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The Helena diaz of it all has me fascinated. Iâve said for a long while that Eddieâs real issues are his mommy issues and this episode just cemented for me that weâre gonna explore that and deal with it.
Because itâs Helena who forced Eddie to grow up to fast - because her husband wasnât around much - so she pushed Eddie into de facto parent and husband role ls - selfishly filling her needs and ignoring the damage it was doing to her son (it is a form of abuse in my book).
Eddie then had the audacity to fall in love with and marry Shannon and get her pregnant. Itâs why Helena was always so off with Shannon - she was punishing her. She is also punishing Eddie for all of this and his refusal to return to El Paso only cemented further her bitterness and resentment.
Now she does have Ramon back she doesnât need Eddie any longer to fill that role so she is still punishing him and part of that is tied into her glee over now getting to parent Christopher - something she has always been intent on doing the doppelgĂ€nger just gave her the opportunity- as well as allowing her to further punish her son and his love of Shannon.
Her barbed comments about building a pool were all about showing what she can provide Christopher - how she is parenting him better than Eddie - itâs part of her mind games - making Eddie feel like more of a failure as a parent to his son.
The reality of course is that the reverse is true - Helenaâs parenting is all superficial, flash and showy - it isnât the hard day to day parenting when things get tough and you have to be the bad guy. While Eddie has made mistakes, there is nothing superficial, flash, or showy about his parenting. Itâs why bucks comments about Eddie being a great dad are so important.
Eddie feel like a failure right now and that he is entirely to blame for everything. But in reality, while he does bear a bit of the responsibility, the truth of the matter is that he needs to learn and deal with the fact that all of it actually stems from Helena and her abuse of her young son - Shannon never stood a chance just like Eddie never has.
#genuinely donât see how she can get any sort of redemption arc#but this is 911 so maybe theyâll find a way đ€·đ»ââïž#Helenaâs treatment of Eddie is a form of child abuse - it has done so much damage to him psychologically#I do really hope we finally get to meet Sophia and adriana as part of this arc beciase I think it might be very revealing#I am also wondering if Ramon had a stache in the past - and that is what Eddie is subconsciously trying to mimic#and that is about him trying to regain his mothers affection - trying to fill that husband role she forced him into#and that shaving it off is a part of his dealing with that and choosing to free himself from her clutches#and in doing that - standing up for himself etc - it will be the trigger that v ring schristopher back#the catholic guilt and Eddieâs queerness is also all tied up in this - the church reinforces and condones Helena and her actions#the Catholic Church has a long history of abuse of children in all itâs horrendous forms#so Eddie seeking solace in that direction think it will help him find away back to Helenaâs good books only for it to open a few doors he#has bolted shut#as for the queer aspect - forcing Eddie to grow up too fast and fill this role of husband to his mother and parent to his siblings means#Eddie never got the chance to learn who he actually is - to explore his sexuality and all that goes with that - at the age one normally#would - as a teenager and into your 20âs. it explains so much around his relationship with Shannon and dealing with the helana of it all#and the queerness of his identity - âwill also allow him to actually let Shannon go#Eddieâs arc is going to be incredible - heartbreaking and gut wrenching - but incredible#Helena diaz itâs on sight - she is evil and cannot be redeemed in my eyes!#911 spoilers#Thinky thoughts#eddie diaz#911 abc
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I can't be normal about something can I?
Yet another art of @socialc1imb's au that took too damn long to draw (think ibis said it was like 2 days worth of time save me (i still dont know how to do backgrounds and back lighting hel p))
[tw blood and spoilers for Skys au ig?]
(This art is quite long so I know tumblr is gonna crunch the HELL outta this thing. So if it looks like hella pixelly, tappin on it should make it look better lol)
Some cropped versions below of parts I really liked! (mainly ya boi Apollo lol)
#dont look at the blod and spilt wine for too long#idk how to draw liquids đ#colors b hinting at crimes#crimes i know of at least lol#i still dunno what tf happened to that bullet bro its fuckin aceattorney all over again#also debated attempting to put like#gunpower residue on minds head from one of the comics#but i didn't know how exactly to do that + didnt think it would show up much#anyways so far thats the last big boi art for a bit till i get a new idea#tho i do have some doodles of this au (and mayhaps a cosplay?? depends how confident i feel lol))#also fun fact the dagger Mind has is based off the one i have irl#since thats the best ref i could get for one lol#also thought the lil point looked like lightning bolts and that fits mr apollo so#ye#okay ill shut up now bye bye :}#chonny jash#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj heart#cj mind#cj soul#cj whole#cj clue au#-atlas art-
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If we wanna talk about "unskilled labor" let's talk about landlords who rake in thousands of dollars a month and will refuse routine repairs and maintenance because they don't know how a fucking house works
#.txt#im subletting my current apartment from someone who's been living here for years#and he basically has to be the landlady's manager because she only wants to talk to him#and she wanted him to tell me to *open the kitchen door* for ventilation when i complained that the oven has a strong gas smell#after she bolted the windows and had them painted shut and hooked the hood vent up to a *dimmer switch*#and then she threatened to take the oven out entirely because its 'not supposed to be used full-time'#if cooking pizza rolls makes my whole apartment smell like gas the building has a problem
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Here's some angst, because sometimes bodies just feel like a mess. plus a bad background xoxo
#NOTES ARE IN THE TAGS LOOK DOWN HERE I was too lazy to put them on the post#cause then Iâd have to be coherent and why do that when I could just ramble wordvomit about it instead#ANYWAY... healing isnt linear!#especially since like. lmao he's not done being surgeried xoxo#turns out if a lot of your body is made up of tech. taking said tech out. may shut it down a bit...#anyway so yea that's whats happening.#waking up in the night bc his body is on fire bc sure yeah its healing but theres still screws and bolts in places that hurt.#and he didnt feel so bad before they pulled everything out because things held themselves in place...#but now everything is loose and things need to be replaced ASAP and thats just possible because the body needs time between#exerimental surgeries (who the hell has reversed this bad of techno union augmentation before?)#and...#and sometimes. sometimes fives lives in a world where it feels like he could lose echo again at any moment. and he's so scared#he almost lost everyone and everything and now... he has echo.#he has kix and jesse and tup and dogma... and he has echo.#YEAH okay#And. to make things clear: echo's skin tone IS based off photos of temuera morrison#when he had probably not seen much sun in a while.#AND the white patches are chemical-induced vitiligo (skin pigment cells died)#*BUT*#that being said. i clearly have room to grow in my art and if it's wrong to have portrayed him this way#please let me know.#thanks <3#saleucami au#arc trooper echo#arc trooper fives#star wars: the clone wars#star wars#my art#mimse art
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the problem with making a new blog due to privacy/harassment concerns is that you can't post on your old blog saying "hey i made a new blog can you follow me over there" because. well. everybody else would also be able to see that post including those you are trying to shake off and that would defeat the point. and you also don't wanna completely disappear on your old blog bc then the people harassing you will think they drove you to delete it and you don't want to give off that impression. so you just have to keep up the impression of being normal over there while also like... drop heavy hints by ostentatiously using the same tags on the new blog when you reblog from former mutuals and occasionally go begging in their inbox. very demeaning. don't get me started on trying to figure out how to approach people who aren't my mutuals but who are Valued Followers
#pearsanta#i figure if i get IUC up and running again people will look at that#notice that there's a different username in the bio#assume i've handed it over or something?#and come check me out#this may not work lmao#also requires me to get IUC running again which. easier said than done#there are two (2) posts in the queue#also re: harassment it's very minor and may not escalate#but it's specifically relying in personal data i'm not comfortable having out there#which is a sign that i have shared too much and need to pull back and maintain better boundaries#very much shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted but hey
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"(blank) hates laios!" WRONG WRONG WRONG. SHUT THE FUCK UP
shuro is just as awkward as laios and it is made So clear he considers him a friend and likes him. he defends him when the canaries start talking shit and actively readies himself to physically fight them so they dont get to him.
namari also likes laios. she respects him as a leader and also defends him and readies to fight the canaries.
ive not actually seen anyone claim izutsumi hates laios, but a lot of ppl Are weird abt them. izutsumi and laios' relationship was rocky at the beginning. he struggled to figure out how to interact with her. but by the end, she actively seeks him out to talk with during the lead up to the feast. she hides behind him when falin wakes up. she has already realized shecan do what she wants and does not need to stick around, yet she does. she sleeps near him on the windowsill, waiting with him and marcille for falin to wake up. she has accepted him as part of her life and wants to keep him in it.
marcille does not hate laios. let me say this again.
Marcille Donato Does Not Hate Laios Touden.
marcille Loves him. in a platonic, familial sense. laios returns this just as readily. she yells at him. she whacks him. she tells him whats on her mind. she uses healing magic to ease his pain during the parasite fiasco. she reattaches his leg when he loses it. she teaches him magic. she lays her head on his corpse and cries before reviving him. she launches herself at him two times, when the canaries interrogate them and when he talks her down in the tower. he is a comforting presence to her. she trusts him, she cares about him, she worries about him, she imagines him as a big fluffy dog that loves and protects her. laios is her rock when falin is taken from them time and time again. and she tries to be his as well. she whole-heartedly, unconditionally, loves and trusts laios.
chilchuck does not hate laios. laios pays him his rates, no questions asked. laios trusts and respects chilchuck's job as a lockpick. laios does not see him as a child (at least, i cant think of an instance where he does so). chilchuck states, outright, he sees him as a friend and doesnt want to see him hurt. he actively worries about him as the falin situation gets worse. chilchuck respects laios. he shows almost 0 hesitation in helping get falin back, nor eating her by the end. he does not think of leaving him once, until he realizes he could lose him. chilchuck is cowardly with emotions and prefers to bottle things, so his first instinct was to bolt. he was angry because he was scared of watching someone he cares about destroy himself. laios is his Friend.
and holy shit. holy Fucking shit. kabru DOES NOT hate laios. kabru has the rockiest start known to man with him, and he Still helps him by occupying the canaries. he warns him about them. he hides the black magic from them just as shuro does. his whole Thing is trusting laios despite himself. kabru has his own baggage regarding other people, just like laios, yet he tries so hard to believe and trust this man. he Wants to. kabru is not very hopeful, but laios makes him Want to be. he states like 3 times he wants to be close to him and sees him as a friend. he stays through the entire feast!! the man who hates monsters, whose biggest trigger is monsters, actively, consciously, Willingly stayed through the entire monster meat feast. all to help his friend get his sister back. he could've left!! the feast was like an entire week!! yet he was there for every single day. he was one of the closest people to the door when falin awoke!! after reuniting with her brother, her friends, the people who knew her the most (plus senshi and izutsumi), the first person she greets is kabru!! he wants to be close to laios, he likes laios, laios is his friend and he cares for him, he wants to meet his sister!!! kabru fucking stays on the island with him as one of his closest, most trusted advisors when he becomes king!!!!! he wants to help him succeed!!!! he wants him to be happy!!!! laios is his friend!!!!!!!!
im just. people like laios!! laios is a nice guy! he is friendly and cares about people! he is weird, he doesn't understand most social cues, he oversteps boundaries, but they stay beside him, because they like him and he is their friend. he is their friend!!!!! friendship is not all sunshine and rainbows, relationships in general are not sunshine and rainbows. you will upset people, people will upset you, you will get into arguments, things will happen, but at the end of the day, the people close to you like you! they love you! they care for you! they want to work it out and get through it because they love you, but they will feel those emotions first! human relationships are complex and messy and life is complicated. even shows for toddlers know this.
if you truly believe any of these characters hate laios you are worse than a toddler. watch some fucking oobi or something. god. fuck.
take this
thanks
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#laios touden#marcille donato#kabru of utaya#toshiro nakamoto#shuro dungeon meshi#izutsumi dungeon meshi#this goes out to that one stupid fucking post i kept seeing like. last week#how can you read the entire manga and still think 'oh wow i hate shuro or kabru or whatever'#like genuinely i dont think you actually know how to read#like you know how words come together to form a sentence#but if its not directly spelled out for you like a magic school house book then it flies over ur fuckin head#anyways im normal
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based on a true story
(side note, it's very euphoric drawing my kid self as a girl! i'll have to do more of this!)
Edit: this has a proper image description now, written by @disasterhimbo
thank you very much! ID below the cut and in alt text:
[ID: a comic titled âWeird Girl: a comic by Scout Forester.â Itâs full-color and in a cartoon style. It opens with close-ups of each of three childrenâs faces, all with big eyes and open mouths, observing a praying mantis in awe. An older kid comes up to them and says, âHey shrimps! Donât ya know weâre playinâ boys vs. girls right now? Whyâre yâall weirdos just sittinâ around? Are yâall scared? Yâall chicken?â He is depicted towering over the younger children as he says this, but in the next panel, he is much less intimidating, just standing across from them on the playground equipment. One of the children, a girl with curly red hair, replies, âUm, we donât wanna play that. Weâre busy.â Another kid says, âWeâre watchinâ a prayinâ mantis here, itâs real cool.â The bully, red-faced and sweaty with a red explosive background behind him, yells, âSh-shut up! Iâm big and youâre small, so I can make you play with me!â The redheaded girl looks at him inscrutably.
