#ehhh.... not my best work .......
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#stray kids#bang chan#bystay#staysource#channiesnet#createskz#kpopccc#usersa#staytay#dreamytag#userbeepls#usertsu#usersemily#cheekyuser#bitsforkitts#melontrack#bobausertag#*mine#from my drafts#not my best work but ehhh
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i can't let go when something's broken it's all i know and it's all i want now — sun bleached flies by ethel cain
songs from my nancy playlist
#strangerthingsedit#nancywheeleredit#nancy wheeler#stranger things#tuserdee#usertrinity#userlanie#userrachel#userjacko#tuserrobin#userlindsay#userbecca#usermorgan#nancy's playlist#gif#mine#ehhh.......................#anyways my best girl .#feel like i need 2 elaborate that the lyric thats how my daddy raised me works for nancy in the way that ted is an absent father#in the way that if it werent for karen trying to be a good mother nancy might as well be taking care of her own self which. she kind of is#considering karen doesnt know half the shit that nancy has gone thru#idk! feel like was necessary to make that point lets not get this twisted!#ted wheeler has not taught nancy anything! barely raised her!
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Everyone Look At My Son. Look At Him.
#baby boy... baby...#all he wants to do is be left alone to cook#ive been working harder on improving my dragons. i think its showing!#Drawing for Friend motivation is so fucking strong#me normally: ehhh ill progress slowly as ever who cares#me when scribbling stuff for friends: I Have To Excel. I Have To Be The Best Artist I Can Be. For Them <3#but also i want more variation in my dragons#both for worldbuilding reasons and for eeeeheheheeee Dragon<3<3<3 reasons#scribble salad#not-fish <3#i think i finally know the vibe for the shoredrakes...#and those vibes are Sealy! pinniped components!
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ninja tradition
#ninjago tickle#tickle art#tickle fanart#tickle comic#jettdoodles#lee!kai#ler!jay#ler!cole#ler!zane#just stuck to the original script in the end#ehhh not one of my best works but its alright#i just wanted to test this out color wose
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dark! konig x reader drabble ; about 350 words
warnings : sort of ooc! konig (in my opinion) , descriptions of violence , murder , blood , brief mention of body horror , obsession , not proofread
konig never thought he'd murder someone before .
the men he'd eliminated in his job were nothing to him. an order given by whatever upper force was controlling his team at the time. no thought or rhythm in tearing knife through the neck of some guard, methodically wiping off brain matter from his gun. those weren't people to him, before or ever, only another opponent. he was the killing cog of some machine far higher than him, some monopolised philosophy he was paid enough to never question.
and only now, after years of working for kortac, he'd truly killed someone.
it's with his own hands, the cloying scent of blood reverberating in his head, adrenaline clawing a hive inside of his chest . he can't remember the name of the man sprawled out beneath him, with ribs split open into some macabre human fillet, only having remembered his voice . his wretched screams that echoed against silent walls , his sleazed and rotten tone when he'd tried to buy your body with his words . when he'd tried to
buy you .
you , with your shiny eyes, and you, with your sweet words, and you, with your charming smile . you, a part of konig that had grown like some tumor, clinging to his insides and warming what was left, youyouyou . so it's no question to cover your eyes and tell you to go home , to grab some jagged rock and take to the man's head with a smile in his eyes .
because when he's handed the gun, when he's given a knife, when he gets to pick the target, you are too . and when he tucks himself in with you, kisses your closed eyes and whispers whatever sweet words materialise in his brain, he's holding the only part of himself that he truly considers alive, clean. even if you dont realise it yet, even if you've never wanted to hurt a soul, you're another part of his twisted mind, the little whisper in his ear that never ceased.
so the first time he kills, he kills with you .
