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Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Three: Study

Chapter Summary: Suguru and reader go to the café to study for finals, and we get a bit of Geto's POV in this chapter! Smut coming soon hehe

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"Sugu, you want to study with me tonight? Our favorite café?" I looked at Suguru across the hallway. Finals are coming up and you're nowhere near ready.

"You don't have a date tonight?" His eyes never left his phone screen.

"A date with my textbooks." I roll my eyes. "It's a yes or no question."

"I have nothing better to do." Suguru slid his phone in his pocket, turning his back to me.

Since Gojo's birthday, Suguru has been quieter than usual. He's retreated to his room, which is arguably his safe haven, and is doing God knows what.

Debatably, I miss my best friend. I've been spending some of my time with Toji, getting to know him and avoiding the two of us in bed together. I'm not the type to sleep with just anyone, I need mental, emotional, and physical connection.

I slip on my favorite oversized sweater with jeans and combat boots. I find my tote bag and put it over my shoulder, waiting for Suguru at his door.

He opened his bedroom door and look startled when I was waiting for him.

"Sugu, stop being weird." I cross my arms over my chest. "I've barely seen you. We've barely seen you."

"I'm fine." His backpack hit his back before he brushed past me. I felt his arm touch my skin, leaving goosebumps.

The café is pretty quiet, just the way Suguru and I like it. He orders my coffee for me and brings it to our table. I pull out my laptop and open up my assignments, sighing at the screen.

Suguru sat in front of me, bringing his laptop out of his backpack. I glanced at him before he could notice, observing his chocolate eyes.

Why am I staring at Suguru?

His face looks like he was crafted by Greek Gods, so much work must've went into creating him.

I've always found Suguru handsome. I would never admit it out loud, but it's true. He's tall, has the most beautiful long black hair, and his face is one that I could stare at forever.

He could sense me staring at him and my heart almost stops.

"Do you like what you see?" Suguru smiles for the first time in forever. His long black hair cascades past his shoulders with a little bun holding some pieces. His front pieces frame his face, moving with his words.

I blush, going back to my typing. I've never seen Suguru like this. I've never looked at him in a way that made my core pulse with need.

When he looks down at his laptop screen, I look at Suguru again. He's wearing a black t-shirt that barely covers his biceps. My eyes follow the veins on his arms to his large hands, his fingers typing quickly.

I wish those fingers were in me.

Am I just horny because Toji and I haven't slept together yet?

A message pops up on my screen, interrupting my thoughts.

Sugu: Stop eye-fucking me before I take you in the bathroom right now.

I freeze, trying my best not to let Suguru know that he's not only right, but I wish I could jump his bones right this very second.

Me: Over my dead body.

Sugu: That can be arranged.

I can't help but feel some sort of attraction to Suguru at this moment. Maybe I've always felt this way and didn't do anything about it, but I'm not gonna be the one to admit my feelings first. They might be fleeting feelings anyways.

Geto

God, is she gorgeous.

I've had a crush on her since we were in high school, but being best friends kind of ruins any idea of a relationship. Losing her would be like losing half of me, which at the time I didn't think was a good gamble.

But when I saw her with Toji, a man who looks like he has a roster of women at his beck and call, those feelings resurfaced and I felt them in my mouth.

To be fair, I've brought plenty of women home. Mostly one night stands, and I know she heard me with them. I never thought about her feelings towards that because my romantic feelings were idle. I assumed she was fucking men outside of the house, so my worries subsided.

Now is different. Now, I want to kiss her every time I see her.

Now I want to feel myself inside of her.

Now I want to build something with her.

It might be too late, but oh well.

She took a sip of her coffee, leaving foam on her lips. "You have something right here," I took my finger and wiped it off her lips, then sucking on my own finger. "Cinnamon."

My dick was already hard thinking about what her pussy tastes like and eating her till she's screaming.

"Suguru." She sat up, fixing her hair. "What are you doing?"

"Helping my friend not look stupid." I smirked, going back to my typing.

She sighed, going back to her studying. Her tan skin glowed against the light in the café, and her hair framed her face beautifully as it made its way down past her chest. I watched her chest move up and down as she breathed, slowly and relaxed. I could watch her all day.

The bell to the café rang, signaling someone walking in.

Of fucking course.

You

"Hello gorgeous." Toji sliced your thoughts, pulling a chair up to your table. "I was on my way to my friends house when I thought I'd stop by for a coffee."

"Hi, Toji." I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. Suguru's face was like stone. "This is Suguru Geto, my best friend and roommate."

"Nice to meet you. Toji Fushiguro." Toji reached his hand out, half smiling.

Suguru didn't say a word, but took his hand roughly, shaking it.

I watched the two as they interacted without saying anything verbal to each other.

An unspoken argument.

"Want me to stop by tonight?" Toji finally spoke, turning to me. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Not tonight, I'm not feeling my best." I waved my hand. "I'll text you." I reassured him with a smile.

"Okay, I gotta get going. Have a good day beautiful, and it was nice meeting you Suguru."

Suguru nodded, still not speaking.

Toji got his coffee and left after what seemed like ages.

I kicked Suguru's leg under the table, receiving a glare in return. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you want me to hug him?"

