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[solbaby7]

Forbidden Fruit

cassian x rhysand’s sister!reader

[ part one ] you are currently reading part two

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warnings: smut babe, swearing, probs typos, underlying tones of some predator/prey kink but it’s super mild, fucking your brothers best friend, unprotected sex (lol don’t do that), minors DNI

summary: The General Commander of the Night Court finds himself falling for the High Lords precious little sister.

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Cassian was a handsome male.

Not to be cocky or arrogant but he knew his face was appealing—knew that females lusted after him and his body in a way that had become utterly natural to him. Easy even.

This. You—were anything but easy.

You were complex. Intricate. Delicately woven by caring hands that added an abundance of brains and wit. You were enigmatic, drawing in even the most prickly of persons with your attentiveness. A balm that soothed over vicious wounds and angry scars. You were the sun and the moon and all the air between it; free and malleable, warm and waning. Cassian had never met a female so cunning—so effortlessly everything.

The awareness of such a rarity instills a certain pressure on the General’s shoulders. One that felt more stressful than war. Truly, he’d endured battles that hadn’t even begun to set his stomach in such a state of fluster.

It’s nerve-wracking, so much so that Cassian had already wrestled through half of his closet, changing shirt after shirt because one fit too tight which seemed a little too eager. But, the other shirt was too loose and make him look like he wasn’t putting in enough effort. Black shirts were too plain. Red was too out there. Blue didn’t feel like him and he’d be an idiot to arrive at a party wearing his leathers.

Wings ruffle in frustration, inky hair unbound and falling at his shoulders as he stares at the mess of cloth loitering his floors.

He nearly gives up, fully intent on marching over to wherever you were naked from the waist up before hazel eyes catch on the fluttering red ribbon in his peripheral.

A breath escapes him, the beginnings of a smile curling onto his face when taking in the outfit hanging from his door, perfectly tied with your taunting crimson beacon. Stress dissipates as if it never was there in the first place, the lingering notes of your scent stuck to the fabric and Cassian wastes no time putting in on, fingers still fastening buttons as he all but stumbles from his room.

He’s acutely aware of the house he lives in more than he’d ever been before, honeyed irises tracking every nook and cranny until he watches sight of fluttering red dangling from the chandelier. It’s too high to collect but once he notices it, the ribbon disappears in a puff of darkness before reappearing a few feet away.

Anticipation builds the further he follows, palms sweaty and heart hammering against his ribcage in excitement as he’s ushered to your wing of the mansion, led down a flight of stairs and nudged towards a hallway he doesn’t remember ever seeing before.

Your scent seeps through the cracks of thick set of double doors, ribbons righting the way closer and closer to you and Cassian’s heart echoes like a drum. Sweaty palms rub against his pants, tongue licking along the seam of dry lips as anticipation swells, throbs, aches its way to the surface until the handle of the door is all but ripped from the frame in his attempts to get to you.

It’s savage. Carnal. Animalistic in the way he trudges through the sea of bodies, the thick scent of mirthroot and tobacco, sweet perfumes and musky colognes, insence that burns strategically around the space—yet still through the thick of it all, he finds you.

Sweet almond. Warm vanilla and brown sugar. Pleasant in every way; captivating, luring him closer and closer with flashes of your face through the crowd. With sounds of your laughter cutting through the musics deep bass. With fluttering red ribbons that vanish before calloused hands can find comfort in the silky indulgences you offer.

Cassian knows he's nearly got you. Especially once you've figured out a way to slip from his view, the onyx curtain of your hair fading in and out; drifting between the fray, camouflaging in your surroundings--just as prey would once they realized they're being hunted. "Excuse me," He mutters, righting drunken bodies that stumble into him without so much as a glance. He's sturdy, stance firm and steps sure when following that tether; the gleaming line that thrums alive as if you've plucked it; strummed at it like those gifted muscians and their carefully tuned instruments.

Maybe its by chance but Cassian boyishly prays that its fate; a divine intervention that allows you to fall right in his arms, too occupied in checking your back to notice the male standing right in front of you until contact ensues. "Got you."

He's won.

He's finally got you in his grasp, eyes bright and lips soft. The slow blink you offer when you peer up at him is utterly feline and entirely too cozy; almost as if you'd purposefully wandered in his crosshairs.

Who cares? Cassian supposed the semantics off it all doesn't matter as long as your hands remain on his arms, the polished shine of your manicure the perfect contrast again the dark shades of his shirt. "Should do that part outside next time. Make it last a little longer." You muse, voice a little slower than usual and it takes little time for the Commander to acknowledge the tinge of liquor on your breath.

“Next time?” He barely notices the plethora of bodies around him, tunnel vision taking over until he’s too ensnared in your trap to acknowledge familiar faces if their features weren’t yours. Soft cheeks, sharp eyes. That inviting mouth and the pressure of the power that emits when you use it. Makes him want—makes him crave and yearn until he feels drunk on your touch and high on your aura.

“I said once you’ve found me you can have me.” It’s a dangerous game. Waving food at a starving animal. Making demands and delaying the inevitable just for the sake of having the desire to do so. His gaze is weighted; calculating, determining just the amount of time it’ll take to lure you away from wandering eyes long enough to get his paws on you. To sink his teeth in supple flesh and leave his mark; letting everyone know that you were his by right—after all, he’d earned it. “What are you waiting for?”

Desperation lives in the grip Cassian has on the back of your neck, leading you through the crowd and urging you towards the left—towards your personal quarters—neatly tucked away from others and yet the wards welcome Cassian without question. “You knew I’d find you.”

“I’d hoped,” You confess, shamelessly leaning into the possessive grip he has on you, the calloused bite of his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure to the throbbing pulse below your ear. Your composure waivers; takes a second too long to refortify itself before facing the object of your desires. “Figured if you wanted to, you would.”

The door to your room closes behind him, lock twisting in place and he’s not subtle in the way he takes in the new space. Admires the way it’s filled with you. Lit with candles smell like you. The distant bass of the music just down the hall sounds just like your defiant soul. “Oh, I want to.”

“So does everybody else.” Goosebumps loiter Cassian’s skin from the soft drag of your lips against the curve of his ear. “But you, you can keep this a secret, can’t you?” Teeth tug at the lobe, a grin growing at the grip that tightens around your waist in retaliation. “Won’t go running your mouth to anyone who’ll listen after I’ve had my way with you?”

“No,” His knees all but buckle when you press a kiss to his neck, your pleased hum rumbling against his chest. “I won’t say anything.”

“Good boy,” A shiver rakes down his spine, nerves on overdrive by the gentle assault of your nails tickling along the expanse of Cassian’s bare arms, the thick of his muscles caging you in and knowingly or not, his hips press harder into yours at the crooned compliment. “And you found me so quickly,” Your cadence goes breathy, brows furrowing in pure delight when you feel the hard length of his cock straining through his pants. “Surely that deserves a reward?”

“Please.”

“Well, I did ask for you to hunt me.” He’s driven by the pure lust you emit, fueled by your hands tracing over every divot you could reach. “And predators usually eat the prey they catch.” His mouth salivates at the very suggestion, hundreds of memories of that same fantasy flashing behind the back of his kids with each blink.

Mischief burns to life in your eye, a beautifully cruel smirk plastering itself across your face as you use that nifty daemati ability of yours to skid past the crumbling barriers of Cassian’s mind; breaching the poorly guarded threshold.

And much to your delight, the only thing filling the General’s brain was you.

You, bent over the edge of the training ring with your tight training leathers shoved down to your ankles and Cassian’s face stuffed between your thighs. You, sitting on the kitchen counter in your nightgown, it’s silky material tucked between your teeth and a brick wall of an Illyrian absolutely feasting on your pussy. You, a million other ways, in a billion other places twisted into a trillion different positions.

“Eating seems to take up a lot of your thoughts.” A downright desperate groan rips free from Cassian’s throat when lean back on your elbows, knees dropping to the side and a glossy red manicure beams against your skin as a flimsy thong is exposed. “Lucky for you, a good host always provides for her guests and I’ve added something special to the menu tonight.” You don’t even have to ask—he just hoists your hips up to his face, hands cupping the fat of your thighs, fingers digging in the sensitive flesh and you swear you can feel his breath through the fabric.

“Fuck,” The swear drawls out, his honeyed stare fixated on the way you nudge your underthings to the side and present yourself to him with that fucking look in your eye and your teeth biting into your bottom lip. “You're pretty everywhere.”

Every carefully curated response melts into the puddle of arousal that the Night Courts General laps at like a godsdamned dog in heat. One massive arm rests at the soft part of your belly, large hands keeping a firm grip at your thigh to hold you open for him as his tongue eagerly explores the sodden mess of your sex. Each of your moans are rewarded with soft suckles to your clit, the flat of his tongue firmly tracing out the letters of him name over and over until your tugging at his hair—too push him away or shove him in closer, you can’t tell. “Cassian,” you whine, cupping at your breasts, tugging on pebbled nipples and fighting your soul to stay in your body when two thick fingers are eased into you.

So full. So full and thick and you're sure you've been scooped up by the tide and jostled about the sea when his fingers curl, blunt nails rubbing against the gooey spots inside you.

Pleased grunts vibrate against your bundle of nerves, sending sharp shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine; tugging and tugging and tugging at the coil buried in your gut. “That’s it,” Arousal drips from his chin, smearing at his cheeks and coating the soft hairs of his trim beard. “Say my name.”

“Cassian,” Hips buck up into his mouth, all but riding his tongue and fucking yourself on his fingers until the dam breaks and your release gushes on his hands, down his arms, dripping on the floor by his knees but he doesn’t stop for a second. “O-oh fuck!” Experimental scissoring of his fingers forces your eyes to squeeze shut, a blush burning across your cheeks and down your chest as he watches the way you clench around them, cunt sucking him back in for more. “Gods. Cass—Cassian.” You all but sob, brows furrowed and toes curling from the stretch; from the slight burn that bleeds into raw satisfaction.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you like this,” Thighs shake by his ears, sliding along the line of his shoulders and loosely hooking along the defined taper of his waist as he wastes little time in undoing the confines of dark breeches, separating the material just enough to show off the thick bulge straining against his boxers. “How long I’ve waited to finally get my hands on you.”

Except, you did.

Cassian was a loud thinker; projecting this perverted little fantasies like arrows cutting through the wind and they always hit their target. It was impossible to ignore, just like the leaky erection that’s revealed from thin fabric and tap, tap, tapped against the sloppy mess of your pussy.

“I’ve got an idea,” You barely get the syllables free, heart racing and blood pumping as the Illyrian slots between spread legs like he was made to fit there, melting into your warmth and exploring every inch you allow. “But, I tend not to believe things unless it’s showed to me.”