#ehhh.... not my best work .......#just needed to just throw something out there to feed the fish#and only now i realise nikto would have been better to write for this ..... im so cooked gang#୧ ‧₊˚ 📧 ⋅#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#konig x you#konig x reader#cod konig#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig mw2#könig#könig x reader#könig cod#könig mw2#könig call of duty
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My (maybe controversial?) Spideyflash opinion is that Flash has an unbelievably intense crush on Spider-Man but has no feelings for Peter Parker whatsoever
#Maybe it’s just because I’m aro and hate the romance aspect itself#but I much prefer this dynamic for its comedy potential. For the same reasons it’s funny in canon#Like. This normal guy likes this other normal guy? Yeah okay I guess. I’m not intrigued. Go on with your day.#But… this guy has a celebrity crush who also happens to be the person that he doesn’t gaf about / hates so much (depending on the media)?#now THAT’S exciting. You can do so much with that#and yeah I do love repressed feelings but ehhh idk the teenager romance dynamic that some Spideyflash enjoyers are engaged in just#isnt that appealing to me personally#Do I think Flash/Peter can be written well? Yeah absolutely!#but does the CANON suggest that Flash or Peter have any romantic feelings for each other at all (in any version)? No I don’t think so#Tasm Flash/Peter works the best in my opinion… thinking specifically of that deleted(?) scene where they hug at graduation#but “guys who dislike each other and then date aww” is just. A bit boring for me#this is SPIDER-MAN we’re talking about#why are we getting rid of the superhero aspect#this fully is just me ranting to nobody in particular. To the Flash/Peter enjoyers I see you and I appreciate you it’s just not up my alley#(most of the time)#spider-man#spideyflash#fish.txt
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I wholeheartedly believe you on that, but unrelated to that movie, here's 2 really good other shots from some other random movie with him that fit well, in my opinion!
#ghostie mumbles#drags this out again from like 3 months ago#probably not the best pic choice on the far left of mine but ehhh it's fine.#it could soooo work. do you see my vision here?#mysterio
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boom! (day 40 of yanqing)
#ehhh not my best work ... but its here!#daily yanqing#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr yanqing#yanqing#day 40#edit: just realizing now i did this with the wrong hand. oopsies?#left handed yanqing real?
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pirate radio moment 🏴☠️📻🌴
been thinking about this bit of 2doc history, when they recorded detroit live on pirate radio
#not my best work but ehhh#posting it anyways#gorillaz#2d gorillaz#murdoc niccals#2doc#stuartsspots art#phase 3#plastic beach#pirate radio
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The problem I'm having with one of my stories is that it is compelling - but not clicking.
It's a sephiroth gets reincarnated into mdzs. Straightforward. I've got several branching paths: lwj, jc, nmj (my personal fave) and the jade twins (one mind in two bodies). All five of them have great potential, but for some reason my heart is set on sephiroth!lwj, because the aesthetic is sublime.
But! It's! Not! Working!
My main problems are a) despite similar surfaces, sephiroth has fundamentally different morals and life experiences to lwj and lwjs morals are a huge part of his and wwx's stories. B) I can't NOT have wangxian. I don't ship often at all, but when I do I'm pretty set on it lol. I don't want to deny soulmates. Unfortunately I HATE writing romance. C) I do not think sephiroth should be in any sort of romantic relationship at all nor can I see him wanting one. I've read tons of fics where he is in relationships (healthy or otherwise) and they're amazing, yes, but... Under my pen it's just not in the cards. And I do feel pairing him with wwx would just amplify wwx's worst traits, which is the opposite of what lwj does for him.
Everything's in conflict, but the lure of sephiroths second childhood in strict gusu and his complicated feelings about it, wwx being a perfect mix of all his important people with a spine of steel and righteousness that they all lost as everything fell apart, the relationship between sephiroth and his new mother, and how he'd inexplicably lose her too, the white on white aesthetic, the older identical brother, the cruel angels aesthetic with the benevolent demon, the angst of wwx's defection and death, his relationship with qi as a planet's overflowing life force, the tragedy of the mourning angel, monster x monster.... It calls to me.
