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......I'd forgotten Aaron had given the twokins blacksmith a copy of the enclavers crossbows. The enclavers incredibly powerful and extremely illegal to make without express permission crossbow. The crossbow he got all three members of the royal family to give written permission for him to have one made. The crossbow he's given to the twokins blacksmith. @muffinlance holy crap. Not just an enclaver revolt he's trying to kick off then....
#I'm obsessed I totally had forgotten#he gave them!!! The crossbow!!!!!!#he got all three signatures!!!!#was laughing at how thorough he was with the signatures and then he went and did a thing like that#Aaron I love you#and then I love!!! whenever something happens in the middle of a book but doesn't end up being relevant in the book it's in#like the way this crossbow thing has yet to become a major focus#or like John and Mabel not really being that plot relevant beyond friendship in the first book#and then being oh so incredibly relevant in the second#sequel bait done good if you will#planting seeds#MAN i love this series#fox's tongue and kirin's bone#Ftakb#the skin stealer's son#id in alt text
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#I JUST BUMPED INTO KIMI AFTER FINISHING THE PITLANE QALK AT HUNGARORINGđ±đ±#he was just THERE#the minute I took the picture there were like 40 people noticing him simultaneously and starting running towards him/us#and I also got a signature on my Prema cap!! đ#AND THEN i noticed Sasha and Pedro watching on the side nd I just went over to them to tell them I notice them from all the LAP videos#and how much I love them and I asked if I could also get their signatures and now I've got three signatures on my Prema capđ#AND THEN I took out some selfmade Prema friendship bracelets and told them they are for them and Sasha was soo excited!! đđ#and then I told them there's also one for Angelina (it says âGrazie Angelinaâ) and they said âOhhh! Awesome! We will give it to her!â#and it not only made my day but I think it might have made their day a little too!đ„čđ„čđ„č#This was an absolute feverdream
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i had a dream that i made little cards that say "THEY!" on them that i handed out to people at work who got my pronouns wrong, immediately after they got it wrong. and in smaller text (or on the back) it said "i don't want an apology, i want you to do better" or "don't say you're sorry, DO BETTER" and ..... i kind of want to do it. maybe i'll get some moo cards made lmao
various scenarios included:
me slamming it down on a desk in front of them.
instead i had stickers, would slowly peel one off while they watched, and stick it on it on them.
handing out a quarter sheet piece of paper based on the 'i caught being good' tags we'd get in kindergarten which said 'i got caught misgendering hallie/my coworker'. it would have their name and date on it and a giant đ face. i had them as a pad of paper and would hold up a finger to say 'wait a second', dramatically pull it out of my back pocket, take my pen out of another pocket, slowly fill it out in front of them, and hand it to them while staring them in the eyes.
getting a whiteboard for the outer side of my cubicle wall that said '[days] since i was misgendred' (with a bonus by saying 'last offender: [name]'
i also dreamt that i got into trouble for it because i was making people feel bad and was 'creating a hostile work environment'. i was just like.... okay and how do you think i feel? and my boss shut up real fuckin quick. dunno if that would be the case irl but if that does happen i can only dream.
#tired of the people who say 'i'm trying but i'm going to make mistakes'#ok sure i definitely mess up sometimes too but when it's not even close to 50/50 let alone merely uncommon ............. fuck you#what's sad is it's all people i like and it hurts so much#in the dream it the cards also said something about how i'm not a girl. not a lady. not a woman. stop saying that word to me ...#... in plural when i'm with female coworkers. about half the time i say 'not a lady' and only about half the time it's acknowleged#or that one who constantly posts female-empowering images on ig which are alienating bc it's clearly very binary#and getting comments like 'well it applies to you to!!!' why bc i have a pussy? fuck off#and she'll sometimes say 'thank you for your patience' (what patience) or 'have patience with me' (no.)#i've also thought of holding up my name tag in their faces bc my previous boss had it specially made for me#it's got my name position and pronouns#same boss tho..... he was REALLY consistent about using my pronouns but one day used she/her three times in a row before eventually...#... correcting himself and the next day i told him that really sucked especially from him and he later told me i should have been nicer...#... about it. i was PISSED. i said 'well then how should i have said it?' i don't even remember his answer i just know i wanted to go...#... off on him SO BADLY bc he said it 'hurt his feelings'. well too fucking bad bc every time i'm misgendered it makes me want to...#...die inside a little and feels like at the very least a tiny punch to the gut but that felt like being stabbed esp since it was a new hir#he also said 'ok but i corrected myself' yeah AT THE END after doing it THREE TIMES and that's not the point here#anyway lol this dream definitely stirred up shit unfortunately but i'm serious when i say i might actually have these made#like both my internal email and external emails have my pronouns in them (i had to campaign for this btw so thank you me)#but i recently added my own custom signature with 'they/them' in it that has a link about using pronouns correctly#me#lgbtq#nonbinary
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Imagine being in a polycule with ghoap and all three of you trying to play it off to everyone that youâre just roommates. Two massive, scary military men being roommates with a pretty little thing like you? Youâre not fooling anyone, Price thinks as he observes the three of you from across the booth. Youâre sandwiched in between your so-called roomates, sipping on something fruity while simon nurses a bourbon and soap enjoys a beer. He even saw Simon offer you a sip of his whiskey, and you accept, swallowing it down with a pinched face and nearly gagging. He swears he sees the Lieutenantâs eyes crinkle behind his balaclava. Simon sharing his whiskey? Price can hardly believe it. Youâre so pretty, he thinks. Thereâs no way his soilders can keep their hands off of you, he can tell by Soapâs antsy-ness, like he doesnât know what to do with his hands because theyâre always full of you. Simon is doing a much better job of keeping things lowkey, Soap, not so much. Youâve definitely got the scot wrapped around your finger with the way he hangs on to your every word.
Price follows Gaz to the bar for another round. âSeen ya looking at her Cap, why donât you ask her out?â Price chuckles and shakes his head. âI think sheâs taken sergeant.â Gazâs eyebrows furrow. âI doubt sheâd be living with two men if she had a boyfriend.â
âExactly. Sheâs living with two men because sheâs their girl.â Price says. Gazâs eyes go wide, his head snapping to the three of you from across the room. Simon is saying something to you and youâre blushing. Soap has his arm around the booth and his hand is playing with the ends of your hair, attempting to be discreet but Gazâs trained eye still sees it. Oh. Oh.
âBloody hell.â The Sergeant says in disbelief, and Price cracks him a smile in return, patting his shoulder before walking back to the booth. âTold ya so.â
A few weeks later Price is debriefing your boys before they go on leave. âThatâs all. You two tell your girl I said hello.â He quips, giving them that signature Price smile before leaving them to look at eachother in realization.
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Iâd like to entertain and enliven you now with the saga of my Slut Era.
Iâve always been a serial monogamist and my shortest long term relationships clocked in at three years. So perhaps thatâs why when I finally broke it off with my ex I went insane on dating. Part of it was definitely just that between anxiety and loneliness I wanted to fill up my time.
This happened when I was living alone for the first time, no roommates, just me and my little cat Leeloo. I didnât want to come home to an empty house so instead I set up dates.
Most of these were disastrous. Iâm not everyoneâs cup of tea and I had a lot more first dates than second because theyâd seen enough, including the one where people aggressively complimented me.
But after a few months I had four people I was seeing simultaneously. I was up front with all of them that things were not exclusive, and they all agreed, so no infidelity took place here, just a lot of hijinks.
Hereâs who was on the dating roster:
âą An apprentice woodworker that weâll call Jill. I honestly thought at 26 years old that her being 21 wasnât a problem age gap and I quickly learned that there was a vast gulf of both maturity and life experience between us. Jill described herself as âheteroflexibleâ and had just dumped her first boyfriend to flirt it up with me.
âą A married woman looking for a friends with benefits. Weâll call her Alice. I insisted on meeting her husband first to be sure I wasnât part of a cheating mess and he gave me his blessing when I stayed over at her house. Years later when he and Alice had divorced I would go on to sell him and his new fiancĂ©e an engagement ring and we both realized at the end how we knew each other and it was wildly awkward. Alice was nice, but a hardcore vegan who insisted I brush my teeth if I so much as ate string cheese before I could kiss her. She was also unhappy in her marriage and was feeling out if Iâd want to get serious.
âą A bartender dubbed Snakebites, so called because of her signature piercings. She cooked me a steak so raw it was still mooing and some of the best asparagus Iâd ever had. In our singular sexy encounter she bit my nipple and I never got over it. Really don't bite someone if you don't know their preference and work up in pressure. We werenât terribly compatible but neither of us were willing to admit it yet. Truthfully I considered still dating her solely because I desperately wanted her bathroom. It had all black tile, black toilet, black sink, a rain shower in the corner and a jacuzzi tub. I may not have loved her but god I loved that bathroom.
And finally,
âą My beloved, who I would go on to marry, who was dealing with a lot of personal stuff at the time. Obviously that meant I liked them the best of all the people I was seeing because we were both disasters at the time.
So thatâs the cast of this little misadventure. Now, our story begins with Jill.
Jill was someone who heightened my anxiety. Each of the three times she came to my home she brought and left more stuff. A self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans collection of DVDs. It was like she was trying to move in. She also liked to deride my taste in things, frequently calling me a pleb when I mentioned a band or show I liked.
She was working on a gorgeous little decorative table in her woodworking program. The main wood for the top had a beautiful dapple of knots like jaguar spots, and when she showed me a picture I exclaimed how pretty it was.
âDo you want it?â
âOh- I mean itâs lovely, I wouldnât mind having it, but you should sell it and make some money!â
But she was adamant. Sheâd give me the little side table. At about this time, Alice was starting to get awfully lovey for a FWB. I knew she wasnât happy with her husband but I also knew we were not a good fit. Fun fact: Alice and her husband were step siblings with a pretty hefty age gap. They got together when he stumbled upon a kink photo shoot sheâd done with vegetables. None of their family was happy about the relationship but they werenât related by blood so it was fine.
So I was fending off more overt romantic advances from Alice, and feeling increasingly like I needed to break things off with Jill. Snakebites wasnât ever initiating communication and I decided to pull a lot of plugs at once.
I ghosted Snakebites, told Alice that I thought we should cool it, and in a move worthy of a rom-com I asked my beloved if I could pretend we were exclusive to put off Jill. They agreed and I texted Jill to let her know that I was no longer single.
I was not prepared for Jillâs response. She. Was. Devastated. She flew off the handle. Sheâd just been waiting for the right time to tell me how she felt about me! How dare I do this to her!
What about the table?!
âYou should keep the table, itâs gorgeous, youâll be able to sell it, but I donât expect a free table.â
Silence met me after that text. I worried and fretted and eventually headed home.
There on my doorstep. The table.
It was a small little end table, reeking of oil and polish, but very beautiful. I brought it inside. The little drawer didnât even have a knob or guide rails. But it did have a handwritten bill proclaiming that it was costing me $500.
âI canât afford a $500 table, Jill!â I texted.
âWell you kept saying how nice it was. I spent a lot of time on it.â
âIâm not saying itâs not worth $500â (it wasnât, it was a tiny side table made by an apprentice) âbut I canât buy a $500 table.â
âMake me an offer.â
I stared at the little table. I did actually like it, but I worried about the repercussions of entering into this deal. Hesitantly I typed back, â$300.â I didnât think it was worth that much but I didnât want to insult her too badly.
This suited her for the night. But the next day she informed me she needed a new bed, and that sheâd take her $300 in credit toward a new mattress. I spent the whole next day basically wrangling with her over what she wanted and eventually she spiked back up to demanding $500 for the damn table.
âLet me just give it back,â I begged. It was not the first, second, or even third time Iâd asked to return the thing but this time she finally relented and gave me her address. Since she lived with her parents still Iâd never been over.
I called up my beloved and said, âHey, I need moral support, can you run an errand with me?â
They agreed which is how we loaded up a self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans DVD collection, and the table from hell into my little car together. Jill had said to meet her at one o'clock. I intended to drop everything off at noon and be done with this madness.
But while my beloved and I were on the doorstep leaving everything I heard, âJill? Youâre home early,â through the door. Her mom opened it to peer at us in confusion.
âI was just bringing Jillâs stuff back!â I chirped in alarm.
With little tact and a lot of speed we left her with Jillâs collection of things and then I sped out of there like my tail was on fire. I handed my phone to my beloved as I zoomed away instructing them to block Jillâs number. I was free. The tabletross around my neck had been returned.
It was about a month after that when my beloved and I officially began dating exclusively. I had wrapped up all my messy dating threads and it was a relief to be in a relationship again. They went on a trip to Mexico shortly after we made it official.
So I knew they were out of town. But next morning I walked out to my car and beheld a lipstick kiss pressed to the drivers side window.
I was petrified. I had just dumped three girls at once and had an extremely messy back and forth with one of them. Did I have a stalker?!
Of the girls, Alice seemed like likeliest candidate, being of a stronger lipstick variety girl than Jill or Snakebites. We had ended things a bit stiffly, but still cordial. She just laughed when I asked if she knew anything about it. âNope,â she said, âbut good luck.â
Iâd rather have walked over broken glass then text Jill, and Iâd firmly ghosted Snakebites so I was scared to reopen communication to ask if she was stalking me. I had to drop it. But it haunted me, that lipstick kiss.
For months I was jumpy, wondering which of my spurned lovers had done it. And why. Was it a threat? A goodbye? I lay awake thinking about it, worrying about how everyone Iâd dated knew where I lived, which car was mine.
Finally, nothing else happened and I moved on. The kiss would remain a mystery and I had to be content with that.
It was a year later when I finally started filling my mom in on my dating escapades that I finally got closure. She was hooting and laughing as I went over the table debacle. Then I paused and added, âAnd then this kiss showed up on my car.â
âDid you like it?â
âWhat? No! Iâm pretty sure one of them was stalking me! Who else would leave a kiss on my car?â
My mom started bellowing with laughter. âI did!â She wheezed.
Apparently. My mother had been driving by my place. And decided that a cute little gesture would be to leave me a kiss. And then decided to never mention it to me even though sheâs never done anything like that previously.