“I can do that.” He’s so gentle at first it makes you squirm, hips writhing for more already, cunt clenching on the fat tip of his prick as arousal leaks down your asscheeks. “Mother help me, you’re fucking soaked—this all for me?”

You’re already nodding along, muttering pleasant words wrapped in raw sugar and tied with rich satin bows in varying shades of crimson and ruby; deep vermillion and deep mahogany—fluttering symbols of the burly man before you and the victory he claims between supple thighs. “There’s more where it came from if you’d just stop teasing me.”

“My heiress is impatient,” Cassian teases, his voice deep and cock even deeper as inch after inch is fed to you. His gaze tracks your every response, marking the pout of your mouth and the furrow of your brow as he reaches places you hadn’t realized existed within you. Soft mewls accompany the bite of your nails in his biceps, the dark fan of your hair teasing down your shoulders as you watch where he begins and you end. “How rude of me to keep her waiting.”

Your stomach clenches with a burning need, pussy slick with fresh arousal when realizing Cass isn’t really addressing you but more so the mess between your legs.

Inch by inch is fed to you tortuously slow, whines and pleas shushed away by a deceptively comforting voice that promises to give you what you want if you just allow him his fun first. His cock splitting you open makes it easy to comply, lids lazy and arms flexing with the effort it takes to stay raised enough to watch. “Look at you,” Cassian mutters, thumbs spreading slick lips to watch the way your cunt gobbles him up. “Just made for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” It’s not nearly enough friction, the slow rock of his hips as he commits the sight of both of you together to memory. Every line and curve, every stretch mark and mole, scars and swirling tattoos of endless obsidian. The heave of your chest and the wrecked moan that escapes you when the pace picks up; when curious touches become confident caresses. “Cassian—please.”

He’s too far gone for words. Hips smacking against the back of your thighs as every ounce of his weight is put into making sure the shape of his cock carved its way into your womb. The firm way his lips slot over yours mid-thrust is everything; like finding water in the desert. Like sun on a cloudy day. Like being given food after enduring starvation.

His touch is claiming. The taste of him branded on your tongue, the shape of his teeth carved onto your shoulder. Warm palms drag along your curves, fingers leaving their mark on every inch; like those rabid dogs that piss on their territory. Throaty moans spur his possessive streak, fingers rubbing circles against a puffy clit just to chuckle at the involuntary jerk of your thighs and the slutty spit of your cunt.

Over and over and over again you’re brought to the precipice, that coil in your belly stretched taut until Cassian willed it to release. “That’s my girl,” He kisses into your neck, nosing at the slope of your shoulder and all but growls in pleasure at the smell of you and him combined. Together at last. A dream come true. A prophecy falling into place. Fate forged into fruition. “All mine,” He huffs into your hair, rhythm going sloppy and thrusts pressing just a touch deeper. “All of you belongs to me.”

It’s a horrible idea. Feeding this beast. Granting it exactly what it wants now and expecting it to wait patiently for its next meal. To go against its very nature to take and take and take until it had its fill.

Screw it. Consequences be damned when Cassian felt so good. When his want was so palpable with every orgasm he coaxed from you.

All yours; you agree in the way you allow him to suck marks along your collarbone. Every inch of me belongs to you; you comply with every demand he utters—with every rope of cum that paints your walls.

You almost think it’s over until your chin is gently pinched in his grasp, guiding you to face him, to look him in the eye while disheveled and sweaty; cheeks rosy and chest heaving as you caught your breath. “I could start fires with the way I feel for you.”

“I can handle the burn.”

[rgbsilver]

long rant on why bunny duo WILL happen

If you can’t tell I am going insane (spoiler warning/leak mention)

1: Merchandise/Logos

As I’m sure your aware, WanPre’s logo scheme corresponds to just about every single Cure:

Pink for Komugi/Wonderful, Purple for Iroha/Friendy, Green for Mayu/Lillan, and Blue for Yuki/Nyammy. This leaves us two colors left: orange and yellow, just enough to fulfill another duo.

The colors don’t just stop at the logo, either.

A special shout out to the daily satoru blog for finding this out (I never could have!), but Mayu’s ribbons also similarly match up with this.

Again, two colors are left, an Orange-Yellow color and White, just enough for our bunny duo!

These buttons are also similar: notice the outer colors and the inner colors. The outer colors on the owners correspond with their pets theme color (Mayu is Blue, Iroha is Pink, which fits with Yuki and Komugi) and the opposite for their pets.

By this, we can assume that Daifuku could be a White or Grey Cure, and Satoru could be a Yellow or Orange cure.

This ones already been mentioned, but again, the yellow/white colors!

..And even more buttons. Almost all merch featuring Satoru and Daifuku is either Yellow/Orange, or White/Grey. I’m not going to list everything ever here, but check out the Precure Wiki for more merchandise listings.

2: Daifuku is an anomaly (lol)

If you are unaware, Daifuku is a huge character for merchandising from WanPre. According to the wiki, out of all of the mascots, Daifuku has sold out much, much quicker and is well-received by fans.

Also, in WPC23.. do I have to explain this screen shot? Yuki just straight up calls him not ordinary.

But, she is right. Out of all the animals we’ve seen in the show, besides the Cures and the Kirarin Animals, none have the same proportions Daifuku does. And we know he isn’t a Kirarin animal (lacking the gem), so you can assume he’s a future Cure.

Also, as of WP24, Daifuku (and Satoru) has been to Niko Garden. Not sure if that strengths the point, but yeah.

Daifuku’s movie character: note how again, only the Cures in their animal form have the wristband (Komugi and Yuki.)

And, some card listings that were leaked a while ago:

This one is pretty self-explanatory: there’s 1 more slot for a Cure (or maybe a movie exclusive character) on these cards.

And as of recently, we have seen both of them together on one card in merchandise: it’s possible they both could be a Cure, just on one card.

And last but not least..

There’s 1 more spot for a Cure, or a duo! 3. Other things

Although I do agree the ending doesn’t leave much room for more cures, know that we still might get another ending. Mahou Tsukai and Kira had 3 endings, and Star Twinkle even had 4.

The point is, it’s not too late to call it quits! We have had cures introduced later too: Majesty’s first appearance was in 31. We still have hope. Probably. I’m also probably going insane.

We also can have another ‘Black Pepper’ which personally I think is going to happen— Daifuku will be a white colored Cure and Satoru will be a orange or yellow colored Black Pepper like hero.

Plus, we haven’t had a series without a mid season or additional warrior since Smile, which was 12 years ago. It’s pretty unlikely that’ll happen again.

And it’s not like there is anyone else who can be a mid season besides these two. Unless you count like.. MeyMey but that’s really unlikely lol.

(Against some popular theories: I think it wouldn’t make sense for Niko to be a cure, as not only as she (?) doesn’t fit the orange/white/yellow scheme (based off the Niko leaks), but they aren’t apart of a duo like Mayu and Yuki, Iroha and Wonderful, Satoru and Daifuku..

Plus, in WPC24, notice how Niko’s egg only glows after both Satoru and Daifuku are touching the egg. )

According to some posts I’ve seen on the wiki, ratings for the show actually drop if they don’t have a mid season or additional warrior— having one apparently does better for merchandise sales and reviews in general. Take this with a grain of salt, however. I have no idea if this is true, but I believe it. Plus, with Cure Wing being generally well-received, it’s not impossible that we can have more male cures in the future.

anyways. This is all just a theory. A FILM THEORY.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk ok bye. In my eyes will Daifuku be a cure? Yes. Will Satoru be a cure? Probably but more likely to be something like black pepper. I’m going insane thanks bye

[biblically-accurate-dca]

overanalyzing (nitpicking) these pins (under the cut)

sun's hanging pin: printing error on the ribbon on sun's right hand (yellow instead of red)

this has since been fixed but it's really funny LMAOOOO how did that happen

moon's hanging pin: the ribbons and the hat are going different directions in the artwork (moon's hat falls down but the ribbons don't, most likely because this is essentially just an edited version of sun's artwork)

this one's a little hard to explain. the colors for The Sun and the stars on sun's hanging pin share the same color palette as sun, but the colors of The Moon and stars on moon's pin don't relate to moon's color palette as easily. the star's are the same color as their teeth, but The Moon itself has it's own unique color. it's actually the clouds surrounding The Moon that share a color with moon (same color as their face)

this makes me think that the clouds were added for the sake of sharing colors from moon's face so it's like sun's? but idk that's just a theory lol. imo it's an odd choice to add clouds to it but it's honestly the prettiest part of the pin so i shouldn't complain too much i guess..

"sun and moon" hanging pin: this is obviously based off of eclipse so why are they calling it "sun and moon"? is it because it's not technically ruin eclipse and therefore they can't call it that? that's odd to me. maybe it's for a legal reason. who knows? i certainly don't

the pants don't have any stars even though the hat has them. and this was a purposeful choice. is it because it'd overcomplicate the design? is it a restriction required to make the pin? it's just an odd choice considering it's such a noticeably empty space now

all the dark parts that are meant to represent moon are a weird grey color now and it looks really odd to me. i'm guessing this is just to differentiate them but it's kind of ugly HFJSJGJD

their button's are blue? even though moon's aren't? why

the crators on The Moon on this pin are positioned slightly differently than the ones on moon's. i thought the design was just copy pasted onto this pin but i guess i was wrong? i'm not sure if this even means anything JDJSJFKDG

the bobble head pins: i think their poses are the same as the other's but they've been flipped and edited to differentiate them. this is probably a really obvious observation. regardless i do think it's fun when they parallel each other so i guess i can't complain about how cheap it feels HFJZJGK

there's a weird space between their arm and their ruffles? for sun it's on the left and for moon it's on the right but i can't really figure out why it's there... my guess is that it might've too hard to cut out since it's enclosed in the design, but it's too large of a space to hide it by coloring it in so they had to leave it like that. there's a space like that on the ribbons too so that's probably it. oh well, nothing's perfect

speaking of the ribbons: they're drawn differently between sun and moon! i thought it was just the hands that were changed but i guess the ribbons were too

moon's bobble pin: according to the art for the pin moon's secondary body color is supposed to be a dark blue, however it's so dark that it just looks black on the pin... it's probably more of an oversight than anything but i honestly think it looks kind of cool. i wanna draw it

i think moon's primary body color on the pin is honestly kind of ugly. the color on the art is ok even if it's a little dark but the cyan tint on the pin combined with how dark it is makes it look ugly to me

sun's bobble pin: sun's colors are... a little too yellow for my tastes but are otherwise fine. the colors on the art itself look nicer but i'm aware that the physical coloring doesn't always line up with digital color codes so you can't be too picky about it i guess

sun's secondary body color is technically incorrect (it should be the same secondary color as the face) but it does look nicer like this so just consider this as an observation rather than a complaint lol

the candy shaker pins: i dont have much to say about these (i think theyre nice but a little boring) but i do like how the designs for the bags match the time of day for each of them. the moondrops have a moon with stars and the sunnydrops have a sun with rays of light. it's charming

overall: they're cute i guess... but the fact that there's an entire collection of dca pins makes it so obvious who they're marketing to lmaooooo

[arklay]

a lesson in temperance.

pairing: diana afanasyeva x alex wesker words: 6.5k warnings: nsfw, mild degradation [read on ao3]

Vanilla and orange blossom. So heady, so sweet, as it swam out of the bathroom and filled the air surrounding Alex. She couldn’t help but breathe it in, wishing to be closer to the cause, to really smell all that lived on her partner’s skin; where jasmine thrived on her neck, down her chest and to her wrists, laced with gardenia and sandalwood.

