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It doesnât refer to any particular part of the series, itâs just that Harry Truman frequently looks like a nervous wreck to me
#he be looking normal while picking the insides of his woolen coat#i know the feeling#bro is not even realizing hes on edge#twin peaks posting is sooo back#twin peaks#watchmytwinpeaksfanartsgraduallygettingworse#trucoop#well not necessarily#agent dale cooper#sheriff harry s truman#dale cooper#twin peaks fanart#art#questionable colour palette#at the very least#idk the colours are just making me feel stressed
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personally a huge fan of fics where the foxes seem to forget that neil is a genuinely dangerous person because neil lets himself laugh and smile, where the foxes continue to assume that andrew is the bigger threat, except for aaron.
fics where the foxes are like âdude why do you hate neil so muchâ and aaron is like âbecause heâs an idiot and heâs not safe to be around and if he could very easily hurt my brotherâ and the foxes are all like bro what? have u seen him? heâs currently napping on the floor in the corner with a fox plushie??? babey??
and then some shit happens and neil pulls the wesninski mafia upbringing out of his ass to defend andrew in one way or another and thereâs a multi layered realization
one layer is the foxes, seeing neil as the deadly threat that heâs capable of being, reminding themselves that he chooses to be gentle and to laugh and to smile, but that he is more than capable of drawing blood without even a flinch
the other layer is aaron seeing neil bring out his dangerous potential for the sake of fighting for andrew and having to finally admit that maybe thereâs no reason to hate him
just like i love fics where neil is allowed to be soft and gentle and warm, he deserves to have thatâbut also i love fics where the sharp edges of himself make other people bleed
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number one sorcerer (and virgin) .
synopsis: req! in which your boyfriend â notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed â turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him some guidance, at least).
pairing: virgin!switch!gojo x f!reader
wc: est. 6k?
incl: unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of dirty talk, a bit of teaching gojo, petnames, manhandling, size kink, clit play, praise kink, edging (himself), teasing, mocking, fingering, oral (f + slight m), cum swallowing
a/n: ty for awakening smtn in me anon it was nice to be writing a full fic again!! hope im not too rusty,, this is straight up filth tho so mdni
back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasnât just good at sex.
no, according to himself, he was some kind of sex god â to match his power level in sorcery, of course.
and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with angelic white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.
satoru believes that heâs done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.
the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.
since the day youâd gotten together â going multiple months strong â satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldnât blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasnât initiated anything; yâknow, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.
little did you know your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.
âbro, itâd be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!â flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend â the only other person to know of his dark secret â snickers against the cushions nearby.
âeverythingâd be fine if you didnât pretend to be some incubus that makes girls cum with a snap of his finger,â geto quips unhelpfully.
satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how heâs resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. âthat would be pretty cool..â when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. âhowâm i even gonna tell her? what if she doesnât trust me anymore?â
at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âyou know y/n isnât like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow,â he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.
âyou find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. sheâll be begging for you in no time.â
as usual, geto knows him too well, because those last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. âya think so?â
âhell yeah, man.â the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a confident gleam in both of their eyes.
only a couple days later, satoru discovers that going with the flow isnât as easy as suguru advised. with your plush lips sucking his bottom one through occasional moans, along with a delicate pair of nails scratching perfectly at his undercut, he already felt himself getting breathless and aroused like a teenager.
perhaps youâve put him under a spell; how is it that he lasts through prolonged battles while barely breaking a sweat, but having your cute hand move to rub up on his abs and pecs send his nerves into overdrive? it wasnât like making out wasnât uncommon for the two of you, this time it just felt so passionate with the way your hips moved to straddle his, tongue practically begging for entrance while the movie on screen was left long forgotten.
gojo canât help but groan as your muscle explores his mouth, core ever so smoothly grinding on his bulge and igniting heat through his entire body. even as you pull away to take a breath, his grip on your waist remains stable as if youâd disappear at any momentâ growing even tighter with the way you bore into his eyes hungrily. âsatoru..â
your unusually seductive voice makes him audibly gulp. âyâ yeah?â he whispers, glancing to the hand thats now moving down over his grey sweats. shit, this was too much, was he dreaming? he should do something, pinch himself beforeâ
âtouch me, please?â as you voice your request, you squeeze his dick so nicely that satoru swears he nearly explodes in his boxers.
he swallows, words getting lost in his throat. âiâ i uh...â
for the first time in history, satoru has been rendered speechless, and you visibly panic at this realization. yet when you try to carefully maneuver off his lap and give him space, the clutch on your waist intensifies. âwhatâ are you okay? whatâs wrong?â you murmur, brows creasing with concern.
though you never brought it up, satoruâs worry about your confusion was correct; youâd been expecting him to jump your bones a week into your relationship, but seeing how he never forced anything and remained respectful was cute.. at first. after a month of rejection and being pushed away whenever things got too heated, insecurities were bound to start brewing inside you.
he better have a damn good explanation.
âiâm fine,â he reassures, âitâs justâ i should probably tell you something..â refusing to meet your eyes, the sorcerer resorts to drawing shapes against the skin under your t-shirt. in other situations, this would feel soothing, relaxing even â but currently, his lacking and lingering touch made you want to rip the hairs off your head.
all you wanted was to finally get a taste of your steaming hot boyfriend. what could he possibly need to say right now? you ponder, hasnât he been dying to finally show off how amazing he is in bed?
âyes..?â
âitâs actually a funny story, ahaha..â he stalls, chuckling nervously as you turn his jaw to make eye contact. a feeling of impatience and neediness pulls through you, but you contain yourself with a deep breath.
âspit it out, satoru.â
there was no going back now, right? âso.. iâve uhâ iâve never actually done this before.â
you blink.
âyouâre a virgin?â
it was difficult to believe your own words; it sounded wrong no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it. satoru being inexperienced? the satoru with a rock hard 6 pack? the satoru with biceps that bulge out of his shirts and a face sharp enough to be sculpted by aphrodite herself? your satoru?
it sounded ridiculous, but the ugly pout rising across his lips tells you that it wasnât a prank after all. âhey, donât call me that, now it sounds way worse!â
a sigh escapes your lips, arms folded across your chest. âso all those never have i ever games and stories you told about one night stands wereâ mph!" before you know it, a large hand is covering your mouth.
âlisten, how about we talk about this after having some fun?â a surprisingly determined gleam shines in your boyfriendâs icy blue eyes, making your thighs clench together in excitement.
who were you to say no to that?
â
next thing you know, pillows support your back as a shirtless satoru lies directly in front of your clothed crotch, hot breath making you wiggle around impatiently.
âjusâ just take it off me, toru. so damn slowââ
âbaby,â he scolds, looking genuinely upset, âthis is my first time seeing a pussy in real life and youâre ruining it with your lack of patience.â
you can only roll your eyes and groan, head flopping back against the cushions in boredom. there was no way to predict how satoruâs first time would go, but you never expected itâd be this agonizing on your end â nor that heâd be so bossy.
though luckily, after another deep breath, your panties are gently tugged down your legs, and satoru can only inhale as he watches your poor hole clench around nothing. it only made sense that after all that dry humping and making out that your neediness increased, and it didnât help that you could clearly see the way satoru was not only rock hard, but much bigger than average through his grey sweats.
âooh.. oh shit..â like the invasive pervert he is, satoru moves even closer to the point where your thighs rest on his muscular shoulders before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart. this way, he has a clear view of the place that needs him most, and it makes a furious blush blossom on your cheeks.
âsâ satoru.. what are you doing?â now you felt like the virgin, desperately attempting to shut your legs with no avail. damn this big idiot and his strength.
suddenly, his piercing eyes snap up to you, a feral look in his gaze. âshit, howâm i gonna fit in this little hole?â
you canât deny the way his dirty words does something to you â not that youâd ever admit it. âthatâs why you gotta prep me, toru. yâknow..â you gulp, âfingering, or like.. eating me out.â
in response, you get a cheshire grin. âsounds fun. show me how you do it, sweets.â
âw-what?â
satoru leans back, attemping to hold in a mischievous smile. âhow else am i gonna learn?â
even masturbating alone makes you flush in slight embarassment, so doing it in front of someone else â your cheeky, shamleess boyfriend no less â had you drowning in nerves. the bigger problem was that his words held a strong point; youâre supposed to be teaching him for his first time and ensuring itâs as enjoyable as possible.
these reminders make you mumble out a gentle fine, breath stuttering as you spread your legs further for the man in front of you.
satoru is now resting his weight on the palms of his hands, looking laid back and relaxed, but evidently still focused at the way your fingers move to unclasp your bra with skill. âdamn..â as your tits are freed, he finds himself needing to adjust his sweatpants and nearly letting out a pathetic noise you would definitely tease him for.
you gulp, trying to ignore his blatant gawking. âitâs good to.. yâknow, tease a bit before getting straight to it. makes it feel better â for me, at least,â you explain while massaging your chest, hiding surprise at the way he sternly nods in understanding.
now that you think about it, something tells you this is the most focused satoru has ever been in a learning environment.
after a bit more pinching and fondling, your hands slide down to your stomach and thighs, trying to get your breathing to relax. having gojo watch you do something so private was.. surreal, but you know for a fact youâve never been this wet before, if that meant anything.
once you finally move down to your most intimate part, satoru takes a deep breath. he watches as you use your fingers to reveal a small bundle of nerves, pulsing and desperate for attention. âthis is the clit, toru. sâvery important.â
his eyes light up. âoh, i know that one!â he announces proudly, âi remember suguru saying i have to.. uh, worship it or something.â
you snicker at the thought of geto giving out sex pointers. âmhm, sometimes penetration isnât enough, so you need to give it attention or i canât really finish.â
gently, you start massaging the bud in circles, humming at the feeling of finally getting some type of relief. you move down to your hole to collect some of your wetness before bringing it back up, letting out a moan in satisfaction.
the way satoru licks his lips as you finally plunge a finger into your wetness has you shivering, but you remind yourself that for now, this was simply a demonstration and that youâd get a taste of him later.
after adding another, you attempt to reach your sweet spot by curling upwards, but it seems that even your hopelessly inexperienced boyfriend could tell that it was getting nowhere.
âaw,â he pouts teasingly, âlilâ fingers canât reach anything, huh?â
âshutâ shut up, satoru.â
before you know it, heâs moved onto his stomach again, face to face with your pussy and gripping your now soaked fingers. âyou use these pathetic things when yâmasturbate, huh? imagining my dick while having such tiny fingers up your cunt? kinda offended, babe..â
you feel your tummy flip, where did he learn to talk like that?
âdo you have to be so vulgââ youâre cut off by a choking gasp as a warm, wet muscle licks a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit.
âthanks for the lesson. âthink i got it from here,â is all satoru says before heâs diving in, slurping up as much of your essence as possible before latching his plush lips right onto your poor little clit.
you canât help but wiggle around at the jump in stimulation, but that only lasts about five seconds before a muscular arm presses you firmly against the mattress, rendering you trapped and unable to escape to his ministrations.
âhey, slow down!â your words are coincidentally yelped out right as he wiggles a much bigger finger into you. it explores your insides eagerly, caressing and feeling up what satoru believes will be his new favourite place.
