#life stuff .ᐟ

[bluemerakis]

this post is a lil different from my usual, but i’m going to be real with you all—my mental health hasn’t been the greatest as of late. with college picking up full-fledged, i’ve been super drained, and ontop of real life issues, the pressure of wanting to get works out for you all on tumblr has been taking a massive toll on me :,)

it’s really a fault owed to the pressure i put on myself, but that’s why i think i just need to take a step back while i figure out a new routine where i can balance both college and this little, passionate hobby of mine. it’s no secret i’m pursuing a difficult degree, and i’ve only consistently started posting on tumblr nov last year where i was on holiday and had all the time to devote to this app—but that’s changed now and i’ve just gotta find a way to balance things so that i’m not investing too much time into this hobby when my focus should be on my studies. so it’s all a new experience to me and it’s been a bit of a challenge to navigate now that i’ve got a fuller schedule.

i’m also sorry that ive been so awful with responding to dms, but i hope this post serves as an explanation as to why. when i’m not in the greatest state of mind, i struggle to reach out and interact with people—but i swear it’s never personal. i really do love and appreciate every single one of you and it’s a lovely part of my days getting to interact with all my moots and followers alike. and most importantly, i appreciate your endless patience with me!! i really do. i know i’m not the most consistent poster and that i don’t always release things when i said i would—but i swear i’ll try to do better in the future!!

to all the requests that have been sent through to me, know that i have started each and every one of them. i have been trying to complete them in the order from the oldest to the newest requests i’ve received, but i have no definite answer for when they’ll be released. i genuinely love all of your lovely ideas and i can’t wait until the time i get to fully bring them to life and present it to the public. i am still happy to receive requests during my break, but please just send them in with the knowledge that i do take my time with them. thank you!! <3

so long story short, i’ll be taking a break from tumblr. i’m not too sure for how long—when i figure it out, i’ll figure it out. i’ll still be hopping on every now and again to check in with my moots, but in terms of creating, i’ll have to put a pause on that. if i find the heart and energy to, i might randomly release works i’ve been busy wrapping up.

in the meantime, i hope you all remember to take care of yourselves and i’m sending my love and support to all of you who may be enduring invisible battles right now—you’re not alone and you’re so dearly loved. ❤️ i’ll see you all soon.

love, mera

[rogueacolyte]

art and patrick but it’s the 90s

[yanna-bear]

PLEASE I just want to have a bond as strong as both nana’s (nana the anime) if I had that I’ll finally be able to break free from these shackles ⛓️

[bootycallin]

B(W)ETTER THAN ME !?

꩜ .ᐟ basically: vi hears from you that it's practically impossible for you to cum without having your clit played with, and guys never seem to find it to begin with. she takes that as a challenge.

cw: female reader with female anatomy. close friend vi. you can read this as modern au if you want, idfk. strap usage. doggy and then into another position idk the name of. manhandling. mentions of edging. petnames (doll, baby, etc.). overstimulation? squirting. very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. no plot just pôrn.

a/n; shoutout to my girls who are literally impossible to please without playing w they clit, we fightin for our lives over here. don’t expect a lot of pretty looking posts like this, i got excited. again, if any stuffs missing, pls tell me!! hope u like it…

NSFW UTC

"oh, really, doll?" it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you. "it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.

"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break." she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human. "hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in. "no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--" it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once. because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.

"want me to sto-"

"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.

"fuck- just- gh!-"

you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.

you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.

oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.

"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.

"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"

"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-

"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?

she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.

"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.

"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.

"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--

you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--

oh. oh.

the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.

too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.

"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.

"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.

"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.

"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.

"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[yerchokito]

PRETTY KITTY TURNS PRETTY HORNY .ᐟ FT SATORU GOJO

synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friends…

warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader

notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I don’t want to fix it..

edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date

Phew, you did it.

You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!

You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.

That was more than enough to convince you.

Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And he’s just the cutest little—er big thing! He’s got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!

You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!

He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.

But that’s all a problem for future you!

Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!

As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!

The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…

Note to self: get a baby cam.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Maybe this was a mistake.

Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!

But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.

He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.

He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.

He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!

He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.

And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.

Incident #1

“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!

“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.

But, apparently you adopted the devil.

He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.

You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.

Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.

It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.

Incident #2

It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.

A peaceful day.

Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.

“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.

He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.

“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.

Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.

Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.

Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.

Incident #3

Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.

Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.

Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.

“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.

“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.�� Again silence, wait—what the-?

“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.

“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.

“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.

“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.

“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.

“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.

…

Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.

Note to self: Get him neutered.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.

He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!

It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.

Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!

“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.

“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.

He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.

“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.

Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?

What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!

He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.

“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.

Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.

“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.

For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…

rripp!

“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.

He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.

He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.

Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.

Hmm maybe he should.

Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.

He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.

Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.

He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!

His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.

“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.

Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.

Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.

“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.

He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.

“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.

In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.

All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.

With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.

This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!

“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.

Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.

“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.

Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!

You’ll never live this down.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care.

“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.

“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.

His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.

It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.

He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.

…

It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.

You’ll definitely regret this later.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Oh god, why did you do that!

Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!

Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—

“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.

Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!

Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.

Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.

At Least he’s extra cuddly!

[tteokdoroki]

✎ᝰ. OCT 1ST ★ BONDAGE - satoru gojo .ᐟ

[CHAPTER ONE RAPUNZEL] satoru gojo as flynn rider + bondage. once upon a time, a girl trapped in a tower with nothing but her extremely lavish, long hair as company decides…fuck it and sleeps with a handsome stranger to get what she wants ( 9.1K ).

✧ chapter contents - minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, rapunzel!au, strangers to lovers, role reversal & switching, orgasm control, sensory deprivation, edging, thigh riding, spit kink, outer-course, begging, handjobs (m!recieving), reader's hair has blonde streaks but colour remains ambigous, rapunzel + fem!reader, flynn rider!satoru gojo.

✧ fairy godmother's note - yippieee!! kickstarting spooky season with this hefty boy. we have our glorious blue eyed king welcoming you all to our fourth annual tteokdoroki kinktober - i hope you all like what's planned this year and enjoy this piece to start with !! kissies hehe <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ☆

“you’re going to take me to see the floating lights. or else.” 

“or else, what, honey?” 

ever since satoru gojo climbed the wooden lattice sewn to your tower by blooming, overgrown weeds and winding vines effectively invading the safest space in the world ( according to mother ), he’s been a pain in your fucking ass. when he’d first arrived, a towering and unfamiliar figure creeping about the main floor — your heart had dropped to the base of your stomach, pulsing rapidly with fear while he scoped the scene. you’d never come across a man before, mother had made sure of that, warning you of their cruelty and ugliness both inside and out. except satoru looked nothing like the descriptions your mother had left you with, you’d say that the man was stunning. not that you had much to compare him to.

his hair was a crisp white, appearing soft to the touch much like the snowfall that came in the winter months (something about playing in it. contrastingly, his eyes were a beautiful shade of baby blue — eerily similar to that of a summer sky free of cloudiness. he was too good looking to be human, for it to be natural, almost as if satoru had strolled straight out of one of the many fairytale books mother purchased for you from the markets. although, over the years you’ve probably read each book cover to cover a million times and not one fictional prince could even match this stranger’s sheer beauty.

though for now, this handsome stranger’s looks would get him nowhere with you. strangers always came with dangers, and since all you’d known throughout your years of living were these four walls, you weren’t going to take any chances with satoru and whatever problems he’d have brought with him.  initially and out of an unfamiliar fear, you’d  taken the nearest weapon to you (a frying pan) and cracked it right over his skull — watching the hunk of a human collapse to his knees and eventually black right out. if mother were around, she would have been proud. you’d tried not to feel any guilt trying to stuff his limp, lengthy limbs in your closet or under your bed because… well, what business does this stranger have with you? what the fuck is a man doing here? how did he get here? why is he here? 

your whole life you’ve been convinced that the outside word was treacherous and that you had to stay inside, where it was safe, because people were horrible and selfish — intent on hunting you down for the powers that lay intertwined in the coils of your hair. those specific streaks that glow a valuable gold between the usual  colour of your locks whenever you sang. mother would style them the way you liked every night — so long as you sung for her. you weren’t about to let mother down, nor risk the little life you built here together.

but, as it turns out, satoru wasn’t looking for the magic sprouting from your crown and entangled in your hair. it almost seemed like he had no idea about them either. rather, the moonlit haired man was looking for a place to lay low and hide after being chased through the forest for his satchel that seemingly carries something valuable. a crown… jewels that have a weight familiar to your head and sparkle like something you’ve seen before in a distant memory. 

“come to think of it, honey, where is my satchel?” cocking his head to the side, sky blue eyes peer up at you with a charm that sends a foreign swarm of butterflies ripping through your stomach.

you frown, accusingly pointing your weapon of choice at gojo’s head and puffing out your chest to appear as intimidating as possible while giving him your name. “i’ve hidden it in a secure location—“ 

“it’s in that pot…isn’t it?” 

as best as he can in the handcuffs he can call locks of your hair, the tower’s newfound infiltrator gestures towards a colourful pot in the corner of tne room. what? all you could think of in the moment is restraining him against the chair and why waste perfectly good rope when you’ve got such length to your own hair? the pot was the closest spot too.you knock him out swiftly after his guess, not giving gojo the satisfaction of finding his precious purse.

now, with the satchel hidden once more, satoru gojo semi-concussed and conscious once again — you realise that for the first time in your life, you have some kind of leverage to bargain with. you need someone to take you to see the floating lights that illuminate the sky on your birthday, every year. satoru needs his… crown? that so obviously doesn’t belong to him. of course, he would have stolen it, mother always said men were no good and always take what isn’t theirs (oh the irony). nonetheless, it  was the perfect match of desires.

this way, you could prove to mother that you weren’t weak like she said you were. that you could cope by yourself and go explore the outside world. it wouldn’t be how it usually is with mother — where you ask for something and instantly get denied because she believes you to be too naive to function in a world outside of her. not this time. this time you have a bargaining chip. a satchel containing a valuable so rare that satoru was willing to risk his life for.

your captive wriggles against the restraints of your hair, woven around the chair like tough knots of a rope to keep him at bay. while the silver haired fox may not have canines like your mother suggested, you have no idea how powerful he could be. contrastingly, gojo finds your hair to be soft against his skin, ticklish along the veins of his arms despite how secure it has him strapped down. he’s forced to listen and to follow your every move across the floor plan, guided by the strength of your hair tugging him about.

“i have a proposition for you. come, look.” drawing back a curtain to reveal a painting from earlier — you recite your plan to your intruder. tomorrow evening, he will take you to see the floating lights … ahem…lanterns that drift across the sky on your birthday every year and then, return you safely to the tower before mother returns. it’s an easy deal.  “i won’t give your satchel back until then,” you stutter out fiercely, adjusting your height and the grip you have on the cool metal frying pan. “you won’t get it back until you’ve taken me to see the lights.” 

“oh whatever, i can just take it back, honey,” satoru goads, cockily ripping his head back in patronising laughter. even though the melodious sound makes irritation bubble hot underneath your skin, you can’t help the way your eyes are immediately drawn to the man’s Adam’s apple as it bobs delectably along with his chuckles. “as soon as i get out of this…hair? hair.” pale blue eyes flicker up to your face when gojo fixes himself in the seat he’s fixed to. they bore deeply into your soul, reading you with as much ease as you have flicking through the same three books that you own. you feel the weight of your hair shift around satoru’s shoulders as he gestures down to it nearly wrapped around his bulging forearms (not that you’d been paying attention). “this is kinda freaky, hon. don’cha think?” a slow sexy smirk tugs at the corners of gojo’s plush, glossy lips, or rather, he smoulders attempting to woo you into giving him what he wants. “you don’t seem like the freaky type, sweetheart.”

once more, a frustrated flame flares up in the middle of your chest — you’d feel offended for sure if you know what gojo meant. “freaky?” 

“as in like… dubious?” he grins in response, running the pink tip of his tongue over his straight, perfectly white teeth. “this is basically bondage, yanno?”

you blink once. confused.

“improper?” 

nothing, not one of these synonyms or explanations from the smiling idiot makes any more sense to you — bringing you to tilt your head to the side, innocently like a puppy that makes satoru laugh once more. this time it actually does something to you. sends weird butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

with a shake of snow white locks and an inhale that sounds amused as it goes, your hostage clicks his tongue — letting those cooling blue eyes slink up and down your virtuous frame . the swell of his lower lip trapped between pretty perfect teeth. “as in sexy, sweet thing.” satoru’s sickly sweet and powdered sugar coo slips through one ear and out of the other like hot, viscous molasses, you immediately shudder — flustered down to the meat on your bones, curling in on yourself as your faux intimidation tactics melt from your body and slip between the floorboards beneath your bare feet. “gosh! you’re so innocent,” his gaze rips away from you, and you fight back an unexpected whimper, missing the intruder’s gaze on you. “guess that’s what being trapped in a place like this does to a darlin’ thing like you. you wouldn’t last a day out there.” 

he’s patronising you. speaking to you as though you’re no more than a child. however, being talked over and down on is all you’ve ever known, especially from your mother… but the way he acts reminds you of all of the advice she’s bestowed upon you over the years. mother tells you all the time, how naive and silly you are. how people will try and take advantage of your looks and your kindness. and so you decide to use your mother’s advice — if all humans, act like dogs, you’ll throw one a bone and wait for them to come back for more. 

steeling yourself, you use a loop of your hair to drag gojo’s chair toward you — positioning him like a puppet beneath your cold, hard stare. he man spreads on the chair as best as he can in his restraints, leaning back while his seat tilts backwards on a forty-five degree angle — drawing your eyes from his face to his thick thighs momentarily. “you are going to take me to see the lights. it’s a promise, not a threat,” you whisper into the air that buzzes with tension between you both, leaning down and pinning gojo in place. you’re so close, so little proximity between your faces, that you can practically feel his warm breath lingering on the damp skin of your lips. “and i promise, i’ll make this worth your while.” 

your voice lowers an octave, smooth and buttery and just right. like a snare for a wild white rabbit or bait on a hook — it peaks satoru’s interest, illicit thoughts and desires flashing behind his pupils like lightbulb ideas. “oh, honey. i can make you see stars alright,” he looks up at you then, with an expression of heat and thirst, dragging you into a pool of shining blue eyes that you barely manage to free yourself from. drowning in his attention once more. you stand over him proudly, between his legs smugly and all he wants to do is wipe the winning smile from your face and show you a real good time. 

if he could, gojo would reach up and grab at your hips possessively, if he could he’d cup your neck and let his fingers toy with your baby hairs to pull you into a sloppy kiss. he can’t help the way white hot desire spreads through his system like throwing gasoline on an open fire and pile of wood. he grins mischievously, and in response, a brand new sensation stirs within your lower tummy — blistering hot as it zips between your chest and your core.

you sense the change in the atmosphere and gojo does too. both of you dying to scratch the itch on the part of your brain that is the control centre for lust. but you remind yourself what this is truly about, tell yourself not to get lost in the haze of it all, and will yourself to throw a loop of your hair over daring blue eyes like a blindfold — acting fast to secure a seat in an unsuspecting satoru gojo’s vacant lap.

he grunts in surprise, flinches when he realises one out of five of his senses are down. “what the fuck—?” gojo spits, cocky smirk melting away. 

