#hes a weirdo………and it’s hot………

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Yesssss, good takes~ The OT trio have their own quirks that were developed more in the old EU (See Luke's hot chocolate addiction lol) but the PT trio are just little weirdos right out of the bag:

Padme's a freak who loves her pathetic little goth-jock chosen one.

Obi-Wan would be a good teacher to Literally anyone but Anakin, but he's his first student right out of the trails after his hippie anti-authoritarian master beefed it and left him a messed up kid to train. plus Obi-Wan has the weird 'Clone-discrimination' thing going for him amongst other personal issues that toootally dont imprint on "I need a father-figure" AOTC Anakin; literally not the choice to try to steer this kid, almost any master may have had better success lmao

And Anakin's just Anakin.

listen. padme amidala is a freak, okay. ever since aotc i’ve had to listen to bullshit arguments about how awful the prequel romance is, how anakin’s a red flag, blah blah blah. that’s a smooth brain take. first of all, of course he’s a red flag. that’s the point. you think padme doesn’t know anakin is ten pounds of mommy issues in a five pound bag? you think she looked at soggy weeping anakin begging her to love him and didn’t immediately think “yes i definitely will peg him” ?? you think just because she’s a queen turned senator that she isn’t just as horny and feral as he is? anakin wasn’t even pushy about it. he was just “oh btw i’ve been obsessed with you for a decade and live in a perpetual state of emotional agony but thats okay whatever you want is fine with me haha” and padme goes “yea okay i’m into that.” two minutes after he’s assigned to be her bodyguard she gives an obligatory little “i have a bad feeling about this” and then just fucking marries him. this is a woman who wore white to a blood bath. come on.

[takes1]

Kuroo x Middle Blocker Reader? They’re both in Nekoma and their teams somehow someway play against each other in a training camp. The match was basically reader vs Kuroo whenever they were both in play, the tension is particularly heated in not a sportsmanship-banter way, some phrases are thrown back and forth; “keep your form steady pretty girl.” He’d whisper after they both land on their feet which leaves her to scold him for ‘seemingly’ nothing since only she heard it. After the match he’d tap back into an actual boyfriend and help her tape her fingers which were injured from blocking him.

(btw i read ur Matsukawa writing and got HOOKED 😋)

kuroo teasing tall!reader during a match

hey! thanks for the req, this was fun! featuring my fav headcanon: kuroo can throw his voice rlly well, which is why nobody on the team realized it was him whistling

warnings. none? minors still DNI

details. fem!reader / fluffy-esque fic / middle blocker!reader / flirty!kuroo / kuroo loves to tease / kuroo loves blockers / tall!reader / secretly sweet!kuroo / questionable intentions / hand thirst / hand holding / training camp setting / coach nekomata for the girls / 2k words

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"Yo. 11."

A voice prodded your attention from the other side of the net. When you looked from your dispersing huddle to look at the guys' team, you realized it was the weirdo whose 'delayed spike' you clocked.

"You on scholarship?"

You turned your nose up at him. Something about his face pissed you off. The way he asked, with that unnecessary smirk and wandering eyes, made it feel like he wasn't really curious.

The answer was yes, but that wasn't his business.

With such an intelligent face, he would probably be able to use that information to win this stupid practice game. Your team's blockers were stronger. Both Nekoma teams were comparable on defense, so it was a game that could stand to be won with effective shutdowns.

You scowled and rolled your eyes.

"Why? You need some money?"

More than enough to express that you weren't interested in mind games.

This training camp was not your cup of tea. It made you irritable with every team you had to keep playing, the later the day went on, and the higher the sun rose in the sky.

The game now was the last of the day, and a spur-of-the-moment decision, at that. Most other schools called it early to get some rest before the last day of matches, but Nekoma was still steaming up the westmost gym, grinding away.

Your only saving grace was the frequency that you were switched out with your libero. Every second off the court was heaven to your aching legs, your clicky wrists, and sore fingers.

The assumption that the harassment would end just because you were subbed out became a distant dream.

He was also getting subbed with their libero. He stood ten feet away and didn't cross the court line.

"Psst."

