#so hes been v stressed abt the comings and goings

[alienaiver]

the birthday celebration went absolutely amazing, everyone had a good time and the cake were delicious 🥰 i have no brain cells left now from all the socialization tho, so ill hibernate with dgm and snøfle cuddles

[har-rison-s]

whatever you need | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: don't mind me, just eating pomelo and writing smut. i daydream about this piece every and all work day i have rn, it's pretty unhinged bcs i'm working as a gift wrapper for the holiday season and just staring ahead thinking of.... things. i'm technically an atheist, but i would need forgiveness for those thoughts. ANYWAY JEEZ. this took me like four days, help. i'm so insecure abt my smut writing, tho so ooohhh god am i actually dreading posting this. i'll just publish and run away from tumblr for a week. happy reading

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something strange was happening in the arena. something was being done to the camera feeds that were supposed to livestream every second of what was happening in it. only because something seemed to have gone wrong in the games y/n was stuck to the television screen in her living room slash lounge. her parents were called into urgent work in district three a few hours ago, so it was only her and some of the maids in the house. they kept to themselves, though, and were probably asleep in their quarters at the mansion’s far-end wing. except for the main housekeeper, who was adamantly guarding the entrance of the house, in case anyone came by.

her parents were counting on someone coming by - with the way she was recently behaving at school and with the rebel bombs, they were real worried about her well-being. she was always alone at home, because there was no one to bring home. except the dean, but he came by himself and only to serve his usual scolding and threats about y/n’s rebellious nature and behaviour at school. her parents hadn’t felt such worry for their daughter as they felt now since the war days. 

what soothed her mother’s worried heart and mind was the presence of the maids and the housekeeper. y/n appreciated their staying around and liked hearing noises made by someone else in the mansion, even if it was only a far-away creak of floorboards or a door closing. but she didn’t need anything from them, ever, she’d been very independent since her early childhood, and maids seemed like such an excess right now, an even backwards concept for y/n. her family employing them, unable to live without them, made her feel like the rich princess everyone deemed her being. 

y/n had felt fine being home alone until the feed from the arena turned strange. darker, blacker, and the audio seemed warped or otherwise manipulated. she’d caught sight of a familiar figure entering the arena – who was that? how did he get inside? who can tell... – and then the feed changed. there was nothing much she could see, but her eyes had been glued to the screen of her television for the past half hour, anyway. all the while she was straining her eyes to try to see who it was, and at some point that figure was joined by another by Sejanus’ tribute Marcus’ bruised and wounded body, and then the feed darkened nearly completely. 

she sat in her sofa in an embryo pose, blanket over her stressed form, covering her back and the bare feet and legs that the knitted bedtime jumper couldn’t. she realized the gamemakers or the Capitol were trying to hide something, nothing else could explain the feed changing and audio going wobbly and earning static in the process. 

the bell ringing at the front door startled her so bad that y/n gasped and jerked in her position on the sofa. her head whipped in its direction and she watched two figures entering her family’s mansion from the far end of the hallway. she could already tell who the two were, but she remained sat on the sofa, her legs unmoving out of anxiety. she shut off the television and just watched them walk towards her through the unlit hallway, arms wrapping around her knees underneath her beloved blanket.

“ms y/l/n, a mister Snow is here, for you,” the housekeeper announced as she and Coriolanus entered the living room, Coriolanus stumbling into the room more than walking into it. he looked like he was falling to pieces. his breath was heavy, hair and academy uniform in disarray, face just... bewildered. y/n nodded at her housekeeper, extended her arms towards Coryo like a child reaching for its favourite toy and sniffled quietly.