"No, I wanted you to at least be nice."

"Why?"

"I'm nice to all the women you bring home." I cross my arms over my chest. "I even pretend I can't hear you fucking their brains out."

"Touché." Suguru nods. He leans forward at the table, insinuating I should do the same. "That should be you." He whispers.

Chills are sent down my spine as he says that, my arousal dampening my panties.

This man is teasing me and having fun with it.

"I'd rather fuck a man with a dick bigger than 4 inches." I whisper.

"Oh baby, add about 5 inches to that." He winked, and I think my pussy heard that before me, because I was soaking.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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It was odd, mostly because this was the only context he usually heard Scout panting in.

He ran for a living, cardio was sort of a thing he had to be trained to deal with, and he generally wasn’t running around for more than a few minutes at a time anyways, taken down before he could get too badly winded.

And here he was, breath coming fast through parted lips, hitching for a moment as he gulped hard and lurched closer to Sniper from his place sitting on the man’s lap.

He’d really started pulling the kid apart at some point, somewhere between the kissing him until his head spun and the rubbing his thumb against that real nice place right under the head of his cock that always made him whine like he’d break down into tears if Sniper didn’t give him more, please, more of anything, anything at all.

“Please,” he whined, voice weak, cracking apart just a little bit. “Please, please, I, I dunno what you want from me, what do you want, please, anything—“

He didn’t shift his pace, not even a little bit. Scout’s pleads rose and fell in volume, and his eyes were squeezed shut, hands gripping the back of his shirt tightly, so tightly that his arms trembled. And he was desperate nearly to his breaking point, but he was following directions still, being good, not once touching himself or moving them along. Sniper had been right—Scout put on a big show of being too tough and cool for everyone else, ego of iron and all that, but deep down he was always desperate to please. He wanted so bad to get praised, so bad that he was willing to endure this borderline torture just to hear—

“Good boy,” Sniper purred, and Scout groaned, tension seeping out of him in a wave, hips jerking almost despite himself. “Look so good for me. You can hold out a little longer, can’t you?”

He nodded so quickly, as if it was gone from his mind entirely how desperate he had been just a moment before, washed away by even the simplest of praises, limbs suddenly loose, the only part of him staying tense being the part stretching from his lower stomach down to his mid-thighs. “I can—I—I can hold out. I can do it. I can,” he assured.

“Mmm. You know, it feels so much better when you wait for it,” he said, tone almost casual if not for the way he had his voice down so very low. “When you keep getting pulled to the edge. When you really work for it.”

“Yeah?” Scout asked, and he was blinking open his eyes, and they were dim with pleasure, damp with desperation, pupils blown wide. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed, and for the briefest moment he moved his free hand to rub rough circles against Scout’s nipple, making him arch in a lovely little way, eyes fluttering closed again as he gasped and gasped and gasped. “And you want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah I do, oh god don’t fuckin’—mmmh!—don’t stop, please, oh my god—“

“Good boy,” he praised again, and that dragged Scout up all the higher, and he switched to the other side of his chest just to watch the way his toes curled, just to feel his dick twitch in his hand, hard and long past ready to spill but woefully understimulated, waiting for any sort of real contact.

He didn’t know how long he could hold Scout here before the man broke. If he kept up the praise, if he kept up the teasing just right, Scout might make it longer than him. He might just have to finally pull down his boxers and stroke himself off to the sight of this handsome, nearly-naked man in his lap, outright begging for him, flushed red and desperate and wanting. Hell, if he asked him to, he bet that Scout would try to suck him off. Probably not much experience, but his enthusiasm might just make up for it. The thought of a few “good boy”s might convince him. The idea of tangling his fingers in that sandy-looking, terribly-soft hair and pulling him down further, further, the runner relaxing into his hold and groaning under the weight of being told how good he looked down there, it was good enough to make his own heart start thumping so much faster than before, boxers getting all the more snug. 

Scout hardly seemed to be in his right mind anymore, just murmuring desperate nothings past his short breath, whimpering occasionally when the exhale lined up with Sniper’s thumb dragging just right below the head of his cock. Begging mostly, pleading, bargaining, offering anything, anything at all, just don’t stop, don’t stop doing this to him, don’t stop doing whatever this was, please, please.

He kissed Scout square on the lips to shut him up, and Scout’s whine startled off into a little “oh”, the shorter man putting as much energy as he could muster into the kiss, even as he was pulled apart at the seams. Sniper pulled out all his best tricks, and Scout nearly collapsed under the weight of this overstimulation, crying out when he moved to toy with Scout’s chest again.

“Oh my god,” he groaned between presses, lips brushing Sniper’s as he spoke in a way that made his breath hitch. “Next time, I want you to fuck me.”

Sniper couldn’t help but grin a little at that. Scout had to be positively gone if he was offering something like that. “Yeah?” he asked anyways.

“Yeah. Yeah, fuck yeah,” he gasped, head dropping to Sniper’s shoulder, teeth scraping over his neck absently even as his thighs trembled. “Want you to fuck me. Bet I’d look good like that too, huh?”