“shhh,” you taunt the man under your breath, leaning forward so that your voice coasts over the shell of his ear like a summery breeze. it invokes a sense of pride within your chest when your hostage tilts his head to follow your voice — his own breathing erratic and increasingly shallow with how he begins to struggle against your restraint on him. “you won’t get a chance to make me see those lights. not if i get you to see them first.” 

in truth, you've got nothing planned. you’ve never been in the same room as a man, let alone pleasure them the way that you’ve read in books you’d borrowed from your mother. 

the reality of the scene before you is daunting, giving up part of your virtue just to prove a point and get to see the floating lights like you’ve always wanted…but at the same time — it’s your one chance at freedom that’s at stake here. “you don’t sound so sure about that, sweetheart,” satoru taunts you with the peaks in his voice coltishly high. he continues to wrestle against the restraints of your hair — he’s strong and with a little more force he could escape but it’s like he senses your hesitancy. 

like he knows for certain you won’t make good on your promise. just like mother. 

that much is evident in the way his smooth, glossy lips tick upwards into an arrogant smirk. 

your determination to prove him wrong grows more and more by the second, so before you succumb to your nerves again, you let your free hand claw with way over gojo’s right shoulder — steadying him, forcing him to sit still as you make a comfortable seat out of his widespread lap. he tenses at first, unable to see you move, but his grin remains, you have no idea if it’s because he’s proud of you or doubting you — but the expression only serves to piss you off even more.

“what’s next, sweetheart?” 

a strangled growl is your only reply, the most menacing sound you can muster as you lift head upwards and his pool of loose silver-moon locks fall out of place. with a shuddering breath and a hold of gojo’s restraints, you press your lips to his in a shaky kiss — still unsure of where your lips go and what to do with your teeth and how to move your tongue. the captive beneath you knows it and takes advantage of your weakness, nipping at the swell of your lower lip gently — hardly enough to draw blood. satoru is testing you, telling you to be brave and take from him. prove to him that you’re willing to do whatever you want for him to make your silly childhood dream come true.

he allows you to fight back, despite this being your idea, lets you forcefully grab his angular jaw and capture him in a proper spit-swapping kiss. if he really wanted to, he’d find a way to escape from the tight bounds of your lengthy hair. but he doesn’t. gojo lets you swallow him down; push your tongue exploratively into his mouth and lap at his foreign flavour. he wants your tongue to take dominance from his, pink appendages sloppily rolling over one another, slipping and sliding as you take and take from satoru.

the kiss, already uncoordinated from your lack of experience, becomes hurried and hungry and wet the more you steal from satoru. you take and take and take until his glass his half full and his brain slowly becomes devoid of all logical thought. he comes the prey to your predatory mouth, missing the way your hand frees his pale cheek and fingers fluidly traverse down his broad shoulders, over his marble sculpted body to find purchase in the belt loops of his bothersome pants. now curious, you feel your way down the front of the fabric and grin into the hot and heavy kiss when satoru’s lets out a breathy, staggered moan into your open mouth. 

his swelling erection twitches in response to your inquisitive hand, slender hips involuntarily jumping upwards.

“fuuuck,” satoru chuckles airily, words featherlight as they breeze along your lips. his head keens upwards too, chasing the weight of your hot sticky tongue in his mouth — desperate to be closer, craving the feeling of your nose knocking against his and your breath on his cheek from just how pressed up against each other you are. “fuck baby that’s it. kiss me more, touch me harder…” he’s addicted before he even knows what you have to offer, what he’s getting himself into. if you could see his eyes from under his binding, you’d bare witness to pleading blue pools swirling with a painful desire as he twitches beneath you, wriggling his wrists to get free. “c’mon, touch me.” he adds between sloppy pecks.

backing your face out of satoru’s reach, you break the drooly lip lock — letting your lungs fill with oxygen it had once missed, while your heaving chest syncs up with the intruder you have strapped  to a chair. you pull away, connected to the man by not just your hair, but a string of saliva glazed across your lips — cautiously, your tongue dart out to break the the between your eager mouths, two sets of uneven panting filling the quiet air. 

the two of you remain unmoving and unwilling to back down while you catch your breath; but your hand remains in the centre of gojo’s lap — rocking it back and forth, back and forth over his growing bulge. you stare at him, observing the reactions that he tries so hard to control. little twitches to his pink swollen lips and the flare of his nostrils whenever your palm makes contact with a sensitive spot. all this waiting is agony, the white haired captive might die if he doesn’t get more from you soon. 

satoru whines impatiently as a result, knowing full well what you want and you won’t ask him again — not when you’re tauntingly squeezing his cock for a second, third, fourth, fifth time. he doesn’t fucking know — overwhelmed by waves of lust-infested blood rushes to its blistering hot tip. “fuck! okay, okay fine. i’ll take you! just—“ the chair rattles from the force of gojo’s struggle against your restraints, which hardly covers the low moan that escapes from between his plush glossy lips while his length pulses against the inside of his pants. “just fuck me. touch me. anything.”

something about his tone being all desperate and high activates a part of you that you never even knew existed. a part of you that knows what to do next… even if you haven’t acted it out, you’ve enough books to remember what the erotic ones say.

only then, after he pleads, do you use your shaky hands to tug down the garment — pulling them towards his knees as best as you can against your hair until the button pops free. the zipper follows easily and the waistband falls away from starlight skin and slender hips. everything gets hotter; any fresh air between your bodies becoming tinged with the need for sex as the scorching ghost of your fingertips leaves burn marks against satoru’s pelvis, and sends heatwaves of ardour from the base of his spine to the top of his skull.

satoru’s squirming pauses while he waits with uneven breathing for your next move — tongue pressing up against the barricade of his white teeth to prevent himself from taunting you further or perhaps to stop himself from belting out another pathetic set of whimpers. he wishes he could see you, those sweet innocent eyes looking down at him as you peel back the last layer of fabric stopping you from accessing his painfully hard erection. his underwear. 

when you gasp in shock, pride weaves itself between the bones that protect his heart and lungs like an uninvited weed, he knows that he’s decent. longer than he is thick, bright red at his mushroomed tip and leaky from just how turned on he is. there’s a trail of silver moon hair that leads you down a path from his belly button to the thickest part of his dick too. but oh, how satoru gojo wishes he could see.. the way you lick your lips as drool drowns your tongue, mouth watering at the sight of his length slapping against his clothed stomach while he manspreads for you. the way your pupils dilate, the colour in your eyes swallowed by a dark veil of carnality. 

this is a hunger you’ve never experienced before, a type of starvation that makes your hand lurch forward before your brain can control it, gripping satoru at the base of his milky, slender shaft. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a cock; let alone held one between your tiny fingers — it’s much warmer than you anticipated, tacky to the touch from dribbles of precum running down from his untouched tip, but you like it. the weight, the wet sound it makes when you slightly flick your wrist around satoru. not to mention the stuttered groan he lets out, his head falling against the support of the chair and yanking slightly on the blindfold made of hair that covers his eyes.

if you weren’t sitting in his lap, you’d want him in your drooling mouth. you’d sink down to your knees like the girls in your naughty books and take him down your virgin throat, just so you could look up at satoru and watch the sweat bead down his jawline and run a track over his bobbing adam’s apple. but you’re not and you’ve got a point to prove, so you loop your hair around your other wrist to tighten his restraints and extend a thumb upward from his base to his seedy tip, jamming the pad of it through the slit where he pre forms in thick, creamy pearls. as white as those that come from an oyster.

“that’s it gorgeous, just like that…” satoru leers up at you huskily, voice tinged with neediness that he fails to mask. he seems to like the way you touch him and you’re sure to use a delicate hand when you smooth the supple pad of your thumb over the pad of his sensitive tip, rubbing his opaque precum into it sweetly. “touch me s’more? you can do it… i know you’re shy, can hear your breathing ‘n how heavy it is. shit, you’re new at this.” saliva slows down satoru’s salacious words as he rambles to you with swollen lips and rosy cheeks, angling his head in whatever direction your breath seems to be coming from. 

he’s in tatters, destroyed by a few simple touches with his hard on smearing white across the front of his clothes. you roll your palm over his mushroomed cockhead next to test the waters and take pleasure in admiring the way he trembles, grasping at the arms of the chair you have him strapped to in order to ground himself. it’s torture for satoru to be this patient, killing him slowly from the inside out like a virus spreading across his brain and other vital organs — but it doesn’t mean you’re in any better state. practically dripping in his lap with your panties dampening more and more every time satoru so much as whimpers. past the point of being turned on by the sight of a strong, powerful man weak and blindfolded underneath you.

satoru bucks upward at your command, sucking in a breath as his sensitive, seedy slit bumps your palm once more. “s-shit… please.”

the improper ness of the entire situation sends a zap of electricity to your swelling clit. you’ve only ever imagined being with someone like this as you have seeing the floating lights — touching yourself beneath your skirts and under your painted ceilings whenever you were brave enough. now you’re here, spread over the thick thighs of a possible thief who begs you to jerk him off. “s-shut up,” you hiss as embarrassment and  inexperience begins to shine through the deal you’ve struck with gojo, the fact that he can tell as much and still wants this has you soaked all the way through and aching for friction as well. 

you’ve never been in possession of so much power in your life. mother never let you have it. but right now, you can taste it sparking between you and gojo, smell it in the air teeming mixed with a cocktail of your arousals. in the moment you realise that the silver haired man would cling onto every one of your sugar-coated words (no matter how nervous) if it meant he got the fuck he wanted in the end. and you would get to see your lights too.

“just… tell me what to do,” you say without realising how husky your own voice has gotten. “i promised you your crown, to make you feel good if you took me to see the lights. and i never go back on a promise. s-so tell me.” talking yourself into it and building up some more confidence, you circle over satoru’s bulbous cockhead again — gaze laser focused on the burning bright red colour as it oozes. you know that he likes it and it makes his head spin so much that he starts to fight against the restraint of your hair again. “i won’t let you go, not until this is over. so tell me what i can do to make you cum.” 

despite not being able to see his entire face, gojo’s smug smile says it all — his perfect teeth cheerily on display, contrasting with the flustered pink tint to his cheeks. “cup it, make a fist around my cock so you can jerk me off’a little bit,” a haughty moan scratches at the walls of your captive’s throat when you follow his guidance and finally grip him fully, soft and supple hands easily dwarfed by the size of him. satoru’s shaft may be a little thinner, but he’s thick enough to fill your own throat and cause a stretch to your quivering hole with his balls being round, plump and full of white hot seed saved up just for you. “christ, squeeze my base a lil’ before you get movin’,” at first contact, satoru’s thighs tremble deliciously against your mound, blood rushing to your clit and through the forked veins that spiral down his length. 

your senses are overwhelmed, he smells so good — of peppermint and a musky twang of sex act like dangerous smelling salts or fumes. you could get addicted if you weren’t careful. you’re super aware of each ridge and firm vein that decorates him and as you start to palm satoru steadily, you notice just how sticky your hand is — movements guided by the wet cream of his cock. slipping and sliding as your closed fist moves up and down, up and down, occasionally squeezing the base of him just like he asked. your knuckles brushing the soft bush of pubic hair at his pelvis. you can only imagine how everything feels for him, not being able to see at all.

the thought just barely crosses your mind — too focused on speeding up your soiled hand around gojo just to hear more of his angelic gripes and groans that rise and fall from his heaving chest. how good all of this must feel for the man without being able to see. every touch must make him tick and drip and throb achingly. he must feel weak too, completely vulnerable to anything you might do to him while blindfolded and unable to touch you because of bonds formed by your hair. 

once you set a steady rhythm to your closed fist to jerk him off with, gojo takes a breather to announce his next command — head shaking side to side with moonlight locks sticking to his forehead in an attempt to alleviate the inferno of desire spreading through of his limbs. “now spit on it,” he states bluntly, an obvious dip to the octave in his voice. you can’t possibly imagine why he’d need spit; your hand is already glossed with a shiny layer of precum, tainting your knuckles from the viscosity. 

you swallow thickly, but don’t dare stop pleasuring your captive stranger. “w-what?” 

“are you kidding me just—“ leaning forward as best as he can while held back by the strong locks of your hair, like rope around his wrists. dopamine crackles over your brain like fireworks in an enclosed space at the scene that unfolds next, satoru pursing his lips to spit onto his own milky dick — letting the frothy mix from mouth join the mess that lubes the both of you up where connected. “just spit on it, honey. thought you wanted me to feel it.”  

licking your lips, you rub down satoru’s girth far enough to drag the glob of spit down to his tender weighty balls, that pulse at your gentle touch. the feeling makes satoru’s entire body jolt like an electric shock — a gargled groan clambering out from the depths of his panting chest as his jaw goes slack and mouth falls open. “please. please spit on it, honey. god please.. need you to wet my cock. i need it so bad, promise i’ll be fucking good.” blind but with his remaining senses in tact, gojo remains largely vulnerable to your touch, his entire world tilting on one axis when you grip his dick a little harder at his request. causing a ring of white to gather where the circle of your wrist envelopes him.

at his begging. which you swear makes you gush like a small, erotic stream — your juices sloshing about in the gusset of your panties while your sex goes unattended.

so you nod obediently, tilting your head forward and parting your swollen lips to let a thick, syrupy string of your own spit ooze onto his plump and sore balls, stroking him rapidly to spread it over his creamy tip as well. your spit is contrastingly cool in comparison to the natural lubricant smeared all over your captive’s palpitating dick — causing it to grow impossibly harder. it slickens up your hand, evidence of the silver haired man’s arousal seeping through the fabric of his crumpled shirt and coils of your restrictive hair. neither of you can bring yourselves to care in the moment — all you can think to do is relish in gojo’s size.

he’s so big, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered how satoru fit entirely inside your tight hole, stretching you out in the new future — earning yourself a fresh wave of liquid lava hot essence to your ruined panties. you dare to dream onwards, picturing the azure eyed stranger fucking you against the walls of the tower in every way the man knew possible… you have no idea what he’s capable of when untied. but the sight of him lazily thrusting into your filthied fist like it’s instinct, following it like a moth to a candle flame, is enough dream fuel to last you a lifetime. even after the deal is complete and the lights are just a distant memory. 

eventually, you decide to pull off of satoru to give your wrist a break — walking your fingers up the broad expanse of his built chest to tweak his nipples between your tingling bodies. his entire frame is wracked with a case of shivers, mouth parting in a high-pitched, whiny whimper with strings of saliva connecting its roof to his tongue. you’re so pathetically turned on, drool pooling on your tongue like a hot flash flood. 

it’s why you tighten your grip on your hair and thus his restraints, resulting in satoru staggering forward. closer, panting like a damn dog in rut. drawing your free hand up towards your lips and away from his pecs, the proximity between you becomes so little that satoru can practically smell the musky evidence of sex that you lick from your hand. “oh… you taste so good,” you lament in a dulcet tone, failing to miss the way gojo’s dangerous azure eyes dart about beneath his makeshift blindfold, probably dying to see you get a taste of him.