“thank you, Nora,” she told the housekeeper, “please leave us. you can go to bed, i won’t need anything else for the night.” she said in a hushed voice and the housekeeper nodded, knowing to listen to the child of her employers. y/n hated giving anyone orders, much less this spectacular lady, but she did want to be alone with Coryo. and by the look of him, she could tell he couldn’t be around anyone else but her. he was a man of privacy, after all.

as soon as Nora shut the door behind her and left for the maids’ quarters, Coryo accepted the plea in y/n’s extended arms and stumbled over to her on the sofa. “i—i’m sorry,” he said the first words out of breath, in a voice so broken and frail that y/n’s lips twitched downwards and she felt the need to cry, “i didn’t know where else to go, i couldn’t... i couldn’t f-face anyone else...” as he sat down before y/n’s bare feet peeking out from the blanket, she noticed in the poor lighting of the room that his clothes were dirty. there were cuts in his shirt, dirt, gravel, sand... blood. 

“what happened?” her voice wouldn’t go any louder than a whisper, and her lips were turning into a pout as she looked Coryo over, her meek hands reaching out for him but unsure whether she should touch him or not. he could fall apart like the frailest glass, it seemed, if anything touched him right now. his face was bruised. there were small cuts on his cheek, blood on his chin. she noticed how they had already been taken care of.

Coryo still took heavy breaths, but finally he felt like his vision was real and not fooling him, and he took in his surroundings. the dim lighting in the posh room, y/n’s bare feet touching his red academy pant leg, her legs pulled up to her chest under a cute throw-blanket in the pastel colour of chocolate milk, her small hands reaching out to him, unsure, unsteady. he lifted his head to look at her, and the expression on her face made his heart lurch in his chest. her glassy eyes – no doubt matching his –, the pout on her lips, her rosy cheeks, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion. he could never decline that face. “dr Gaul sent me inside the arena to get Sejanus out,” he finally said, and he spoke in a whisper tone that could only be meant for secrets, “but the tributes heard us... i’m not sure i should even be telling you about this at all,” he admitted.

y/n shook her head. “your secret’s safe with me,” she assured with a gentle nod.

“yes, but dr Gaul—” Coryo began, but she interrupted him in the voice of a faint whisper. 

“i know how terrifying she is,” y/n persisted, “she won’t know that i know.” she said even quieter and looked, really looked, into Coryo’s eyes, and nodded gently again at him. he searched her eyes for a few seconds, weighing the risk of her knowing this, trying to decide if he should tell her more or just cut short here. but really. she’s a loose end and she knows it. it’s not like dr Gaul was in high thoughts of y/n or deemed her more valuable than any other student, and her nature played a big part in that opinion of the young girl. how would she know that y/n found out about this night in the arena? she wouldn’t. it would never come up in conversation. y/n wasn’t part of this.

“the tributes heard us,” Coryo started to say as he sat closer to y/n, his body turned to face her, and almost loomed over her. he’s always been much taller than her, and sometimes that played a part in their dynamic. he took her hands in his above her bent knees and the blanket. he licked his lips and y/n searched his eyes, his... stoic blue eyes. there was a change in them, “they came after us and i...” he shook his head, “i didn’t want to hurt him,” Coryo’s voice broke and his head dropped onto y/n’s covered knees. 

she heard a sob from him, and it shook her entire form, making her gasp quietly. she’d never seen him cry before. the night on the rooftop, in the garden, she knew he was close to it, but she knew he’d never let his pride down so much that he’d let anyone see him cry. and Coryo didn’t feel so good about crying now, about opening himself up to her like this, he felt disgusted with himself. but he also couldn’t stop. and he couldn’t hide everything from her, after all. 

y/n shuffled around until her legs were tucked under herself and she moved closer to Coryo, taking his scarred cheeks between her small hands and lifting his face up so he would see her. she knew she made him nervous usually, but she calculated that that effect flipped around on itself when he was in this state, or one similar to this. breaking apart. feeling vulnerable. beaten down. she looked into his eyes and he back into hers, not really having any other choice. she had this compelling power over him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to hide from her. not really.

