are hooded, specks of red dancing in the endless ocean of his irises. He looks down at you, cocks his head slightly, his jaw flexing like he’s thinking. Like he’s calculating.

Fuck.

“I wanted to talk,” he finally says.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, shifting just enough to mask the way your skin is heating under his stare. "Well yeah, I already assumed that." Your voice drips with irritation—partly because he still hasn’t gotten to the point, but mostly because he looks so fucking edible right now, and that’s just unfair.

“Can you just shut the fuck up for a second and let me finish?”

"Fine."

"That's not shutting up."

"Just talk, no need to drag this out like some goddamn drama."

You take another drag, acting like you’re completely unaffected, like your pulse isn’t hammering in your throat, waiting for the words that are about to leave his lips.

“Ugh,” he groans, and it sends a wave through your body that you’ll never admit to anyone—not even yourself. His sigh hangs in the air for a moment, heavier than the smoke curling lazily between your fingers.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he continues, his voice surprisingly soft—like he’s trying to dig his way out of a hole you didn’t even know he was in. “For saying that in front of everyone. It was… too much, I admit. I wouldn’t want anyone poking at my struggles in front of other people, so yeah, I’m sorry.”

You blink at him, and your glare deepens, as if your eyes are laser beams trying to cut through whatever bullshit he’s trying to feed you.

“It’s not like I’m struggling or anything,” you bite out, pulling a long drag from the joint as your words slice through the air like a knife. “You just offended me for no damn reason. You’re sitting here doing the same shit, and yet I’m the junkie?”

The air around you feels thick, the smoke now hanging like a heavy veil between you, but you keep your eyes locked on his.

“C’mon, we both know what you’re doing isn’t occasional,” he says, leaning forward just slightly, eyes narrowing as he looks at you like he can see through every little defense you’ve built. “Yeah, I’m smoking now. Will I smoke in another week, month? Probably not. Will you smoke tomorrow? Yeah.”

His words hit you harder than you care to admit, like a sharp twist in your gut. You feel the heat rise in your chest, but your jaw clenches and you force yourself to hold it together. You can’t let him have this, not now.

The joint burns out, forgotten between your fingers, and for a second, everything feels too still. His gaze is locked on you, like he's waiting for something—anything—from you, but you hate it. You hate the way he looks at you like he’s got the upper hand.

“I’m not addicted, if that’s what you’re implying,” you hiss, voice sharp and bitter as you flick the ashes away. “I can stop whenever. I just don’t want to.”

You can feel the tension in the air between you both, like something is ready to snap—but you’re not sure if you’re ready to break just yet.

“Do your parents even know you didn’t stop?”

His words hit like a punch to the gut, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. It’s a question he already knows the answer to, and that’s what makes it cut deeper. He’s not just asking—he’s digging.

The air between you freezes for a second, the question echoing in your head as if it’s bouncing off the walls of your mind. Your pulse spikes, fast and unrelenting, and you can feel the thud of your heartbeat in every part of your body, like it’s rattling your bones.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn, voice low, but sharp as a blade, pointing a finger at him like a threat you don’t even know if you can follow through on. But it doesn’t matter—he’s already crossed a line.

“I won’t,” he replies, his tone cold, almost indifferent. “I’m well past trying to be the mediator between you and them. Whatever lie you’ve built in your pretty white picket fence for them is on you.”

You grit your teeth, fighting the sting of his words. You want to snap back—tell him he doesn’t know anything, that he has no right to bring up your family, to bring up your choices—but you can’t. Not now. Not when he’s got that smug look on his face.

“Good,” you bite out, forcing a tight smile. “Finally, you’ve learned not to meddle in other people’s business.”

The silence that follows is thick, like you’ve both just drawn invisible lines in the sand, but neither of you is willing to cross them.

“I have,” he mutters, eyes locked onto yours, his voice unusually steady.

“Good for you,” you scoff, shifting your weight, trying to ignore the way your pulse picks up under his gaze.

He exhales sharply through his nose. “You know, people learn best from their mistakes.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh, is that what this is? You finally learning?”

His eyes flick over you, slow, assessing, like he’s picking apart every piece of you. It makes your skin crawl—not because it’s uncomfortable, but because it’s too comfortable. Too familiar. But he blinks, looks away, and the moment dissolves before you can dwell on it.

“What I did back then wasn’t a mistake,” he says, tone even but laced with something heavier. “And you know that. You’re just too damn proud to admit it.”

You stiffen, biting back the words threatening to spill out. You refuse to go there. Not with him.

“But whatever,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t come here to rehash the past. I just—” He hesitates for a split second before meeting your gaze again. “I’m sorry. For what I said earlier. It was out of line.”

Something in his expression makes your breath catch. His voice is softer, lacking its usual bite. He actually means it. And that pisses you off.

You exhale, tilting your head slightly. “Okay. I don’t accept your apology.”

His lips twitch, but his eyes darken. “Of course you don’t.”

“You’re not actually sorry. You just want to sleep better at night.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Jesus. You really think that?”

You glare at him. “I know that.”

His jaw clenches, his fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. “You know what? Forget it. You were never good at talking about shit back then, and from the looks of it, nothing’s changed.”

“Then leave.” The words slip out harsher than you intended, but you don’t take them back.

“I was going to.”

But neither of you move.

A second passes. Then another. It stretches out like an eternity, the two of you locked in a silent staring contest, as if whoever looks away first loses something bigger than just the moment. Gojo doesn’t budge, arms crossed, face unreadable.

Then, with a slow exhale, he brushes off his knees, like he’s physically dusting away whatever just happened. And then—he stands.

“Finally,” you mutter under your breath, standing as well, because for once, it seems like he’s actually going to leave.

You trail behind him as he moves toward the door, careful not to make too much noise, as if a single misstep might make him stay. It’s ridiculous. But better safe than sorry.

You unlock the door, the sound echoing too loud in the sudden quiet of your apartment. The fridge hums in the background, the TV murmurs some mindless reality show dialogue. But beyond all of that, you hear it—his breathing. Yours. Mixing together in a rhythm that shouldn’t feel as familiar as it does.

Gojo steps outside. No glance back, no final words, no obligatory thanks for having me or even a half-assed bye. Just quiet, lazy steps, his silhouette shrinking as he disappears down the dimly lit hallway.

Soon, the last traces of him—his scent, his presence, the weight of his words—will fade. And everything will go back to normal.

Like he was never here at all.

"You like Yumi’s new necklace?" His voice is distant, almost careless, but you know him too well. There’s something lurking beneath his words—something sharp, something cruel.

He doesn’t stop walking, doesn’t even turn fully to face you. Just a glance over his shoulder, catching you standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer in headlights. He’s already a few feet away, but somehow, he feels closer than ever—like he’s standing inside your chest, pressing down on something fragile.

Your breath catches, barely noticeable, but he notices. His lips twitch, just slightly. He looks satisfied.

You force yourself to breathe. To smile. To wear the same indifferent mask you’ve spent years perfecting. "Yeah," you say, voice smooth, steady. "But I think it suits the original owner better." Your arms cross tightly over your chest, a poor shield against the way your stomach twists.

Gojo scoffs, turning away. "Sure," he says, voice light, mocking. "If that makes you feel better about yourself."

And just like that, he’s walking away again—like this conversation meant nothing, like you mean nothing.

You don’t let yourself react. Not until you’re inside, the door locked, the world shut out.

Then, everything collapses.

Your knees buckle, your body folding into the couch like it’s the only thing holding you together. Your breath comes too fast, too shallow, and your hands are shaking—clenched so tight they hurt. You tell yourself not to cry, but your body betrays you, tears slipping past your lashes before you can stop them.

It was always yours, you try to convince yourself. He’s just trying to hurt you. He just wants a reaction.

But the truth is suffocating.

Just like Gojo hasn’t been yours for years, that delicate four-leaf pendant gracing Yumi’s neck isn’t yours anymore either.

And it doesn’t matter what you do, how much you fight it—because Gojo Satoru has always known exactly how to ruin you.

And he never even has to try.

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[lemonlimestar]

i absolutely adore your designs! id love to hear about your process for making characters who look similar in canon have unique and identifiable features!!

tysm :,) i’ve always been really into character design so it’s fun to translate that into characters i love.

as for making similar looking characters look different i drew up a little lineup.

this is gonna be a long one sjhdjsjs

cassie, steph, and mia are all beloved white, blonde, *skinny, teenage girls with roughly the same appearance so i decided to focus in on them.