“d-don’t say that, you’ll make me fuckin’ cum, honey.” he gulps, involuntarily pumping his hips into the air, chasing your hand which he needs so desperately to feel good. “please don’t stop.” while begging you — satoru is the perfect picture of a ruined man, though you’re sure he would say the same about you if you hadn’t strapped your hair over his line of vision. his milky skin glistens as though it’s the very source of light for the silvery moon — illuminated by droplets of sweat from the exertion off fucking your fist like a squelching, welcoming pussy. his cheeks glow warmly with a dusty shade of pink and there’s a red ring forming around his lips from where he’s bitten them to control his wails of ecstasy.

succumbing to the obscenity of it all,  you reach forward and lick a stripe into his hellfire hot mouth. effectively sharing the saltine flavour of gojo’s own precum with him while he languidly sucks all the tang from your pink appendage. his angel white lashes flutter shut at the heaviness of your tongue against his own. the kiss is messy and mismatched, saliva seeps from the corners of your mouth and drags a sticky train down your chin. parting briefly, you spit it into the middle of your palm — happily taking satoru’s cock back into your talented hold and providing a solace to soothe its passionate ache. 

“ngh… i can feel you. f-fuck. feel you tryin’ not to grind against me, sweetheart.” somehow, gojo finds pockets of air to taunt you in — his voice an arousing mix of a raspy whine and cocky tone. “so wet, i can smell you too. so sweet. dripping all over your panties while you jerk me off. do you need that needy pussy taken care of?”

everything he’s said is true, while the man with the sweaty silver locks fought to escape the prison of your hair — desperate to see how you pleased him, you fought the growing pit in your stomach. the urge to use satoru for release. you’d never hit your peak with another person before, only your smaller-than-his fingers whenever mother left for more than a day or two. 

you admit to nothing, continuing to stroke satoru to his own high — his panted moans accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin from your hand fisting him to the high heavens.  “please baby, i wanna help get you off. feel that wet little cunt. let me go, i’ll be so good to you if you let me touch your sweet c—“ 

“n-no! we had a deal. my rules.” you stutter, denying yourself. denying him.

“c’mon sweetheart,” a strained and petulant whine echoes throughout the tower — satoru thrusting shallowly through your closed hand in order to match his rhythm to the flick of your wrist. “please, god, baby. if you won’t let me touch you, or at least see you, then can you put that pretty pussy on my thigh? ride it real good? wanna know how you sound when you’re being pleasured…when you give into it all. please honey, give me somethin’ to work with. anythin’…”

gojo presses, like a disciple begging their god for mercy. begging you for mercy. there’s never been this much power in your reach, the ability to control a man who could easily over power you with your sex makes your mind feel egotistically weighty. your resolve crumbles just a tad, satoru’s neediness  chipping away at its foundation until your hips instinctively position themselves perfectly over the swell of his right thigh. how bad could it be? giving him an inch when you’ve taken a mile from him. mother says you’ve never been good at lying and right now, you can no longer pretend like your hips aren’t dying to slide back and forth over your capture like a desperate whore. 

like you don’t want to use him for more than just the floating lights, but to soothe the fire lit in your lower stomach — trailblazing down to your throbbing clit.

something clicks in your mind, all of your inhibitions are dashed from the tower as you briefly release satoru’s pathetically wet cock and restraints to pull up the skirts of your silk purple dress, exposing a slither of supple fat at your thighs. hurried movements deliver the same treatment to satoru’s pants. “this… this doesn’t change anything. doesn’t mean i’m letting you go just yet. it won’t affect our deal.” you warn the intruder but all sense of venom and authority is lost, evaporating into the temperate air and ending up as a piteous, meek mewl when your exposed mound makes first contact with man’s naked thigh.

if the sound of ruffling fabric hadn’t caught your hostage’s attention; the heat of your sopping sex against his moonlit skin definitely did. “fuck…that’s it. there we go, honey. put it on me,” a tinge of amusement lays evident in his gravelly voice, sets of slender digits peeking out of their hairy restraints to map out your doughy thighs and crawl their way up to the source of your essence. “i just knew you were wet for me, can feel how turned on you are.” as best as he can, gojo shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit — cooing in satisfaction when you ooze against him in response. you almost despise the way he laughs up at you condescendingly, as if he’s the one in control irregardless or the fact that you’re on top. 

maybe it’s the dopamine rush that makes your dynamic unclear — neither of you wanting to give up or take the lead. the lust fizzing in the cracks and crevices of your brain make you cute and pliant for gojo but hair woven over his body keeps him subdued and thirsty for you. 

like a gravitational pull, you buck downwards on the silver haired stranger’s toned thigh and smear the beginnings of your arousal all over him. you’ve barely been touched, oozing in viscous waves as you lose control over your body, rutting harder and faster. “watch your mouth.” you cry out, volume barely above a whisper, bottom lip trembling because it feels so good to use someone this way. 

resuming your hold on his dripping cock again as you rock your hips — you rearrange the loop of hair keeping gojo in place, covering his eyes just as your hair begins  to glow gold in time with your symphony of moans. “right, right, sorry. this doesn’t change things,” he flexes his thigh underneath your syrupy sex, strawberry tongue slipping out to wet his lips while your words fade away into a pretty little sigh. “but you wanna smack that messy clit all over my thigh, don’cha wanna make it creamy… even messier?” satoru all but jeers, the wisps of a smirk rising on the horizon of his lips now that your hips have formed their own rhythm over his leg.

they speed up their passionate dance on him, beads of glistening essence pearling between your two fat pussy lips. the slick smack of your naked cunt against his muscular thigh caused his dick to twitch in your hand — gojo thrusting up when you thrust down. he tilts his head down, catching a whiff of your heavenly scent in the air between you both. you hate that he’s right just as much as he hates not being able to see you and touch you properly — only catching glimpses of the golden light sparkling within your hair like a halo from underneath his makeshift blindfold.

you feel like you might be going insane, trapped underneath a non existent touch. like being pulled under waves of euphoria with aching lungs that don’t get enough air. near angelic screams of delight rip through the base of your throat contrast with the way you sinfully hump satoru and jerk him off to the point of his dick forming a creaminess in your hand. he bounces his thigh faster the higher you moan, rewarding you for all the hard work you put in to make this deal worth it.

“you’re no better… you’re filthy,” 

“that’s right honey, so dirty. all cause of you. messy with you, why won’t you let me see?”  the captive rambles, torn between fighting to break out of the bondage and listening to the lewd sticky noises your mound makes when gliding smoothly over his paled skin. satoru growls at how roughly your body moves above his own, face contorting lecherously, cheeks red and lips puffy — a mess from how long he’s been holding out for you. he’s a mess. it’s true. he won’t even deny it. “now fuckin’ stroke it baby, stroke me to the rhythm of your pussy bouncing up and down for me…please…” 

simpering slightly, gojo’s fingers twitch against the arm of the chair — itching to grab at your ass and slam you down against his shaky thigh. if you palm him more, grip him tighter… he can better imagine the warmth of your cunt if he got the chance to slip inside. for now, you oblige his request, pulling tighter on the bindings of your hair while you them use as leverage — throwing yourself down on satoru as the lewd pap of your drooling pussy fills the musky tower air. “that’s it honey, up ‘n down. uppp ‘n  down. keep goin’ just like that.” 

you don’t have the energy to chide him, jostling about in satoru’s lap with wet whimpers bubbling up on the seams of your lips. pleasure begins to twist nice and tightly in your tummy, scalding you from the inside out and burning any logical thought from your brain. head beginning to roll to the side, you think about fully submitting to your capture. letting go entirely — you’d be satisfied. you’d get to cum. your deal might fall through but at least you’d get to see a different kind of light. 

easily, you could just give up. it wouldn’t be hard to, not  when gojo firmly plants his feet into the tiled floor and the power from his hips has hip rutting upwards to chase your fleshlight-like fist. a beefy cry battles its way out of his broad chest, vibrating through you as his quivering thigh juts your pretty, syrupy cunt every time you lift off of him. 

it’s the perfect cycle; the ideal push and pull. you squeal in ecstasy, the hood of your clit dragged back so that your sensitive bundle of nerves is exposed to the blistering heat of satoru’s cool toned skin — taking you closer and closer to your high. streaks of your hair glow brighter than before, more intensely the louder you moan and just like they would if you were singing to help mother or while she brushed your hair. despite the strength in the light of your hair, everything else about you weakens, your grip on your hair, the pace of your hand as you palm satoru to the high heavens. you can’t think to care about any of it when you’re this close. 

if mother could see you now, you don’t think you’d mind if she was disappointed in you. 

but then you’re ripped away from the edge of cloud nine. satoru stops just short of the dam threatening to break. his thigh completely still with your juices splattering against him once your own hips come to a hault. a petulant howl echoes through the flower, frustrated tears stinging in your waterline as you feel your orgasm slip away from you cruelly. “what the fuck satoru?” 

“sorry honey….” he laughs heartily, a slight rasp coating each syllable from each word that leaves his mouth. “don’t think i like this deal very much. just ‘cause you feel good doesn’t mean you can forget about me,” gesturing to the way you gush on and stain his thigh, the captive with the silver moon hair shrugs. “you don’t get to cum or see the lights unless i get to see you.”

gojo’s been good so far, hardly challenging you this whole time and instead, goading you into a world of pleasure you would have never experienced under mother’s watchful eye. instead, he was content to have his cock touched and his name wailed a hundred different ways — he’d shown no indication of breaking your deal aside from this. so in turn, you halfheartedly let go of the loop of hair that kept his sapphire stained eyes away from the world and held his wrists down to the arms of his chair.  the restraints loosen just enough to please him and do what he needs to do. not enough to give him complete freedom. 

“fuck the deal.” you cast it all to the side, relentlessly resuming grinding all over gojo — pushing your hips back as far as his knee to smother your swollen pleasure against it.

this time, satoru is able witness the way your bambi doe eyes roll back into your emptying skull. 

with newfound motivation, the intruder begins quickly blinking away any darkness that caused a fuzz at the edge of his vision, gojo’s gaze immediately trickles down to your clenching hole, a treasure kept safe between your nectar glossed thighs; watching you ride him. “god, if i had my hands on you i’d rub that clit until you were squirting… i bet you’d like that, if i ruined that pussy. made her mine — you'd like that.” gojo’s stare returns to your eyes, flashing you his pearly whites through a condescending smile. his rushed and rambled teasing words make your creamy cunt wetter; body betraying you to violently shake above him. 

though you find strength to keep up your end of the bargain. you’d sworn to make satoru see stars, encapsulating his rigid, sloppy dick between your nimble fingers once more. you even spit on it, earning a haughty bleat from between the man’s pretty (yet chatty) mouth. his sturdy body seizes underneath your touch as you take a firmer grip on him, palming him faster and faster — seedy, hot precum webbing over your knuckles once more. that’s when you finally get to see it. how murky and dark your captive’s vibrant eyes grow, like a pond, swimming with desire for you and only you.

the rapture that had once melted away from you like butter in a pan begins to blossom within you once again — willing you to beg for a chance at a real orgasm. “yes satoru! oh, yes please!” you squeak, short of breath and not entirely sure or what you’re even begging for. the golden light emitting from strands of your hair flare up again and your pussy throbs with an aching need to hit release. “please…”

a self congratulatory thread of cobalt lust weaves its way between the darkening midnight flecks in this eyes. “now look who’s begging,” clicking his tongue, gojo cocks his head to the side, relishing in his ability to finally look at you. drink in the way your chest bounces beneath the bodice of your lace orchid gown. it’s completely fucked, darkened by a crude mix of your arousals but it’s the most beautiful thing satoru has ever seen — only serving to rial him up even more… his own orgasm coming up over the hill. it burns at his internal organs, the lining of his stomach and the only way to alleviate this almost painful yet delectable twinge to his system is through you. “bet you’re only being nice ‘cause you’re close. well guess what? me too, be a good girl, honey, and cum for me.” he says, voice rising in both pitch and breathiness through his gritted teeth. 

he’s going to cum. 

and you’re too far gone to form a response with words just yet. you stop your own ministrations, payback for edging you earlier. his own cock dribbles pitifully as you rip his high away from him like pulling a rug from beneath his feet. gojo thrashes in his hair in response, azure eyes wild and almost wet with a sheen of tears — just as desperate to cum ad you are. “wh-what the fuck was that for?” he winges as though he’s a child on punishment, slender hips rising up to chase your soiled hand and perfect grip — shaft standing needily at attention. “honey…”

“you don’t get to cum until i get to cum. so either you work with me, satoru, or we’ll go all day.” you snap, slowly working your drenched cunt over the meat of his thigh once again, your puffy folds spread either side of it — squelching with the way you salaciously wind your hips all over him. 

satoru basks in the sight, tongue poking out tauntingly between his teeth as he decides to test the waters. “fine, but at least let me help,” he suggests, watching eagerly as you throw your head back in the purest form of pleasure and grind on him harder. it’s clear as day that you need just as much of a push to cum as he does and he plans on giving it to you in just one condition. “untie me.”

“deal.” chewing on your lower lip, you let more of your hair unwind your glowing hair from all points that keep gojo strapped to the chair. enough for more of his hands to escape. then, he’s on you within a flash, hot tongue swirling its way over your clothed bosom and biting at your peaked nipples while his hands shoot to the globes of your ass so that he can drag you in harsh circles across his lap. he’s ravenous, out of control, as if he’s been waiting for this moment the entire time. 

somewhere along the way, in one final burst of passion, your mouths find each other again — swapping streams of saliva as you lose yourselves to sex crazed minds teaming with lust hormones. with your lips smacking and bodies moving against each other in a delicious bump and grind — satoru forces a large hand between you both, fumbling against your cotton panties. the sound he lets out when he finally, finally gets his hands on your puffy clit is glutoral and animalistic, the simple touch sending a shock wave of electricity across every one of your synapses. dazing you for good. 

you bear witness to the silver haired stranger losing his mind, falling from grace like an angel with blackened wings. and for you, he does the same, commiting the sight of your glowing halo-like strands of hair to memory — the coils that shine brighter the more you sing and sin for him.

he can’t stop gabbling, gargling on the spit you pour into one another — followed by howls and screams of pleasure. “oh you like that, hm? i bet that feels so good… so sweet ‘n wet under my touch.” hot fingers belonging to satoru pick up the pace between your sticky folds, flicking your clit feverishly and writing his claim against your cunt at the same time that you jam a thumb into the tricking slit of his dirty red cockhead. the pair of you jolt in one another’s arms, taking one too many steps towards the edge of cloud nine before you’re even ready for you.  