The next two panels are larger, with a black background. The redheaded girl closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she looks righteously angry, and only her eyes are in color. Next to her is a bust of a dinosaur with lightning bolts striking the dinosaurâs portrait. She says determinedly, âspirit of the pachycephalosaurus.â In a tiny panel, a simply-drawn version of the bully says, âwait, wha-â The last panel is the biggest, and depicts the redheaded girl headbutting the bully and knocking the wind out of him with a comic-book style, all-caps âwham!â The praying mantis is perched on the bars of the playground equipment and the sun is shining behind both kids, giving a dramatic lighting effect. End ID.]
#comedy#humor#comic#autistic artist#trans artist#childhood memories#childhood#weird little girl#pachycephalosaurus#dinosaurs#actuallyautistic#actually autistic#queer
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the dog ran across the street two (2) times & I had a heart attack both times
#( * ooc.  ⩠ â stop posting. shut up. â )#the second time was because she saw another dog#who also clocked her and as soon as they started getting hyped up was when she bolted#but she also has shit recall so it kills me every time
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THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!
Synopsis. Donât worry, he knows exactly the solution when youâre upset - fĂșck it out of you, of course!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampĂes, FĂRAL GOJO, cheering you up, oraI (fem receiving), breĂ©ding, MAJOR overstĂm, PRAISE, THEYâRE SO DOWN BAD, lowkey sweet, slight exhĂbitionism (Tojiâs), mean Geto, sĂxty-nine, chokĂng, making Choso cry mhm, spĂtting, pĂșssy-slappĂng, cĂșmplay, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Youâre loved nâ I hope yâall have a good leak day <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Noise complaint(s)
Any time Toji decided to visit you in your cute lilâ apartment, so did a few complaints from your neighbors.Â
It wasnât because of his intimidating presence, or those deadly glares of his - targeted at everyone but you, or even because of the way his large frame unapologetically blocked every doorway in your building.
No, they were noise complaints.Â
âSo thatâs whatâs got my girl so mm- upset?â Toji has the audacity to chuckle - chuckle - so raggedly at that syrupy pout of yours heâs kissing away. âUsually you and this sweet pussy-â He cups a palm at your glistening cunt, smearing your sweet, sweet juices in a glossy sheen down his wrist. â-are so happy to see me, nâ now you want to keep her quiet? All because some blue-balled loser just moved in next door and got jealous overhearing your pretty moans?â
At your nervous nod, he clicks his tongue gruffly, âMakinâ you all upset like this, tch-â Leaning down to whisper, until his sharp canines graze dangerously against your earlobe, âHeâs about to find out that he hasnât heard even half of it.â
âBut Toji!â youâre squealing, fingers scrambling to clamp your already-deliriously sagging mouth shut. âI told you- we have to mmpf- be quiet. He seemed so grumpy, and-â
Youâre being cut off with Toji nudging the divot of his fat head against your g-spot, until all those complaints are lodged in your quivering chest by a moan. Teasing, âTalking âbout another man when mâtrynna make you feel better, doll? Bold today, arenât ya?â
âN-no I was jus-â Barely-audible babbles drag out of you at the heavenly stretch of your pussy lips. Tojiâs muscled chest heaves up and down at the way your pussy lips addictively swallow up his leaky cock, slobbering down, down, down his length till it glistened in the dim lighting. Your legs kicking up in the air when he insistently feeds your cunt inch by greedy inch.Â
Again. And again and again and so needy. Depraved.Â
But it still wasnât enough for him.
âAww, come on, woman.â Heâs rolling his eyes, that tiny scar curling up in a devilish grin when he pries away the hand on your mouth. âWhyâre you lyinâ to yourself like this? I know you wanna heh- scream my name as much as this cute cunt of yours is right now. Do it.â
As if to confirm his point, Tojiâs pushing apart your puffy folds to let your gaping pussy squelch! even louder at each of his bullying thrusts. Tight ring of muscle taking each and every smack of his sharp hip bones so well, the riotous creaking of your bed following shortly, headboard just slamming into your poor wall despite being bolted onto it.
It was already so loud.Â
âI donât hngh-â you let out a feverish gasp when each roll of his hypnotic cadence gets too much. âI donât wanna give off a b-bad impressionâŠI just want the neighbors to like me.â
Heart clenching in his chest at how cute you are, how sorry your voice sounds, he finds his irritation flaring once again at whoever this bastard was that had you doubting yourself this way.
âDollâ theyâd be fuckinâ stupid not to. And Iâd beat their asses, too.â Two soft pads of his fingers come to smush your cheeks together, forcing you to stare up into his darkened emerald eyes. âBut my poor babyâs still ngh- upset, no?â When youâre hesitant with your answer, they slide down to your neck - just barely putting a bit of leering pressure, âAnswer me while mâstill being nice, doll.â
Itâs all you can do to choke out a shrill, âYes.â He can feel your walls clenching around every ridge and prominent vein down his shaft so tight with every sultry, mewled-out word. âH-he was really sweet! But it made me- a bit- jusâ a bit.â
âSee?â And Toji sounds so smug, predatory tone bleeding into the way his harsh rams pick up to an obscene speed. A thumb of his dips down to swivel over your neglected clit, wrenching out those candied moans he loves so much. âNothinâ wrong with makinâ my girl feel better after a shitty experience. Nâ if anyone has anything to s-say, they can come complain to hngh- me.â
âB-but-â
âAh ah-â Toji kisses sloppily at your lips trying to press together and quieten, sucking on your lower lip. âWhat did I say just now? Loud, pretty girl.âÂ
And itâs like a dam breaks open right then and there, youâre arching your body off the bed like such a slut to press your bare tits against Tojiâs pecs. Sensitive. Faster. âToji- oh fuck, mâso-â
âHeh, louder. I donât hear you losing your beautiful voice yet.â
Keening, âMâso close. Fuck- g-gonna cum all over your cock.â
Heâs cupping his ear so mockingly, hips still stuttering and thrusting forwards without a momentsâ faltering. âStill canât hear you, m-ah not gonna let you cum if youâre not loud enough, yâknow.â
You were sure your sinful noises were traveling through the heavy, plastered wall now. Picking up in pitch and speed with every double-attack on your sweet spots everywhere. Spearing the lewd curve of his dick into you, heâs fucking you into the mattress so mean - meaner that usual. Rugged muscles of his toned waist flexing when he jostles and thrusts unforgivingly. Your voice is hoarse at this point, âFuck- fuck fuck fuck Toji mâcumming. Iâm-â
Every other loud moan is drowned out by the ringing in your ears, Tojiâs own soft rasps filtering through the white-hot pleasure running down your spine.Â
Heâs fucking you through wave after wave of high, gifting your bruised g-spot with a thorough, sly pistons of his still-swollen cock. Something that didnât bode well for you, you already knew.Â
âThaâs it. Yeahh, thatâs it-â A hand cups the back of your head gently, even though his slamming staccato was anything but. âLoud. Jusâ like that- shit, gonna make him jealous. Have him regret makinâ my girl upset, fuck-â An irritated banging sounds from the other side of the wall right above your headboard - your neighbor. âFuck, just watch Iâll give him a real show.â Still throwing jagged hips your way, ram after ram. âWhatâs the fuckerâs name again?â
âHe- he said his name was Shiu.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Sweet, sweet treat
âI can fix it.â your husband eyed that droopy bowl of frosting and back to your candied, icing-glossed pout. He canât help but plant a sweet, sweltering kiss on them, just groaning out, âWe can do it together.â Barely managing to break away and breathe out, âSâgonna- turn out- perfect, my love.â
Which is how you find yourself splayed out so shamefully on the cool granite countertops of your kitchen, your soft cotton dress only pulled lazily to the side. Nanamiâs knees seated firmly on the hardwood floors, face tucked in between the heavenly sweet folds of your already soaked cunt.Â
âOh- oh fuck, Kenââ he makes you let out a honeyed drawl with every drag of his hot tongue up and down your soppingly wet slit. âY-youâre gonna get the- ngh- counter dirty!â
So what? He thinks, and it only takes a flicker of surprise in your half-lidded eyes for him to realize he accidentally said that out loud. Not used to those uncharacteristically brash sentences, but Nanami was so drunk off your addictive juices right now.Â
Tipping his head back, back, back to let them make their slow, sultry journey down his throat. Heâs slurring out proudly, âIâll clean the mess after I cheer up my upset lilâ wife, okay?â
With this, heâs spitting on your quivering cunt. Adding to the glistening gloss that traveled down your folds - and Nanami couldnât help himself but kiss at the mess heâs made. Over and over and-
âF-fuuuck, jusâ like that-â Youâre keening when heâs alternating between hollowing his cheeks out with methodical, never-ending sucks on your sensitive clit and just peeking inside your needy hole with his tongue. âYouâre too good with your hngh! -tongue, Kenââ
Itâs impossible to run away - and he knew that, too. Every little inch you backed on the counter had him just dragging you back twice as much. Hot tongue clashing and angry to part your swollen pussy lips.Â
You can only thread your fingers through his neat blond hair even tighter when he surges back forward. Pussydrunk. Groaning at the lewd smack of his tongue dipping in and out of your puffy folds, Thumb circling around your throbbing clit, âAnd youâre too sweet, darling. Even sweeter than-â He pools your slick on two thick fingers of his, coating a glossy sheen of obscenity all the way from his rounded tips to the gold wedding ring glinting in the dim light. Before popping them in his mouth to take such long, cleansing drags without even a shred of abashed hesitation, â-that icing of yours.â
âI knowââ youâre babbling in disappointment, the full force of your failed attempts at baking something special earlier this evening hitting you once again at full force. âUgh, what a waste. I canât even-â
A syrupy beat passes. One. Two.Â
And at that very moment, youâre feeling the maddening stretching of your gummy walls being forced to their very limits. Whirling your dazed gaze down to spot that Nanami was now standing, belt unbuckled, tugged down just enough that you were reeling from the pressure of his fat head just barely kissing past your fluttering hole.Â
âThatâs my wife youâre talkinâ about.â he growls, low and satiny. Hands steadying on the two sides of your trembling thighs, his grunts catch in his throat when he thoroughly sinks his swollen length in. Never-ending, dizzying. A quick frosting-coated glide of Nanamiâs fingers on your lips, and heâs pressing another lingering kiss on your slack mouth. Tasting you and the sweet icing and you, âAnd I donât let anyone talk about her that way, my love.â
Now, usually, Nanami was a man of patience - liking to prepare and play around with your pretty pussy as if you were his favorite toy. Molding your plush walls like clay to take his massive cock.
But now, oh now Nanami Kento was anything but patient. Shit, he didnât even know if your snug walls could take him right now.Â
Hands curling up into painful fists far away from the curve of your hips, as if he was trying to stop himself from just grabbing your quivering body and just slamming himself inside you until he reached your lungs, your heart, that stupid brain of yours that loved to overthink.
âDonât you ever fuckinâ say anything bad about my wife. Youâre perfect.â he breathes, greedy hazel eyes looking like they could devour you whole. âThe frosting is perfect, the anniversary cake is perfect, your smile, your mind, you-â Youâre being attacked by a flurry of kisses being gifted on every inch of your face that could be reached, âYou you you- I love you.â
If you were in the right state of mind, youâd have responded back in a heartbeat. But right now, heâs not waiting a split-second longer before bullying the rest of his swollen, filthy cock in. Solid inches being shoved inside to force your walls to accommodate, stretching out so maddeningly across every divot and upwards curve down his shaft.