âwow..â sluuurp, âso warm nâ soft in here..â he happily mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations of his now deeper voice shoot through you like electricity, eliciting another choked whine from your throat.
it felt like he was just toying with you; looking way too content drinking up everything you offered, fluid rushing down his chin and nose pushed firmly against your pelvis to inhale your scent.
suddenly, heâs jabbing his fingertip right into that pocket of sunshine that makes your eyes roll back, a loud whimper leaving your throat before you could stop it. âsatoru, right there!â he swiftly seperates from your clit just to mumble out a here? in confirmation, prodding your sweet spot over and over in record breaking speed.
when you nod, he grins smugly, now adding another finger to stretch you further. âmmmph, this is pretty fun. could lie here all night.â
luckily, you barely process his words, much too busy enjoying the best finger-fuck of your life â and this was only his first time, you remember, what will the bastard do to you once heâs got some practice in?
a shaking hand tumbles into his snowy locks, attempting to pull him back weakly. âwait, mâgonna cum, toruââ
gojo growls almost animalistically, tugging your hand back onto the sheets. âthen fuckinâ do it,â he demands. âcâmon, iâve earned it, right?â then, he sucks even harder, fingers slamming and curling and making the loudest squelch youâve ever heard.
âsee?â he continues, âlilâ cunt wants to cum so bad for me. knows who 'er owner is already.â his filthy words definitely take part in the way your orgasm hits like a train, body shaking and toes curling as you let the feeling of bliss take over you. you flinch at how swiftly his tongue licks up everything you give him, the fingers in his hair tugging harder in overstimulation.
âtoruuuuu..â
he simpers, tasting his cum-covered lips. âyeeees?â
âthisâ this is your first time, i should be making you feel good.â
slowly but surely, your eyes reopen, meeting your boyfriendâs relaxed gaze as he rubs your thigh affectionately. âdunno what youâre talking about, i felt pretty good just now.â when you only pout further, he snickers, pushing some of his bangs back smoothly. âcâmon, thereâs lots of time for you to get me off later. mâ too excited for the main event..â
at last, he reaches for his sweatpants, more than excited to tug them down and finally give his aching cock some freedom. satoru doesnât think heâs ever had a more painful boner in his life, but it was all worth seeing you release all over his tongue and fingers.
right as he finishes untying the knot, pale fingers drifting up to the waistband, youâre smacking him away to make room for your own hands. he watches with an open mouth as you pull his boxers down along with his pants, leaky, hard cock springing free and nearly hitting you in the face.
shit, of course his dick is perfect too. with a bit of white hair at the base, bulging veins adorned the entirety of his massive length, and the tip â shit, the tip was even bigger than the rest, mushroom shaped and angry red. his balls looked equally agitated and full â the epitome of breeder balls, and you gulped at the thought of him filling you up with everything they had.
now his question from earlier made sense, and he seems to be enjoying the realization on your face from his spot kneeling on the bed. âlike whatâcha see?â he coos, one big hand lowering to relieve the aching in his balls.
âtoru, i donât know if youâll even fit. whyâ why do you have to be so big?â itâs annoying, you want to say â but the white-haired man has already laid back and manhandled you onto his chiseled stomach, a yelp escaping you at his suddenness.
heâs smiling so hard at your little dilemma that itâs almost sick, hands resting behind his head cockily. âtell me more while you ride me, baby.â
after processing that all youâve been doing is feeding his size kink and inflating his already massive ego, you frown. âiâm serious, toru!â
âwhat!? iâm serious too!â the man defends with fake innocence, blue eyes shining in glee. âyouâre the expert here, remember? âsupposed to be teaching me how itâs done.â
all you do is grumble whilst moving down to sit between the sorcererâs thighs, lightly prepping him with your fist and a dribble of spit from your mouth that has the white-haired male biting his lip. âfuck..â satoru canât recall how many times heâs masturbated to the mental image of this exact moment, but now that it was finally happening, he promised himself to savor it as much as possible.
when you move to finally straddle him, hole hovering just above his length, he begins bucking his hips up desperately. âhurryyyâŠâ
âare you in heat or something?â you snort, giving him a dirty glare as if you werenât about to let him inside you.
âfor you? yeah.â satoru offers you a cheesy wink and grin that dissipates the second your warmth encloses his aching tip. his hands slowly move up to grip your waist, jaw clenching in an attempt to not slam you down to his balls right then.
ângh⊠fuuuck, baby,â he groans as you ever so carefully move down another inch. âjesus.. youâre sooo damn tight. dunnoâ how youâre even taking me..â
you squeeze your eyes shut in attempt to bare the discomfort for him, a slight crease growing between your brows. âsatoru, fuckâ hurts..â he immediately reopens his eyes in worry, searching for a way to take your pain away.
yes, he could already tell that he enjoyed being meaner with you in bed â but itâs never fun if you donât feel good as well. though he luckily recalls your lesson from earlier, moving a soft thumb down to massage your clit in tight circles.
when you jolt and nearly faceplant into his neck, he only grins proudly, now using one veiny hand to help push you further onto him. âtheeere we go.. aw, feel better?â
âmhm, feels full..â you mumble back, looking down to see that you â unbelievably â still had a couple inches to go.
satoru feels like heâs about to burst on the other hand, thriving in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls massaging him just perfectly. he canât help but thrust up and force his last inches inside you, an echoing smack! of skin against skin singing through the room and eliciting a startled yelp from your throat.
âtoru!â despite your scolding, you canât deny the perfection in which his tip kissed your g-spot effortlessly. his hands felt ever so soothing, comfortingly running up and down as you sat impaled on his cock, wiggling around to get comfortable and ruining him in the process.
just as you start to adjust, you feel yourself being lifted up. âmâ sorry sweets..â gojo suddenly voices, âi canât..â
âhuh? what do you mâah!â youâre flipped onto your back before you know it, knees resting on the shoulders of your boyfriend who has a gleam in his pupils that youâve quite frankly never seen before; he looked feral.
satoru carefully pulls out until only his tip is encased in your warmth, and everything is calm for a moment. you both take a deep breath, and he smiles down at your already fucked-out face with pride. âsatoruââ
then heâs pushing back in with all the strength his massive hips can produce, and you think if it werenât for his hands wrapped around your thighs, you wouldâve got pushed off the bed entirely. you unintentionally let out the loudest sound of the night, and this sets him off.
now he was getting brutal, bullying your cunt with hit after hit against the spot that has drool dripping down your cheek and eyes crossing. you canât even stop the pathetic noises and symphonies of right there! that leave your lips, no matter how hot your cheeks flush in embarrassment. it felt as though every time his dick jabbed back in he was right up in your tummy, veins pulsing and ensuring your pussy is molded to the perfect sleeve for him.
âtoru, shitâ nghh, faster, please! feels sâgood!â
ânghh, toru, faster! ahaha..â he mocks you â of course he does, but picks up the pace nonetheless â now holding your lower body up so that your knees dangle higher over his shoulders and each stroke is angled exactly where you want him. âso cute when youâre gettinâ stuffed full, baby.â
he leers as you send him the harshest expression you can manage, reaching down for your clit and giggling as you start squirming in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. this bastard is having way too much fun, you realize, moans being forced out of you almost tauntingly.
tonight you discover that satoruâs way of fucking is rather animalistic, frantic, thrilling, and with the sole purpose of making you both feel as good as possible. if you want him to go slow or make love to you, youâd probably have to ask beforehand â or perhaps tie him up so you could have your fun in peace.
if your insides werenât being rearranged, youâd grin at the thought of your boyfriend restrained and at your mercy. another night, you promise yourself.
âtightest pussy ever fâmy first time baby.. haah.. canât believe iâve been missinâ out on this.â for once, something praising comes out of his big mouth, breathes getting cut short every time you involuntarily squeeze him harder. he swears thereâs no better feeling then what you were giving him right now, not even singlehandedly resurrecting himself using the reversed curse technique.
and while no injuries have ever left a scar on gojo satoru, he decides that the claw marks youâre ruthlessly digging into his back will stay as long as his body allows â why should he hide how good heâs made you feel despite being a virgin an hour prior?
maybe if heâs in the mood to brag, heâll show them to suguru later.
âfeels good toru, fuckinâ me so good,â you feel the way his whole body reacts to your praises, a deep growl melting from his lips as the sounds of skin slapping increasingly grows in volume.
âbabyyy,â he pants, legs being held higher while he digs deeper into your guts, âmâgonna cum.. need you to cum with me.â the twitching of his length inside you gave away the fact that gojo has practically been on the edge ever since he pushed into you â and while he knows itâs completely normal to cum prematurely on your first time, when has he ever not gone above expectations?
in a split second youâre flipped onto your hands and knees, veiny hands pushing you into a deep arch while your boyfriend gives his body a moment to relax, pinching his base (a rather perverted method heâs learned by edging himself while masturbating) between his thumb and pointer.
when you needily wiggle your hips in an attempt to find his cock again, he grins boyishly. âlookinâ for this?â he sings the words right before plunging his entire length back into you, abusing your g-spot while a lanky finger impressively finds the bud between your legs right away (a skill that most âexperiencedâ men youâve previously been with fail to achieve), circling and pinching in a frantic attempt to make your orgasms arrive in sync.
âfucking hell.." you whine, the new angle making his tip bump against spots that have never been rubbed before. âcan feel you so deep..â
âoh yeah?â his bicep pulls you up so your head rests on his broad shoulder, now victim to the filth being whispered directly into your ear. âmâ i doing good? fuckinâ this lilâ pussy nice and deep like she needs?â
when you nod, he beams like a maniac, seemingly encouraged to pound you even harder as his hips pick up the pace. âdamn, âthink iâm already a pro at this, huh?â
for the sake of your sanity, you ignore his bragging. âtoru, donât stop. iâmâ iâm gonna..â
âyouâre gonnaaa?â he derides, kissing the corner of your lip sweetly. âtell me, baby.â
âgonna cum for you, please.â satoru almost decides to fill you up at those words, but his self control is just a bit stronger. he feels the way your cunt is pulsing, body practically shaking as you get closer and closer to release, and heâs determined to help you reach it.
his thrusts get a bit sloppier, and youâre too busy basking in your own pleasure to see the eye-candy that is gojo biting his swollen lips, sweat dripping down his temples all the way to his solid abs, snowy bangs a tad bit moist against his forehead. he looked like the definition of temptation; straight out of a wet dream with stamina that seemingly never declined.
âme too, baby. câmon, cum on this dick. sâall yours to ruin.â
you moan as you allow yourself to let go, toes curling and nails digging into his toned forearms ecstatically. âthaaatâs it, good girl.. ahah.. such a good girl fâme.â he talks you through it as if heâs done so a million times, both of you looking down to watch your release coat his dick and the crumpled sheets below.
at his praise, you squeeze him just a bit tighter, making his lips curl up in interest. âmy girl likes being praised, huh? yeah.. doing so good makinâ a mess on me..â
he pulls out, carefully lowering you to the mattress before tugging on his dick in hopes of reaching his own peak. satoru forces himself to open his eyes just enough to admire the view of you fucked out below him, body shaking slightly as you recover from the intense waves of your orgasm.
ây/n,â he abruptly whines, patting your shoulder with a subtle urgency in his voice.
â..mhmm?â
âwhere can i cum? quick babyâ please, iâve been holding this for way too longââ this has your body moving, eyes popping open as you swiftly bend down so your mouth hovers directly in front of him.
you replace his fist with yours as soft lips move to suckle harsly on his leaking tip, and now itâs gojo who has his eyes rolling back; whimpers flying out of his throat every time your tongue massages the delicate underside, sending visible shocks through his body. âfuck!â he can only curse and run his fingers through your hair for support while you pump him dry. âjust like that, good.. haah.. good fuckinâ girl, shiiit.â
youâve never seen your boyfriend â the strongest â look so pathetic and desperate, but it only spurs you on further, enjoying the way he continues to blabber about how pretty you are and how heâs gonna fill your mouth like he would your pussy. in response, you greedily hum around him, licking through his slit as if you were pleading the little hole to give you what you deserved.
and only moments later, satoruâs words become reality; though he attempts to keep revelling in the feeling of your warm lips and hands, his body stills in place instinctively, one last warning tumbling out of his throat as your mouth is flooded with rope after rope of bitterly sweet fluid.
it seems like your accusations about his breeder balls were correct, because once it starts it seemingly never ends; cum now overflowing from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow frequently enough to not choke on how much he deposits.
meanwhile, gojo feels like he is quite literally ascending, everything becoming unimportant next to you and the feeling of pleasure being forced through him like an overwhelming earthquake, pulse after pulse as you suck him for all heâs worth.