(*they’re usually portrayed as being muscular/fit but nowhere near in same fashion as their male counterparts)

i wish there was a fancier way to put it, but honestly i just play around with shape language until i get a design i like. i try to lean into motifs/commonalities. (ex: the robins have larger noses to be sort of bird-like, cissie has a heart face to tie into the connection between archery & cupid, the house of el s-curl, cassie’s pigtails are shaped like stars) overall, doing lineups like these are really helpful when trying to make characters look different because it shows you a side-by-side of all the similarities & differences in how i draw the characters.

especially when they interact a lot (ex: wally & roy, kon & tim, cissie & greta) i don’t want them looking like siblings or to repeat the same features between characters who already look similar. unless i’m playing into that (dick & donna <3)

when changing race or body types, i try to factor in the actual character & their backstory. i tend to draw cassie stockier because of her more brawler-like fighting style + her being one of shorter yj kids. but also, i made greta chubby both because i thought it worked well with her shape language and i simply wanted to. the world is my oyster.

as for race, i’m a lot more careful about thinking about how being non-white would affect a character. i have to know a decent amount about a character before hitting them with The Self-Indulgence Beam. making a character black, brown, or asian shouldn’t be slapped on like a sticker without any care put into it. i feel like it’s a well-known point, but it’s worth mentioning especially because i’m black & i make so many characters non-white when i draw them.

back to canon portrayals, they’re some unique features given to them (ex: steph’s freckles aren’t always drawn but they do get featured a few times) so i try to make things like that a permanent physical feature. the curls were simply inspired by some other stephs i’ve seen :) i typically hc that she straightens & crimps them when she’s a teenager but i drew her with them for this example. i got very self-indulgent with my steph design because she’s my girl, but i also tried to keep in mind how she complements the people she interacts with the most (cass, tim, babs).

although i’ve enjoyed what i’ve read with her, i know the least about mia. so, i just gave her features i’d like to see more on teenage characters like acne. i pulled from some panels for the shape of her nose and adjusted the shade of her hair about a million times. i debated on giving her piercings, but ended up going against it because she doesn’t have invulnerability nor a full face mask & she doesn’t have piercings in any of the panels i saw of her.

although i’m not the hugest fan of the reveal of cassie secretly being a demigod rather than just having been given her powers, her being not entirely human gives me a little bit more leeway with her design in my head. hence the stark blonde in her lashes being inspired by fantasy design i enjoy.

one more thing i almost forgot was scars. obviously heroes with no powers would have more visible scars. just with the bats: they all have body scarring but i draw cass with more facial scars because of her history + she’s herself so she wouldn’t bother covering them v.s. tim, who doesn’t have visible facial scars bc he’s Very Particular about appearances, but he has a crooked nose.

scars can be fun to play with as far as trying to remember what happens to certain characters that would leave them scarred (cissie’s scar where the arrow went through her, any scars kon got from literally dying, wally’s or barry’s scarring from their “accidents”) they’re an interesting trait to add & reflects the whole vigilantism thing.

okay i think that’s all the thoughts i have. ik this got kinda rambley but i hope it was helpful 😭

here are some closeups, as a treat <3

[lavendermatchastrife]

Please Come Home For Christmas

summary: you move back to your small town just in time for the holidays and your hot new neighbor gives you a warm welcome!

a/n: I just thought that Gojo deserved to be in a Christmas romcom. This is one part, another will be released later.. probably. Either way this can be read as a standalone. I have not written or published since like 2014, fair warning I usually only write alt characters. Please enjoy my attempt at a corny Christmas romcom.

word count: 14300+

warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, unrealistic and corny, reader afab, au!non sorcerers, no beta we die like men, established last name, sensitive topic mentions such as: weight/mental health, insecure!reader, implied/referenced chubby!reader, mentioned/implied Asian reader, inexperienced!reader, cocky!gojo, alcohol use, drunk!reader, drunk!gojo, swearing, gojo lowkey objectifies tf out of reader, obsession if you squint, use of 'you' not 'y/n'

Snow gently falls as you wander outside, looking for the pickup checkpoint. Cold hands rub together while you make your way through the outside of the bustling airport. You breathe a few puffs of warm air onto them, occasionally scanning the crowd for a familiar head of ashen blue hair. A sigh breezes past your mouth, of course your best friend is running late on one of the coldest days of the year so far. A cold day and you had failed to wear a pair of gloves. (In your defense you did just get your nails done.) You sigh once again, and go to grab your stack of luggage to look around for your friend some more. You’d hoped the pickup area would be less crowded considering the abrasive temperatures and slicing winds. Of course that wasn’t the case as countless people flooded the outside of the airport. Christmas was right around the corner, it made sense that it was going to be crowded regardless of where you went. Another sigh wracks your body when someone pushes against you, almost knocking you over. Before you can turn on your heel and give them a piece of your mind however, soft gloved hands obscure your vision from behind. Giggles erupt and the petite frame behind you shakes with their amusement, and you gasp in feigned shock.

 “Guess who~” the singsong voice brings a bright smile to your face.

 “Eve!” you whip around and bring your best friend into a tight embrace. She hugs you back even tighter, and you both hold each other soaking in each other's warmth and company. All care for the world lost on you during this brief reunion. The scent of her favorite perfume invades your senses as you take in a deep breath. Pulling back, your eyes process her appearance for the first time in what felt like decades. In all honesty, you called or video chat almost every day; but it had been so long since you’d actually seen her in person.

 “Oh my god I’ve missed you so much!” She cries out dramatically, pulling you back in for another hug. You chuckle, patting her head while she holds you in place.

 “I missed you too, Eve.” she lets up her hold on you, and you take note of her outfit. Her hair is styled into low hanging twin tails, a white and grey plaid scarf is neatly wrapped around her neck. A dark purple puffer jacket with white fur trim swallows her petite figure, a denim skirt is placed over a pair of thick tights that are surely keeping her warm. 

 You've known Evelyn Days since your childhood. Meeting in some dumb middle school extracurricular (not dumb; it was a book club) and it was like you’d had an instant connection. One seat next to each other and from there it was history. Coincidentally she lived two houses over, and came by whenever she felt like it. Most nights you’d spend at each other’s houses, doing projects; homework; video games; sometimes nothing at all. She was your date to prom. When you moved away from your small town it was hard, not because you particularly liked where you’d grown up; but because you’d found home in Eve. While you were close to your parents for most of your life, you’d had a falling out. Your relationship with your parents became rocky when you’d decided to pack everything up and pursue a career in writing in the big city. Most family members thought you’d been betraying your community. Rather than settle down and start a family, pick up a job at a local business, or further your education for the betterment of your town; you’d left everyone behind. A long time ago you were dead set on becoming a teacher there. Growing up changed your way of thinking, and instead you decided to become a writer. Life felt stagnant and often boring in your small town, it was beautiful and safe, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to live a little more. Your parents eventually saw your side of things, but the time spent with that tension was still hard to think about. Despite the popular opinion of your tight knit community, your friend Eve supported your decision. She was all for your abrupt change in career path and your sudden need to leave. She of course was heartbroken, but knew that it wasn’t goodbye.

 Eve smiles at you, shaking you from your reminiscing, it reaches her eyes and you feel in that moment incredibly happy to be home. You take a hold of your luggage and she helps you with any bags she can carry. As she turns on her heel, leading you out of the airport you catch up on your small town gossip. She tells you all about how Vanessa (your high school bully) still can’t keep a boyfriend. Mr. Choi (your neighbor down the road) passed away almost six months ago. Alma (a mutual friend from high school) is on her second pregnancy; twins. Some kids have been vandalizing the lake, TP-ing the cherry blossom trees. While driving home one piece of juicy gossip piqued your interest a little more than the others.

 Coming from out of state was a handsome, mysterious, new high school teacher.

 “He moved here about 4 months ago. All of the old guys grumbled as soon as they saw his moving van outside of Mr. Choi’s house. You should’ve been there, the whole town gathered at your parent’s place and watched in your front lawn while they moved his stuff in.” She giggles at that, stopping at a red light and turning her head to face you. “No but he’s like… actually incredibly handsome. Even from far away I could tell he was gonna be way too much for our sleepy town.” You believed her, rolling your eyes as she went on about how she just knew he had a tight body. “Oh but that’s beside the point. He’s actually a pretty stand up guy. We all had our doubts, y’know, since he’s not from around here. But he goes to church every Sunday. Bought gifts for his immediate neighbors and paid a visit to the rest to introduce himself. The kids in his class love him. He’s been a pretty great addition to the community.” Her rambling brings a small smile to your face, and as she prattles on about the next person and the next subject you listen with your head turned to look outside of your window. November was looking more like December, snow beginning to fall just a little harsher as the time passed on, gathering in fluffy piles on every street and lawn in sight.

 Your surroundings start to become familiar after an hour of driving, and you feel excitement building up inside of you. Shades of blue, orange, and pink have replaced the bright golden morning, the little bit of farmland you passed through was engulfed by fluffy blankets of shimmering white. As you cross into your small town you’re greeted by the picture perfect Christmas card. A rainbow of  lights decorate the outside and inside of various shops. Big velvety red bows are tied around every iron lamp post. At the center of the town square is a gazebo, sparkling red wreaths are on the pillars of the entry point. The railings have silver and gold lights wrapped around it intertwining with a darker red garland. Christmas was only a couple weeks away, and your town was decked out for the holiday. 

 “The city decided to decorate early this year, did it a week before Thanksgiving.” Eve explains, rolling her eyes as you stare in wonder at the various Christmas light fixtures scattered around the small park surrounding the gazebo.

  “Those weren’t there the last time I visited for the holidays.” You note, turning to look at Eve and pointing in the direction of the lights. You knew your town heavily relied on the income brought in by the season, but they were really going all out.

 “I think they’re hoping to draw in more Christmas tourists or something.” She replies, finally beginning the turn down your road. “Like, a Christmas walk? A family photo event?”

 “Mm, I see.”

 As you near your house, you begin to pass by Mr. Choi’s and you try not to immediately widen your gaze in surprise. Even from a distance you can tell that the man struggling to put up decorations outside of his new house - is quite tall. Muscular but not to an obvious degree in his navy sweater. Bright red ears, a matching pink nose, eyes hidden behind rectangular shaded frames, chin tucked into a comically large cream-colored scarf. Bright white hair tousled about, shit eating grin plastered on his face when he set something up successfully. You didn’t even need to see him up close, you knew this man was gorgeous.

 “Is that our new neighbor?” You ask, trying to mask your interest but of course your friend picks up on your curiosity.

 “Sure is. Quite the looker.” She hums, slowing to a stop to wave at him when you finally pass by.

 He’s on your side of the car, struggling with a roll of string lights this time. His hands are visibly shaking as he throws one end of the chords over the other. When he registers that there’s a window rolled down and someone shouting, “Good afternoon Mr. Gojo!” He begins to jog your way. You hold your breath while turning to your friend and silently will her to roll up your window and move on. The evil look she gave you had you sending a quick prayer up to the sky before finally turning to meet your neighbor. He stops by your window, leaning down and resting a folded arm on the roof of her car to get a good look at you both. His proximity turns your nerves hot, and you lean back slightly away from him. 

 “Well if it isn’t Lil’ Miss Evelyn!” His deep voice rang in your ears, a playful lilt sending warning signals to your brain. He shifts his glasses down, crystalline blue eyes peeking over the rim. 