“Definitely,” Sniper agreed, hand sliding down his side to grip at his ass, firmly, and Scout practically yelped, and almost despite himself started rutting his hips forward in furious little jerks, wailing when Sniper released him and moved both hands to grip at his ass. “Oi, what’d I say about moving?”

Begging, downright incoherent, was his only answer, and his hips slowing nearly to a stop again.

Sniper tsk’d a few times against his pulse point. “Really, that’s the best self-control you’ve got?” he asked, sounding disappointed.

His begging tapered off into panting, interdispersed with a plead every now and then, and an apology or two. Sniper let him flail for a little while, distracting him with gentle kneading against his ass every now and then.

“Hmm. Well, either way, I think you’ve earned a treat by now,” Sniper finally admitted. “You’ve been such a good boy already, especially on your first time doing this.”

Scout stopped talking entirely, waiting, breathless, for Sniper to act on his words. He cried out into the meat of Sniper’s shoulder when Sniper took hold of his dick, the first firm touch of the night.

“Maybe next time I’ll give you something to help you sit still,” Sniper offered idly, and removed his hand from Scout’s dick for only a moment to spit into his palm before he started jerking Scout off in steady, even pulls. “Maybe it’d help if I laid you out all pretty and tied your wrists to my headboard.”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Scout agreed enthusiastically, ecstatic in his pleasure, euphoria making itself clear from the cracking of his voice, sending his pitch much higher than he would ever allow except under extreme duress.

Sniper tutted again, this time against Scout’s cheek. “I’d never hold you to a promise you made when you were like this,” he chided. “Out of your right mind, you’re so desperate. Gorgeous, really, such a pretty little thing all pulled apart like this, but you’d agree to damn near anything I said right about now.”

Scout had surrendered words, and was making breathless little noises, the muscles of his legs flexing and his back starting to arch further and further. Sniper wrapped an arm around his waist to gather him close, keep him from falling off of his lap, and Scout promptly leaned into him, clinging hard to his shirt.

He was gorgeous like this. Wanton, lithe, the absolute picture of pleased submission, but far from weakness. The musculature of his legs and the sparse but still present scars on his skin were on full display, and he knew he would’ve bruised had Scout grabbed him by the arms rather than harmlessly clinging to fabric. He really was gorgeous like this, in a way that Sniper hadn’t quite expected, hadn’t thought would be reasonable to hope for. It sent a bolt of lust through him that forced him to lower his free hand briefly to pop the button of his own far-too-tight pants, adjusting himself swiftly enough that he couldn’t get distracted before promptly going back to balancing Scout again.

It was a few moments before Scout lost control of himself once more, moving his hips in tiny little jerks, practically just twitches with each pass of Sniper’s rough hand over the head of his dick, gasps punched out of him each time. Sniper let him do so, mostly because he could tell Scout was close, worked up as he was by the long tease and murmured praises he got in his ear. He pulled his hand back again to spit in it a second time, mostly just to mess with him, and Scout let out a sob against Sniper’s shoulder, euphoria only taking a second to morph into despair.

“Close?” Sniper asked almost conversationally, volume at a hum, and Scout stuttered out a breath that almost sounded like an agreement. “Good. Ready to come?” Another, even heavier breath of a similar caliber, and Sniper grinned, speeding and tightening his hand, adding on a little twist at the end just to hear Scout falling apart entirely. “Good. There’s a good boy, there’s a beauty.”

Panting. Panting. A jerk of his hips, and Sniper was slowing just slightly into longer pulls, listening to the nearly pained sounds wrenching their way free of Scout’s throat, appreciating the crush of Scout’s thighs around his hips. It was a long, intense thing, at least as far as Sniper could tell, and he tilted his head to kiss Scout again when he noticed the man clenching his teeth, coaxing him into relaxing his jaw and loosing all sorts of little noises into his mouth. One of Scout’s hands flew to his hair, anchoring there and twisting just a little to keep him in place, but he didn’t mind, enjoying the desperation, tickled by the hot breath fanning out of Scout’s nose.

Finally it was over, and Scout’s body was relaxing, and Sniper gingerly pulled his hand away, noting the whine that rose deep in Scout’s throat. Their lips pulled apart, and Scout was panting open-mouthed against his cheek, breath quick and unsteady in his chest, hiccuping occasionally. Sniper felt uneasy as he realized that there was a dampness on Scout’s cheeks and his eyelashes were clumped together a little, but Scout was still clinging to him, and as speech returned he was starting to breathe little “thank you, thank you”s over and over again, still clearly in the headspace that Sniper had coaxed him into.

His concern was enough to keep his own near-painful arousal on hold for the moment, making his breath even out just a bit where he was admittedly having a hard time ignoring his hard-on. He shifted his grasp on Scout only slightly, pressing a few lingering kisses up the side of his face, stopping at his temple, and Scout practically melted into him, although he was mindful enough not to arch their stomachs together, either due to his own oversensitivity, or the mess he’d made on his own stomach, or a combination of the two.

Scout asked him a question, lost as it was on the very tail-end of an exhale and too low in volume for Sniper to catch. “Hmm?” Sniper asked, tilting his head just a bit to try and hear a bit better.

“Can I touch you?” Scout repeated, words still wobbly, but intelligible this time.

“You are touching me,” Sniper replied, humor in his tone.