In and out in and out in and-
Your nails tear across his favorite blue button-up, down his muscled shoulders, down to that speckled yellow tie youâd gotten him a few years ago.Â
âYouâre so- hngh-â you squeal, tugging Nanami closer by his tie. Making him bully past your narrow opening even deeper, slick walls squeezing so tight at how his weepy red tip presses right on top of your g-spot.Â
He chuckles, itâs so endearing how youâre already too cockdrunk to speak. One engulfing hand on your shoulder is all it takes for you to be sprawled back on the cool counter. Nanamiâs pummeling cock bullying so deep inside your hot core itâs the only thing you can think about - nothing but him.Â
âHow about, after-â Another dredge of sweet sweet frosting is dabbed along your lips, your heated skin. All for Nanami to lick sultrily, â-weâll make the cake together, hm?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âJust use me, baby.â
Those shallow, sultry words are falling from Chosoâs rosy lips before he even realizes it - ringing like sheer melodies over the heady smacking of skin-on-skin where heâs bullying his fat cock into you.Â
After a few seconds of his sloppy, stuttering rams sending the gooey puddle of cum and slick spreading further and further on the sticky, silken sheets below you - the words finally register.Â
âUse you, baby?â you purr, batting your lashes in a way that has him gulping. Feeling his aching shaft twitch against your gummy walls, swollen balls squeezing so so angrily with how much seed heâd been gushing out tonight. âYou want me to use you?â
Each thrust of his is lingering, rolling forwards to push you further and further up that pooling mess. He canât think, he canât even breathe. And it takes everything in Choso to groan out, âYes yes- fuck, please.â Youâre feeling him place a trail of wet kisses up to the nape of your neck, big tears clinging to his dark lashes, âIf my- hngh- if my girl is upset, I want her to use me. Ruin me till she forgets all about it.â
It only takes a split-second for you to immediately flip around your positions, pinning a whiny, pliant Choso so harshly down onto the plush mattress.Â
âHngh- oh, babyââ He bounces slightly at the sheer force. Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head at the slobbering sheen of cum dripping down his long, long length. Bucking up his quivering hips till youâre speared all the way down on his cock, clit hitting the tufts of black at his thick hilt. âFuuuckâ.â Heâs groaning raggedly, like a mantra, two big arms tugging your body stuck to his sculpted front. Nodding half-lucidly, âYeah- yeah just like that. Whatever you want with me.â
Your pace was unforgiving - barely even giving him a moment to spew out those pussydrunk promises before rocking your hips up and down up and-
âUse you, huh?â you echo back his own words, the sheer need dripping in them having Choso bow his body upwards to pummel into you in a matching feverish pace. Youâre humming, thinking back to those stupid pick-up lines the creepy new manager at work had snided just today. It was harmless, but oh how Choso would kill him if he knew. âWell then, donât mind if I do.â
With a pained keen, heâs surging upwards onto his elbows, craning his head to mesh your honeyed lips with his. âMmm- mpfh yeah, exactly like this.â Mixing out such throaty groans with your gasps, so desperate to please you with the way he plants two feet on the bed, thrusting up hazily to find your sweet spots, âSâthis any better? How do you- ngh how do you feel, baby?â
Youâre letting out a drunken giggle with how heâs the one asking - when really it should be you. Because your sweet boyfriend looked so ruined, eyes wrecked with tears. Milky skin a canvas for possessive red marks from your nails. Kiss-bitten lips spit-glossed and permanently parted in ecstasy, only slacking further every time your snug channel dragged down him.Â
âMuch better, forgot about mâday already.â youâre hissing into his open mouth. âSo fuckinâ gorgeous nâ mine, that bastard doesnât know what the fuck heâs ah- talking about.â
Choso had no idea what you were talking about - though, he thinks his mind is too much of a hot, gooey mess to understand right now. Still so needy to please. Only being able to babble out a stupid, âYours- fuck mâyours.â
And despite being the one setting the tempo, you can only let out such whiny groans at the sheer stretch Chosoâs swollen cock is causing you. By the way heâs molding your gummy walls to each and every throbbing vein decorating down him.
âSh-shit mâso close, baby.â he whines, a fresh wave of tears streaming down with each overstimulating smack! of his tight, overworked balls against the curve of your ass. Lazily, like heâs moving through molasses, Chosoâs drawing messy patterns on your pulsing clit - not even circles, brain too fried to. âMâso close fuck- I need you to- I need-â
âShhh shhh.â you coo, running a hand through his dark strands, damp with sweat. âCum fâme, Cho~â
âHngh!â He canât stop his hips from bucking up ferally, crying out, âBut- I canât. Wanâ you to feel better. Need you to cum fâme. Use me-â
âCho.â
âPlease-â
âChoso.â you warn, narrowing your eyes, deciding to tease him a little with shallow, repetitive grinds of your hips up and down. Toes curling at the friction of his creamy seed sloshing around inside. âCum.â
âHngh- but-â heâs thrashing upwards, so addicted to the rough collision of your sensitive spots against his fat head. Pulling out such fucked-out moans from you already, âBut mâspposed to be making you feel happy-â
Your fingers deftly find themselves on Chosoâs temping throat, right above his racing pulse. You tighten your nails just enough to leave five matching crescents to match the rest of his marked-up body.
âChoââ you puff in a sultry groan against his ear. âAll I want is for you to fill me up right now.â
And then heâs spilling into you in thick, hot dredge after dredge of his potent seed - before youâve even finished your sentence. It overfills your pre-painted cunt, that obscene white slopping out of your slit and onto where your hips rocked against your boyfriendâs even harder. A creamy white ring forming mouthwateringly. Relentlessly.Â
âSee?â Choso couldnât - vision blurry, ears stuffed with cotton. âI donât care what any sleazy manager has to say, youâre perfect for me.â A gentle kiss is placed on his pouty, worried lips and shit you still didnât show any signs of slowing down, overstimulating him to tears. You trace his furious marks, âNâ pick me up from work tomorrow in your skimpiest muscle tee~â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Overtime?
A lewd smack! is all thatâs ringing in your ears right now, so loud over the distant hum of the photocopier. Accompanied shortly by Getoâs sing-song rasp of, âHeh, missinâ our reservation for this- Are you the one havinâ a bad day or am I?â
Before you can answer, youâre being gifted with another mean kiss of your boyfriendâs palm against your bulging pussy. Smack! Lingering on the nudge of where he could feel your sloppy hole mending around his girthy shaft, before dancing upwards to grip your hair in a sultry hold.Â
Pulling your entire weight up, up, up like he didnât care about the way he was treating you like some ragdoll right now. Up to drag his lips towards your ear, âDoesnât matter, because mâstill fuckinâ you just the same.â
âS-Suguââ your breaths crack with need when heâs pushing in a harsh thrust to slam back into the very bottom of your poor pussy. Eyes darting to the tiny window of your office photocopy room, âSugu, weâre going to get caught.â
âAnd yet, sheâs still hah- sucking me up as sluttily as ever.â he grins, tilting his head back to get those long, inky strands out of his face. He chuckles at the obscene sight of your cunt stretched to her limits, struggling, and drooling a sweet, sweet gloss down his length. âWhatâs with the ngh- attitude now? You said you wanted to feel better about working overtime so here we are.â
You bite down on your lower lip to hold back your moans when his fat tip draws a solid, straight line across your bruised cervix. Slamming forwards to have you scrambling forwards into some more important paperwork you really should be looking over right now.Â
âI did but-â
âProblem solved then.â Geto lets out a low whistle, sounding so utterly smug when he pulls your hips deeper into his. âNow let me make this shitty workload hah- so much better for you, gorgeous.â
Honestly, when you told your dear boyfriend that youâd have to cancel tonightâs date because of a sudden deadline for tomorrow, you felt guilty. Working after everyone else had left, spewing out upset little apologies until he told you heâd come over to the office to âhelp you take your mind off of things.â
You just didnât expect itâd end up like this.Â
Smack!
Geto scoffs, âAww documents have you zoning out on me again, pretty girl? Take a break, didnât I tell ya you donât have to worry about work and all those stupid things when youâre with me?â
Your knees weaken involuntarily when his gruff question is followed by such an unapologetic crash into your ravaged g-spot. Thankfully being held up by one of Getoâs strong arms to fuck yourself back all the way from his red, weepy tip to that see-through ring dredged up on his thick base. Somehow, youâre managing to gasp out, âN-no, I was justâŠâ
âN-n-no, you were just zoning out, thatâs what.â heâs mocking your answer in an overly-dramatic higher pitch, adding a few extra moans you were spilling with every harsh slam after slam of his hips. âWhat did I tell you now, relax. Let me fuck this shitty overtime and that shitty boss outta ya cute lilâ head, gorgeous. You and her-â His red-rimmed eyes, drunk on the feeling of your slicked walls enveloping him, lock on the sight of his curved dick disappearing so easily in and out of you. â-donât have to worry about a thing right now.â
It was that same little promise - the one heâd whispered over and over into your sagging open mouth when heâd first ambushed you in the photocopy room. Bending you over the nearest flat surface before ramming into you all those thick, greedy inches of his long-needy cock.
And here he still was.Â
Splatters of your syrupy slick coats his toned pelvis with every jagged thrust, fucking you so deep - so disrespectfully - into the office desk. Your feet donât even touch the ground now, mind spinning and syrupy. Getoâs bending his own to angle up exactly to hit the bullseye of your sweet spots. All those familiarly mapped-out areas to drive anything and everything out of your mind but him and the temptation for more more more-
Click!
Both of you are raising your heads in sync at the distinct clamor of an opening door somewhere in the office - shit, was someone doing patrols at this time?
Your jaw drops open in shock - and the feeling of your boyfriend sliding two slender fingers to your pulsing clit. Drawing rough, skimming circles on the bundle of nerves. He has you jolting and arching your back right into him, his arms - exactly where he loved to have you.Â
âNow weâre-â your words come in strangled little stutters, mindlessly bouncing your ass back onto his cock. Feeling the sinful tremors run down your spine with each slam, â-weâre really gonna get hah- caught. And Iâm not even halfway through my project yet.â
And Geto - that smug bastard - sounds amused. He thinks heâll have a ah- talk with your boss later about piling on workloads later. But for now, he sounds so fucking content when heâs musing, âBetter cum fast before they give you more than overtime, pretty girl.â Before planting a deceivingly chaste peck on your lips, âThough, I wouldnât say ânoâ to havinâ a cute lilâ housewife to spoil all day either.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - QUIET TIME!
âOh, Kunaââ
âNow thatâs music to my ears.â Sukuna smirks darkly, lips searing in a trail right down your arched spine. Two inhumanly large hands massage down your back, pulling you against his sculpted front. âSo much better to hear you say mâname than complain about some fuckinâ eugh-â His tone trembles in distaste, â-office drama.â
Scoffing, âNo need to be so mean, Kuna. You really shouldâve heard what Mrs. Smith down at-â
That little tangent earns you a sharp smack! to the fat of your bare ass, cupping the little tremors with a chuckle. He hums with a mocking lilt in his baritone voice, âYouâre testing my patience~â Sukuna goes back to kneading at the stressed knots in your body. âShut up and let me massage you, woman.â
And oh you shouldâve learned your lesson - shouldâve taken this rare, sweet little moment youâd gotten from your rough boyfriend. Shouldâve done anything other than huff out, âUgh, if only youâd heard what she said, ruined my whole-â
âLift your hips.â
Your eyes widen at the sudden interruption, âWh-what?â
âLift your hips goddammit.â
Itâs all you can do to mindlessly head his gruffed out words, legs stuttering and shaky when you get up on all fours. A gasp rips from your throat when Sukuna shuffles into the gap between your pliant body and the silken bedsheets. Not stopping until his hot breath was puffing against your sopping slit, your eyes mere inches away from his massive erection. Throbbing thickly and outlined with precum through his boxers.Â
Your mouth waters, âK-Kuna what-â
âSo it really takes this to get me back on your mind, huh, brat?â heâs cutting you off with another branding smack on your ass - this time, the very rounded tips of his thick fingers just grazing against your dripping folds. âCouldnât stop talkinâ about some fuckinâ Mrs. Smith even when Iâm right here.â
âAre you jealous?â you muse, brows turning upwards in confusion. âBecause I can assure you-â
Before you can run your mouth again, Sukunaâs cutting you off with one hand reaching down to wrap around your throat. The other pulls your shaky hips down to sit on his face.Â
âHowâs this for jealous?â He grunts, an obscene slurping noise pouring into your hazy bedroom, eyes rolling to the back of his head at this messy kiss with your needy cunt. âGonna make you forget about those shitty people. Just focus on me.â
Youâre managing to wrangle your greedy gaze over your shoulder to spy his lewdly wet smirk, glistening down with a glossed cover of your slick. Theyâre so pretty, so kiss-bruised in your favorite shade of pink when they wrap around your throbbing cunt to give a harsh suck. âWhat? Got a problem, woman?â
You wine softly in protest, your lower lip jutting out in a pout that makes his clothed cock just coat down his fat tip with syrupy precum. Opening your mouth to retort and-
In all of two seconds, Sukunaâs hand snug around your throat drops down to tug on his boxers. Tall, angry erection hitting your parted lips with a soft thwack! It doesnât stay there for long - no, because you feel that familiar pressure back on your throat again, and his achy cock being bullied down, down, down your throat.Â
âActually, donât answer that.â heâs letting out a strained groan, sanity dancing away with every clench of your tight throat around his glistening shaft. Holding you still with the hand on your throat, Sukunaâs powerful thigh muscles strain when heâs fucking up into your heavenly mouth slow, sultry. Spitting to coat him in all your sweet saliva, âConsider this quiet time, just shut up and take my cock.â
Your eyes are watering, Sukunaâs girth rubbing against every part of your plushy mouth. Swirling a pool of salty precum on your tongue. You canât do anything but keen brokenly around that warm weight when long, thick fingers are spreading your puffy folds to wrangle his long tongue in deeper. Textures of his tastebuds grazing over and over against your spongy entrance - your clit.Â
âHngh- mmpf-â youâre jutting your hips traitorously. Dragging your slobbering pussy up and down his thorough lips, giving longing, drunken licks up from your weepy base to your hot clit. âKuna-â
He breaks away with a sinful smack! Your sensitive bud being tugged along with snapping strings of delicate precum and slick.