his breathing slowed down as he just looked into her wondering beautiful orbs, full of so much determination, courage and kindness. she was almost smiling at him, even though she wanted to cry, too, and her eyes were glassy with produced tears, but she wanted to appear strong for him. because right now he really needed a strong anchor to hold onto, he was the one in need of support. y/n took that role mainly in their friendship-relationship, especially at school, when she got herself in trouble, or at home, when her parents were giving her an earful about her irresponsibility and all the jazz they usually gave her an earful about.

last time Coryo and y/n saw each other, she realized he had the ability to ground her. and now she realized she had the ability to ground him, because by looking into his eyes she could see his emotions and mood changing by the second. and all because she’s holding him, and he’s looking into her eyes. he didn’t need much more than that. 

and yet maybe he did. he didn’t know which part of him had the urge, but all of him acted on it by ducking forward and kissing her on the lips. he could taste the sweat she had made on her lips out of stress, and the blueberry tartlet she must have had as a late snack not too long ago. and his hands couldn’t keep away anymore, either, they were taking hold of her face like hers was holding his cheeks between them. y/n would have gasped at his sudden action if she had any air to breathe, and she sighed heavily when he did give her a split second of air after fiery kisses to her delicious lips. 

he kept his eyes on her as he pulled his academy blazer off and threw it to the ground beside the couch, then came back closer to her, one hand on her cheek and the other pulling the adorable blanket off her legs. y/n placed a palm on that hand of his, which made Coryo furrow his eyebrows and look at her with puzzled eyes. didn’t she want this, too? she gulped, eyes averted from his shyly. “i’d rather we talked about it, Coryo,” she admitted and looked back at him carefully, eyes so un-knowing and yet more clever than most people’s. Coryo tilted his head slightly at her words. 

his hands took the bull by its horns, pulling the blanket fully away and welcoming the night air of the mansion upon y/n’s bare legs, making her gasp again. Coryo used the moment of surprise to his advantage and pushed her down on the sofa, sneaking in between her legs like the slippery mastermind he was, and he slid a hand under her knitted jumper, raising goose-bumps in his wake across her stomach and waist. y/n hated that she felt aroused, meaning she felt exactly how he wanted her to, was right where he wanted her, but she couldn’t exactly pull away. she hated being at someone’s mercy, but.... it was Coryo.

she surprised him when he found she wasn’t wearing a bra under her jumper, nothing was standing between his greedy hands and her naked breasts now, though her not wearing a bra at home wasn’t exactly a surprise. it’s just that his inexperienced self was shocked to find a part of her naked, and right there, at his disposal. watching her face, he placed his palm over one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. and her face, oh, the expression on it was to die for. eyes softly shut, eyebrows gently spasming as she was feeling something very new to her, her teeth biting her lower lip, cheeks turning more red and no doubt burning up. Coryo placed a kiss on her bare stomach, just above the elastic of her underwear, and watched her still as she whimpered for the first time. her thighs fidgeted around him, feet unsurely digging into the soft cushions of her couch—she really didn’t know what to do with herself and these sensations she was experiencing. 

“i’d rather we didn’t,” he said to her finally, though his actions were more than enough of a response to what she said, but she hardly heard him now. there was a gentle static in her ears, and heat all over her writhing form. her pure, supple, untouched form. all for him to touch, to explore. Coryo took his shirt off in a hurry, as if y/n might disappear if he had his hands off her for a second longer, and returned to her half-naked body a hungrier man. hands raking the insides of her thighs, he kissed her again, hot lips making their conversation just moments ago seem like the far past, making her almost forget it happened. y/n could hardly feel her legs, though she knew this was just the beginning, and she wrapped her arms around Coryo’s frame and held onto him as he moved his slender torso against her chest. she could feel the bones of his hips jutting against her own, his growing crotch pressing against her panty-covered soaking cunt, teasing her, making her pant heavily and whimper like a kitten. 

having her like this satiated the hunger that rose from the deep hole he’d created inside himself, gnawing at him like a big black hole with eager, starving claws. every stroke of his hips against hers beat the monster down but dangled the bait in front of it at the same time, leaving him in quite the paradox. this was more than enough, yet Coryo knew he could go further with y/n, further than enough, and that she’d let him. everything in him wanted to, and he couldn’t stop himself. adrenaline was pumping blood from his heart into his veins, she was available and the only one who could help with the hole growing inside him. 