Scout grumbled something at that, shifting just a little, hands drifting down Sniper’s front to rest towards the topmost part of his stomach. “I wanna get you off,” he clarified, half-drunk on afterglow. “Can I?”

“Go right ahead,” Sniper said easily, and Scout let one hand drift to press against the bulge in his pants, the other moving to hike up the front of his shirt. “Planning on jacking me off? Not even cleaning off first?”

Scout just hummed in response at first, kneading at him lightly, before he leaned back enough to grab his own boxers where they’d been discarded, mopping himself off and letting Sniper do the same to his dirtied hand. “No,” he mumbled, and Sniper thought he meant about the not cleaning up for a few moments until he added, “I wanna suck you off.”

Sniper felt his breath hitch, head swimming with lust. “Yeah?” he asked, tone light.

“Yeah. Can I?” he asked, and looked at Sniper when he said it, and there was that vulnerability, that honesty, that had been present in the begging and the pleading and the whimpering earlier, still laid bare, making Scout’s voice quiet, his movements hesitant and fidgety.

“If you’d like,” Sniper replied. Scout nodded, a little relieved, and slid back to get off of Sniper’s lap, but he caught him by the chin, tilting his face back up where he’d averted it, more than a little bashful. “Wait. But I don’t want to push you to do something you’d rather not do, especially if you’ve never done it before.”

“I’ve sucked off a guy or two,” Scout murmured, a little embarrassed, averting his eyes again.

“That right?” Sniper asked, eyebrows rising a bit.

“Yeah. I know what I’m doing,” Scout said, tilting for a moment into the hand Sniper had on his face before pulling away. “Lay down.”

Sniper did, laying back, shifting for a moment to try and get comfortable before giving in and moving to lay up against the pillows. He went to the trouble of kicking his pants off, and the second his legs were free Scout was between them, taking hold of him and starting to move his hand, getting a feel, and Sniper allowed himself a groan, head rolling back, and a second one when Scout leans down and took the head into his mouth. An idle hand pushed at Sniper’s shirt, and he obliged in at least unbuttoning it and letting it fall open, albeit with unsteady hands as Scout set into motion.

Maybe it’s because Sniper had him so exhausted, but Scout was much more patient than he usually was, taking Sniper in slow and steady, stroking what all wasn’t in his mouth. He pulled back a touch and shifted one of Sniper’s thighs open further, then he was back to it again, and something about the positioning, the slow, hot, wet heat against him, had the urgency ticking up a notch.

But Scout stayed slow and steady, bobs of his head and strokes of his hand making his arousal kick from desperation down to a thrumming kind of pleasure that had him letting up on his chokehold on his self-control. He started rolling his hips up in time, and Scout adjusted within a roll or two, taking him deeper, testing his own limits.

A gag, Scout pulling back those crucial millimeters, then trying again and getting that much further. Scout’s free hand, the one he was largely using to support himself, moved to cup at his balls and roll them in even motions, and Sniper melted further, soft noises and praises fleeing through his parted lips. The pleasure was tightening in on itself, coiling tight, and he managed something like a warning, one hand leaving its white-knuckle hold on the sheets and finding Scout’s hair, petting at it. After so long of denying himself for the sake of pulling Scout apart, he hadn’t lasted as long as he typically did, but he was still a bit impressed with his stamina. Scout quickened his pace, humming a pleased noise against him, and when he glanced down to watch he saw that Scout was looking up at him through his eyelashes, expression heady and scorching hot.

“Gorgeous,” he praised, breathless all of a sudden, and Scout’s eyebrows shifted, expression going softer, more wanting, another hum against him, low and desperate, and—

That was all it took, that look, that hum. Sniper’s hips jerked once before he got hold of himself, and Scout braced against his hips, motions shifting to meet the rhythm he rolled at as orgasm overtook him. Scout kept stroking past what Sniper generally did, wringing a few more sharp pangs and hard groans from him, and finally Sniper was pushing at his head as overwhelming pleasure gave way to oversensitivity. Scout pulled back, releasing his hold on Sniper and licking his chops obscenely, and Sniper groaned again, head falling back.

Then Scout was up lying with him, nuzzling in against Sniper’s shoulder, and he got the strength back to pull him in tighter. He distantly registered the sweat clinging to him, and to his shirt, and grumbled half-heartedly as he shrugged the rest of the way free of it, leaving himself just as bare as Scout.

For a little while, they laid there. Sniper was pretty sure Scout was going to fall asleep on him, would drift off any minute, and tried his best to stay fully awake himself so he could get up at some point and do a slightly better clean-up. He was surprised when Scout spoke, quiet into his shoulder. “You said somethin’ about a next time?” he promoted quietly, head tilting against Sniper just slightly.

Sniper huffed something like a laugh. “So did you,” he replied, carding a hand up through Scout’s hair.

“Yeah. Yeah, I…” Scout hesitated, fidgeting a little bit. “Yeah, I wanted you to fuck me.”

Sniper felt a rush of heat. And he knew it was unreasonable to want to get it up again so quickly, but he sort of did. “So you were serious about that?”

“You… weren’t?” he asked, voice even quieter. Sniper backpedaled.