But there's also the way wwx becoming a demonic cultivator was so vital to winning the war, and the way that affected things, gave him a legitimacy. Involve the silver soldier, and well. Everything else becomes a little extraneous lol. And sephiroth himself is such a big mover and shaker, I don't know what I could do to manage that without wiping out 80% of the remaining jianghu after the burial mounds siege with sephiroth appointing himself king lmao. He's not the kind of person to make small ripples, you know?
And I'd love a twin jades au to sort of turn the chaos inwards a bit (nmj and jgy would be Excellent foils) but again, I can't separate wangxian and imagining scenes feels a bit too close to incest for my tastes, even when it's ONE PERSON in identical bodies!
It's frustrating, wanting to write a non romance fic set in a love story lol. I just. I hate writing romance. But wangxian just don't want to be parted.
But the image of lwj in the xuanwu cave secretly covering a feverish wwx with his wing, only to notice a handful of white feathers pushing through the black as he unknowingly becomes a better person through showing care for other people, shaking his own deep belief that he is a horrible irredeemable creature incapable of love. Caught in an act of love. Hnggh.
Any ideas?!
#It's so frustrating because the block is on my end it's less so an issue with the actual plot#I know people love crossover character reincarnations even in canon soulmates (my other fics have shown me that lol) but wangxian feels lik#Too much? Idk I don't. Want to try and create a relationship#If you don't know in ff7 wing colour is determined by their morality. As a kid sephiroth was symbolised with white feathers#But as he grew older and later snapped he got the iconic black wing. I see it more as a 'what do they perceive themselves as' which#Gets extra angst points for unreliable narration and blindly righteous vs self loathing vs healing vs denial#The wing probably shouldn't be in the fic it's from the j cells and a symptom of insanity but ehhh it's too cool and symbolic#Like there's so much you can do with seph!lwj. Burning nibelheim vs cr burning. Prodigy on a lonely pedestal. Strict gusu vs sterile shinra#Having a mother but being restricted from her and losing her anyway and nobody telling him anything because he's a little kid#Angel x demon aesthetic on the battlefield. Safer mode HAS to make an appearance I don't make the rules (it's way too underrated ToT)#Wwx would get horns and fangs and stuff to balance it out lol. Noncon bodmod from the energy coursing through you#I feel he'd relate. Lwj being utterly terrified of wwx mentally degrading from the resentment and being forced to watch him ruin himself#Lwj seeing the best of all the people he loved in wwx and seeing him be so genuinely relentlessly GOOD where they fell apart.#Him being terrified of his own overwhelming feelings hurting wwx like cloud. The possessiveness and simultaneous avoidance#Him being even less easily flustered XD. Wwx has a high bar to top some fans from his last life.#Bb lwj getting really stubborn over wanting a stupid big sword and then growing huge enough to use it lol#Sephiroth getting a 'proper' childhood and being so unused to it he can't tell it's still not a very good one. Being doted on by his big br#mdzs#mxtx mdzs#mdzs fanfiction#mdzs fic#mo dao zu shi#lan wangji#ff7#final fantasy vii#cloud strife#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#This is working on the idea sephiroth got controlled by jenova btw the other version is beyond hope#mdzs au
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OMG ITS THE THEY!!!
Dandy was made by @carehounds
I’m sorry, I just like drawing Dandy
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looking into temp work and my brain is just a mix of "just like bee and puppycat..." and "tempoRARY! secreTARY! tempoRARY! secreTARY!"
#eliot posts#anyway yeah. my resume sucks shit.#i have no work experience except cashiering. i have done no cool coding projects in my free time. my gpa is ehhh.#and it is so so hard to get an internship in computer science#especially with no social connections. and i'm gonna have EVEN LESS connections after i leave the state#so it's looking like temping is my best path towards getting A Real Job#even if i can't get a good temp-to-hire gig it'll be SOMETHING for my resume#ANYWAY when will paul mccartney's foul creation ceaseto haunt me?