Alex hummed to herself, directing her mind back on task when the loud whir of the hairdryer ripped her from her thoughts. She leaned down and plucked a small box from the back of her bedside drawer.

Wrapped in a pale blue silk ribbon, the little black box contained a surprise for only one other set of eyes to see, and that made her shiver in anticipation. She could already imagine the look she would receive. An amused laugh, or a pointed glare. Perhaps both. And that only served to encourage her plan for the day.

In only a few strides she stood before the bathroom, eyes landing on Diana clad only in a towel with the cause of that incessant noise in one hand and a comically large round brush in the other. So focused she was in tackling the thick, dark strands, it was as if Alex didn’t exist. Only when the blonde chuckled, low and velvety, did her eyes dart over to the doorway, and not a second later, the press of a button granted them silence.

Diana lowered the hairdryer and brush, discarding them on the counter as her eyes roamed over Alex. From the smug smirk painted on red lips, to the small box cradled in adorned fingers, she could only wonder what her partner was up to this time.

“Do I want to know what that is?” she asked, the jest hardly hiding the curiosity that clung to it.

Alex let out another rich, breathy sound, rounding the apples of her cheeks. The raised brow and inquisitive stare was already a reward in and of itself for her. But not enough.

She walked into the stifling room – no matter how many times she told Diana to turn on the fan, she never would – and closed the distance between them. Then, her forefinger began a slow, methodical trace of the top edge of the box, drawing Diana’s gaze for but a moment.

“You didn’t really think I would forget about last night, did you?” That earned a dramatic roll of blue eyes, followed by an amused grin. One that deepened the indents on her cheeks so deliciously. But she didn’t speak, only locking her eyes onto Alex’s and letting her continue. “Punishment is in order.”

“Can’t win your forgiveness through your stomach anymore, can I?”

Alex pursed her lips, drawing her brows inward in a look of mock sympathy. Then she lazily shook her head. “No.”

The breakfast she had made her was quite sweet, but it didn’t make up for the fact that Diana had come last night before Alex had given her permission to. She had been far too lenient in the past it seemed, because this behaviour only appeared to continue. Although, it did bring about a warm glow beneath Alex’s breast at how much Diana got off on pleasing her.

With her partner’s attention drawn so close, hanging on in anticipation, Alex closed two fingers around the ribbon to direct her gaze. A gentle pull and it came free. Yet she lingered, grasping the lid and doing no more, and Diana’s eyes raised to meet hers. It was almost desperate, the look in them. How much she wished to know exactly what was in store for her.

She finally opened the box. Letting the lid sit back on her palm, she plucked a bullet-shaped toy from pale blue satin. Diana wet her lips as she stared at the silver between her pinched fingers, and Alex turned it slightly. As if to show her more. As if Diana wasn’t already well aware of what it was.

“You, my sweet,” Alex drawled in velvet, smooth enough to make Diana almost drop to her knees right then and there, “are going to wear this all day for me.” At the flutter of dark lashes over half-lidded eyes, she leaned in closer and lowered her voice even more. “And… you are not allowed to come.”

The sharp inhale told Alex all she needed to know.

When Diana leaned back on one hip and crossed her arms, it did little to hide the effect she had on her. Even with the teasing smile pulling at her lips, the promise of challenge, arousal warmed porcelain cheeks and reduced blue to barely a thin line around blown pupils.

And yet Diana still raised a brow in defiance. “And if I do?”

Alex let out a heavy sigh. “I asked myself that many times. What should I do if you were to once again disobey me?” She tilted her head slightly to the side, clicking her tongue. “Would I procure a chastity belt, of all things? Would I confiscate all of your toys until further notice?” Diana shifted, opening her mouth as if to protest, but Alex only went on. “Would I have you scrub the place top to bottom? But no. None of that would suffice.” She closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, before releasing. “For a whole month, you will not be permitted to touch me. In any form.”

A loud laugh of disbelief left Diana as she threw her head back. Thinking it a joke was her first mistake; Alex’s eyes narrowed and her jaw set, emphasising the sincerity in her claim. That seemed to do it.

Diana lifted one of her crossed arms and scratched above her lip, looking down her nose as she seemed to be processing the severity of such a punishment. Then, she abruptly extended said arm and held out her hand in acceptance, meeting Alex’s gaze once more. “A month is absurd.”

Never one to back down, her Diana.

Alex let a soft smile pull on her lips, not quite an apology for the past harshness of her tone, and she placed the bullet in her partner’s palm. Her lashes fluttered again at the brush of Alex’s fingertips against her soft skin, but she regained herself just as quickly.

“Well then, you should start being more grateful and less greedy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Diana replied while rolling the bullet up to the tips of her fingers.

One hand brought the silver to her lips, while the other parted her towel, and Alex found herself rather conflicted in where to direct her attention. Ultimately, her gaze settled on Diana’s face when the hand at her hip did no more than rest at the opening she created. Wet, rosy lips parted then ever so slowly closed around the toy. She still held onto the end with her fingertips. Alex watched as her cheeks hollowed while her tongue swirled, and she couldn’t prevent the warmth blooming at her hips even if she tried.

Her gaze wandered from her lips to her jaw, then down the elegant column of her throat. A droplet sat in the dip between her collarbones. Countless others littered her chest, but one took Alex’s attention more than the rest. It rolled down damp skin at a tantalisingly slow pace, until its journey was interrupted by the towel at her breast.

The movement of Diana’s arm brought her back to her senses, though she did find herself wishing to lean in and kiss over the peak that bobbed as Diana swallowed. Or lick the droplets from her skin. But all that followed was her lover’s hand lowering to the part in her towel before she slipped the toy easily inside herself.

Their eyes met again, and Alex offered a pleased smile her way. She all but purred, “Good girl.”

Her own hand disappeared into her pocket, and she pulled out a device not too dissimilar to her phone. One of Diana’s brows quirked at that. It wasn’t the typical remote control she was used to seeing in her past, and little did she know Alex had far more freedom with one such as this.

“I’ll be able to monitor your pleasure at all times with this,” she said, barely flashing the screen her way so Diana could take a look while she ensured the toy was connected. Satisfied, a rather wicked curl pulled at the corner of crimson lips. “Do remember, I will know if you’ve taken it out. And that will warrant further consequences.”

Diana gave her a slow nod, long past accepting what was to come, and opened her mouth to speak, but Alex had already turned on her heel, pocketed the device and left the bathroom. She could only laugh to herself at that, the notion that anything she had to say, or do, was all but irrelevant.

Not even a kiss this morning.

It was already past lunch and Diana had been at the edge of her seat all morning, wondering – waiting for – when Alex would turn the vibrator on. The possibility that she had forgotten about it altogether, swept up in her work, or by some new problem one of the researchers had brought to her attention, was entirely out of the question.

Diana knew the only explanation was that Alex wanted this.

She wanted her to sweat a little. To grow restless. To wait for the other shoe to drop and wish to be free of such suspense. That, in itself, was as much a punishment as what was truly in store for her.

And it worked.

For the third time in this report alone, Diana crossed out what she was in the middle of writing. More like violently scribbled over, in this instance; her pent-up frustration pressed the pen harder and carried the strike over innocent sentences, free of mistakes. Whether it was her cadence, a misspelt word, or merely a letter looking wrong, Diana was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her head.

With a heavy sigh, she freed the paper from her clipboard and crumbled it up into a ball, merely discarding it beside herself. It was ridiculous she was letting this get under her skin so much. Maybe she had been too eager for the challenge, holding herself to such high standards in wanting to prove Alex wrong – that she wouldn’t break from a little toy. But she had not accounted for this.

Diana brought a new sheet before her and slotted it into position. All of a sudden, the toy came to life. Her fingers fell free of the clip, letting it snap, and her mouth hung open of its own accord. The slow, rhythmic pulse was actually relieving.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she sank into her chair, pressing her thighs together on instinct. She would get back to their little game in a moment, but for now… For now, she needed to feel it.

It wasn’t one of her wisest decisions. Her mind wandered back to that morning, to the feeling of Alex’s hot breath on her skin when she whispered in her ear; the way she had purred praise sent a shiver down Diana’s spine, tingling across every nerve and stoking the warmth at its base. A hand lifted, found its way to her chest and simply lay there, fingertips either side of her neck, ghosting over the spot her lover had teased.

The pulse between her legs switched to a soft continuous vibration, pulling her back to the present. A slow exhale escaped parted lips.

If she truly wanted to get through this, she had to find some semblance of focus. There were actual stakes this time around. If that lack of a kiss before work was a taste of what she was in for, for an entire month, she might just lose her mind.

They may have spent long stretches of time away from one another in the past, on opposite ends of the globe, but that would be nothing compared to this. To live with Alex, to see her, and smell her, day in, day out, and not be able to do so much as press against her… To have to sleep beside her and stop their legs from brushing, pass her in the bathroom or the kitchen and not catch her hand or lean in for a kiss. That was torture.

She could get through this stupid little test. Or else a pillow wall may have to be built. Even worse, she would sleep on the couch and avoid her partner until one of them cracked.

Deep breaths, Diana. Slow, deep breaths.

It was much easier to try and ignore the toy nestled inside her with this setting. Diana was determined to show Alex that not only could she control herself, but she would excel in her work while at it. The discarded report was rewritten and completed, with not a flaw in sight. Not even the couple of times Alex had switched back to the gentle pulsing could put an end to that. She proofread it, not once, but twice, and analysed her next set of data from another experiment. It was, in all honesty, a rather remarkable motivator. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to keep her composure.

Or so she thought.

Diana swivelled around in her chair to reach for the stack of papers on the bench behind her when the toy doubled in speed, causing her to jolt in her seat. A breathy little chuckle escaped her, a result of such surprise. Then she blew out a long exhale, longing for composure. Warmth bloomed deep within her core, and she had to fight the urge to let her eyes fall shut. Doing so would only sabotage herself, and amuse Alex in the process.