“No, ‘course, I’d love that,” he was quick to say, giving him a squeeze of reassurance. “Just… sometimes people say things they don’t mean, in the heat of the moment? And I didn’t want to hold you to anything—“

“Well, I was serious,” Scout said, sounding a little more amused. Still tired, still somewhat in that space Sniper had pushed him to—elevated him to—but amused. “So is that… on the table?”

“Yeah,” Sniper agreed. “Might need to go pick up some things first, but that sounds nice.”

“Alright. Good,” Scout said, relaxing again.

Silence.

Scout asked another question after that brief silence, and Sniper very nearly choked. “What about the tying me up thing?” he asked, tone playful.

Sniper wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into, but he found himself looking forward to it.

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Lux: you avoid barbers and I'll avoid heels that are taller than... Lux: five Lux: no six inches Dash: 👌👌 Dash: if you avoid any heel I'll be able to reach you way out though Dash: no 🛹 jumps 💫 Lux: YET Lux: until you remember where you parked your chariot of fire, you give me reason to kick off my heels, and I'll happily do it Dash: 💃? Lux: Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts Lux: of course, that's the only way Dash: there's a tanabata song, I could sing it for you Dash: the translation at least Lux: 😻🙏 Dash: it'll be a blast Lux: 🚀🌠 Dash: have you 👀🎸? Dash: mine's MIA Lux: you can borrow my girl Lux: for one song Dash: I won't hog her like a flake, digging the trust too much Lux: you can abuse my trust just go easy on Dolores Lux: she's a folksy kinda gal, if you kick it punk rock she'll 😳😩 Dash: she'll stay 🍒💖 I'm about a gentle touch Dash: what kind are you? the words are the festival's but I don't know the 🎶 Dash: I'll make it yours, like Lux: as angelic as you look Lux: a sinner can only but hope not Lux: how about you sing it for me but play it like its yours Dash: cool with me Lux: then the song can be ours Dash: I think you're unreal Dash: the most Lux: Oh, because I am Lux: and you are perfect because you know that's a compliment Dash: this fly by of yours is gonna last some time, yeah? Lux: though not compelled by God or a power higher than my own Lux: this is where I'm meant to be Dash: me too Lux: I know Lux: I divined you out of 🌟✨☀️🌌 Dash: we planting that forest to grow together or on opposite sides? Lux: one 🌎 one 💓 Dash: roots are gonna get tangled if you keep laying down your 💓 next to mine Lux: I can grow anywhere Lux: you don't need to worry about me Dash: 🌻 Dash: you're gonna make this place better, I feel it Lux: you have family here? Lux: in the commune Dash: yeah Lux: do you like it here Dash: I love it Lux: I do too Lux: its Lux: loving Dash: when did you come through? have you met every 🐤 & 🐈? cos you should meet everyone Dash: feel all the love Lux: I've been in Dublin about... a month, two Lux: feels like forever Lux: but here I'm a total 🍒 Lux: I met Hazel completely by fate at a women's health drop-in she was running a few weeks ago, told her my story and here I am Dash: farm tour 1st 🍀 tour 2nd Lux: Coming Lux: 🎸 in tow Dash: safe Lux: and sound Lux: I'm just tryna catch a mirror moment Lux: not enough, if I had any complaints but 🤫 Dash: which room's yours? I'll make space to hang another one near Dash: then the 🌙 Lux: we'll end the tour there Lux: my contribution Dash: now that's sound Lux: Do you know about me? Dash: what about you? Lux: That I don't have girl parts Lux: I won't be accused of that kind of trickery Dash: I won't accuse you of any Lux: ☺ Dash: you set the pace, I'm in it Lux: You're keeping up spectacularly Lux: now, where does my tour start? Dash: orchard Lux: 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍋🍇🍈🍒🍑🥭 Dash: there's the best 🍏🍎 tree, easy to climb whatever shoes you're wearing Dash: you can see the whole farm from the top Lux: [Show up honey] Dash: [😍 at her we all know] Lux: [dressed hyper-femme as always and way more dressy than most here we know, doing a curtsey like 🤭] Dash: [holds out a 🍎 like he's the 🐍 & she's Eve, looking cute and tempting] Lux: [obviously taking it and taking a sassy bite] Dash: [into it obviously hand holding through this orchard tour for Winnie's sake] Lux: [gonna climb this tree] Dash: [do it kids] Lux: [gonna have to help her even though she's left the heels behind] Dash: [thankfully he's not that much of a dick that he won't, imagine just like byeeee] Lux: [😂 no one needs anyone falling out of a tree rn] Dash: [we aren't killing either of you off so just enjoy the view] Lux: ['it looks so big from up here, when you're in it, it feels...close'] Dash: ['it's big but the fam's bigger' gives her a look like you'll see, genuinely buzzing cos does love it here] Lux: [the biggest smile 'why don't you live here?'] Dash: ['my mum & dad don't, & that's their biggest drag, they ain't hip but they ain't real hassle' casually don't mention that Cosmo exists okay then] Lux: [nods 'everyone should get as much family as they can'] Dash: ['you can meet 'em too, it's cool'] Lux: [excited puppy look like really?!] Dash: ['my mum used to be a rad skater & now she sits around bench racing at her own bone yard, it's a good space to hang loose'] Lux: [just listening like no way! 