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Omgggg you have no idea how invested I am in sleepwalking i literally check for updates 5 times a day ever since i started reading it.. rockstar jk is just chefs kiss 😘 love your fucking writing so much!!
my looooove thank you so much!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i am working on the next chapter right now and HOPING to post it next weekend!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍
#ask#anonymous#taexual; sleepwalking#i love you so much 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for looking forward to more!!!!!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍#i wish i could give you a specific date for the next update so you would know#but babe even i don't know when it's coming 😭#i was rewriting a bunch of this next chapter over the past few days and i was very ehhh hmmmm about it#and then last night i realised i didn't like these rewritten parts after all so i'm scrapping them 🥴#but listen listen that's ok!!!#because now i can work on the parts that i do actually like and that's always a lot more fun!!!#but yeah next weekend is going to be busy in my personal life#but i'm going to try my best to fit the new chapter into it or at least not deviate from this timeframe too much!! 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Magnus Bane/Asmodeus
under the cut for incestuous undertones
"Magnus."
"Not interested." Magnus doesn't even look up from his book. His pen slows only for a heartbeat before it resumes skating across the page in his elegant scrawl.
His father's footsteps pause at the door, and then close in. Asmodeus has never been good at acknowledging boundaries.
Despite himself, Magnus relaxes as his father places a hand on the back of his neck. It's a Pavlovian response by now. Even with all their history, Magnus can't help but lower his defenses around Asmodeus.
It's the remnant of celestial energy radiating off the fallen angel, Magnus supposes. It soothes and calms, and is a large part of why Asmodeus is a terrifying foe.
And yet, he's still a terrible father, the warlock's mind supplies.
"I can feel your censure, my dear boy," says Asmodeus. He sounds fond. "Which of my crimes are you thinking of now?"
Magnus snorts. "Let's see... Coercing me to kill innocent people when I was a child, that's an old favorite. Let's run with that."
Asmodeus chuckles and trails his fingers down and across the long line of his son's neck and right shoulder. "I remember. You looked radiant."
"Blood dripping from my bare hands. I was still a boy then."
"Rich, red life, the perfect embellishment for my beautiful kekasih." Asmodeus leans down and kisses Magnus' cheek. His breath is inhumanly warm, almost sweet, but the magic that lingers with his touch carries the demonic taint of iron and sulphur.
Magnus shivers. The core of his immortal self rings out in resonance, echoing the call of Asmodeus' essence. "Stop doing that."
"You're so afraid of seeing what you truly are, wanting what you truly desire," his demonic father whispers. Asmodeus slides a warm hand around Magnus' neck and squeezes lightly. "No matter, dear boy. We have the rest of time for you to understand one simple truth: that you belong to me."
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i'm sure i wouldn't like languages nearly as much if i wasn't good at speaking them/doing accents. it's literally like my only real talent.
#like grammar and all the other stuff#ehhh not so much#but just speaking it like the sounds#the music to my ears#i also feel like i'm wasting my potential bc i could learn languages and speak them very well#i'm pretty confident in that#but i don't have time rn#idk if i talked abt this but i studied spanish at college last year#it was great but i couldn't continue#tbh i only know english and spanish from watching tv lol#tv is the best way to learn i#i'll die on that hill#some random info#i also took german classes since the 4th grade but i do not know the language at all 💀#idk why but german does not work for me sry#and i find the australian accent really difficult to keep up in a conversation#like i can do it but it starts sounding shit if i do it for a long time
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Are you able to right a gojo fic? He pulls you aside after a meeting to a spicy makeout with you that leads to more than just a make out:,)
𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: "more than a make out" indeed, lmao
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit reader; minors DNI - canon divergence; you're gojo's partner who works in Tokyo jujutsu tech with him - kissing; making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - breast sucking - deep impact position - praising - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Ijichi and Yaga - Gojo is a touch-starved fool, bless him lol.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k
“Y/n~~!”