âIt scared the crap out of me!â I yelled while she collapsed with helpless laughter. âI thought I had a stalker! How could I possibly have known that was you?!â
âHow could I have known youâd just broken up with three girls at once?â She wheezed in rejoinder and like. Fair play.
So thatâs how my mom convinced me I had a stalker and I got out of buying a $500 table.
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There's my portal
As i said on @bet-on-me-13 'Where is my portal' post, here is my short about their idea. please enjoy.
Danny sipped his coffee, slowly shuffling towards his lab. It had been a long time since he had a ârun on two coffees and some ectoâ weekend but here he was, Monday morning, on his way to work.
He really wanted to be in bed but he had bills to pay.
Quietly he shuffled into his lab, which he found oddly drafty and oddly bright, considering he hadnât turned on the lights yet. After flicking them on he moved on towards his desk, passing a big gaping hole in the wall andâ
Danny paused, shuffled backwards a bit and then looked at the place where his portal used to be. For a long moment he just looked, then did a slow blink and took another sip of coffee.
After making sure that his portal, including parts of the wall, were really gone, he let out a sigh and held his face. âWho the fuck stole my door?â
With a sigh he pushed his bangs out of his face and walked to his PC, to check the security footage of his Cameras. For once it wasnât Vlad who stole his shit, Vlad at least had the courtesy to leave a note that he âborrowedâ something. It was safe to say that he was surprised to find the footage gone. There weren't many people that could hack through Tucker's programing.
Danny sat there, looking at the black screen of his PC for a long moment before thinking aloud. âOkay, we have one or more people who can; One, break through Tuckers firewalls. Two, physically move a portal weighing around ten tons and, Three, knows their way around Arcane Runes so as to not cause a mass ghost invasion.â
He thought about it for a minute before throwing his hands up. âFuck this, Iâm just going to use the other side to find it.â He got out of his chair before transforming.Â
Danny focused his power into one of his fingers before poking the air in front of him, the tip of it pierced the fabric of space which he then used to rip it open. He quickly flew through the tear before it sealed again. Despite Wulf teaching him how to do it he still sucked at it, which was the main reason he built his portal.
Once in the Zone he looked around for it. He found it after over two hours of searching, which only served to piss him off to the point where he began muttering curses under his breath.
Standing in front of it, he gave it a quick inspection. After inspecting the Runes, Danny had to admit that, whoever had stolen it, knew his way around them. They pretty much locked out anyone not authorized and or approved by the Caster. Too bad for them, Danny had the âMasterkeyâ and went through anyway.
John Constantine was holding his face, quietly counting to ten. Neither smoking nor drinking would help in this situation. After reaching fifty he ran his hands over his head, looking at the assembled brigade of idiots in front of him.
âOkay, let me get this straight.â He started, âYou,â he pointed at Batman, âfound an âunknown energy signatureâ and went to investigate. Then you found a high security lab with had an active portal to âwho knows whereâ and your first decision was to fucking steal it?!?!â
Superman moved forward, opening his mouth to counter but Constantine didn't let him. âAND you moron helped him steal it, not to mention you!â he pointed at flash, âHelp install it here, in the watchtower, without telling anyone from JLD about it?â
Flash looked a bit sheepish at him. âWell, in my defense I didnât know it was stolen.â
Constantine wanted to bash his head against the next closest bulkhead, maybe that would help.
âOkay, okay.â Constantine facepalmed, trying to stop the aneurysm from building up more.
A deep chill suddenly filled the air and sent goosebumps all over his back, âOh this is just getting better and better.â Constantine reached into his pocket for a warding charm, before turning around and swearing. He stopped swearing when he saw who had come through. âOh, hey Phantom.â
âConstantine, why the fuck did you steal my portal?â Danny wasnât even pissed anymore. He knew the English drunktard too well to blame him. Granted he was obnoxious, didnât pay back his debt and came whenever it suited him, but Danny liked the man. He didnât exasperate problems and always did what was necessary.
âLook, I didnât.â He then threw a thumb over his shoulder, âThose morons did.â
âConstantine, do you know this entity?â Batman already looked on high alert.
âExcuse you! I have a name. And that is my Portal. Explain why it isn't where it is supposed to be.â
âThe sensors of the Watchtower found an unknown energy signature, upon investigation we found an unsecured pathway to a different dimension, so we secured it.â
Danny stared at Batman for a solid minute, then simply said, âOh I'm going to sue your ass so hard your grandkids will feel it.â
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ââi just wanna be one of your girls tonight,â
pairing: geto suguru x fem! reader
synopsis: youâve had a crush on your brotherâs best friend for a long time, and just wanted to have his attention at least once
content: smut, weed consumption, blowing smoke into your mouth, choking, fingering, mirror sex, praise
You would do anything for the attention of Geto Suguru. There was just something about him that you needed. Yes he was your brotherâs best friend. And yes he was three years older than you. But that really meant nothing.
Your teeth bit down painfully on your bottom lip as you watched Geto flirt with an older girl. His signature smirk on his face as he leaned onto her locker, hands in his pocket with his lips moving in the sweetest words.
You wish it couldâve been you. The way she got shy, her face flushed red as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear with a perfectly manicured nail.
All you could do was watch with longing as his arm wrapped around her waist, her head on his side before they began walking the halls together. His smirk never faltered as he nodded along to her words.
Lucky. You thought to yourself, a tight lipped smile painted on your face.
You finished packing away your books, slamming the metal blue door shut before making your way to class. Youâd always be his best friendâs little sister.
âFuck- sorry..â you trailed off as you looked up to find his eyes staring back down at you. A smile on his face and his eyebrow raised as broad hands held onto your waist to steady your frame. âLanguage sweetheart. And careful now, wouldnât want Gojo to kill me, would we?â he teased.
Your mouth opening and closing with no words escaping. âU-uh y-eah, well n-no, i mean no.â So fucking embarrassing.
Geto only chuckled, shaking his head in amusement then walking off with a grin. âBye little Gojo.â
There he goes with that stupid nickname again.
âŠ
The day goes by with nothing on your mind. Well, except Geto of course. He would be coming over to your house later to hang out with your brother. And as always, they would have girls over.. and you werenât invited as Gojo put it.
Leaving your classroom, you passed by your locker to collect your things. Swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way to the schoolâs doors. âHey y/n,â a deep voice called. Turning around to see Geto jogging up to you with a girlâs arm hooked around his. A brunette this time.. great.
âYeah?â
âGojo asked for me to take you home, so youâre stuck with me.â He stated, winking jokingly before draping his arm over your shoulder as he walked you and his girl of the day to his vehicle.
If only he knew what that mere gesture did to you.
You took a seat in the back of his vehicle. Awkwardly watching as his hand squeezed the thigh of the girl in the passengerâs seat, massaging her skin until she was looking at the side of his face with nothing but want.
You blinked your attention away from them, resting your head back and looking out the car window instead. The ride to your house was silent apart from the girlâs constant giggling. And you kept your focus on anything but them, missing the way Geto glanced back through the rear view mirror. His head tilted and a small smile on his face.
Sheâs jealous, cute.
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âWeâre here,â Geto announced.
Walking into the house and greeting your brother in a hug before flopping down on the couch with his girl on his lap.
Gojo had his own blonde sat next to him, her legs on his lap as she played with his hair. âHello little sister, not even gonna greet your favorite big brother hello?â
You gave a short wave before going up to your room, locking the door shut before flopping onto your bed. You wanted him.. so bad.
Maybe if you were just two years older.. granted, 18 and 21 wasnât even that bad.. but maybe he would watch you then.
You sighed, closing your eyes as you heard loud music fill the house, the group most likely beginning their drinking and make out session by now.
Grabbing your phone, you plugged in your earphones. One of The Girls by the weeknd blasting through your ears as you let your mind wander. Geto, his hands, on your body.
You let out a soft whimper as you allowed your hand to roam to your chest, squeezing your tits and rolling your nipples between your soft fingertips.
âMmm..â you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours as you trailed it lower, slowly pulling down your pants and letting it slip inside the white lace of your panties. âFuck.. Suguru,â your fingers rubbed along the line of your slit, teasing your clit before you finally allowed them to dip into your wetness.
âA-ah, so good,â you threw your head back into your pillow, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping heat with desperation. Trying your hardest to curl them to reach that good spot. Almost there.
âFuck.â you yelled out in frustration, they were not enough. You needed his. His long, veiny fingers.. you needed them in you, around your neck, squeezing at your flesh. Anything.
Sighing loudly, you stood up. Walking over to the door of you and your brotherâs shared master bathroom. You would usually knock. But he and his friends were clearly getting drunkâ and high, downstairs. So there was no need.
Pushing the door open, your eyes widened at the sight of Geto leaned over your counter. A blunt between his lips as red eyes stared at you through the mirror, his face drenched with water.
âA-am sorry, I thought it was e-empty.â you rushed out, your thighs clenching as you watched his muscles flex as he gripped the counterâs edge even harder.
âWait,â he called out, stopping you mid track from closing your side of the door. âCome here.â
You gulped hard, shakily walking over to him. âY-yeah?â Geto smirked, âyou know, itâs cute how flustered you get around me.â
You could feel your cheeks heat up, your brain scrambling to find something to say. Geto only chuckled, âwanna try?â holding the blunt out in your direction. âI.. I don't think Gojo would like that.â
He shrugged, âI wonât tell.â Before stalking over to you and backing you up against the counter. You yelped as his arms hooked under your thighs, swiftly lifting you onto the counter top before situating himself between your legs.
Getoâs fingers hooked onto your chin, your eyes meeting his as he lifted your head towards him. âOpen.â You did as told, parting your lips and watching as he took a hit, blowing the smoke into your open mouth before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
Your stomach burned with heat, your pussy drenched as his lips found your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hands wrapping around his neck while your fingers tugged at the back of his hair. âWhat about your girlfriend downstairs?â you spoke between moans.
âNot my girlfriend.â he reassured âAnd tonightâs all about you.â
You were in heaven, it was even better than you imagined.
Setting the rolled paper down, Geto helped you remove your shirt, pinching your nipples and twisting them softly just to hear you moan. âYou sound so pretty.â
Geto hurriedly peeled off his shirt, his abs on display making you bite your tongue. âTouch them.â
âW-what?â
âGo ahead, touch them.â Grabbing your hands and placing them on the hard muscles.
You could only whimper when Geto pulled your pants off of you, his eyes going dark at the sight of the white lace covering your pussy.
He looked down at you with a look of confirmation, you looking up at him through long lashes as you nodded. âPlease.â
That was all he needed, ripping the flimsy material off of you and admiring your glistening cunt. His fingers found your wetness, rubbing up and down before sinking them into you. A loud moan escaping your lips making his eyes widen.
âShhh, donât wanna get caught do you.â
Getoâs free hand made its way up to your mouth, muffling your mewls as he curled his fingers up into you. Perfect. They were hitting inside you so good, and you allowed yourself to moan his name over and over into his palm. His eyes never leaving yours as he fingered you dumb.
Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, drool coating his hand as you rocked back and forth on the marble top. It was happening, it was actually happening.
âIs this what you wanted baby? This what you been waiting for?â
You nodded, your eyes teary as the pads of his fingers pressed into your g spot with every thrust. Your legs hooked tightly around his waist, your toes curling as you began to tremble.
âCum for me,â he whispered in your ear, hot tongue making you moan out as he nibbled on your lobe. You could only let out a soft cry as you clenched down on his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand and fucking yourself through your high.
Geto watched in pure lust as you came, your glassy eyes looking up at him before shutting in pleasure, your head falling back as you met your release. You looked like a fucking angel in his eyes. And he wanted nothing more than to be the demon to corrupt you.
âGood girl.â he smirked.
You smiled, your eyes trailing to the blunt once more, making Getoâs smirk grow impossibly wider. Picking it up and bringing it to your plump lips. âInhale... there we go. Now let it sit.. and exhale.â he coaxed, âYou like that?â
Your head felt so dizzy, intoxicated even. And you nodded, watching as Geto took his own hit before blowing it out onto your face.
His fingers were dripping with your slick, and he brought them up to his mouth with a smug smile. Using his tongue to lick up your sweetness before connecting his lips to yours again. The kiss was hard, sloppy, and you moaned loudly into him.
Pulling away, Geto flipped you over. Using his knee to spread your legs apart and push your chest down onto the cold marble. You let out a needy whine, meeting his eyes in the mirror as his hand wrapped around your neck. The other lining his cock up with your hole. He let out a choked groan as he eased into you. A loud moan being drawn past your lips.
âS-so tight, fuck.â Getoâs lips parted in a loud groan, using his now free hand to pin both your smaller hands behind your back. âBeg me.. beg me to ruin you.â
You let out a broken cry. âP-please Geto.. please fuck me, ruin me, anything. âM all yours.â
You let out a string of high pitched noises when he began slamming his hips into yours. His tip piercing deep into you with every thrust.
âF-fuck, y-youâre.. s-so,â you let out a broken mewl, âso d-deep.â Geto tightened his hold on your neck, lifting your head slightly to force your eyes to stay on his. A deep growl sounding in his throat when you closed them.
âLook at me when i fuck you.â he demanded, your eyes shooting open and meeting his immediately.
Your mouth hung open in a small o. Soundless cries filling the room as you watched your body jerk forward with each movement of his hips.
You were so tight around him. Even tighter than he had imagined. And he couldnât help the moans leaving his own mouth as he destroyed your pussy.
âDoes that feel good? Does my cock feel good inside you baby?â
You nodded with a whimper, your breathing heavy as you were forced to watch yourself be fucked dumb.
âWords sweetheart.â
âY-yes, it feels s-so good Suguru.â
âThatâs my girl.â
You could feel your legs going weak, your knees trembling as you were fucked into the counter. âNngh- Sugu,â you moaned, a smirk on his face as he thought back to mere minutes ago when you were moaning his name from your bed. Now you didnât have to imagine, he was right there.
ââM so close,â you mewled.
âYeah? Gonna make a mess for me? Show me how much you wanted this?â
His back hunched as he flattened his chest against you, the position allowing him to hit deeper than you thought was possible.
âF-fuck,â you cried out, your eyes widening with tears as you felt his dick fucking you so deep, so good. The pleasure was too intense. The coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap.