And she really wasn’t about to let that happen. Diana glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, knowing full well that Alex was watching her every move. She picked up the stack of papers, turned right around, and dumped them on her desk rather unceremoniously.

In direct response, the toy picked up speed again. Her thighs clenched together as she shifted in her seat, and that only made it worse; the bullet pressed right up against that sweet spot within her. No longer a benign teasing, the buzzing was insistent. Relentless. Diana meant to reach for the edge of her desk to steady herself, but shaky hands fumbled and found knees instead. It felt as if someone had lit a fire under her skin, making her flush head to toe. Somehow, she forgot how easily these things could send her into such a state.

She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself from the feeling. Focusing her leaden gaze on her hands, she shifted them slightly higher, settling firmly on her thighs for better leverage. Then she sunk her nails into nylon-clad flesh.

Mistake. That was a mistake.

Sparks shot up her thighs and to her hips, joining the vibrations, and she almost doubled over. What in the world possessed her to do such an idiotic thing? Of course the sting of her nails would only fuel her pleasure, not offer the distracting sensation she’d intended; she was better off stubbing a toe.

Her heart had only quickened, pounding at its cage as if begging her to let the pleasure wash over her. But she wasn’t going to give in. To do so would grant Alex the satisfaction she was looking for. In Diana’s mind, the consequence of her succumbing to her desires wouldn’t benefit Alex in any way either. A whole month without being loved on? What a miserable rule to set for oneself. But Diana knew it was merely a slight against her; she was tactile with lovers, it wasn’t her fault. A hand on a hip when she passed by, on an arm when she spoke. It was the little things Alex knew she could catch her on.

Diana dropped her hands to her sides and let her head fall back against the headrest of her chair. It was time for a different approach. She stared up at the ceiling and tried to focus on counting the number of metal bars making up the ventilation panels. It shouldn’t have been difficult, it was a simple task, yet she lost count and had to start over multiple times; the buzz of the fluorescent lights behind her kept stealing her attention, telling her to pay mind to the one between her legs.

She may have underestimated her capacity for restraint.

As though taking pity on her plight, the toy changed patterns once more. Back to that soft, sweet pulsing. It was so jarring compared to the torment she just endured, Diana couldn’t help the grin that stretched across her face as she buried her head in her hands.

Then the phone started to ring.

Could she not catch even one moment of peace today? Diana raised her head enough to catch sight of the phone on her desk, simply staring at the offending device and watching the light blink as someone tried to reach her. She let it ring.

The pulse between her legs sped up, informing her who was on the line, and she rolled her eyes much too dramatically. Reaching forward at the last possible moment, she lifted the receiver off the hook and brought it to her ear. “This is Diana speaking.”

A low chuckle sounded on the other end, stoking embers. “What’s the matter, darling? You sound quite frustrated.”

“Oh, shut up,” Diana replied indignantly. She secured the handset on her shoulder, holding it with her cheek, and gathered the papers still sitting on her desk. Needing to keep her hands occupied, lest they wander elsewhere with that voice in her ear. “I’m busy. Is there something you wanted?”

Alex sighed, and Diana heard a loud bang from somewhere behind her, followed by an unsteady rattle, like metal-on-metal. A trolley being wheeled off, most likely. Alex cleared her throat once it was almost out of earshot. “You’re needed in the Upper Spire.”

For what possible reason? The highest point of the Monument was still under construction; there was nothing of value up there that would require her assistance. Unless Alex was going to turn around and demand she pick up a toolbox and get to work. They both knew that was never going to happen.

Diana took hold of the phone again, then switched it over to the other ear. “Did I not just tell you that I am in the middle of something?”

“It wasn’t a request,” Alex bit back. Her voice slipped into one that radiated sheer power; it could so easily bring someone to their knees. It had, many times for Diana, as well-acquainted as she was with such a tone in their bedroom. The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck bristled with the shiver that coursed through her, all while the toy still pulsed within. “Now, hurry along. You can finish sorting your paperwork later.”

The little mocking remark she threw in there managed to break Diana free of her spell. She thought it only fair to respond in kind. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without waiting for any further comment, she lowered the phone from her ear and moved to hang up. But again, she was stopped in her tracks.

“Diana,” Alex called, beckoning her to crawl right back to her. And she did, bringing the handset up to its former position in a rather lazy fashion. “Watch your tone.”

With not even a second to possibly respond, Diana was met with a click then nothing more. Dead air. It was at times like this she was convinced she had fallen madly in love with the Devil herself. Though she was not without mercy it would seem; the vibrator lowered back down to that soft, persistent hum and brought with it relief.

The journey to the Upper Spire wasn’t necessarily a long one from where she worked – if she discounted the elevator ride, that is. But Diana would still need to brave a rather lengthy flight of stairs. In frustration, she threw her head back against her headrest a couple of times, then abruptly stood. The papers remained on her desk, a filing cabinet drawer was left ajar, only her handbag was forcibly removed and the door locked behind her.

Once she was but a few steps down the hall, the toy sped up again. It wasn’t unbearable, no, but it did challenge her to keep her balance as she walked. One wrong shift of her hips and she might just send the bullet pressing against a spot that would not hold back from making her legs tremble. That didn’t change the fact that she could already feel a bead of sweat threatening to roll down her back. 

Diana let her feet carry her towards her destination, the world around her fading away in a blur of bright lights and dull greys as she passed through winding walkways and platforms, not even registering how many turns she’d made. All her focus was on putting one foot in front of the other and hoping she’d end up where she needed to be. And trying desperately to ignore the constant vibration in her hips.

It felt so much louder now and she wasn’t sure that was possible. The hissing of doors sliding open for her, the humming and beeping of machinery, the clicking of her heels with each stride was all but amplified by the pounding in her ears, resounding from the toy in her core. Was it always this noisy? Every time there was a new sound thrown into the mix, it sent her heart racing, so fast she could feel it in her fingertips. She truly thought walking was going to be much easier to deal with than sitting in her lab, but this was a new type of hell.

Then there was the case of the stairs.

Deep breaths, Diana reminded herself from where she stood on the landing. She could do this. The effort of her journey left her flushed and weary, but not any less determined to reach her goal. The elevator was so close she could see it, sitting in the centre of the open room; her only obstacle was but a flight of stairs.

She reached out and laid a hand on the railing, fumbling as the cool metal sent another shock through her system. Diana clenched her teeth and held it firmer, steadying herself before she could topple over. Then she began her descent.

One step at a time. That’s all there was to it, no different than any other day. She just had to get out of her head, focus on where her feet landed, and not on that dogged assault on her nerves. With another shaky breath, Diana lowered her eyes to make sure she didn’t miss a step with how unsteady she was, how heavy her legs felt with each footfall. The last thing she needed was to slip and make a fool of herself.

If she did fall, she hoped it would bring about a swift end and let her escape this torment.

Halfway down the stairs, a flicker of movement danced at the corner of Diana’s eye. Her gaze darted over to follow the blur over the railing only to see Stuart, Alex’s loyal little servant, rounding the side of the staircase.

Don’t come this way, she pleaded, voiceless, hoping he wouldn’t notice her and simply carry on with his day. The last thing she needed was to speak to anyone in this state.

But Stuart, the ever so irritating Stuart, sporting his finely-tailored suit and rectangular rimless glasses, seemed to be heading right where she had come from. Luckily, he seemed to be in a hurry, taking two steps at a time, so he shouldn’t bother her for long. But she knew him well enough. The man could talk up a storm if you let him. Just keep going.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there,” he exclaimed, followed by a slight bow of his head. The toy ramped up in intensity and stole the breath from Diana’s lungs. To try and stifle a whimper, she bit down on her lip hard enough she thought she might draw blood, and Stuart paused. He let his eyes scan over her, from her face down to her white-knuckled grip on the railing. “Are you alright, Dr. Afa—”

“Fine,” Diana snapped. She wasn’t even able to take a full breath, her words coming out rushed. “I’m fine. Thank you, Stewart.”

She left him standing there, bewildered, as her need to get as far away from him as possible carried her down the rest of the dreadful staircase unharmed. She didn’t know if he’d heard the buzzing of the toy, she hadn’t bothered to take in his expression at all, really. Maybe she was just imagining the vibrator louder than it actually was, or maybe the thrumming of machinery echoing off the endlessly tall walls of the tower saved her an awkward conversation.

The walk to the elevator wasn’t far once she hopped off that final step. The doors opened automatically for her upon her approach and she practically fell into the safe haven of steel.

With a slam of a fist against a button, she was off. Diana let herself sink against the wall, dropping her bag from her shoulder and resting trembling hands on her knees. She couldn’t even get a moment of reprieve; the insistent teasing between her legs wouldn’t subside any time soon.

The way warmth built in her core, radiating across her hips and threatening to rush down her legs to curl her toes, had her biting back a moan. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to focus on calming her heart as opposed to how blissful the waves of pleasure felt. She couldn’t let herself unravel. Not here, not now.

Diana gripped the handrail beside her and turned, resting the side of her head against the wall. The coil in her belly only wound tighter, and she cursed Alex. Cursed her for playing with her like this, for watching her struggle on every camera she passed, for pressing all those stupid little buttons that left her shaking and longing for air. But truly, she cursed herself; she was the only one to blame. Why did she ever agree to this?

She needed to breathe.

With each slow inhale, and exhale, the twist in her belly began to recede, pulling her from the haze. It did nothing, however, for the shake of her hands, the heavy feeling in her limbs, or how aware she was of her blouse brushing against her chest with each rise and fall.

It was the elevator’s turn to catch her cursing. Just as she was about to question how long it was taking to reach the Upper Spire, the lift jerked and shuddered, before coming to a halt.

“Oh, fuck,” Diana whispered under her breath. The rumble that sent through her did nothing to help the state she was in.

She aimlessly reached around for her bag, not wanting to look down in fear she might lose her balance. Finding leather under her palm, she hoisted it up and onto her shoulder. She would be fine. Her hips ached as she lifted herself to stand up straight, using the handrail as leverage. One last rest against the wall, one last moment, then she would be on her way. Then she would face Alex and try not to fall apart at her feet.

Just beyond another walkway, then she could hopefully sit again. Somehow that was much easier to handle.

The clicking of her heels was a welcome sound, distracting her from the heat simmering in her belly. She didn’t dare look over the edge of the railing along the walkway either – another thing she wished to push to the back of her mind; she was so high up, one wrong step and that was the end of her.

A foolish thing to think about given what she was dealing with right now.

After a short walk, the hiss of a door granted her access to the area Alex had been fussing over for months. Wanting to get it perfect, she said.