'what about your dad?'] Dash: ['he's more easily bugged, we don't always vibe, but shit stays chill'] Lux: ['yeah but what did he used to be? before he got old and boring too'] Dash: ['he played football' with a shrug cos so uninterested we know] Lux: ['ooh, was he famous?'] Dash: ['not really'] Lux: ['bummer'] Dash: ['you wanna be famous?'] Lux: [is thinking like hmm 'I don't NOT want it but its not my number one all-time dream...not even top ten'] Dash: ['what is?'] Lux: [puts her index fingers to the corners of his mouth to make him smile] Dash: [laughs] Lux: ['you?'] Dash: ['I'm thinking we should start a band' shout out to Ali your lowkey grandma] Lux: [a look like um yes, how have you not and putting three fingers up to let him know its made the list] Dash: [starts to climb down like come on, so much to see] Lux: ['don't ditch me!' and running after him] Dash: [takes her all around the vegetable patches next, introducing her to any peeps they come across] Lux: [living laughing loving honestly we can skip] Dash: [imagine all the cute animals they would have, I hope none of them die in the fire I'll cry] Lux: [lmao animals usually bolt when fire so they should be fine, unless they then get hit by cars or some shit] Dash: [I'm saying they are all A okay bitch] Dash: [post tour skip] Dash: gotta hit home Dash: later? Lux: Undoubtedly 😊 Dash: we'll jam Dash: 🤔 band names Lux: I'll throw it out there Lux: I wonder if anyone can drum drum Lux: not just drum circle Lux: I'll ask that too Dash: I'm jazzed Lux: 🎺 Dash: you play the harp 👼? Lux: ☺😋💕 Lux: If only Lux: there are bass' and banjos and plenty of acoustics Lux: I'll go thrifting and see if I can find one Dash: wait for me Lux: we should see how many wild instruments we can find Lux: one for everyone Dash: your 🧠⚙️ is far out Lux: but not far enough you can't reach me Dash: 🌌 can't stop me, yeah? Lux: nope Lux: not as long as you got that hair Dash: [selfie like it's still there] Lux: Thank God Lux: don't need to 😢 today Dash: you don't need to cry any day baby Lux: Keep me smiling Dash: I've got you Dash: we all have Lux: 💕 Lux: I really thought I knew family and community before this, you know Lux: but I was wrong then and this is better Dash: right on Lux: You're adorable Dash: I've got 👀 for you too Lux: I know Lux: your 👀 are like Lux: coffee Dash: 🧠⚙💖 Dash: yours are like jumping into a river Dash: they get bluer the deeper you go Lux: oh Lux: I think I want you back here now Lux: where did you go again Dash: 🛹🗲 Dash: my parents place Dash: you wanna meet me there? Lux: I'm not in the mood to meet your parents right this second, forgive me Lux: but by the time I've finished dinner here and 🚲 over Lux: sounds good Dash: idk if they're there cos I'm not yet Lux: so we can be alone alone Lux: that'd be novel Dash: yeah Dash: it feels like so much empty space Dash: for the number of bodies who live in it Lux: do you feel lonely there Dash: nah, it's got a good feel Dash: I grew up in it Lux: That's a feel you can't buy Dash: I'll show you my 👶📸 Dash: they're wild Lux: you musta been so cute Lux: your face is still 👶 now Dash: no ✂ then either Lux: so mowgli Dash: oh no, is this a trippy topic for you? Dash: I didn't think Lux: it's okay, I like hearing about happy kids Lux: its a sin to be envious of or covet other people's happiness Dash: Lux Lux: 😊? Dash: I don't think I believe in sin Dash: so if you wanna harsh on my good vibes, you know, I won't be 😡 Lux: Oh, sin is very real, its just whether you believe you'll be punished for the sins that are written about Lux: I appreciate you but I've got nothing to be 😡 about either Lux: 🤞 Dash: you can hit me with a shut up any time Dash: I'll still dig you Lux: I enjoy our conversations Dash: yeah? Lux: absolutely Lux: you're a beautiful 🐺 boy Dash: you're the most beautiful 🦊 Lux: never stone cold Dash: nah, the hottest Lux: I feel it Dash: 👍 it's the mood you gotta stay in Lux: with you around, that shouldn't be a problem Dash: we'll keep vibing Lux: did you like it Dash: you want me to say what I know you could tell Dash: I'll write you a 🎶 Lux: First hit for the band? Lux: I'll be famous after-all Dash: I've been listening Dash: I understand what you want Lux: and you're gonna give it to me Dash: that's my action for sure Lux: roll 20 please Dash: come be alone with me Lux: dash dash dash Lux: you're so pretty and fun and cool and I want you again Dash: [sends her the deets to where his house is] Lux: so far Lux: I must like you huh 😏 Dash: yeah it's a drag where I live Dash: but it's new heights that you like me