âLook at how good you look when you fall apart on my cock. Come on babyâ cum for me again.â He encouraged as he rolled his hips up into you, forgetting about being quiet as he relished in your loud moans and cries. You sounded so pretty for him. And for him only.
A loud scream fell past your lips when his dick hammered against your g spot. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to gush around him. Eyes rolling back as you basked in the pleasure from your high.. the highest youâd ever been.
âThatâs a good fucking girl,â he dragged out, breathing getting heavy and his thrusts sloppy as he gave your pussy its final thrusts.
âWish i could fill you up more than anything. Fuck, wanna make you mine. Wanted to for so long.â he moaned, voice cracking slightly as his abs tensed.
Geto groaned, pulling out of you before spilling his cum onto your ass, his head thrown back as he let rope after rope fall onto your plush flesh.
Strong hands held you up before you collapsed, holding you tight against him as he breathed heavily into your back. Your chest heaving in an attempt to steady your own breathing.
Your heart clenched as your eyes trailed over the scene in the mirror. You, Suguru.. together, sweat coating both of your skins.
Getoâs voice was soft as he mumbled, âWant you so bad.. need you to be mine. I canât wait anymore.â
Your heart rate sped up as you felt your tears at the brink of falling. This wasnât a dream. âIâ I..â you were at a loss of words.. he wanted you too.
âItâs okay, I know. You donât quite make it discreet.â he joked, pulling you into a tight hug and placing a kiss onto your head.
Geto cursed, letting out a long sigh and picking up the still lit blunt. Taking a puff before releasing it above your head. âWhat the fuck am i supposed to say if Gojo finds out.â
Oh yeah.. your brother. He would most definitely not approve.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door. A very drunk Gojo slurring, âYo Suguru? You in there? I need to piss.â
Geto only shook his head with a silent laugh. While you, you couldnât be bothered. You had him. You actually had him. Suguru was yours. And you werenât just one of his girls. You were his girl.
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One Piece men reaction to you stealing their signature clothes
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer
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Luffy
He is running thru the deck, absolutely nervous and irritated, Âżwhere is his hat?, he is almost having a panic attack.
Suddently he saw you fishing on the border of the deck with his hat on.
He instantly deflates like a balloon, you two are dating and he ussually lets you use his hat but it's the first you steal it without permission.
He approaches you from behind and wraps his rubber arms around yourself, enough silent to scare you but enough strong to not let you fall.
"Hi captain, how are you doing?"
"I tought my hat disappeared, i was scared, you know it's important to me." his voice sounded a little sad, you must have given him a lot of trouble.
"Sorry gorgeous, i wanted to fish but the sun it's too hot and you were sleeping so i took it, i shouldn't have done that."
"You can take my hat, but please, tell me next time."
"Of course i will, not doing this again, i don't want you to have another rough wake up." you give him a little kiss on the nose, you know he loves it.
"And if you want to fish tell me first, i want to fish with you..." a little of his ussual child behaviour is back.
"But you were sleeping," he hid his face on your neck.
"Then wake me up."
"You don't like that."
"I like it when you do it, and i can always sleep here." he placed his head on your lap and fell asleep again.
Zoro
It was a crazy idea, but you wanted to try it.
You stealed his haramaki while he was sleeping and you had a goal in mind with that.
You were in front of the mirror, trying to clip the haramaki tight enough to make a top for you.
You almost got it, it was starting to look good.
Then the door opened and Zoro appeared with an irritated look.
Then he saw you and his mouth dropped almost to the floor.
"What were you..." he didn't finish the question, instead he was doing hand signals.
"I thought it would look good." you are now blusing, a lot.
"You.... you can't...." it sounded like Zoro couldn't talk properly, that's when you saw he was blushing too, "You look very good on it," he covered his face with his hand.
"Thanks, i am glad you are not mad."
"I am mad but you look pretty, i hope you didn't break it."
"No, i am just clipping it, no sewing." he got behind you and put his hands on your waist.
"I can help, but later i will get a reward for contributing in this model's look." you laughed.
Sanji
He has a set of jewelry which consists on a necklace, a ring and a bracelet.
There are some ocasions that he lets you have one of the three, but you wanted to try it all.
Today he was doing dinner and you hugged him from behind.
You felt him tense but he was still cutting the vegetables, but now at a slower pace.
You were already wearing the ring so you showed it to his face and then got to his neck and unclipped the golden chain.
His breathing was starting to hitch, he isn't sure if he would be able to turn around and ask you what you were thinking.
You put the necklace on you neck and then you move your hand to his wrist.
Now he is completely unable to continue doing his chores.
You uncliped the third item and put it on yourself.
He finally turned around and saw you admiring how his yewelry looks on yourself.
"What are you doing." he was trembling.
"I wanted to see how good they look on me." you showed the ring and bracelet on his face again.
"And you need it to do it like that? mon amour." and then Sanji got a nose bleed and needed to sit down.
Trafalgar Law
He was so inmerse on his book that he didn't sense you enter the room and take his hat from the table.
He told you he couldn't sleep with you that night but you needed to feel him close so you stealed the hat, carefully.
At the end he finished his readings sooner so he got to your bedroom, he was so tired that he didn't noticed he wasn't wearing his hat.
The surprise came when he got to your side and saw his hat on you.
He blushed a lot, almost tripped, you looked so cute in his eyes.
He is not the one to think someone is cute but you always manage to make him flustered.
He wanted to wake you up and kiss you but after some thinking, he realize he is too tired to do it, so he waited to next morning.
When you woke up you were really surprised, Law tends to sleep on his side of the bed keeping distance from you, but this night he was trapping you with his arms.
You were unable to leave his embrace, but you aren't complaining about it.
Eustass Kidd
You were really cold, the winter island was giving you a hard time.
So you took his coat to get out of the ship to do some shopping.
When you came back his yellings were audible from miles away, apparently he tought someone was making jokes on him.
When he saw you getting on the deck with his red coat, he almost choked.
He really liked seeing you with his coat (his nose almost bleed) but he needed to keep his reputation.
He yells at you trying to discipline you on public (not to much).
When you both got into your room he tried to make it up.
"Don't think i will forgive you." you said while laying on bed.
"I have a reputation, but i didn't meant to be so rude."
"i am not hearing an apology."
"Sorry." He is red as a tomato.
"Good boy." you patted his head carefully while his arms embrace you.
"It suited you very well." you laugh when he hid is face on your chest.
Killer
Another heart attack, he never goes outside without his helmet, so when he wakes up and couldn't find it, he starts to anxious.
Early enough he discovers that you are on the bathroom cleaning it, repainting it and fixing it.
When he opened the door it was like you both became deers looking at car lights.
You were sure he was going to be mad at you but seeing someone being so preoccupied with his favourite.
"You could have said something:"
"I wanted it to be a surprise, plus this thing is nasty as fuck." his big muscular arms went to your waist.
"Thanks." he rubbed his head to yours and lowered himself for you to put the helmet on him.
"No." you pated his blonde hair, "this thing is still wet, so you have to wait."
"Kid is going to kill me if im late."
"Don't worry, we can manage to dry it fast."
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tyler owens x fem!reader
based on this request: âOmg, how about Tyler Owens comforting reader on their first storm chase, maybe sheâs really nervous or scared and heâs like donât worry I ainât gonna let anything happen to you⊠something like that???â
warnings: depictions of a tornado, reader has a panic attack. severe damage to homes and buildings.
w/c: 1.7k
a/n: thank you for the request! i added a touch of a backstory to help the plot go forward. i hope thatâs okay!! iâm also currently in the theater about to watch it again (i saw it last night lol) enjoy <3
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â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â” â”
you see a man standing in a wide-open field, as the sky above you darkened to a menacing shade of gray. the once-gentle breeze turns into a fierce, howling wind, and you feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of your stomach.
you were assigned to follow him and his crew around while they chased these monstrous tornadoes then went in and dissolved the threat. you worked for a huge journaling company from the north, but you grew up in arkansas and became familiar with these devastating weather patterns.
now, you were in oklahoma where youâd be joining this storm chaser during a week-long chase.
âyou ready to chase some storms?â his back was still towards you, and his southern drawl was familiar.
as the man in the maroon shirt and white cowboy hat, spun on his heels to face you, you were taken aback.
tyler owens.
ây/n?â
his blood ran cold, not expecting to see you after all of these years. you laughed in disbelief, âthis is crazy..â you shook your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg.
âyouâre the journalist?â
you and tyler go way back. the two of you were in school together, majoring in meteorology.he started chasing these storms, becoming famous on campus.
but, it all came to a head one day when you got trapped and lost your best friend. thatâs when you dropped meteorology and took up journalism. you documented the destruction, the path, how they moved, etc.
and now, you were writing about who was called the tornado wrangler. you shouldâve done your research but you didnât want the assignment.
but, he had become so popular with his crew. theyâd go inside the twisters and release a mixture to help dissolve the storm. and it worked.
âyouâre the wrangler?â you ask, and tyler laughs. that signature laugh that always made you want to punch him in his pretty little face.
tyler turns around and rests his hands on his hips. âwhat do you see?â
the wind picks up even further, swirling around you in a dizzying dance, pulling at your clothes and hair. you sigh, taking a few steps closer till you are standing next to him.
âthereâ you point to the east, the air was thick with an unsettling hum as a dark mass loomed on the horizon. the skies darkened further, and a chilling gust of wind whipped up debris and sent trees bending at unnatural angles.
"another one" he murmured, eyes locked on the clouds as his adrenaline spiked and his lips pulled into a smile that he couldn't help but wear every time a storm was brewing.
glancing over at you he tried to hide the excitement in his chest that he felt when one appeared, but tyler knew hiding your feelings from another storm chaser was like trying to hide a tornado in an open field.
"how much do you wanna bet it'll touch down two miles east of our position" he teased, eyes scanning the clouds for clues.
âmmâ you shake your head, even though you hadnât done it in years you still had it. âthree.â you continue, then point to the wind and how it carries against the wheat field.
âlook at the way the wind is carrying. itâll go east and hit north. perfect conditions,â you add crossing your arms
âi think you have yourself a ef5.â
uou had it. the intuition to tell where a storm was going to go by only looking at the clouds, the way the winds were blowing, and the speed at which the storm moved.
tyler had a similar gift, every storm chaser had it, but he had never met someone who could predict the size of a storm, which was a rarity he had never seen before.
âah EF5, huh? iâll hold you to that. If youâre wrong, youâre buying me a beer.â
tyler owens would be the death of you.
âiâm not buying you anything, owens.â
you load up into his truck, snapping pictures of forming a storm. he was flooring the red truck in a wheat field right towards the storm so he could get ahead of it.
âya miss it?â he yells, over the thunder. occasionally turning his head to look at you. you say nothing, continuing to snap pictures.
âsometimes.â you blurt, not looking back at him. âi just donât miss the destructionâ you continue, rolling up the window and reviewing the photos.
âyou were good,â he says, one hand on the steering wheel and eyes still taking glances at you. âmmâ you just hum in response, not wanting to talk about your storm chasing days.
suddenly, a funnel begins to descend from the clouds, growing larger and more ominous by the second. the air around you crackles with anticipation, and you realize that you are witnessing the terrifying formation of a tornado. an EF5.
this was the second time you had ever seen an EF5 form in front of you, this was frightening.
you held onto your camera tightly as tyler drove right towards the black abyss. âshit..â you mumble quietly.
as the rain beat down on the windshield, the engine's roar could hardly be heard above the gathering storm.
tyler's truck sped through the wide-open fields, creating a trail of dirt and dust in their wake. with his eyes locked on the approaching storm, he clinched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel firmly like a man about to die.
he had chased tornadoes before, but never an EF5. the adrenaline in his veins was making his heart race and his senses heighten as he pushed the truck to drive faster, the roar of the wind and thunder in their ears.
âwhat a beautyâ he muttered, admiring the sheer force and size of the storm in front of them.
as your heart pounded furiously in your chest, you felt a sudden tightening of the breath in your lungs.
your mind raced with panicked thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. you fought to stay calm, but the fear was overwhelming, like a living entity trying to consume you whole.
sweat beaded on your forehead, and your hands trembled as you held the camera. the world around them seemed to blur and spin out of control, like the tornado in front of them.
"tyler, we should go back," you yelled. tyler smiled, eyes fixed on the whirling green giant in front of him.
he yells, "not a chance, l/n. look at it!" as he maneuvers through the difficult terrain. âwe canât give up now!â
âstop!â you proceeded to yell, flashes of that night you lost your best friend. the way the sky looked, how it sounded, the rain on your skin, how cold you were. it was all flashing in front of you, experiencing the whole thing again.
tears brim your eyes, your body shaking like a leaf. âplease! just stop!â you yell over the growl of the thunder clapping.
tylerâs heart sank to his stomach as he heard the raw emotion in your voice. he had teased you and challenged uou, but now it was clear that this was not just another storm for you.
it was a personal struggle that was tearing you apart and he had triggered it with his arrogance.
without a word, he stomped on the brakes and brought the truck to a screeching halt, his own heart racing against his ribs.
"y/n, look at me," he said, voice suddenly hoarse and quiet.
youâre gasping for air, pulling at the collar of your crewneck. the cab of the truck felt like it was closing in on you, you unbuckled the seat belt and tried to unlock the door. âi canât do thisâ your bottom lip begins to quiver. âi have to..i gotta get out of here.â
you canât even bring yourself to look at him. your mind is fogged with the traumatic experience of the last time you were caught in the eye of a storm like this.
tylerâs heart dropped as he saw you struggling, your gasping breaths and trembling body. he reached over to her, gently grabbing your wrist, preventing you from opening the door of the truck.
âhey, hey, whoa. look at me, look at me, please.â he pleaded, his voice firm but surprisingly gentle.
he reached out and took your chin, gently turning your head to face him. his eyes searched yours for a moment before narrowing in concern.