âthasâ right.. take every damn drop, baby.â when satoru looks down and earns a glimpse of the white fluid trickling down your chin, his dick twitches in your mouth. âgod, youâre so sexy..â
once he was done, you both flop onto the bed in exhaustion, and while the vulnerable moment has utmost potential to become something cute and memorable, a certain blue-eyed bastard decides to open his mouth once again.
âwhatâre you huffinâ and puffinâ for?â he sasses, shamelessly eyeing the way your tits rose and fell with every breath you took. âall you did was lie there while i had a full body workout!â
you take a very deep breath. âi just let you put your dick inside me. shut the fuck up.â
at your reminder of whatâd just occurred, he grins like an idiot. âyouâre right, thank you.â theyâre soft, but he ensures his words are as audible and genuine as he can make them.
satoru isnât exactly the best with words, but he knows damn well that â despite all the bullshit he'd spouted at those parties â youâre the only person he wanted to have his first time with, and the fact that you allowed his wish to become reality is something heâll forever be grateful for.
âi love you..â you soften. âeven if youâre a pillow princess.â you stiffen again.
nothing could stay lovey-dovey with him for too long.
a fake cry is pulled from his lips as you rudely smack his shoulder. âi tried to ride you but you flipped me over after ten seconds!â
âitâs not my fault you're as slow as a fuckin' snail!â
somehow, you both make it to the washroom despite all the banter. just as you bend over in hopes of starting the shower up, a mean spank is delivered to your ass.
when you turn to meet the culprit, he only narrows his eyes at you playfully. âround two, mâlady?â itâs almost like his voice lowers on purpose, dirty words rumbling in his throat, knowing what it did to your body.
you do your best to send him a disappointed glance anyway. âday one of not being a virgin and youâre already the horniest man i know.â
after following you inside, his fluffy hair flattens from the steamy water before nudging you back, encasing you between him and the solid wall.
âi might be willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you agree to some very loving, extremely intimate making out,â he requests with a smirk, sleek nose poking yours in a much gentler way than expected.
you still send him a distrusting raise of your brow. âonly making out, huh?â
the dirty smirk he sends you is all you need to know, along with his hardened dick pressing against your thigh as he moves in to kiss you.
what have you gotten yourself into?
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AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER â GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day two â overstimulation ; find masterlist here
synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perksâlike fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okayâhe can always just show you instead
length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)
notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos
most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, thoughâyou have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.
no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friendsâ fatherâand itâs going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when heâs found himself a single father of two, but that doesnât mean heâs not too old for you. and it especially doesnât mean that itâs not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.
you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of collegeâthe rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.
who wouldnât be? youâre smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girlsâafter all, every fatherâs worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogsâsuguru should know. theyâre sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru canât bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behaviorâbut thatâs all quelled when he meets you.
but he never thought, not even for one second, that heâd become one of those men.
those older men who fuck girls half their ageâthe girls that are barely in their twenties and still donât even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who donât realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what itâs like to be free.
suguru has always found those men deplorable. theyâre the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of societyâwomen must be protected from them at all costs.
but now? wellâŠ.now heâs one of themâand he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.
not when youâre sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though heâs not let himself go by any means, is past his primeâhe still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but heâs not immune to the effects of aging.
his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. heâs still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but theyâre still not as hardâlayered over a slight belly that he canât seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.
heâs aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimikoâs friendsâheâs always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.
thatâs your dad? god, heâs so hot.
what? heâs single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?
i canât believe heâs never been marriedâwomen in his generation donât deserve him. iâll take him off their hands.
wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?
oh my god, heâs so fine. are you sure heâs in his forties?
nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at theâŠless than proper comments theyâve had to witness about their father. in fact, theyâve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. itâs bothersomeâa little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things theyâd let their dad, of all people, do to them.
but you? you donât make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.
but if only they knewâŠ
if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when youâre spending the night, you donât actually sleepâinstead, you sneak off to their fatherâs room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thighâbut he takes his time with you, and doesnât do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet.Â
instead, he focuses on remembering your bodyâitâs been a while, after all. he hasnât felt your hips, hasnât tasted your skin, hasnât heard your voice.Â
âmissed you,â suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. âhavenât seen you in a bit, angel.â
âiâve had midterms,â you murmur.
suguru knowsânanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. heâs more than a little disappointed that you havenât come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions youâve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs itâs about time.
suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.
a boyâa boy? youâve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? whatâs got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine youâve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?
he thinks maybe not, now that youâre back in his bedâbut he still has too many unanswered questions.Â
âso iâve heard,â he says lowly, âiâve also heard thereâs a certain boy on your radar.â he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. âa much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.â
you roll your eyes, snorting.
âis that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,â you huff fondly, âi told them already. heâs just my partner for a presentation. weâre practicing.â
âoh?â suguru raises a browâand then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.
âyes,â you giggle, âno need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.â
âthatâs exactly why iâm jealous,â he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.
your lips taste like honeyâprobably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.
âoh, you poor thing,â you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? âhave you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?â
âwell, kids your age fool around quite a bit,â he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, âwhat was i supposed to think?â
youâve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like heâs wiser, like heâs aware of something youâre not.Â
girls, make sure you share your location with meâi need to find you in case anything happens. itâs for your own safety, end of discussion.
make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when youâre not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. iâve seen this happen plenty.
donât walk alone in the streets at night. call me. iâll pick you upâno, nanako, itâs not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.
donât get into any boyâs cars, girls. you never know whatâll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your lifeâhey, donât roll your eyes at me. one day, youâll understand iâm right.
âiâm not a kid,â you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. âdidâya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, yâknow.â
âno, youâre not a kid,â suguru agrees, âyouâre a brat.â and then heâs back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access.Â
sometimes, itâs fun to get under suguruâs skinâitâs fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, âwho knows? maybe heâd fuck betterâmore stamina, yâknow?â
itâs supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his browsâbut suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard.Â
âoh yeah?â he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, âyou think so? what, you think an old man like me canât fuck you long enough?â
you donât get a chance to replyânot before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch.Â
âsuguruââ
âlook at that,â he chuckles, âwearing my favorite one, huh? canât fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isnât that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,â he murmursâhe speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if heâs read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval.Â
part of you knows you should quit while you canâthe other part? wellâŠit wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it.Â
âwell,â you huff, âwhatâre you waiting for, then? donât tell me the age has slowed you downââ
âyou really donât know when to quit, do you?â he says in a low snarl, âfine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.â
it all happens before you can even registerâone moment, youâre grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.
âyou know the thing about guys your age,â he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, âis that they really donât know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just donât have enough experience to really figure it out.â
his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. itâs slowâdeliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant.Â
âsuguru, m-moreââ
âdonât worry,â he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, âyouâll get plenty, baby. weâll see if youâve got the stamina. yâknow, since youâre so young.â
his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where youâre most sensitiveâsuguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didnât even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasnât changedâhis fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit.Â
itâs always been a blessing that nanako and mimikoâs room is across the houseâhad they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until itâs about to burst.Â
âs-suguru, âm close, so, so closeââ
âalready?â he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, âthought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthfulâfigured youâd last a bit longer.â
heâs mean about itârubs it in your face some more that youâre so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesnât even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but heâs already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.
âno,â your voice breaks, ân-no, so close, please. i wantââ
âthatâs what he wouldâve done,â suguru hums, âpulled out before you even finished. thatâs what guys your age always doâthey donât know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?â
âno,â you say quickly, shaking your head. youâre a pretty little thing, he thinksâpouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. âno, you always make me cumâplease, i wanna cum, sugu.â
âyeah?â he pouts with faux sympathy, âdidnât feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesnât it?â
âuh huh,â you nodâyouâre still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguruâheâs too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare.Â
âthink that boyââ he spits the last word like itâs poison on his tongue, ââcan take care of you?â
âno,â you whimper, âno, he canât. not like you, never like you.â
âthatâs a good girl,â he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. âyou know something else about men your age? they donât care to please a womanâdonât bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be hereââ he pauses to motion between your legs, where heâs currently situated, ââwillingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?â
âi-i donâtâŠi never asked someone toââ
âdid you ever ask me?â he interrupts, raising a brow at you, âyou ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what iâm doingâknow how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isnât that right?âÂ
âyes, yesâyou always give me what i wantââ
âwhat you need,â he corrects, âand you know what i think you need right now? this.â
his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tugâsuguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him.Â
his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moanâand really, itâs almost a squealâwhen his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. youâre close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just canât hold it back anymore.Â
âsuguââm c-cumming. god âs so goodâfeels good,â you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you.Â
he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody.Â
âi bet heâs never seen someone look like this,â suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, âso pretty when falling apart. bet heâd never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.â
your orgasm ripples through youâitâs not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but itâs definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again.Â
âthat felt good?â he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.
âyeah,â you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âhope youâre not tired out just yet,â he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, âbecause weâre nowhere near done, baby. not even close.â
just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place.Â
âbet i could make you cum just from this,â he says with a laugh, âi donât even need to fuck you.â
âplease,â you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, âplease, suguân-need more.â
âbe more specific,â he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, âgonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out hereâiâm afraid i donât know what iâm doing.â
suguru is doing everything he can to drag this outâif youâd known one small comment would have him riled up like thisâŠwell, truthfully, you canât say you wouldnât have made it anyway. itâs exciting in its own right when heâs so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this.Â
no one can know about you and suguruânot nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what theyâd say, how theyâd feel.Â
disgustâshame, even. heâs far too old for you, you know theyâd say; heâs a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only thatâlay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father.Â
something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocatedâthat suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasnât a joke, what youâd said. not to him, at leastâmaybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but heâll never, ever treat you the way suguru doesâno one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know.Â
so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, âfuck me, suguru. pleaseâneed you.â
he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. itâs flushed a deep pinkâitâs been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him.Â
for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properlyâhe might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as heâs inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitchâbut suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you.Â
âlook at that,â he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, ïżœïżœtook me so easily. âs cause when you do it right, it doesnât take much, does it?â
âf-fuckââ your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. âmove, suguruâplease, c-canât wait anymore. jusâ wanna feel you.â
âi know,â he chuckles, âpatience is a virtue, sweetheart.â
despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymoreâitâs been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. itâs loudâthe sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress.Â
âgodâfuck, suguruâth-there,â you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him.Â
youâve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like youâre his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls arenât home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. thereâs one common denominatorâthe way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth.Â
itâs exciting, maybe. at first, itâs scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, itâs something much more than thatâyou donât think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didnât.Â
they couldnât be suguruâwould never be suguru.Â
âthere, huh?â he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, âi know. i know how to fuck this pussyâmy pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think heâd care to learn? think heâd even try?â
âno,â you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, âno. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.â
ânghâsh-shit,â he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. itâs a little pride-inducing, the way youâre still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way youâre lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.
itâs a mess, itâs filthy the way thereâs a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.
itâs good, the way he makes you feelâhe can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.
âs-suguruâoh.â
âwhat, you gettinâ all fucked out on me? âm not even close yet, princess,â he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips.Â
and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nervesâyou sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.