You stared forward at the game, arms crossed. It hurt your fingers, just a little, so you winced and adjusted your hands so you could rest your arms more comfortably.

He shouted, "Elevennn."

It was so silly, his tactic of trying to break your focus, that you struggled to keep a chuckle down. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell louder, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to not smile.

"If you need someone to tape you up, give me a shout, okay?"

You finally glanced at him. It was a sweet offer, especially because you were shit at taping and didn't trust the other girls to not break your fingers.

Still, he seemed like the kind of guy to flirt with every girl he thought was hot enough. He was too pretty. Too friendly.

Your speculative attitude towards him ended up as a blessing in disguise. Every play that lined you up with him was technical and difficult-- you weren't sure if it was your perception, his angle of changing to accommodate your read blocks, or if he was still trying to get in your head.

#1 acknowledged you after every play.

It ranged from stare-downs, to somewhat-predictable snarky comments, to genuinely inappropriate flirting.

"Form breakin' down, baby? You tired?"

Was he messing with you? Or was he actually interested?

"Don't talk to me."

What should have been a discouraged frown was -to your chagrin- a shit-eating smirk. This version of 'breaking the other team's blockers' felt too targeted. You could practically feel the burn of his stare through the net, through your jersey, through the odds.

"What's with 1?" You quizzed your team captain, with almost no time off of the court, and took down a quick swallow of water, "Is- he always so fucked in the head?"

"Kuroo?"

She cackled. Cackled so hard, in fact, and you didn't even need her answer, but she gave it anyway in a dismissive sigh.

"Ohh, yeah."

The primary rationale you held going into the last set was that, maybe if you could take the feeling of being special out of your mix of emotions, it would callous your attitude towards him.

Your serve wasn't the strongest on your team. It was certainly the weakest in your inventory of skills, so this hope was the only one you had, up to start the first play.

An insecurity, very small, but nagging like a fly in the back of your head, was that he might try to heckle while the spotlight was already beaming down on you. Your routine wasn't compromised for the first 10 seconds. Being left alone was starting to become a reality.

Your hand flew to make contact with the ball. You could feel it was a good one.

A strong, intelligently-timed, wolf-whistle made you flinch at the last second and hit the ball at an angle. It flew to left, just out of bounds at the back of the opposite court.

You weren't the only one pissed off at that. Many girls on your team shouted to your defense, but nobody stepped up to confess, nor apologize. Coach Nekomata wore a deep-set expression of displeasure but said nothing.

You knew exactly who it was. He was in the back row, but a huge presence, nonetheless.

"Lock it up, guys! Keep it professional!"

Kuroo clapped, feigning a pretty convincing concern at his impolite team.

It was like a humiliation ritual having to serve again. Your hesitation, the breath you took to gather yourself, must have looked just as sad as it felt, because the encouragement from your team rang more as pity, than anything.

You didn't try to do any tricks. You just barely bumped it into play and stepped to the back, thankful for something simple.

The rest of the volley was just as hard-fought. The ball refused touch the ground for so long that both sides were secretly hoping somebody, anybody, on either team, would just fuck up, already.

The guys' team took a free ball well and set up a strong attack.

Kuroo was open- you were so tired that you read him, only him, and got lucky when the set flew to his hand when you were in a good spot for a 1-1 block.

His swing, the ball hitting the floor, the deafening slam, the end of your jump in a clumsy landing was all so fast that you didn't fully register any one part before the next was starting. You slipped, hit the ground, and landed on your side briefly.

You scrambled up, a habit. Head swinging around where it landed, you were trying to see who caught it-- but your teammates were cheering, and nobody looked ready to receive.

The whistle blew. Your team won the set.

"Nice one!!"

"Let's fucking go!!"

"Ughhh-hhh," You collapsed onto the floor and left it up to your team to peel you up.

The guys not only needed to do their losing lap of diving drills, but thanks to that stunt Kuroo decided to pull, Coach Nekomata made it three laps.

Your captain informed you that he was going to have them do just one extra if the guilty confessed, but 'whoever it was' decided to keep it to himself and earned another. You figured Kuroo might take that one to the grave.