ây/n, listen to me. you need to breathe, sweetheart.â
your breathless, unable to think straight until your eyes meet his sea green orbs. you take in a deep breath and mirror tylerâs breathing.
inhale, exhale.
you repeated this until you eventually calmed down.
your hands continue to tremble as you speak, âtyler, i cannot do this. i just canât.â hour southern drawl escaping. âitâs too muchâ
tyler watched as your rapid breathing slowly began to match his own, your hand gripping his tightly. his heart ached as he saw the fear and the anguish in your eyes, and knew that this was not just a simple fear of storms.
it was a trauma, something deeply personal, that had left a permanent mark on your soul.
he gently raised his other hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, trying to soothe you. âi know, i knowâ he whispered, his own tone gentle and soft.
âainât nothin gonna happen to you, kay? i wonât let it.â he assures your worries, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eyes then tucked some hair behind your ear.
âiâve got you.â he continues. you watch as his attention goes from you to the tornado in front of you. âif you want me to take you back i need to know, nowâ he says, looking back at you.
you sniffle, following his gaze to the twister.
if he could stop something like this it would be a huge achievement to the community. no more damage, no more homelessness. it would all be fixed.
âno..â you begin, and find your eyes back on him. âiâll be fine.â
tyler nods, putting the truck into drive. one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching for yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. âyouâll be fine, city girl.â
you choke out a laugh, and shake your head.
âthen, letâs chase this beaut!â he yips and slams his foot on the gas and takes off towards the monster of a tower.
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Tyler Owens and shy reader you say? Who gets flustered every time he looks at them? Who hides their face in his chest to âescapeâ his gaze? Tyler who wants to kiss her so bad and sheâs so flustered.
Hide and Seek - Tyler Owens x Reader
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Seeing Tyler Owens while out pumping gas was all you'd needed to know that you weren't the type of person to be capable of dating him. He was all outgoing smiles, signatures thrown here and there to an adoring crowd, and you'd tucked your head to your chest as if it would make the tank fill faster to your rental car.
Well, truck, really, because that had been the only vehicle the agency hadn't rented out yet. You'd needed the truck for only a day, just to get to work and back when your car was in the shop, but its gaudy red exterior had caught Tyler's attention and he'd called over to you from the opposite end of the station.
"Hey there, Red. Nice truck you got."
You'd never know scrutiny like you came to know when his entire crew of both teammates and fans turned to watch you, and he seemed to realize that you weren't up for all of the attention.
"We're breaking for ten," He'd called, and evidently that was enough to let his gaggle of fans disperse until their leader was ready to rev his engine again.
He'd hopped down from his own red truck with the stomp of boots on concrete, and you turned back to the pump desperately hoping he wouldn't talk to you. Unfortunately, a group of three people, him and two of his crew, started for you. You'd felt your heart rate pick up but the second they started to move with him he'd shoved them away, a playful maneuver but one that clearly said back off. That's how he'd gotten you alone, ducking his own head to speak with you instead of looking down his nose at you.
"Sorry if I freaked you out there. Didn't mean to get'cha all that attention if you didn't want it. This yours?"
He had whacked the side of the truck so hard you'd been unsure whether the rental agency was going to return it without hassling you for damages.
After a short conversation about the perils of emergency oil changes on a Monday morning, you'd left with Tyler's number that you'd been too scared to text until three days later, as well as a nagging feeling that you were the wrong sort of person to be talking to him.
You still feel it now, when he turns over in his bed to stare at you with his pretty eyes. You feel so terribly bashful even though you've been looking into the same eyes for three months now. You feel your face heating up against his pillow, and even in his barely-awake state he knows you're getting shy when you start adjusting yourself beneath the blankets.
"You're starin' at the sheets again," He observes, a soft smile on his face, "You're tappin' out already? We just woke up."
"I'm just cold," You lie, shifting the blankets around until you can handle meeting his eyes again. When you look up they're even more intense for the grin he's giving you, kind-hearted but all-seeing.
"You're still shy, even when it's just us, darlin'?"
"I'm more shy when it's just us," You laugh, just as honest as it is shaky, "Then there's no one else you're looking at but me."
"I'm starin' at you no matter who else is in the room." He murmurs, and when it only makes your bashfulness worse, he laughs gently and reaches out to pull you across the sheets towards him.
"C'mere. Can't have you runnin' away from me this early in the mornin'."
You allow yourself to be nestled quite snugly into his chest, but before you can relax you must allow yourself a moment's more mortification when you remember that he's bare-chested in bed.
"I can feel your cheeks burnin' up," Tyler laughs, and you feel his words more than you hear them as his chest shakes with laughter against your face, "Oh, baby, you're such a sweet little thing. How long is it gonna take for you to stop blushin' when we kiss?"
"How long are you gonna stay so handsome for?" You ask meekly into his chest.
You're gently, but unceremoniously pulled from his chest as he cups your face, dipping down to nudge his nose against yours.
"You're a flirt." He accuses, grinning from ear-to-ear, "You're a bold, brazen flirt and you're hidin' behind that shy demeanor, aren't you? Shit, now you're makin' me blush, darlin'."
"It's true," You breathe, laughing along though yours is more air than sound, "I just get shy. Like I forget just how handsome you are until you stare at me and then I get all shy again."
"Can't be nearly as handsome as you are beautiful, sweet thing." He murmurs, dipping down even further to press his lips to yours, morning breath and all, "But I've got enough boldness for the both of us. So if you need to hide after every kiss," He fondly notes the way you've planted yourself back in his chest, face ablaze, "Then I'll always be there to coax you back out afterwards. Deal?"
"Deal." You decide, but you're speaking into his chest so it's muffled.
He says nothing, but you feel a soft press of his lips to the crown of your head, and his pinky reaches down to interlock with yours where it rests against his chest, a promise sealed with a kiss.
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YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE WORLDS BIGGEST IDIOT : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU
the first time you meet your senior, GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU . . . you think they are the weirdest and most idiots person you've ever met, especially that special kid, gojo satoru.
warning : fluff
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THE FIRST MEETING
you were walking to the mall with yuu haibara and nanami kento, enjoying the break from school and missions. as the three of you strolled down the busy streets, yuu was excitedly chattering about all the things he wanted to do at the mall, when he suddenly said, âoh, by the way, we're meeting some of our upperclassmen today! and i heard you know shoko ieiri?â
you nodded, recalling the times your father made you visit jujutsu high before you officially enrolled. shoko was always there, casually smoking or chatting with some of the older students, and she was one of the first people to welcome you with her relaxed demeanor and dry humor. but as for the others you were supposed to meet today, you didn't really know themâjust heard bits and pieces from conversations around school.
âgeto suguru and gojo satoru, right?â nanami groaned at the mention of their names, rubbing his temples as if he could already feel a headache coming on. âgreat, just what we needed... gojo-unbearable-satoru and his sidekick.â
you chuckled, not entirely sure what to expect but amused by nanami's reaction. âare they really that bad?â you asked, curious since youâd only ever heard that they were an insanely strong duo, both special grade sorcerers, which was a big deal considering their age.
âtheyâre both ridiculously powerful, but gojo is... gojo,â nanami said, his tone dripping with exasperation, âgetoâs alright, i guess. but gojo's insufferable.â
as you arrived at the mall, you spotted shoko first, leaning against the wall near the entrance with her phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. beside her stood two guys who had to be the infamous geto and gojo. geto looked calm, with long hair tied up and a gentle smile on his face. gojo, on the other hand, had that cocky grin and his signature sunglasses, radiating an aura of arrogance even from a distance.
âthere they are,â yuu pointed out cheerfully, waving at the trio.
you hesitated for a moment but followed yuu and nanami as they approached the group. shoko spotted you and gave a small wave, her expression softening slightly. âhey, you made it,â she greeted you, her tone as laid-back as ever.
as you and the other first years finally approached, geto and gojo turned their attention toward you all. gojo was the first to speak, eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses as he shamelessly scanned you from head to toe. he had that smirkâthe kind that screamed he thought he was better than everyone elseâand he leaned forward, one hand still stuffed casually in his pocket.
âhey, so this is the new kid?â he drawled, his tone light but with an unmistakable hint of mockery. geto nudged him, a silent warning flashing in his eyes, but gojo barely seemed to notice, too caught up in his own amusement.
you raised an eyebrow, already unimpressed. youâd heard all about gojo satoru from your familyâthe endless talk about his six eyes and his bullshit special grade powers like he was some kind of walking legend. honestly, youâd had enough of that nonsense to last a lifetime.
crossing your arms, you met his smirk with one of your own, not backing down in the slightest. âwow, the great gojo satoru, huh? must be exhausting, carrying around all that ego,â you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, âheard so much about youâmostly that youâre just an arrogant prick with some fancy eyes.â
gojo blinked, a flicker of surprise breaking through his smug expression, but it quickly turned into a grin. âoh, i like this one,â he said, clearly entertained by your sass. âsheâs got some fire.â nanami and yuu couldn't believe what they were hearing, their eyes widening at your boldness. gojo, however, seemed to delight in the fact that you were snapping back at him instead of cowering away like most people did.
he leaned in closer, a sly smile on his lips as he looked down at you, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but the mischief in them was palpable, âwell, well, well... the little first year has some bite.â geto watched with amusement, leaning against the wall and hiding a smirk behind his hand.
geto chuckled softly, giving you a knowing look as if to say he was used to this kind of reaction toward gojo. âdonât mind him,â geto said, his tone much gentler, âhe likes to push buttons.â
âyeah, well, heâs not pushing mine,â you said with a shrug, refusing to let gojoâs attitude get to you. you werenât about to be intimidated by some guy who thought he was untouchable. if he wanted to play that game, youâd play right back, with just as much sass and zero tolerance for his bullshit.
gojo laughed, a sound that was as arrogant as it was charming. he liked you. you were different from other people heâd met, and to say he was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.
âoh, i like this one,â he repeated, his smile widening. âsheâs not scared of me, suguru. itâs refreshing.â geto chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, âyeah, she's not intimidated by your god complex,â he teased.
as the six of you strolled through the mall, browsing shops and occasionally stopping when something caught yuuâs eye, you couldnât help but notice how geto and gojo kept glancing at you, their heads tilting toward each other as they whispered and smirked like they were sharing some inside joke. it was irritating, reallyâespecially gojo, who seemed to be making it his personal mission to get under your skin.
you tried your best to ignore them, pretending to be engrossed in whatever store display was nearby, but you could feel their eyes on you, that smug energy radiating off of gojo like a beacon. heâd throw out little comments here and there, light jabs that were clearly meant to see if youâd react.
âso, whatâs your deal, huh?â gojo suddenly said, breaking the conversation you were having with nanami about some new movie. he fell into step beside you, leaning in with that same annoying smirk. âyouâve got quite the attitude for a first year. something to prove, maybe?â
you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at him as you continued walking. âand youâve got quite the mouth for someone whoâs supposed to be âall-powerful,ââ you shot back, keeping your tone casual but laced with a bite, âmaybe try using it for something other than annoying people for once.â
geto snickered softly from behind, clearly entertained by your responses, while gojo just grinned wider, like he was enjoying every second of your defiance. âoh, come on, donât be like that,ïżœïżœ gojo said, pretending to pout. âweâre just trying to get to know you. youâre kinda fun when youâre not glaring at us.â
the entire time, yuu was stuck between looking like an excited kid in a candy store and watching the interaction between you and gojo like he was watching a tennis match. seeing someone stand up to gojoâs arrogance was a rare sight, especially for someone as much younger as you.
nanami, on the other hand, was simply exhausted by the whole thing, his eyes narrowed as he looked at gojo and muttered something that sounded like âannoying prick.â while gojo continued his verbal banter, geto quietly watched.
âyeah, fun,â you muttered, your patience wearing thin, âor maybe i just have a low tolerance for bullshit.â gojo laughed, the sound loud and obnoxious, drawing a few stares from passersby. âguess weâll just have to see how low that tolerance really is,â he teased, nudging geto, âbet i can make them snap by the end of the day.â
you stopped walking, finally turning to face him with an unimpressed look. âoh, please,â you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. âif you think iâm gonna lose my cool over some smug, overconfident special grade who thinks the world revolves around him, youâre in for a long day, gojo.â
for a split second, you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly covered it with another grin. geto chuckled again, nudging gojo as if to tell him to ease up. âlooks like youâve met your match, satoru.â
âyeah, yeah,â gojo waved him off, still smirking. âbut thatâs what makes it interesting, right?â you just rolled your eyes again, turning away from them to continue walking. if gojo thought he was gonna get the better of you, he was sorely mistaken. you werenât about to give him the satisfaction of seeing you snapânot today, not ever.
by now, nanami was silently rooting for you not to let gojo get under your skin. yuu was practically vibrating with excitement, enjoying the spectacle like it was a circus show. and getoâgeto was clearly entertained, barely holding back a smile behind his hand as he watched you brush off gojoâs attempts to rile you up.
despite your outwardly unbothered demeanor, gojo was not about to back down. he loved a challenge, and there was something about your attitude that intrigued him.
so he continued, throwing out more snide comments and subtle jabs.
YOU AND GAKUGANJI'S GUITAR
ever since that first meeting at the mall, geto and gojo had made it their mission to annoy you every single day. they always found a way to tease you or mess with you, and it felt like they had some kind of radar for whenever you were in a decent mood, swooping in just to ruin it. and it didnât help that your classmates started hanging out with them more, dragging you into their chaos whether you liked it or not.
youâd tried to brush them off, but they were relentlessâgojo especially, always throwing some sarcastic comment or smug remark your way, while geto would watch with an amused smile, occasionally adding his own little quip that was just enough to push your buttons. it was like a game to them, and you were the unwilling participant.
one afternoon, youâd finally had enough and decided to take some time alone, venturing into the forest to clear your head. you needed some peace, some quiet, and more than anything, a break from those two idiots who always seemed to find you no matter where you went. but it wasnât just for relaxation; you were digging for something with a shovel in hand, trying to keep your mind focused and away from the usual annoyances. the quiet, the solitudeâit was exactly what you needed.
you were deep into your task, almost losing track of time, when suddenly you heard a voice behind youâsmooth and way too familiar.