 “And who might you be?” Gojo tries not to stage at you too hard, but he’s taken aback by the sight of you. Your hair was braided into low pigtails, your pout had a deep burgundy gloss. He could tell you were beautiful as soon as he saw you even from far away, but he was almost winded when he came close to you.

 “I’m-“ Evelyn cuts you off, grabbing your hand and holding it close to her cheek.

 “Why, this is my beautiful wife, finally back in town.” You turn to face her, cheeks tinting pink and you laugh at her remark. You properly introduce yourself to him, and try not to dwell on his gaze that hasn’t left you.

 “Visiting for the holidays?” He asks, his gaze not-so-subtly raking across your face and then over your frame.

 “No, moving back. I figured if I could do my job anywhere, why not home?” You shrug as your response leaves your lips, a lazy and content smile spreading across your features.

 “She’s a writer, a very talented one.” Eve brags, turning her nose up in pride.

 “Oh neat, maybe I’ve read your work?”

 “I doubt it, I’m hardly popular, and I usually only write for children and teens.”

 “Then I’ll have to snag a couple copies.” He insists, pulling his phone out to look

you up. He makes a show of adding your oldest book to his Amazon cart before leaning back down, “you find a decent place in the area, Miss?” His eyes stay locked with yours as he waits for your answer.

 “Oh, just about the coziest place around.“ You point at your parent’s house across the street. “Childhood room, warm meals, rent free. I have it made.” His eyebrows raise at this, cheeky smirk making its way onto his face. You were the pretty eldest daughter of the Manivong’s he’d heard so much about. “It’s good to meet you, Mr. Gojo.” You add, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, looking up at him and finally letting your eyes meet his own. He reaches a slender hand out, long fingers grasping your own in a warm handshake.

 “It’s very good to meet you too, Miss.” He replies, winking at you. “Call me Satoru.” You nod in response and silence falls between you both. His hand holds yours, unwavering and you hope your own doesn’t start to sweat. He’s clearly hanging onto your every word and action, your nerves burn with his active perception. Your friend is long forgotten as you both have a staring contest with each other. The cold mid-afternoon air seemingly has no effect on either of you. Unbeknownst to you, Evelyn was being thoroughly entertained by the whole interaction. She’d never seen you so smitten before, and she couldn’t wait to get you alone later for the inevitable talk that would happen.

“You’ll have to drop by some time, I’ve made it a point to get to know all of my neighbors.” He leans in just a little closer, “If you’re anything like your old man, maybe you could help me with some decorating.” He suggests, he sounds playful and you aren’t sure if he’s hitting on you. You weren’t used to interacting much with anyone outside of your immediate circle, let alone the opposite gender. You always had a hard time telling when people were flirting with you or being friendly. Deciding that maybe this Gojo character is just a really friendly man, you attempt to brush off the itchy feeling building up inside of you. However you couldn’t help but be slightly intimidated by his confident aura, so you offer a meek nod.

 “Maybe, if my schedule allows it.” You’d noticed that he still hadn’t let go of your hand, and hesitantly you pull your own from his grip.

 “Well if decorating falls through, I'm sure we could find something else to do.” He’s hitting on you so obviously now and it brings just a little bit more warmth to your face. You try to sputter something witty out, however words are lost on you in your slightly flustered state. You look like a goldfish, your eyes wide while your mouth opens and closes with every failed attempt at a response. He soaks it in, smitten by how easily his words effected you. 

 “Well,” Eve decides then to intervene, “we should probably head out. She has a mountain of unpacking to do. I’ll bet her parents are waiting for her.” Eve says, getting ready to pull away. Satoru’s eyes flash with disappointment for a split second, not wanting to part from such a pretty thing. You’d been so easy to tease, so cute under his scrutiny he couldn’t help but mess with you even if it was just for a little while. He was looking forward to being neighbors with you, already.

 “I would hate to keep those two waiting.” Satoru replies, glancing from Eve back to you, “It’s been a pleasure.”

 “Likewise. Have a good night, don’t hurt yourself with all that decorating. Christmas isn’t going anywhere.” you tease, beginning to roll your window up. It wasn’t clever and you were more embarrassed while trying to match whatever playful atmosphere there was than you would’ve been if you had just said something like, “bye see y’round”. Gojo chuckles in response, pale blue eyes peering down at you from those damned rims one final time.

 “I’ll certainly try not to, especially now that I have such a beauty watching me.” He sends you a wink before he’s pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and skulking back to his yard. Your eyes are fixed on his back as Eve peels away, and they can’t seem to leave his broad figure until you’re pulling into your driveway. The very short drive to your house is spent in silence, not uncomfortable but very knowing. You had the feeling that you were in for an earful. You were grateful she’d wait until you were both comfortable in your room to even begin to bring up your vaguely salacious interaction. 

 Much like the other homes in your neighborhood, yours was decked out in various lights and fixtures. Your father had a penchant for detailed displays and Christmas was his favorite holiday. A delicate nativity scene graced the center of your front yard. Various cream colored light-up deer were placed across the rest of the yard. The front porch had dark evergreen garland wrapped around the pillars with a rainbow of sparkling lights, a classic poinsettia wreath hangs on a silver hook at the center of your burgundy front door. A sloppily put together snowman is closest to the steps of the porch, and you wrap your black and white striped scarf around it. As you tug it on tightly the front door suddenly flings open and three children resembling yourself come running after you. “Sis!” They all yell in unison, trying not to stumble over each other as they race into your arms. You wait for them, arms wide stretched and they pummel into you. All four of you fall to the ground, snow catching you and their delighted squeals allow a sigh of relief to finally escape you. It finally felt like you were home. Bumbling squeals and excited rambling fill the empty silence. Rosy cheeks beam up at you. After a good laugh, you four scramble to get back up, while you dust off the snow from yourself and the children you feel the sudden need to turn around. When you do, Gojo is leaning on the railing of his porch. His gaze brings heat to your cheeks once again, and when you meet it you abruptly turn back around. You miss the signature sly smirk he throws your way, before he turns away and into the warmth of his own home.

 “Oh my god, you guys aren’t even in snow suits, where are your jackets?!” Your exclamation brings exasperated groans and naughty giggles spread amongst your siblings. You shuffle them inside, rolling your luggage inside along with Eve. “Shoes off!” You yell at them, when you finally clamber through your doors, excitement buzzing around you; shaking off your own shoes. “Mommy~ Daddy~ your favorite is home!”

 Your home is just the same as you’d last left it. Toys scattered around, various shoes strewn near the front door. A staircase and banister directly in front of the door, leading to the second floor where your old room is. The only difference between your last visit and now are the mountains of Christmas decorations throughout every area. The same evergreen garland wraps around the handrail leading upstairs, multi-color lights wrapped along with it. Wreaths of varying themes are on every door. Leading into the living room that is just a few steps away and to the right of your front door, are snowflakes clearly made by your siblings, hanging from the ceiling or taped to the walls. A mistletoe hangs in the entryway of the living room, and as you pass through it you spot a great big Christmas tree tucked into the corner. Not yet decorated.

 You hear clattering from the kitchen, a few light swears and then your mother is rushing over to you. You’re engulfed in a soft yet firm embrace, and when you hug your mother back your father saunters down the steps from the floor above. He’s in no rush to hug you like your mother, but he smiles while he waits. “Ah, my little girl!” he pulls you in tight while you bury your face into his chest. He smells like cinnamon and a heavy aftershave (of the musk variety) that makes you cringe and pull away in disgust.

 “Whatever that is, smells awful!” you remark, scrunching your nose. He huffs and rolls his eyes mumbling something along the lines of it’s always something with you. “Do you need any help with dinner, mom?” You ask, she shakes her head with a soft smile.

“Oh no dear, you know how I get about my kitchen. Just go get your stuff situated and settle in. I’ll call you guys down when it’s ready.” You don’t have to turn around to know that Eve is buzzing at the end of the staircase, waiting for you to finally follow her up the steps and into your room. You know she’s hardly said a word to your parents, eager to ’talk boys’ with you in what felt like years.

 You turn away from your parents, finally making your way to the steps and sure enough Eve is there. She impatiently grabs your hand and drags you up and around the corner. Your room is on the left side of the second floor and the only one at the end of the hall. Adjacent to a restroom that you’d claimed as your own however it was originally for guests. Nearing your bedroom you pump the breaks, Eve quirks an eyebrow. Her silent question is not lost on you.

 “I just wanna put it out there that I really, truly, honestly don’t know what that was about.” It sounds as if you’re pleading but you aren’t sure if you should be defensive. What is there to even be defensive about? It was just a little flirting. Wasn’t it? It’s not like it was any grand display of attraction. There were a few playfully exchanged sentences. 

 She shakes her head unconvinced, and pulls you into your room, the door already slightly ajar. You stumble in, greeted by video game posters, dark bedding, a large fluffy black rug on oak floors, and an enthusiastic cat. The large tan and brown Maine coon stretches into a big yawn. He then chirps while running up to you, weaving through your legs. He had been taking a nap on your bed, the indent from his resting spot on the corner closest to your door still there.

 “Listen babe,” Eve crawls onto your bed, propping one of your pillows behind her back as she sits against the wall. “you don’t flirt. If you’ve ever thought someone was hot, you’d usually just tell me about it later.”

 “I mean, sure he was attractive-“

 “Let me finish,” you sit next to her, pulling your cat into your lap. “I think he wants you.”

 “You do?” You’re bashful and twiddle with the ends of your fingers a little, peering up at her through your lashes.

 “Oh my god he wants you so bad!” She cries out, and you both erupt into giggles. You laugh at the fact that someone as crazy good looking as Gojo even looked at you. It just felt too good to be true. “He was inviting you over; he wants to hook up with you, I just know it.”

 “I’m not gonna-“

 “You should sleep with him!” You quickly shush her, covering her mouth with your hands. You stare at her horrified, wide eyes and she mirrors them.