âs-suguâclose, âm gonna cum a-againâso close,â you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you.Â
youâre closeâyou canât fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. itâs still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this timeâyour second high creeping up on you when you least expect it.Â
it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, âs so good. suguru, âm cumming. suguru, âs all for you.
every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate.Â
âf-fuck, baby,â he grunts, âsqueezinâ me so tightâsuch a tight fuckinâ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? âs bullshitângh.â
you donât answerâcanât answer, in fact. itâs all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. heâs still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. itâs almost too muchâit is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words.Â
ââs t-too much, suguâc-canât anymore,â you try, âcanât.â
âwhat?â he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, âyouâre tappinâ out on me already? but âm not even done yet, sweetheart. havenât even finished yetâdonât tell me youâre already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriendâs stamina if you canât even take an old man like me?â
âc-canât take anyone but you,â you sob, âjusâ youâonly you. promise.â
âyeah? you swear?â
âuh huh. jusâ you, suguâdonâ want anyone else. wonât fuck me the same.â
âatta girl,â he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, âthatâs what i thought. make sure you donât forget, okay?â
âfuck, suguruââmâŠg-gonnaâŠâ
âgonna what? cum? youâre cumming again?â you nod at thatâhe grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like thatâhair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguruâthe guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans.Â
âi-iâmâfuck, fuck, fuck,â you canât form sentences anymore as you cumâagain. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock.Â
it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, âbaby, fuckââm gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, havenât you?â
âyes, yesâyours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,â you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. âwanna be yours.â
you can feel himâfeel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over youâjust barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how youâre his, how youâll always only be his.Â
âmine,â he grits, âyouâre fuckinâ mineâsee how youâre suckinâ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? âs cause youâre mine.â
his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek.Â
âso,â he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, âstill think you need someone with more stamina? someone whoâll fuck you betterââ
âgod,â you groan, slapping his shoulder, âwill you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didnât you?â
âno,â he murmurs, pecking your lips, âstill wanna hear it some more.â
âyour ego needs a reality check,â you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, âthink iâve fed it plenty all night.â
âactually, i think you crushed it,â he pouts theatrically, âtalking about some asshole who doesnât care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,â he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.
âthey think i donât know how to talk to men,â you snort, âimagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.â
âhey,â he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside youâhe pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. itâs so wrongâlying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing youâve ever done right. âage is nothing but a number, sweetheart.â
if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them
do not comment about a part 2 !!!!!!!!!!
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stepbro!rafe tricking you (being innocent) that he needs help but actually you cockwarm him and you ask him why you feel so weird on your privatparts and he just talks with you through it until he just cums inside you cause he couldnât take it anymore
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âLock the door behind you.â Rafeâs voice said quietly as you patted into the bedroom.
You wondered why your step-brother wanted the door locked to watch a movie, but didnât say anything as he always told you he knew best. Kicking off your furry slippers, you happily climbed into the bed where he was waiting.
âWhat movie are we watching Rafey?â You asked cutely, voice soft as you snuggled next to him. Your heavy tits pressed against his bicep as you looked up at him with curious eyes.
The ache ran straight to his cock as he glanced down at you. You were the fucking prettiest thing with your long eyelashes, full lips and gorgeous little body. He absolutely had to have you and he knew you would do anything to make him happy.
âWhatever you want sweetness.â He told you.
Your eyes widened at this as Rafe hardly ever let you pick. You eagerly grabbed the remote and began shuffling through one streaming app to another, not realizing your step-brother was getting a little impatient. The way you were wiggling around as you babbled on about how you couldnât decide was making Rafeâs cock swell. Your tits bouncing with each little movement you made, nearly spilling out of the tiny silk tank top you wore.
Grabbing your hips, he sat you down in his lap to be still, not caring about the kitten like whine that left your mouth. âSit still and pick the fucking movie. Yeah?â He said roughly.
You nodded with a bratty frown, as you finally picked the Cinderella Story. You snuggled your back further into Rafeâs chest, your ass resting snugly between his spread legs. He reached over to turn the lamp off, making the room dark except from the girly movie playing. Your eyes engrossed into the shit that he could care less about, as he leaned back against the pillows.
Half way through the movie, you didnât even realize the large tip of your step-brotherâs cock was poking at your entrance. You had been so focused on the screen that Rafeâs hands pulling your shorts aside hasnât even crossed your mind.
âRafey what are you-..â Your voice turning into a whimper as he pushed his cock into your warm cunt.
âHush and watch your movie. You are gonna help me. Okay? You love helping your big bro donât you?â He whispered in your ear.
He was right. You did love helping him. So you sat there and took it like a good step-sister. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, all while your princess parts felt so full. Rafe had you right where he wanted. Tight little cunt fluttering around his fat length as he held you still, warming his cock in the process. He couldnât help but let out a small groan as he had never felt anything so incredible.
âRafey-why do you feel so weird?â Your voice shaky as you unknowingly soaked his cock.
âShhh- sweetness. You just sit on my cock like a good girl.â The older boy told you, hands coming down to hold your waist firmly. He was embarrassed to say how close he was to bursting inside of you, your pussy squeezing his dick in vice grip.
Little moans and whimpers left between your lips as the weird sensation just kept getting more intense. You knew somewhere in your mind that this was wrong but your step-brother knew best didnât he? You were helping him after all.
âShit.. sweet girl keep squeezing me like that.â Rafe grunted, each time your cunt clenched around him when he would move even slightly. The pride he was losing at the edge of already cumming inside of you, made him want squeeze your throat in frustration. How dare his step-sister have such an incredible pussy that made him want bust his load?
He couldnât hold back anymore, his hand instinctively coming to your throat to grab. You squeaked out his name, your smaller hand coming to rest on his as the warmth of something gooey shot up inside you.
âSuch a good little slut..â Rafe barely whispered. âI mean helper. Such a good little helper.â
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18+ MINORS DNI 18+
Thinking about helping your frat bro sober up after having gotten black out drunk, something that starts off as a kind gesture - a way to ensure heâll make it to his classes in the morning but quickly turns into a crude prank when he jokingly says heâll piss himself if he drinks anymore water.
Suddenly youâre tipping the water bottle to his lips and trying to figure out how much itâll take til he actually pisses himself, while also trying to remember if your phone is still in your pocket.
Once again he asks you to stop says heâs about to piss himself but you just ignore him while promoting him to drink whatâs left in the bottle, continuously reminding him he wonât be able to attend any classes in the morning if he isnât sober. You say it all with a shit eating grin on your face as your free hand fishes the phone out of your pants and the man canât do anything else but comply, eyes half lidded cheeks flushed and eagerly downing whateverâs in the bottle like a man parched.
Suddenly though, thereâs an urgent look on his face as he tries to push you away, says he needs to go, to move the fuck out of the way, but you just tell him itâs okay to calm down, smile growing bigger while pressing down the most sensitive parts of his stomach.
Thereâs a noise of protest, something along the line of stop man- going ah going to piss myself rolling off his lips as his hand frantically tries to push you away from him. But heâs still drunk, limbs still weak, cant find the strength to push you away from him.
You just continue to press down on his stomach, watching his bleary eyes turn wide, puffy wet lips trying to utter protests you no longer can make out.
Slowly but surely a steady stream makes its way down his pants, with the sweet thing looking absolutely horrified but unable to do anything to stop himself from pissing his pants.
So pretty you think to yourself as you lean closer, to the other man, eyes trailing over his tear streaked cheeks down to where he practically sits in his own piss, all while eagerly drinking in the sounds of the whimpers and whines escaping his lips.
The phone that was supposed to be recording the prank long forgotten on the bed, practically falling off the edge as you lean even closer, now just an inch or two away from his face and when you go to speak you canât help but shame him, fuck dude did you actually piss your pants? You say as if you werent the cause of this, and laugh in his face, even going as far at to flick his wet cock through his pants.
Suddenly he tackles you to bed, face countered in anger and threatening to punch you in the face if you donât stop laughing at him,but all you can focus on is the way his wet crotch is pressing onto your own, and the way his attempts at keeping you pinned to the mattress is causing him to directly grind down on your cock, and soon enough he realizes it himself, his eyes falling onto the damp spot heâs caused on your pants, hips instantly halting their movements.
Instead of mirroring the horrified look on his face you flash him a shit eating grin as you thrust your hips up into him âGo on,â you say eyes flicking down to his half hard cock pressing against his soaked pants â I know you want it,â
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omegaverse au where everyone immediately knows SQQ is different because his scent is suddenly much lighter than its ever been. no one ever realized how unhappy and stressed the peak lord smelled until all of the sudden it became neutral or even at times.. HAPPY? because SY took over. SY ofc doesnât notice this, and SQH holds it over his head eventually, like bro you were NOT slick.
maybe like half of why everyone was so mean to SJ was because his panic pheromones put them on edge but it was so constant they didnât realize he was in fight or flight lol. SJ definitely had some kind of pheromone disorder after all the trauma he went through, maybe unable to control them very well. once SY took over, he was never able to hide how excited he was at seeing binghe or some cool monsters or whatever. He would get OOC point deductions out of nowhere and wouldnât understand why!
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đ Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.
đ A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.
W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking đ
Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.
You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.
And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!
And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.
As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!
As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........
Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.
As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.
And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.
Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.
And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.
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so high school
"touch me while your bros play grand theft auto"
pairings: gamer leo valdez x fem!reader
warnings/tags: smut (18+), thigh riding, protected sex (practice safe sex guys), dirty talk, multiple orgasms
summary: you interrupt leo while he's gaming looking for cuddles, but you end up getting a lot more than you bargained for.
"leoooo," you called out, sticking your head past the doorway to peer into your boyfriend's bedroom.
he was sitting on the edge of his bed, the faint sound of gunshots coming from his headset as he mashed the buttons on the controller in his hands. he was staring at the television mounted on the wall with rapt attention, completely unaware of your presence in the room.
sighing, you scuttled over to him, gently nudging his right arm upwards so you could slide underneath. he barely even reacted as you settled yourself across his lap while facing him, wrapping your arms around his torso and settling your chin onto his shoulder.
a few seconds passed before he really realized what you were doing, his focus finally switching from the game to you. momentarily pausing his button mashing, leo used one of his hands to take off his headset so he could hear you if you decided to speak, tossing it onto a nearby bean bag before resuming his hold on the controller.
he didn't say anything, but still acknowledged you by nestling his chin in the crook of your neck over your shoulder. your hands ran up and down his back in slow circles, the muscles of his arms flexing over yours as he continued to play the game. he was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his curly hair tickling the side of your face. you were wearing nothing but an oversized shirt of his and a pair of plain white panties, and the material of his sweatpants was soft against your bare legs.
after a minute or two of simply sitting in his lap, you began to grow restless, wanting even more attention from your boyfriend than he was currently giving you. your mind began to drift back to when you'd been in a similar position to this only a few days prior, heat pooling in your stomach at the memory of you riding him.
tired of the lack of action, you shuffled backwards a bit and began to press kisses to his neck, grinding your hips down gently as you did so. that got his attention. he tilted his head to the side to give you better access, and you could feel him begin to stiffen slightly under your core.
"i wanna play, leo," you whispered, nipping the shell of his ear playfully.
"i didn't know you liked gta-"
"ÂĄ wanna play with you, not the game," you pouted, slapping his arm lightly when he flashed you a mischievous grin.
"lemme finish this mission, and then we can do whatever you want, okay?" you let out a whine at his answer, not wanting to have to wait any longer. he chuckled at your reaction, using one of his hands to shift you in his lap so you were straddling one of his thick thighs. "use me, baby."
you felt him tense his thigh beneath you, letting out a low whine as you began to move back and forth, the pressure on your clit sending jolts of pleasure through you. your pants filled the air as you moved faster and faster, hands gripping him for balance.
although you could feel the pressure start to build in your core, you were getting a little tired, body aching from the effort. you were just about to say something when leo finally finished the mission and tossed the controller away, immediately sliding his hands up the bottom of your (his) shirt to grip your bare hips. you didn't even have to ask for what you needed, his strong hands guiding your movements to help bring you to the precipice.