Odd, considering the large room Diana entered was completely bare. And dark. The only thing she could make out was maybe some type of stand near the far end of the room. Alex hadn’t exactly divulged what she was planning to do up here, other than having her own personal laboratory.

Off to the side, cool white light emanated from an open door. The only clue she had to go on as to Alex’s whereabouts. She ventured forth, then, as another set of stairs came into view, audibly groaned.

After today she might just develop a personal vendetta against staircases.

The stairwell was interesting, to say the least. The overhead light did not offer much in way of brightening the room, but rather, it was the individual strips set into each step, along with the columns in the corners of the room. Not four, as expected, but rather six. What really caught her attention though was the latticework in the centre of the stairs, much like that of the supports surrounding the elevator.

Diana steeled herself and, once again, focused on putting one foot in front of the other, watching her feet the entire way up the two flights of stairs. It wasn’t any easier than her trip to the lift, but she couldn’t allow herself a moment to falter. Even as the toy shifted with each step, the railing remained her lifeline.

Once she reached the landing, the door slid open for her before she even had a chance to catch her breath. This time, revealing a sparsely furnished bedroom. But Diana did not care much to look around; her eyes settled on the source of her anguish. Sitting on a black leather couch was Alex, dressed in white and gold, with wine red at her feet. Her attention was on the wall opposite her, and Diana glanced over to see a large screen, filled with camera feeds. That didn’t surprise her in the slightest.

Alex looked toward the door, and a smirk threatened to pull at the corner of her lips. She stood, turning the monitor off with a remote in the process, before tossing it aside. “Ah, there you are.”

As if a puppet on a string, not quite in control of her own limbs, Diana made her way over to Alex. Whenever she was near, there was a certain pull to her, always drawing Diana in. The need to hold her, to touch her in some way and breathe her in, was a constant. That is why she couldn’t afford to misbehave this time around; the stakes were too high. Or else, she would’ve chased her release just to spite her lover and get a rise.

Her handbag was taken from her by cold, gentle hands, discarded on the coffee table at her side, while Alex’s eyes were busy slowly scanning over her form. She hummed. “Stuart just called. He was quite concerned, honestly. Said you looked rather unwell.”

Diana glared up at her. She wasn’t that much taller than her, and yet she felt larger than life itself. The way she spoke only added to that; there was no denying the smug air that clung to each of her words. She was so proud of herself for humiliating Diana in such a way, making her look a fool in front of her staff when she was only ever composed.

“Yes, well, I wonder why,” she said through clenched teeth.

A melodic little laugh spilled from her partner’s lips and tugged at her heart. “Look at you… So cute when you’re all riled up.”

Diana held her gaze, wanting so desperately to remain annoyed with her. To show her she wasn’t amused with her antics. But her body betrayed her, unable to focus on such trivial things with a more pressing matter between her legs. Lips pulled in a warm smile, one she tried and failed to hide, and the heat in her hips rushed up to her chest.

Alex never took her eyes off of hers, not helping in the slightest. There was so much warmth in those icy blues of hers it almost made Diana dizzy. She had to be the first to look away.

Letting her gaze wander around the clearly unfinished room, she cleared her throat. Well aware of the fact that Alex was still staring at her. “What was it you needed me for?”

“Oh, it’s not ready yet,” she said, sounding almost disinterested, and Diana’s head snapped to look back at her. Alex gestured vaguely at her side with a sigh. “It won’t be for many months yet. I still need all of my equipment brought up here, and well… It is looking rather drab, as you can see.”

“You’re telling me I walked all of those stairs, and took the longest elevator ride of my life, for nothing?!”

“Nothing?” Alex brought a hand to her chest in mock outrage, drawing her brows in a frown. “Did you not wish to see me?”

Of course she wished to see her. She always wished to see her. One of the many side effects of having found your match. But in Diana’s current state, that had been the least of her concerns. It was near impossible to stave off the longing in her core with her so near.

Pent-up frustration trickled over and dripped from every word. “I cannot believe you.”

Diana brought her hands up to cover her face, the tips of her fingers carving along the curve of her brow bone. Her skin was so hot, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was flushed pink up to her ears. The toy sitting pretty inside her hummed away, more of an annoyance than anything at this point. Or maybe she was just annoyed, full stop. But she was so high-strung, she couldn’t deal with these little games anymore.

A shaky breath left parted lips, then a soft tsk reached her ears.

The intoxicating smell of Alex’s perfume swept over her senses before touch even registered. Woody, spiced, rich with amber and musk – a hint of plum lingering. Diana couldn’t help herself but lean into her lover’s touch, to drink in all that flowed from her wrist. Fingertips danced across her temple, causing her hands to fall from her face as she looked up at Alex again. Her head was tilted ever so slightly as her eyes followed the path she traced along Diana’s hairline.

“I’m impressed,” Alex admitted, then tucked a strand behind Diana’s ear. “I thought for certain, in the lift, away from all but my eyes to see, you would”—her fingers trailed down the side of her neck—“take care of yourself.”

Her touch was exhilarating, addicting even, sending a pleasant shiver down Diana’s spine to reignite the pleasure. When her fingers reversed the motion, letting nails scrape along her skin, her legs almost buckled beneath her.

Then Alex cupped her cheek. She leaned in and whispered against Diana’s lips, “You’ve done so well. But can you keep it up?”

Too entranced, Diana had missed when Alex pulled the remote from her pocket with her other hand. A quick tap and the toy sped up even more, knocking the air from her lungs. This had to be the highest setting; there was no way it could get any worse than this. Warmth rushed from deep within her core, over her hips and up into her chest. It was stifling.

There was nowhere she could grasp onto for support now, save for the woman before her. Her hands found Alex’s sides, gripping her blazer before she could even think about what she’d done. But Alex didn’t seem to mind. It was when she hung her head that Alex suddenly gripped her chin, tilting it back with force to look into her eyes.

“Do you think you can last?” She all but purred, her breath hot on parted lips. Diana was well and truly at her mercy now; waves of pleasure rolled over her, pulling her from her surroundings in a lust-addled haze. Yet she still managed to lazily nod in her grip.

Alex hummed then slotted a thigh between trembling legs, causing a soft whimper to spill from Diana’s lips. Though it offered support, it pressed too sweet, too deliciously. She didn’t know how long she could fight off her oncoming climax at this rate.

“Really? The greedy little slut you are…” She applied more pressure with her thigh, drawing a choked sob. “You’re not going to come?”

“No,” Diana said with firmness she didn’t even know she could muster, even if it wavered in the end.

The chuckle that followed barely registered. Her heart was beating so loud she could hear it in her ears, feel it throughout her entire body. It drowned out every other noise. The grin that pulled on crimson lips as Alex gripped her chin even harder sent molten sparks across her skin. The coil in her belly wound impossibly tight, begging for release, and it hurt. Oh, it hurt.

Diana shuddered in her lover’s arms, eyes fluttering shut. The toy continued its relentless pace against that sweet spot within her, a low whine built in her throat. She didn’t know how much longer she could handle of this. She blew out a long exhale, trying to halt her panting, but her breaths only came faster.

Stars began to form behind her eyes, signalling her impending release, and she couldn’t even fight it anymore.

Then it stopped. The buzzing stopped altogether. So abrupt, it drew a loud gasp and she fell against Alex. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, clouding her vision even further, and she had no idea whether she was crying from relief or frustration. She was so close, teetering right on the edge, only to have it ripped away from her.

“Shh,” Alex shushed her, then wrapped her arms around Diana. She carefully lowered her onto the couch, pressed up against her side. Then she smoothed back her hair. “Very good, my sweet girl. Have a rest.”

Diana buried her face in the crook of Alex’s neck, trying desperately to calm her breathing. Despite the toy no longer teasing, the throbbing between her legs persisted. Longing for more.

She had no doubt Alex knew how close she had gotten to failing, to suffering the consequences. But the absence of any scolding let her melt against her partner, wrapping her arm around her waist and taking in that sweet scent of hers once more. If this was the last time she was to hold her for a month, she wished to savour every second of it.

A soft kiss was pressed to the top of her head, yet the words that followed held no semblance of such tenderness.

“Do not think this means you’re forgiven. You still have the rest of the day ahead of you.”

[julieeeeette]

the one where taehyung sees a girl from his dream

Pairing: Taehyung x mystery girl

Word Count: 1,034

Rating: PG-13

He nestled his face into his pillow as he became aware of the dream he was having. It was a nice dream too.

He was wearing a light tan suit and riding a bicycle with a bouquet of flowers through the cobblestone streets of Paris with the Eiffel Tower in the background. The sky was a soft, powdery blue with only a few, wispy clouds in the sky.

There was a girl sitting at a table in front of Cafe du Trocadero, sipping on a coffee while her hair whipped in the gentle breeze. He couldn’t see her face at the angle she sat, but his heart began to race as her long flowy skirt was caught in the wind when she turned. He saw the book she was reading with its red ribbon bookmark, the glint of a slender gold bracelet, the hint of a smile.

A weight collapsed on him before he could see her eyes, hauling him up to consciousness with a disparaged groan.

“Wake up, Taehyung!”

He should have known it was Hobi. No one else would wake him up like this.

For a brief moment, he wished the group had gotten a hotel instead of an AirBNB so it would have been harder for them to wake him.

“Why?” He inhaled deeply, covering his closed eyes with the back of his arm, trying desperately to hold on to the dream girl. “It’s too early, Hobi.”

His friend rolled off of him, rising up to sit on his heels. “Namjoon won tickets to Disneyland!”

Taehyung blinked.

Disneyland? 

Weren’t they a little old to be going there without their own kids?

He glanced open at the door Hoseok had swung open to see Jungkook race by, a wide smile on his face.

Looking back at Hoseok, even he was excited.

“It’s Dapper Day!” Hobi sang, tugging on Taehyung’s arm. “You can wear one of your suits and look all fancy.”

He tried to imagine himself on The Tower of Terror in a suit but didn’t want to be a downer.He’d already put an outfit together in his mind anyway.

“Yeah, okay.” He sat up and stretched, rolling his head until his neck cracked. He hunched his shoulders and yawned with a nod. “Okay. Let me shower.’

Hoseok leapt off his bed with a smile. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

“Hour and a half.” Namjoon corrected as he passed the door with his clothes in his arm. “Yoongi’s whining.”

“I am not!” A deep voice protested a moment before Yoongi walked past the door with his shoulders sagging. “I’m too old for this.”

“I’m not.” Jin cackled as he walked the other way, already dressed in a pale gold button down with red pants. He wore a gold belt and a matching gold watch.

When had he gotten those?

Taehyung shook his head and scooted out of his bed as Hoseok left the room, closing the door behind him as he went.