 “Shhhhhh, my parents will hear.”

 “Sorry, sorry, but just listen to me. You had a really bad breakup, I think just a little fling could be good for you.”

 “That sounds so easy coming from you.” You sigh, flopping down so that you’re resting with your back flush to the mattress and your legs are draped over Eve’s. Your hair is splayed out, and your cat (Dusty) fiddles with it as you speak. “I have, like, no confidence, plus. I’ve never…gone all the way with anyone before. Messing around is one thing but putting it in scares the hell out of me.” You groan, rubbing your hands over your face.

 “You could just give him some head.” Her suggestion makes you snort, “either way, he was totally into you. He’s never talked to me like that. On top of it, he’s not dating anyone around here.” While she speaks, you decide to go through your boxes. You pull out a towel and travel sized toiletries. Throwing a bag of makeup you found onto the vanity adjacent to your bed, you nod at what she’s saying. You kick your clothes off, feeling the sweat from your layered airport outfit cool your skin once exposed to your slightly chilly room.

 “Would you, y’know-” as her sentence trails off, her eyebrows wiggle with implication.

 “Oh absolutely, but like; in my dreams right?” She scoffs at that, and you defensively ask, “well would you?”

 “Nah, I’m holding out for this super cute friend of his that pops by every couple weekends.” Eve sighs dreamily and you quirk an eyebrow at this. She doesn’t further elaborate and you’re too tired to even ask about that. Rather, you finish getting together a change of clothes for the night, not wanting to look sweaty and awful for your first dinner with your family in ages. The black bra you wore accentuates the curves of your breasts rather nicely before they’re hidden behind your carefully wrapped towel; and Eve of course is no stranger to this revelation, “Did you go up a cup size?”

 “Mhm, yep. Thank you for noticing, it’s all the carbs from that bakery near my old place. It was a real problem.” You sigh again for what feels like the billionth time, recalling your binge eating during the worst parts of your most recent breakup. Your long term boyfriend had cheated on you, in your own bed, a tale as old as time. You were miles away from any support system you had, and the only comfort you’d found was through constant snack runs. Snack runs, romantic comedies, and so many tissue boxes. As a result of this you’d put on more pounds than you’d care to ever admit. During the lowest point you had decided that enough was enough and began exercising more. Not working out at a gym by any means, god knows that you did not have the capacity nor the commitment for that. You walked more, and did Chloe Ting workouts in your room when you were feeling motivated enough. “You’d think that considering I’m much more active, I’d have lost more weight. These tits just won’t go away.”

 “More o’ you to love.” You roll your eyes while she suggestively bites her lip. You tell her you’ll be back, and go to take a much needed shower. Washing away the dirt and grime from your long day eases the tension in your shoulders. Your soap smells like lavender, the scent and steam filling your bathroom almost instantly. When you finish, you walk back into your room with your freshly dried hair and a towel still wrapped around you. You shimmy on slightly flared black pants, and you thank whatever is out there that the black turtleneck you chose for the night is the same shade. Finally after throwing on a random (black and white polka dot) pair of fuzzy socks, you get started on your makeup. It’s a simple wing, just to boost your confidence if anything. You keep your base a tinted moisturizer rather than a full coverage one, not wanting to go through the pain of setting everything with powder tonight. Dark brown lines your lips and you pop a matching shade of brown gloss. Feeling content with your freshened up appearance, you adjust your facial piercings back into place. Right as you finish up, your mother’s voice calls to you from outside of your door. A gentle rap against it follows her voice.

 “-would you mind running a plate over to Satoru? Dinner is ready, I'm just waiting for it to cool off a little before serving everyone else.” Your eyes widen in panic, she wants me to run dinner over to him? You don’t feel ready to see your dangerously handsome neighbor so soon. You open your door trying to remain as inconspicuous about your raging emotions as possible, “why, don’t you look lovely dear, did you go up a cup size?”

 “She sure did!” Eve replies still propped against your wall and resting on your bed, the fluffy cat now in her lap. “She would love to take Mr. Gojo a plate of food.” You whip your head around, squinting at her as if to say “you’re dead to me” and she sticks her tongue out at you. You groan quietly before turning back to your mother.

 “I’ve only just met him, do you think that’s a good idea? Won’t it be awkward?”

 “Oh he is a very sweet boy, I doubt you’ll have any problems. Now go get bundled up, it’s gotten colder out there.” Your mother insists, thrusting a hot container of food into your hands. It’s glass, and you’re grateful for the cloth keeping your fingers from being burnt but it’s still very hot to the touch. You don’t protest, if you did you know you’d tip her off. You were the one that always greeted your neighbors, brought leftovers, ran errands for everyone over the years, it’d be strange if you were suddenly opposed to it. “I feel so bad for that poor boy, still doesn’t have a real friend around here. All he does is work, or help out around town. ‘Least I can do is give him some dinner.” Your mother was too sweet for her own good. You hum in response, resigning yourself to the task thrust into your hands. Her bleeding heart was almost sickening. You decide to throw on your grey puffy jacket again, and matching fuzzy earmuffs. Black gloves hug your fingers, when you grab onto the container of food once again you’re thankful for the lack of heat. Your mother retreats down the steps and you close the door, taking a deep breath.

 “Oh my god you’re gonna do it.” Eve teases when you turn back around to her, your red face doesn’t help whatever denial spills from your lips. “Oh my god this is so exciting.” Her jittering frame full of excitement only further adds to your growing anxiety.

 “We’re not doing anything, I’m just being neighborly.”

❄️

Eve’s knowing look haunts you when you find yourself making the small trek to Gojo’s house. The lights are on, smoke coming from the chimney. His Christmas lights, that he’d successfully installed along the railing of his porch; twinkle in tune with your beating heart. You buzz his doorbell, staring at the silver and grey tinsel wreath hanging from his white front door.

 You’re just being neighborly.

 You’re just being neighborly.

 You’re just being-

 The door opens, and instead of staring at the pretty wreath it’s replaced by a slightly dampened shirt clinging onto a muscular chest. You gulp, and your eyes trail up.

 “Hello.” You start when he doesn’t say anything immediately, already feeling awkward.

 “Good evening, Miss.” Gojo’s deep voice is sultry, a stark contrast to his cheerful tone from earlier. He sounded tired. It’d gotten darker as the hours passed, the soft twinkling from the Christmas lights doused his features into an ethereal glow. He’d showered, his hair clearly still damp, and a towel hung over his shoulders. “I see you got all dolled up just to see lil ol’ me!” His teasing implication short circuits your brain. Your mouth runs dry, you forget what you were supposed to say.

 “I-“ you look quickly from his chest to his eyes back to his chest and then away, “do you like stew?”

 “Pardon?” Gojo leans against the frame of his door, his languid pose only accentuating the muscles previously hidden by his winter coat. You really do try to keep your eyes level with his own, but if they drift could anyone blame them?

 “My mother made stew,” you bring the glass dish forward, “well it’s either soup or it’s stew; I can’t remember. It’s hot so be careful.” Your averted gaze entices him to call out your name. Its softness comforts your nerves slightly. You turn to face him again, “oh, yes?”

 “Your mother makes a great stew.” Your eyes focus on his chest while he speaks, and it felt like he’d been flexing on purpose. Taunting you, as if he knew that you were like a cat being coaxed with some catnip. (Spoiler alert: what you brushed off as nothing was entirely deliberate.)

 “Yes, she does, she puts all of her love into her cooking.” You reply, shifting your gaze to finally meet his own.

 “Won’t you have dinner with me?” His tone is enticing, pleading if you focused hard enough to recognize it. His sudden invitation catches you off guard.

 “I’m sorry?”

 “How about I drive you back over to your place, you grab yourself a bowl, and we eat back at mine?” While he tries to sound suggestive, maybe even flirtatious he mainly sounds eager. He was hooked on you, just a single interaction with you and that was it to him. Gojo wanted to take any chance he could get to have you over.

 “I don’t know you.”

 “Well that’s what dinner is for silly.” He leans down towards you ever so slightly. It began to dawn on you that Gojo was a very bold man. If he wasn’t bold then he was certainly confident, and he was certain that you wanted him too. “Drinks, of course; are on me.”

 “I’m not sure..” you trail off, a shiver running through you as the night breeze starts to seep through your coat. Your breath comes out in a fog and Gojo of course seizes that opportunity as well. 

 “It is freezing outside, do you want a ride back to your place anyway?” You glance at him again, and he senses your hesitation. His mouth begins to open, but you cut him off.

 “I would appreciate that, thank you.” His smile is blinding and he turns inside slightly to shuffle around the wall for his keys. He slips on a pair of snow boots outside of his door (near the doormat). While he guides you to his car you realize how underdressed he is.

 “Mr. Gojo, where is your coat?!” You want to scold him like you would your siblings.

 “I’m fine like this, your place is just across the street.” You can’t protest when he opens the passenger door for you, but when you slip inside it’s like an ice box.

 “My god are you sure?” Your teeth want to chatter but you will them not to. With your jaw tensing you almost beg him to go put a coat on. “You’ll catch your death in here.”

 “You really hate this shirt, huh?” His tone is incredulous but you can tell he was just joking around. Even so, he reaches behind you towards the backseat. His proximity causes you to freeze up again, puffs of your breath fan across his close figure. He was so close to you; he smelled of peppermint. His bulging chest was so close, if you moved even the slightest bit you could easily rest your head against it. His pebbling nipples from behind his shirt seemed to taunt you, damn the cold weather. Gojo was invading your space on purpose, of course, and you were innocently oblivious. He produces a navy jacket, and as he slips it on you wonder if the wide turtleneck even keeps him warm.

 “I’d hate for you to catch a cold, think of your poor students.”

 “Ah, so you’ve heard of me?”

 “Just this afternoon.”

 “How’s my reputation?”

 “It’s hard to say, so far it’s leaning towards your favor.” You tut, it’s playful. “My personal opinion however, has yet to be determined.”