"does my thigh feel good, princesa?"
you bite your lip and nod in response, lashes fluttering as you began to near your peak. the damp cloth of your panties rubbed deliciously against your swollen nub, and you were almost positive that when you pulled away, there would be a wet patch on his grey sweatpants.
noticing how close you were, leo's hand slid across your abdomen, his thumb immediately finding your clit. his finger moved expertly against you, and before you knew it, you were crying out, white hot pleasure shooting through you as you crashed over the edge.
the hand that was holding your hip moved to the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin there as you rode out your high. when you finally came down, leo leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, smiling against you when he felt you shudder from overstimulation.
his eyes were clouded with lust when he finally pulled away, his hand raising to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "feelin' up for another round? if not, I can take care of it myself."
your gaze flickered down to where his sweatpants were tented, your post-orgasmic haze fading almost immediately when you realized how painfully hard he was. waves of excitement and arousal shot through you as you shook your head vehemently, more than ready to take him. "no, i wanna keep going."
he searched your eyes for a moment before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, his hands finding your hips immediately afterwards to flip you over so you were laying on the bed. A chill ran down your spine when the cool air brushed against your warm skin, only a little embarrassed at how wet you were when leo slid your ruined panties down your legs.
your lower lips were coated with your arousal, and leo swore quietly when he slid a finger through the damp folds. "damn, you're so fuckin' wet y/n."
"please, leo," you pleaded, wiggling your hips a bit when he didn't make a move to remove any of his clothing. you were all but aching with the need to feel him inside of you as soon as possible. "i'm ready."
"you sure? i haven't prepped you yet," he warned, his gaze a mixture of lust and concern as he stared into your eyes. you nodded confidently in response, your boyfriend only relenting when you gave him verbal confirmation that you'd be fine.
after sliding down his sweatpants and underwear and quickly rolling on a condom, leo crawled between your thighs, rubbing his cock between your wet folds to gather some of the slick there. he intentionally bumped your clit a few times as he did so, causing your breath to hitch as you wrapped your ankles around him.
"ready to take me, corazĂłn?" he questioned, lining himself up with your dripping entrance before slipping inside in one quick motion after your consent. both of you moaned when he slid in to the hilt, the stretch from the size of him burning deliciously. "fuck, how are you always this tight? it's like you were made for me."
"i'm all yours, leo," you exhaled, both of you groaning when he finally began to move. his thrusts were slow but powerful, his pleasure wracking your body as he slid in and out. his cock filled you to the brim, hitting all of the right places as your second orgasm began to creep up on you impressively fast.
"close already?" he grunted, a small smirk on his lips. your cries grew louder as he began to speed up, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips as your walls began to flutter around him. "you're doing so good, mi amor, taking me so well."
"h-harder, i'm close," you begged, crying out when he obliged. his hips snapped against yours, one of his hands slipping down to play with your clit as your moans grew louder and louder.
the pleasure coiled in your gut, almost at the tipping point when he leaned down to growl in your ear, "cum for me like a good girl."
your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as bliss overtook you, pleasure wracking your body as leo fucked you through your orgasm. his thrusts started to become stuttered and uneven, and his hips stilled as he grunted and spilled into the condom after a few final thrusts.
the two of you laid there for a moment, your uneven breathing the only sound in the now silent room. leo wiped a few strands of your sweaty hair away from your forehead so he could press a gentle kiss there, sliding out of you so he could discard the used condom.
your body is tired and sweaty when he slips his strong arms beneath your shoulders and knees, picking you up bridal style and making his way towards the bathroom. you yelped and laced your arms around his neck, his bare chest rumbling with laughter when you asked him where you were going.
"gotta get you cleaned up, right?"
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FRIENDS TO LOVERS â [KNB]
characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorimaâs, toxicity (itâs hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here
aomine daiki â¶
aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. youâre working on homework thatâs due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that youâll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but itâs nearing eight and youâre still hunched over a problem set.
aomine groans loudly, âare you even close to being done?â
you move one headphone cup off. âi would be closer if you didnât interrupt me every ten minutes.â
âi didnât ask to hang out just to sit around.â
you roll your eyes. âyou can go if you want, daiki.â
he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. âwhyâre you even doing this? sânot due âtil friday.â
âsome of us want to be good students.â you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.
a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. âhey!â you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. âgive it back, daiki.â
âno, you said youâd be done, like, two hours ago.â
âi swear iâm almost done!â you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.
âno.â he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that youâre thinking. heâs sure youâre going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he canât say why.
what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; thereâs something so⊠heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.
âdaiki,â you say softly. itâs almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and heâs watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like theyâre on fire.
he doesnât even realize what heâs doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. âha!â you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, âone more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?â
he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.
midorima shintarou â¶
takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. âwhat about this?â
âtakao, what about that screams âmidorima shintarou?ââ
takao shrugs. âi donât know, maybe itâll be december 25thâs lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?â
âno, thatâs why he listens every morning when it airs,â you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.
the two of you have been shopping all day for midorimaâs christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. heâs a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the âgreyâs anatomy incidentâ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.
âweâve been walking all day!â takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. âwould you be okay with that?â
âiâd eat you right now if youâd let me.â
you snort, âhard pass. come on.â
the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what heâll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see heâs not looking at the menu.
you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. âwhat?â you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. âdo i look bad or something?â
âis that shin-chanâs sweater?â
fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. itâs insanely soft â a mix of gray wool and cashmere â not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, âwear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts donât count.â
you internally groan. you donât need takao on your ass again about whether or not youâre sure you and midorima arenât dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you havenât given him a certain yes or no is because⊠you donât really know yourself.
you donât have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you shouldâve found the watch.)
âoh! shin-chan!â takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. âwe were just talking aboutââ takaoâs stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorimaâs wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, âshin-chan, is that their hair tie?â
hanamiya makoto â¶
hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara are prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.
hanamiya doesnât even turn around as he growls, âcan you two shut up?â
to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. âwho pissed in your cereal, captain?â
furihara drones, âyou were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.â
hanamiya doesnât reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. âfuck off.â
hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, âdoes this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?â
hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. âfor now,â he says, slamming his locker shut.
âyou got a plan, captain?â asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.
âwhen do i not?â
âââ
you greet hanamiyaâs mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiyaâs in his bedroom and that you could go right up.
you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.
hanamiyaâs sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know heâs not really reading the material. heâll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. âyou look like shit.â
usually, you could banter with him. itâs why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiyaâs sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like âstill better than you,â but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.
hanamiyaâs simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. âwhyâre you crying?â
you sniffle and tell him that the guy youâve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldnât work and he was sorry and⊠thatâs all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.
hanamiyaâs brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, âi told you i didnât like that guy. fuck him.â
you sink into his arms. âyeah,â you mutter, âfuck him.â
as you relax against him, hanamiya canât help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesnât deserve anything from you.
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Hey can you do one where the reader has a crush on Matt.She is very much giving heart eyes and tries to do anything to make him happy.Matt being oblivious complains to his brother about it.Nick and Chris smack some sense into him saying how lucky he is to have someone like us care about him.Matt disagrees and the reader hears this causing her to stop not wanting to make him uncomfortable.Matt misses the way things use to be and gets jealous when learning the reader is going out on a date.At the end they have an argument and he tells her how he really feels.Lots of angst in the beginning fluff towards the end please!!
OVERBEARING - m. sturniolo
warnings: slight cursing, angst at start, fluff at the end
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you couldnât deny it anymore. and you dont think it went unnoticed either.
the lingering gazes, to the more than normal laughter at his jokes, or the constant acts of service. how you were willing to do anything for him. just him.
matthew sturniolo.
you thought your constant need to be near him was just you wanting to be better friends. that was until your feelings started growing stronger.
ây/n, helloo.â
you brought your attention to the voice you found yourself loving so much.
âsorry, what?â
âi asked if you could pass the remote.â matt repeated while settling down beside you on the couch. you nodded and reached over to grab the remote to hand it to him. it was around 1 AM, and it was just the two of you. nick and chris had went to their rooms while you and matt decided to watch a movie.
âwant me to get you a blanket?â you whispered as matt stared at the screen to the opening of the movie.
âno, im good.â matt says. you nodded and turned your head towards the movie. about five minutes or so passed when you asked another question.
âhungry?â
ânope.â matt responds, adding a âpopâ to the p to exaggerate his response. you mumbled an âokayâ. a few beats of silence passed before once again, you asked.
âare you sure-â
ây/n, please mâ just trying to watch the movie in peace.â matt sighed. he was getting frustrated by the second. after a long day of filming with his relatively loud brothers, the only sounds he wanted to hear were the actors on the tv.
but this was only one example of your persistence. you were always clung to mattâs side. following him like a lost puppy at all times.
always there to cook him up a meal after his long day, willing to do any of his chores that he just didnât feel like doing, even soothing him to sleep on those tough nights where everything went blank.
nick would sometimes make fun of matt. it almost seemed like you were his mother with the way you acted. but thats not what you were trying to come off as. you simply just had a lot of love for the boy that you werenât really ready to confess yet.
but for matt? he didnât see your clinginess as a good thing, in fact he began to hate it once nick pointed it out.
on one particular day matt decided to bring it up to his brothers while they were in nickâs room.
âi just donât get it, like sheâs just always there.â matt says while pacing around the room.
âis that a bad thing?â nick asks while organizing the clothes in his closet.
âi mean it wouldnât be if she didnât act like im some sort of child.â matt sighed while plopping down at the edge of the bed.
âi dunno, iâd love to have someone like y/n. she literally does everything for you bro.â chris laughs while slightly nudging matt.
âyeah..â nick yells from his closet. âdonât know why youâre bitchinâ bout it sheâs literally helps you with likeâŠâ nick took a pause to think. âeverything!â
matt scoffs before shaking his head. âyeah well itâs nice before it gets fucking unbearable.â
unbeknownst to matt, you could hear this whole conversation. you had came to drop off some food for the triplets, and since you had an extra key you went straight in. now you wouldâve made yourself known until you realized you were the topic of their conversation.
to say you were hurt from matts words was an understatement. you quickly rushed out of the house, tears streaming down your face recounting every scenario where you were overbearing.
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hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. matt hadnât heard from you in a while. he expected to wake up to your daily morning texts, but nothing. after he shrugged that off he expected you to come over like you usually did. but once again, you didnât.
he found himself longing for your presence more than he ever did.
you both went no contact until you came over, seeking nicks assistance since you had a date that night in hopes that your little crush on matt would subside.
you had went the whole time without speaking to the brunette. opting for a simple âheyâ. matt was confused. why were you suddenly so distant? sure he wanted space at times but this is not what he had in mind.
matt finally snapped when you attempted rushing out their house, bidding matt goodbye with a meek âsee yaâ.
matt rose from his spot on the catch before making his way towards you. âare you gonna tell me whatâs going on, or are you gonna keep avoiding me?â matt said while crossing his arms on his chest.
you could only roll your eyes before slipping your shoes on. âi dont know what youâre talking about, but i have to go.â you spat harshly before spinning on your heel.
âwoah, whatâs up with you?â matt yelled, shocked at your sudden anger towards him. he pulled you back by your wrist so you could face him.
âyâknow if you found me âoverbearingâ you couldâve just told me.â
thats when everything came back to matt. instant regret washed over him as he gazed upon your solemn expression. the same eyes that used to hold so much adoration for him now hollow.
âiâm so sorry y/n. i know theres no excuse to what i said but i was just being stupid.â matt sighed while running a hand down his face. âyouâre far from overbearing, in fact i...i really miss you.â
âreally?â you mumbled while your facial expression softened. matt nodded before embracing you in a tight hug to which you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his waist. your date long forgotten.