“oh sweetheart, listen to you, sound so good. wish i could have you on my fat cock instead of my thigh. next time yeah? you’re gonna cum like this, aren’t you? gonna get my thigh nice and wet?” gojo growls, voice hoarse and layering perfectly over your whistle tone whines. his digits slow and start their greedy assault on your sex, edging you further and further as you wriggle and writhe at his words. 

the world escapes you, the knot of lust that had been warping within you finally coming undone. “gods… s-satoru! please!” you shriek as though your voice is a  gust of stormy wind — reverberating off of painted cobblestone walls. your free hand (no longer trapped by loops of your own hair) darts out to grab the intruder’s wrist, thighs locking around the hand that works you through an earth shattering high. the dam finally bursts, forcing open floodgates as your pussy releases streams of clear arousal in small spurts that soaks his entire lap and clothes.

gojo has no idea where to look, the smallest glimpse of your orgasm sending him hurtling over the edge as well — he doesn’t relent, viciously circling your precious pleasure mug and drawing out your release to match his own. his thick length spasms in your tiny hand, plump balls no longer able to contain the viscous, hot seed he has saved up all for you. just for you. he cums with a shout, abdomen contracting under your never-ending supple touch, ropes of white hot endlessly shoot from his overstimulated tip almost as though he’s a faucet that’s never been turned off.

he swears he almost blacks out, a white and sweaty mop of hair collapsing onto your shoulder as you slump in gojo’s lap — exhausted. as the air in the room cools, your hair no longer glowing and your chests syncing up to heave in an even rise and fall — you bring a lazy hand to the back of satoru’s head, toying with coils of his baby hair to help you both calm down.

a moment of quiet passes before you find the energy to whisper. “will you take me to see those floating lights now?” 

your innocent question causes satoru to snort sleepily, pressing a wet chaste kiss to your sweaty cheek as the sound breaks free from his cherry-bitten lips. “a deal’s a deal, honey. as soon as you untie me… we’ll hit the road.” 

neither of you move a muscle, however, still recovering from the sinful act you had just shared. 

you use the time to reflect, a sense of excitement dawning on you. you were going to leave the tower. you were going to see the floating lights on your birthday. and most importantly, you were directly disobeying your mother to prove your capableness. and all you had to do to get your fairytale happy ending was give a handjob to a very handsome, very willing stranger. 

the end.

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[fear-is-truth]

𝓻afe cameron x reader ┊love language — acts of service .ᐟ

your boyfriend walked into the living room, towel slung over his shoulder, still damp from his shower. his hair stuck up in that stupid way it always did when he tried towel-drying it instead of using a dryer. you glanced up from your place on the couch, where you were seated cross-legged with your phone precariously balanced on one knee.

“you’ve got… that thing again,” you said, waving vaguely at your head. rafe frowned. “what thing?”

“the little chicken tuft. it’s like a baby bird trying to take off.” rafe let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing a hand through his hair, which only made it worse. “better?”

“much worse. it’s got a mind of its own now. i fear we may need professional help.” you replied solemnly, setting your phone down and scooting to the edge of the couch.

“i wonder. do you even like me?” though his lips twitched at the corners. you grinned, pushing up to stand on the seats. “mmm. jury’s out. but i’m trying to save your dignity here,” before he could protest, your fingers were threading through his damp hair, smoothing the wayward strands into place. he tilted his head slightly, eyes dropping to yours as you worked with an unnecessary level of focus.

“you don’t have to take this so seriously, y’know,”

“do you wanna look like a pigeon mid-molt? no? then hold still.” he huffed out a laugh, hands settling on your hips as you finished. “there. handsome as ever,” you declared, stepping back and wiping your hands on your thighs.

“that’s all you needed me for? to restore my dignity?”

“partly,” you admitted, smiling, before pointing to the coffee table. “also, that stupid jar of salsa won’t open.” he just shook his head, reaching for the jar and twisting it open with ease. “wow. look at you, big strong man,” you admired the way his biceps flexed. “does it feel good to know you’re way stronger than me?”

“immensely.” handing it back, he added, “do you even try before calling me in for this kind of stuff?”

“i loosened it,” you chirped, setting the jar down and flopping back onto the couch. “c’mere, i need to show you something that’s going to change your life.”

“oh, for fucks sake,” rafe groaned, but still sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“it’s about otters holding hands while they sleep so they don’t float apart,” you explained, pulling up your phone.“sounds riveting,” he deadpanned, but his arm slid around your shoulders as you clicked the instagram reel.

“it is riveting,” you argued, leaning into his side. “you’re about to feel things.”

“i feel like you’re the strangest girl i’ve ever met,”

“thank you. that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” you replied, resting your head against his chest. rafe sighed, somewhere between exasperated and fond, pressing a kiss to your temple as the reel played. despite his complaints, his hand traced lazy circles on your shoulder.“okay, fine,” he muttered after a while. “it’s kinda cute.”

you smiled against his chest, triumphant. “told you.”

[paintedonmyteeth]

Life w/ Mr Crawling!

A QUICK WARNING BEFORE YOU READ: This is following after the Blissful Love Life ending, if you don’t want spoilers I suggest scrolling! — Anyways moving on from that, I FINALLY got the fucking motivation to put something out after how many months, (yay!) Starting off with my new horror game fixation :)))) Finally got my brain juices going, and I thank Homicipher for this. This is probably going to be me posting abt it for a while. BUT it gave me the motivation to write stuff at least. If you also noticed I changed the formatting a little with my hcs and I think I like it better this way w/o the bulleted list, so Imma def keep this.

⭑.ᐟ — Ever since you’ve escaped the other world with Mr. Crawling, you had some small difficulties in getting back in the swing of things. You no longer had to worry about your safety, check over the shoulders for any monsters, you had your normal life back now.

⭑.ᐟ — And this time you had Mr Crawling to share it with! :D

⭑.ᐟ — When you first brought Mr Crawling home with you, man was absolutely ecstatic and he immediately went exploring around the house while you fixed him some food to eat.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr Crawling really liked your place, it felt cozy and warm, it had you too of course, and it was so much more welcoming and nicer in appearance compared to his world. Plus there was a lot of new stuff he hasn’t seen before.

⭑.ᐟ — It was a nice change not having the house to yourself anymore, Mr Crawling made the place a little more lively with his presence, following you around the house like a lost puppy, occasionally asking a few questions.

⭑.ᐟ — You showed him many things, movies, books, and lots of other things. He even had his first shower too!

⭑.ᐟ — You even tried teaching him basic words in your language such as “hello”, “goodbye”, “thank you”, or “please”. While Mr Crawling was having a hard time getting a gist of them, he still tried his best. <3

⭑.ᐟ — With your old life back it also meant you had to pick up your job/college again too.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr Crawling was never fond when you left the house for this long, so he mostly sat around at the front door waiting for your return.

⭑.ᐟ — Then upon your arrival it’s extra cuddles tonight to make up for loss time. He’s sad that you left him alone for this long :((

⭑.ᐟ — On the bright side however he likes going on grocery runs with you! Since nobody else could see him, it wouldn’t bring any unwanted attention. Of course with Mr Crawling’s babbling as he followed you into the aisles, you brought headphones/airpods with you so people didn’t think you were insane for talking to yourself.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr Crawling in general is very happy you let him tag along with you leaving his world, he couldn’t be any happier getting to stay by your side. And his love for you grew as well! :)

⭑.ᐟ — The first time he tried saying something in your language was “I love you” to show his gratitude. Though it sounded a bit butchered for a first attempt, the sentiment still meant a lot to you and it was a step towards somewhere to say the least.

[kouzih]

Something stupid.

Nam-gyu ( Player 124 ) x gn!reader .ᐟ

warnings : swearing/insulting, semi-public sex(?) creampie, unprotected sex, smut obviously..uhh imo maybe more stuff

tags,, @gongyoosgf @cybrasigilism

requested by anon!! wc : 2.8k

( this could maybeee count as min-su x reader but imo..no proofread though)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ You try to comfort Min-su by holding his hands and caressing his palms. You had come to him because you noticed that he was stressed. The tremors in his body instantly disappear with the touch of your hands, your voice softly echoing in his ears as his eyes remain locked on your hands.

"Hey, it'll be fine."

Your grip relaxed him, his head shaking slightly as he looked up at you with shaky eyes. A tiny grunt of agreement comes from his lips. You could understand his nervousness, after all, many people died in every game here. You tried to be with him as much as you could during the games. You would drag him around by holding his hand, but ultimately you would make sure he was safe.

On the other hand...you would be lying if it didn't bother you that the others in the group were so obsessed with him. Before you could even approach him and ask him how he was, they would jump on him and surround him. Still, he tries to look after you as much as he can.

"H-hey, wait—" The man who introduced himself as 'Thanos' held Min-su’s hands and congratulated him on being unharmed, leaving you behind as Min-su tilted his head to look at you. "Hm?" As you turned your attention to his almost inaudible voice, a pair of hands began to wrap around your neck from behind, a lazy voice heard in your ears as a warm breath brushed against your shoulders. "Heyy, you made it." He was throwing you back and forth while his hands were caressing your shoulders, and before you could respond Min-su he had you turned towards him. His signature smirk was on his face as his hands moved to your shoulders sides, his eyes flicking to his friend before he leaves you alone.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and walked over to Min-su, muttering in an annoyed voice as you tried to get the others away from him. "Yes, yes, we both made it, no big deal." The man, who clung to your grip as if his life depended on it, swallowed hard and looked at the others. Thanos looks at you in surprise but doesn’t say anything, while Nam-gyu looks like he’s trying hard not to laugh. While looking to the side with his teeth pressed into his lower lip, hands caressing his hair.

Being his typical self, you don't say anything, rolling your eyes and looking at the boy you're holding onto. His eyes were fixed on your hands and he looked like he had forgotten to blink. Feeling your gaze on him, Min-su looks at you with embarrassment and pulls his hands away, you hear a small whisper under his breath. "Ah- sorry.." You blink as you look at your hand that is still in the air. You hold on to him more than you should, you thought. "..It's fine?" As you walked towards your beds, Min-su was following you. You turned around and checked on him a couple times, he was busy with playing with his hands.

Nam-gyu was walking in front of you, his body facing you, mumbling things you didn’t care about while giving you a questioning look every time you turned around. "Hey. I'm right here." He pauses for a second to get your attention by shaking his hand. "I already know that." "Then why do I feel like you're not listening me?" Putting your hand under your chin and pretending to think, you spoke. "Maybe because I don't." He looked at you with a sour face, raising an eyebrow. "Bitch." You could tell his mood even from his tone of voice. You knew he didn’t really mean it, it was just his fantasy to say that to every person he came across. When you get to your beds, you start sitting on the metal steps, your eyes searching for Min-su, you tap your feet on the ground in a small rhythm.

Min-su sits down next to you with a small smile, closing his knees and pulling his hands together. While the others started chatting, you noticed Min-su was just looking at you without saying anything. He was looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side and his eyes locked on you, as if he were dreaming. "So how's it going..?" Saying it suddenly, you distract him. He leans his body forward a little and mutters something under his breath. "Nothing much honestly..." "You know, you don't have to worry that much." "Hm?" He listens carefully to what you have to say, turning his face towards you. "I know this place is..well, not the best. But at least we get to..have fun." "Have fun??" There was a hint of concern in his voice, and the look on his face made you chuckle slightly. For a moment you felt like everyone was silent and listening to you, but you continued speaking.

"Well, I could do something stupid and nobody would care. Everyone is worried about getting out the next day safely."

A small hum is heard from Min-su, a sign that he agrees with you. But when you think about it... Min-su was acting braver towards you. If it was for others, he would have tried to go to bed or something, and would not have wanted to continue the conversation. And he seemed to enjoy being with you. Whenever you're with Se-mi, he would always follow you two around and try to give you answers whenever he could. Nam-gyu sucking his teeth behind you suddenly brings you out of your thoughts. Just as you thought, they started listening to you. With an irritated sigh, you turn your head to the side, only to see Nam-gyu is staring at you. Since he's sitting on the wrong side, his head is thrown back, hair is falling behind his ear, and his hands are supporting him at his sides.

"What?"

"Maybe think twice before you talk."

You stand up, looking at him with an embarrassed face. You could hear giggling behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. It wouldn't be a lie if you did it to avoid staying there. After a short while, when you have to go back, you bump into someone while opening the door. At first, you don't recognize who it is because of the sound of the collision, but when he speaks with that soft voice, you realize who it is. "..You're sure you're okay?" Chewing the inside of your cheek, you look at the guy in front of you. "Oh-yeah, yeah! I am..You didn't have to check on me." You take a step forward while rubbing your hands on your cardigan as if it hadn't dried yet. The man in front of you didn't say anything but you understood what he meant, this time he was next to you as you walked, instead of behind you. When you come back into the room you realize most of the players already went to bed. Did time go by that fast? There were still people standing, but most people had already taken their seats. You grab Min-su’s hand and lead him towards your bed.

When you two get to your beds, you realize Nam-gyu still isn’t asleep, in fact, he’s not even in his bed. He was sitting cross-legged, head resting on his shoulder, no conversation taking place between you as his eyes were on you. Min-su says goodnight to you in a small voice as he goes to bed. He jumps on the bed lightly and pulls the covers over himself, and making eye contact with you for a while. You sit on the edge of your own bed, smiling at him. Whispering back to him, you wait for him to sleep. The bed moving draws your attention to the back of the bed, where a figure is at the other end of the bed, supporting himself with one hand, looking at you from the side. "What is it this time Nam-gyu?" You say in a whispered voice, throwing your shoes under the bed to lean back against it, shaking your head slightly and pushing the hair out of your eyes. You sit in a position with your hands between your legs and wait for the answer of the man in front of you.

"Payback." He says simply as he plays with the ends of his hair. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, pulling your covers back as you try to simply ignore him. "I don't have anything on me, you know that." You say. "Whatever I have to pay for anyway.." You whisper the last part. Nam-gyu throws himself into the covers and lets out an unbothered sigh. "For saving your ass in games, asshole." Your attention shifts to the sleeping Min-su as he looks at you from under his eyes, and you swallow, folding your arms. "Stop playing around, yeah? I just wanna sleep right now. " He wraps one arm around your shoulder and the other rests on your lap, his touch landing in...not so innocent places.