Dash: 🚀💕 Lux: why wouldn't I? Dash: idk Dash: do you know about me? Lux: I know enough to like you Lux: what do you think would make me unlike you Lux: let's compare Dash: it's not all laid back the shit that other girls say Lux: you're a 💔 Dash: I'm not out here making a game of it like that Dash: but it's happened for real Lux: Oh dear Dashiell Lux: my heart was broken long before I got here Lux: and I've had to severe and untangle roots so much deeper than yours could ever be Lux: I told you, there's no need to worry about me, you can't hurt me Dash: that's fucked up Lux: Perhaps Dash: can I make it any better? Lux: no Lux: but that's okay Lux: now is better, there's no need to fix what's been Dash: I wasn't being plastic before, you're home now Lux: I feel it Lux: I have no choice but to give up my old definition but I'm less scared and 😢 at the prospect of the redefinition now, forced though it was Dash: it'll be okay Dash: we'll make it happen that it's only that Dash: or like better Lux: you're not a bad person Lux: I can tell Dash: if I'm someone you like, I'm cool with it Lux: good Lux: I need people right now, you know Dash: everyone at the farm, they'll be what you need Dash: they are for me Lux: what do you need them for? Dash: a blast Dash: my other fam want me to change some shit I do Lux: 🚀👌 Lux: I get that Lux: is it stuff you can't change or don't wanna Dash: idk if I recognise the difference Lux: sounds like a can't, then Dash: stepping into new 👟 feels like a bad scene Dash: I fuck with the ones I've worn in Lux: That's up to you Lux: I like new shoes Lux: maybe they're just worried your feet are getting all scrunched outta place Dash: yours are groovy though Dash: not handed down Dash: they fit you Lux: I had to steal 'em though Lux: and when my dad found 'em they sent me away Dash: a 🦊 like I said Lux: have you seen the fox and the hound? Dash: nah Dash: it's disney yeah? Lux: Yep Lux: I'm gonna make you watch it Dash: I'm about netflix & chill Lux: We'll chill first Lux: its real sad Lux: 😭 Dash: I be trying to chill with you nonstop though Dash: how bad do you want me to 👀 at things other than you Lux: 🤭 Lux: maybe your cinematic education can wait Lux: if we're truly to make the most of alone alone time Dash: lay it on me that I'm an ugly crier another day Dash: we're making beautiful things happen Lux: you're Lux: just like Lux: seraphic Dash: around you, I gotta be Lux: nu-uh Lux: I can't tell Lux: I fell out of God's favour like a long time ago Dash: you can tell Dash: you're still 👼 Dash: the fallen ones were the most beautiful anyway, yeah? Dash: god's a jealous 🐈 Lux: All angels are beautifulc Lux: and genderless actually, like God Lux: beyond our limited understanding, better Dash: cool Lux: for them Lux: its self-idolatry if you want it for yourself Lux: 🚫 Dash: if I want you for myself, what sin is that? Lux: you actually wanna know? 'cos I've always thought this particular subset of sins sounds unintentionally hot Dash: I'm listening intently Lux: peccata clamantia Lux: The sins that cry to Heaven for Vengeance 🤤 Lux: they're the ones that God will deliver his justice upon, lots of people only know about the seven deadly Lux: but they're the least serious, actually Dash: shit Lux: guess that's why it feels so good Lux: shall we? Dash: 🌌 & god trying to stop us but I'm 💪 Lux: you want me Dash: yeah Lux: then you can have me Dash: show up Lux: I am Lux: ⏲ Dash: right now though Lux: if only my bike had wings Dash: that can be your festival wish Dash: mine too cos I've waited fucked up amounts of time for you Lux: 💡 Lux: your mind, boy Lux: though patience is evidently not your virtue, I'm not mad about it Lux: at all Dash: idc about virtues if you're a sin Lux: you're making me all pink Dash: it's a beautiful colour for you Lux: you're the loveliest 🐺 I've ever known Dash: I wanna be Lux: you are baby Dash: you're like a song I can't get out of my head Dash: & it's the most Dash: I'm so connected to every word Lux: You make me feel really...high but it that warm, soft focus way where there's no bad thoughts or feelings at all, no doubt or regret or shame creeping in, just the good washing over you again and again, like that split-second after you cum but Lux: prolonged Lux: its crazy, you're crazy Dash: we can live in it Lux: lets Dash: I'm in Lux: 🎡🎢🎠 Dash: 🎪🤹 Lux: 🤡 Dash: 🦁🐯 Lux: 🐘 Dash: 🍿 Lux: 🥜 Dash: 🐿️ Lux: 😱 Lux: how could you Mr Squirell Dash: he's gotta eat Lux: He could've just asked Dash: he don't know you like that Dash: thought you'd say nah Dash: I tried to persuade him he wasn't right on & you're 👍 but I must not 🗨🐿 Lux: 😂 Lux: he's more than likely from my homeland, I'll speak to him Lux: can't understand your accent Dash: gabh mo leithscéal Lux: 🤗 what did you say?! Dash: pardon me Dash: is 🗨🍀 on your list? Lux: I've always wanted to Lux: no one at my father's church really spoke it Lux: or would teach me if they did Lux: will