âMhm, thatâs what I like-â heâs slurring out words mixing together with need. Free hand coming down to toy your clit between two rolling fingers. And you could tell how much he liked this, fat shaft twitching animalistically inside your mouth. Nudging his leaking head at the back of your throat, itâs only with how long youâve been with Sukuna that you manage not to gag. â-to have you shut up on my cock this way. That pretty mouth is better used for something other than rememberinâ some shitty people when youâre with me. They can fuck right off with the disrespect towards my woman.â
Itâs all you can do to keep your jaw slacking further and further with every dragged-out smack of Sukunaâs heavy balls against your face. His hips using you like some glorified cocksleeve, ruthless in his pace. Molding your mouth to the shape of him while he does the very same with yours.
âF-fuuuck-â you manage to gasp out through the drooling edges of your lips. âIt feels so- nghââ Moans getting lost when Sukuna flicks your throbbing clit slowly, nudging with the very tip of his dark fingernails. âYouâre being so-â
âSo loud.â he finishes your own sentence for you. Grinning a grin that sends shivers up your spine, right to where he was stuffing your mouth shut with all long inches of his cock. Murmuring dangerously around your sloppy hole, âInterrupt quiet time again and you donât get to cum, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Unmistakably depraved.
âFuuuuck, sweetheart.â Gojoâs whispering, over and over. As if he canât - wonât - manage to articulate anything else right now. The honeyed words wrenching out of him with each sticky crash of his shaft down your sloppy slit in this firm mating press. âDo you know how hngh- long Iâve missed this sweet cunt?â
You donât have to answer, and the echoing smack! of his too-sensitive balls against the curve of your ass is enough of one for him. Making his eyes gleam with such a feral glint, traveling straight to where he was pressing in bullying little grinds past your clamping walls.Â
Itâs been so long - too long - about a whole week since your pussy-whipped boyfriend was able to have his fill of you.
A soft pad of his thumb rolls in a languid circle over your needy clit. Sending white-hot shockwaves that have you jolting the balls of your feet to greedily swallow up even more throbbing inches of him.Â
âFuck, forgot how tight you s-squeeze me when I do that.â Gojo eyes dance to the back of his head with every bottom-out hit against your clingy mess of a cunt. Crashing so messily onto every velvety inch of your cunt. It only takes a few drags of your slobbering walls down his length for your dear boyfriend to run his mouth, âForgot allll about this because of some- hngh- some mournng for a fucking fictional character-â
âMy favorite character, Toru!â you exclaim, through furrowed brows. Both of you are shocked at the fact that youâre still managing to speak in coherent sentences - just means he hasnât fucked you good enough yet, he muses with his syrupy, pussydrunk mind. âHe was my- my favorite and he died and-â
Youâre immediately being shut up by two sweet lips planting on your own, immediately moving to suck on your tongue so filthily. âWell, Iâm your favorite boyfriend-â Your only, but semantics. Gojo whines - whines, âShouldnât I- hngh- be more important?â
As if to help you make your decision, heâs burrowing his cock in such needy thrusts. And Gojo canât help but crane his neck to bite down on your frantically racing pulse, feeling himself salivate with how well youâre milking each and every single vexing ram of his hips. Just spearing the hotly saturated tip into your spongy g-spots, so fucking big that every stroke feels like a brush against your throat, an indent into the plush walls of your pussy, wrapping and molded around his girth.Â
Another bite to your neck at your silence - sharp canines just shy of drawing blood. And you swear Gojoâs eyes spark with an unnatural lightning blue when he devours you with a greedy stare, âAnswer me, sweetheart.â
âYou a-are.â Is all you can gasp out, but thatâs not enough for the great Gojo Satoru. Youâre instantly earning a rosy pout and a loaded smack! right on the bullseye of your glistening clit, faintly you think you hear the crackle of jujutsu. Thighs burning at the sheer stretch of being folded down, down, down until your knees knocked against your tits. âYouâre more- hah! Fuck fuck fuck donâtâ youâre more important!â
This seems to soothe your jealous boyfriend a bit, but it still doesnât stop him from placing such brutal thrusts on your poor, ravaged pussy. Bruising. Sloppy.Â
Youâre whining so brokenly, âFuck, right there- feels too good- hngh!â
âMhm, exactly what I thought.â Another explosive slap to your sensitive nub, humming with power, and Gojo throws his head back at how much it makes you gush so wetly around his thick hilt. âNow, was that- ngh- was that so hard?â Spitting out little profanities into your lips, as if the man he was jealous over wasnât a few pixels, âThe f-fucker- Had to wait a whole week before I got to comfort my sad girl? Iâd kill him myself.â
You canât even formulate a response to that - not even if you wanted to. Because with increasingly sloppy drags of his cock against your walls, Gojo only grows more and more heated.Â
âFuck- makinâ my girl so upset. Gonna fuck all thoughts outta him for ya.â Babbling out little curses a mile a minute, swift pace bruising your spring cervix, your g-spot. A thin trickle of drool trails messily in-between your clashing kisses, only growing every time heâs ramming into your gripping cunt. âGonna make you cum- make you mine.â Difficult, even with how you were clinging onto his every rough, angled thrust, and you donât think Gojo even realizes the possessive little spanks heâs repeatedly leaving on your puffy clit. âWonât you cum like a good girl fâme, sweetheart?â
Heâs moaning at the sloppy way you listen to his ragged plea, letting out such pretty moans into the heady air when you fall back into your high. Toes curling, jolts of needy pleasure running down your spine, such a mess.Â
It makes Gojo falter in his tempo, it makes the sharp bones on his toned hips slam into you even harder, stuttering and rutting forwards like some animal in heat that canât bear to do anything but be buried well inside you. It makes him cum.Â
âOh- fuck, Toru sâin so deep.â You mewl, too cockdrunk to say anything else. To feel anything but the slow, sultry filling of your quivering cunt. Rope after rope of his hot cum painting the mess of your branded walls inside, and each time heâs fucking his cum even deeper you feel a lewd whimper of his name leave you. Vision tinging with need, with the feeling of being so overfilled you could barely breathe. âOh- oh my god I feel it coming-â
Your words hitch in your throat when Gojo - cock still angry and twitching with faint wisps of trickling cum - plugs a slender finger into your bulging cunt. Stopping the overflow, the grins, âHope youâre on the pill, my girl, because weâre not done until you forget.â
A/N. Ouu yâall shouldâve seen the way I was CACKLING writing Tojiâs ending.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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#TRYNA FUCK ME I'M LIKE OKAY! g. suguru
â sum. suguru geto wasnât used to losing a race, especially to a fucking rookieâbut youâve got him confused, intrigued, and⊠hard? long story short, ever since he hit it heâs never been the same.
wc. 6.8k
warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, 2 fast 2 furious references, bratty reader, rivals to lovers ( ? ), geto has a dīck piercing, big size kink, riding, he fucks you on the hood of your car, cunnīlingus, sore loser geto gets humbled lel, overstim, squīrting, dirty talk, praise, petnames.
an. chase atlantic inspired me again </3 same au as this one.
second fucking place. he got second place and he lost to you, a newbieâthe newest racer with the prettiest trendy wheels, flashy rims, and a hot pink 2001 honda s2000. stupid, stupid, the reality of losing left a sour taste in getoâs mouth. he canât remember the last time heâs lost, ever. .
the moment he saw your car bolt in front of him at those last few milliseconds of the race with fiery pink smoke coughing from your steel pipes dusting near his front window, he just knew he lost to you. geto scoffs. âtch,â heâd mumble, slamming his car door shut, and releasing the straps of his custom-made helmet. you leaned against your slick hood, innocently fanning yourself with a pamphlet of the trackâs course layout that was given to every racer before glancing at geto. he was quite tall and he looked down at you with a look of intrigue and bitter annoyance. âcheater.â
âexcuse me?â you raise a brow. you knew damn well who he was, suguru getoâone of the if not the best street racer in tokyo. notorious for his wins and extremly cocky ego - except this time, your win against him bruised that little detail a bit. a small grin spreads across your glossed lips before your eyes rove up and down his dark leather ripped clothes. âyou said somethinâ?â
âyou heard me, sweetheart,â he utters, bringing a gloved hand up to his face. doing so, geto tucks his sticky black tresses back inside his helmet. heâs so close, that he practically has you cornered against the hot hood of your car and his eyes stare at the medal thatâs pinned near the left side of your chest. that gold medal that was supposed to be his. âbesides,â and you nearly gasped once you felt your rear tap against the front of your vehicle. âyour âridingâ could use a âlil work, rookie.â
you saw the look in his eyes. heâs challenging you, geto sees you as a potential threat and he wasnât fond of losing.. ever.
it just wasnât in his vocabulary.
you donât know why but beating one of tokyoâs top street racers made cocky pride swell right up in your chest. the same kind of cocky pride that he was used to, and damn were you a force to be reckoned with. he just had to learn that the hard way.
âdo i?â you reply, reaching an arm inside of your car to twist the keys out of the ignition. with a roaring sputtering growl, your engine gradually turns off and the sounds of whirring wind fill the air.
getoâs got his hands buried in his pockets as his tall lean body stands still. heâs checking you out.
his head slightly tilts to the side with his helmet cracked open and you can feel his eyes trailing up your entire physique.
heâs studying you - trying to figure out just who this pretty girl that just dusted him in a race.
youâd be lying through your teeth if you didnât idolize him just a little bit. he was well known not just in tokyo but worldwide. the fangirls loved him, and the racers despised him with envy.
beating the suguru geto was a rare fever dream of itself.
âor are you just upset youâre not in the spotlight for once?â brat.. though your comment made him scoff with a sly smile curling against his thin lips.
âmm. for a new racer you sure have a smart mouth,â and his eyes quickly dash toward your car.
hot pink, it even looked freshly new and painted. and just to put the icing on the cake, it also has a pretty character design painted near the sides with the addition of a cheetah print wheel.
he lost to . . that?
getoâs quietly admiring your ride thoughâit looked like it was straight out of a movie. once he looks down at you again, he speaks in a gruff intimidated tone, finishing his sentence. âitâs only your first win, donât be cocky.â
âiâll be cocky if i want,â you murmur, and thereâs a loud competitive tension between you both.
people started to leave the car meeting spot until it was just the two of you. your carâs parked near one of the garages where getoâs car was coincidentally parked also. youâre still leaning against the pink hood of your car before walking up to him. you close the awkward distance between you both, being just a few inches apart.
youâre bold, and he liked your spunk although heâd never flat-out admit it.
just . . . who were you?
geto didnât like losingâthatâs already been established. but now, heâs starting to realize he probably has to deal with you in future races, and oh- he knew you were gonna be a problem.
and he was right, because perhaps heâd finally met his match.
âbesides, even if i did cheat,â you retaliate, your tone sounding more and more coy and foxy. playfully, your arms wrap around his shoulders and you tap against his sheer black helmet that had âs. getoâ autographed in bold purple near the other shell. vexed, mousy eyes glare at you through the protective gear and you lean up all the way close. âwhat are you gonna do about it, suguru?â
famous last words,
because one moment youâre being nothing but a mere brat and the next, you found yourself bent over the hood of your pretty blush-colored honda.
well, fuck.
suguru geto didnât take disrespect lightly . . although, he liked the brat in you. a nice change of pace, even though it pissed him off a bit - a lot.
âs- shit,â you gasp, feeling your thighs squeeze together. getoâs domineering aura sends you chills, the kind of chills where it runs through your entire soul.
heâs so close that you could almost taste his loud cologne on your tongue. itâs a manly scent, youâd probably guess one of the main ingredients was oak moss. as youâre pondering deep in thought, still trying to get over his loud smellâa hand gingerly starts to brush down your skimpy lace-up chaps.
his touch felt good. . and sure, maybe youâve fantasized about this exact moment once or twice while watching his races broadcasted on live television. getoâs pressed up against you as youâre idly hunched over, biting your lip. with a huff, youâre so close to your tinted window that you were practically having a staring contest with your rosy windshield wipers. âaw. you planned to spank me over my car?â
ânot exactly, pretty girl,â he tsks with a clicked tongue, and thatâs when you feel it. something poking against your rear â oh, he was hard.
it was something hard and you donât quite think it was his helmet..
that couldnât have been anything else other than a raging boner, and it makes you smugly hum. geto groans once he feels your ass wriggling against his skin-tight leather jeans. âthink youâre funny, yeah girl?â
âa bit,â you utter in a breathy tone, feeling his fingers zig-zag down the exposed straps of clothing that reveal a bit of skin. you didnât mind his touch - in fact, you only wanted more.
the inside of the garage was widely spaciousâbig enough to fit your car and getoâs iconic skyline gtr. itâs a gorgeous midnight dark purple that glimmers in the dead of night, akin to a ravenâs wings.
with the garage lot being empty, it was just the two of you, the witching hour steadily approaching. all that could be heard was the occasional squawks and chirps of squaking birds and loud cars honking near the far distance by the freeway. as heâs still got you pinned over, you bite your pointer finger with a cheeky hum. âhilarious even.â
but, you donât find anything funny moments later when the street racerâs tongue is shoved right between your splayed, plush thighs.
not at all, in fact- the only âwordsâ that came from your mouth were babbling inaudible whimpers, and he made sure youâd eat your sentences⊠just like heâs eating out your first place cunt like the starved man he was.
with widened eyes and a stretched jaw hanging open, you stare back with a hand on your ass, giving your skin a soft squeeze. geto grunts, on his knees as youâre hauled right over your pretty decorated hood.
hell! you figured heâd ask to rematch but this..
it seemed like all he wanted to do was take out his loss on your pussy⊠with his second-place tongue.
and thatâs just what he does too.
not that you were even complainingâsuguru geto was a nasty man to no oneâs surprise. heâs nasty on the road and heâs even nastier with his tongue recklessly driving up and down your slobbering twitching cunt.
you feel a crooked nose sloooowly drag its way like a trail against your entrance. geto starts near the bottom and then makes his way up, making sure to have his button nose dripping with your mess. letting off a sweet whimper, it doesnât take long before heâs starting sucking against your swollen clit.