but y/n couldn’t go further without another word spoken. he was avoiding her question, he was avoiding the whole last hour of this night. “Coryo,” she whispered softly as his lips kissed at her neck, tongue sweeping over a particularly bruised-with-kisses spot on her sculpture-like skin, he was an animal let loose. and his affections almost made her forget what she wanted to ask, and she thought maybe she doesn’t really want to know. but y/n sighed, trying to clear her mind, “tell me what happened,” she plead in a quiet voice and it made Coryo raise his head and look into her eyes again. 

he framed the side of her face with only a hand, his thumb on her chin and the rest of his palm splayed across her burning cheek. he loved seeing the look of lust and confusion on her face, in her eyes most of all. the pads of his fingertips softly pushed into her skin. “no,” he remained stubborn, and y/n would have been surprised to have him do otherwise. she gulped softly, hoping he wouldn’t feel it, but no, he felt every motion any part of her made now. his mind came up with a new idea as he slid a hand of his across her stomach, making a wave across her supple body, and then he reached her underwear. he knew, like everyone else did sort of matter-of-factly, that women were to be touched there. he knew it was the spot in her with which he could get her full attention. and he also knew he’d have to fabricate having experience in this field for y/n. he didn’t want her to think him inexperienced, which he was exactly, or least of all that he’s experimenting with her—which was also what he was doing. so he improvised by cupping her warmest place in the body, and he felt an immediate reaction. her thighs fidgeted around his waist again and her stomach lurched. her eyes shut, but he wanted to see them, “open your eyes,” Coryo urged her, and y/n had to force herself to comply, her beautiful eyes looking into his again. they held eye contact as he ran his middle finger in a straight line between her clothed folds, and he watched as her face contorted, caused by the new strange and pleasant feelings. she felt like warm honey on his fingers, “right now all i need is to feel you,” he told her and did the same motion with his finger again, only this time slower, making it pleasurably agonizing for her, coaxing quiet whimpers from her lips, “and this tells me you need it, too.” 

god, she hated that he was right. at first it was want, she wanted him to stay over, to touch her, to feel her, to do things to her that no one else had ever before. now, she felt so desperate for it that she felt she could explode if she didn’t get what seemed to be promised to her. the want grew to need. she wanted to shake her head, wanted to push him off—that would really be characteristic to her. but instead she brought herself to really look into his eyes and nod in response. Coryo’s lips almost made a smile or a grin, almost, she caught the ghost of it in the corner of his lips before he kissed her again. “alright, Coryo,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t touch me properly right now, i willkick you out of my home.” she said surely, admitting to her desperation without shame and in turn – with pride, and now Coryo grinned. her feistiness was one of the things he liked about her, and it coming out in this setting was more than he could have asked for. in a weird way it got him going. 

y/n placed both of her hands on the sides of his face and kept him close to her as he reached his hand into her underwear, breaching into unexplored territory. she was all the warmer for him, and soaking wet. he hummed, their lips nearly touching, but not completely. it was torture for him. he wanted to devour her lips, her whole face, her whole existence. her lips were like the food of life for him, the sounds she made music to his ears and air in his lungs. “you’re just perfect for me,” he confessed to her in a shudder and y/n smiled lightly. his fingers ran through her naked warm folds, just testing the waters, until they found the opening between them, where the wetness and warmth were seeping from. Coryo would have dropped his head onto her shoulder if her hands weren’t holding it up right, but he just felt like he lost his damn mind at how incredible her walls felt around his fingers, and he could collapse right there on top of her. 

“Coryo,” she sang his nickname in a beautiful moan when two fingers prodded inside her, beating any expectations she had about this beforehand. they were long and thick, touching every inch of her, it felt like, and reaching just far enough. she was barely holding onto him, and her body was reacting to his touches immediately. hips moving, back arching, thighs squeezing his body between them, breaths shuddering. 