you? Dash: my mum taught me Dash: hers never spoke it either Dash: your turn to bring me an 🍎 Dash: but yeah Lux: 😣 damn Lux: someone else here might, I've heard loads of languages flying about Dash: eu também sei português Dash: also from that side of the fam Lux: I 👀 that Dash: Arlo & his brother & sisters are my cousins Lux: Ahh Lux: that's cool Lux: they're so cute Dash: there's many more but they don't live at the farm Dash: you have to catch 'em when they fly by Lux: I'll be sure to do that Lux: do they all have lots of kids, how are there so many Lux: no offense Dash: started with 11 Dash: & most of 'em had 👶s Lux: ELEVEN Lux: 🤔💡 Lux: are you mormons? Dash: 🌼 children ☮ Dash: it was a big-ish fam before that though 👵 had 8 Dash: & she's no hippie Lux: why are you an only-child? Dash: I'm not Dash: I've got an older brother Lux: oh, me too! Lux: he's 13 years older Lux: I was a miracle mistake baby Lux: where's yours Dash: at ⚽ training I think Dash: that's his bag Lux: oh he's not 👴 Lux: you didn't mention him before Dash: he's 18 months + on me Dash: but we're in different 🌌 Lux: I feel you Lux: it musta been nice when you were kids though Lux: I loved when there were kids in the congregation but people always moved on, from God or physically Dash: nah, it's been hassle from the jump Dash: he's 🏆🥇💪 Dash: I'm 💫🚀👀 Lux: you don't like him huh Dash: he's a drag Dash: we're usually jiving 🥊 there's no ☮ & 💓 Dash: messes with my equilibrium Lux: You gotta protect yourself Lux: I get it Dash: I knew you would Lux: 'course Lux: its the same with my brother and my mom Lux: they still 💓 me but they can't see me Dash: do you 💓 'em? Lux: oh of course Lux: they're my family Dash: do you wish you could see 'em? Lux: I wish I still lived with them Lux: but I understand why I can't Dash: do you get to 🗨? Lux: no Dash: can't you? if your dad didn't find out? Lux: No Lux: not unless I'm going to make efforts, make changes Lux: and I can't and that's two eternal sins Lux: at least Lux: could make a case for 3 Lux: so they have to turn away, you see Lux: they all love me but there's nothing they can do until I do Dash: I'm sorry Dash: that everything's so heavy for you Lux: you don't need to be sorry Lux: not your transgressions Dash: but I don't want you to change Dash: & idc if it's a sin Lux: you're sweet Lux: they just want to save me from hell Dash: we're gonna have to live forever Dash: to save you Lux: We better find the philosopher's stone Lux: or the fountain of youth Dash: the 🐿 will help Dash: he digs you now Lux: he's a wizard Lux: knew it 😏 Dash: most animals have magic Lux: true facts Dash: 🦊s who are unreal 👼s especially Lux: you're such a flirt Lux: 😋 Dash: yeah 😏 Dash: that's my magic 😍💖 Lux: I can't disagree Dash: 💭😘 Lux: you can dream 'til I get there Dash: I'm 👀 for your 🚲 Lux: I'm meant to be up on the balcony, not you Lux: love some role reversal Dash: yo don't be on the rebound, Romeo 💔 Lux: awh you jealous Dash: 🤣 Dash: of someone you forget at the start of the play as soon as you 🕰 me? nah baby Dash: but it's salty to the other 💘 Lux: It saves her life Lux: she's fine, honestly, thriving Dash: okay then yeah, I am jealous Dash: of her thrive Lux: poor boy Dash: it's no bummer, like Dash: she ain't gonna be immortal, that's me & you Dash: our fam Lux: there's only so much magic to go around Dash: however much there is, we gotta use it right Lux: 🎺 that's holy decree Dash: & royal 👑 Lux: okay sweet prince Lux: 🤭 Dash: if I go solo from the band, there's an outta sight name Lux: you could do so many covers 💜 Dash: it'd be groovy Dash: but I ain't leaving the group Lux: not before its started Lux: have some loyalty, boy Dash: yo not ever Lux: we gonna do a blood oath Dash: use your hair as a 🔪 before the 🥑 & 🥥 hits Dash: or the ✂ I don't Lux: 😂 you're horrible Lux: and its far too limp for that Dash: nah your hair is 💣 Lux: ☺ Lux: really Dash: yeah Lux: it grew quite fast Dash: 🔮✨ Lux: I'm gonna grow it as long as I can Dash: there might be a better recipe Dash: I'll 🗨 to every 🐤 on the farm Lux: I wish I had curls like them too Lux: most of them Lux: alas Dash: you can borrow mine Lux: you're the bestest friend in the whole 🌌 Dash: 🤞🤝👐 Lux: let down your long hair then Lux: I think I've arrived Dash: [let her in and give her a house tour boy] Lux: [we clearly need Cosmo to come back like Dash did in that convo jussayin] Dash: [payback tbh so yeah we do] Lux: [she'd just be chatting up a storm, awks] Dash: [casually steer her to your room as fast as you can like] Lux: [just being like wanna come watch fox and the hound lmao] Dash: [she's so cute bye] Lux: [at least Cosmo won't be rude to you, even if he is like umm] Dash: [just thinks she's high probably] Lux: [most likely] Dash: [rude but fair] Lux: [when is your brother not as far as you're concerned] Dash: [exactly dr phil] Lux: [anything else we wanna though?] Dash: [we know what's up I think we can post it]