He showered quickly and dressed in a simple white button down shirt, a pair of khakis, and a dark green waistcoat. 

He picked out a gold silk tie and turned the collar of his shirt up, starting on a knot once then untying and restarting again a few times before he got it.

A knock came as he carefully adjusted the knot until it was tightened.

“Yes?”

The door opened and Namjoon stuck his head in, adjusting his black rimmed glasses. “Almost ready?”

“Yes. Just finished.”

Taehyung followed his friend down the hallway and to the door where they pulled on their shoes alongside the rest of their friend group.

The ride to the amusement park went faster than he’d anticipated. 

They really should let Yoongi drive more often. 

They walked into the park and quickly narrowed down what the first ride would be through a series of rock paper scissors. 

They shared a laugh when Jimin drooped dramatically when he lost to Yoongi then slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder as they walked down a lane towards the ride.

The wind billowed through Taehyung’s hair, reminding him of his dream for a moment.

He paused to enjoy it and sighed as he looked over at a small cafe. 

His heart skipped a beat when he saw a woman sitting at a table with her face concealed by a book with a red ribbon bookmark. The wind caught her skirt, ruffling the violet fabric gently.

“Come on Tae.” Jungkook grabbed his wrist and pulled him away just as she had begun to look over at him.

“Did you see her?” Taehyung twisted to look over his shoulder at the woman, his honey blond hair getting into his face, obscuring her as she accepted a cup of coffee from the waiter.

“See who?” Jungkook looked behind them before urging his friend along when he realized how far ahead the group had gotten. “Come on! We’re gonna get left behind.”

He had no choice but to hurry along to catch up. 

Maybe, he thought, he hoped, he might get to see her later. But what would he say? He didn’t live in Paris. His French wasn’t even that good.

He swallowed hard and came to an abrupt halt behind Jin when they queued up in line.

He tried to yank his mind from the idea of her. He tried to engage his logical side, but his romantic side was too enamored with the idea of meeting the woman he’d seen in his dream on such a lovely vacation.

The group stepped inside the building and progressed steadily words the ride.

He told himself he’d be perfectly content just knowing she existed. He’d be beside himself if he could see her face.

He followed Jungkook to a seat and yanked the harness down. 

He’d talk to her if they happened to run into each other. Even if it was just a simple greeting.

“You look nervous.” Jungkook laughed, pinching his cheek. “You’re all red.”

He breathed a laugh as the attendant checked their restraints. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Jungkook went to ask something, but was cut off by the ride beginning, taking them into a dark tunnel. 

[nolsaesthetic]

Hi all! I've been kind of obsessed with Good Omens lately and decided to maybe write a fic about my favorite angel and demon (we all know who I'm talking about)

Since the second I watched the show, I always thought they would make wonderful parents. So here's an excerpt based on that concept!

Crowley burst through the bookshop doors. He was extremely reluctant to come back, especially given the last time he was there. 

They have replayed the scene a million times in their head. Everything she couldve done better, different things she shouldve said, the  anger, hurt, and disappointment that she had felt... 

The demon forced all those emotions down as he frantically looked around the shop. Having kept in contact with Muriel for emergencies only, Crowley panicked the second he had heard he needed to immediately return to the shop. She'd feared the worst, but, as she searched for the danger, she soon came to the realization that nothing perilous was occurring. There was no fire, no damage to the books, the shop looked exactly the way they had left it. 

Taking a moment, Crowley took a breath. Almost instinctively, they reached up to take their glasses off before stoping themselves. Sighing, he let the doors swing shut behind him as he entered in search of Muriel. Just because the danger wasnt as immediate as she had thought, doesn't mean it wasnt there. 

Muriel was soon found in the backroom of the shop. They had long switched their completely white constable outfit for a tan pleated colored skirt, button up, and jacket. 

Although all seemed well according to Muriels usual body language, they seemed to be watching something. 

Following the gaze, Crowley's eyes landed on the floor, or rather, the person sitting on the floor. 

There sat a child. Looking no older than nine, she was coloring what seemed to be stars on a sketchbook. Having noticed Crowley coming in, the girl stood up and dusted herself off.  

She wore a black dress along with a pair of tights and dress shoes. Her outfit was accented with gold, a ribbon tied around her waist and a bow that held back her long blonde hair from getting into her face. But what was the most striking about her was her blue snake eyes and the pair of wings that sprouted from her back.  The feathers were unlike anything Crowley had seen before, being mostly white they faded into black towards the ends. 

Softly, the girl smiled at Crowley, revealing a pair of fangs that looked like a snakes.

"Hello, my name is Eden! What's yours!?"

As she waited from a response, Eden observed Crowley. Suddenly deciding she liked him, she hastily picked up her drawing and showed it to them.

"Look! I drew the stars! Ive never seen them myself.. but I saw them in pictures! Do you like it!?" 

Crowley was still standing in shock. He had never seen any creature like Eden before, he wasnt really quite sure what she was in the first place. 

"Yes.. well um- very nice." They complimented the drawing before turning their attention to Muriel, who was now staring back at them. 

"Could I have a word with you? In the other room." She quickly asked the angel standing across from her. 

"Alright then!" Muriel cheerfully replied before  walking out into the main space with Crowley. Eden watched them go before sitting back down and returning to her drawings.

Once they were a good distance away from the backroom, and Crowley was sure the child wouldnt hear them, they started to question Muriel.

"Who was that?" He whisper shouted, extending an arm in the direction they'd just come from. 

"That's Eden!" Muriel happily replied.

"Ya, I gathered that! But why is she here, is that the emergency I was called to handle?" 

"I'm under strict orders from the Supreme Archangel.." Crowley glanced away when they mentioned Aziraphale, glad that the sunglasses meant Muriel couldnt see it "..to ask you to watch over her!" 

"...what?" 

Suddenly, the two were aware that Eden had wandered into the room. Having heard the last part of the conversation, she stared up at Crowley. 

"Are you Mr.Crowley?" She questioned, her eyes very obviously filled to the brim with joy.

In resonse, Crowley just noddded.

Somehow more excited now, Eden procurred a letter and held it up to the demon.

"I was told to give this to you!" 

Cautiously, Crowley took the letter out of her small hands. On the envelope it displayed the writing 'for Crowley' is a fancy, almost cursive handwriting. They immediately recognized it as Aziraphale's.  Hastily opening it, Crowley began to read.

She hoped it would reveal some answers she desperately wanted. Who exactly was this child? What was this child? Why was he expected to watch after her? Why this so soon after their fight? 

But above all they hoped it mentioned something about them. Does Aziraphale hate her now that she refused to go to heaven? Are they even friends anymore? Why did he leave me..

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Dear Crowley,

           I know you probably don't wish to hear from me at the moment, but this is important.  I have reason to believe that the child, Eden, may be important to us in some way. I had found her in a remote corner of heaven where only the archangels and metatron have access to. The poor thing was in a cage. After looking through her file, it seems to me that the miracle we split to disguise Gabriel may have had more effects than we thought...

I couldn't stand to see a child like that, so I've cleaned her up and sent her your way. I know you have it in you to care for her. Somewhere deep down, you are truly good. I'm afraid I won't be much help as I'm preoccupied, though I will keep my eye out for any clues.

Her file informed me that she is half angel, half demon, and can be harmed with both holy water and hellfire, so please do be careful. Through my questioning, it seems she is unaware of much in the world. That's all I know for now.

                                               *Yours*, Aziraphale

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It took Crowley a minute after he was done reading to tear his eyes away from the paper. It left them with more questions than answers. She wanted to frown, smile, yell, but instead she just tucked the piece if paper back into the envelope and shoved it in their jacket. 

Looking back up at Muriel and Eden, he saw Muriel just happily staring at him, waiting for him to say something. Eden was doing the exact same, almost mimicking Muriel.

They sighed and stated down at the child, putting a smirk on their face, Crowley reached down and ruffled Eden's hair. 

"Guess I'm stuck with ya, kid" 

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I hope that wasn't too atrocious, I didn't do much editing. If you're curious, I was using she/they/he pronouns interchangeably for Crowley, they/them for Muriel, he/him for Aziraphale, and she/her for Eden, if that was a bit confusing, let me know! I know none of them really have gender and Crowley and Aziraphale often switch how they present, I chose to switch Crowley's up more, though, because we see them present differently more often in the show. Any feedback is helpful! ♡

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politely tells ibis paint to go fuck itself this took me 20+ hours Anyways here's my personal reference of Sun and Moon. ID below the cut because it's long sorry I could not shrimplefy it. It's also in alt text

[ID: A Collection of digitally colored and lined drawings and text for artist reference of Moondrop and Sundrop from Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach. Image one: Sun is gently placing a hand on Moon's shoulder with the other hand posed on his hip, while Moon who also has both hands on his hips looks behind with an annoyed expression. They are both facing away from the viewer. Both are wearing ribbons on their wrists, Sun a blue set and Moon a red set. Their tails laze down behind them, Sun's ending in a yellow swirly spiral shape with a sun fan, while Moon's ends in a indigo crescent moon. Moon also is wearing a blue and purple twin tail jester hat on his head. Image Two: Moon and Sun are crouching down on the tips of their feet, looking at each other. Sun sports a warning look of concern while Moon wears one of of a curious mischief nature. Moon and Sun both bear the same appearance from the first image with a few differences, being that Sun's rays and blue bowtie are now visible, and Moon's purple retractable claws on his hands and feet are now visible. Text next to Moon says "Only Moon has claws on his hands and feet" Text plus lineart only images: First, an image that shows an example of the underside of Sun and Moon's feet where temperate receptors are. Text reads "paw pads are actually temp sensors for sensing when food, flooring, area, etc is too hot for children to play/eat/drink etc". Then, an image of sun's hand with paw pads shown. Text reads "only Sun has paw pads on his hands". Last, an image of a wire cable from the ceiling in the pizzaplex. Text reads "high strength magnet strings can come down from most places to attach to hook on back and allow for acrobatics". Image Three: Side profiles of Moon and Sun. Nothing has changed from their appearance, but the hooks on their backs are now more clearly visible. Text is around them that points out important notes on where things are on them for artists, including things such as "hooks usually always attached when not being repaired", "charge port", and "semi-digitigrade legs". Image Four: A smaller drawing of Sun now wearing his everyday outfit for work. Above him is text that says "Ringleader Vibe". He is waving at the viewer. He wears a dark red ringleader-like jacket overtop a sleeveless white button up. His pants are puffy balloon pants of a similar dark red color to the jacket with darker red stripes on it. He is also wearing brown kiltie loafers with blue ties on them. There are holes in the back of his tops and pants for his tail and hook respectfully. Image Five: A smaller drawing of Moon now wearing his everyday outfit for work. He appears to be pointing at something with a lazy daze. Next to him is text that says "Tired, just tired vibe". He is wearing his hat still, though now the pattern of four point stars and crescent moons is visible on it. He is also wearing a sleeveless indigo top, lavender yoga pants with a star patterns on them - both which have a hole in the back for his tail and hook - and for his feet he wears a comfortable pair of fitted gray slippers. Text one: Height - Both are shorter than nurse Eclipse but taller than Glamrock Chica, and much taller than a human. Friends - Varies between the both, but both can agree Glamrock Freddy and Music Man are friends. Text Two: Notes ; Sun has more issue with sharing jobs with others. Likes being the only one in charge of a job because he has a certain way of doing things; Moon has issues storing/hoarding gifts from kids in chest cavity. Needs cleaning a lots; They are two separate animatronics; Sun's head can spin off if he spins his rays too much or too fast in excitement as they are a bit magnetics. Has to be fully aware of how fast they move at all times; Moon's claws are retractable. END OF ID]

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WIP Whenever

Tagging anyone I can think of who might want to do this but no pressure at all! @shelbydelrey @emotionalcadaver @emilynightshade89 @eclecticwildflowers @cillmequick @runnning-outof-time @zablife @poisonedtruth @moral-terpitude @confidentandgood

Snippets of my current WIPs below cut for anyone who's interested! It's a true rarity for me to do these lol but I've been sitting on a fair bit.