 “I’ll have to find some way to get you on my side.”

 Once the vehicle is warmed up the short drive to your house is made in a peaceful silence but there is a tension growing. From what, you can’t quite place. You thank the gods when you realize that you’re in your driveway. There’s a palpable pause between you both, he’s waiting for you to leave. Your fingers twitch from their spot in your lap, and you feel yourself stalling. Looking to the side, your pretty glossed lips part, Gojo finds himself staring at them. A cool feeling washes over yourself, not wanting to part just yet; you can’t stop your mouth from moving.

 “I’ll be right back.”

 Gojo blinks, “you will?” He swears he can hear his heartbeat quickening almost immediately. 

“Yes, I won’t be long. Dinner is still okay?”

 Fuck yes it is.

 Your eyes widen and he realizes that he’d said that out loud. He doesn’t fluster easily but he coughs to cover his brief outburst. Gojo was not an eager man, as cocky as he may seem he truly wanted for nothing. He’d never had to proposition anyone before. He knew he was good looking, he had decent finances on top of it. Yet when he approached that window earlier his confidence seemed to leave him instantly. Your wide eyes and flushed cheeks were endearing, not to mention you were exactly his type. He wanted you bad.

 You don’t waste any more time and unbuckle yourself, hurrying to leave his car. You had to be quick or you’d change your mind. He watched with bated breath as you hurriedly walk up the steps and into the warmth of your childhood home. As soon as you’re out of his sight, Gojo relaxes almost immediately. He leans down to rest his forehead against the steering wheel, a dramatically whisper-shouted, “fuckkkkk yessss.” escaping him in the process. He was so in, you were right within arms reach. He felt lame, wanting you so bad despite having no idea who you were. If he was a better person with a clearer mind his almost imstwnt longing for you might have concerned him. However he was simple, all he could think of at this point was having you under him by the end of the night. Call him a sleaze, but he truly didn’t do this often, so he was going to take what he could get. Gojo’s fingers grip the steering wheel harder, and as his body thrums with anticipation he finds himself hurriedly tidying himself up. He checks his appearance in the mirror, perfect as always. Nothing in his teeth, lips glossed. His hair was neat but also messy in a sexy way, like he’d done it on purpose-yet he ruffled it some more for good measure. He unzips his jacket to get a look at what exactly he had put on last minute. The compression shirt he threw on when he had heard his doorbell ring was a lucky grab. He knew it hugged his chest well, clinging to him a little harder and a couple areas dampened with his shower slicked body. It was no surprise that the grey sweats that hung low on his hips didn’t leave much to the imagination. Yeah, he had this in the bag.

 On your side of things, your heart thrummed in a gentle acceptance. You’d left Gojo to his own devices and upon entry into your home, you were refusing to let panic set in. Your siblings (Emmett, Phoebe, Lillian) as well as Eve and your parents are situated around the table. Slices of warm bread, a tub of butter, as well as carefully placed bowls of stew were placed in front of everyone. They’d been waiting for you. Your mother is the first to greet you. Shit, you were beginning to feel bad.

 “I know this is so last minute, but do you care if I have dinner with Mr. Gojo?” You hate being inconsiderate, you know they’ve missed you. It was your first night home, after all. They were so clearly waiting for you to get back.

 “What for?” Your father sneers, his bright mood upon seeing you dampening at the mention of your new neighbor. “Why can’t he just eat over here?”

 “Well honey, there weren’t enough chairs. The old set is in the attic, I didn’t want to bother with all of that.” Your mother explains, “I think that’s a wonderful idea, dear. Getting close with people around your age is important after all.”

 “He’s in his late twenties, Maira!”

 “Making friends is important, Christian. She doesn’t have many, love.”

 “Eve is here though, that’s so rude to her!”

 “Mr. Manivong, I’m here like, every night. I won’t mind.” Eve is practically bouncing in her seat and you know you’re in for it later. She tries to not sound too excited at the prospect of you having dinner with the hottest catch in town. “I’ll keep the bed warm for you, my love.” She salutes you and you bite your lip in nervousness. You make a vague gesture towards yourself, silently asking if you look alright. Her salute shifts into an okay and then she begins to dramatically fan herself. You snort and shake your head at that. Neither of you realize your father was watching the both of you until you hear a scoff come from him.

 “Of course.” He grumbles out. Everyone in the room ignores him.

 You don’t remember seeing your mother leave her seat. Before you even realize it she has a hot bowl shoved into your hands as well as a warm wrapped loaf of homemade bread; and she’s ushering you out the door. Soft words of encouragement and excitement leave her, vague mentions of so handsome good for you, and take your time sweetheart your father will live. Your father’s grumbling fades as the door shuts behind you, and you’re then faced with the reality that you’re about to have dinner with a (handsome) complete stranger. The cold autumn air bites your cheeks, and you steel yourself. 

 It’s just dinner. You’re just neighbors having dinner.

 You open the passenger door once again, and Gojo’s slightly slackened frame straightens immediately. His features turn bright, and despite him waiting for you in your driveway; he was still happy that you actually came back out. He doesn’t waste time with useless greetings, he just makes sure you’re buckled in and pulls away. It’s begun to snow again, the fat clusters tap against the windshield filling the silence. You’re undeniably excited, your frame practically buzzes with the idea of a new friend. Friends, yeah right. You were having a hard time admitting to yourself the real attraction you were starting to feel for him.

 Gojo glances at you when he’s pulling back into his property. Once parked his eyes find themselves lingering on your thighs as they subconsciously rub together. His crystalline hues meet your own and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. His mouth had suddenly gone dry. You both try not to awkwardly clamber out, but you notice that he seems just as stiff as you are. He hadn’t bothered to lock his door, when he opens it for you he tries not to appear too eager. You leave your shoes near the entryway after you kick the snow off of them and he follows suit. You linger by the threshold, clutching your container of soup. Gojo takes it from you, his fingers lightly brushing your own, and sets it on an island in the middle of his kitchen and dining room. He makes an excited hum when you hand him the bread as well. 

 Upon entry you’d noticed how cozy his home was. The living room greeted you at arrival, black rectangular picture frames hung in several areas. Among them were photos of family members or friends, some of Gojo himself with them. The same man with stretched ears was in quite a few, you noticed. Situated next to his grey couch was a photo in a silver oval frame of Gojo and some students, on what you assumed was a field day. They were all bright smiles and peace signs. A mug that read World’s Greatest Teacher was placed next to it. The dining and kitchen area was separated by partial walls and a marble island, the bottom cupboards had various Christmas washcloths hanging from the outside of them and winter themed placemats were on his dark oak dining table. He had one of those realistic trees that looked like the branches were brushed with snow; it was in the leftmost corner of the room, closest to the door. You could tell he started decorating, a box of ornaments in varying shapes, sizes, and colors sat unopened near it. Silver and gold tinsel were still perfectly wrapped in their packaging. The only thing on the large tree were warm twinkling rainbow lights.

 He steps close to you once more, and offers to take your coat. You thank him, shuffling the thick garment off. You don’t notice how his eyes linger on your chest for a little longer than they should have. The ribbing of your sweater accentuated the outline of your breasts, and now it was his turn to be distracted. He wanted you before and seeing the curves of your body for the first time didn’t help sate his desire. It certainly didn’t help his case when you seemed to push your breasts out more as you held your hands in nervousness behind your back. Truth be told the only thing on your mind was how sticky you felt in that jacket. It was hot in your house as well as his car with the thick layers on and you began sweating. It was relieving not having it on anymore but your breasts under the warm sweater felt suffocated and the thing you wanted most was to just take your damned top off. Your uncomfortable shifting only brought more attention to them, yet you still didn’t pick up on Gojo’s virgin-like ogling. Eyes glued to one thing only: your tits.

 “Well we better eat it while it’s hot.” His deep voice cuts through the suddenly thickened air, startling you. You nod, following him to the dining area. He doesn’t bother taking any of his own bowls out of the cupboards, choosing to instead grab a couple of spoons to save time on dishes. You can respect that, you hated doing the dishes.

 Rather than being any more nervous, you decide that the sound of clinking silverware and the news playing on his television as white noise isn’t so bad. Small talk wasn’t something you excelled in. Starting a conversation was a hurdle in itself, but maintaining a steady flow while keeping the interest of the other person was overwhelming. As a result of your awkward mannerisms and ‘lack of interest’ your relationships were few and far between. The only person that seemed to bask in your silence was Eve, who could chatter away to no end. When it struck you that Gojo didn’t seem to have the desire to make you talk, it oddly comforted you. You’d always felt pressured to fill the empty space and you usually fell short of any fulfilling interaction. 

 Eating with your neighbor might not be so bad if it stayed just like this.

 Gojo clears his throat. “Your mother is a great cook.”

 “Yea, she is.”

 “She has your dad or one of the kids run me over some dinner or a snack almost every night.” He remarks, gesturing towards the island behind you. You turn around and spot a couple bags of various snacks that you could always find in your own cupboard. At the center of the island was a dish with three cheesecake slices tucked inside. You loved your mother’s cheesecake. “She made that a couple days ago, I’ve been too busy to indulge.” He pouts, going over to grab you both a slice. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth and hardly any time for myself so she’s always saving the day.” You accept the slice, eager to sate your own craving.

 “She’s pretty great, and her cheesecake is the best.” He hums in agreement, a cozy silence falls into place once more. 

 While initially dinner together was a little awkward, all of Gojo’s aforementioned confidence seemingly disappeared; eventually conversation picked up. While usually you were slow to open up, Gojo had a way of getting you to talk without trying. You’d learned that he was quite the nerd, and when it felt like conversation was running short he would bring up a game he liked to play during his free time. A book he’d read recently. An anime one of his students recommended. With dinner having been finished long ago, you’d both gravitated to his couch.

Maybe I should head out, it’s gettin’ pretty nasty out there…

No, no, it’s freezing. Why don’t you wait a little while, at least for the snow to let up?