Your team's comments were well-timed as the guys squeaked and slid and grunted past you.

"Serves them right."

"Filthy animals."

All of them were soaked in sweat and, despite how comical it was, you felt like the penalty was excessive. Group punishment, in cases like these, was mostly just sad to watch.

After your team finished their cooldowns and began filing out to head to the lodge, you remained to speak to the athletic trainer about the throbbing in your hands.

"Mm. Looks like a sprain, thankfully."

The word sprain scared you, but you tried to not let it show.

"But-- you should keep pressure off of it. Try to keep it still and tape, if you can."

It was automatic, thinking back to Kuroo's little invitation.

Their team stayed to clean up, and you glanced over to Kuroo helping sweep. They all looked so bummed and tired. There was no way in hell he had been honest, even then; and now, after that much extra work, you were certain that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Now that the sun was setting, stepping outside was less egregious to the senses. No more blinding white light, no piercing heat. Just the mellow buzz of cicadas and a fresh summer scent.

You got to leave your stress at the door. In your doing so, the question lingered: Why did it matter so much what he thought of you? Why did you want to know the truth so bad?

"Hey-!" Kuroo's voice was at first so rushed that he startled you. He self-corrected to a shell of his smooth, sweet-talking type of tone: "Hey,"

Your giggle underneath your palm made him blush. He was incredibly uncool if he wasn't trying.

You mocked him: "Hey."

The way he grinned, and how he hung, a little embarrassed, on the entrance to the gym was sweet.

"I'm sorry about messing with you so much, especially- uh,"

He was struggling to articulate, so you quickly eased the situation. He had paid enough for his irritating habits.

You shifted your weight and crossed your arms again with a shrug, "It's fine! You were just trying to get to me. It's a good tactic, I'm used to it."

Once again, it was not a sustainable way to hold yourself- you winced at the pain in your fingers and shook your wrists out once more.

Kuroo wore the first genuine face of concern you had yet to see on him. It made you regret the mistake to cross your arms.

He jerked a thumb back inside, "I saw you talking to the trainer. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah--,"

"Do you-," He smiled, once again, much sweeter than before, when he realized he was repeating himself, "-Need me to tape you up?"

Your, "Um," was loaded with indecision.

The painful and arduous process of having to sit through your teammates taping you down was a brief and agonizing flash before your eyes.

He was in the middle of telling you to not feel pressured to say yes, when you nodded.

"Yeah, let's do it."

After he left for a moment to grab the roll of tape from his bag, you sat on the elevated platform that made up the doorway to the gym. He settled next to you with a tired groan.

"Ooh-kay, let's seee-,"

His concentration on your hand was precise, and studied, with very clear intention to not hurt you.

You shifted closer.

He would use his teeth to pull the tape taut, one hand always busy, gently supporting yours. You watched his face. He watched your shaky fingers.

His eyelashes were long and dark. It made him look more pretty -instead of handsome- from this distance. That messy 'bedhead' hair was slicked back with sweat, aside from some rebellious strays at his hairline. He smelled like work, with a very recent, last-minute spray of deodorant.

Between these longer inspections of his features, you would glance to the growing shadows outside as the sun sank lower in the sky. He looked so lovely in the warm, fleeting, orange glow.

As he turned your hand over, you realized you had been wrong in your assumptions about his personal character. Kuroo was a sweetheart.

He was also really good at taping hands. He finished with your first hand and was halfway through the second, pace quicker, because this closer one was resting in his lap, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Long, nimble fingers were finishing up. You looked down and grew hot and tingly at the sight of your hand in his lap.

"That feel okay?" He asked softly.

You nodded and gave an instant 'yes' before you even checked.

"Did'ya see what I did?"

Your blush grew out of embarrassment. You lied, poorly, "Um- yeah."

Kuroo laughed. You realized you needed to take your hand back, so you held them out in front of your face and wiggled to check the support. It did feel okay.

"Well, before your next game, try to do it like that," He reached out to pinch your knuckles between his fingertips, and brought your somewhat-connected hands back down between you. It was a motion that was incredibly vague in nature, so you didn't know how to feel about it, "Or- y'know, come and find me. I'd love to help."