White Ribbon (Luca x OC)

My heart quickened in my chest. But I quirked my brow. “What sort of consequences?”

His pinky stilled where it had thrummed against the bloodied wood. “Would you like to find out?”

I looked from the intensity in his stare to the brittle pieces of the toothpick on the ground. I thought about how he had handled it with an almost delicate care yet snapped it as if it were the most fragile thing. And I thought, for one moment, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to be paid such reverence by the same hand. And maybe, in some dark pocket of my soul that the light scarcely found, I wanted to be snapped in two.

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Unnamed, Budapest (Dmitri x OC)

“You don’t seem to be very affected by the fact that your mother has just died,” I pointed out, and crossed my arms over my chest so that he would have less to ogle at.

Dmitri’s smile quirked, and he sipped at his whiskey before answering with a smooth baritone, “Why would I when I’m sitting next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

I wanted to throw up. Preferably right on his matching suit that sported not a single imperfection. Or maybe on the moustache that seemed to smile down at me, so artfully styled it could’ve been kept behind a display case in a museum.

His ruthlessness, perhaps, was the only thing I could commend him for.

This morning, my father and I had travelled to Schloss Lutz in the event of Madame D.’s untimely murder. While my father had paid his respects by her open casket, I had decided to head on to the reading of her will. But, now aware of the deplorable company, I would’ve much rather stayed with the corpse – hell, even my father. 

I snatched the whiskey from Dmitri’s hand and chugged it.

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Strangers (Peter Whitman x OC)

Shakily, I withdrew my leg from the demolished lenses that lay among the various wrappers and other garbage that littered the station, and reached my trembling fingers to a reddening cheek. I was exposed, and the world was too bright, and I needed to run back to the restroom and tuck my head between my knees.

But the world was also beautiful, in a way that sort of pinched my heart with longing. Vibrant hues of red and blue and green dotted the vendor stalls of the market, and the sun’s warming rays limned the ginger locks of my hair in gold. I turned from them and to the man who had bumped into me.

I couldn’t help but blink the mist from my eyes. I couldn’t help but stare. And neither could he. Long, nimble fingers pushed a pair of sunglasses – wide, vintage frames, lenses tinted with the faint shade of autumn – from his nose, revealing upturned brows and entranced green irises. Dark hair that might’ve been a jet black in the lower light flopped over his forehead and teased the outer edges of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice quiet but somehow the only thing I heard past the chatter of the tourists and locals and the haggling of the vendors. He swallowed, Adam’s apple visibly bobbing along a gently sun-kissed throat. He was American, like me, but wasn’t dressed as casually as the other tourists; he wore light grey dress pants with a matching suit jacket over a white, button-up shirt. Was he here on some kind of business, I thought, before realizing that he seemed a little too lost, a little too bright-eyed.

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Unnamed Arthur Request (Arthur Shelby x Reader)

(A.N. To the lovely anon who requested this, I'm so sorry it's taking me so long! I have about a page written for it so far I just need to pick it back up and finish it after some massive writer's block.)

Under your touch, he settled, if only slightly; it had been proven, time and time again, to tame the beast inside him. But his chest still heaved, and with a gentle finger you wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

“Arthur,” you said again to ground him, as his gaze began to wander anywhere but your face. “I hate seeing you like this, picking fights everywhere you go.”

Sometimes you wondered if you had made him worse. Ever since you’d started dating the eldest Shelby brother, he’d found more and more excuses to punch or bludgeon whoever looked at you the wrong way. Though your touch may have soothed him, your existence only stoked the fire that burned bright in his damaged soul.

“What am I supposed to do, then, eh?” he said, exhaustion working its way past the thorns of his tone, and his forehead brushed yours, unruly locks of brown hair tickling your lashes. 

You inhaled his scent – the sharp spice of his aftershave, the sweat of his ire, the musk that was so uniquely him that you couldn’t help but feel at home each time you breathed it. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you cocked your head at him slightly as an idea formed in your head.

[noisycowboyglitter]

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 🔆 2006 Barbie Tooth Fairy Doll Pink Label Mattel Collector NRFB K7942.

[snowymuses]

Name: Aerith Gainsborough Alias: The Last Ancient, Healer, The Don’s worst nightmare Species: Half-Cetra Height:5'3 Age:17-22 (Verse dependent) Birthday: February 7th Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Hometown: Midgar Occupation: Flower Girl

Physical appearance:

Most of the time, Aerith wears a shin-length pink dress that buttons up the front and a red bolero jacket. She wears brown boots and metal bracers on her wrists and around the edges of her jacket sleeves. Aerith’s long light brown hair is plaited with a large pink ribbon; within the ribbon she keeps the White Materia orb given to her by her mother. Segmented bangs frame Aerith’s face and she has emerald green eyes.

She also has been seen wearing: a red spaghetti-strapped formal gown with frill designs and red heels, A dark blue denim jumper dress with a light teal turtleneck, white socks and brown shoes, A burnt orange loose collar shirt with a yellow collar, brown shorts and a matching short boots, a pink, white and red top tied around the neck with buttons up the front, and a frilly white and green skirt, a variation of her original attire, abandoning the jacket and bracers, instead wearing a series of metal bracelets on one arm with a thick bright blue belt, and a blue and white dress with a red camisole underneath and white wedge sandals with pink straps.

All of her outfits feature the large pink ribbon that she gained from a date with Zack Fair.

Personality:

Aerith is upbeat and joyful, and often attempts to cheer up her fellow party members. As she was raised in the Midgar Slums, Aerith maintains that she can take care of herself and can fight off Shinra troops, as well as demonstrating more subtle forms of savvy. Aerith can be flirtatious and possesses a carefree and naive nature, expressing a desire to fly on an airship.

When Aerith has made up her mind about something she will not listen to anyone who tells her otherwise. Though she means well, Aerith can be insensitive to other people’s problems, and tends to show she can be easily jealous.

As a child, Aerith was reluctant to accept her Cetra heritage, and she considers herself lonely, as she is the only remaining Cetra. She exhibits personality quirks at times, such as being afraid of the sky and claiming she can “hear the wind calling her.” These traits may be influenced by her Cetra heritage allowing her to communicate with the Planet.

Aerith has a strong sense of forgiveness and shows compassion to people who might not deserve the gesture. Aerith is portrayed as an independent, outgoing, motherly, and kind young woman who displays an intuitive understanding of others and is deeply in-tune with nature.

Story:

Aerith was born to Ifalna and Professor Gast Faremis in Icicle Inn on February 7th, making her half-human and half-Cetra. When she was barely twenty days old, Professor Hojo tracked Gast down, killed him, and captured Ifalna and Aerith. The two became subject to numerous experiments at the hands of Hojo and Shinra as they researched the Cetra. Seven years later, Ifalna and Aerith escaped the Shinra Headquarters, but Ifalna was wounded and only made it as far as the train platform in the slums under Sector 7 before collapsing. Elmyra Gainsborough was there to wait for her husband’s return from the Wutai War, and before passing, Ifalna asked her to keep Aerith safe and so Elmyra brought Aerith home with her.

For years, Elmyra raised Aerith alone as her adopted daughter in the slums of Sector 5. Shinra relocated her, trying to persuade her to join Shinra willingly instead of capturing her for a specific project, but Aerith refused. As Aerith grew up, she continued to hear the Planet, and although she was reluctant to admit it, was aware of her Cetra heritage and tried hard to hide it. Aerith spent time in the Sector 5 Church. Due to the Mako Reactors draining the life out of Midgar and the surrounding areas, little could grow around the metropolis. Regardless, Aerith cultivated a flower patch out of the dirt under the church’s floorboards.

When she was fifteen, Aerith meets Zack Fair when he falls into the church from the Sector 5 Reactor. She shows him around, and Zack buys Aerith her trademark pink hair ribbon and he is called back to Shinra. Aerith and Zack continue to keep in contact for the next two years. It was under Zack’s suggestion for Aerith sell flowers to make money, as flowers are a luxury item in Midgar, and constructs flower carts for her.

In the years after his disappearance, Aerith wrote Zack eighty-nine letters, and thought that he never returned them until she finds the truth out much later.

Years later, Aerith meets Cloud as he flees from the bombing of the Sector 1 Reactor and at the sign of the Turks, Aerith asks Cloud to become her bodyguard, offering him a date as payment, although eventually she joins his party, even helping him infiltrate places to rescue his friends and other missions for AVALANCHE as it becomes a fight for the planet and dealing with Sephiroth and Shinra.

She wants to find out more about her heritage, having heard Sephiroth is seeking the Cetra’s Promised Land. Eventually, she comes to terms with her powers and duties as the last Cetra, although the knowledge of her task makes her feel more alone, until she realizes what she must do to protect the world from the Black Materia, Meteor.

In an attempt to activate Holy, the ultimate White Materia, Aerith goes to the City of Ancients and prays. Just as her friends find her, Sephiroth descends from the ceiling and impales her, killing her. Her body was laid to rest in the pool of water in the center of the city, returning her to the lifestream.

Within the Lifestream, Aeris’s spirit commands the Lifestream to emerge from the Planet and push Meteor back, allowing Holy to fully focus its energy and save the planet.