Reruns of old Christmas specials played in the background on his wall mounted television. Glasses of red wine reflected the flames from the fireplace underneath it. Small talk about work, college, short term aspirations; morphed into steady laughter and stories from your childhood. The longer you spent on it the more you realized his sofa was just too comfortable. The atmosphere was quite intimate, you were clueless to the fact that it was deliberate. Gojo hadn’t planned on having you over so soon, it wasn’t his fault that he was thrown off a bit. Naturally, he’d set things into motion the way they should be throughout the evening. He had dimmed the lights over the course of the night, letting his fireplace illuminate his living area. A consequence free show played as a source of casual entertainment. Gojo casually lit a holiday pine scented candle in the kitchen while you had been enjoying dessert, and when things shifted to the living room he lit a sage scent that complimented it perfectly. He, of course, wouldn’t be a good host without providing refreshments. His finest and most expensive wine, a sparkling palate cleanser that wasn’t too sweet, wrapped foreign chocolates, and dried fruit were neatly placed on his coffee table in front of the sofa. He had you right where he wanted you.

 “Oh I didn’t realize you moved from there! I have a couple o’ buddies around that area.” his features brighten after learning where you moved from.

 “Ya don’t say! Small word.”

 You could feel as the minutes shifted into an hour, and then an hour and a half; your hesitancy to leave grew more and more. As your stories became more intimate, the proximity between you both shortened. While you weren’t put off by how close he was, it was something you were hyper aware of. Your elbows brushed lightly against one another on the back of the couch as he mirrored the way your head rested against your hand. If someone had peaked in on you both, they might have mistaken you for good friends or partners, the laughter and conversation flowing freely between you both. The alcohol in your system had your core feeling warm, your cheeks rosy, and your lips loose. He was practically entranced by you as you explained how your recent ex tore your heart to shreds.

 “Eve ended up flying up there for a weekend and she helped me throw his stuff out. Couldn’t just throw my mattress out though, but I guess it’s fine since I moved back here in the end.” You reach over to the coffee table for your glass of wine, taking a sip. An amused snort leaves your mouth while you watch on the tv a stop-motion reindeer jump around in glee at his crush admitting that she thought he was cute.

 “I can’t believe he cheated on you, in your own bed.” He remarks, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. Gojo can’t take his eyes off of your form, soaking in the subtlety of your enjoyment.

 “Ugh, I know! He couldn’t even make me cum in it, what made him think he could get her to?” The wine seemed to remove your filter. Despite the both of you being equally surprised by your words it brings bubbling laughter up from your stomachs. Gojo laughs in further disbelief; you laugh at your own expense.

 “Oh you poor thing,” his sympathetic coo is bordering on patronizing, “I bet I could make you cum.” The wine seemed to remove his filter as well. He had mumbled it, you don’t think he even meant for those words to leave his stream of consciousness. There’s mirth swirling inside of his piercing gaze, and something else that you can’t quite place.

 “I’m sorry?” Your laughter teeters off, and Gojo decides that he might as well just go for it.

 “How ‘bout it? Wanna fool around?” He wraps his hand around yours, and takes the wine glass from you. When he sets it aside, your breath hitches in your throat. His delicate features were tipsily flushed, much like your own. And to your absolute horror: he sure was handsome.

 “I don’t know you.” Your statement from earlier bubbles up and escapes from your throat before you can even think of stopping it. Yet you lean in closer, your fingers move from being dropped into your lap, to grazing the surface of the cushion between the both of you. He places his own hand to just barely ghost across the tips of His fingers against yours.

 “Well, we’ve met.“ he holds up his free hand, and ticks away at his fingers, “Had dinner. And now we’ve shared some drinks. I’d say we’ve been on a couple o’ dates by now.” You find yourself leaning back as he leans into you further. Fingers itching to reach out for him.

 “I’m not comfortable sleeping with you tonight.” Tonight? Does that mean it was possible in the future? Truth be told, his offer was tempting, you just felt shameful having sweat so much. You don’t miss the way his features light up with excitement, however. You both crawl backwards, and his forearms rest on either side of your head, his nose barely brushing against yours. He’d lost that dumb pair of shades two wine glasses ago, wanting to see you without any obstructions. His lips almost graze your own as he speaks.

 “We don’t have to have sex.” Right, he said he wanted to fool around. You hum, biting your lip lightly in thought. 

 “Gojo I-“

 “Satoru.” He corrects, ocean blue eyes boring into your own hazy ones.

 “I really need to shower, I sweat on the way over here, I showered earlier but I’d feel terrible-“ He’s nodding along, not seeming to care for your (very valid) excuses. They’re falling on deaf ears, because why were you wrapping around his neck? Why was he so damn mesmerizing? You felt stupid for a brief moment, and figured it didn’t actually matter if you just kissed him. So you did. It was a light peck at first, your eyes flutter closed, and he reciprocates with a peck of his own. One turns into two, two turns into three, three shifts into a deeper kiss. You make a noise in the back of your throat, or was that him? Your fingers tangle into his snowy locks, as he settles his weight between your legs. Your thighs grip his hips and it’s definitely him that groans. You weren’t ever really into kissing, it repulsed you when it went on for too long. But as Gojo experimentally swiveled his hips into yours, the slight friction eliciting a sultry moan, you think to yourself that you don’t actually mind it. Not with him at least. His tongue snakes its way into your mouth, and as it dances with your own it almost hypnotizes you. He pants in between kisses, growing more eager and frustrated with every passing moment that he grinds into you or sucks on your lips and your tongue. It grows sloppier, he eventually switches from your lips to kissing around them. Drool gathers around the edges, and he eagerly laps it up, but this only worsens the mess. He kisses down your mouth, your chin, your jaw, your neck. It’s fiery, hotter than the flames flickering across the room, you think. 

 As you become uncomfortable with the heat, you squirm to pull your shirt off. He pulls back, going to remove his clothes as well. The obvious tent in his pants causes your fingers to stutter with the button on your own bottoms. The large imprint only grows larger as his pants are removed and reveals a monster confined behind black briefs. You gulp and stand up to shimmy your pants off, walking away to put your clothes somewhere you could easily find them. You were stalling as your nerves built up again. Were you going to have to stick that huge thing into your mouth? He’s oblivious to your inner struggle, making himself comfortable on the couch below you. He taps his thigh a couple of times, a wordless beckoning when he notices you staring at him. The short distance to him has you nervously clasp your hands behind your back. When you’re in front of him again, you drop to your knees. His blatant confusion almost immediately embarrasses you. Why did he look like that? Shame wells within your gut as you believe you’d made a mistake.

 “I’m sorry, did you not want me to suck you off?”

 He stares down at you, blanking on what to say. Of course he did, he was just hoping to make out some more first. A noise of consideration thrums in the back of his throat, and then suddenly he beams at you.

 “No actually; I’m gonna eat you out.” He flashes you a cheeky grin, his confidence from earlier returning. “Awkward question but I gotta ask, are you clean?”

 “Yes I am. Haven’t done anything since I last tested.” You tilt your head to the side. “But why would you wanna do that right now? Like I said, I sweat a lot earlier.”

 “…to get you off? Because it’ll be fun?”

 “Oh, are you sure?” Your hesitation is cute, and concerning. Rather than respond he sits up and wordlessly pulls you onto the couch so that you’re next to him. He lays you out gently, and your heart thrums. “I’m not sure if I’ll finish tonight. I’m really okay with just doing you. I wouldn’t want to put you through such a hassle.” You ramble in embarrassment, your shame at being so hard to sexually handle evident.

 Your previous partners were less than attentive. They’d usually moved on or given up after a few minutes. Suffice it to say you certainly hadn’t finished from any head you’d briefly received. You just couldn’t help the numb feeling you’d felt every time someone touched you intimately. Unbeknownst to you Gojo was not only competitive, he also loved a good challenge. There was a chance to be the best head you’d ever gotten, and the first to make you cum all in one go. You feel his breath travel from your clavicle, nibbling kisses that wander downward over your navel. Your shivering at the anticipation of his touch is not lost on him. 

 “Gotta be insane to think that I’m not gonna eat this pussy tonight.” As he said that, he finally spread your legs for him. Your knees touch the couch at your side. His hands are flush against the swell of your thighs; holding them in place. Gojo peppers the ghost of short and soft pecks against your clothed sensitivity. You try to resist the urge to buck up, but at your subtle movement he firmly buries his face against the fabric. It’s a silent encouragement to do what you want. You aren’t used to it, and in that moment you are so grateful that you had the foresight to match your panties with your bra. He continues to kiss the same area, they deepen with each one. He could sense your lack of confidence, your inexperience, and he was perfectly okay with taking the lead. You’re unsure when he does it, but your panties are suddenly pulled to the side. The wet muscle that was buried in your mouth earlier finds itself dancing with your lower lips this time. There was a tense silence in the room, save for the crackling of flames in his fireplace, but as he starts to work you; your breath audibly hitches. You squeeze your eyes shut, and the pad of his tongue runs up and down from your twitching hole to your buzzing clit. It’s almost terrifying, your hands go to your mouth to suppress the noises begging for an escape. You can’t help but pant as his tongue continues to torment you. He applies just the right amount of pressure, soft lapping at your clit so wet and noisy.

 “Ngh.” Your back arches, he applies just a little more pressure up and down your slit before sucking on your clit. It’s hypnotizing but you find yourself becoming overwhelmed. One of your hands snakes into his cloudy tresses, “Wait, Gojo, I’m getting scared.” Your voice comes out high pitched and whiny, it’s the first thing you’ve said since he laid you out. He moans against you upon hearing you, “This is scaring me a little, can you slow down?” The breathlessness in your voice makes the hard-on behind his briefs throb almost painfully.