“…! Oh, Gojo!”
“Ahh, it’s Gojo-sensei!”
Being the strongest sorcerer in the modern world is a hassle, no matter how much Gojo loves to shake it off as if it’s not. Not that he doesn’t mind it — no, no. If anything, he prides himself in it. It fills his ego, knowing that a scarce few could be compatible with his power. He’s a dependable light for the jujutsu world, sorcerers of the nation thankful that he's not on the wrong side.
But alas, being the best has its taxing side, especially taking in tedious missions across the land and attending mandatory meetings with the entire jujutsu faculty body — not to mention being a teacher. The white-haired sorcerer was a busy man — no other way to explain it. However, the worst thing about it all was that there would be times when he’d have less time to spend with a certain someone who had him in the palm of their hands. And if he keeps being away from them, he might – no, will – malfunction.
You were Gojo’s partner, his sweet baby that he cherished more than anything. You were a faculty member of Tokyo Jujutsu High, making things a little easier for the two of you to meet and elope (professionally). Nevertheless, those moments seem to frequent less and less with how many meetings have Gojo backed up this past week. The poor guy can’t even remember the last time he heard your sweet voice (which is a lie since you call every morning and night; he makes sure you do).
Although, today would be different. Once this meeting with the Kyoto officials ended, he made a straight beeline out of the room to find you. And to his cheerful chuckle, he skips in your direction when he sees you conversing with Yuuji in the hallway. The salmon-haired teen greets his teacher with a high-five and a bow from you.
Yuuji hears Megumi call for him from outside, so the boy dismisses himself with a goodbye and wanders off, leaving you and Gojo to yourselves.
“Hello, Y/n~,” the man says your name with a happy tune, his lanky figure swaying to be close to you.
“Good noon, Gojo,” you greet him again with a modest smile as the tall man walks to you. “How was your meeting? Did the officials give you a tough ti—Mmmph!?”Your boyfriend surprises you with a kiss, taking in your perplexed moan with his pillowy lips. One peck comes after another while Gojo’s hands sneak to your waist. You quickly push him away, but his hold keeps you close to his figure. “G–Gojo, what are you doing!?” You express your concern in confusion, covering your lips with a hand.
“Mmm? What do you mean? I’m greeting my princess with a kiss,” the blindfolded man says so matter-of-factly, beaming his delighted demeanor that nearly blinds you. “I miss you!”
“I miss you, too, but you can’t just—“ He tilts his head as you try to explain. You chew your lip with cheeks boosting in warmth, averting your glance away from his charming face that’s inching closer and closer to yours. His eyes are masked by the black cloth around his face; however, you can still sense the intensity of his gaze. “N-Not in public, Gojo...”
He plays the whining card, bringing you in for a tight hug that could restrain your breathing. “Ehhh, but I haven’t seen or touched you in days! See, we’ve been apart for so long that you’re going back to referring to me by my last name!”
“I always call you by your family name when in the school, no??”
“Yeah, but that’s only for when people are around, not just the two of us!” His complaints are genuine, swaying around with you in his arms. You roll your eyes, listening to him yap more. “Come on, Y/n; it’s been such a hectic week for me, missions after missions, meetings after meetings. Any more than this, and I just might combust — especially when I don’t have time to see my angel.”
You hear him make fake crying noises to your shoulder, reminding yourself how much your tall, strong boyfriend can be such a whiny puppy if he’s away from you for too long. But you can’t kid yourself; you missed spending time with him just as much as he did. “I know; I wanna see you more often, too. Don’t you worry, okay? This week is almost over, so keep pushing through like the tough man you are…Hehe, my strong Satoru.”
The snow-haired sorcerer springs up with a childish smile at the use of his name, his dimples present with the shine of his teeth. “If that’s what must happen, can your strong Satoru ask for another kiss to make his hell a little bearable?”