The moment you grabbed his hand to pull it away, his gaze met yours. As if he was warning you. "Well, I could do something stupidddd..and nobody would careee.." He straightened his posture as he said it in a sarcastic tone. The sheets on you two was now thrown to the side. "Then I should give you something stupid to do, huh?" His whispering did not stop as his hand pointed lazily to the side, toward Min-su's side. "Because it doesn't look like he's going to do it." As you opened your mouth to speak, one hand went to cover your mouth, his voice quieter but more sincere. "You don't wanna wake him up, do you?" You gasped in surprise as your mouth closed. He pulled his hand away as his lips took its place, one hand moving to the back of your bed, shamelessly watching you squirm beneath him with your eyes open as he supported himself from where you were leaning.

You, who had your eyes closed tightly, began to loosely grip the sheets beneath you, your touch lazily moving to his hair as he let go of your hand. He parts from your lips as you hope no one hears you, his gaze drifting down as he guides your hand to cover your mouth. You did your best to cover your mouth as you breathed heavily with one eye closed, as your eye quickly shifted to the side you yelped to the cold sensation gripping your waist. You swallow at the sound of his whispering and try to fix your almost fallen position. "Shhh.." He had that stupid smile on his face. He grabs the hem of your sweatpants as his hands slide down. He could have sworn you were shaking as he shifted them to the side.

"You know how to talk back, but you are under me in such a needy state? Hah. You better keep it this way, you disgusting bitch."

A feeling filled you the moment you realized that his hands had lowered his sweatpants as well. Uh, oh. You glanced around to make sure no one was watching, but Nam-gyu reassured you. "I don't think they have the courage to look at all." He decided to use his hand, which was wet from covering your mouth earlier, to prepare you. "Even if they get a chance to look.. all they'll see is some bitch underneath me, dying to get me." Your knees began to wrap around his waist when you felt something cold and wet inside you, you could feel his breath on your ear as a positive grunt fell from his lips. He didn't even need to prepare you, actually. The way he spoke had already prepared you enough. Noticing this, he quickly pulled his finger out, letting out a 'pop' sound as something much wetter quickly took its place. The urge to look down was born inside you, the heavy breathing you were taking with difficulty could easily be heard by someone else when the hand covering your mouth slowly slid down.

"It must feel good to get what you asked. Yeah? You spoiled brat." You seemed to have swallowed your voice, so the things you wanted to say to him were only limited in your mind. "S-shut up.." You hissed under your breath, your mind going fuzzy from the insults he threw at you as you took his length inside you. For a moment you felt like your insides were being torn apart. After taking it all, a burden fell on your back as if there was a pulsating vein inside you. Nam-gyu's eyes darted to you and he said something that took you a moment to understand before he moved. "It's too bad you're so needy.."

His thrusts back and forth made you sob a bit, you felt your legs part to the side as a few tears escaped your eyes. "Fuck.." It felt stupid to even try to catch your breath. Each other’s soft, well his harsh and your soft voices filling your ears as you clung to his shoulders for support. He let his forehead fall onto your shoulder as his grip on you tightened, his hair sticking to your neck and his own face.

The only sounds you could hear coming out of his mouth were curses and a few grunts. After what feels like hours, your body is starting to feel a little too hot. You notice Nam-gyu is starting to get a little too quiet, too. "..Nam-gyu?" He doesn't give you an answer and you can feel him shiver for a moment. Once you realize what's going on, you quickly push him off his shoulder, your eyes widening momentarily. He stares at you with his eyebrows raised as you fix yourself and give him a sign to pull it out. You opened your mouth in an instant when you felt something warm inside you, and Nam-gyu pulled back with an irritated voice, at least you thought he did. Looking at you with the worst eyes you’ve ever seen, you realize.

He still doesn't take it all the way out, so the sticky feeling inside doesn't go away. You'll just feel less pressure. Nam-gyu pushes his hair back as a little of the liquid you’d rather not see spills out, his hand going to squeeze your ass as he lets out a relieved sigh. And you lie there, still unable to catch your breath. You hiccup as you feel movement inside you again, your eyes meeting with Nam-gyu's. As he continued to move as if it was none of your business, you felt the liquid inside you come out and then enter you with every movement. As if it wasn't enough to make you feel overwhelmed, the realization that he was finished once again caused the dried tears in your eyes to be replaced by new ones. The feeling of fullness inside you made you feel strange. Nam-gyu finally decides to pull out and lightens his touch with a small chuckle. Your breathing is still ragged as you shakily place your hands on your legs for support. The way the man fixes himself in front of you without any affect draws your attention, your eyes following his movements as the drool flowing from your mouth hits the bed. Swallowing heavily, you bring your hand up to your face to fix your hair.

"Dickhead.."

"Talking like you didn't just take my dick."

"W-whatever.."

As he brushed his hair back, the sweat on his forehead making his face explode in a way that was obvious. You reached out to pull the sheets that had been thrown on the sides to cover yourself and pick up the mess he had made.

Noticing this, Nam-gyu effortlessly throws the covers over you, letting it hit your face and fall onto your body, some kind of voice you can't figure out catches your attention. You had forgotten for a moment that Min-su and the others were asleep. The man who has already climbed into his own bed gives you a small wave and leaves you like that. Come on, he won't even help you to clean up? It was an expected behavior from him, anyway..

[saerins]

ᯓ ᝰ RIGHT HERE .ᐟ — touya todoroki

touya x female reader. content tags modern au, childhood sweetheart!touya, both are working adults, making out, mentions of infidelity/murder, he’s a tease. word count 1.7k

ᯓ notes .ᐟ haha can you tell i love touya too much rn ? just getting back into writing so have some of my touya :) thanks to any of you who read this <3

“touya, you’re gonna make me late for work tomorrow,” you whine, pouting as he wins you in yet another round of super smash bros. (and hence you’d have to stay up and continue playing at his behest.)

beside you, touya smirks, rows of pearly white visible while he clearly enjoys tormenting you. “weren’t you the one who said you needed a distraction?”

you grumble as you take the couch pillow and hold it over your face, groaning in frustration. touya’s right; you’d called him right after dinner, practically forced him to come after you figured out that you’re actually not as strong you thought and you’re actually still really upset that your ex cheated on you.

it’s only pathetic because it’s already been a couple of months and you’re still wallowing over it somehow.

“you know, i bet all that frustration will go away if you just let me kill that fucker,” touya tells you, flicking your forehead as leans forward, yanking the cushion off your face.

unamused, you deadpan at him. “yeah? then what am i gonna do when you’re in jail, huh?”

touya snickers, “aww, what? can’t handle being without me?”

in a strange way, your honest answer is definitely not. you’ve known touya forever. ever since you were five and your families connected at a preschool event. ever since your friend fuyumi introduced you to her brother. ever since touya confided in you how much he hated his father.

fast forward more than a decade later and you’re both sitting in your apartment, in a different state than either of your families, still as close as you were when you were kids.

you glare at touya, rolling your eyes before scrunching your nose and smirking at him. “actually, go ahead, i’ll go find myself a better guy while you rot in the cell.”

your best friend scoffs, cocking a brow and looking like he’s offended. “i off someone for you and you don’t marry me immediately? the fuck is wrong with you?”

the shit-eating grin that dawns on his face immediately after makes your heart skip a beat. yeah, you’ve always found him attractive, maybe even had a crush on him back in high school, but he’d always had girls after girls, and somewhere along the way you learned to stuff those flimsy emotions back down.

until you remember that he’s been single for a while now, and the fact that you’re both working adults with all the freedom in the world.

fuck, you really shouldn’t go back there.

“haha, funny,” you try to wave it off sarcastically. “says the one who told his ex that he just sees me as a little sister.”

he laughs, leaning back against the couch, a hand behind his head, abs sticking out from the edge of his shirt. it takes you a second to rein yourself in, not wanting to get teased relentlessly by him if you get caught staring.

“hey, she was getting jealous of me spending so much time with you! what was i supposed to say?”

yes, you’re aware. most of them were. most of the time you never told touya about any of that; of how his girlfriends were coming up to you, all insecure about your friendship and asking if you could back off. that was the most common thing among all his relationships: the girls’ pleas for you to keep a distance.

you did… the first few times.

and after his fifth relationship, you realised that touya would always pull you back close. would always end up breaking up with them if your friendship is causing them too much worry.

“you didn’t have to say anything, maybe you should’ve just kept your distance, you know? since most of them seemed to have a problem with it,” you comment, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, though even you don’t believe yourself.

a life without touya is unimaginable for you. even if you can’t really say the same for him.

touya sighs, shifting in his position before ultimately putting an arm around you, pulling you close. he smells like your soap and his hair against your face tickles.

he’s always like this; always touchy, always close. recently he’s been more than usual, coming over and sleeping the night (you never did anything physical!), chasing other guys away at the club because they’re not good enough for you.

and when he’s like that, you think maybe there’s no harm in letting those long-lost feelings flow back.

it’s dangerous.

he’s always like this. always way too much for you to handle. and yet you can’t live without him.

and then he does something he’s never done before.

you feel his lips on your temple, and you hear the chuckle reverberating from his throat. his left arm around you holds you tight, not that you’re running anywhere—you’re pretty sure you’re frozen stiff from the shock.

did that really happen?

“how can i do that when you’re the only one i want?”

you’re sure that’s his voice. it can’t be anyone else’s. but you’re not sure if you believe him. is he really saying what you think he’s saying?

slowly, you turn to face him, expecting him to wear that smug grin and tease you for being so gullible but it never comes. instead, you’re greeted with his half-lidded eyes, blue pupils staring at your lips like he’s hypnotised, his thumb caressing your lower lip from left to right like he’s trying to memorise all the grooves.

it’s so soft that you barely recognise your own voice when it comes, “touya, kiss me.”

and maybe he’s always wanted to, because he doesn’t miss a beat. the second you open your mouth, he’s giving you what you asked for, his tongue prying your lips open and he tastes just like the warm in winter mornings, like the comfort people always dream about.

mint. you can taste the sweet from when he ate it right before he beat you in the game. you can feel the cold on the tip of your nose from when you brush against the piercings on his nostrils. you can feel him carry you onto his lap, feel his hands wrapping around your waist. you can feel his heartbeat under his chest, under your palm, almost as erratic as your own.

were you really just upset over someone else?

every relationship you’d been sad over suddenly didn’t seem to make sense anymore. not when touya’s right here, lips locked with yours and telling you more with his kiss than you’ve ever heard from his words.

by the time you pull away, both of you are breathless, his hand on your cheek, lips softly brushing over your own like he can’t bear to be away even for just a second. you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, half overwhelmed and half confused.

“fuck, did we really just—”

“shh,” you hush him, putting a finger on his lips, suddenly embarrassed. your foreheads are still pressed together, and you can’t see it but he’s admiring your face, holding himself back from just kissing you even more.

touya moves your finger away. he whispers your name in the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard, “does that mean you feel the same?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, tongue-tied and still straddling your best friend on the couch. you’re just a single impulsive action away from going all the way.

dangerous.

pulling back even further, you’re about to make a break for your bedroom when touya pulls you back, making sure you face him.

“no running this time,” he tells you, voice raspy and his eyes flicking from your eyes to your nose and your lips but mostly your lips. “i want you,” he whispers, and the minute you lock gazes, the answer has never been more clear to you.

“i want you too, touya,” you answer, both excited and afraid but he never lets you harp on things too much because he’s already kissing you silly, barely letting you breathe—you don’t have to guess with him; he wants you so desperately you can feel it in his actions.

“touya, we should stop,” you whine, knowing that this might be going way too quick yet you want it all the same.

touya shakes his head, big hands slipping under your shirt and squeezing your waist. “no, don’t wanna stop,” he whispers into your mouth.

he’s about to pull your shirt over your head when the loud shrill of his phone interrupts. he would’ve tossed it to the side if you hadn’t taken it and insisted he should take it. it’s from shoto, after all. (he doesn’t call often, it’s a complicated relationship.)

grumbling, touya leans back, keeping your thighs in place so you can’t move away. he’s smirking at you as he answers, “shoto, what is it?”

you can’t hear his brother over the phone. you can only guess snippets of the conversation from touya’s end.

“huh.”

“what for?”

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.”

when he finally puts it down, he pulls you close by the chin, a glint of mischief in his grin. “get ready, doll.”

“huh? for what?”

touya gives you a peck on the lips. “family’s visiting, a surprise or whatever. they’re already in the city.”

you blink, praying he’s not being serious and wishing it’s not what you’re thinking. “okay, have fun!”

“and where do you think you’re going?” touya laughs, pulling you back down after you barely got back up.

“go spend some time with them, it’ll be fun.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fun,” he smirks, typing something into his phone and sending the message before you can sneak a peek.

you’re almost too scared to ask. but you do. “and why’s that?”

touya chuckles, thinking you’re way too stubborn, playing dumb even if it’ll kill you. but he guesses it’s fine if he has to spell it out for you. “because i wanna re-introduce you.”

“wait, what do you mean?”

with a gentle smile and a poke on your forehead, he looks you in the eyes. “i’m gonna introduce them to my future wife.”

[bluemerakis]

this post is purely to boast bc i feel like i deserve it after nearly dying academically last year BUTTTTT

first day back at college today and i got my awards from last year:

- top achiever second year cerificate (+ corresponding trophy)

- top achiever veterinary subjects certificate (+ corresponding trophy)

- distinction second year

- also got gifted vet equipment i’ll need in practice

oh i am elated!!!

[chiumii]

hii can you do something like a corruption kink with any enha hyung line membet you want and like virgin reader? where they're like lowkey going wild over the fact that she's a virgin and can't wait to corrupt her and stuff. sorry if this makes no sense or you don't want to write it, i totally get it if you don't. thanks and have a nice day <3

corruption ~ enha hyung line

if the enha hyung line would have a corruption kink or not , and the extent of which how badly they want to ruin your innocence and take you for themselves.

enha hyung line x reader | corruption kink

warnings : semi smut , corruption kink , multiple positions , daddy kink , sub / dom dymanic , breeding kink , dacryphilia , degrading , praise , size kink , this kinda sucks , not proof read

LEE HEESEUNG .ᐟ ----- ♡

I feel like heeseung would have a corruption kink - but only to a certain extent and only for you.

the two of you have been dating for a couple months now , and everything has been so blissful and sweet... apart from your sex life.

every time the two of you make out and things get heated , you always shy away and make up an excuse not to do anything sexual.

he is so patient with you though and would never get mad at denying any sort of sexual intimacy , he is such a sweet boyfriend ugh I love him sm.

but one day , the two of you are making out , and his fingers slide up the fabric of your skirt , your skin leaving goosebumps trailing on your skin.

just as he's about to reach your underwear , you whine and break the kiss. your lips wet and swollen as you catch your breath before you speak in a whisper.