 “Call me Satoru, sweetheart.” He kisses your clit then, having missed feeling the hard nub against his soft lips. “Of course I can slow down, whatever you want.” He doesn’t sound put off, he wasn’t complaining about his jaw, he wasn’t just whipping his dick out. Yet you can’t help but feel embarrassed and like you’re inconveniencing him. With your inexperience taking over you mumble and push his face back, “I’m sorry I’ve never really done this for so long before, if you want we can switch.” He pouts at the feeling of your warm hand holding him in place.

 “What do you mean ‘so long’ it’s barely been ten minutes.” He’s puffing out a playful laugh, and then weaving his arms around your thighs. Hugging them almost to bring your arousal closer to his face, he gently rubs the plush of them as he starts to gently lap at your slit again. You tasted amazing, he had to focus on not cumming in his pants as soon as he was met with your dripping sex. You were paranoid for nothing, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you.

 “Gonna keep going until you cum, we can stay here the whole night for all I care.”

 “I’ve never finished like this before.” You admit, hiding your face behind your hands. It’s like the embarrassment can’t leave your body. His ministrations don’t stop, and they start to grow in intensity at your words. You’d been spurring him on whether you had meant to or not. 

 “Shouldn’t have told me that sweetheart, now we’re really gonna be here all night.”

 “Gojo, I can’t stay here all-“

 “Satoru.“ The deepening of his voice is just barely a growl, and your hips buck in response. 

 You suddenly yelp, because instead of feeling his tongue enter you; you feel him shift so that one of his hands is positioned at your entrance. A warm digit probes the outside of it, not entering but teasing you. Your thighs clench around his head and he groans at this. “Fuck yeah, you want it?”

 “I, I don’t know. Your fingers are so long.” You sound like you’re on the verge of tears, and if you were being truthful you probably did want it. You were absentmindedly grinding your hips, swiveling them into his prodding touch.

 “You think my fingers are long? Wait till you see my dick.” His teeth playfully nibble at your thighs while he waits for your permission. You inhale sharply, still trying to suppress the noises of pleasure he so desperately wanted you to let out.

 “A little is fine, but go slow please. It’s been a long time.” Your soft and curious gaze pierced his own, and he knows he’s in for it. You’re gonna be the death of him.

 He tuts, “I don’t know.~ It doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough.” His finger betrays him, and it shallowly teases your entrance. Labored puffs of air leave your mouth at this. Your eyebrows pull together and he could cum on the spot just by the sight of you. There’s an almost magnetic push and pull between you both. As your hips continue to gyrate, furthering in intensity as your frustration grows; he’s barely teasing you and pulling himself in the opposite direction just to lead you on. Never fully leaving you, remaining firm in just grazing. Occasionally a faint whimper will escape you, and he rewards you with pushing in just a fraction deeper each time. He was finding out that you didn’t have to try hard to get what you wanted from him. 

 “S…Satoru.” Just hearing those few syllables tumble from your trembling pout has his hips stuttering into the couch. He’d picked up a steady grind of his own while waiting for you to just give in to your desire. “I want it.” It’s barely audible and he makes an incredulous noise in the back of his throat.

 “Pardon?” He’s tugging your panties down, tucking the delicate purple lace into the cushion of his sectional. His breath ghosts over your sensitive nub, he can’t help but reward it with a sloppy kiss. You mewl almost instantly, the loudest you’d been all night. “Yeah, you got somethin’ you wanna say to me?”

 “I want it.” You sound so sure now, your cares finally departing from your conscience. What did this matter in the end? You huff, caressing his face and he eagerly leans into your touch. He’s kissing your fingers, and peppering your wrist with his affection.

 “You want it bad?” He’s lifting your hips just enough to provide himself with better access to your dripping folds. The sight of him through your half-lidded eyes has you panting once more. You eagerly nod, continuing to caress his face and massage his scalp.

 “Nnmmh!” Your throat draws out sickeningly sweet whimpers once he’d begun his descent upon your flower once again. This time with added vigor, and a delicious friction you’d never felt before. His experimental kitten licks from earlier evolving into deep drags of his tongue against each and every dip. With his glossy lips on your clit, they alternate between harsh sucking and firm circular motions. He still doesn’t finger you, your fear and hesitation from earlier finally blooms into a deep desire for more. “Satoru.” You mewl, the drag of your voice heavenly, the breathy pitch sardonically kissing his senses.

 “Yeah, baby?” He’s removed himself from you with an obscene pop from your clit, his mouth and chin coated in a glossy sheen of your slick and his saliva. You’d been grinding against him harder, searching for more friction.

 “I want your fingers in me so bad, Satoru.” You’re begging at this point, pulling him up briefly to kiss him in the hopes of sweetening him up. You’re entangling tongues, he’s dragging his clothed erection dangerously across your weeping petals. The sound of your mouths colliding and teeth mashing quickly fills the air once more. Gojo’s hot touch finds itself attached to your breasts, and he wastes no time finally ripping that god forsaken bra off. Your breasts spill out of the cups, and two twinkling pieces of jewelry flirt with him at eye level. He’d instantly pulled away from the intensity of your lip lock as soon as your pierced nipples had made contact with the air. His large hands find purchase on your plush chest and you push into his touch. The gentle massage he gives you almost relaxes you more than it arouses you. The friction from his hips against yours, his soft suckling on your neck, and the fervent kneading of your breasts makes you lightheaded in the most tantalizing way. He’s finally snaking his way back down to your core, kissing along that same fiery path. He doesn’t say anything, too entranced by your every movement. A single digit almost immediately bullies its way past your resistance. The inside of you is tight, warm, and so obnoxiously wet. His finger slid in so easily thanks to the abundance of your natural lubrication. You finally moan out, arching once again into the pleasure he gives you. He’s working you, in and out, in and out. Licking and sucking up and down from your entrance right back to your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Your toes begin to curl, you’d never felt this electric before. Your hips rock yourself against his face, and you give in to the pleasure. Allowing yourself to close your eyes, run your fingers through his silky hair.

 “This pussy tastes so good, sweetheart.” Your absent nod in his direction has him biting back a snicker. You’re lost in the pleasure but he wants you to do more than this. He wants you to feel so much more. He wants you desperately. His pace picks up in intensity, lapping at your clit and steadily thrusting two fingers into you. The addition of another digit has you immediately blanching.

 “Ah, r’there!” They thrum against your sponge-y sensitivity, “ah, ah, ah! So good!~” And while your moaning doesn’t grow in pitch, you are hardly being loud, your vocalized praise encourages him. Targeting your g-spot he nibbles and suckles on your clit relentlessly. His wrist is escaping you fast, pounding back into you harder each time. Your honey squelches and it fills the room drowning out the noise from his crackling fireplace. You don’t notice him reach over to shut the specials you’d previously been watching off. You also don’t notice the way he occasionally pulls his mouth away from you to take in the intensity of your being in the throes of pleasure. He was determined to get you off. As he’s working back into another rhythm with the intent to finish you, he hits that hot spot over and over again. “Satoru~ ngh.” Your head is thrashing back and forth, “Satoru…is t’much I feel weird, baby, oh- slow down.”

 “Fuck, what did you just call me?” He suddenly stops his ministrations and you almost sob in frustration as your teetering peak is pulled away from you. You stare at him, eyes fogged from your heat and confusion. Didn’t he want you to call him by his first name? He kisses you then, kicking off his briefs. It’s more intense than earlier, if that were even possible. He’s between your legs and you feel something smooth prod at your slippery entrance.

 “B..baby?”

 “Shit, call me that from now on, sweet girl.” His words are punctuated by a shallow swing of his hips against you, length sliding against your thigh. He’s staring into your eyes, they’re blown and dark to an animalistic degree; his hair is disheveled into beautiful chaos by your own hands. He’s intimidating to say the least, and yet something about him was eagerly welcoming you in. If Santa existed then you’d hoped you would see Satoru wrapped under your tree for Christmas. By gods was he beautiful.

 “Who’s making you feel good, baby?”

 “Satoru is?” Your questioning tone has him rasping out a humorous gasp between a sloppy kiss and he’s moaning into the next one.

 “Fuck yeah, call out to me.” He’s massaging the fat of your breasts, running his fingers along your sides soothingly, squeezing along the plush of your tummy, kissing your face, your lips, your neck. Finally he’s back to persistently penetrating your gummy insides. The slick walls can’t decide whether to suck him up or push him out, and his dick thrums with want at the thought of feeling you around him. Satoru sits on his haunches, your lower half thrown over his own, and if he moved even a little bit he could insert himself into you if he was so inclined. Instead, he’s watching you writhe under his touch, fingering you without a care for your overstimulation. Rubbing his spare hand across your clit, skilled digits flat as they rub impossibly fast against it.

 “Mmm, ha,” you pant, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “ah wait!” The pounding motion of his fingers going in and out of you grows into that intensity once again. Pounding. Pounding and pounding as he’s rubbing your sensitive bud with no sign of letting up. “Satoru please! Something weird is happening. Ungh!” Your voice peaks almost pathetically, and he’s laughing at you. Your writhing is amusing and so attractive to him he doesn’t know if he should be euphoric or in disbelief.

 “Haha, look at you! You said you wouldn’t cum! You’re almost there aren’t you? You wanna cum, Miss?” He’s throbbing against your backside, sliding in any way he can against you. Desperate for sweet friction but determined to ensure that this isn’t about him. Wet beads of precum staining the skin where the head of his member slides freely. “Cum for me? Don’ be scared you’re just cummin’. Are you tellin’ me you’ve never felt this before?” You shake your head profusely, and grab his wrist to find purchase. He doesn’t stop, his pounding almost bruising. Finally his fingers speed up just right against your clit and the small shriek that tumbles past your sobbing makes him choke out an obscenely loud moan. It sounds pornographic and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was the one being brutally pleasured. Despite barely any stimulation he was clearly as fucked out as you were, and he practically cums when a massive wave of sparkling slick splatters across his abdomen. It paints his wrist, his abs, his face, your thighs. Fat tears fall from your drunk eyes and he’s moaning again, “oh fuck-“ sorry, sorry, sorry, “you just squirted on me!” He’s laughing out loud, and your embarrassment makes you want to run away. That hasn’t happened before, I’m sorry! Gojo lays you down once again, his fingers barely leave your tight cavern.