You give him a look at his request, but his anticipation doesn’t falter. With a sigh, you smile and whisper, “Just a kiss, Satoru?”
He chuckles lightly, drawing his mouth close to yours. “Yes, princess.”
His soft lips land on yours. There’s no restraint as you welcome him, your hands coming around to cup his cheeks before breaking the kiss. “One more,” he says before your nose is brushed away from his. You comply and place another gentler peck, and the man sneaks a hand from your waist to the back of your head. You withdraw your lips again, but Gojo utters another “One more…” Your stomach does flips knowing what game he’s trying to play. Another kiss is received, and his leg sneaks in between yours.
You mewl, finding yourself stuck in this predicament. He’s now in control, using this opportunity to deepen the kiss and make it more passionate, sucking your bottom lip and running his tongue for more access. You have no choice but to accept him, whimpering at the tongue intruding into your oral cavity while his leg moves further and further.
Your hands come to his shoulders, gripping his jacket as the Gojo furthers himself into the kiss. The hand behind your head keeps you steady, keeping him focused on your mouth, where he sucks on your tongue in a way that leaves you breathless — like, actually. After he quits the kiss, you two are gasping for air so hard, and your lips are wet because of him.
“Hahhh, ’Toru, stop,” you wipe spit from your mouth. “We can’t be doing this here…”
Your complaint falls on deaf ears, the sorcerer placing chaste kisses on your cheek. “Hmmm, why not?”
“Mmm..Someone, your students, we’d be caught here…”
Gojo smirks; it’ll never stop being adorable how bashful you are around him, particularly when he expresses his undying affection for you in public. But he will respect your wishes, and the idea that pops into his head makes him giggle.
Before you can process anything, Gojo picks you up with your legs held up and a hand on your back. You squeak at the unexpected action, grabbing a hold of his neck to balance yourself. Your mouth opens to express your bewilderment. Yet one moment, you two are in a hallway of the school; then you’re transported to a familiar room with a bed the next — your bedroom.
You blink in perplexity as Gojo throws you on top of your bed, stammering to find the right words. “Satoru, I wish you’d stop teleporting without letting me know! And don’t you have another meeting to get to!? Why are we in my apart—“ You don’t finish that sentence; you stop yourself once Gojo crawled up on the bed to you. Suddenly, you feel too small to utter a word.
“Sorry, baby,” No, he wasn’t. Not with that childish grin posted on his face. He brings his face to yours, placing more smacks on your lips. “But you’re the one who said we shouldn’t be doing this on school grounds. Heh, you act so cute when you’re shy…”
“No, Satoru, we can’t—Mmmm,” silencing you with kisses was such a vile card, knowing you’d be whimpering under him just from him twirling his tongue with yours. “Mmph..Mmah…! You’re scheduled for…another meet—“
“Shhh, don’t worry; I can be late for a few minutes,” another lie. If Gojo’s late to another meeting, Principal Yaga will put the younger man in a chokehold again. “I’ll make this quick, I promise. So, just let me enjoy you…”
Sucking your tongue is all it takes for you to give up on trying to persuade him out of what he’s doing. Gojo takes off and throws his jacket to the bedroom floor to let his black fitted tee breathe, and his hands initiate unbuttoning your blouse. He then slithers it down to the bottom of your long pencil skirt to pull up, greeting your undergarments with his digits. You jerk at the contact of his middle finger that presses on the damp spot of your panties, earning a faint, salacious laugh from Gojo.
“Awww, did my baby get wet just from kissing earlier?” He rubs the underwear further, soaking the spot more with your fluids. Your thighs tremble, “Did you miss me that much?”
“Sato—Oooh!” He sinks his finger deeper into your entrance; the material barrier is so wet from your essence seeping through. “Your finger...Mmm.”