"I-im not ready" heeseungs eyes open and meet with yours , his lips also swollen and hungry.

"wassa matter baby ? you can tell me angel , im here to listen" your face turns a shade redder than it already was and you sit back a little on his lap , shifting uncomfortably. your eyes dart away to look anywhere else but him . his fingers rub gentle patterns on your thigh , coaxing you to calm your nerves.

"im... uhm... im not- I dont know.. god this is embarrassing," you face palm and bite your lip. heeseungs ears perk up , his mind racing at your words.

he's had a suspicion about the topic at hand , he's just been waiting for you to confirm it.

and oh god does this make things so much better for him.

his own personal , little baby to corrupt and ruin . the thought of taking your virginity for himself and showing you how to have sex , teach you how to use your pretty mouth makes his dick harder than ever.

you feel his cock harden underneath you , and your eyes widen in shock, your hips squirming in his hold.

"h-heeseung... im- I dont know how... ive never done anything.." you shake your head and cover your face in embarrassment once more.

heeseung brings your hands down from your face and force you to look at him, both of your faces red.

"I don't care angel ... I'll take care of you, kay'?" one of his hands trail to your thigh, trailing upwards once more.

"I'll make you feel good baby , so so good..." his fingers met with your damp panties , pressing them against your clothed bundle of nerves

"you'll be beggin' me to stop.."

he would finger you on his lap to prep you, your first orgasm rushes over you , and you can't help but fall apart on his lap underneath his control.

after making you come undone on his lap , he would force you onto your back and eat you out , lapping and sucking your juices like a starved animal , showing you just how good he can make you feel

he never wants to stop ever because you have such a sweet , sweet taste.

"my pretty girl has such a sweet taste , such a good girl for me baby , you gonna cum again my love ? wanna cum for me angel ?"

the though of having a perfect , little virgin right in the palm of his hand coming undone all for him and because of him quite literally makes him cum in his boxers , and he hasnt even touched himself yet !

ugh how he can't wait to fuck your tight , soaked pussy and make you drool all over him with the dumbest , braindead look on your face makes him hot and heavy - so that's exactly what he does.

PARK JONGSEONG ----- .ᐟ ♡

oh yes he would 100% have a corruption kink , and its BAD bro.

the two of you are just friends , but its so obvious that you have a crush on each other .

some sick and twisted part of Jay stops him from confessing first - wanting to see just how worked up he gets you before you fall apart in frustration.

that's the sadistic side of him.

you always go to him with your frustrations - and recently , its been about how you can't get yourself off no matter what toy you use - and you have a pretty good collection.

"I dont know what im doing wrong ! im so- ugh. I can't do anything by myself and I dont even have a boyfriend to help me. the guy I like doesn't like me back and it's so frustrating" you take a deep breath , your cheeks coated in a deep , pink blush before you continue

"I want... I wanna be able to pleasure myself so badly - im so frustrated all the time , espically with the guy I like ! its so frustrating being around him he makes me so..." your eyes lock with his , and you swear your heart stops for a second.

Jay is man spreading on your bed - it would be a cute sight due to your cute stuffed animals surrounding him in your pink bedroom - but the look on his face makes you fold in on yourself and stutter over your words.

"I-i ... n- nevermind..." your arms cross over your stomach and you advert your eyes from his figure.

the reason you came to him was because you've been best friends since you were children , and a conversation like this was never awkward because you have told each other literally everything - when you hit puberty and you didn't even know how to put a tampon in , how much gooey blood there was - and none of it made jay feel weird , of course it wouldn't ! he could never feel weird around you.

Jay's thoughts are running wild , especially with the way your thighs are clamped together and rubbing against one another. you dont realize you're even doing it , and that thought makes him want to pin you down and use your body as he pleases.

"look at me." his demand causes you to jump , and you obey him with shy eyes. your eyes interlock with his and he tongues his cheek , eyeing you up and down.

hes had enough of this little game ; he's caught you inbetween his fingers and now here you were , squirming in the palm of his hand like a pathetic little mouse.

"you truly have no idea what you do to me, huh y/n?" you suck in a deep breath , your lips parting as he continues.

"you wanna know what I wanna do to you , sweet thing ?" your heart rate increases , your body frozen just a mere foot or two away from the man in front of you.

"oh so many disgusting , dirty thoughts come to mind." your eyes dont look away from his , not for a second as he continues.

"you think I didn't know about your little infatuation , y/n ? its so abundantly obvious , its honestly adorable how innocent you are."

"j-jay..." you say breathlessly. he chuckles at your words , but continues nontheless.

"you honestly think I didn't see you humping your pillow after I left your house ? how you whimpered my name so pathetically ? you still couldn't get yourself off huh baby ?" you shake your head without thinking .

"aww , my poor baby couldn't do it herself huh ?" you shake your head again.

"I went home that night and thought of all the positions I wanted to fold you in. how badly I wanted to use your body however I wanted." you whine at his words , your thighs rubbing against each other more harshly.

"I wanna eat your sweet pussy with my fingers fucking you from the inside out" he sits up and begins to crawl over to you, your heart rate picks up and you lean back on instinct. Jay chuckles , enjoying the little cat-mouse game you've begun to play.

"I wanna fuck and abuse you tiny cunt until your eyes roll into the back of your head , my name being the only thing you can remember" your back hits the mattress below you, Jay crawling over your small frame right after. his fingers come in contact with your damp panties under your pretty dress.

"tsk, so wet already, how pathetic." you whimper at his cruel words , but he feels your hole clamp and his eyes widen.

"I'm gonna make you cry all over me baby . want me to use your pretty body ? want fuck you dumb ? "

you nod your head , but that's not enough for jay.

"words, princess"

"y-yes daddy..." now its his turn to feel flustered, his cock straining in his jeans at your words.

"oh god , you're so perfect , such a good girl for me , a good girl for daddy hmm?" you nod your head , gasping as his cold fingers pull your panties to the side and run through your wet folds.

god he can't wait to strip you of your innocence and alter your mind to where you can't even process anything but him and him alone , forcing you into submission and mark you his and only his.

SIM JAEHYUN ----- .ᐟ ♡

I feel as though Jake wouldn't have much of a corruption kink - he would be more into the experienced women.... however, you would be the one and only exeption.

the two of you have been friends for a couple years , meeting through a mutual friend of yours , sunghoon. since the moment Jake has laid eyes on you , he knew he was fucked .

the two of you dont hang out one on one often , only a few times has it happened , deciding on the fact that hanging out in a friend group setting was more ideal.

he tried to get rid of the little crush he had on you , he really really did.

until one day you two had ran into each other while walking to class . you decided to hang out for the day and do some shopping .

Jake wishes he would have never ever agreed , because that day he figured out just how innocent you truly are .

you literally took him into a Victorias secret for fucks sake , and despite his protests and cherry red cheeks , his looks of lust mixed with embarrassment flew right over your pretty head .

what made the situation worse was a couple guys tried hitting on you after figuring out you were single - you were beautiful , of course you would get people hitting on you from time to time.

you were so oblivious to their remarks , that when they walked away , you literally said with your entire chest

"I made a new friend !" you were so cute , it took Jake all his restraint in his body from bending you over the display and fucking you raw.

his last bit of sanity slipped from his fingers when you were hanging out with all of your friends at jakes house. the topic of sex came up and everyone was talking about how they've had sex before , and Jake couldnt help but stare at you the entire time .

your cheeks were dusted red and you were shyly sitting with your knees pressed together , looking around the living room and avoiding the conversation.

"what about you y/n , you've ever had sex ?" sunoo wiggles his eyebrows

"dont make her uncomfortable dude , y/n dont listen to him" sunoo rolls his eyes at jays lecturing words . you purse your lips into a pout and look over at Jake , who is already staring at you , waiting for an answer

"actually.... im a virgin." you say , embarrassment laced in your tone. Jake feels his dick harden and his eyes widen. how could he have been so blind ? of course you were a virgin , you're so oblivious when guys hit on you , and you literally took him into a Victorias secret .

he feels his sanity snap the second the words leave your mouth , and he quickly ushers everybody out of his house , claiming that something came up and everybody has to leave.

you were about to leave , waving Jake a goodbye before you took a good look at him ; he was avoiding all eye contact with you and didn't say goodbye.

he was acting weird , and you had to get to the bottom of it.

"Jake , are you okay ?" worry written in your tone , it made Jake groan

"im fine y/n , ill see you later " he goes to close the door , but you push it open before it had the chance to click closed .

you push your way in, looking up at the man with a questioning look. you cross your arms over your chest and shift your weight onto one of your legs.

"Jake , please tell me what's wrong , did I do something" Jake groans again , and his patience is wearing unbearably thin as you question him.

"y/n please , I don't want to talk about it" the thought of you being a virgin is eating away at his morality , his entire demeanor shifting dark as you stand in his doorway .

he's two seconds away from lifting you into the air and throwing you down onto the nearest , comfortable surface and showing you how experienced he is , taking away your innocence and virginity and carving his name all over it , making you his in every way possible .

"please , im here for you" you go to reach for his hand , but are quickly met with the front door slamming right before being pushed up against it, Jake hovering over your smaller frame and trapping you with his arms .

your clit throbs , an unfamiliar feeling as he looms over you.

"you drive me so. fucking. insane." he speaks honestly , and your thighs clamp down and rub together , needing some sort of friction.

"you mean to tell me you dragged me into a lingerie shop , and had no idea that you were turning me on ?" you gulp at his words - you half knew what you were doing, and you're now starting to feel embarrassed for doing so.

"I-im... yun.." you whine, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"im giving you two options; you can leave and our friendship will go back to how it was because its clear that this isn't normal , or you can stay" you're about to answer , but you're cut off before you can speak

"if you stay , im warning you now that you're not going to be able to walk out of here tomorrow" you dont answer , your voice cut too small in order to do so.

Jake takes your chin between his index and thumb finger , forcing you to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

"i'm gonna to make you scream my name and cum as many times as I want" his hand moves from the wall to your waist , pressing his front against yours , resulting in his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. you gasp , nodding your head quicker than you can think

"please- want you yun.. pl- yes.. wanna stay" that's all he needs before he's lifting you into the air , your legs wrapping around his front while your hands find their way to entangle in his hair.

his fingers work magic on your clit , your slick coating his digits perfectly

"so wet for me , you have such a pretty pussy baby" he kisses your bundle of nerves as he presses two fingers into your tight , wet cunt. your back arches off the bed as you approach your first orgasm in your life. you feel a weird sensation in your tummy and your hands frantically grab jakes shoulders

"o- oh my god I feel... please" you beg for something you aren't even sure of.

"c'mon darling , finish for me pretty girl" and so you do , squirting all over jakes face and bed and his eyes widen in shock. he coaxes you to relax before kissing your temple

"looks like I got a little squirter on my hands" he chuckles

"g-gentle please.." you shouldn't have said those words oh god , that only makes Jake want to be more rough , but he listens anyways as his thrusts are slow and concentrated . the way you're pussy is unbelievably tight and new is so, so taunting.

you hiss at the sting and before long , he's folded you in half and showing you all the right positions and angles , fucking you through your third orgasm of the night.

"y-yun feels so - ugh ff-uck" you squeal at the angle , his bulbous tip kissing your sweet spot with every thrust

"want me to fill you up with my cum sweet ? breed your tiny pussy ? oh god you're so small fuck " your back arches off the bed and you scratch his back , leaving trails of red blood.

"tell me how it feels baby , let go all over me" he speaks , demanding an answer

"f-feels so good , so full , mmmf , oh my god" you respond , your legs shaking in jakes hold and your eyes squeezed tight

Jake doesn't seem to care as you flutter around his cock , screaming as your fourth orgasm just about washes over you.

"please , want you to use me ! d-da... ddy please!" as if you couldnt be any more perfect , Jake chuckles before snapping his hips against your ass , your knees besides your head.

"dont worry baby , daddy's gonna take such good care of you . such a good girl , giving daddy your innocence , takin' me so well" you just about sob at his sweet words

letting Jake take your virginity was the best fucking thing that could have happened ever

PARK SUNGHOON ----- .ᐟ ♡

he has the worst corruption kink fucking ever dude it drives me INSANE

sunghoon is someone you met in a college class.

although he was reserved and somewhat cold , you tried to get along with him anyways , he was your seat partner after all.

it took a while for him to start getting comfortable with you and soon , the two of you became friends.

it took him way longer to let you in than most people because of how badly he wanted to fuck you.

yes, fuck you. the way you hold yourself was so cute. you were a shy one for sure. you were soft spoken and quiet - reserved in the exact same way he is and it would be a lie if you were to say you didn't find him attractive either.

a mature , strong man is all you needed - so you were bound to start lusting after him as he was you.

but you couldnt ruin such an early friendship , the two of you were starting to get to know each other and you didn't want to mess things up. the more you two hung out , the more you realized he was different with you than with other people he knew

more gentle in a way. how he would talk to you so soft and caring , he was the biggest sweetheart - especially to you.

but dont let his actions deceive you - his thoughts were definitely nothing like how he acts.

every lingering, soft touch on the small of your back makes him want to force you into an arch and pound into you from behind , pulling your hair and making you scream out his name.

bite and suck pretty little marks into your perfect skin, make you cream all over his cock as many times as he wishes as you lay down and take it like a good little girl.

every time you would get too close to him , resulting in getting a wiff of your vanilla perfume makes him want to force your legs apart and eat you out for hours until your too weak to move , yet still cumming all over his face.

you would send him a selfie of your makeup and outfit before starting your day , and each time you did that he would groan and rub one out

"fuck-" he moans , squeezing his tip in his palm as he looks at his phone screen - a beautiful picture of you - your hair is up in two curled ponytails , your glittery eyeshadow and wispy eyelashes make your doe eyes pop , and oh god your lips are pink and glossy , pouting as you snap the picture

he wishes he could stain your lips with his cum and stuff your cheeks full of his warm seed

he would face fuck you until you pass out due to lack of oxygen

his pearly beads of precum leak from his tip as he smears it down his shaft , using it as lubricant as he moans your name , imagining his hand was your mouth instead

he would teach you how to suck his cock and would be oh so patient with you. you would look into his eyes for praise and he would gift it to you gratiously

"such a good girl , taking my cock so well-"

"sunghoonie?" one of his friends breaks him out of his trance. you're in a group setting and one of his female friends is trying to talk to him- more so flirt.

he pays no mind to the girl, focusing on your figure instead.

the way your short skirt compliments your thighs makes him feel hot , and it doesn't help with the thigh highs you decided to wear along with the dainty article of clothing.

you're talking to Jake , who is flirting with you shamelessly. you are also paying him no mind as you're ears are focused on sunghoons conversation.

you feel anger bubble in your chest as this chick flirts with him. Jake notices your soiled face and says something about it. you mutter under your breath

"I got to go" before walking away and towards your apartment - which was just a couple minutes away. sunghoons eyes follow your figure and he up and leaves his conversation , not caring that he just ignored the girl.