âyouâre amazing the way you are, and im sorry if i made it seem any other way.â
you smiled at matts words before leaning up to look at him. âjust tell me next time, okay?â matt smiled and lightly pecked the side of your temple. happy to have finally gotten you back.
the version of you he loved.
and the version of you he would always cherish.
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A/N: sorry this shouldâve came out yesterday but i had to study for an exam. i have also been experiencing writers block but i have a new matt series in mind so stay on the look out for that!
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Hello! may i request a dr ratio fic where he randomly turns into an owl and now reader has to find a way to turn him back into a human, while reader finds a way, they take care of dr. owltio! its basically your typical "oh no my s/o turns into something and now i have to deal w it!" fanficđđ Ive seen silly tiktoks of veritas being an owl bc it resembles him so wellđ„čđ
A/n: I love those tiktoks sm bro đ They're so cute, I went to work on this as soon as I could. I hope I did this prompt justice, enjoy!
Contents: Veritas Ratio x GN! Reader, fluff, Owltio!
Words: 2465
âQuit your back talkingâ you scold, voice sharp as you whip around to glare at the bird on the table. Poised even in this fragile form, the big owl straightened its back, standing a little taller and letting out an accusatory âwhoooâ at you. Despite the mild irritation you felt, from almost hearing all he had to say in your mind in human tongue from his irritation of being turned into this, you couldnât help the way your face crumbled into a grin. Lifting a hand to rub the bridge of your nose, you take a moment to simply breathe and bask in the irony of the situation you find yourself in. Cackling you shook your head, trying to hide your amusement behind your hand, but the sound already reached the birdâs ears and he was already sauntering over to the edge of the desk as if to scold you for ânot taking this seriously enoughâ.Â
More coos came from him as you offered no response, but this time much less sharp but more defeated as his big wings stood half outstretched - itâs not everyday one gets turned into an animal, and Veritas was certainly not adapting swiftly to the clumsy yet deadly feet of this avian. His walk was awkward as he shuffled across the desk, his feathery back now turned to you as he looked for something.
Audibly letting out a soft âawhâ, you approach the desk again, muttering an apology to him. Your words are met with his head spinning around to look at you 180 degrees, cartoonishly funny and beyond amusing. âIâm sorry alright.. No need to go sulking about. Doubt youâd be able to do much like this anyway, and goodness knows Iâd burn in hell if I just left you- leaving you like this'' you cackle a little as you reach out to rub the top of his head. He ducks away, so you leave him be. âI will help you out, okay? Weâre in this together, but youâll have to be a little more cooperative with me, Veritasâ
He looks at you, clicking his little beak as he swishes his way to another corner of the desk, flapping his wings, and only then do you realize just how hot it was in the room, a warm breath of air making the layers of clothes stick to you like second skin. It must be no better for him with all those feathers. âLucky you, Iâm off work for the rest of the day. How about we get you a bath, hm?â
 Just like before, the owlâs head turned around, but this time its big eyes looked at you in a way they appeared to praise you for such a fantastic idea. Ever the person to not ask for help, had you not asked, the owl would have stayed here to swelter in the heat. âYou like that, hm?â you coo at him, unable to hold back the mirth you found in the way he behaved - it is still a mystery for how long heâll stay in this form, so itâs best to enjoy every moment while you could.
âSometimes I wonder if you love those baths more than you even love meâ you say out loud, holding your arm outstretched so the big bird can hop onto your forearm, you see itâs feathery ears perking, and another angry 'hooooo' went flying out from him, his chest puffing out in defense, scolding you for even posing such a stupid statement while he canât verbally refute it. Sure, the doctor never directly spoke of his affections for you, but it should be without a doubt he favors you in more ways than one, and he definitely loves you more than his baths.
Nonetheless, you respond to his noise with a small smile as you carry him to the bathroom, a low hum coming forth from your throat as the silence due to the absence of his voice feels odd. You never realized before how much his voice filled your every day, specifically at home, although the silence between the two of you as you relaxed or went about your own thing wasnât rare either.Â
As the water began to fill the tub, Veritas found his purchase on one edge, watching as the water swirled inside, cool and radiating, tempting him to simply hop in right away. Not wanting to risk him drowning, you stopped the water from filling the tub whole, leaving enough water for him to sit comfortably in. âYou need help getting in?â you asked as you looked at the big owl who, without a word(well, sound), hopped into the water, big wings spreading across as much as the tub would allow them to go. Water engulfed him from all sides as he splashed and dove his head swiftly underneath the water before coming up to shake the water off his face. Chuckling, you crouched down and rested your arms on the edge, one arm extending lower so the fingers could touch the water and flick some water on your beloved lover-turned-bird.
âWHOOâ he says, a light gurgle in his howl as water splashed into his beak, prompting him to give a fast shake of his head. Now soaked and finally cool, he let his wings simply hang in the water with only his head bobbing on the waterâs surface. It was like a purr, his next sound, a soft little âhuuuuâ as he let his big eyes fall shut as the coolness licked up his feathers.
âI suppose this will have to become the new routine, until we can get you to turn back, that isâ you comment as you look around for that one thing you never saw Ratioâs bath go without. The little duck floatie wasnât too far off, standing on one of the shelves beside the bathtub, watching over the precious bathtub like a little guard before you retrieved it to sit beside Veritas. He looked at the duckie, which looked much bigger than he remembered, then up at you, then back at the duckieâs googly eyes. A sigh followed as the bird went back to cleaning himself off, his tail flicking back and forth, spraying water at you.Â
Holding up your hand over your face in a frail attempt to shield yourself didnât deter Veritas from subtly (but not so subtly) trying to splash you with the cool water. From the flap of his wings and down to the swish of his big tail, the water came flying at you. You laugh after the initial splash hits you, in disbelief at his action but no less happy to see it happen. And in retaliation, you cup your hand in the water and splash him back. âDonât spray your water at me, you reek, you big bird!â you tease, earning a rather alarmed look from the bird before he dove down under the surface, fluffing his feathers as he came onto the surface to ruffle them. He yelled at you, bopping over to where you were and nudged at your hand.Â
âYou want me to wash you?â you guessed, and you guessed right as the next cry was more urgent as he extended one clawed leg up to grab around your fingers and draw you in. âOh, yes, we canât have you stinking up the place, no sir. If we do, then whoâs to say we wonât have someone knocking on our doors to ask about the smellâ you keep up your playful demeanor, fully knowing you will earn another earful from Veritas once his beak is turned back to human mouth. You giggle nonetheless, reaching your hand to begin and rub into his feathers. âI should go get you some bird-safe soap too, I donât want to risk it with the soap we haveâ You tell him, and he seems understanding enough, a soft coo meeting your ears as a reply.
So many thoughts swirled in your head as you thought of the way you carefully had to handle his wings and the ways to help him turn back to his normal self. Ideas fell short from reality, sending you back to square one. Bringing this situation up to some of the higher ups at the Intelligentsia Guild seemed as the most plausible idea, while simultaneously being something that would most likely earn dislike from your lover here. While you took time to think of possible ways to help him, you could only hope that prolonged transformation like this had no dire side effects.
Three days flew by quickly. Books piled up on your desk and around the house, and the Guild has provided quite some solutions to your little problem - they were eager to get the genius back in their midst, but you only wanted to get Veritas out of this form.Â
The weird food concoctions you had to feed the poor man(bird) made you feel sick, but he took it like a champion, only sighing, inhaling and then eating the food. Sometimes heâd fly around the rooms to get his exercise in, or to distract himself from the horrid tasting food; sometimes heâd wait for you around the kitchen to give him a sweeter tasting thing to cleanse his pallet, and other times heâd simply nap. You found out he slept a lot during the day, reminding you of cats. Your own sleeping schedule had gone to ruins and that was no fault of his - you simply wanted to help him where you could and spend time with him, entertaining him or feeding him.Â
Yet, you couldnât deny that the poor sleep has quickly caught up to you as you stifle another yawn. Now it was your time to relax in the bath, and the water did wonders to your muscles and mind alike. Suds slid down your neck and dipped back into the water as you sat down the scrubby sponge down aside in favor of resting, submerged up to the chin in the bubbly water.
No wonder he liked baths so much, you think, mind blanking otherwise. A distant flutter barely made your mind perk, until the small clink of claws on the bathâs edge had you flinching.Â
âVeritas!- Didnât I say that you should at least chirp if you fly towards meâ With a small sigh you relax again. For all his big wings, he still flew as silently as the breath of the breeze. Youâd never get used to it. âDo you need anything, I'm afraid I can't help you right away, Iâm a bit busy nowâ you mutter, your lower lip touching the water before you tilt your head up at him. His owlish eyes looked at the water, then at you, before he performed a small hop, landing on your knees that barely touched the surface of the water. âWant to join me, huh..? You know, you really shouldnât, this isnât that bird shampoo I bought for youâ Veritas puffs his feathers in defiance, noting how the water was now deep, but with you a breath away, he let himself fall in. The suds rising and sticking to his feathers. He cooed and squawked, flapping his wings and splashing the water.Â
You quickly dipped your hands underneath, finding his clawed feet and offering him purchase so he doesnât struggle, even if his big wings did a great job at keeping him afloat. There could never be a lack of caution,Â
âRatiooooâ you whined, frowning and preparing to give him an earful before the weight in your hands grew tenfold, a sudden flicker and a flash of light blinding you to what actually happened in that fragment of a moment. Gasping you felt some water splash into your nose and mouth, the chemical taste of soap making your frown and hiss while the water being splashed over the floor alarmed you to no end.
âOw-!â you winced, pulling your hands back from underneath the weight. Coughing resonated in the room, and this time it didnât come from you.
âVeritas!?â Without even seeing him you recognized him, the mere sound of his coughs being enough to make your heart spring with mirth and a sense of triumph. You pushed back, the bathtub suddenly becoming too crowded, and looked up at him. Water dripped down his body, and before he could reply, his knee caught onto the slippery side of the tub, gravity pulling him down into the water and over you. Water splashed more, but you could only open your arms to catch him.
One had slipped underneath you, holding your upper back while the other held onto the edge of the tub to keep himself from falling any lower. He cleared his throat, blinking the water from his eyes. As you cheered his name and held him so closely, he couldnât help but feel embarrassed, his cheeks struggling to fight the blush from rising up to them. Despite the initial shock and a wave of frustration that the soapy water caused by irritating his eyes, he couldnât help but bask in the pure mirth you oozed. A childish joy that could stifle even his irritation - especially his.Â
âVERITAS!â You cheered, all fatigue leaving your body as you held him again, your fingers not meeting the feathers but smooth and wet skin of his muscled back. His wet hair stuck to his forehead and a few stray hairs poked at his eyelids until he pushed his hair back. His mind reeled at the sudden loss of his much lighter form, and far more complicated one. Although he yearned to be human again for all the time he spent in his owl form, now he found it weird to feel fingers at the ends of his arms again. But what he had missed the most was this hold around his shoulders.Â
âIT WORKED! Youâre back, finally!â Your voice rang in his ears, reminding him of the ugly taste on his tongue and the shame he felt when you brought him into the HQ of the Guild, him perched on your shoulder and standing taller than the others - as always.Â
âI told you- I-â he sputtered, but only groaned as words failed to form on his tongue. Has he gone mute from only cooing and howling? âPftt..â he chuckled, low and raspy as he pushed himself back, reeling you back with him to properly sit in the bath. He watched you lean back for only a few moments, your big smile forming the apples of your cheeks while your wet palm cupped his cheek. It made his breath hitch, and heâd be damned to admit, but he was sure his heart skipped a beat as well. Not wasting another moment, he pulled your back into his embrace, his face hidden away over your shoulder.
âYouâre enjoying this far too muchâ Veritas spoke, even as a smile stretched across his features.