“What is it, cutie?” He whispers to your ear, and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan. “You want my fingers?” You nod sheepishly, amusing the snow-haired man. “Now, Y/n, you know I want to hear you tell me what you want. Use your words, princess.”
You gulp to satiate your dry throat. “Yess, Satoruu, I want your fingers. Please, let me cum on your fingers…”
“That’s my angel,” he praises before straightening himself between your sheer pantyhose-covered legs. After sliding your damp panties off, he brings a leg to his shoulder and finally slides his blindfold off his face, his hair losing its spiky position and falling with gravity. Cerulean eyes catch a glimpse of your wet cunt in his sights, biting his lip. “Made such a pretty mess all for me, huh.”
His hand returns to your now bare chasm, sliding his ring and middle finger between your soaking folds. You hum to the touch, gripping on your blouse to use as reins. After a few seconds, he inserts the middle digit inside, immediately going to work after he pulls a gasp from your surprised body.
Slow motions sneak up on you, scraping your velvet texture with the blunt fingertip. His slender digit pushed and pulled from inside you, making sure you took him to the knuckle. He swirls it around, evoking shaky screams from him, scratching your inner walls so diligently. And your eyebrows furrow once the movement quickens.
“Hooohh, ohhh!” You threw your head back to the pillows. “Ahhnn, faster, go faster…”
“Hmm? You want me to go faster?” He teases with a perched brow. He does as asked, but with a catch; he sneaks his ring finger inside with your slick as lube. You shriek, two fingers now ravaging your insides and pleasing you with faster shifts. “Like this?” Did you even have to answer that; were you gripping the sheets and hips moving on their own not enough?
“Oooo, fuahhh, fuuckk, ‘Toru, nooo, y’re making me…Hoohh!”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he kisses your calf before placing his lips on your ankle to lick playfully. “Just let me make you feel all good.”
Fuck did Gojo miss this; it’s been more than a week since he’s had his hands on your body like this. The constant meetings have almost made him forget the warmth and plush of your frame. He needed this, like, BAD. He’s barely containing himself now; the image of your slit taking his fingers so well is bubbling his excitement, and the tent of his pants that shields a boner grows painfully hornier.
You were bound to cum on his fingers in no time, howling with an arched back when he does the ‘come hither’ motion and scrapes your inner walls. They contract around his digits as your legs tremble with the surge of your orgasm. Gojo loves the sight and stirs the fingers to tease your keen nerves more. “Good job, sweetie,” he kisses your ankle again while slowly removing his fingers from you, inserting them inside his mouth to lather his tongue with your juices. He almost caves in just from the taste.
But a sudden buzz in the pocket of his pants alerts him. He brings out his phone ringing with a call and presses the green button before pressing the device to his ear. “Yo, Ijichi.”
“Ah, thank goodness you picked up. Where are you; the meeting starts in a few minutes.”
“Mmm, I’m at Y/n’s,” even if you’re in a tiny daze, your face morphed into an expression of shock at his nonchalant honesty. “I’m only here to grab something real quick, and then I’ll head back to the school.”
“Are you sure…?”
He laughs, “Now, Ijichi, are you calling me a liar?”
That was precisely what he was — a whole liar.
“—Taahh, ahhhn, Sa’oruuuuu! Yer hitting shoo deep in—Saaahh!!”
It’s been a solid fifteen minutes after that call with Ijichi, and Gojo is still in the confines of your bedroom. He was very much late; of course, he was. Why would he not be? He finally has this chance to have you to himself, so he’s indulging it however long he wishes.
Gojo ripped you out of your clothes to meet with his clothing on the floor, leaving you bare and nude for him aside from your pantyhose. You’re lying on your side with one leg up on Gojo’s shoulder while the other is between his, and his cock now pushing to and fro inside your chasm that was filled with his come.