"y/n , y/n wait " sunghoon catches up to you and grabs your wrist , spinning you around to face him. your face is contorted into one of anger , and sunghoon can't help but coo at your cute face

"what's the matter?" he pouts , your anger doesn't disperse though as you clench your jaw. you feel more embarrassment now because he actually followed you - you have no idea what to say.

"I don't know , I dont feel good" you lie through your teeth , and he catches it. sunghoon shrugs his shoulders and starts walking in the direction of your apartment , wrapping his arm around your back , his hand finding the slope of your waist and directs you towards your apartment.

you blush under his hold as you open your apartment door , letting the man in and following in right after.

"why did you get upset and storm off?" he asks , sitting down on your couch with his legs spread. you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water , chugging it before answering.

"I just wasn't feeling good" he raises his eyebrows at your lie , eyeballing you from across the room.

"are you sure about that?" your cheeks glow red and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze , fidgeting with your fingers.

"you have no clue huh?" you shoot him a questioning look, not quite picking up what he's putting down. he chuckles at your face , finding it adorable how you squirm just from him looking at you.

"about what?" you respond , sunghoons eyes grow dark , racking his eyes up and down his figure.

"tell me y/n , do you have any experience with guys?" your breath hitches at his question and you slowly shake your head back and forth, answering him. sunghoon smirks at you , bringing his hand into the air , motioning for you to come to him.

"come here, love"

you obey , walking over to him slowly and standing inbetween his spread legs. he sits up and places his hands on the hills of your waist , massaging gentle circles on your skin.

"tell me why you were upset" he looks up into your eyes and you can't help but feel like falling apart in his hands.

"that girl earlier... she was flirting with you.." your voice was above a whisper , but you answer anyways. sunghoon bites his cheek , his hands running down your body and towards your thighs. goosebumps trail on your skin at his touch.

"and you were jealous ?" you nod your head as an answer , sunghoon admiring your submission.

"you think I touch her like this hmm?" his hands move up your short skirt and towards the hem of your underwear, playing with the straps of your lacy thong. you shake your head , your chest heaving up and down.

"want me to tell you a secret?" you shake your head yes , not being able to find any words in your racing mind. sunghoon pushes you to sit in his lap , his hands coming to cup the plush of your ass under your skirt , playing with your underwear.

"ive been wanting to fuck you since the day I saw you. I masturbait to the selfies you send me every morning" you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck , pressing your chest against his with a hushed moan , burring your face into the skin of his collarbone and neck. his hands move to your hips , guiding you to grind down onto his growing cock.

"do you fuck yourself thinking about me , little one?" you nod your head shamelessly , whimpering out a pathetic "yes". sunghoon moves his face to kiss up and down your bare neck, beginning to grind his hips up into yours for friction.

"have you ever came to the thought of me , pretty ? you ever cum to the image of me fucking you ?" you shake your head no , an embarrassing whine vibrating through his neck through your lips.

"my poor baby. needs daddy's help getting off hmm? can't do it yourself so you need daddy to do it for her huh?"

"y-yes please, need daddy's help making me cum"

so that's exactly what he does

over

and over

and over again

your first orgasm was gifted to you by sunghoon so sweetly , eating you out with your back flush against the couch with your panties pulled to the side , gifting you words of praise such as

"doing such a good job for me baby doll"

and

"just like that pretty girl , my perfect little girl"

earlier, you would have thought he was the sweetest person on earth, but that quickly changed as he has your ass in the air and your face down into the cushions of the couch , screaming his name over and over again

"d-daddy slow ! can-cant ,, too much please !" you squeal , but your cries are useless as he abuses your tiny hole.

"gonna make you mine , fill you up so nicely - ill put a fucking baby in you , want me to make you a mommy?" of course he's bluffing , god this was your first time having sex for fuck sake .

"y-yes please daddy fuck- need,, oh god please" your legs kick under him , your arms held in place by his hand behind your back. he chuckles at your words , his hips snapping against your ass in a rough pace that doesn't let up.

"who's pussy is this, who owns you doll?" you scream as you feel the coil in your abdomen unravel , sunghoon landing a harsh smack against your ass.

"you do ! daddy does !"

"that's right baby , daddy does. gonna fuck you dumb and take your goddamn innocence until you're a puddle in my hands."

[fairene]

　　　　　　　　　 # masterlist .ᐟ ౨ৎ

BLOG IS RATED 18+. minors dni!!!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ — smut / ✧ — fluff

gravity [15.2k] ♡

where your life with lando is just beginning. friends to lovers.

divine [6.7k] ♡

where you accompany him to a gala, but he can barely focus with you in that beautiful dress. you are utterly divine. established relationship. fem reader.

pressure [2.6k] ✧ ― ask

"i'd love to read something with lando and a tennis player!reader, not just bc i love tennis lol but also bc it could be interesting to have him with someone who has experienced the same level of pressure." ― ask and you shall receive.

one of your girls / part one [11k], part two [13.7k]♡

you are just one of his girls. a frequent regular. but something changes, and you are his favorite. jealousy, toxicity, yearning.

sweet love [2.3k] ✧ ― ask

Fic idea!! maybe some sick lando? like taking cares of him, kinda overlapping with Austrian Grand Prix? i love your writing; am always rereading it and still have the same effect as reading the first time :)) ― ask and you shall receive.

beneath the moonlight [20.1k] ✧♡♡ ― ask

ohhh hey ! wanted to stop by to say i love ur fic and wanted to request insatiable lando with max f’s sister like a forbidden summer fling with all their friends and no one’s supposed to know about their secret relationship ( especially max ) ― ask and you shall receive. @444mercss

passenger princess (8.5k) ✧♡♡― ask

hi! first of all, i absolutely ADORE your writing. i’ve been reading all of your stuff for the past few days!! second, i was scrolling on pinterest and i rediscovered the lando daddy bracelet pic. that combined with THE dutch gp pic made me be down even worse for him. with that i request a fic with an established reader x lando relationship. that’s set during the weekend of the 2024 dutch gp. where he wears the bracelet over the course of the weekend and it gets you(? or me? idk how to phrase that) really worked up, and after he wins they fuck while he’s still wearing it. and it’s like the most rough feral sex known to mankind. but at the end you want him to come in you and he’s like “oh you wanna make me a daddy”. like yes it is a slight breeding kink but it’s more of the idea of the bracelet and how he definitely knew what he was doing when he wore it (in the fic and irl too tbh). that’s the general idea but feel free to put your own spin on it!! i am incredibly down bad for him and that photo did something to me. ty 🤗🧡

whispers of the crown (3.2k) ✧✧

Could you maybe do a Princess of Monaco with cl16 and they just hard launch their relationship

love your writing

more to come when i find time to put more effort into this

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[celtrist]

This was a planned thing I had around the time I had this little rant (appreciate everyone who's bothered reading that thank you!)

Seeing as we have three canonically Asexual characters, I thought each of them having a different romantic orientation (and varying asexuality on the scale) would be fun and neat to show the variations to the orientations! But I was really stumped on Mammon since I was pretty set on Alastor and Octavia, but Mammon not being any form of aromantic didn't feel right, not terribly ooc, just definitely felt a bit more like "he's the leftovers" sort of thing when divvying up the romantic orientations. But lo and behold, the new episode of Helluva came out and helped solved that little quandrie. So here are my thoughts below on each!

Alastor (Loveless Aromantic) If you've seen my rant, you probably have a good idea why I labeled him as a "loveless aromantic" (meaning in this sense I'm talking about, he just wouldn't have any form of romantic affections or go into something like a QPR or the like). And I do genuinely think he would be! But I know there's A LOT of bias for Alastor NOT being aromantic (or at least open to some sort of relationship), and I will admit I might've been a bit biased here too! I've just seen a lot of love for only specific parts of the aro spectrum that "allows" Alastor to get with someone, and I wanted to give some love to the aro spectrum that gets little to no appreciation (plus I do just genuinely think he'd be this). If you don't agree, all is fair ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ The point is, I realize I'm probably in the minority here. Plus, it's all a guessing game more or less until something is officially stated, which probably will never happen for any of these three.

Anyway, like I said, I just don't see Alastor really getting as close to anyone even as a QPR. At the VERY LEAST, not in a QPR that has a lot of romantic parts to it (kissing on the lips, cuddling, etc.). My man wouldn't have any interest in marriage or anything romantic, he's very happy on his own and probably gossips about OTHER people's love lives. Then again, he seemed pretty close to cracking when he heard Charlie ranting about her own love life... With that said, I do think he DOES like the company of others, he's VERY social after all. But actually, getting intimate with someone? Mmm, that doesn't feel right for him to me. A kiss on the cheek or PERHAPS a cuddle here and there at most, but nothing like bathing with someone or kissing with tongue. He's also a man of the roaring twenties, so you KNOW how he thinks about intimacies that might have no romantic/sexual connotations by themselves (like bathing with someone) are romantic on their own just because being that close to someone was seen that way in his time. Plus again, I just don't think he'd be interested in that stuff as is (potentially he could be both touch-starved and touch-aversed. And oh boy, wouldn't that be a conundrum!) On one hand, I like and can see Alastor being sex-repulsed, on the other I can also see him just feeling nothing towards it. Considering Angel's "advances" in both the first episode and the pilot, he does have a bit of a strong reaction towards sex, but nothing crazy either. I can see him being lukewarm to the subject (so he could read a book or read a script out loud with sex in it), but he could be repulsed when it actually INVOLVES HIM. I can definitely see him somewhat annoyed with the subject for how everywhere it is though.

Octavia (QPR Aromantic) It's a little hard to pinpoint, but I can personally see Octavia getting into a close QPR sooner than Alastor, but maaayybe only be a hair. Octavia could possibly get into a platonic relationship with someone that would have remnants of seeming romantic. I do think she's probably the most sex-repulsed of the three, if in part because of her father's inclinations that he doesn't seem to hide even when she's around. Honestly, I feel like we still haven't seen enough of her to get a good grasp on this aspect of her character in if she would be interested in getting as close as to a QPR with someone. But I'd certainly like to think so, because damn does our girl need it. Her falling into some sort of relationship would probably be hard seeing as how her parents' relationship was so awful. So she could be hesitant about doing something like that.

Mammon He was the big toughy! And while his advances on Leviathan might have been meant in a more platonic way or just for show to go against Ozzy's and Bee's romantic relations, I'm going with what's there! So Mammon seems like he could be straight or bi/pan. But I don't have a hard grasp on which so I'm tossing that in the air. I don't think he'd be sex-repulsed just because of how "sex makes money". Like, there's no question that sex appeal is a big part of business even if something isn't even that sexual. So while I think he's not largely interested in doing anything sexual, I can see him being okay or even lukewarm to the subject, maybe just not getting the appeal entirely. Maaaayybe he's sex-favorable? Of the three I would imagine he would be the most likely to be sex-favorable, but I dunno.

I like the idea of Octavia being the only one aware as to what her orientations are. Alastor is... well he's Alastor, and Mammon doesn't seem like he'd be too interested in the details of things. Just that "there's straight, gay, and the between area".

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE scenario: idol!reader meeting idol!riize ༉‧₊˚.

req: hi i love all of your riize stuff !! I’d love to see riize with an idol reader like you what group they would be in and how they would meet or interact ?? like an award show, mc, backstage , etc

note: hiii! i did my first exam today AAA! i can't wait to be free again and be more active...

pairing: idol!riize x idol!reader— masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

You had managed to debut in ILLIT thanks to your dancing skills, as you had caught people's attention as a professional dancer. For that reason, your manager told you that you would be doing the "Impossible" dance challenge with Shotaro. You were quite nervous because you knew how great a dancer he was; you were basically a fan of his and loved watching his dance videos. When you met in the hallway to record the video, both of you were a little nervous, but after a few takes, you relaxed. After filming, you talked for a few minutes, with you telling him how much you admired him, and him thanking you and saying he liked your dancing style too. From that moment on, you would greet each other whenever you met.

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

In NMIXX, you were always the one in charge of speaking because you were very outgoing and had a knack for capturing people's attention. Thanks to this, you were hired as an MC for a music show. Alongside you, they chose Eunseok from RIIZE as your co-host, as he was quite popular for his looks. At first, both of you were quiet and shy, but little by little, Eunseok started joking around, and you became closer. You realized you had many interests in common, and after your contract as MCs ended, you stayed in touch, meeting up occasionally when you both had time to go to cafes or PC rooms.

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

You had known Sungchan since you were trainees, but you hadn’t had the chance to talk much during that time. Years later, you finally debuted in AESPA, and he debuted in NCT, later redebuting in RIIZE. Not long after, the company informed you that you would have a stage together, so you practiced together for several weeks. Both of you had great respect for each other, knowing how hard you had worked to get where you were, even though you didn’t know each other deeply. After the stage, you would exchange supportive messages and sometimes send each other snacks and drinks.

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Both you and Wonbin were quite awkward when meeting new people because you were both very introverted. In your group, IVE, you were known for being pretty cute. One of the poses you had created for fan meeting photos had become famous, with many idols imitating it. Wonbin was one of them, using it often in his photos. Although you had never spoken before, one day you ran into each other in the hallway before a stage, where you were both waiting. Wonbin, a bit shy, started talking to you, saying how much he liked the pose you had created, sparking a small conversation. You couldn’t help but be speechless at how handsome he was in person. After that meeting, you started greeting each other every time you met, becoming closer over time.

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

You and Seunghan had been invited to a new variety show where idols would teach their dances step by step. In that episode, you were going to teach Seunghan the new dance from KISS OF LIFE, and he was going to teach you RIIZE's new comeback. Before the recording, you had never spoken before, but you quickly became friends because you had very similar personalities. You also decided to exchange numbers, staying in touch and becoming closer friends. When the video was released, many people started saying you made a great duo, leading to you both being chosen as the main MCs of the show.

⭑.ᐟ sohee

RIIZE was a new group that was gaining a lot of attention. Your group, STAYC, although several years into your career, still had significant recognition. You, in particular, were known for your voice, being the singer for many soundtracks. So, it didn’t surprise you when your manager told you you would be recording another song for a new K-drama, but this time it would be a duet with Sohee from RIIZE. Of course, you already knew who he was, as he was also famous for his voice. During the recording, you didn’t talk much, but afterward, when the song became famous and you had to do stages together, you became closer. You often went out for dinner or drinks at night to celebrate its success, gradually becoming close friends.