âhng,ïżœïżœ a needy whine dashes from your throat, and you can already feel a shaking judder spasm between your legs. getoâs unapologetically sloppy with his mouth too. as heâs repeatedly flicking the pointed pink tip of his tongue in crazed different directions, a throaty hiccup leaves from your glued lips. âfuuck, do you usually mhm--do this to your opponents who hah, beat you?â
âonly the ones with the smart fuckinâ mouths,â he replies with a quickness, taking a moment to spit right on your sticky cunt. itâs a loud âptuiâ and itâs a filthy slimy trail that dribbles past his lips, polishing near the creasing crevices of his mouth.
a rubber-gloved hand snakes toward the crack of your pried open thighs and he spanks your pussy, causing a cute shrieking squeal to leave out your strained cords. âalso, a reminder again. you didnât beat me. i let you win. big difference.â
âs- sure,â you sheepishly moan, feeling vapid air circle around you both.
the night was eerily and silently deadâyou swallowed thickly, praying no one would see you bent over your flashy pink hood getting eaten out by one of the most famous street racers in the world. although, the thought of getting caught made you throb in a way you didnât think it would.
heâs mean with his tongue.
geto was competitive in everything he did, including with how he ate it.
your strapped pants were pulled down along with your panties lazily sticking toward the side of your feeble quaking thighs.
within minutes his jaw would angrily ache, growing slack and locking from how it was reaching soreness - but he didnât care.
if he didnât win his race, the least he could do was win by eating you outâŠright?
getoâs designer mauve-colored helmet probably costed thousands and rests near the side of him. he took it off before he started to feast himself between your sprawled legs.
through hazed doe-like peripherals, you stare at it and admire the designs that paint across his visor.
everywhere, thereâs writing and designsâand again, you spot his famous autograph thatâs nearly written near the side. typical, of course, heâd autograph his helmet.
heâs suguru fuckinâ geto.
regardless though, youâre still nothinâ but a whining mess though, and as he continues to eat you out, you let off a sweet âooh!â as soon as he bites near your pearly clit.
itâs soft and tender, but it still makes you babble out a sobbing moan. his teeth gently nibbled against your pussy . . . leisurely slithering his tongue between your flooding flaps.
so good, each time you hear the wet smacks from his lips, you can hear geto huskily groaning out satisfying âmmmhâ âs.
itâs a feeling that makes your legs stagger within the firm hold of his hands. getoâs still wearing his gloves and each time the stretchy rubber rubs onto your skin, you moan. âfuck, fuckk,â you whine, and heâs groaning right against your sobbing cunt. his hairâs pinned back into a high messy ponytail - a few ravened strands running down the sides of his face. pretty long lashes of his were closed as he was slurping you clean.
so damn sweet . . . he wonders why heâs never seen you on the track until now. well- you were new. maybe he has seen you, but getoâs never been one to pay attention.
either way, you were a meal he didnât wanna stop tasting, ever.
and despite the bitter taste of defeat continuously lingering on his flat tongue even still . . your cunt sprinkled a bit of flavor to it, an aftertaste of vying rivalry . .
âmmph,â he grunts, feeling you push him further into your cunt with one hand. with a twist, you turn your torso just a bit to look down at him, bringing his face further. getoâs slick wet tongue slides across your nub before heâs sloppily thrusting it in and out of your weeping flowery entrance.
you whimper once he reaches that spot, feeling a sudden heave of a breath snatch its way out from your puffed lungs. getoâs dark brows amusingly knit together and heâs already nose deepâthe hooking bridge that smears against your pussy makes you nearly wail out a needy weep.
heâs smearing his face everywhere, and wet splotches of your juices started to coat his clear face.
but he doesnât mind - getoâs always been one to get a âlil dirty during a match.
two slack lips munch against your clit wholly before his lengthy tongue reaches toward your winking hole. âpff,â he clicks his tongue, letting off another husky groan once he feels the tint in his pants arises.
fuck, you made him hardâeven more, now that he was eating you out.
the louder you were, the more his dick twitched underneath the rough fabric of his jeans. itâs almost painful- the way his hardened bulge prods its way against the leathery fabric makes him suck his teeth. he needs you.
getoâs lips remain glued against your cunt before he uses a gloved thumb to peel your pudgy sweltering folds apart just a biiiit more.
his tongue creates a downward slope that trickles its way below your clitoral hood thatâs frantically throbbing right in his mouth.
ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. . .
pulse pulse pulse after fucking pulse,
a smoky chuckle echoed from his lips as his shoulders slightly shake and fuck- it vibrates against your pussy. âgod, sheâs a âlil crybaby isnât she,â he breathlessly mumbles as his thumb peels your soaked flaps all the way down. heâs intently staring inside, studying all the pretty nerves and your twitching nub before spitting right inside yet again.
airy cold breath fans over your nude slit and you whimper, feeling his tongue douse itself back inside. âwere you drivinâ around this wet the entire time, princess?â and you moan, feeling the rubber of his palm smear a few circles around your clit. âdrivinâ around, tryinâ to beat me with a pretty pussy this fuckinâ soaked?â
with a shivering whimper ghosting past your splintered lips, you snivel out a soft mewl.
âsuguâfuuuck, âm gonna cum,â and as your breath gets caught in your throat, you feel him grab a nice chunk of your ass.
at his very grip, he gives your rear a rude spank and the recoil makes him hum in amusement. so soft, the way it bounced just from his palm alone.
oh, and spanking you became his favorite thing to do, especially since you were so fucking noisy.
as a shrilling whine prepares to race out your strained esophagus, you nearly yank his head forward again, hearing him groan against your clit. âd- did you hear me? âm close, gonna cuââ
âyeah yeah girl, i heard you,â he swats your hand away, and the low grit that rumbles from underneath his tone makes you throb for the nth time.
geto brings a few digits up toward your cunt to rub against your runny folds, and he starts making out with your pussy - with tongue.
sloppy smacks slosh out from your crying folds and you gasp, feeling him impishly nip your clit with his teeth once more. âmmf,â and his eyes start to become low and hooded.
heâs pussy drunk, very much so.
geto eats you out until youâre abruptly coming undone on his tongue, letting off a sweet euphoric battle cry with your toes curling in your knee-high boots. fuck, and even as heâs savoring the syrupy taste that pours on his flat flushed tongue, heâs still eating you out.
with brief circular maneuvers of his tongue, heâs got you whimpering from the sensitivity. as a staticky twinge pulses through your pussy, your hand grabs at his hair hard, tugging near his roots, having to literally pry him apart.
your cunt was so sensitive, throbbing a plethora of pulses as your mouth fatally goes dry. âf- fuck,â you moan, and you can feel your legs stick together once they instinctively close shut.
âtsk. drama queen,â he soils his lips together that were now perfectly glossed from top to bottom with your juices.
oh, his chiseled chin was just shimmering with such sparkling sap that it even poured a stream down the lower part of his face. his tongue slides near the cracked corner of his right lip, and heâs just luxuriating at the treacly taste of you. if you tasted this good, maybe the second place wasnât so bad after all. .
as heâs still lapping up his lips with a wolffish grin, geto notices you openly gawking at his bulge and he snickers, patting his fly with a gloved hand. âitâs rude to stare, sweetheart.â
âitâs rude to walk around with a bulge that big.â
âoh yeah? how âbout you fix that problem for me then, rookie?â
a brat, almost as much of a brat as you.
geto gets silenced once you slam your lips onto his, not even batting an eyelash that youâre tasting yourself on his tongue thatâs swirling around yours.
itâs intense, you could feel your heartbeat start to match the exact pulsing pace from between your legs. his lips were icy, and you moanedâtasting a bit of mint that resides on his tongue.
his breath is freezing cold, itâs an almost sweet candied taste and you whine in his mouth once his hands start to roam up and down your body.
getoâs feeling you up- feeling up the pretty girl who just beat him in a race.
rough protected hands drag down your frame, taking in your curves before toying with the leather straps that droop against your pink lace-up chaps.
itâs as if even the kiss was far more competitive than the actual street race.
both desperately fought to win, swerving through each tongue like swerving lanes.
geto grunts, lightly pushing your ass back against the hood of your car. as tongues twist and tango in lewd unison, he seductively sucks on your pointed tip.
as getoâs eyes open halfway, you open yours, and heâs just staring at you with a look of feral - a carnal smug grin tweaking on each side of his lips.
âturn around again, pretty. hands on yâr hood likeâŠthis,â and once he spreads you apart, you moan once he rubs his bulge against the middle fabric of your pants. âgood hah- messy girl.â his bulge was so damn hard, it felt like a brick.
the more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body ached and yearned for more.
oh..
his hands, geto kept his racing gloves on the entire time. as the stretchy rubber sensually crawls down your waist, you hear the jangling of his studded skull belt. with a few shuffles, he leans up close, pinning your hands behind your back like you were under arrest.
âjust for the record again, you didnât âbeatâ me, you cheated,â and you scoff, feeling frigid air waft between your inner thighs. oh- here he goes again. talk about a sore fuckinâ loser.
âsurâ mmph,â and he cuts you off, placing a gloved palm over your mouth.
âquiiiiet, youâll get your turn to talk,â he cuts you off, and you let off a moan once you feel his bulbous tip smack against your sopping cunt.
itâs loud..
dozens of paps and squelches leave it right away and he plants a wet kiss near your exposed neck.
the rubs from his blushing reddened cockhead make loud noises that constantly replay through your empty mind.
âsee? let her talk,â and you swallow thickly, feeling him use an extra hand to pry your legs apart further. clammy, big hands glue against the pink hood of your car before your tongue tastes the metallic fibers of his glove. âso eager. poor baby,â he coos against your ear, feeling you trying to swallow and gulp him down right away. your twitching pussyâs aching, and you canât help the pathetic whimpers that hiccup from your lips. you even try to wriggle your ass but he rubs a hand underneath your clit. âaw, impatient are we? whatâs the sayinâ, princess? slow ân steady wins the race?â
âokayâŠbut i beat you,â was what you were saying in your head⊠but you sort of forgot his hand was covering your mouth. duh girl.
âmmphââ you let off a muffled moan against the palm of his hand, trying to wriggle your ass against him harder.
geto lowly groans and then you groan, feeling what was a piercing that attaches toward his pre-creamed dewy frenulum. geto strokes himself a bit, fisting his cock. with hooded, jaded eyes, he watches his loose skin peel back before arising up again and he hisses. the frenulum perfectly hooks itself over his tip, and oh- how you wished you could have seen it.
you couldnât see but, fuck did you feel it.
youâre so wet, your swollen pussy lips resemble a blossoming flower as he spreads you apart with two scissoring rubber fingers.
his dick piercing almost tickles once it starts to rub against you some more. he swipes it all against your clit, teasing it near your opening before pulling it right back out. âfuck,â you whine once he finally removes his palm from your mouth, glossy strands of your saliva coating the entirety of your hand. âh.. hurry up, suguru. âm gonna fall asleep at this rate.â
geto rolls his eyes, and thatâs when with a semi-loud thud, your chest lands against your hood.
âoh please..â he murmurs, a brow twisting upward in annoyance. one of his hands still has its grip on your wrists and you bite your lip in anticipation.
getoâs tip leaked with creamy coating pre, and you felt remnants of it sprinkle against your entrance. with a raspy grunt, he drags his angered pierced crownhead down your drooling folds before roughly smacking it against your cunt.
more sloppy wet splats! of squelches spurt out from your folds as if itâs saying its own kind of lewd language and he grunts.
geto makes sure youâre arched over the hood of your car before whistling at your presented frame. âso damnâŠpretty,â and within seconds, heâs easing his way inside.
immediately, your eyes widen with your jaw collapsing down like earlierâfuck, heâs big.
from the countless times, you stared at his bulge, you figured as much. getoâs vast head had a rosy-pink tint of vermillion with how close it mirrored to being a pinkish red.
sucking in a greedy breath, he watches as heâs gradually disappearing inside of your cunt. his pierced dick made things even more sensitive, and you moan once you feel the piercing softly graze its way inside of your fluttering orifice.
pasty gummy walls welcome him, and now itâs his turn to bite his lip.