His tape was nicer than yours. You wouldn't be able to replicate it just by staring at the finished product.

"I think I'll come and find you," You decided.

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What a Whore (Gojo x reader x Getou)

Senior College student Y/n is living with her male best friends, and she can't seem to get enough of their presence. She doesn't know what the hell is going on with her body but her consequences from her actions get her fucked by both of her friends.

Masturbation, threesome, clit rubbing, oral sex, sex, orgasms, drinking, bondage-ish, degrading, fingering.

19:00pm

I was in the kitchen making some cocktails that I had been obsessed with this past week for me and Gojo. I made one in the morning, two in the afternoon and another one right now. I swear my liver would burst any minute if I didn't stop. Because the amount of liquor I added in them was so bad, but it was the end of exams week so it was some sort of reward for me.

We was about to watch a horror movie on the glitchy TV and there was no way we could watch that sober, well I was already drunk so I was just drinking on top of my drunkness. It was mid July and the heat in this dorm was about to make me pass the fuck out, my period had just ended not too long ago so that had to be some sort of factor in this.

Gojo came into the kitchen wearing nothing but grey sweat shorts and the Calvin Klein waistband peaking over the shorts, a layer of sweat glistening over his skin. I was still wearing shorts and a bikini top from when I hung out with Shoko this afternoon before she went into placement, it's 7pm Friday and 95 degrees there was no way I was gonna walk around in a shirt.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, especially below the waistband. It wasn't like me to look at him like this but damn...He looked so fine and built and toned and so...big. I squeezed my legs together because I wasn't about to go down that horny path.

"You almost done with the cocktails?"

"Yeah I'm done now actually, take that one." I pointed to the drink that had less liquor in it because I knew Gojo didn't like to drink so I promised I wouldn't add too much.

He took the one opposite to the one I told him to take and sniffed mine and his face scrunched into a ball. "What the fuck Y/n, why's your one so strong? You're gonna be sick tomorrow."

"It's not that bad, stop being dramatic."

"How about I take this one and you take mine, I don't want you throwing up everywhere." Before I could protest Gojo was already out of the room with both of the drinks in his hands. He didn't even like drinking but he still took it. "Weirdo."

I went into the living room where Gojo was and sat beside him. His drink was already half empty beside the loads of sweet snacks we bought to binge on in the plastic bag on the floor. I didn't even need to say anything because I knew it was good.

"You ready to start the movie?" Gojo had the remote in his hand, thumb on the play button waiting for my approval.

The front door opened all of a sudden showing Getou also topless and in black sweat shorts, it had to be some sort of sweat short season for guys or something. But fuck I almost drooled at the state of Getou. His hair was down and slightly messy, the sweat making some strands stick to his forehead.

Even if he was wearing black sweat shorts I could still see the imprint of his dick through the fabric. I clenched my legs again, what was going on with me today? He had just come back from his run we tried to convince him to stay home because of the heat but no he had to keep his schedule as he said.

"How was your run?" I asked finally being able to get a word out of my mouth after getting sidetracked by his physique.

"I don't even wanna talk about it, it's too fucking hot out there." He took his trainers off and ran a hand through his long, black hair.

"Didn't me and Y/n say that you should stay home? Who's fault is this?" Gojo crossed his arms getting all sassy.

"Yeah I should've listened, but look at my body before you question why I do this everyday." Oh I'm fucking looking at your body, that's for sure.

"I see a potbelly forming." Gojo scoffed and turned his attention to his phone, acting like there wasn't an eight pack right in front of his lying ass.

"Fuck off dude, it's okay if you're jealous." That sentence struck a chord in Gojo's feelings his attention was fully back on Getou. He stood up and went towards his best friend standing beside him.

I already knew what they was gonna make me do.

"Y/n who's got better abs, me or Jogo." Getou asked pissing off Gojo even more at the intentional mispronunciation.

"You want me to beat you up so bad."

"Y/n answer the question and whoever loses has to send you $100." I grinned at the last few words.