 “I’ve never done that before.” Your pathetic whining from embarrassment nearly sends him over the edge, “oh my god I’m so sorry!”

 “No, no, no, awe, baby.” He’s cooing, kissing you once again, “uh uh, no apologizing, that was so sexy I almost came just from the sight of it.” you’re moaning some more at his soothing.

 “It was good, baby? 

 “So good, sweetheart.” his fingers slow to a stop. He brings them to his lips, gingerly

sucking them clean. His vulgar display has you clench around nothing. Satoru then positions his erection flush against your lower lips.

 “Wait, Satoru, I’ve never...” Your voice trails off and he sucks in a sharp breath eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as he waits for you to finish your sentence, “I haven’t gone all the way.” You mewl when he pulls away to smack his hardness across the sputtering wetness.

 “Shit I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” He’s panting, and the state of his disheveled hair and flushed cheeks brings a pang to your heart. “I wasn’t gonna put it in, can I just feel you?” He licks the tears that escape from your eyes, and sucks on your desperate lips. His own desperation manifested in the form of shallow ruts against your overstimulated pussy. You nod, spreading your legs to welcome him further into your embrace. He tries not to let surprise take over his features as you reach out your hand to lay flat over his sliding prick. You apply pressure, and the both of you groan as a result. With you pressing his throbbing erection against your plushy folds as he slides back and forth it provides a sweet relief he’d been desperately needing. He was shameless in voicing his noises of pleasure, he was so sensitive considering it’d been a long time for him as well. Your noisy slick sloshing and creating a mess of you both fills the room. “God, this pussy is the best. So good baby.” His rutting picks up in pace, he tenderly holds your face just to kiss you hard. You’re both moaning into each other, noises filling his space so naturally.

 Slip and slide.

 Slipping and sliding.

 Your lower halves dance with each other so agonizingly, and you find yourself pushing him back to grind yourself on him. “Satoru I’m close again, ah.” Your head is thrown back, it’s as if you’re a siren calling out to him and he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Your features are cast in the dazzling lights of his tree. “Ah, ngh, ah!” You lean down, hands splayed across his pale chest, breasts scrunching together and he almost thrusts into you. He grabs your thighs, rocking you harder onto him. His groaning and grunting as your sweat and juices flow freely between you makes your slippery descent all the more intense. It’s sudden, your orgasm wracks through your entire body, “oh fuck!” You lean down to desperately kiss him, and he finds it adorable. You’re so cute and as he’s swiveling his hips upwards to chase his own high he lets you know.

 “So cute baby, so good for me. Cum all over me that’s right, I’m gonna cum too.” You were an affectionate and kissy partner, everything he’d ever wanted.

 “Cum for me,” you kiss him again, sucking on his bottom lip and then you bite it hard drawing back with a pop, “cum for me, baby.” He’s about to, his eyes roll back into his skull, but before he can you’re pulling away and making your way down his figure this time. You lick a thick stripe of saliva from his heavy balls all the way up to the tip of his swollen prick. You take him in easily, mouth being stuffed impossibly full. You’d been wanting this all night, to feel him down the back of your throat.

 Gojo was big, and you knew there was no way you’d be able to fit all of him into your mouth. That certainly didn’t stop you from trying, and as you’re sputtering and choking on him he gasps in encouragement. He’s seeing stars regardless, tensing to keep from spilling down your throat immediately. He steals a glance at your bobbing head, your timid freshly manicured fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and pumping what your mouth can’t take. It’s too much, and with only a couple measly thrusts he’s spilling into your mouth.

 “What are you an angel?!” He’s gasping, moaning like a porn star once again. Although you didn’t know much about him, Gojo being loud in bed somehow just made sense. “Shit take it, take it, take it.” He’s fucking his seed into your mouth, you attempt to breathe heavily through your nose and suppress as many gagging noises as you can. It’s sloppy, and bubbling past your lips and Gojo can’t stop himself. Drunk on you, drunk on the feeling of your lips; nether and otherwise against his dick. “Fuck I think I love you baby, holy shit you’re the best.” He’s rambling and you try not to let his fucked out confession freak you out. Rather than dwell on his pillow talk, you make a show of swallowing his load, sticking your tongue out once you’ve finished. “Shit come here, gimme a kiss sweetheart.” He’s grabbing you by the shoulders, pulling you to straddle him. You lean in to kiss him, the intensity from your orgasm fizzling out as you languidly rub your swollen lips together. You taste bitter and sweet at the same time, an almost dangerous combination for Satoru. The kiss you both share is dizzying, raw lips drawing together just to keep feeling each other. He sucks on your tongue and fondles your breasts some more, his hands having felt lonely without you in them. You think to yourself that if he did love you after one night of fooling around that you might be okay with it. 

 “Did you really enjoy it, Satoru?” You ask, but he doesn’t even need to answer. Not when he is gazing back at you with half lidded eyes, a lazy smile, sloppy hair, and a flushed chest, neck, and face. His lithe hands rub your sides in comfort, your shoulders in appreciation, your hips in adoration.

 “Gimme another kiss, sweetheart.” And you do, with no hesitation. It’s languid, romantic even. “Shit, wanna go again?”

 “I have to go home, Satoru, next time though.” His dumb smile has you bashfully looking away. When he reaches his pinky out in front of you, you grasp it.

 “Promise?”

 “Promise.” There would be a next time? He’s stupidly elated just thinking about such a promise. You’re grinning to yourself, without realizing it you stroke his hand soothingly. Fingers intertwining, there’s another feeling between the both of you blossoming.

 “So, about your Christmas plans?”

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Satoru offered to give you a ride home once you’d both sobered up and you happily accepted. Before leaving, he was attentive, making sure your body was okay, that you weren’t sore anywhere. Tentative fingers brushed over your body with a dampened and warm washcloth, cleaning any mess that was made. He located your discarded clothes, handing them to you minus the pair of panties you came with. They were conveniently misplaced but your brain was so foggy that you didn’t care. He was clearly the best sexual partner you’d ever had, and you hoped that the good chemistry would be a constant among the both of you.

 The drive back was light, there wasn’t an awkward atmosphere, rather he seemed to be in a great mood and it rubbed off on you. You’re looking out the window, rosy cheeks scrunched into a giddy smile. His hand rested on your thigh, a caring thumb ran soothing circles in place. It was snowing again, the tiny flakes melted as they landed on the window. When you pull into your driveway for the final time, your hand meets his own where it rested.

 “I had a really good time.” you admit, although it was rather obvious. You sound hesitant like you weren’t sure how he would act around you now that everything was said and done. He didn’t like it. He brings your laced fingers up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles as he holds it against his cheek. 

 “We could have a better time tomorrow.” You smile and look away again.

 “I don’t know…” but you don’t pull your hand away, instead you bring yourself closer to him. You peer at him, biting your bottom lip nervously. “Isn’t that too soon?”

 “Never.” 

 “Hmmm…” you look at your house. The lights are off inside, your rooms window is at the front of the house on the second floor and you can see that it’s still on. You roll your eyes fondly, of course Eve was still awake. She confirms that by peeking her head out of your curtain, she spots Gojo’s car and immediately shuts it. “Well, I’d love to.”

 “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He kisses your hand again and you think to yourself that you wished he would just kiss you again. As if reading your mind he gently cups your face and brings you in for one. It’s languid, and while it wasn’t meant to be deep it naturally evolved into something bordering on intense. He can’t get enough of you, his insatiable lips ravage yours and you crawl into his lap across the way. He leans his seat back, pleased with the steamy development, and his hands go from caressing your face to traveling down your back and finally down to grope the plump of your backside. You whimper, but continue the lip lock. Your tongue experimentally traces his bottom lip and he groans, opening up for you to explore him again. He’s rutting his hips up, it isn’t serious by any means he had no actual desire to take it any further than that. You grind down on him, your movement turning sloppy. Before things can blossom into anything else, you pull away, a string of saliva snapping between the both of you. His hands are still on your ass, and yours are in his hair. He’s flushed, panting, and you can’t help but kiss him again. Your neediness makes him laugh but reciprocates all the same. He was so messy but the way he handled you was absolute perfection. You break apart, finally, and you look behind you to make sure no one else is around. Paranoid your family might see you.

 “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You finally say, departing from his warmth painfully. You leave then, closing his car door gently as you do. You look behind you and wave, he’s smiling while resting his chin on his toned arms.. They’re folded over his steering wheel while he watches you go inside. He waves back, a little shake of his wrist and you finally disappear into the warmth of your home. The walk of shame (at a less than appropriate hour) was surprisingly not as bad as it could have been. No one is up to catch you other than your mother in the kitchen, she’d gotten up for a midnight snack and met you while you were putting the dishes in the sink. They’d be tomorrow's problem. 

 “How was it dear?” She asks gently, sliding a glass of hot chocolate your way.

 “Good, we watched some Christmas specials over dinner and talked for a bit.” you know that it shouldn’t have taken you this long to get back, and she knows that too, but she smiles and nods along.

 “That sounds wonderful, we’ll invite him over next time.”

 “How about tomorrow?”

 “I’m sure he’d love that.” You smile back at her, you would love that too. You sip your cocoa until it’s gone, chatting with your mother about unimportant things. She retires before you do, and you quietly make your way up to your room. Your creaking footsteps cause you to cringe, and as soon as you’re twisting the doorknob your friend jumps up from her spot on your bed.

 “Fucking finally, oh my god tell me everything!”

a/n: erm would y'all let gojo go down on u the first day u met him?

◼️yes

◼️definitely

◼️absolutely

i scattered different references to a few christmas songs so i hope y’all catch em :3 merry xmas and happy holidays hope y'all enjoyed ~🐇🎄❄️

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