âhng, f- fuckinâ big,â you try to inhale a single breath, and he raises your leg just a bit. it now sits over your hood- and damn it, the angle he has was just brutal.
you just knew you were gonna feel him everywhere.
getoâs obelisk-like girth was wide ân fuckinâ tall, you felt him fully and the shaft ring thatâs on top of his top continues to kiss against your sensitive throbbing nub.
prince albert to be specific!
it decorates his tip perfectly, making sure to tickle inside of you as heâs feeling you clamp down. âshiiiit,â you slur out your words in a mere whiny syllable, gasping at the curved column of his fat dick search through your walls like a maze. heâs expanding through you and you canât help but part your lips, squealing before letting off a cute, âooohh!â
your hand prints stick against the pink-stained hood of your car due to the insane amounts of perspiration and you whine once he gives you one biiiig thrust.
just one- and ah!
it rocks your world - literally.
you let off a cute squealing shriek, your legs shimmying a bit from his pressed-up weight.
âatta girl, bare âround me, good girlâfuck,â and the warmth you envelop his dick with makes him groan. your pussy was clingy, already so eager to devour him whole.
within a few punctuated thrusts to start, getoâs finally fucking you and each vigorous piston of his honed snatched hips makes your crossed eyes roll back in needy rapture.
his hands now stick toward your sides and youâre just whimpering from his size over and over again.
weighty inches pound into you at full speed, giving you whiplash every time as he impales your sweet greedy cunt. âfuck, mhm,â you bawl a fist against your car, gritting your teeth. riiiight there, the moment his tip smooches its way against that pretty bullseye spot, itâs over. there, he locates a spongy texture with the mushroomy pierced crown of his cock and it earns out a sobbing whimper from you. âahng! right there, fuck. faster, there sugu.â
âright there, fuuuuck. faster there, sugu,â he mocks your whiny babbles, fully exaggerating.
to hell with him, you didnât even sound like that but oh, did he enjoy getting on your nerves. just like you did- cute.
getoâs hefty sack smacks back against you from each nudging thrust he creates with his hips. every time, it makes him groan at how your body cutely slams back against him. with how sharp your ass pounds on his dick, those pretty wet sounds singing straight from your cunt- a sound way better than screeching tire wheels. âgod, so fuckinâ warm. hah, squeezinâ all around me,â and as his irregular breathing patterns pick up, he leans in to kiss a slope down your neck. âbend over just a bit more- hah. there we go, m- my good girl.â
as your chest continued to lie flat down against your carâs hood nowâheâs got you at such an angle to where you feel his cock expand everywhere.
it reaches every depth and rummages through every open orifice or just about near it. âoh my god!â you whimper out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your cunt whistle through the silent night. getoâs hitting you deep, slamming his keen hips into you with such rhythm, and each time he does, your brain short circuits.
tiny invisible stars circle and float over your head as youâre completely dumbfounded, thinking about nothing but how big his cock is and the way his pierced tip just plummets its way in and out of your drooling cunt.
speaking of droolingâyou were starting to drool from the slit cracks of your mouth. you couldnât help it- his dick was out of this world, and maybe you were exaggerating but fuck, you didnât want him to stop. ever.
getoâs hastily rearranging your insides with just a few inches and it felt oh so good.
it was so good that you forgot the two of you raced together. you forgot about street racing as a whole, and instead, he had you dumb from his dick. âbiiiiig fuckinâ stretch baby,â heâd grunt, starting to witness viscid stringy strands glue against each slapping thighs. getoâs dick slips out for a minute and he groans, gradually sliding himself back in.
itâs a sloppy âpopâ that rings between your cunt and itâs cute. you were wringing him dry, and with how wet you were, it wasnât exactly helping things.
getoâs hot breath brushes against the open part of your neck before he gives your ass another playful swat. âfuck, thatâs it. fuck back against me, donât get lazy, uh huh. work those hips baby, f- fuck.â
as you weakly try to sway your ass into him to coordinate in sync with his crazed hips, he holds you in placeâpumping inch after inch into you.
his cock sheaths inside between your syrupy-coated pussy almost effortlessly, and you let off a melodic moan the second his tip starts making out with your g-spot.
the pierced bulbous head dared to french kiss against thereâmaking you writhe around him, on the verge of losing composure. you donât think youâve felt more sensitive than ever.
getoâs silvery dick piercing probes up and down your pearly clit every few seconds and he grunts at the gripping friction. âsuguruâŠ..fuuuck!â and as your words start to get bouncy, more sweet whimpers rose out of your sore throat. âmore, more.â
âungh,â he purses his lips together as he feels your cunt hungrily swallow his cock from top to bottom. with a rough pound, your ass smacks against his baseâright near his tender plump testes and he groans.
such power-
even getoâs stunned for a moment, and his head throws itself back. the air surrounding you both starts to feel thick as smoke, and his eyes glance at your exposed backside thatâs oh-so-pretty while arched.
all for him, and him only.
getoâs hips were simply maddened, and even he didnât care about the race anymore.
well actually, maybe he did a little..
your pussy was brimmed with cock â sooo full, and you felt yourself starting to pant quicker and quicker. itâs as if you were having a literal street race with your breathing. getoâs getting lost inside of you, and itâs only a matter of time before his hips turn wildly sloppy.
gloved hands still reel you back into him as heâs breaking sweats within each long millisecond that passes. âpheww,â heâd wipe a sheet of sweat off his forehead, veins bulging in his beefy tatted arms. the drenching grip you had on his dick had him craving moreâŠmore of you.
the stoutness of his shaft jackhammers inside of your walls repeatedly until youâre on the verge of breaking yet again. geto grunts, the loud quick snap of his hips bringing him back to reality every time heâs about to go into another fantasm.
âfuuuck, âm gonna cum,â his words come out in a quiet rasp, and he claws a hand near the back crown of your head. âgod,â his jaw tightens, and geto leans right up close to your neck, panting heavily against the outer shell of your ear. as long tangled tresses of hair freely cascade past his shoulders - all ruffled and messy from his helmet, he groans. âwhere do ya want it, sweetheart. tell mââ
âinsideee,â you whine, barely giving him time to finish his husky words. your legs slightly raise against your headlight as itâs still stretched up and over.
getoâs still hitting you deep - so deeply good, swollen tip massaging every part of your clit and all. dozens of your toes curl up in erotic excitement as your tongue lolls out. you probably looked a sight. âinside, sugu, in- fuckinâ- side.â
sassily smacking his lips together, he spanks you. âtch, dumb girl,â and the racer brings a hand to wrap around your neck. with a firm safe grip, his gloved thumb caresses a trail up your neck before he drills into you much quicker.
each snap of his hips draws out harmonic whines from you, gargled moans following out of your throat shortly afterward. the burn thatâs twinging near the undersides of his thighs grows more and more intense before he geto lets out a guttural growl.
soâŠâŠdamnâŠ.. wet..
your flooding cuntâs slathering all over him, dripping near his base and he canât help but snicker. âhah, fine. better hold still though.â
âfuck,â you whimper in response, feeling his sharp hips pound into you at such a pace. his rhythm was insane and there was no way in hell you could match his pace.
when it came to getoâs speed- yeah, youâd always lose. sure, you may have won today but when it came to his cock- you were losing with the hasty speed of his hips drilling into you at such miles per fuckinâ hour. .
as his turgid fat tip gives its final thrusting pumps inside of your cunt, getoâs body starts to violently shudder.
oh.. you were about to wring him dry. with a mewling slosh sound leaving the front your folds, you gush out yet again.
but at the same timeâŠ. so does he.
getoâs head remained tossed back with his round adamâs apple bobbing out of his throat. gnawing in the inside of his squishy cheek, he lets off a low grunt. his abs cockily flex through the white tee that tucks underneath his half-on leather jacket.
geto pulls out though, and itâs quick like the flash. he doesnât finish inside to your devastated surprise, and a downturned pout forms on your lips. he huffs, watching such creamy-white amounts gush ân goo out in ropes and he sprays it on the outside of your pussy.
âdamn,â he murmurs, feeling the awkward needy fidget of your hips. cute. darkened eyes remain on you the entire time and he grabs ahold of his veiny cock, aligning hit pierced tip against your pearled throbbing clit. âheh.. ainât that a pretty sight,â and he smears it all against your pasty-creamed entrance.
now . . itâs painted with his color, white.
and geto came a lot because itâs still trickling out in ribbony globs, filthily oozing from the thick girthy sides and all like an erupted volcano. his teeth get caught by his quivering bottom lip as he watches such immoderate ropes of cum leave out of him. âsuch a- hah, messy girl,â and as heâs still lathering his sloppy seed thatâs pouring out, sticking wads of splotches between the heat of your thighs, geto squeezes your ass. âawww,â he huffs breathily, noticing a few ivory stains splattered near the pink bumper of your car. âoops. might wanna clean that, sweetheart.â
hours passed . . many hours, and to say that you got fucked stupid was merely an understatement.
suguru geto had the stamina equivalent to a toyota supra MK4. his horsepower was his hips- with the added addition of his cock driving in and out of you.
but oh- you knew he wouldnât be running out of gas soon.
or would he?
so. . many rounds, geto had you questioning your insanity the entire time, all because of his dick. if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was to fuck.
whether it involved his tongue or not, he knew how to make you feel good. it was one of the many things he excelled at, truly.
the only thing that got in the way was his cocky smug ego. every few seconds, heâd boast and remind you for the umpteenth time that your win was an unruly cheat, a hoax, or that he just couldnât see the finish line because of your pink fucking smoke.
of course, geto didnât say that part, that would have been him admitting that he lost the race and his pride couldnât let him admit that he lost fair in squareâ
but your pussy could.
âhngh,â he falls back against your front cottony plus seat. geto grunts with a scowl entrapped in his thoughts. you pushed him - the audacity.
both of you were still sensitive but you had a tiny trick up your sleeve. âgot some.. nerve,â and with low-dropped eyes, he watches you align yourself on his swollen pierced tip yet again.
heâs soft-flaccid, and he was pretty ran down. maybe now, geto was finally starting to run out of gas. with sweltering reddened lips smearing together, he watches you pick back up his expensive helmet, putting it over your head. âoh, gonna ride me while wearing my helmet, yeah? do your worsâ oh.. fuck.â
his priggish words come to a not-so comedic halt the moment your cunt slams down on his cock. geto was still sensitive and he slouches back against your programming warming seat, dark eyes rolling back.
âgoddamnnn,â and as your hips swerve around in circles identical to 360 car donuts, he sees you touching yourself while wearing his helmet. âfuckinâ bratâgod.â
âaw,â you mock the exact faux caring tone he did to you earlier, making him touch you by bringing his shaky rubber hands toward your chest. getoâs fingers feel against the cropped top you wore, squeezing at your jiggling neglected breasts. âcâmon, sugu. i gotta guide your hands now too?â
âtch, shut up,â he groans, his heavy-sunken base sticking near your skin. dried splotches of cum glue against your sheeny ass as your hips continue to whirl ân rotate. you were unpredictableâyou moved and jerked while he sat there with the most pussy drunken expression. geto lowly grunts, already feeling his balls starting to tighten up. he was trying to stop a sleazy grin from forming and oh.. was your cunt just making it impossible. âshit, âm not gonna last. s- still fuckinâ sensitiveâŠ. fuuuckk.â
the pink hondaâs loud grumbling engine resounds through the echoey walls of the isolated garage with only the sounds of sheer skin slapping and a mixture of grunts following afterward. without thinking, you lift his helmet off of you, leaning in to kiss him and he returns the gesture almost right away.
getoâs lips were a tad bit delayed once they pressed onto yours. its a small yet cute detail- how heâs so pussy drink that he could barely crash his lips onto yours. as heâs moaning from your hands feeling on his burly tatted arms, his tongue sloppily delves into your mouth with no rhythm whatsoever.
maybe you were crazy, but you think you heard a whimper leave from his lips as he tried to nibble on your tongue. geto grunts, feeling that same pressure from earlier build up and fuck.. you were about to make a mess out of him . . . again!
his dick stills itself inside of you and his hands continue to roam down your body, further and further away from your jostling bouncy tits. âfuck âm cumminggg,â heâd moan between sultry kisses as stringy strands of saliva entangle with one another.
wetly, they form a web of sheeny lustrous cobwebs. getoâs foot rests against your bedazzled hard brake pedal before within seconds, he cums again.
this time, inside.
but itâs different this time- so so different.
it feels tenderly warm..
such hot gooey amounts dribble inside of you, spraying further inside your precious womb and you hum at the feeling.
his pierced cock fitting real nice and snug inside and you moan into his mouth, cocking your head in different directions as you trap his lips with another steamy kiss. âmmph.â a muffled whimper gets caught against your lips and you can already start to feel the whiteish searing ropes of fresh cum trail down the insides of your thighs. geto feels you slowing down on his lapâstill buried balls deep, and he grunts in defeat..
soon, embarrassment overtakes him once he realizes how early he finished.
itâs a lot, again.
a thick load splatters heavily inside and past the inner lining of your cunt and heâs shivering underneath you. once you finally break away from his lips, your eyes meet his.
getoâs staring back at you, and you donât see that cocky sly look in his eyes that everyone else sees.
right now, he looksâŠneedy, and you think you broke him.