I began to judge staring hard at both of the shirtless big dick men in front of me. They thought I was judging but really I was just staring at them, my mind went to various scenes in my head I crossed one leg over the other. These guys were so distracted to the point they had no idea I was clearly getting off of them, but then I came to my senses and shrugged. "I don't know, I really don't. Now how about you both send me $100 to make it fair."

Getou smiled because he just knew I was gonna pull that but Gojo was about to lose his shit, his face said it all. "Oh whatever." He scoffed and came back to sit down and Getou went upstairs to have a shower.

"Y/n just tell me the truth was it me who really had the better body?" I knew that Gojo wouldn't let this go until I said it was him so I just said, "Yeah, I just wanted the money from both of you guys." But it was actually Getou who had the better physique, but none of them was ever gonna know.

"I fucking knew it, you was looking at me more. I'll send you double the amount." Gojo pulled out his phone instantly opening the banking app. It brought joy to my life when I heard the word money.

"Let's wait for Getou to come back and we'll start the movie."

OOO

22:58pm

It was about halfway through the second movie, the first one wasn't that scary. But the reason was because I couldn't even concentrate being sandwiched between two men. Their arms were behind my head resting on the back of the couch. Their two scents mixed and my head spun, I had been shuffling around a lot it was a surprise they didn't notice.

I just felt so horny I had no idea why I felt like this, it had to be the drinks I had downed today.

But my clit was pulsing and my nipples hardened, I could no longer feel the breeze of the fan hit against my skin. It felt like a sauna in here. I had a few groans here and there trying to get rid of this feeling.

I just needed to fuck. I really needed to, I wanted both of their dicks. Oh the way my body begged for something big was unbelievable.

What the fuck am I thinking?

But there was only one way to solve this.

I moved one hand over Getou's lap and the other to Gojo's lap. They both tensed at the same time, but I slowly moved my hands to the middle of their lap.

Getou adjusted the way he was sitting pushing himself up and manspreading even more, he didn't look my way but he knew what was about to go down. Gojo cleared his throat taking a peek at me but quickly put his focus back on the TV.

I pressed my fingertips through their shorts, rubbing them through the fabric. I leaned my head on Getou's shoulder putting more pressure on his dick, I could hear his breathing get more intense. It was dark so none of them knew that it was the both of them getting off to my hands.

"Fuck Y/n what are you doing?" Getou whispered only loud enough for me to hear all breathy trying to hold back from groaning. I slid my hands down their boxers finally getting a hold of their hard cocks.

My thumb went straight to their tips rubbing over it at the same fast pace. Gojo groaned enough to catch his friends attention causing him to chuckle in my ear once again. "Both of us huh? What a whore!"

He gasped as I pulled him out of the shorts starting to jerk his whole length off, his struggled moans became more vocal exposing my intentions. I pulled Gojo out wondering if I could get them to cum at the same time.

"Has she got you too Getou?"

"Yeah." Getou was grinning with his eyes staring into the ceiling.

"What a whore." Gojo tutted. "I said the same thing." They both snickered at their 'great minds think alike' moment.

Gojo snuck his hands into my panties finding my clit and not hesitating to rub it in rhythm of my strokes.

"You're all wet Y/n." I whimpered grinding my hips into his finger pads.

The screen of the TV froze and it was bright and exposing. I could see everything, from me jerking Getou and Gojo off to me getting fingered.

"Fuck Y/n wait, I don't wanna cum yet." Gojo's other hand grabbed my wrist but it didn't stop me from rubbing his tip again with my thumb. "No I want you to cum."

"Ah- Shit!" Gojo's hips bucked up as his orgasm won him over and his juice spilt out onto my hand. He became a breathing chaos, twitching violently. His grip loosened and I kept going, I wasn't gonna stop just yet it was too early for that.

Gojo took his hand away from me and pulled the waist of my shorts and Getou got the other side doing the same. My shorts were pulled until it reached my knees and I managed to kick them off. I spread my legs hanging them over their knees wanting more access from the both of them.

Gojo put his hand back on me starting to build up my orgasm once again. It felt so fucking good my hips were following his circles, almost like I had a water-based waistline. "Fuck I love it when her hips move like that." Gojo turned his head to Getou. "She wants to cum so bad- mmh~"

"I wanna cum so bad...please." I rolled my eyes pleading to Gojo. "Tell us how much you want to cum and you gotta be loud about it."