⭑.ᐟ anton

Out of all the English-speaking members of New Jeans, they had chosen you for an award show. It was the annual K-drama awards, and they decided to have two idols who could speak English to translate some things since it was an international broadcast. You didn’t know who the other presenter would be until a few days before the event, but when you went to practice, you found out it was Anton from RIIZE. You had seen him many times on social media but had never met him in person. You connected quickly because, although Anton was initially quite quiet, you didn’t stop talking to him and asking questions, which helped you both build rapport. It wasn’t a surprise when, after the awards, you decided to exchange numbers to stay in touch.

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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄¹

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬, a vibrant tapestry of lights and traffic that never quite reached campus grounds. Night had cast its cloak over the college campus, leaving the place enveloped in an ephemeral darkness.

As the last rays of the sun surrendered to the velvet canvas of twilight, the students prepared to break their routines. The classrooms emptied, leaving behind echoes of muffled conversations and the occasional laughter. The campus roads were lined with cars as students began packing up their belongings.

As I made my way to my car, my voice laced with exhaustion, I clutched the phone tightly to my ear, my eyes searching for my vehicle in the dimly lit parking lot.

“What’s wrong with it now?” I asked, a hint of impatience coloring my voice.

The person on the other end of the line let out a deep sigh. “It’s the engine again. Another problem, same as last time,” they reported. I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. The engine problems were becoming a recurring nightmare. It was like the universe had it out for me. I leaned against the car, the frustration seeping into my bones.

The person on the other end of the line could sense my exhaustion. “You sound beat, Y/N. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I replied, brushing off any signs of worry. “Just the usual finals stress. Haven’t been getting much sleep since I’ve been too busy working on the car.” The person on the other end of the line let out a reassuring hum, their voice carrying a hint of concern. “Maybe you should scale back on the mechanic stuff for a bit, Y/N. You need to rest too, you know.”

I reassured the person on the line, “I’ll be alright. Don't worry about me,” with a hint of determination in my voice. With my keys in hand and my bag slung over my shoulder, I climbed into my car, the engine purring to life. As the conversation continued, I announced, “I’ll swing by your place to check your engine before I head home.”

There was a brief silence on their end before a reluctant sigh sounded through the receiver. “Fine, but don’t wear yourself out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there,” I assured, my voice filled with determination. With a final farewell, I ended the call and tossed my backpack onto the passenger seat, my fingers closing around the steering wheel. Taking one last look at my car, I revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway, my mind set on reaching my destination.

The streets were relatively quiet, the city's pulse slowly calming as the early morning hours approached. I navigated through the streets with ease, a sense of purpose fueling my every move.

The drive was mostly quiet, the only sounds filling the space my soft breaths and a faint hum of the engine. I maneuvered the wheel, my mind lost in a storm of thoughts and emotions. The closer I got to my destination, the more my heart thudded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Finally, I pulled up to a modest house, the streetlights casting long shadows across the lawn. I put the car in park, killed the engine, and took a deep breath, gathering my composure before stepping out into the cool night air.

As I stepped into the well-lit garage, I first noticed a guy perched on the hood of his car, his attention fixed on his phone. The soft glow of the screen lit up his face, casting a soft glow against his features.

His head jerked up as the sound of my footsteps echoed in the garage, and he looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine. A hint of recognition flickered in his gaze before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Finally, you’re here,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and curiosity. He slipped his phone into his pocket, his full attention now on me. I returned his smile with a nod, my eyes taking in the garage around me.

“Yeah, sorry I took a while,” I replied, my voice betraying the casualness I was trying to project. I set my bag down on a nearby workbench before approaching his car, my gaze drawn to the car he had.

As I approached, the car he was sitting on came into full view. It was a beautiful dark blue Nissan Skyline R34, its sleek lines and smooth paint job a sight to behold. My steps faltered for a second, a small pang of jealousy stirring within me. It was a gorgeous car.

He sensed my admiration and slipped off the hood, giving me space to open the hood. I took a deep breath before reaching for the hood latch, the metal creaking softly as it unlocked, letting the hood pop open.

The engine lay bare before me, a tangle of metal and cables. I scanned it with a professional eye, mentally cataloging any signs of wear and tear. The air between us grew tense with anticipation as I began to poke around, my fingers exploring the intricate parts.

“When did you start having problems?” I asked, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.

He leaned against the car, his arms crossed over his chest, and watched me with a mix of curiosity and something unreadable. “It started sputtering last week.” he admitted, “And there’s been a weird noise coming from the engine. I can’t quite figure out what it is.”

My hands moved deftly, feeling along the engine, checking for anything out of place. As I worked, I couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “Did you perchance race last week? Maybe took a sharp turn or so?”

He pushed off the car and came to stand closer, watching me with a frown. “Yeah, actually. How did you know?”

I continued to work, my fingers tracing the lines and cables of the engine. As I moved around, I finally spotted the problem.

“Found the issue,” I said, my voice steady. “Looks like one of your spark plugs is misfiring. It’s probably from the sharp turn during the race. I’ll just need to replace it, and that should fix the problem.”

He let out a low whistle, his gaze fixed on the engine. “Damn, it’s that serious?” he muttered. He ran a hand through his hair, a hint of concern flitting across his face. “How long will it take to fix?”

I took a step back, wiping the grease off my hands on a rag lying on the workbench. “Shouldn’t take too long,” I assured him. “I can have it done in a few hours. Got a spare part with me that I can replace it with.”

He visibly relaxed, a sigh of relief escaping him. “Good, good,” he nodded, his shoulders losing some of the tension. He glanced at me, his expression thoughtful. “You know your stuff, huh?”

I moved away from the engine and headed back to my bag at the workbench. “Well, my dad taught me most about cars,” I answered, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips at the mention of him. “I guess I just picked up a lot from him over the years.”

I rummaged through my bag, a frown of confusion marring my expression as I didn’t find the spare part where I remembered putting it. “Damn, I thought I had it in here,” I muttered, a hint of irritation in my voice.

He watched me from a distance, his eyes curiously following my every move. “Problem?” he asked, sensing my frustration.

I shook my head, pushing the annoyance aside. “No, just misplacing things,” I replied. “I’ll just check the trunk. I keep spare parts there as well.”

As I headed towards the trunk, he followed, his steps falling in line with mine. He leaned against the side of the car, his gaze fixed on me, his curiosity seemingly growing.

I popped the trunk, the lid rising with a soft click, revealing a well-organized stash of spare parts. A wave of relief washed over me, and I quickly rummaged through the selection until I found the part I was looking for. With a satisfied exhale, I closed the trunk and turned back to him, holding up the part in triumph.

I returned to the garage, the spare part clutched in my hand. With a purposeful stride, I moved toward his car, the engine lying open, ready to be worked on. He stood watching me, his arms still folded across his chest, a mixture of curiosity and admiration visible on his face.

I set the part on the workbench and grabbed my tools. Returning to the engine, I began the process of replacing the misfiring spark plug. My hands moved with practiced ease, the task as familiar to me as breathing.

The garage filled with the sound of soft, metallic clinks and the occasional muttered curse as I fumbled with a particularly stubborn screw. The work consumed my attention, and I was almost entirely focused on the engine, completely forgetting about his presence for a few moments.

His voice broke through my concentration, and I jumped in surprise, the suddenness of his words making me realize I hadn't been paying attention. I looked over at him, my heart still racing, and he chuckled softly at the reaction, before saying, “I’ll be right back. Gotta grab something.”

As he turned to leave, I spoke up, my voice a little shaky, “Can you hand me your keys?” I requested.

He paused, his hand on the garage door handle, and looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. “My keys? What for?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I shifted my gaze back to the engine, feeling a flicker of annoyance at his questioning. “I need them to check for that weird noise you mentioned,” I explained, my tone matter-of-fact. “Keys, please.”

He regarded me for a moment, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, before digging into his pocket and tossing the keys over to me.

I caught the keys with a swift motion, my mind already back on the engine. The absence of his eyes on me allowed me to focus completely on the task at hand. He lingered for a moment longer, watching me from a distance before disappearing through the door, leaving me alone with the engine and my thoughts.

With the keys in my possession, I went back to work, my hands moving swiftly and efficiently through the engine. The process was soothing, a familiar routine that allowed my mind to clear. I worked in silence, the mechanics of the engine becoming my world for what felt like a few minutes but was probably much longer.

With the keys in my possession, I went back to work, my hands moving swiftly and efficiently through the engine. The process was soothing, a familiar routine that allowed my mind to clear. I worked in silence, the mechanics of the engine becoming my world for what felt like a few minutes but was probably much longer.

I finished the last adjustments to the engine, a sense of satisfaction coursing through me. Brushing my grease-stained hands on a rag, I moved quickly to the driver’s side of the car, keys still in my hand.

I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather shifting softly under me. Putting the keys in the ignition, I paused for a moment, my ears straining for any unusual sounds coming from the engine.

I started the engine, allowing it to idle for a moment. No unusual noises emerged, only the steady purr of the engine. I killed the engine, a wave of satisfaction washing over me. Everything seemed to be in order.

I got out of the car, closing the door behind me. I returned to the engine, my mind running checks and tests to ensure I hadn’t missed anything. A quick double-check wouldn’t hurt, just to make sure I had done everything correctly.

As I leaned over the engine, my attention fixed on the parts and cables, I heard a soft click from somewhere in the garage. My mind registered it but didn’t fully process it, too engrossed in my work.

I pulled back, satisfied with the double-check, and spoke aloud, my voice confident, “Looks like it’s working just fine now, Matt.”

I pulled back from the engine, my eyes naturally seeking the person who I had assumed to be Matt. But as I looked, my eyes widened in surprise.

The person standing there looked eerily similar to Matt, but a few details were off. Instead of Matt’s short hair, this guy’s was slightly longer, covering his ears a bit more than Matt’s hair and his jawline was a bit sharper than Matt’s.

I frowned, confusion and curiosity mixing on my face. “Oh. You’re not Matt,” I muttered, my voice betraying my surprise.

As he stood there silently, his eyes raking over me, a shiver ran down my spine. I shifted uncomfortably, unused to being scrutinized in such a way.

I cleared my throat and asked, my voice more confident than I felt, “Umm, do you know where Matt is?”

As if on cue, Matt appeared from a door behind the mysterious guy, his voice stern yet weary. “Leave her alone, Chris, go back inside dude,” he commanded, a hint of irritation in his tone.

The guy, now known as Chris, finally looked away from me, his gaze returning to Matt. He smirked and leaned nonchalantly against the workbench.

Chris smirked, his eyes flickering over me once more before replying to Matt, “Relax, I wasn’t going to do anything.”

Matt rolled his eyes, a weary expression on his face, before he walked over to where I stood, his attention fixed on me. His gaze softened as he spoke, “Knowing your ass you would’ve tried to make her sleep with you.”

He shot a look towards Chris before turning back to me, his voice gentler. “Don’t mind him,” he added.

My gaze flickered between Matt and Chris, the similarities between the two more obvious now that they were side by side.

“So,” I drawled, my eyes tracing their features. “There’s two of you?” Chris snickered, a sly grin on his face, while Matt shot him another annoyed look.

Chris chuckled, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “There’s actually three of us,” he explained, gesturing at Matt and then himself. “He’s the oldest, Matt’s the middle child, and I’m the youngest.”

I blinked, my mind trying to wrap around this new information. Three of them? Identical triplets? It was a lot to take in.

I redirected my attention to Matt, a hint of disbelief in my voice, “You’re a triplet? And you didn’t tell me for the three years we’ve known each other?”

Matt shrugged, sheepishness written across his face. “It just never came up, I guess,” he replied, avoiding my gaze. Chris snickered, clearly enjoying the interaction.

Matt shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Look, I know you're upset,” he began, his voice apologetic. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

I shook my head, a small laugh escaping me. “Why would I be upset?” I responded, a hint of playfulness in my voice. “It’s cool to know you’re a triplet. Just kinda wish I knew sooner.”

I gestured at Matt, a playful smile on my face, “You do realize I just called him ‘Matt’ and thought it was you?” I pointed out, my eyes flicking between the two triplets. “I got quite confused, wondering how your hair grew after a few minutes of being gone.”

Chris laughed, clearly enjoying the situation, while Matt shook his head, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

He cleared his throat, his shoulders hunching a bit in embarrassment. “Yeah, I know,” he mumbled, his eyes avoiding mine. “It’s... it’s confusing for everyone.”

Chris, still leaning against the workbench, smirked. “We get that all the time,” he chipped in, a sly tone to his voice. “Everyone gets us mixed up. Can’t blame you though.”

I directed my gaze towards Chris, a question in my eyes. “If you’re Chris, and you’re Matt, who’s the other?”

Before Matt could answer, Chris cut in with a smirk, “Nick, he’s the older triplet.” Matt shot Chris an annoyed look, clearly not happy that his brother was disclosing information before he could.

I nodded, absorbing the new information. Three identical triplets. It was certainly something I had never encountered before. Chris chuckled, amused at my surprise.

“You should see how confused people get when they meet us,” he said, his voice tinged with mischief. “It’s quite entertaining.”

Matt shot him another look. “Shut up, Chris,” he muttered, his tone more amused than irritated. “What?” Chris protested, his smirk widening. “It’s true, man.”

As they continued bantering, arguing like siblings often do, my ears picked up the faint sound of my phone buzzing, coming from my bag near the workbench.

I moved over to the bag, rummaging inside and fishing out my phone. It was a message from my friend.

As I read the message, my eyes widened in realization. The reminder about the essay due today sent a jolt of panic through me. I grabbed the phone and quickly stuffed the phone back into my bag.

Chris, who had been leaning on the workbench, caught the change in my demeanor. He raised an eyebrow as I began packing my tools up. “Everything okay?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

I paused, turning to him for a moment. “Yeah, I just... I completely forgot I had an essay due today,” I explained, the urgency in my voice noticeable. “I have to get going.”

Matt's voice called out just as I was about to get into my car. “Let me pay you for fixing the—” he offered, but I cut him off, shaking my head. “No need,” I repeated, “I’ll see you guys around.”

As I was getting into the car, Chris suddenly cut in with a flirty grin, “See you around, darling.” He earned a swift smack to the head from Matt.

My cheeks heated up at Chris’s cheeky remark, but I tried to play it off with a scoff. I ducked into the car, hearing Chris’s laughter and Matt’s muttered curses.

“Don’t mind him,” Matt’s voice called out apologetically. “He doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.”

I pulled out of the driveway, still trying to ignore Chris’s comment from earlier. My mind was now fully on the essay assignment that I had forgotten about, and the race against time to get it done before the deadline.

The drive home was a blur as I mentally organized my thoughts and planned out how to approach the essay.

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