âwhat . . ?â he grouses, his hands still attached to your waist. his grip- it was gentle and tender a rubber thumb softly caressing down your curve. geto wasnât ready for you to leave the garage, at least not yet.
âsay it, pretty boy,â you whisper, pressing a kiss near his chin. your touch - it drove him mad.
never in a million years would he, suguru geto- have thought heâd get humbled by a rookie . .
humbled by you.
getoâs shooting straight daggers at you, but you can tell how flustered he is because he breaks eye contact a second later. youâre making him nervous, the same feeling he was making you at first when you had your first encounter with him.
as getoâs still warmly buried inside, he grunts once you take it upon yourself to softly wrap a hand around his throat.
oh- you were a mere tease, mimicking his exact movements from earlier. slightly wide-eyed and all, geto stares at you. and as he doesâthereâs that familiar glimpse of brattiness glimmering in his irises again.
you fucking turned him on..
âheh, f- fine then,â he stammers, heaving every few seconds to catch his irregular breaths. his body felt like it was on empty. no more gas left in him and that same cunning grin that plastered on his lips slowly started to fade.
getoâs not so cocky now, and in factâ he lets off a soft quiet whimper once you start to grind against his lap.
shakily, his hand squeezes your ass before finishing his sentence in a shaky defeated rasp.
âyou . . fuckinâ win, sweetheart,â and you let off a sweet gasp once a loud smack! interrupts the moment, his hand swatting against your ass. âmhm,â geto grunts, âdidnât s- say stop. finish ridinâ me, sweetheart,â and his gloved finger swirls itself inside of your stuffed full cunt before pulling it right back out.
again, heâs filthy.
and even while being in such a state, geto brings his fingers up to his lips, slowly poppinâ them into his mouth before tasting the concoction mixture of both bittersweet messes. your syrupy cum and his.
quickly, he presses the tips of his rubber fingers toward his uvula, before staring at you with a greedy smug expression. heâs panting harshly, still trying to get over how you just outrode him literally, and he laps up his fingers right in front of you.
geto reclines your seat back a bit as you still straddled him, and he gives your ass its final spank before tiredly huffing,
âbest- two out of three, what do ya say, r- rookie?heh..â
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vegasbaby.#geto smut#geto x reader#geto x you#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#female reader#geto suguru#geto#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk#anime smut
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anti-fatness is not just body shaming.
anti-fatness is discrimination. anti-fatness is having next to no legal protections for being discriminated against. anti-fatness is being denied housing, jobs, receiving less pay and promotions (legally) because of your size. anti-fatness is being denied access to clothing, seating, transportation, and other human rights because infrastructure has been designed to exclude you. anti-fatness is less likelihood of receiving a fair trial. anti-fatness is dehumanization. anti-fatness is being denied necessary surgeries, but not surgery that amputates the digestive tract with the intent to starve and shrink you (it doesnât work either). anti-fatness is mutilation. anti-fatness is being subject to torture devices that bolt your mouth shut. anti-fatness is being told by close friends, family, and professionals that you are better off living with an eating disorder or other life-threatening illness. anti-fatness sells you starvation as a guaranteed opt-out of oppression, but doesnât tell you that bodies will always regain weight to survive. anti-fatness blames and punishes you for failing at an achievement that is quite literally impossible. anti-fatness is a $90 billion dollar industry. anti-fatness is being denied gender-affirming care. anti-fatness is being barred from in vitro fertilization and reproductive healthcare. anti-fatness is being barred from adopting children. anti-fatness is being removed from your loving parents because they couldnât make you thin. anti-fatness is intentionally starving your own baby so they wonât get fat. anti-fatness is disproportionately high suicide rates. anti-fatness is being killed at the hands of medical neglect and mistreatment. anti-fatness is the world preferring a dead body over a fat one.
#iâm sorry that my fellow fat followers have to see this. you all already know it. youâve lived it.#spread this like wildfire so that thin people can wake up.#resources#tw anti fatness#tw fatphobia#tw medical fatphobia#tw anti fat bias#tw anti fat violence#fat liberation#fat acceptance#fatphobia#fat activism
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â bestfriend!satoru likes seeing you in his clothes a little too much.
it starts with lending you a jacket when you're out late and it gets cold. he laughs at you first, makes fun of the way you shiver, but then his eyes drift and he realises he can see your hardened nipples through your shirt and suddenly he's layering you up in his jacket just to keep his mind from short-circuiting.
but the sight of you in his jacket is no help either, not when you drown in it because he's so damn tall and he's reminded of the difference in size between the two of you and for the first (more like third) time he's wondering what you'd look like beneath him in a mean mating press. how you'd feel shaking under his body weight: like how you're shaking now, but pleasure wracking your body rather than the cold wind.
he tells himself it's fine to have these thoughts. you're his best friend, you spent every waking hour together: it's only natural that his thoughts would eventually drift southwards. he'll snap out of it, he just needs to jerk off and clear his mind.
so he walks you home, and lets you keep the jacket.
but that night, he's in the shower with hot water scalding his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he strokes his cock at an inhuman pace. fucks his fist with anything but you in mindâhe thinks about all his past trysts, about whatever porn he's seen lately, about his fucking cursed technique.
and he thinks he has it, he's pumping his cock with crazed strokes in an attempt to cum and clear his mind, but just as that pleasure starts to break into white hot lust, all he sees is you. in nothing but his jacket, wrecked on his cock and begging him for more.
and when he cums, he sees your eyes pleading up at him from where youâd rest on your knees, ready to take his load into your mouth because you crave the taste. He swears he can feel your fingers splayed over his thighs⊠your tongue tracing the pronounced vein that runs up the underside of his cock⊠your heated presence in the shower alongside him.
satoru says your name as he cums, and realises heâs wholly fucked and not coming back from this.
so, naturally, gojo plays into it.
the next time you see him is at his place, you come around to spend time with him and talk about the mundane that always seems exciting when spoken in the lilt of your voice. he offers you a drink, pours you a glass of red and promptly spills it over your pretty topâpurely accidental, of course.
and he only takes a moment to admire the way the soaked fabric clings to your skin before heâs bolting into action and offering you a shirt of his own.
âitâs like youâre trying to steal my wardrobe, huh? first my jacket⊠now my shirt⊠got something to admit to, hm? you like wearing my clothes?â
itâs playful banter, you think, and roll your eyes with a huff as he hands you a shirt thatâs oversized even on him. he wants to see you drown in the fabric, covered in him through clothing until he can cover you in another aspect of himself.
you make him look away while you change, though you know itâs an effort wasted because heâs all-seeing or whatever. and when satoru finally gets a look at you in his shirt he knows itâs game over. itâs like heâs left a mark on you, staked him claim not through bite marks or hickies as he usually would, but through the fabric that adorns your skin. his clothes smell like him, look like him, and are being worn by you.
heâs beyond hard, his cock is tenting his pants and heâs almost offended you havenât yet noticed, because thereâs no hiding a boner when youâre his size. youâre sweet enough not to look, even steal a glance out of curiosityâbut he isnât; his eyes are roaming your skin in such a heated way you feel feverish. itâs how he notices the wine that has spilt on your skirt as well.
he could tell youâoffer you a pair of his sweats and cum in his own pants as the way theyâd hang off your hipsâbut he doesnât. instead, your best friend satoru gojo, the man you know like scripture, drops to his knees and takes the hem of your skirt between his fingers.
âwhat are you doing?â you think heâs cruel for a joke like this, when he looks so good on his knees, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as if heâs aching for a taste of you. you squeeze your thighs together, groan at the thought of gojos relentless teasing if he realises youâre soaking wet right now. âthis isnât funny.â
âiâm not laughing,â he says, tone flat. âyour skirt is stained.â
âoh,â it is, you can see the wine seeping into the fabric.
gojo laughs, his grin sinful. âwhat? you get all flustered when iâm on my knees? how lewd.â
âshut up,â you try and step backwards, put some space between him and your pulsing heat, but his hands come to grip your thighs, fingers cool as they brush under your skirt and press into your skin. âyouâre an asshole, toru.â
âi know,â his fingers creep higher. âiâm sorry.â
âno youâre not.â
âi know,â he parrots. âbut you will be.â
âwhââ
in one practiced movement, satoru rips your skirt down and exposes you to him. he has to bunch up the shirt of his you wear with one hand and keep you from running with the other, but heâs met with a beautiful sight as a reward for all his pining.
âfor coming to my house with no fucking panties on and acting like you donât want me to fuck you like weâre more than friends.â
you learnt quickly upon befriending satoru gojo that he always seems to get what he wants. this is no exception, because after he spends so long fucking you with his tongue that his knees go numb against the cold tile, heâs got you laid down on his couch, his t shirt bunched up over your waist just enough for him to watch his cock sink into you over and over and over again.
he loves the sight of you grabbing at the fabric to keep it out of the wayâ how you whine for him to just let you take it off, all for him to press his lips to yours and conjoin you so you couldnât undress even if you tried.
how with each thrust of his ravaging cock into you, heâs whining like heâs not the one in control. babbling filth as if heâs not got you pinned and taking every last inch of himâheâs pussy drunk and overbearing in his excitement and slurring his words as he speaks against your open mouth.
ânever allowed to wear your own clothes again,â he steals your breath with each gasp he gives between thrusts. âonly mine. iâll burn yours, fuck, i hate your clothes.â
âyouâŠâ gojos fast rutting stalls your sentence. ââŠyou brought me that skirt.â
âyeah? well where is it now?â
you recall the lecture you tried to give him when he threw your wine-stained skirt into his trash bin. youâd protest his dictation of what you wear if you had the mind to do soâbut his cock is hitting your g spot in tandem with the ministries of his fingers over your clit⊠youâre half-near brain dead with the way he splits you open and unravels you like the threading of his clothes heâs fucking you in.
you canât count your orgasms, only feel them shoot static up your spine with each one gojo manages to pull from you. and when he cums, spills over your parted thighs to dress you further in the essence of him, you swear you hear him babble something about putting a ring on your finger some day, to dress you in something of his permanently.
but friends donât talk like that.
they donât fuck like this either, though.
#gojo smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo x you#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you
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the first jsk i made for myself was maybe back in 2016/2017 with the m2035 cosplay pattern and some blue quilters cotton with a tiny cherry print. i dont even have any cherry prints in my closet now i much prefer strawberry. but idk maybe i should try designing a more flattering pattern (tube bodices always look bad on me even when i was *** just bc my genetic curse) and making a cherry coord from scratch over the christmas break. i need an excuse to make myself a blouse tbh and doing a cute cherry embroidery motif would rly make it more fun than another solid color blouse. and if i have a cherry blouse i need a cherry jsk. depending on how much fabric i might even make a cherry skirt. maybe i can even design a cherry bag. and of course i will need a cherry headdress. i could even try my hand at knitting some cherry socks- *gunshots* ow im dead
#ive sized out of half of the brand blouses i own. i need to make more#shut up luci#no prommies but uahhh uni has tortured me enough. i need to be back on my seamstress grind#if im not designing and sewing im actively suicidal. not even a joke just a real fact ab me i have learned the hard way#the real question is do i custom print fabric or try to shop around for smth off the bolt or do i find a solid and add embroidery/appliques#i do love embroidery and appliques....
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College Boy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up
A while ago, I saw a post that asked which of our faves accidentally knocks us up, and I answered it with "CollegeBoy!Sukuna." So here is the fic about that ;)
Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. College AU. Light angst with a happy end. 2k words. Pregnancy, mentions of Sukuna smoking a cigarette. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples
"Damn, princess, how long does that shitty thing need?"
Sukuna has dropped his usual act of aloofness. For once, there is no teasing comment coming out of his mouth, no arrogant smirk, no flirty wink, and no charming look out of those beautiful maroon eyes. Your usually so arrogant and tough bad boy is scared shitless.
For the last few minutes, he has been playing with his tongue-piercing continuously, driving you almost insane with the constant noise of the metal barbell connecting with Sukuna's teeth. But you can't blame him. You are even more nervous than Sukuna.
You lean closer to the old couch table again, looking at the pregnancy test that's lying there, and your stomach twists painfully. There's a change now. A second line has appeared on the little test strip. You feel your heart drop.
The alarm on your phone goes off right at that moment, making you jump as you grab the test with shaky fingers. Holding the sheet with the instructions in the other hand, you read them feverishly as if you haven't already learned them by heart. As if you don't already know what the two lines mean!
Sukuna leans across the table, too,
"What does it say?"
But you only hear his voice muffled as if you are underwater. You stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test, feeling your head spin. Sukuna's large hand darts out and wraps around your trembling wrist, pulling your hand and the test towards him while repeating his question more urgently this time.
But you can't say anything and just throw the test in Sukuna's lap. He grabs it and stares at it, his maroon eyes going wide as comprehension dawns on his beautiful, tattooed face.
"Fuck."
That's all he says, and then he looks at you with wide eyes, shock and fear written all over his face. He looks younger somehow, like a scared little boy. His lips open, but no words come out. He closes them again and gulps hard.
And then Sukuna gets up from the couch and practically bolts from the small living room, walking so fast that he has reached the apartment door before you even realize what he's doing.