"Fuck off."

"Or I'll stop touching you now." It was silent and all that was heard was the three of us panting, the slick movement of my hands on both dicks and the wet noises of my clit.

"I wanna cum so much, please make me cum. I'm so close, please!" Gojo went faster upon hearing my words, my breathing became ecstatic and it was only a few more moments until my climax. Then Gojo stopped.

"That wasn't good enough." I stared at him on the verge of tears, I had just been waiting for this and it was ruined. "You're an idiot."

"I know." The fucker had the guts to wink.

"Keep going-" Getou threw his head back biting his lip. He thrusted his hips up everytime I reached the top desperate to finish. But I slowed down feeling like he didn't deserve it because of what they did to me. His hand wrapped around mine guiding me to go faster.

A whimper left his throat, his cum landed on my thigh in result of his orgasm.

The boys looked at each other and nodded like they had a plan in their head. I watched them stand up and face me, but then I got caught off guard when Gojo grabbed me by my hair fisting it forcing me to look at him from below. "Open your mouth...yeah good." He levelled his dick to my mouth and pushed himself in all the way until he was balls deep. My hands flew to his sides, nails digging into his skin as I gagged violently over and over.

He walked backwards dragging me off the couch and onto my knees crawling with him until his legs hit the coffee table and he sat down on top of the snack packets. Gojo yanked my head back up giving me the privilege to breathe. I was bent over on all fours, my bare ass in the air.

He forced my head back down, his tip hitting the back of my throat and there was still some dick left outside my lips. I teared up furiously breathing through my nose trying not to gag again. He began to start the rhythm bringing me to the top, then the base. "Suck harder!" Gojo demanded pushing me down the hardest he's ever had. He let go of my hair when I sprung my head back up from the gag I felt was gonna cause me to throw up.

"I'm gonna throw up." I coughed about to stand up but another hand grabbed my hair and twisted my neck 90° filling my mouth with another cock. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Getou who had a smirk on his lips. "Sorry baby, I had to." I blinked away tears at the amount of gagging I just went through in less than 3 minutes.

He bobbed my head up and down in full control of me. My throat getting used and abused. Gojo now behind me pulled the strings of my bikini top off leaving me completely naked.

Getou's hands reached under my arms and dragged me off of Getou forcing me to stand up and bend over when his palm pushed my back down. He held his penis at my pussy, who'd been aching for attention for the longest time, thrusting himself in one quick movement. "Sorry Getou, stole your girl."

"Gojo!" My knees buckled but he caught me by the waist starting to fuck me before I could even catch my first few seconds of stability.

"It's alright, I'll just occupy her mouth...open wide pretty." Expecting to get my hair pulled again he just held himself in front of my eyes. I opened my mouth and not a second was wasted ploughing my throat. My knees gave out but I was kept in the same position, feet practically off the ground.

Fingers invaded my hair getting moved into a ponytail. I choked on my moans and sobbed from the pleasure overload. One hand of mine flew to my clit and the other to hold Getou's forearm. I rubbed myself in fast circles, twitching here and there clenching around the big girth hitting most of my spots. It was a disappointment he wasn't big enough to hit all of them, neither was Getou from the last times. But they both felt so good just not so good. Maybe there's someone out there that could fuck me so good I would never go back.

My moans were all over the place and I forced myself to breathe through my nose but sometimes that would come to a stop when Getou would keep his dick all the way in for more than five seconds. "Fuck Y/n, you're so-" Gojo thrusts became more wet, it was clear he was gonna cum in me. I was so out of it, they used me like a toy...and I enjoyed it. The clapping of my skin contact made with Gojo sounded like gunshots.

Gojo's grip on my waist tightened and my legs shook. "We can get the plan B tomorrow." He moaned slowing down as his cum filled up my insides and just as he finished Getou started. "Did he make you cum?" Getou asked pulling himself out giving my right to breathe back after swallowing.

"No." Getou's eyebrows furrowed at my answer.

"Gojo move."

"Why?"