“no one’s done this to you before, have they?” Coryo asked, but he hardly needed an answer. by the way she was reacting, he could tell that she’d never felt like this before. y/n shaking her head at his question was merely the last dot on the confirmation, yet it still made him more aroused. knowing he was the first one to do this to her, with her. he grazed her upper wall with his finger pads, being careful not to let his nails scrape her, and it brought a moan from her that he’d never heard anyone make. guttural, coming from the very depths of her lungs, her vocal cords, from her very core. it made him shudder. he repeated the motion, slower one time, then faster the next, all the while watching her reaction. he loved seeing her eyes shut, her cheeks become redder, her lips parting, stretching, pushing breaths and whimpers out from between them. Coryo felt one of her hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned. her hips bucked and she grabbed onto his perfect curls between her fingers when he reached farther inside her with his two fingers, and it made them both moan into each other’s mouths, y/n letting his lips rest over hers. he’d reached that great point inside her, feeling her hot and spongy against his digits. it’s almost like she was sucking him in. “you’re so good for me,” Coryo told her and y/n whimpered at the praise. 

“more, please,” she begged with no shame and Coryo obliged, picking up the pace of his fingers and massaging over her folds with his thumb all the while. when he accidentally grazed over her clit, y/n made a high-pitched moan of the utmost sensitivity, and he knew he’d done the right thing. and by accident, no less. he was on the winning team, “Coryo,” she cried with her eyes shut and he noticed a tear on her cheek, kissing over it immediately. next his lips were on hers again, lapping at her tongue with his own like the starving man he was, knowing nothing of tomorrow or the next hour, just so engulfed in her that he knew nothing else. she was the perfect getaway.

he could feel her body behaving in a different way, thighs trembling around him, walls squeezing his hand in, hands nearly powerless, chest shuddering. she wasn’t far off her release, he guessed. with another press to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry, Coryo once again watched her reaction in amazement. but he didn’t want to feel her release like this, he needed them both different. Coryo pulled his fingers away, once again making y/n cry out, this time in the most desperation she could manage, and she looked up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. he offered her a gentle smile and moved down her body, dragging her underwear with him. down her legs and away, the light pink garment went, and y/n bit her plump lip in anticipation as she watched him. 

Coryo tucked her underwear into the trousers of his academy uniform that he was still wearing and returned to her body, laying kisses across her thighs on his way up to her. y/n squirmed under and around him, mewled, muttering his name in a mewl here and there, relishing in the feeling of his lips on her untouched skin and his hands roaming all over her body, under her jumper, over it, trying to cover every inch of her. she hated that he had stopped touching her right when she was closest to that one sacred edge she wanted so badly to reach, he was teasing her, taunting her, testing her waters. it was clear to her that he had never done this to another girl before. Coryo was just like her, and yet he’d put up a different façade. 

he dug his fingers into the flesh of her naked hips, which made y/n throw her head back into the sofa cushions, baring her delicious-looking neck to Coryo. he used that to his advantage, licking and kissing at the skin of her neck which he had already bruised marked with his lips just moments ago, he was devouring her with a hunger only she could really satiate, and yet he couldn’t get enough of her. his growing crotch pressed against her bare cunt, and y/n gasped at the feeling. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks and lips red and puffy, she looked up at Coryo again, and he returned the gesture. he took one of her hands in his and guided it down to between them, where he was growing harder and in size, it seemed, watching her face all the while and taking notice of her biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. Coryo made her feel him through his trousers, and he couldn’t hide the effect her touch had on him - shuddering throughout his whole body, eyelids fluttering, he was barely able to utter the next words, but he did so in a quiet voice. “feel what you do to me?” 