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Iâm not sure if Iâve said this one already or not, but I wanted to tell you anyways! Itâs about the humans-are-not-hylians AU!
You know the uncanny valley evolution? That thing where when you look at something that resembles a living being too closely and some part of your mind is screaming that itâs not whatever it looks like and to get away from it? Imagine that with the reader! They can spot shapeshifters easily because of this, but it instills the same extreme primal fear weâd experience, so it might be hard for the reader to confront them at first and theyâll instead just tell the Chain for a while.
This might be a double edged sword, though, because when Twilight is in his wolf form, the reader still gets that same feeling when âWolfieâ is looking at them, whether or not they know itâs Twilight. In this case, the first time the reader spots Wolfie approaching the camp, they probably freak out and try to avoid him, even if the Links are okay with him or if he seems familiar to them.
The bottom line is that wolf isnât a wolf, so what is he?
âItâs okay, heâs a really friendly wolf!â
â...Thatâs not a wolf...â
Sorry i took forever to respond!! im slow as always, life is too busy for even my hobbies lately sobs đ
bro this is especially true bc someone looked back at TP games and how he looks in his âwolfâ form, and apparently he is actually a dog lol - like at most a wolf-hybrid, i added this in to support this Hyrule-is-hella-Uncanny AU lol
Moon: Guide! - Gender Neutral/Masc!Reader (âyouâ/he/him)
Orbit: Short headcanons
Stars: mentions of most of our Links <3
Comets & Meteors: CWs: typical LU/Loz violence, mild swearing, etc & TWs: mild possible derealization trigger, talk of Linkâs Awakening and Koholint.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
The Yiga clan members have never fooled you, not Once in person, unlike back when hyrule was still a video game
it was the constant smell of bananas, the way their eyes were always a little unfocused or they moved their head to move around their eyes, rather than their actual pupils moving, the facial muscles all stiff, usually stuck in an uncomfortable smile-
it makes more sense once u realize that they technically have a mask under that glamour hylian face, but its never not hilarious to see Wild look over his shoulder at you before approaching a lone traveler on the roads and watch him get increasingly frantic to get ur attention to see if theyre yiga lmao
u bet ur ass every link was relying on you on their adventures to know shapeshifters/illusions/glamours/etc. on sight and tell them to better prep them/warn them
tbh they all got at least a little better at being able to tell the difference the longer they heard you point out stuff/talk abt exactly why it was off-putting
(that said some of ur heroes are better at it than others, both in general, and certain aspects of it: like Twilight isnât able to pick up illusions/glamours for the life of him, literally, sometimes, but he is more likely to figure out shapeshifters by scent after you Guided him)
(no, your heart didnt crack a little after learning that the boys had a harder time with deceit after you stopped playing the game = âwere forced to leave after their adventureâ bc while they were better at detecting it, they werent on ur human level yet..)
(âŠthe only deception you ever really fell for was Koholint. It was so painful too, because Legend quietly disclosed to you one late night that you would constantly get strange feelings/uncanny disturbances, but were never able to put a name to it for him, which both made you jumpy/paranoid on the island, but made him regret ever letting his guard down all the more or feel guilty for what felt like dismissing ur instincts the more he relaxed⊠Legend never doubted your sense for the uncanny ever again. He takes it seriously every time now.
When you feel as if you should apologize, he tells u not to, that these days he takes comfort in it actually, it makes him feel safer. Legend looks to your face for confirmation that something isnât a dream, and if you look at ease, so is he.)
its the way you casually laugh at Twi being called âWolfieâ when heâs obviously a wolf-dog hybrid or just a big dog
and when everyones confused u just explain smth smth, wolf heads are larger in comparison to their body, their legs are narrow, their paws are big, dogs are like the oppposite, or way more proportional like âWolfieâ is, dogs bob around when they run like âwolfieâ, and have shorter legs,
smth smth wolves cant have eye colors like blue, only dogs/wolf-dog hybrids can silly-
and Wolfie is just like, đ đ đ
turning around and walking away, bc hylias knotted fucking braid- he really cant escape the dog accusations now, you literally used ur freaky truth-seeing instinct and read his shapeshifter ass from head to literal toe/paw-
Wild/Hyrule look fascinated, Wind and Legend cant breath theyre laughing so hard, Time is coughing suspiciously into his fist and pops back up smirking, Four is laughing but also encouraging you to keep going, Sky is desperately trying to keep it together while also trying to get Twi to come back lmao, Wars is literally pointing and laughing ashkljdl-
ok but Twi gets his revenge later by tricking you into yapping abt how Hyrule/Four/Time all kind of look âoffâ sometimes too
like how u swear Rulie is glowing subtly when the moon is full, or how the world distorts behind his back sometimes,
or how Fourâs eyes change colors all the time, his fighting style looks like its rotating between 4 diff pplâs techniques,
or how Timeâs face wrinkles like smile lines/crows feet at the corner of his eyes will randomly appear and disappear, how heâll have some stubble one day then 3 days later despite having not shaven (u literally saw him wake up and do his morning routine) itâll disappear like it was never there in the first place-
and when Twi has stopped asking you abt the others as they all reel over the knowledge of what all u can tell abt them,
(ur quietly relieved no one asked abt Wild.
You resolve urself to just lie if anyone asks, even to Wild himself.)
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hey im alive!! im slow yknow how it is,
ive been doing too much, and i cant wait to be done with this class so i can have free time guilt free again đ„Č
god thats one good thing abt getting out of academia i dont miss and would only wish on my worst enemy,
the anxiety of doing smth, even necessary stuff like eating/sleeping/showering, and feeling liek you should be doing homework instead, god its so awful
cant wait to feel like an adult with my own life again lmao
that certification better work and get me a white collar job goddamit đ€
anyway, hope ur all having a good weekend,
and just to let u know, im so happy acc that im alive to see the first zelda game that actually follows what i originally thought the plot of zelda games was when i was a kid lmao
(zelda as the protag, saving link!!)
Peace out,
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#lu x reader#linked universe x reader#male reader#link x reader#lu x male reader#loz link x reader#linked universe male reader#moon asks#lu humans are not hylians au#hanh au#someone put that abbreviation in one of my asks and i got so hype#im so happy yall are using my uncanny inspired au name#thats why i made it that phrase acc#just Slightly unnerving#tbh itd be so fun of a concept if you hit the hylians/links as uncanny#like the other way around#be even funnier when they love you anyway bc its just#link: and heres my lovely husband#you- looking like a poorly disguised eldritch god: hi :)#every other hylian: pls dont smile with ur teeth at me#every link: yeah he does that but isn't he pretty in a divine kinda way-#(wind: so gay they cant even see straight)
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Shared Smoke pt. 1
(TW: 1nc3st, b1g br0 x l1l s1s, đ 1nt0x)
I kinda rushed thru this so lemme clear some things up: I havenât written since 8th grade on wattpad so pls dont kill me, thanks. Idk when Iâll be updating bc I have a really busy month đ
I loved my brother. No matter how much of a jerk he was, I loved him, so when I caught him digging through my drawer for money, it didnât bother me much.
âHey, kiddo, I was just⊠uh, looking for you!â my older brother lies. I look at him, unimpressed.
âYou were looking for me in my drawer?â I ask, glancing at my scattered panties. He freezes, realizing the mess he made. âI thought I saw a spider in here. Just making sure it was gone,â he stammers, but his twitchy movements give him away. I notice his withdrawals kicking in.
âLook, sis, Iâm sorry. I really need some cash. Got any I can borrow?â His voice is strained, and I know he has no intention of paying it back. âI donât have cash, bro,â I reply. âGave it to the needy.â
He groans, rubbing his temples. âCome on, lilâ sis, not even a few bucks?â His desperation is hard to ignore. âIâŠâ I hesitate, and he notices. He steps closer, his tone softening. âPlease, I wouldnât ask if it wasnât important. I need your help.â
âI⊠I donât have money, butâŠâ I struggle to meet his eyes. His eyes light up, sensing a chance. âBut what, sis?â
âI have some weedâŠâ I finally say. âWeed? Shit, thatâs perfect,â he says, relief washing over him. âYouâre a lifesaver.â His hand trembles as he reaches out. âCan I have some? Please? I promise I wonât smoke it hereâIâll go outside or something. You wonât even know.â
âSmoke it here⊠with me.â My brotherâs eyes widen, surprise quickly turning into a grin. âAre you serious?â he asks. âNot that Iâm complaining, but⊠what brought this on?â Weâve always kept our habits separate. But if Iâm offering now, who is he to refuse?
âGot a lighter, or should I grab mine?â
"I've got my stuff." I reply, bending over to look under my bed. He watches as I bend over to look under the bed, his eyes unconsciously trailing over my form. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the promise of getting high rather than his sibling's body. "Nice," he says, his voice a bit hoarse. "So, uh, where do you wanna to do this? Your room or mine?" He glances around, half-expecting our parents to burst in. Running a hand through his hair, he grins. âNever thought Iâd see the day youâd want to smoke with me, sis. Iâm kinda impressed.â
âWe can do it in my bedâŠâ I pull out my stash. âI⊠kinda need this high, too.â My brotherâs eyebrows shoot up. âOn your bed? Alright, cool,â he says, trying to sound casual. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. âYou need a high too, huh? Whatâs going on?â he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. âEverything okay?â Despite his own desperate need for a fix, he can't help but worry about his sibling. He leans forward, studying my face.
"Let's..." I bite my bottom lip, avoiding his question as I roll the joint. "...get high." I press the joint to his lips, and he looks surprised but takes it, inhaling deeply as I light it. Smoke fills the air, and he exhales, his body relaxing. "Fuck, that's good." He passes the joint back, a lazy smirk on his face. "Your turn," he says, his voice rough. "Didn't know you had it in you, sis."
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me, big brother,â I reply, taking a hit. His eyebrows shoot up, surprise and intrigue flickering across his face. He takes another drag, holding the smoke before exhaling slowly. âIs that right?â he says, his voice low. âSounds like thereâs a whole side to you Iâve never seen.â He watches me through half-lidded eyes, the smoke curling around my face. Thereâs something different about tonight, something that's making his skin tingle in a way that has nothing to do with the weed. âSo, what other secrets you been keeping from me?â he asks with a smirk. He leans back on his elbows, his body evident even through his clothes. "Cause I gotta say, I'm kinda digging this new side of you."
"Things you probably don't need to know." I reply softly, beginning to get high. I smile lazily, biting my bottom lip once more. "Fuck~ that feels good~"
My brotherâs eyes soften as he watches me take a hit, my words and actions igniting something primal within him. The weed is starting to kick in, making everything feel hazy and intense. "Oh yeah?" he says, his voice low and gravelly. "Maybe I wanna know those things, baby sis. Maybe I wanna know everything about you." He leans in closer, the scent of smoke and something uniquely me filling his senses. His lip quirks into a smirk as he notices me biting my bottom lip. "Feels good, huh?"
The tension in his body is melting away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation. He can't help but notice how raw I look right now, all relaxed and flushed.
"You look fucking hot like this, you know that?" The words slip out before he can stop them, fueled by the weed and the strange, electric atmosphere between them.
I laugh softly, playfully pushing him. "Don't say shit you don't mean, man!" His eyes widen at my playful push, a grin spreading across his face. "Who says I don't mean it? You're fucking beautiful, sis."
"Promise you're not saying that just because I'm your little sister?" I ask, blowing smoke on his face. He inhales the smoke I blow into his face, feeling it tingle pleasantly in his lungs. He holds it for a moment, then exhales slowly.
The high is starting to really hit him now, making his thoughts hazy and disjointed.
"No, I'm not," he says, shaking his head vehemently. His hair falls messily over his face as he leans in closer. "I've never seen you as just my little sister..." I gasp softly, the weed making me feel like this wasn't a big deal. I look at him, unsure of how to react.