âwhatâre you digging for, a body?â getoâs voice rang out, and before you could even register it, you jumped, letting out a scream as the shovel slipped from your grasp and clattered to the ground. your heart raced, and you whipped around to find geto standing there, his expression half-amused, half-surprised at your reaction. geto and gojo stood there, both grinning like theyâd just won the lottery. gojo was barely holding back laughter, while geto wore that usual smug smile, clearly pleased with himself for catching you off guard.
âdamn it, geto!â you snapped, pressing a hand to your chest to steady your breathing. âare you trying to give me a heart attack? what the hell are you doing here?â
gojo snickered, leaning against a tree with that same insufferable grin. âwe were just taking a walk and saw you out here,â he said, clearly not sorry at all. âbut now iâm curiousâwhat are you digging for? burying evidence or something?â
you huffed, quickly realizing that your attempts to have a moment of peace were quickly being ruined by the two special grades who had a habit of making your life more difficult.
you crossed your arms, trying to regain your composure and glare at them defiantly, but your heart was still racing from being startled. ânone of your business,â you grumbled, turning away to pick up the shovel.
gojo snickered again, leaning against the tree and looking like he was enjoying himself way too much. âaww, no need to be so defensive,â he teased. getoâs eyes flicked to the electric guitar lying on the ground near the hole you were digging, and he immediately recognized it. a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned closer, arms folded casually.
âis that gakuganjiâs guitar?â geto asked, his tone filled with amusement.
your movements froze instantly, your back still to them, slightly bent over as you were mid-dig. the tension in the air shifted, and even gojo raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face growing wider as he realized the significance of getoâs question.
you let out a frustrated sigh, your gaze darting between geto and gojo as you tried to keep your composure. the shovel felt heavy in your hand, and you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of how ridiculous this all looked.
âitâs not his guitar,â you said, forcing yourself to sound casual despite the nervous tremor in your voice. you avoided eye contact, focusing on the ground as if it held the answers to your predicament. âiâuh, I just found it here.â
geto raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your story, while gojoâs grin grew even wider, clearly relishing the situation. âoh really?â geto said, his tone skeptical. âjust found it, huh? out here in the middle of nowhere?â
gojo let out a barking laugh, unable to contain his amusement any longer. "oh, this is rich," he snickered, clearly enjoying your obvious lie.
geto chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. âseriously? you really think weâd believe that?â he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. âout here, in the middle of the forest, you just happened to stumble upon the esteemed gakuganjiâs prized guitar?â
gojo leaned against the tree again, still snickering. ânice try, but youâre gonna have to do better than that.â you scowled, feeling your patience snap as gojo and geto continued to mock you. their laughter and disbelief were grating on your nerves, and you couldnât hold back your frustration any longer.
âfine,â you snapped, turning to face them fully with a fierce glare. âit is his guitar. that old bitch was pissing me off today and i hate him, so i took it. happy now?â
a moment of shocked silence followed your admission, the duo clearly not expecting such a straightforward response.
gojoâs laughter faded as he stood up straight, his smirk becoming more intrigued than mocking. âseriously?â he said, his eyes flickering between you and the guitar. âyou really took his guitar just to mess with him? thatâs ballsy.â
geto stayed quiet for a moment, eyeing you with a mix of surprise and admiration. âyou really donât like being pushed around, do you?â you crossed your arms and scowled at the two of them, clearly fed up with their reactions but unable to mask your irritation.
âhey, he was a bitch, okay?â you snapped. âheâs just lucky i only took his guitar and didnât yank out all those hairs on his face. iâve got more patience than he deserves.â gojo's grin returned, wider than before, clearly impressed by your audacity. âdamn, you really don't hold back, do you?â he chuckled.
geto chuckled softly as well, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and disbelief. ânever a dull moment with you around,â he muttered.
you shrugged, focusing on your digging as if the ground was the most fascinating thing youâd ever seen. âyeah, well, some of us donât have time for polite small talk,â you said with a hint of a smile. âi prefer getting things done, even if it means ruffling a few feathers.â
you gave them a quick glance before returning to your work, feeling a bit more at ease now that you knew they werenât completely against you.
despite their initial surprise, gojo and geto chuckled, clearly enjoying your defiant attitude. they exchanged amused glances.
âruffling feathers is an understatement, i think,â gojo said, leaning back against the tree again. âyou're more like a tornado that just blows through everything in sight.â
geto nodded in agreement, his smirk softening into a smile. âbut it's definitely entertaining.â gojo snickered, leaning against the tree once more. âfeisty, rude, and unpredictable,â he noted. âyou're definitely a unique one, that's for sure.â
geto chuckled softly, looking at you with a hint of admiration in his gaze. âlooks like there's more to you than meets the eye,â he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance at their comments, but deep down, a small part of you was secretly enjoying the attention. it was the first time they'd actually given you a complimentâeven if it was backhandedâand it didn't completely suck.
âoh, please,â you muttered, digging with more force than needed. âdon't suddenly start being nice to meâit's weird.â
but gojo just chuckled, undeterred by your dismissive tone. âoh, we're not being nice,â he teased. âwe're just stating facts.â
geto nodded in agreement, a smile still on his face. âlike it or not, you've caught our attention,â he said, his tone playful. âyou're not easy to ignore, you know.â you turned to face them, your cheeks flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. your glare was as sharp as you demanded, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
gojo shrugged casually, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on you. âit means you're interesting,â he said with a smirk. âwe keep an eye on things that pique our interest.â
geto leaned against a tree opposite to gojo, his arms crossed as he added, âand you, y/n, have definitely piqued our interest.â you felt your eyes widen, and your cheeks started to heat up as the realization sank in. âshut up,â you muttered, trying to sound annoyed but unable to completely hide the embarrassment in your voice.
gojo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âaw, looks like someone's blushing,â he teased, his smirk growing wider.
geto's smile turned into a soft chuckle as he watched you try to brush off their comments. âit's cute when you get flustered,â he remarked, his tone light and playful. you grumbled under your breath, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as gojo and getoâs teasing continued. their comments were starting to get on your last nerve, and you were done playing along.
âyeah, yeah, laugh it up,â you muttered, barely hiding your irritation as you turned away from them.
without another word, you took the shovel and, with a determined swing, cut the guitar in two. the sound of the wood cracking echoed through the forest, and you threw the broken pieces into the hole, your actions rough and deliberate.
âtake that, you old bitch,â you mumbled to yourself as you covered the hole with dirt, clearly imagining it was gakuganjiâs neck you were burying instead.
gojo and geto stood there, watching your dramatic display with a mix of surprise and admiration. they had expected you to be defiant, but your fierce determination took them by surprise.
as the sound of the guitar splitting echoed through the forest, they exchanged amused glances. gojo's smirk widened, while geto chuckled, clearly entertained by your boldness. geto spoke up first, his voice filled with amusement. "that was certainly a... unique way to say 'fuck you,' wasn't it?"
gojo watched you with a mix of fascination and surprise, his usual smirk softened by a look of genuine admiration. he could practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as he took in your fierce, unapologetic display. it was like you had turned the whole situation into a dramatic, personal statement, and it had a profound effect on him.
his eyes were fixed on your form, and he felt a rush of excitement that he couldn't quite ignore. for a moment, the teasing and playful facade melted away, replaced by a deeper, more intense emotion. the raw intensity of your reaction had hit him harder than he expected, and he was almost afraid youâd notice just how much it affected him.
gojo nodded absentmindedly, still caught up in the rapid beat of his own heart. âyeah,â he said, his voice quieter than usual. âdefinitely one for the books.â
geto's smile widened as he noticed the subtle change in gojo's demeanor. he saw the way his smirk faded into something more sincere and felt the shift in the air. he knew gojo well enough to recognize when something had piqued his interest, and your defiant display had certainly done just that.
he glanced at gojo, a knowing look in his eyes, before turning his gaze back to you. âcareful, satoru,â he teased, a sly smile on his lips. âyou're looking a little smitten over there.â
you noticed gojoâs reaction before you heard getoâs teasing remark. the slight pink in his cheeks and the way his posture seemed a bit more tense caught your attention. even though you couldnât see his eyes behind the dark glasses, you could tell from the way his expression had shifted that something was definitely different.
you gave gojo a look of disgust, clearly unimpressed by his sudden change in demeanor. âseriously?â you said, your voice dripping with annoyance. âwhatâs wrong with him?â
geto chuckled, enjoying the fact that you had noticed gojo's unease. he loved to see his friend squirm, especially when it came to matters of the heart.
"aw, don't be so hard on him,â he teased. âhe's just experiencing some... unexpected emotions, that's all.â gojo shot geto a dirty look, silently signaling him to shut up, but geto just snickered and ignored his silent plea.
you maintained your disgusted expression as you took in the interaction between geto and gojo. yhe way geto was teasing gojo and the evident discomfort it caused him only added to your irritation.
âweirdo,â you muttered, shaking your head as you tossed the shovel to the ground with a clatter. you turned on your heel and started walking away, clearly done with the whole situation and eager to put some distance between yourself and the bizarre scene.
as you walked off, you could still hear getoâs laughter behind you, but you chose to ignore it, focusing instead on finding some semblance of normalcy away from their antics.
gojo's eyes followed you as you walked away, his demeanor still a mix of surprise and mild mortification.
âgreat,â he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance. âthanks for that, suguru.â
geto just shrugged, his smirk still in place. âwhat? i was just being honest. it's not my fault you have a thing for the feisty ones.â gojo shot geto another glare, his cheeks still slightly pink. âshut up,â he muttered, sounding more embarrassed than angry.
geto chuckled again, clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much. âoh come on, donât deny it. i saw the look on your face. you were practically swooning.â
âiâm not,â gojo retorted, his voice coming out more defensive than he intended.
âyou are,â geto insisted, grinning widely.
âiâm not,â gojo said again, his tone more strained as he tried to maintain his composure.
getoâs grin only widened at gojoâs weak protestations. he knew he had struck a nerve.
âoh, come on. you canât fool me,â he said, his voice dripping with mockery. âi know the look of a smitten man when i see one. and you, my friend, are wearing it loud and clear.â
TREE AND TWO PARASITE
you sat under the tree, savoring the shade and the cool breeze against your skin. the popsicle in your hand was a perfect escape from the relentless heat, and you eagerly opened the package, snapping the plastic off with a quick twist. the moment the cold, sweet treat touched your tongue, a satisfied moan escaped your lips, the icy chill instantly refreshing.
you leaned back against the tree trunk, enjoying your brief moment of peace. you were supposed to be training with yagaâs curse doll, but you couldnât be botheredâcombat practice was the last thing you felt like doing today. you were perfectly content to hide out here, enjoying your popsicle and the quiet, far from yagaâs stern instructions and that annoying doll.
just as you were getting comfortable, you heard rustling nearby, but you ignored it, too caught up in the bliss of your popsicle to care who might be approaching.
as you were lost in the bliss of your moment, the sound of footsteps approached, followed by familiar voices. before you could even react, gojo and geto appeared out of nowhere, their presence instantly breaking your peaceful escape.
you groaned in annoyance, already expecting some kind of teasing from them. but what you didnât expect was gojo leaning down with that stupid smirk of his and snatching your popsicle right out of your hand. without a second thought, he put it in his mouth, his grin widening as he enjoyed the stolen treat.
âare you serious?â you snapped, glaring up at gojo, who was clearly pleased with himself. the audacity of it made your blood boil, and you could see geto trying to stifle a laugh beside him, clearly enjoying the show.
âcome on, satoru,â geto chuckled, giving him a playful shove. âyouâre really gonna steal a popsicle from her?â
gojo just winked, still savoring the cold treat. âwhat? sharing is caring, right?â he said, voice muffled slightly by the popsicle, as if that made his actions any less infuriating. your annoyance only grew as geto chimed in, clearly finding the situation hilarious. gojoâs cocky demeanor made you want to punch him in his smug face.
you crossed your arms, glaring daggers at him. âoh, come on,â you snapped. âthatâs mine!â
but gojo just chuckled, shamelessly enjoying his stolen popsicle. âfinders keepers,â he said through his smug smile, his fingers holding loosely around your popsicle.
you huffed, eyes narrowing at gojo as he shamelessly continued to enjoy your popsicle. the audacity was enough to make your blood boil, and you were done playing along with their annoying antics. without missing a beat, you reached over and snatched the popsicle right out of gojoâs hand, earning a surprised look from him.
âthis is mine,â you said firmly, taking a deliberate lick of the popsicle as if to prove your point. âif you want one, buy it yourself.â your glare dared him to argue, and you could see geto stifling a laugh at gojoâs expense.
gojo couldn't hide his surprise at your boldness. he had expected you to protest and whine, not take back your popsicle with such determination. and the way you took a defiant lick, without a care in the world, was both irritating and admirable.
he glanced at geto, clearly annoyed at the amused look on his friend's face. gojo opened his mouth to say something, but geto beat him to it.
âoh, looks like sheâs not messing around,â he teased, a wide grin on his face. you rolled your eyes at getoâs comment, not in the mood to entertain their teasing any longer. with a deep sigh, you finally turned your attention to them, still holding your popsicle like a prized possession. âwhy are you guys even here?â you asked, annoyance lacing your tone.
as they sat down, you noticed gojo positioning himself beside youâway too close for comfort. you didnât even realize how close until your shoulder brushed against his. you flinched slightly, your personal space suddenly feeling invaded.
gojo, seemingly unfazed, leaned back casually, his shoulder still lightly pressed against yours. âwhat, canât we just hang out?â he said with that insufferable smirk, as if he owned the world and everything in it.
geto leaned back against the tree, clearly enjoying the dynamic. âyeah, we figured you could use some company, yâknow? since youâre so âbusyâ running from training,â he added with a chuckle.
you shot gojo a quick glare, scooting away just a bit to reclaim some space. âif i wanted company, i wouldnât be hiding out here,â you mumbled, taking another lick of your popsicle, as if to reclaim the moment they interrupted.
as you shifted away to maintain at least a hint of personal space, gojoâs smirk only widened. he chuckled at your attempt to distance yourself, clearly enjoying your stubborn defiance.
âaww, donât be like that,â he teased, leaning in closer again. âyou know you love our company.â
geto just chuckled and shook his head, finding the whole scene amusing. âhe has a point, y/n,â he joked. âweâre pretty entertaining, you have to admit that.â you let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes as gojo leaned in even closer, completely disregarding your obvious need for space. you turned your head, giving him a flat, unimpressed look before shifting your gaze to geto, who seemed all too amused by the whole situation.