y/n nodded with lustful eyes, hungry like the wolf for the boy above her. her boldness came back and with it y/n unzipped Coryo’s custom-made trousers and reached into his boxers to really feel him. he had girth and he was solid, she could feel that all with her hand on him. she was making him a panting mess, giving his length a sure stroke, Coryo’s head falling into the crook of her neck and him moaning, though she knew the piece of his pride that died for him to do that. he hardly let anyone see his inner world, his true feelings, so for him to be this vulnerable with her took a great deal of courage. “do i make you... feel like this often?” y/n asked quietly, and Coryo nodded with a whimper as her finger flicked over his tip, pink and sensitive. y/n wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down, slowly, looking at his face all the while, wishing she could see his beautiful eyes now, see the emotions swimming around in the blue of them.

Coryo fisted the pillow right beside her, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, “yes, yes, yes, god, yes,” he chanted in her ear as the pace of her strokes grew faster, and y/n could feel each breaths in his lungs against her own, his chest rising and hitting against her so intensely. she’d made him crumble beneath her so quickly, it surprised her, “i need you, y/n, i need to feel you,” Coryo confessed and managed the strength to raise his head and look at her again. he was too afraid to utter the phrase i need to be inside you, feeling just too shy all of a sudden to say that. the look on his face was pure desperation, he looked like he could start crying the next moment, and y/n’s heart lurched in her chest at seeing that. seeing and recognising that she could make him as desperate as he’d made her. that she could make him small, “no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he confessed more, breaking his own façade down, and y/n smiled at him sheepishly. she knew, of course, that what he said was true. she knew everything about him.

“you have me,” she assured him and brought him out of the confine of his boxers, making Coryo breathe in relief. he had felt so restricted in his own clothes, “but god, Coryo, will you fit? you feel too big in my hand,” y/n said shyly and bit down on her lip again, a habit that Coryo had noticed her having for quite a while now, and he looked down between them two. y/n knew her comment went straight to his growing ego, but she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. and when he caught onto it, he looked at her again, with a smile on his lips this time. she grinned wide and giggled before she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips, as if it was her first time doing so. simple, loving, affectionate. 

suddenly she fully took in the look of his naked torso, his amazingly sculpted shoulders and arms, his pearly chest... the sight of him was so breath-taking and delicious that she nearly forgot all her other surroundings. Coryo, though the look her eyes were giving him flattered him so, took the bull by its horns again and pushed the very tip of his hard length through her folds, where her warm opening welcomed him. y/n felt a strain while Coryo felt the beginning of a true release, but he noticed her awkward expression, felt her hold on his face falter, and he paused his movements to just check in. 

“alright?” he asked quietly, as he couldn’t tell what to do next by her face, “too big for you?” he teased and it made them both smile, then erupt into mad giggles in unison. y/n would never have expected Coryo to have humour in a moment like this, but she was relieved that he did, and god did it make the whole thing easier. she wasn’t worried, wasn’t anxious anymore, wasn’t feeling insecure about any aspect of herself anymore. except the thing she’d heard that happened to most women on their first time – the bleeding, the pain, his reaction to it. those were the few things she wanted to avoid happening. but if Coryo was his sweetheart-self, then she had no bad reaction to worry about. she was glad he was the person she was doing it for the first time with, she’d really lucked out.

“just a little,” she finally answered after their giggle fit while holding each other in their arms, “try going deeper,” she urged in a hushed voice, and Coryo complied, adjusting his hips forward, slowly, not to accidentally hurt her more. he couldn’t deny how incredible this felt, how incredible she felt around him, her walls sucking him right in so tightly, “ohmygodohmygod,” y/n pushed the words out in a quick breath, feeling a burn and stretch inside of her at the size of him. she didn’t have anyone to compare Coryo to, and no one else had been inside her before, but he felt big enough. 