Verses: A Flower in the Church: This is for any point in the main canonical storyline from Before Crisis, through Crisis Core, and all the way to her death in Final Fantasy VII. Default is Crisis Core, but can be played around for beginning of FFVII (No tag) Beyond the Lifestream: Aerith has died, and the planet has been saved. But despite her soul lingering in the lifestream, Aerith has been given new form by the planet, one resembling the body she left behind. No longer able to use Materia as she once did, Aerith has decided to travel and make the Planet even better and plant all the flowers she can. (|V: Holy|)

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Can't wait to see all of you who are able to come to the @DysautonomiaIntl this Friday! We have a table Friday night and an activity later in the weekend for making awareness ribbon buttons! [Image Description: Blue ombre background with white text that reads "We can't wait! Invisible Illness Awareness Network is going to the Dysautonomia International Conference this week! @Invisible_Illness_Network"]

[ya-boi-haru]

Here's my breakdown off my Eret cosplays!

With most of them being up now (on tiktok, coming soon/later to youtube) I wanted to breakdown certain parts of my Eret cosplays, given that I put thought into certain pieces and reveal details you may have missed.

(For simplicity sake ill be using Erets real name - Alastair - when referring to CC!Eret)

For starters, each look has a small bit of stubble around the edge of the jaw, starting from the sideburns and each look is also accessorized with a purple cancer awareness ribbon, cause fuck cancer

L'manburg Era:

For starters I fashioned the uniform out of other cosplay pieces and thrift shop buys

I used the more square glasses as they look more like a "common" type you see. Square glasses like those are also usually more on the "mens" side of the shops, which is where i wanted to start with the look to show the change both Eret and Alastair went through over time.

Also went for shorter hair since, again, that's how it looked at the start

You cant see the earrings, but on my left I wore a small strawberry stud earring and on the right a simple black stud.

on my pinky is a ring with rainbow gems in it. This is a hint to Alastair's' family crest ring (im pretty sure its a crest ring anyway) This stays on for all of the looks

Crowned Eret:

For the outfit I swapped the blue L'manberg jacket for a red cloak, keeping the rest of the uniform underneath.

For the cloak clips I used gold clips (which, fun fact, are actually clip on earrings) to give it a more "official royal" vibe.

The crown I decorated to have green gems, since Eret was crowned King by Dream. However, although they had the status, Dream was still manipulating and controlling them.

Which brings us to the left earring: a black, green tinted, queen chess piece (cause sometimes I like some obvious symbolism) The right is a sword to give a more "War and Peace" look especially given how they earned the crown.

Dethroned/ Pogtopia Era:

Removed all the "royal jewels" and changed into a casual, green, long sleeve shirt.

The chess piece is switched back to the strawberry stud and the sword earring stays.

Around this time Alastair took time off from everything, i'm not sure if there was a cannon reason for Erets absence, but I headcannon that they were off exploring the server, more of their Kingdom and doing some self reflecting. Along their travels they found the stronghold, and for characters that have found a strong hold I put on an Eye of Ender accessory, in Erets case, its a ring worn on the index finger.

I would have worn a different wig to make the hair look a little longer, but it simply wasnt working in terms of being styled.

i added a little more stubble compared to the other looks to make it appear more unkept

Monarch Eret:

No longer taking orders from Dream, Eret became their own type of Queen...

The crown was changed into something a little more fancy and decorated with rainbow gems.

The right earring has a big, dangle strawberry and the other had a black gem with a wither skeleton.

The gold clips of the red cloak were switched for wither roses.

An off shoulder white top with a black corset.

A gold necklace

More rounder shaped glasses (fun fact: my prescriptions)

Wig swapped to a longer wig, now similar to how Alastair wears her hair today

Revenger Eret:

Cloak and crown remain the same.

The earrings are swapped again for a Sword and Nether Star.

Shirt was swapped for a button down, 'industrial' red shirt.

Black gloves would have been worn if i could find them ( i still cant)

Smaller, vintage styled glasses are worn

Bonus:

While i haven't gotten around to using this detail yet, ill still share it: Alastair has a scar on their left(?) elbow and an injury to their left leg from years ago, she noted how he only seems to get injured on the left. Come time for scar work (most likely in Eggpire AU and other AUs) ill be focusing the scars on the left of my body (unless I'm wrong and its the right)

So thats the brain brrr, the cosplays can be seen on my Patreon or tiktok (coming to other socials later) thanks for reading and stay hydrated

[shintin]

Fifty Shades Of Blue

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot (A special chapter from Forget Me Not)

Summary: What happens when Satoru Gojo wants to surprise his girlfriend with a mysterious gift in a black box with a red ribbon? Are you asking me? Nope! I won't spoil anything, but don't forget to fasten your seatbelt, we're heading straight to hell.

Word count: 10.1 k

Warning: NSFW (pure smut), nudity (of course), mentions of sex toys (my fav part), thigh grinding (don't ask), Oh, God! and lots of teasing and shameless stuff :D

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The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something... Ahhh... something is... burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you...

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky..." He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What... what are you..."

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh... Satoru! Umh... D-don't stop...please more..." With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come... They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was...

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you allowed yourself to dream about happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru... I..." You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru..." You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him...

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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13. pulling your lover closer by the waistband

miya osamu x gn!reader, 1k words, sfw / pet names: darlin’ + baby part of my mini series: you look like a dream i never want to wake up from

“are ya done yet?”

you hop on the spot, pulling your jeans up. “no, why—” hop, hop, “—do you ask, ‘samu?”

“because i wanna see!” 

his voice sounded much nearer now, as if he was hovering expectantly outside your changing room.

“i wasn’t aware i had to show you what i’m wearing,” you say, casting a nervous glance in the mirror at your rumpled state. your hair was a mess, courtesy of the top you pulled over your head just moments prior, your sneakers were kicked off to the side carelessly so you could tug on your jeans, and goodness, your socks weren’t even matching—the left one a vibrant strawberry pink, the right one a dark ocean blue. 

“ya have to, darlin’, i’m pretty sure it’s standard protocol,” osamu sings teasingly. 

“i’m pretty sure it isn’t,” you scoff back. 

“i’m comin’ in!”

“no, ‘samu, you are not—”

“i’m giving ya five seconds, so get decent! five, four—”

“wait, wait!”

“three, two, two and a half, two and a quarter…” 

“miya osamu! don’t you dare—”

“aaaand one! ya ready?”

before osamu could try anything, you whip back the flimsy velvet curtain of your tiny changing room, scowling back at your boyfriend. he looked way too pleased with himself, grinning like the cat who got the cream. and while you were annoyed by how he couldn’t just wait, you found yourself feeling more shy than anything else, shrinking in on yourself under the way osamu’s gaze swallowed you up. 

stupid ‘samu and his stupid smile and his impatient dumb ass and— 

“ya look lovely, darlin’.” 

before you knew it, osamu's huge frame was bullying you back into the dressing room, backing you up against the mirror as he flipped the curtain close behind him.

“‘samu, i don’t think you’re allowed in here.” 

“just wanna take a closer look at ya, i’ll get out in a minute.” his eyes scan over your face, then trail down over your top—its ribbon still undone—and your jeans, hastily tugged on. “ya look so pretty, darlin’. like a doll.” 

you freeze up at the proximity, immediately thinking back to your stint in the supply closet exactly a week ago. osamu clearly thinks nothing of it, stepping into your personal space to lace up the ribbons on your top. your eyes stay glued to his shirt. there was absolutely no way you could look him in the eye—not with his hands on you like this, not with him so close, not when you could feel his warm breath kissing your cheek.

“t-thanks, ‘samu,” you stutter out unsurely. “no thanks for barging in, though.”

he chuckles, a soft, hearty sound that fills the changing room. the tension in your shoulders melts away ever so slightly and you lean back against the mirror, watching as osamu laces up the rest of your top.

“sorry darlin’, i just couldn’t wait. one, because i picked this top—” he punctuates his point with a quick tug to the ribbon, cinching the top at your waist, “—and two, because i bet ya looked beautiful and i wanted to see ya as soon as i could.” 

your lover finishes up the ribbon before smoothing his hands over your hips, stepping back ever so slightly to admire his work. you shift under his gaze, sock-clad toes curling up under your feet in embarrassment. it must be a new relationship kinda thing, you tell yourself. you’ll get used to this eventually—the bold touches, the sweet praise, the honeyed affection that drips from his gaze.

“watcha thinkin’ bout, baby?” 

you hum, peering up at your lover through your lashes. “thinking about… how i’m not used to this.”

“to what? the top? is it uncomfy? did i make it too tight?”

“no no, the top is fine.” you reach out to right osamu’s collar and pick a stray hair off his shirt. “i guess i’m just not used to us…” you gulp, eyes fixed to the top button of his shirt. “to us dating. it’s weird, after we’ve been friends for so long. it’s like we’re best friends with benefits and the benefits include hugging, kissing, and, um, you grabbing my butt.” 

his eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “me grabbing yer butt is a benefit?”

“...you know what i mean.” 

“yer so cute, darlin’. and for the record,” your lover leans in, hands still gripping your hips, “grabbing yer butt is a benefit for me, too.” 

“‘samu, you perv.”

“i wanna kiss ya. so bad. will ya let me?” 

your eyes widen, and you curse internally, wholly unprepared—for the way his nose brushes against yours gently, for the way his eyes have drooped to a half-lidded gaze full of want and adoration, for the way he loops his fingers into the waistband of your jeans.

“‘samu, we— we’re in public right now,” you whisper, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“there’s no one here but us,” he urges you, pulling you closer. “please, darlin’. ya look so sweet and pretty and i really want a kiss. please? just one.” 

your hands come up to steady yourself against his firm chest, forehead to forehead with your lover now. as the distance between the two of you narrows, the more your resolve crumbles.

osamu stops short of your lips, eyes fluttering close in wait. 

you realise then and there that he’s letting you decide. 

you close your eyes and dive in. 

the kiss was short and sweet, the pair of you still too shy to venture anywhere too far for now. but just like every kiss you’ve shared with osamu so far, this one was as memorable as the last. you sigh into his mouth, arms looping around his neck to bring him closer, and melt into the heat of his body. into him. 

“wow,” gasped your lover after breaking away from the kiss. you watch, mesmerised, as he opens his eyes slowly, blinking leisurely like a sleepy, satisfied kitten. cute.

“you okay, ‘samu?” you ask, caressing his cheek. 

“yeah yeah, ‘m good.” he leans into your touch and you feel his cheek plumping up in a smile. “just thinkin’ bout how the benefits of being best friends with benefits are pretty damn amazing.” 

“‘samu!”

“nice socks, by the way.”

“oh my god, get out!”

a/n: lovesick samu supremacy!!!

you look like a dream i never want to wake up from — series masterlist

a hundred different kisses — series masterlist

everything else — main masterlist