âno, you two are not entertaining,â you snapped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. âif anything, you two are going to go down in history as the worldâs biggest idiots.â
you took another defiant bite of your popsicle, savoring the cold sweetness while ignoring the way gojoâs shoulder brushed against yours yet again. gojoâs smirk morphed into a full grin, not at all bothered by your insult. in fact, he seemed to thrive on your defiant attitude. he leaned in even closer, his shoulder still pressing against yours despite your obvious discomfort.
âoh, wow. harsh,â he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement. âarenât you just a ray of sunshine today?â
geto chuckled and chimed in, clearly enjoying the exchange. âyeah, you do seem a bit prickly today, y/n. whatâs got you in such a grumpy mood?â you raised an eyebrow, fixing both gojo and geto with a serious, unamused expression. their teasing was getting old, and you werenât in the mood for their games. gojoâs smug grin and getoâs easy laughter only fueled your irritation.
âseriously?â you said flatly, your gaze shifting between the two of them. âyou two are the reason.â
you held their stare, refusing to back down or give them the reaction they were fishing for. âmaybe if you both found something better to do than annoy me every chance you get, i wouldnât be in such a âgrumpy mood,ââ you added, your tone laced with sarcasm.
gojo chuckled in response to your flat tone, clearly loving the fact that he was getting under your skin. âaww, donât blame us for your bad mood,â he said, his voice oozing with mock innocence. âweâre just here to brighten your day.â
geto chimed in, his smirk mirroring gojoâs. âyeah, weâre just spreading a bit of joy and cheer.â the two of them chuckled at each other, obviously enjoying the effect they were having on you.
you rolled your eyes, thoroughly annoyed by their nonchalant attitude. âyeah, because being a major pain in my ass is such a great way to spread joy and cheer.â
gojoâs smirk only grew wider at your biting remark. he found your feisty side downright amusing. âoh, come on. you know you love it when we annoy you.â geto chimed in, clearly enjoying the exchange. âyeah, your grumpy little huffs and eye rolls are the highlight of my day.â
gojo chuckled, his smirk still firmly in place. âand donât forget your adorable little scowls,â he added, his voice filled with mockery. you let out a heavy sigh, your patience wearing thin with their constant teasing. âso annoying,â you mumbled under your breath, leaning back against the tree with an exaggerated roll of your eyes.
despite your words, there was a small part of you that didnât mind their company as much as you pretended to. but admitting that, even to yourself, was a hit to your pride that you werenât willing to take.
you crossed your arms and stared up at the sky, trying to ignore the way gojoâs presence lingered too close, and how getoâs laugh seemed to fill the space around you. it was frustrating how they managed to worm their way into your day, no matter how hard you tried to keep your distance.
gojo chuckled at your mumbled complaint, not buying your exasperated act for a second. he had known you long enough to catch the subtle hints that you werenât as annoyed as you were trying to appear.
he leaned in even closer, his shoulder still touching yours. âaww, donât be like that. you know you love having us around.â
geto chuckled at the exchange, clearly enjoying the back and forth between the two of you. âyeah, admit it. weâre the best part of your day.â you couldnât help but chuckle, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips despite your best efforts to stay annoyed. you shook your head slightly, glancing between the two of them, their expectant faces so full of mischief and teasing.
âyeah, right,â you scoff, rolling your eyes playfully but unable to keep the warmth out of your voice. they both grinned, knowing they had managed to break through your defenses, even if just a little.
gojo and geto exchanged a knowing glance, clearly pleased with themselves for making you crack a smile. they knew they were slowly chipping away at your stubborn exterior.
gojo leaned in even closer, his arm brushing against yours. âsee, you do like having us around,â he said with a smirk, enjoying the way he was able to get under your skin without even trying. geto chuckled and nodded in agreement. âyeah, weâre growing on you like a fungus.â
you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks as gojo leaned even closer, his presence both irritating and oddly comforting.
âplease, shut up,â you muttered, turning your gaze away, but the slight upturn of your lips betrayed your attempt to seem unbothered. gojo and geto shared a knowing look, both of them clearly amused by your reaction. they could tell that you were trying to hide your feelings, but they werenât buying it for a second. the way your cheeks blushed gave you away.
âaww, look at that,â gojo teased, his smirk widening. âour little grouch is blushing.â geto chuckled and nodded. âyeah, i bet she secretly loves our company.â
you let out a huff, deciding not to dignify their teasing with a response. instead, you shifted slightly between them, settling onto the grass and lying down with your back to grass. closing your eyes, you block out their smug expressions, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.
âiâm going to take a nap,â you announced, your voice muffled by the wind. âbe useful for once and donât let yaga find me.â they can clearly see the exhausted in your face, the bag under your eyes. their heart softens as they take the sight of you between them, deciding to stop teasing you for a while and let you rest.
gojo and geto exchanged a brief look at your sudden change in behavior. they could both pick up on your exhaustion, the bags under your eyes all the tell-tale sign that you hadnât been getting enough rest.
they both silently agreed to back off on the teasing for the moment, knowing you needed a break. gojo sat back a bit, giving you some breathing room, while geto settled on his back, resting his arms behind his head. âalright, get some rest,â gojo said, his voice softer than usual. âweâll keep an eye out for yaga.â
the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, both of them quietly observing you as you laid between them, your eyes closed in exhaustion.
gojo quietly observed your sleeping face, taking in the way your features looked uncharacteristically relaxed in sleep. he found himself thinking, for a moment, how oddly peaceful you looked when you werenât bickering with him.
geto glanced over at gojo, noticing the soft look on his face, and chuckled quietly to himself. he had seen that look before and he knew exactly what it meant.
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COOL, CALM, AND COLLECTED⊠<3
â synopsis: everyone thought of nanami as a soft, vanilla loving man. who knew they could be so wrong? cw: camgirl! reader w camboy! nanami, rough sex, lowkey whipped nanami, pda, black! reader
nanami watched in disdain as his colleagues clowned him for being so vanilla all the time. âdoesnât y/n get tired of the same old? i bet i could give her a good time!â one of them yelled out, to the laughs of his other coworkers. nanami didnât lose his cool. he couldnât! not when he knew all this men were tuning into you and nanamiâs streams every tuesday, thursday, and saturdays! he knew this because not only would those idiots use their real names on their accounts they used to make donations, but because they would talk about it 24/7.
âspeaking of y/nâŠâ one of them said, jutting his thumb in your direction. out of the big picture window they had, they saw you getting out of your car, holding a blue lunchbox just for nanami. the secretary let you in, you thanked her and step onto the elevator, pressed the big three button. as the dings of the elevator rung throughout itself and the doors opened and closed for anyone that was possibly waiting, you step out with a warm smile on your face. you politely wave to everyone, subtly ignoring their hungry glares and whistles.
âhere you go, kenâ. you left it on the counter.â you smiled, placing his lunchbox on his desk. âthank you, sweetheart.â nanami grinned, pulling you onto his lap. he looked at his coworkers for a brief second, watching how they immediately turned their heads away as if they were doing their work.
âkenâ! i hafta go.â you giggle, your brown face heating up at the sudden show of affection. âi know, i know. jusâ gotta get some lovinâ on my baby.â nanami grins, pressing quick kisses to your face. you smiles and push him back gently, meeting his lips for a kiss. âi gotta go home.â you tell him, kicking your feet. nanami sighs putting you back in your feet. âsee you soon, baby.â you wave to your husband, walking away. once youâre out of earshot everyone starts hooting and hollering.
âoooo what was that, nanamin?â one of them asked, slapping his knee. nanami smirked and turned back to his computer. he canât wait for 4:30 to hit. ânanami, what was that?â another one of his coworkers questioned, chuckling. âwhat? canât show my wife any love?â kento asked, chucking to himself.
he just couldnât wait to get back home to you.
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as 4:30 ticked by, nanami started packing up all his papers, being oblivious to the people watching him in almost jealousy. jealous he was the one that got to go home to you.
âalright, everyone. see you tomorrow.â kento sends a slight grin in knowingness, a wave to signal his departure, and he walks out the building. kento rides down the elevator, saying goodbye to the lovely secretary, and hops into his aston martin, a sigh releasing from his pink lips. his phone pings with a signature sound heâs put for your notifications only. he opens his phone and his eyes widen.
itâs a photo of you in your and kentoâs floor length mirror. youâre only in a silky pink nightgown, almost a size too small, bent over, showing your black thong between your plush ass and pussy. your phone is set up using a tripod nanami bought some time ago. your message read,
âmissing you :(( hurry n get home!â
nanami started his car and sped home as fast as he could, his dick growing harder each minute that passes. he couldnât think straight, hoping youâd be prepared to take him as soon as he got home.
nanami pulled into the gravel driveway, hopping out his car and fumbling his keys to get the door open. he pants, his dick straining against his slacks in anticipation to be let free. you heard kento outside the door, hoisting your thong up a bit, having it drag against your clit, a cute black lacy bra to match. you lay on the bed on all fours, an arch in your back. once you hear the door open you grin to yourself, looking behind you at the door, a seductive smile on your face. nanami walks in, his hair askew and his tie loose against his once ironed white shirt.
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you watched with tears in your eyes as nanami pounded into you, laying atop of you with all of his weight, his top half being held up by this build arms. âslut.â nanami shoots a wicked grin to the camera propped up on the tripod, the monitor showing the flood of messages and donations the two of you are getting.
âtell them how much you love it.â nanami chuckles, pulling your head up by your curls. you could only let out strangled moans and whines, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âmy fucking godâŠyouâre so beautiful.â nanami whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe while paced grunts fall out his lips. âlook at the camera, love, l-look at yourselfâŠâ nanami asks you, well more like demand. he brings a hand to your chin, tilting your head to make you look at yourself through the monitor.
âsheâs b-beautiful, ainât she?â nanami sputters, his hips faltering. âlook at everyone complimenting you.â
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shiu81: donated: $150 make her moan my name!!
nanami perks up at this request, a chuckle falling from his lips. âawe, love, he wants you to moan his name..â nanami whispers in your ear, pressing his thumb into your back to keep your arch. âyou wanna?â nanami asks, taking his other hand to caress your ass. âm-mhm!â you stutter, grinning. âcmon, man says h-his names shiuâŠsay it fâhim, baby.â nanami says, still caressing your ass. at first you stay quiet, nervous for the request, but nanami encourages you, kissing along your neck. âf-fuck, shiu! right there!â you moan. throwing your head forward into the pillow in ecstasy. âone more time..iâm almost there..â nanami whimpers, his eyes rolling back. âmm! shiu, iâm cumming!â you practically scream, you and nanami cum together, moans harmonizing.
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you and nanami look at one another, panting and giggling from time to time. âthank you, ken.â you smile, rolling on top of him. âno, thank you, love. iâm so glad to have you.â nanami smiles.
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shitty ending sorry havenât done this in a while
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nobody understands how you did it.
how you managed to swept him off his feet, breaking the walls he had built pieces by pieces, how the fuck did you get him to be comfortable with you? to be open with you? and only with you.
ânever seen him this happy or loose in a long time, lass. whatâs your trick, eh?â the captain pulls a joke, making the rest of the team laugh. âi think I speak for everyone when i say, he never brings a girl out. let alone introducing her to us.â
that one is true. years of being friends with ghost, the captain nor his closest friend âsoapâ has ever seen him out on a date. they encouraged him though, since there have been so many women tried their ways to get close with the big guy, yet none of them succeed.
the masked men would often just shrug them off and give one hard cold answer. they would back away immediately
âguess i just have my waysâ is what you always say. even soap couldnât register how it happened. he couldnât figure it out himself, he knows the lad way longer than you do.
they donât believe you. because there is no way in hell that all you did was to bat your lashes, show him your adorable giggle and he was in. thereâs gotta be more to it.
so what is it about you that draws him close? what is it about you that makes ghostâs eyes light up each time you step into the room? what is it about you that makes ghostâs heart skip a beat every time he talks to you?
certainly not because how youâre so patient in getting to know with him, right? not because how you trace his scars ever so lightly and call them pretty every single time heâs doubtful about himself. not because how you console him with âIâve got you, babyâ each night a nightmare comes back to haunt him while rubbing his back soothingly. not because how you shower him with soft, gentle kisses to remind him that your love for him is bigger than anyone could have offered. not because how you understand why he canât say the three letter words to you, just yet. still, you stick around.
definitely not, right? thereâs no way. heâs simon ghost riley. no one or nothing could ever be good enough to make this man come out of his shell. itâs impossible, right? youâll need a miracle for that.
âlove?â you hear a voice calls, along with the sound of keys being tossed into a ceramic bowl. heavy boots thumping against the marble floor,
you step out of the kitchen. long hair tied up into a messy updo, clear frame glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. dressed in one of his favorite sleeping gown as your eyes locked with his brown ones. the balaclava still attached to mask his handsome face.
scarred lips stretch into a smile the moment his beautiful fiancé emerges from the kitchen.
he drops his bag onto the floor, pulling the mask off of him slowly. revealing his disheveled blond hair as he takes slow steps towards you.
âhi, babyâ your voice brings him home. no soul could ever take away from him. he longs for that angelic tone each time he gets deployed. three or six months without listening to you speak to him is just insanity.
heâd rather lose his hearing entirely than not having to hear you at all.
heâs quick to embrace you in his arms. your face hiding in the crook of his neck, inhaling that signature scent of his that you had missed, dearly.
âwhat are you making?â he mumbles into the crown of your hair, giving it a peck before pulling away slightly to take a good look at you. âit smells goodâ
âyour favoriteâ you kiss his chin, causing his cheeks to redden at the affection. âi even bought those lumpias down the 112th street. i know how much you love them. pretzels bites from the deli for snacks aaand, black pepper beef with rice for your dinner. sounds good?â
simon leans against the doorway as he watches you plate everything. rambling about everything. his smile widens even more at your domestic antics. the way you talk with your hands as you mention another annoying co-worker that keeps bugging you and the way you roll your eyes when a splash of gravy spill from the plate.
truly is a sight.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â your lips raise into a curious smile, finger moving a dark lock that sticks into your forehead,
he gives you a small shrug. gaze not leaving you neither does his smile.