My brotherâs heart races as I gasp softly, the weed making them both feel uninhibited and reckless. He can't believe he just confessed his true feelings like that, but the high has stripped away his usual caution. "What?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You never thought about it before? About us?"
"I... think we're both high." I reply. "Don't kill it, don't kill the vibe."
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Road Raging
Road rage induced Himbofication and Muscle Growth, hope y'all enjoy and Drive safe y'all! -Occam
Peter has been waiting at this light for just shy of ten minutes. He wouldnât normally mind but as he watches car after car blast past him only to merge back in ahead of him. After the fifth car does so he starts talking to himself just to prevent losing his cool. âItâs like no one knows how to drive! They all just think their time is more important than anyone elseâs I bet.âÂ
The light turns red once more and he rolls his eyes as he prepares to sit through another cycle. He turns up the podcast he had been listening to distract himself from the peaking irritation as cars begin to pass through the intersection. He checks his rearview and scoffs seeing the man behind him playing on his phone as they sit in traffic. âGod damnit, can we keep our eyes on the road? No wonder this cityâs going to shit with assholes like him driving.â He stares daggers into his mirror and as soon as he finishes the man behind him looks up and smirks almost as if he knows heâs being observed.
Peter in turn flinches and blushes, returning his eyes to the traffic ahead as any responsible driver should. He suddenly hears a car blasting through the traffic in the left lane , scowling as he is sure this jerk is going to try and skip the line. Sure enough he slows to an idle crawl as he nears Peterâs position in line. The guy throws on his blinker to hop into line. Rage begins to grow in Peterâs chest as the car approaches inching further ahead of the traffic by the second.
Peter averts his eyes from the road ahead to glare at the man who has wronged his fellow drivers, only to find himself intimidated by the specimen of man taking advantage of him. The car in front of him makes room for the approaching BMW and Peter, caught off guard, accidentally lets the titan of a man maneuver ahead of him in traffic. The man shoots Peter a smug smirk and a wink as he shifts his car into the gap in traffic, securely pushing himself ahead of him.
Meek man he may be, the rage in Peterâs small body overcomes him as this asshole edges in front. Heâs not going to let every muscle-brained bro just ignore him. He was not going to let this alpha asshole push him around. He lays on his horn as hard as he can and shouts any obscenity that comes to mind at the man ahead of him. In response the man only keeps up his arrogant expression, as he clearly has come out on top. He laughs at Peter as he mimes a blown kiss back at his overcome foe.
Peter screams loud enough that his voice even begins to grow hoarse as he continues to squirm in rage at the alpha man now squarely in front of him. He takes a quick breath and tries to calm down, suddenly shocked at letting himself act in such a vulgar manner. âGod what is taking this light so fucking long.â He says to himself, not hearing that his voice has lowered in pitch. Easy enough to blame that on all the shouting anyway.
Peter continues to sit in his car in wait, trying not to let his anger at the man in front of him boil over again. He realizes that heâs now sitting in silence. Wasnât he listening to something? He strains his mind trying to remember what he was occupying himself with not but a minute ago. Some NPR podcast starts playing through the static on his radio which for some reason starts to ignite his rage once more. Surely heâs not listening to that nerd-ass shit right? He slams his stereo a few times expecting it to just give in and play something else, it swiftly returns to static before his phone connects and starts playing the Eminem album he apparently had queued.
Suddenly the asshole behind him starts honking and Peter realizes the light has turned green. Itâs unlike him to be so oblivious, not that it matters though since the douche in front of him hasnât started going either. God the fuckers on the road these days. He flips off the man behind him for honking before returning his ire to the fucker in front of him. He starts to tailgate the BMW in his way, only leading the driver to glare at him, his eyes half-closed, dripping with dominance, demanding Peterâs submission.
Peterâs eyes glaze over as he makes direct eye contact, not even noticing as the light turns red once more, not even caring as he is to remain stuck in yet another cycle of traffic. His rage subsides as he stares at the man ahead of him, does he know this jerk? His rage completely gives way to confusion as he sits and struggles to even remember that he just blew up at the man in front of him. His stereo soothes him with music he feels deep in his chest should not be as nearly as comforting or familiar as it is.
He feels his arms briefly strain his shirt. Peter feels the sleeves stretch and nearly tear before they quickly dissolve leaving them still-growing arms barren. He starts subconsciously rapping alongside Slim, feeling confidence grow in his chest as the droll life of quiet irritation that he knows begins to feel unfamiliar. His arms and chest begin to pump up as he bops in his seat to the music. He feels his pecs quickly strain his shirt before it expands to fit them, the neckline dropping to allow everyone a view of his hard-earned pecs.
Pete feels the AC graze his now exposed chest and is taken aback, he breaks his gaze with the bro ahead of him and is overcome with shock at his body. He jumps as he sees how powerful his arms have become, triggering his seatbelt to force him back into his seat, squeezing his now shockingly powerful chest. He whispers to himself as his voice deepens even more, âthis canât be right, Iâm Iâve..â The music rises in volume trying to edge out any remaining thoughts of defiance. He feels the music reverberate through his chest, pumping it larger still, asserting that he is powerful. He once more makes eye contact with the man ahead of him and recognizes, oh, thatâs his bro yeah! He then turns his mind back to his body as he finds yet another aspect of his transformation, his car is beginning to smell as if it were a locker room as he begins to just pour out sweat.
Pete turns the AC even higher which only spreads his musk even more through the cabin. It almost immediately fills the whole of the car, as if heâs been using it as storage for dirty gym clothes for weeks. He blushes to himself as he wonders if this actually is the case. He desperately wants to question if he could possibly go to the gym enough for that to be a problem before he stares at his growing arm and flexes it. Bro all this time has been paying off huh. Pete smiles to himself as he basks in his own power.
The light turns green once more but this time the cross traffic has totally blocked his lane's ability to go. Further ahead of Pete and his bro a crowd of cars honk as are once more impeded. Pete feels like he too should be bothered by this but canât find it within himself to care all that much. He continues flexing in his seat as he feels his jaw squaring out and his bulge start to fill out his pants. He sniffs his pits as he tries to remember if heâs headed to the gym or on the way back from it, guffawing to himself as he realizes he forgot deodorant today. Not that he minds though, the gym smells rank anyway, might as well smell like him.
Excited at the idea of going to the gym once more Pete is suddenly preoccupied with the idea of getting there faster. His bro in front of him flexes back at him and smirks, almost in encouragement. Pete sees him mouth the words ârace yaâ and winks once more. Peteâs entire body tenses up and he discards his tank, tossing it in a pile of other sweat-stained shirts in his back seat. Heâs gotta beat his bro to the gym.
He feels a cap shape itself around his head as his hair shrinks into a short crew cut. Pete is far too gone to notice though, bathing in his own scent and compulsively flexing as he tries to brainstorm a way ahead of his bro. Slow as his mind now goes he guffaws once more as he lands on the perfect idea. Heâll just skip the line huhuh. Pete swerves out of the line he has been impatiently waiting in all this time and shoots past his bro who raises his chin at the challenge.
Possessed with self-superiority, Pete scans the line ahead looking for some meek nerd or hungry twink to let him in. Not too far ahead he sees a tired man glare at him through sunglasses, not knowing it is a reflection of a face he once had. Pete sneers at him, his smile perfect and white as if carved from marble. He raises his arm behind his head, briefly struggling to stretch the muscle justly. The other driver recoils in disdain at the sheer audacity of Pete forcing his car in front of him. He continues to stare as Pete continues to demand entry ahead. The glaring man who has never even done so much as curse under his breath at other drivers begins to feel a rage grow in his chest, a rage that Pete is all-too-eager to encourage. Wonât last too long anyway, just a little stepping stone to having another bro.
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the stalker neil gifs oh mmmmy god. he just can't HELP but give desperate dark best friend/nearby acquaintance even who is obsessed with you
oh we love a little stalker moment c:
warnings: panty stealing and sniffing, male masturbation, public(ish) sex, b&e, brief breeding kink, cnc kink (so basically it's dark!neil)
He didn't even have the patience to get home; he had to find a quiet, shadowy part of the park on his walk back, and just take a peek at the panties in his pocket.
A heavy sigh deflated his chest when he got a peek, his head falling back and his eyes shutting tight. They were just so cute, and he'd thought about them basically 24/7 since he saw them the first time.
He was lucky enough to say that the first time he saw this particular pair, it was on you. He still liked to tell himself that you'd wanted him to see them, or you wouldn't have bent over while wearing such a short skirt. Sure, he'd sort of... bent down, a lot, to see them, but... it was worth it. Just the edge of that lavender lace, tight against your skin-- he'd almost lost it right there in the middle of his own store. He made a promise to himself to get his hands on those-- it was the next best thing to getting his hands on you, which at the moment felt totally unattainable.
He was still high on the shame, on the anxiety of risking being caught-- using the key under your mat to get into your place and take these from the hamper. His heart hadn't stopped racing since then, but he thought it might just give out when he looked down at the fabric in his hands.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself, before biting his lip, searching through the lace until he found the little thin part that would've covered your pussy; he groaned out loud when he saw the little stain, partially translucent and partially white... he gently ran his thumb over it, before giving in to his worst desires and bringing the garment to his face for a long, deep inhale.
His knees went weak-- and, obviously, his cock was rock hard in an instant. You smelled so goddamn perfect, he never wanted to breathe anything else again.
"Christ," he mumbled to himself as he tried to open his belt and jeans with one hand-- but it didn't really work, so he had to regretfully take the panties away from his face to get his cock out. He glanced around the park quickly, making sure that he was alone... thankfully, no one was going to be out at this time of night. "Christ, fuck, I need to jerk off-- fuck, see what you do to me?"
He sighed with relief when he wrapped around his cock, relieving some of the pressure that he felt like had been building since he started walking to your place. Slowly, he stroked himself with one hand and held the dirty panties to his face with the other.
"Baby, you smell so good," he panted under his breath, stroking himself a little faster. "God, you must taste fucking perfect-- you must have the most gorgeous fuckin' pussy--"
He was gasping for air, struggling not to moan just from how sensitive he'd become. He realized that he wouldn't last long at all, not when he could so easily imagine you getting wet and staining these cute panties because you'd caught him looking at you.
"Knew you fucking wanted it," he chuckled to himself. "Little tease. Fuck."
As his breaking point approached rapidly-- and thank god for that, the less time spent jerking off in public, the better-- he had the most awfully wonderful idea. Helpless to it, he instantly wrapped the lace around his length and gasped as he watched his cock buck forward into them.
"F-fuck," he moaned weakly, desperately thrusting into the haphazard ball of fabric. "G'na come, shit, want it inside you baby? Want me to fuckin' knock you up?"
In that moment, he figured the normal thing to do would be to imagine you begging him for it, desperate for a creampie, desperate to be bred. And it's not that that idea didn't appeal to him-- but the 'normal thing to do' was sort of beside the point now, he'd already broken into your house, stolen your panties, and was jerking off with them in a public park at two in the morning. So, after a night of sex crimes, he couldn't help but imagine one more. He pictured you begging him not to-- scared and helpless, legs flailing to try to kick him away.
He'd never really pictured it quite like that before, holding you down and forcing you to take his load. But now that he finally let himself think of it, the image instantly brought on his orgasm-- and he came harder than he probably ever had before. He moaned pathetically, knees all but buckling, hand a numb blur as he voraciously stroked himself through it. He came onto the ground, mostly, though it was unavoidable that some would get onto his hand and onto your panties.
He sort of regretted soiling them, but he already knew he was going to be back again very soon for more.
#neil lewis x reader#neil lewis smut#dark!neil lewis smut#neil lewis dark fic#cillian murphy smut#cillian murphy x reader
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