His thrusts were sharp and rough, the curve of his dick jabbing areas in your vagina you never thought would be stimulated. Jesus, his length was dangerous, having you babbling incoherent words to the air and reaching so deep inside that you quaked under him. Your brain is stuck in a haze, especially since this is the second time he’s fucking inside you and made you cum a total of three times!
“Ohhmy, Gohhhd! Sato—Ohhhh…!!” He grasps around your leg to plunge himself further and faster, the work of his pelvis having you see stars.
“Hsshhh, God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” he coos sweetly, juxtaposing with the erratic pace of his hips that move your figure with every rut. Azure orbs take in the display before him; your naked body submitted to him to alleviate his week-long stress and please the both of you. Strands of his silverfish-white hair are drenched from the sweat built on his forehead. “—Hmmgh! Shit…keep clamping onto me like that.”
You chew on your lip, sneaking a hand down on your clitoris to whisk your fingers around it. Oh, it feels so good, playing with yourself as your boyfriend massages your insides. “Mmaaah, s’ good...”
“Hmm, what’s that?” His hips now go slow; the stretch his curve causes when entering inside has your toes curl. “What feels good?” He then snaps his pelvis to startle you.
“—Mmmph!! You! Y’u feel so good, ‘Toruuu..!”
“Heh, you feel amazing yourself, Y/n,” returning to an erratic rhythm, Gojo pumps his cock til the base kisses your squelching folds. His balls smack onto you after every push. He then curves downward for his face to be closer for you to hear him, “Hmmnn, you gonna be good and come again, right?”
You nod cursorily, your eyes shut to enhance the feeling of you rubbing on your bud. “Yesshh, I’m so close, I wanna cum…Want you to fill me u—Uuuhhn!!”
“Jesus, you look so fucking hot,” he grins before bringing his mouth to your nipple, his tongue dancing around the tip to harden. “Let’s cum together, okay, cutie?”
He sucks in your nipple as his thrusts go grim, and severe hits to your cunt result in you wailing far from your control. The tip of his cock picks at your silky walls so euphorically that you hum his name. A hand comes to your chest to keep you steady and synced with him, and he keeps rutting into you even when his body shudders as his load is exerted inside your tight slit. And you’re not far from him either; your orgasm seconds away from his hits you hard, and you quiver in the shocks coursing through your body.
As you two rock slowly through your crescendos, your essence mixes with his seed, and your sweaty bodies heave and pant for the third time this session. Gojo releases your nipple from his mouth after withdrawing his dick from inside, and his jizz seeps out of your frame. “Phew, man, how I needed that.”
You respond despite your brain feeling a bit all over the place. “Are you happy now?”
He laughs while kissing your cheek. “Thank you, princess!”
“You’re welcome, Toru,” you shook your head with a meek smile. “But you really should get going; I don’t want you getting in trouble with—“
KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
An abrupt sound comes from the front door, confusing the both of you as the knock comes from out of nowhere. Nonetheless, you get up and wipe yourself quickly before putting your clothes back on. Gojo does the same as you walk out of the bedroom to see who’s at your door. And once you open the door, your heart meets your stomach.
“Y/n,” it was Yaga, the principal adorning his usual attire and sunglasses.
“Principal Yaga,” you greeted the older man with a hurried bow. “Wh–What can I do for you—“
“He’s here, isn’t he?”
Your lips flatten at the question, using the silence to speak for itself as you move out of the way for the principal to enter. Yaga apologizes for the intrusion before marching into your apartment and presumably going after the person still in your bedroom, who lets out an exclaimed shout of pain from what you can assume was from a punch to the head from his old teacher.
The former instructor strolls back to the front door where you remained; Gojo is dragged on the floor behind him. “Sorry again for the inconvenience,” Yaga puts his shoes back on before exiting your home. You observe the men leave with a heavy sigh, waving goodbye to your snow-haired sorcerer as he’s pulled across the hall like a toddler.
“See ya, sweetie,” he cries out to you without regard to the neighbors hearing him, putting his blindfold back on. “I miss you already!”
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