âyouâre just so beautifulâ
something so simple yet it makes your stomach fills with butterflies.
you chew on your lower lip to prevent you from smiling too much, but a hint of blush is dusting your cheeks betrays you.
âcome, papi⊠donât want the food to get cold now, do we?â you change the subject while you nod your head towards the empty seat across. âeat with meâ
the two of you sit there while making a small talk. stealing glances every second. feeding each otherâs food. soft laughs fall upon both of your mouths when one make a terrible joke.
something youâd see when two people are in love. c
so yes, the answer to that question. it is possible. because you made it possible. you made it possible for him to love again. even if he had to start all over. you made it possible for him to be vulnerable. you gave him a purpose the moment he thought things were looking bad for him.
he found a solace within your existence.
only you made it possible to bring the simon in him.
vbecause you. are his home
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On Top
Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Plinth!Reader
Warnings - Smut, Penis in vagina sex, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Abortion is mentioned once, Angst with a happy ending. Not beta read :0
Authors Note - I think this is the first time Iâve written p in v sex so please bear with me.
Standing in front of the door to the Snow residence, you made sure you had everything. The basket you brought over for Coriolanus and his family was filled with food, gifts, and roses for Grandmaâam. You wanted to celebrate Coriolanusâs historic win in this year's Hunger Games. Well, Lucy Grey won, but she wouldnât have done without your Coriolanus.Â
Your knuckles tapped the door three times and you patently waited until the door opened to reveal Grandmaâamâs signature snow-white hair. She smiled at you and embraced you. She stepped aside and let you enter the home you had become so familiar with over the years.Â
âGrandmaâam, I wanted to bring this little gift for Coriolanusâs big win. The flowers are for you, by the way,â you winked and placed the basket on the table. âSpeaking of, where might he be.âÂ
Grandmaâam's eyes softened at your comment. âHeâs with the dean,â she said, âHe will be here any moment. You can wait for him in his room if youâd like.â Grandmaâam rushed over to examine a particularly pretty white rose.Â
You sat on Coriolanusâs bed tracing hearts on his pillow for what seemed like hours before his door opened. He looked frantic as if someone found out something they werenât supposed to find.
âCome on, Coryo, youâre supposed to be smiling. Lucy Grey won. Arenât you happy?âÂ
âI cheated,â he sighed.Â
Your heart stopped. He what? Never in a million years did you think that he would do such a thing. With strong women like Tigris and Grandmaâam raising him, you would have thought that he had the decency to break up with a woman before he did that.
Coriolanus shook his head as soon as he realized that you might have been taking his comment in the wrong way. âI cheated in the games. Not on you. I would never do that.âÂ
Your body relaxed and then it shot back up again. âWait, what do you mean you cheated in the games? Is that even possible?â
Coriolanus explained what he did in order to get Lucy Grey to win. The compact mirror that used to belong to his mother had been packed with rat poison, poisonous to anyone who came in contact with it. He also put his father's handkerchief which was covered in Lucy Grey's scent in the snake's cage. If the snakes were familiar with her scent then they wouldnât kill her. So it wasnât her singing that saved her, it was Coriolanus.Â
âWhat are they going to do to you?â Your eyebrows scrunched together with worry. You couldnât lose Coriolanus for his stupid, yet chivalrous actions.Â
âI donât know yet. I donât want to think about the future. Right now, I want to live in the moment with the prettiest girl in all of Panem.â Coriolanus smiled at how your face heated up so quickly, but deep down he was hurting. He knew what his punishment was. Twenty years of service as a peacekeeper in the Districts. He would leave the Capital and everything heâs known since he was a baby. That he could deal with, but losing you would be the hardest thing he would have to deal with.Â
He knew that you would run to your father and beg him to get Coriolanus out of serving, but he didnât want you over-exhausting your father's resources. He was a big boy and he needed to learn how to deal with his consequences. He would be fine. After all, Snow lands on top. Â
He wanted to live in this moment with you. He wanted to memorize every inch of your body. He wanted to hold onto that memory and make it last.Â
Your smile calmed him. âCan I kiss you?â he asked, eyes focused on your lips.
You nodded your head and smiled into the kiss. It was soft and sensual, vastly different from the kisses that the two of you usually share. Your lips brushed together as your bodies got closer to each other. By the time the two of you broke apart, you were under him, his forearms caging you underneath him. There was no need for him to do that. This is where you wanted to be, with Coriolanus. The toxic and tyrannical world that you lived in was long forgotten as she swooped in for another kiss.Â
His lips traveled down to your cheek, then your jaw, and settled on your neck. He spent the majority of his time kissing and nibbling at the skin on your neck. There would be pretty little marks on your skin later, reminding people that you belonged to him. Coriolanus doesnât remember when he got this territorial, but he sure loved the fact that Strabo Plinthâs beautiful daughter was his girlfriend. His girlfriend to mark and fuck and love whenever he wanted (with your consent of course.)Â
You laughed as Coriolanus licked the sensitive patches of skin that he nibbled raw. âMy parents are going to kill me when they see what youâve done.âÂ
Coriolanus kissed your lips one more time in response to your comment. He then resumed his exploration of your body. His hands traveled down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to reveal the bra that he unclasped in less than five seconds. He threw it on the floor of his bedroom, letting it get hooked onto the pile of books in the corner.Â
Coriolanus kissed in between the valley of your breasts. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive nipples. It was cold in the Capital of Panem and unfortunately, the Snowâs didnât have indoor heating. Maybe it was because they didnât want to melt.Â
You sighed in pleasure as Coriolanus continued to explore your breasts. After five minutes of teasing, he began to travel south to the part where you needed him the most. He hooked his fingers into the belt loops of your pants, âmay I?âÂ
You nodded, âEver the gentleman.â
With your permission, he ripped your pants off of you and threw them on the floor. They were lost in the pile of clothing that had gathered on the floor. Coriolanus had shed some of his clothing as well. His ripped body was adorned in nothing but his white underwear.Â
Coriolanus spread your legs apart, âLook at how wet my girl is.â He traced a finger down the cotton of your underwear and slowly slid it up your legs. He wanted to drag this on as much as possible. You let out a grumble of frustration, getting tired of his constant teasing. Coriolanus gave in and got rid of your underwear.Â
The same finger that was used to skim the fabric of your underwear was now being used to gather your slick and spread it across your sensitive pussy. You took a deep breath of air into your lungs. The feeling was new, but not unwelcomed. Coriolanus flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. Your clit was pulsing with need. You needed Coriolanus to drop the act and eat you out like he was a starving man.
âCoriol-â Your word was cut off by a moan as his mouth did exactly what you wanted it to do. Coriolanus delved into your pussy, tracing shapes onto your clit with his tongue. Your back arched off of the bed again. Coriolanusâs fingers teased your hole, trying to find the perfect time to ease into your channel.Â
Coriolanusâs fingers werenât thick, but they were long making it easier for him to tease your G-spot. He fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked your clit. You had to bite your lip in order to keep quiet. Your lips were sure to be chewed raw after this, but they would serve as a reminder that you had a man who was willing to do this for you. Many high-society women told stories about their husbands not pleasuring them when they had sex. It sounded like a horrible life to lead, but they were rich and beautiful so they needed to sacrifice something.Â
Coriolanus curled his fingers up, letting them knock against your G-spot. He continued to kiss and lick at your clit. You were close. By the way you were clenching down on his fingers, he could tell that the waterworks were coming. Your naked chest rose and fell as you played with your nipples, increasing the pleasure that you felt. Your head fell even deeper into the pillow as a chill ran down your body. That chill eventually led to where Coriolanus was currently still working. He ate your pussy like a starved man, just the way you liked it.Â
Without warning, your juices painted Coriolanusâs face. He wasnât surprised that you came so fast. The last time you had sex was two months ago. You were burning for him and he was burning for you.Â
Coriolanus wiped his face with the back of his hand and laughed. That was the first time he had actually made you squirt. It had always been a personal goal of his after Tirgis explained to Coriolanus how a woman's body works. At first, he was traumatized. He didnât want to have the sex talk with his dear cousin, but when he laid eyes on you for the time, he wanted to do everything Tigris said and more.Â
His cock was hard. You could see the outline of it through his white underwear. You would tease him about his tighty whities later. Right now, you were laser-focused on the fact that Coriolanus hooked his thumbs under his waistband and lowered them, exposing his cock to the cold air. His hard cock slapped against his lower stomach. He jerked his cock off, spreading his precum all over his length. He wanted to make sure that it went in as smoothly as possible. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.Â
He lined himself up at your core. He slid his tip up and down your pussy, gathering your slick with his dick before he pushed into you. Your insides welcomed him with little to no problem. The stretch felt good. You were all slicked up and ready for him.
Contraceptives werenât a problem for you. Coriolanus was always careful and made sure to come somewhere that wasnât your vagina. You didnât want to have a kid just yet. First, you wanted to study at the University and travel back to District Two if you were given the chance. Then you wanted to get married. Pereferabbly to Coriolanus, but you didnât know if that was possible yet. With his fate still undecided, your plans to marry the love of your life dwindled. Besides, even if you were to get pregnant your father would have enough money to get you an abortion
Coriolanusâs head fell forward as he buried his cock in your tight pussy. Two months and he had forgotten how good you felt. Your insides fluttered around him as he bottomed out.Â
Coriolanus began to thrust his cock in and out of you. He was methodical with everything he did. Coriolanus set a rhythm as he fucked into you. He fucked you hard and fast. The side of his bed slapped against the wall and his mattress cracked and groaned as he fucked into you. You prayed to the heavens that Grandmaâam and Tigris were in a deep sleep. Or that the walls of the Snow residence were thicker than Coriolanusâs cock.Â
Coriolanus peppered your mouth with kisses in order to muffle your moans. He kept his pace as he did this. Your breasts jiggled as he fucked into you. Your hands found their way down to your extra-sensitive clit. You circled it with your fingers and moaned in pleasure at the feeling.Â
His balls slapped against your ass as his strokes became more deep and labored. He was going to come soon. He needed to come soon. He couldnât hold on much longer. Two months with no sex had gotten to him. âFuck,â he said under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. âWhere do you want it?â He asked, his voice was strained from trying to keep his composure.Â
âInside me,â you said. You were close too, the feeling of your finger frantically rubbing your clit and the feeling of Coriolanus's cock buried deep inside of you spurred your orgasm to come out from the woodwork. Â
You have come a second time, your pussy fluttering and squeezing Coriolanus cock that was still inside of you. A string of curses fell from Coriolanusâs lips as he came inside of you. His pulsing and throbbing cock pushed his come deep inside of you as he continued to fuck you as he came. His thrusts were slow but intentional. He would have lasted a few more seconds, but with the way that your pussy squeezed his sensitive cock, he came instantly.Â
Coriolanus slowly eased his cock out of you. The both of you were breathing heavily as Coriolanus went to grab a towel from his closet. He eased your legs open one more time as he cleaned you up. He was slow and gentle with it. He knew that you were still sensitive after two orgasms.
His come eased out of you and onto the towel. The sight almost caused him to get hard, but he didnât feel like tiring you out even more.Â
Once he was done cleaning you up, he tucked you into his chest and covered the two of you with the blankets on his bed. He kissed your forehead and your cheek. Coriolanusâs love language was kissing. He loved kissing you. He loved doing anything with you, but kissing was his favorite.Â
Your eyes closed, but you werenât falling asleep. Not yet. Sex might have been a clever distraction, but now that you were coming off your high you needed to know what will happen to the future of your relationship.Â
âCoryo, what is going to happen to you? I know that you know what your punishment is. I'm not stupid.âÂ
Coriolanus sighed as he tried to keep his voice from waving. He rarely cried, but in moments like these, he did. Just you and him shielded away from the rest of the Capital were his favorite. âTwenty years as a peacekeeper.âÂ
You let out a shuddering breath as you tried not to cry. Your body ran cold as you repeated those words in your mind. Twenty years as a peacekeeper. Twenty years without your Coriolanus. Your Coryo.Â
âMy dad can-âÂ
âNo,â Coriolanus said. âI donât want your dad to get me out of this one. I need to learn how to do things on my own.â
âWhat if I had a crazy elaborate plan to get you out of it?â
âNothing could be crazier than this.â Coriolanus got this crazy idea. It has been sitting in the back of his mind ever since you agreed to be his girlfriend. âMarry me?âÂ
This isnât how he wanted to propose to you. He had already gotten your father's approval months ago. You were perfect for him and you deserve a perfect proposal. He wanted to take you to a fancy restaurant, get down on one knee, and ask you that way. Traditional and expected of Capital people, but things never go as planned when youâre a Snow.Â
âSeriously?â You were in disbelief. Of course, you wanted to marry him, but this all seemed a bit rushed. âI mean, yes, Iâll marry you, but Coryo. Youâre about to leave.â Then, your brilliant mind comes up with the perfect plan.Â
Youâll marry Coriolanus, making him one of the heirs to the Plinth fortune. Thus making him more valuable to the Capital. This way you get to marry the love of your life and keep him within arms reach. Were you being possessive? Maybe, but it was better than the dean having to deal with an angry Plinth.Â
And your plan worked. You and Coriolanus got married a week after he proposed to you. It was a bit rushed, but the two of you were ready. He was going to be a loving husband, and you, a loving wife. Coriolanusâs punishment would be reduced to two months of training in District Two. He would then return to the Capital as a peacekeeper. He would keep the peace during the day and return to you at night.Â
Turns out Snow does land on top.
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Time to study up on straight people sex!
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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT BY @out-of-jams
ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPING A MAFIA BOSS
In Tucker's defense, he thought he was doing someone a favor. A life saving favor, in fact.
"What the fuck-!â The red helmeted guy yelped as a deceptively strong Tucker yanked him onto the bike and sped away. Before Tucker could explain, the GIW agents behind them got in a lucky shot and hit the helmeted liminal with a strong blast to the head.