"You can't seem to do your job right, pull out." Gojo pulled out and I straightened my back feeling so stiff. "Come sit here girl." Getou was sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread and dick pointing to the ceiling. I got on him straddling his sides and my hole just above his penis I put my hands on his shoulders and locked eyes with him. "Ride me until you cum."

I sat down on his dick sinking in on it, my face scrunched at the length when his tip pushed against my cervix. I buried my face in his neck grinding my hips on him. "Don't worry if I cum before you just keep going."

"You know I haven't done this before right?" My legs were already shaking just by sitting on it. Getou placed his hands on my hips and moved it in a motion. "Keep rocking your hips back and forth...yeah like that." I groaned out of pain, I just knew that I would be able to do the splits if we went on for an hour.

"Take your time." Getou's voice was low and soft, it was a comforting tone and it turned me on even more. His hands were shaking and he bit his lips not wanting to be as vocal as he could be about his pleasure.

I lifted my ass up and slammed myself back down, earning me a huge gasp from Getou. If it wasn't for me losing my breath I would've screamed. I bit his neck going back to grinding at a higher speed, I just wanted to get off from this.

Every time I tried to exhale it would go into a moan, this was the most I had ever felt from a dick.

His thumbs circled my hard nipples and squeezed them, my nipples were just as sensitive as my clit at the moment.

It began to feel like too much pleasure for me. "No stop fuck- Getou." And that's when he started rubbing my clit. "Shit!" I was overstimulated with pleasure and was about to go through an orgasm. "Getou I'm gonna-" "I know baby." I cringed at the pet name but my body reacted to it when my orgasm drove through me leaving me shaking. Getou came inside me emptying the results of his climax.

Our breaths fell in sync calling down from our high and I was still edgy. I loosened my grip on his shoulders and let my head rest on his neck once again. A pair of hands snuck under my arms, pulling me out in the process of lifting me and forced me to stand up. "Toru wait- my legs!"

My legs gave out and I was on the floor within seconds. Gojo joined me on the ground with a grin on his face getting all up close to my lips. "My turn right?" I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to hide my shame he could see the words 'yes' in my eyes waiting for my approval.

I laid on my back and spread my legs with strong eye contact with the black haired male watching me whore myself off. He grabbed under my knees and pushed them back until they touched the floor. I was so exposed, the air brushing over my vagina and my ass.

The sound of a camera shutter coming from Getou's phone stole my attention. "Just sending it to Shoko, showing her what she's missing out on whilst she's on placement."

"Nah man take a video and set your phone up somewhere." Gojo winked with a cheesy smile.

Getou stood up and set the phone on the leg of the table. I attempted to move my body getting sore already. "Don't be moving around too much- hey Getou come hold her for me."

Getou got on his knees over my head and his dick was hanging above my face inches away from his tip. "Straighten your legs." He reached over getting his hands behind my knees and pushed them down to the floor.

The only thing I could do was look up at Getou's dick because lifting my head up to see what Gojo was doing would end up with balls and dick on my forehead.

I stuck my tongue out licking his tip, tasting myself and him causing his whole thing to move. That's when a wet tongue had struck my clit. I bucked my hips up only to be held in more restriction. His tongue swiped side to side at an insane speed, my arms were trapped under my legs.

"Gojo!"

"Mhmmmmm?" He answered in a hum.

I whimpered feeling helpless. I couldn't grab anything to take out my pressure on, balling my fists hard wasn't enough. I just had to lay there and take it. I was a moaning hot mess, twitching every second, I needed movement to express myself.

My mouth agape letting whatever noise that needed to come out cry. Tears emerging again at the frustration.

I fucking loved it.

A warm substance shot and dribbled on my face just as Gojo inserted his fingers in. I bent my neck up and slapped myself with a dick.

"Shit sorry Y/n, I just came on your face." Getou chuckled.

"Fuck!"

I inhaled sharply crying out at the sudden intense speed of Gojo's long fingers rubbing up on my walls. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!"

Waves of satisfaction hit me repeatedly, I panted heavily just waiting for my climax to catch on. And when it finally did, the strength of my legs almost broke free from its hold. I sobbed hard and loud, I didn't care if the other people in the corridor could hear me.