His large hand is already on the door handle, pushing it open when your mind finally catches up with what is going on, and you feel like tumbling into darkness.
Sukuna is going to run, isn't he? Of course, he's going to leave! Of course, a guy like him is only interested in having fun but no responsibility! Of course, he will always stay the bad boy who just likes to party and fuck and do whatever the hell he wants! And a pregnant girlfriend is the last thing he needs!
Your hands ball into fists. You're about to scream at him or cry or break down.
But before you can do any of that, Sukuna stops in the doorway.
He is standing there with his back to you, so tall that his hair is almost brushing against the doorframe. You watch him fumble ungracefully with his cigarettes in a way that is completely untypical for him, nearly dropping the pack and needing several tries to light a cigarette before he brings it to his lips with a shaky hand and takes a deep drag.
You let out a slow breath, slumping back against the couch.
He didn't leave.
Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you over his broad shoulder. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he bangs the door shut and quickly strides back to the small living area, bending down to hastily stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on the couch table.
"Shit, I forgot that I shouldn't smoke when you are...," he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes wander to your belly, "when you are... ah fuck..."
Sukuna runs a trembling, tattooed hand through his pink hair. You both stare at each other for a long moment, both unable to say the words out loud. But your mind screams them at you:
Pregnant. You are pregnant with Sukuna's baby!
You have no idea how it even happened. Were Sukuna and you not careful enough? Maybe too horny and too drunk after one of the various parties you went to? Did a condom rip, and you didn't realize it? Maybe if it was any other month, things would have gone differently, but you had exams and were in a constant state of stress. You simply didn't have the mind to worry about anything else but studying and then fucking like bunnies for stress relief!
You feel so stupid. You were always so sure that something like this would never happen to you. An accidental pregnancy was something that only happened to those girls in those trashy reality TV shows!
Well, now look at you.
Pregnant from your college sweetheart, the bad boy with the face tattoos. The guy you are head over heels in love with but who you didn't even dare bring home to your parents yet because they took one look at a picture of the two of you, saw Sukuna's tattooed face and his pink hair, and deemed him a troublemaker who will only drag their sweet daughter into the gutter with him. And now he even managed to accidentally knock you up, and it will just be the cherry on top!
Finally, the tears spill over, and a sob escapes your trembling lips. Instinctively, you hug yourself, but your arms get pushed away just a second later, when Sukuna is pulling you to your feet and into his strong, tattooed arms, pulling you against him, holding you so tight you find it hard to breathe.
His lips press against your forehead, leaving little kisses and murmuring against your skin,
"I am sorry for almost running out that door like a fucking coward. I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok, Kuna. You stopped and came back. That's what counts. But... I... I am so scared."
You sniffle and press yourself against Sukuna's tall, muscular body, seeking the comfort of his broad chest and his strong arms, which feel like home, letting your tears soak Sukuna's t-shirt that smells like him, like cigarette smoke and cherry blossoms and his typical sexy cologne.
Sukuna's arms tighten around you, and he makes a choked-up sound that you have never heard from him before. You feel him gulp hard, and then he speaks up in that low, velvety voice that sounds so much more serious than ever before,
"I promise I won't run. We're in this together. I got scared, too, because I am not the dad type of guy. I don't even have any idea how a dad is supposed to be because I've never had one. I mean, fuck! I am a mess! I don't even know what I want apart from living in the moment, having fun, being with you, and spending time with my brother. But you're my girl, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone with this! I won't run, princess, I promise."
You hear a strange noise, only to realize that it is coming from your own mouth, a strangled sob. You snuggle closer against Sukuna's chest, hiding your face in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to him, overwhelmed with the situation. But he is there for you. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds you, swaying you slightly from side to side.
His low voice is calm when he asks,
"Do you want to keep it?"
"I... I didn't even have the right mind to think about it yet."
Sukuna nods, and his arms tighten around you,
"It's ok. Take your time. If you want to get rid of it, then I will drive you to the hospital and take care of you afterward. And if you decide to have the baby... then I will be a dad. I never imagined myself with a kid, but this is different. This is our baby. And I know what it's like to grow up without parents. I don't want that for my child. My grandpa did a pretty good job with Yuuji and me before he became sick, but it's not the same as having a mom and a dad, I think. I won't let that happen to our kid."
You let out a shaky breath, feeling a huge weight leave your shoulders at Sukuna's reassurance. You can see things a bit clearer now. And maybe it's not as hopeless as you thought.
Technically, you are old enough to be a mom, and you could just pause your studies for a semester or two and then return to your classes. Of course, things won't be as carefree anymore, and you will have a huge responsibility. On top of that, you really have no idea what life with a baby will be like. But you know now that you won't be alone with it.
You will have the boy you love by your side. No, you correct yourself, not the boy you love, but the man you love. Because the way Sukuna reacted so maturely and responsibly showed you that he isn't a boy anymore. He is a man. Your man. And you are even beginning to be able to imagine him as a dad. He is doing a pretty decent job as Yuuji's brother, too, after all, isn't he? Sure, Yuuji is the same age as Sukuna, but Sukuna still always acts like the big brother. So protective and caring, in a grumpy way, but sweet nonetheless.
Suddenly, the thought of a miniature version of Sukuna running around doesn't seem so scary anymore. You catch yourself wondering what your baby would look like if you decide to have it. Will it have Sukuna's eyes?
You lift your head to look up at him, and Sukuna's gaze meets yours. He looks deeply into your eyes, almost making you nervous with how intense those beautiful maroon eyes look at you,
"If you want to keep it, I will make damn sure you and the kid have it good. I promise you, princess. I am not going to run like some loser. I will learn everything about taking care of a child and how to be a dad and get my shit together. I will even stop smoking. I just... I love you, and this will be our little family, and I will fucking protect it with my life! We will make this work. We can move in together. We can ask Yuuji to babysit, and I can take the little gremlin to classes with me. I had someone do that in my history class, you know? Had his ugly little brat in a baby carrier. I could do that, too. Only difference is that our baby will be super pretty, of course."
You chuckle softly despite the shock, a mix of a sob and a laugh, feeling lighter now that you know your boyfriend will be there for you.
"I love you too, Sukuna. Thank you."
"No need to thank me. We will get through this together, no matter what you decide."
You snuggle against Sukuna's tall, muscular body and smile shakily up at him, sure that your pupils must have transformed into little hearts from the way your chest feels as if it's overflowing with love for your boyfriend. Your arrogant, rude, bad boy of a boyfriend, who, deep down, is such a good guy for the people he loves.
You smile and get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Sukuna's tattooed jaw, a tender lingering touch, before you tell him softly,
"Let's sleep over it for a night or two, and then we'll decide what to do. But either way, I want you to know that you sound like you would be an amazing dad. I guess having your baby would be quite nice."
You can see Sukuna's gaze soften, and then he smirks that attractive smirk at you and pulls you even closer against him, leaning down so his lips brush over yours when he says,
"Let's see if you will still say that when the little brat turns out to be anything like me. I wasn't an easy child."
And you laugh and reach up to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair affectionately, tangling your fingers in the soft, pink strands,
"Well, how lucky that I have you by my side to look after Sukuna Number 2 then."
You feel Sukuna grin against your lips, and then he kisses you, slow and tender, and you practically melt against him.
You are still nervous but not as scared anymore. Sukuna is right: You are going to do this together. No matter what, you have Sukuna by your side. And, even though he doesn't look like it, your bad boy is actually a good man.
And maybe your decision is already made because the mental image of Sukuna going to class with a baby carrier strapped to his broad chest just won't leave your mind anymore.
SIGHHHHHH I think I would want his baby đ
Thank you so much for reading! I love the mess that CollegeBoy!Sukuna is. He is very dear to me đ I am so proud of him for being so mature about this!! A good man and a good soon-to-be daddy.
In my head, I was singing "Papa, don't preach" the whole time while writing this ;)
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
Update: Part 2 Option A (Reader has an abortion) Part 2 Option B (Reader decides to have the baby)
#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#ryomen sukuna#tw pregnancy
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When ogres travel, they do so in human shape.
They hate doing this. They think itâs beneath them. But they do it anyway.
The Vicomte Graoul de Saucisson â and this is another thing about ogres. Ogres as a species are nobility. There is no such thing as a low-born ogre. There is always room in the ogrish peerage for another vicomte, another prince, another branch to tie to the rotted tree â strode up to the chateau in human shape. The roses in the garden shivered as he passed by. The huge, high doors opened by themselves and he walked through them without a shift in his stride.
When the doors slammed shut behind him, he moved to shrug the shape off his shoulders like a coat.
Then he saw the woman.
He froze. He stared. She stared back.
He slowly pulled the shape back on. âWho are you?â he asked.
She looked mildly appalled. âWho are you?â she asked. âWhat are you doing in my home?â
âYour home? This isââ He stopped. He reconsidered. âI am the Vicomte de Saucisson,â he said. âIâm looking for the Marquis de Pamplemousse. He is a⊠colleague of mine.â
âOh,â she said. She couldâve looked more abashed. âIâm sorry, monsieur, heâs never mentioned you before. You must be here to share your congratulations, of course, I can fetch him right away.â
âHeâs never mentioned you either,â the vicomte did not say. âOf course,â he said. âCongratulations. What about?â
She seemed surprised. âHave you not heard? Monsieur, the curse on my husband has been lifted.â
He stared. His lips started to form the words âWhat curse,â and then there was a sound like a horse falling down a set of stairs and a man he had never seen before wearing the marquisâs clothes came barrelling down the hall.
âVicomte!â said the man with the marquisâs voice. âMy human friend! The curse has been lifted, and I am a human once again!â
He was slightly out of breath when he reached the woman. He clasped her arm and grinned at him with manic desperation. âThis is wonderful news! You must be here to share your congratulations!â
âLie like hell,â said the manâs eyes.
The vicomte stared. âOh!â he said. âMy â human friend! Human once again! Words fail me. After all theseââ (there was the slightest hesitation) ââyears?â
The woman put her head at an angle and narrowed her eyes at him.
The man walked up, still grinning like a rictus chimpanzee, and clasped a hand on his shoulder. âYes, of course! Darling, me and the vicomte are going to have a manly one-on-one conversation while he shares his congratulations, as we human men are wont to do.â And then with a strength that could only be ogrish, the marquis pulled the vicomte by the shoulder down the hall and into a drawing room.
When the bolt of the lock clicked into place behind them, the man wearing the marquisâs clothes visibly sagged.
âWhat the hell,â said the vicomte.
âYou shouldâve sent word ahead that you'd be coming today.â
âI never do.â He gesticulated and tried to conjure a single question out of the swarm buzzing in his brain. âWhat the hell is going on? Who was that? Why are you pretending to be human? What curse are we talking about?â
The marquis groaned and crumpled into a chair. As he did he shifted out of human shape, clothes magically tailoring themselves to contain his ogrish form, something like a moose and an orangutan.
âI had a moment of weakness.â
âAre you sure it wasnât a stroke?â
âI got married.â
âAnd thatâs another thingââ
âGraoul, please.â He sighed and put his face in his talons. âLast winter a merchant broke into my home. He stole one of my roses, and in exchange I asked him to send me one of his daughters to be my bride.â
The vicomte nodded. This at least was a sacred and recognizable ogrish custom, and he did like to see the old ways in practice.
âAnd it was fine! It was perfectly lovely. Sheâs a wonderful woman, but one night I decided to put on a human shape to change things up in the bedroom, and she lost her mind! Started talking about how I was clearly an enchanted prince and that her love for me mustâve broken some curse and turned me human again! I had no idea how to tell her otherwise, and now Iâve done it for too long to back out.â
The vicomte stared. âSorry,â he said. âYou decided to turn into a human to spice things up in the bedroom, and that was the face you chose?â
The marquis growled. âIf I knew I was going to be wearing it for the rest of my life I wouldâve gone with something better.â
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âare ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?â osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.
atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. âwhat the hell, âsamu?â
âthatâs not an answer.â osamu continues to press.
âweâre not!â atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. âi donât like them like that. they donât like me like that. weâre just friends.â
the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumuâs mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.
osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.
friends arenât touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each otherâs hand like itâs nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when youâre bored, youâll take atsumuâs hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if heâll react.
osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brotherâs lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and itâs not like heâs complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.
and you canât forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way youâll cup atsumuâs face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.
youâre the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesnât miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.
osamu doesnât think that someone who âdoesnât like youâ would be thinking about you every time they shop. â(y/n) likes this snackâ. â(y/n) would love this shirtâ. âoh hey, (y/n) showed me thisâ. ââsamu, should i buy this for (y/n)?â.
osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesnât know how you guys havenât realized it yet. and he canât keep playing along because atsumuâs katsu looks really good right now.
ârightâŠâ osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. âi sure hope theyâre gonna have fun on that date they have today.â
his brotherâs chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumuâs open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.
âthey didnât tell you?â osamu raises an eyebrow.
âno?!â atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.
âyeah, i think theyâre gonna leave soon.â osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does âtsumu really need to know that?
the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.
âhe can thank me later.â
atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.
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