Clearly, his gear wasnât equipped with anti-ecto protections, because the guy slumped over on Tuckerâs arms. This was bad, because Tucker now had to maneuver about 230 pounds of Gotham muscle while speeding away from government agents. He flicked on the jammer so they couldnât track his and red helmetsâs ecto signature.
âSTOP!â
âAh, shit.â Tucker cursed as he somehow managed to gather up red-helmetâs body and stabilize the bike. âCâmon, Tuck, you can do this.â
Blasts of anti-ecto tech slammed into buildings around him. Luckily, Gotham was used to this kind of shit so people just moved out of the way before going back to their day. Tucker wove around traffic, trying to lure the agents into slamming face first into some signposts.
âStop damaging the local infrastructure!â Tucker yelled back at them, speeding up.
âWELL REIMBURSE THE PEOPLE AND THE CITY LATER! TELL US WHERE PHANTOM IS!!â
âOver my dead body, you jerks!â Tucker took a sharp right, catching red helmet before the man could slip off. He sped up and took the ramp downwards, heart beating loudly in his ears as he strained his senses to figure out- ah, they took the ramp upwards. Good. Now, all he has to do is bring red helmet back to home base.
âOh my god. I kidnapped him,â Tucker groaned, slapping at his face before quickly placing his hands back on the handle bar once the bike teetered over with red helmetâs weight. âIâm a criminal. Oh my god.â
Then, as he found his way back, ââŠWell, itâs not like I wasnât a criminal before, with the whole resisting arrest thing.â
ââ
Tucker dumped the red helmet liminal onto the couch of their shared apartment and went to take a shower. When he got out ten minutes later, he found Danny and Sam staring at the helmet guy. Tucker pushed up his glasses (after letting them defog from the shower) and greeted them.
âHey, guys! I found him while I was running away from Agent L and J.â
âYou okay?â Danny asked, eyes immediately flicking over Tucker for injuries.
âYeah, Iâm good. Theyâre horrible shots.â
âI thought Danny was the one who brought home strays but youâŠ?â Sam commented, arms crossed and a purple painted nail tapping at her arm. âWait. Isnât this⊠that crime lord? What was his name?â
âRed Hood?â Danny offered, turning back to look at the guy on their couch.
Tucker paled. âOh, no.â
Guns? Check.
Red Helmet? Check.
Bat-Symbol? Check.
Shit.
They collectively stared at the guy in silence.
ââŠTucker,â Sam slowly said. âDid you accidentally kidnap a crime lord?â
âHey, I didnât want him to get killed! Heâs liminal! Even more than us, except for Danny.â Tucker grumbled. âMan, this is why I leave the hero-ing to Danny. I do one good thing and suddenly I have a crime lord on my couch.â
âMy couch,â Sam corrected, as she was the one that furnished their apartment.
âWhat do we do now?â
âEat dinner,â Tucker said. âIâm famished.â
Sam nodded. âWait for him to wake up and hope he doesnât shoot us the moment he wakes up. Then, we explain.â
Danny grabbed all the visible guns he could see. Tucker went to start dinner. Sam supervised, because her boys were idiots and now she had a crime lord in her apartment.
ââ
Jason groaned, head swimming in a sea of dull throbbing pain as his eyes fluttered open.
Then he remembered he was abducted, and bolted up right. He paused as a series of quick observations made its way to his consciousness.
One. Heâs not tied up. Weird, because everyone knows that heâs a weapon even without his weapons.
Two. His weapons were right there, just in reach.
Three. He was surrounded by teenagers and/or young adults who were all scrolling along on their phones.
âOh, hey, heâs awake! Hi!â The Wayne bait said, electric blue eyes fixing itself on Jason. âWere you aware you died?â
Jason went rigid, hundreds of way to-
âDanny!â A scolding tone cut of Jasonâs immediate panic. Two couch pillows slammed into Dannyâs face, courtesy of goth girl and nerdy but strong.
âDude, why do you start with that? Why are you like this?â His⊠possible kidnapper? asked, exasperatedly flinging his hands into the air as he rolled his eyes.
Goth girl scowled. âBoys. Crime lord, couch, remember?â
âHey, in my defense, I died too!â
And that- as Jason remained dumbfounded in this circle of tomfoolery- was what snapped Jason out of his daze.
âYou what?â He rasped out.
And when he saw them open their mouths at the same time, Jason just knew his headache was going worse.
ââ
Tucker, effortlessly plucking the actual red hood from the streets: and I whoop-
Jason, whose type is strong, nerdy, and tall: *heart eyes* *but not really because heâs unconscious*
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Sam: âthis is my boyfriend Danny and our other boyfriend Tucker.â
Jason enters chat:
Sam: âthis is my boyfriend Danny and our other boyfriend Tucker and his boyfriend, the Red Hood.â
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#writing prompt#DCxDP#Sam Mason#dpxdc#Danny Phantom#Tucker Foley#they share an apartment#so basically theyâve got the swankiest living space ever#bc Gotham rent is cheap#are they platonically or romantically living together?#no one knows#I sure as hell donât either
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⊠CANâT GIVE IT TO ME
âyour best friend has always been the person you turn to when times are tough. so when your shitty husband refuses to give you a baby, what else are you supposed to do?â
cw: infidelity, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, pussy eating, squirting
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It was never a surprise when you made a stupid decision.
Sometimes, people thought you were purposely being an airhead, not paying attention, or being reckless in your life because Satoru was always there to fix things for you. It didn't stop him from letting you know his thoughts on your actions, but he was always there when you called.
When you married your husband, Satoru told you he didn't like him. Didn't think you married for a good reason, either.
Did you love your husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But you liked the freedom he gave youâcredit cards and a house to yourself most daysâwhile he was constantly away on business trips. You could spend your days spoiling your girlfriends on a shopping spree and your nights in expensive clubs.
You don't know when you began feeling lonely and bored, though. But one day, you started noticing mothers with their kids. playing in the park, shopping at the grocery store, and taking photos on vacation, and you began to think that maybe you wanted something else in life besides waking up hungover to an empty bed.
So when your husband got home that evening, tired and immediately pouring himself a drink, you proposed the idea. The look he gave you said it all, but he still told you no. He was a busy man; he didn't have time for a family, and you should know that.
It's not like he ever fucked you anyway; for most of your marriage, your orgasms and libido were taken care of by vibrators, dildos, and your best friend.
Which is why when your husband left the next day, you called over Satoru.
He never had to try to look good, showing up with a plain shirt, sweatpants, and those signature glasses. You, on the other hand, changed three times before he arrived, not being able to decide which outfit was going to help you get what you wanted. The formal dress was too much for daytime, the skirt was a bit too juvenile, and eventually you just decided on shorts and a tank top, loungewear that to anyone else would look like you were just having a day in, but the way the short fabric loosely covered your ass told a different story.
Satoru accepted the glass of red wine you offered when he walked in the door and took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his legs casually as he took a sip.
"I want a baby." You told him straight up.
Satoru smiled as he looked at you over his glasses and said, "Nice. Congrats."
"With you," you clarified. He raised an eyebrow.
"Seems like something you should ask your husband," he said, nimble fingers playing with the neck of his wine. "I'm just here for the drinks."
You pouted, taking a seat in the chair beside him.
"Please, 'Toru?" you asked.
His eyes drifted down to your fingers as they trailed lightly over his thigh, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.
"And why would I help you?" He smiled lazily.
You got up and straddled his lap, setting down his glass of wine in favour of moving his arms around your body.
"You've helped me before." You whisper, and he nods casually, as if that was a good point.
You couldn't count the number of times Satoru let you use his fingers or sit on his face when you were needy. Or how many times you repaid him with your lips around his dick or riding his thigh. But no matter how many times he made you cum, he never gave in to your pleas to stretch your pussy on his thick cock. He refused to, as long as you were married. Was it right? Probably not, but Satoru had his rules.
And you've never minded the mind-numbing pleasure he would give you with his hands and mouth until now. Because now, what you wanted required something else of his that was previously off limits.
"I've helped you a lot of times, sweetheart." He sighed in defeat. "And you always ask for more."
You were confused, not understanding the meaning of his words until his fingers slid between your legs. With a soft gasp, you instinctively start grinding yourself onto his palm, forgetting what he was saying.
"I'm at your beck and call when you need my fingers or tongue," he said, letting you continue your ministrations. "And now you're asking me to fill your cunt and expect me to be okay with our kid calling your husband 'dad'?"
With a harsh press to your clit, you freeze, and a small whine escapes from your lips.
"You think that's fair, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you with contempt.
But instead of answering, you try to move your hips against his hand again for friction, only to get a harsh pinch to your thigh.
You yelped, but answered him. "No, it's not."
He seemed happy with your response and said, "What's in it for me?"
You furrowed your brows. In all the years you've known Satoru, he had never asked for anything in return; he always gives, gives, gives. There honestly wasn't any answer you could come up with. But when his long fingers started circling your heat again, making you melt, you asked.
"What do you want, 'Toru?"
He grinned at how easy you were and let you rest your head on his shoulder in response to his fingers. "Say you'll leave your husband, and I'll fill you up as much as you want."
You whined in response, but with your body rocking against his, breathing in his cologne, and hearing his husky voice in your ears, it didn't seem like a bad idea. So you nodded, light gasps dusting over his neck as you breathed out, "Okay."
Satoru's strong hands then left your pussy, but you didn't have a chance to complain when he grabbed the back of your thighs and stood up. When your head leaned back to look at him, you saw a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Good girl." His voice was low as he said, "Let's make you a mommy."
With that, he dropped you onto the table, the wine glasses shaking beside you as a result. Satoru dropped to his knees between your spread legs and reached for your shorts. Already wet with your slick, they stuck to your heat slightly as he slid them off, and you hissed at the feeling of the cool kitchen air against your pussy.
His breath grazed your thigh as he licked a harsh strip up your slit. Your body trembled as his tongue traced its way up, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire being. The dangerous look in his eyes intensified, fueling your desire for him. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself fully to his skilled touch. As his tongue continued its tantalizing journey, your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. The intensity of him led you to grasp at his soft silver hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but he smacked your hand away.
"You're gonna feel everything I give you." His sunglasses were discarded, so you saw every emotion in his darkened eyes. "And you're gonna take it."
After you nodded quickly, Satoru wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking your cunt against his tongue as he devoured you. His careful mouth probed every inch of your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The way he smoothly flicked and sucked on your clit had you on the edge of ecstasy, unable to control the moans that escaped your lips. As his tongue delved deeper, you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing yourself in the intoxicating bliss he was giving you.
In an attempt to warn him, you could only stutter out an, "g-g'nna."
But Satoru seemed to understand as his lips attached themselves to your bud, and one of his arms freed your legs so he could thrust his fingers inside your sloppy cunt. The combination of his skilled tongue and the added penetration sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust of his fingers matched the rhythm of his tongue, intensifying the pleasure and pushing you closer to the edge. As you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the mind-blowing sensations he was delivering. You briefly understood your legs spamming as you painted Satoru's mouth with your cum.
It took a moment for you to calm down, your eyes opening to look at the ceiling as you realized your back was on the table. Unable to remember when you had laid down, let alone move your body on your own, Satoru pulled you to stand on your jelly legs.
His eyes held your gaze as he wiped his face and licked his lips clear of your cum. Before you could say anything, he gripped your hips, his wet hands sending shivers up your hot skin as he turned you around and pushed your stomach onto the table.
You looked over your shoulder at your best friend; his head was tilted back, eyes closed as he hissed in pleasure, the hand covered in your slick stroking his hard cock. The reminder of the fact that his dick was finally going to be inside you made you whine and wiggle your hips to gain his attention again.
Satoru looked down at you with a smile.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm right here." He lined himself up with your hole. "I'll fuck a baby into you," he whispered before slowly pushing himself inside you.
The sensation of him filling you up sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and bend your back in response.
"T-'Toru..." You drawled, unable to think of anything else, as he stretched you open.
"That's it, baby, remember who's gonna breed this cunt for you." He hissed.
Your mind became consumed with the overwhelming pleasure as Satoru continued to thrust deeper into you. Every movement he made intensified the sensations, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The sounds of his grunts harmonizing with skin slapping against skin filled the room, adding to the urgency of the experience.
Your eyes locked on one of the wine glasses beside you. The table rocking with Satoru's harsh thrusts caused the silverware to fall over, staining the beautiful tablecloth beneath your face. You don't know why, but the physical reminder of how hard Satoru was going inside you made you moan. The combination of the sensory overload and the unexpected disruption heightened the raw passion between you and Satoru. As your moans echoed in the room, you realized that every element of this encounter was pushing you both towards an adrenaline-filled climax.
"Sa-Satoruâplease!" You babbled incoherently as he slapped against you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips.
"Fuck!" He groaned. "You're gonna look so hot pregnant with my baby."
Your pleas only fueled Satoru's desire, intensifying his thrusts as he whispered dirty promises about knocking you up in your ear. The intense connection between you both grew, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each moment, it became clear that this intimate encounter would forever be etched in not only your memory but also your life. And it turned you on so much more.
"You gonna great your husband today with your pussy filled with my cum?" You whined at his dirty talk. "S'it gonna drip down your legs when you tell him it's over?"
You don't know why, but the reminder of the fact that Satoru wasn't your husband was what did it for you. You came to the realization that it wasn't your husband fucking a baby into you, but your best friend. This forbidden affair intensified the pleasure and excitement coursing through your veins, causing you to clench impossibly tighter around Satoru's cock.
He groaned loudly at that, folding his body over yours as he reached his own orgasm.
"You're all mine now, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear as his cum shot into your cunt, filling you up better than you could've hoped for. The intensity of the moment left you breathless as you lay there, sweat clinging to your forehead as the scent of wine and sex filled your senses. You whimpered pathetically when Satoru slipped out of you and crouched down to watch the globs of his cum drip out of your pussy with each clench around nothing. Your trembling legs couldn't stop him when he scooped up the slick and pushed it back into you with a dissatisfied hum.
"Don't think it stuck, sweetheart." He sighed. "Might need to fill you again."
#kleftikoâs kinktober#jjk x reader#jjk smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#jjk x you#jjk imagines#jjk gojo#jjk x y/n#gojo x y/n#gojou satoru x reader
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