Gojo just kept on going at the same speed, he wasn't done eating yet. He was moaning and slurping like he was starving, but when he was done he lifted his face up. His chin was dripping and his lips were plumped up.

"Sorry I couldn't resist myself, you just tasted too fucking good."

Words couldn't even form out of me, nor in my mind. I just curled myself up in a ball once Getou let go.

I shut my eyes and smiled because I just got fucked.

"We aren't done yet Y/n. I haven't had a taste of you." Getou winked standing over me.

[ghostbeam]

I bet choso is so weird when he’s into u like u go out with friends and he just stares at u and it’s like that for weeks like he just doesn’t say anything to u first ever but he’s just. Always there he doesn’t really know what to do about it but he knows in his brain ur already his and like sometimes he’s next to u in the bar like on guard looking over your shoulder and u don’t even realize it until u turn around and more often than not he scares the shit out of you but eventually u get kind of used to him always being there and you’re not sure what changed or if anything ever did but now your leaning into him and letting him hold his arm across your chest protectively and sometimes he gets this scary look on his face when people look at you but honestly you don’t even mind it

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[millionsknives]

the inherent catholicism of the firearm or whatever

[smolldust]

im ashamed to admit that my faggusty tendencies have returned in the form of simping for a new fictional character aka this fucker

[kiisaes]

SURE LOL making this its own post so I don't bother op with how genuinely annoying I am

"what's your educated take on bakugou" (this is the primary litmus test. if you have a dogshit opinion about him I am terminating the conversation effective immediately)

"what do you ship in this series, if you ship at all, using strictly the text with no fandom interference" (testing to see if you can separate canon from fanon, because fanon has severely warped many's perception of canon. I think most, if not all, big ships in this series were sabotaged by the fandom - either by misinterpreting the characters in the ships or artificially inflating/deflating their importance to the story)

"what are some general themes and takeaways of this narrative"

@bakugous-broken-toothbrush

[soullessjack]

supernatural went downhill when they stopped implying that the Winchesters are assumed to be a firefly-esque psychopath satan worshipping serial killer family to normal people and I stand by that

[supervillain-smut]

People: find Lucanis attractive for multiple reasons

Fucking weirdos that need to take a break from the internet: YoU'rE fEtIsHiZiNg HiM bEcAuSe Of HiS aCcEnT!!!!

[sukugo]

the diferences in energy between sukugo and how they're always presented/drawn is something i love immenselyyyyyyy

gege: yes sukuna is SEXY. gojo is a weirdo FREAK

[worstwolverinesbf]

[milimeters-morales]

random woman waiting for the bus: i hate this so much its so creepy here at night!!! wish i had some guardian angel or something to-

the prowler coming to sit down at the bus stop right across from her (he crashed the older prowler’s motorcycle on accident):

[str8upjorkinit]

give Leo a choccy milk???

leo and his choccy milk :3c

[battleforce5]

So uh we had a weirdo Scammer(??) come into our server recently and start kicking up a fuss over his obssession with the show. I've blocked out everyone elses names(except mine and the scammer), and ive also left these messages in the discord as evidence, but uh. Yeah, watch out for this one.

He never posted any links anywhere(the main reason i didnt ban him immediately), but we all kind of agreed in the aftermath that he was trying to pull some kind of scam.

thats his name, if the discord isnt deleted yet, just watch out for him in your servers, he COULD be harmless but i dont trust easy :\

[shorthaltsjester]

every bells hells interaction with keyleth being a bullying (affectionate) interrogation — usually about things they have already interrogated her about — versus their interactions with vex being like 3 of the hells at any given time Will be distracted by her hotness and the rest will be just going yes ma’am whatever you say . extremely extremely real of them . i have to imagine after every interaction keyleth is like WHY do they keep doing this to me and vex is like idk darling maybe your vibes are just off

but also i just need them to carry some of the our old pcs are bugs were poking under a microscope energy to vex i need to know what her takes on vaxorb and the gods are right now . do i think vex is as likely to be open with bells hells as keyleth is? doubtful. but i still want them to try