Coryo appreciated her arm on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his pearly skin, and her other hand splayed across his cheek, thumb almost digging a hole in his cheek. “you feel so perfect around me,” Coryo praised against her parted lips, and y/n could only look at him with strain and tears in her eyes as he inched himself further and further inside, her face changing by every inch, it seemed, until he had bottomed out with a groan and she’d only felt a momentary sting of pain. and the worst part was over—what a miracle it was that it had been so quick for her, she’d expected otherwise. Coryo could see the immediate relaxation on her features, and he smiled. 

he kissed away her fallen tears, but more kept falling from her eyes and y/n could only explain them as being happy tears, though she scolded herself for being so emotional in a meaningful moment like this. but maybe it was just right. Coryo smiled at her and she could see his orbs being glossy, too, and she was glad. it was no wonder, really, taking how shaken he was when he came into her home and sat down on her couch beside her. he was still in turmoil, but that didn’t matter now. he had her. 

“can i try... moving? you feel alright?” he asked her in a whisper. this slow thrust inside her had already felt like heaven, he couldn’t wait to repeat it over and over and over. 

y/n nodded, “yeah, go ahead,” she said and Coryo complied. she took in the feeling of him pulling out gently, slowly... teasingly. he was grinning, she saw, and she shook her head in disbelief as a beautiful smile adorned her features. and then he thrust inside her again, stuffing her walls with his great length, making her back arch and moans that she’s never made before escape her lips. he could hardly concentrate, but he didn’t want to miss all the different facial expressions she would make, the look in her eyes, while he made love to her now. he made himself keep his eyes open as he began to move rhythmically now. 

y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, engulfing him in her more and more, and each of his thrusts earned him a squeak from her from the movements. god, he just adored her beyond measure. she was everything he needed now, and later, and forever. Coryo kissed her neck, licked at it, as he had before, and it only made her moan more, each moan in its own unique high or low pitch, and dig her fingers into whichever part of his skin she was holding. Coryo adored her touches, they turned him on, and he wanted her hands on him always, they were a lifeline. his hands gripped her waist, her sweater bunched just above them, only covering her arms and her breasts, though barely even those from how much Coryo was moving her.

“you're doing so good for me,” he breathed into her ear, and the praise only spurred her on. she clenched around him, and it made Coryo break his focus completely, his head dropping onto y/n’s chest, where he breathed hot air onto her skin, “i’m sorry, i think i’m close,” he confessed, and y/n raised his face with her hands, looking at him with puzzlement across her face. 

“me too, it’s okay,” she assured him and then took one of his hands in hers and lead it down to where their bodies met. she laid his palm over the bulge that had formed in her lower stomach from him. the sight and feel of it made Coryo groan, getting him all the more closer to his release. 

“fuck, that’s amazing,” he said into her neck, and y/n nodded.

“you’re so big, Coryo,” she complimented him again and felt his dick twitch inside her at the words, “made a bump in me,” she put it into words and it made the boy nearly lose his mind. then she guided his hand just a little lower and pressed his hand onto her clit, where he recalled was her most vulnerable point, “come on, touch me. we’ll do it together,” she urged him on in the sweetest of angel voices and Coryo didn’t need to think twice before complying. he loved her ordering him around a little, it was much needed tonight especially. 

he pressed his thumb against her clit as his hips had nearly reached their fastest pace, and watched as her face twisted in pleasure. eyes shutting, lips spasming, closing, opening, teeth biting, voice singing out to him. “oh, Coryo,” she called his name and he felt it go straight to his heart. there wasn’t much more that he needed in order to come now, and he prided in himself for lasting so long at all, all the while feeling a little ashamed about it. he wanted this to last longer. but since he could tell she was coming, too, his thumb drawing harsh circles on her clit to bring it on, he revelled in them both finishing at once. 

“fuuuck, y/n, i love you,” he whimpered into her ear as he spilled himself inside her tightly-squeezing walls while y/n all but chanted his nickname like a mantra. her hands almost drew blood on his back from how tightly she held onto him, and she shuddered around him at the feeling of her own release coating his entire length. her thighs trembled and she panted heavy breaths against his neck. she’d almost missed his quiet confession, she’d actually heard it amidst their joined euphoria, but she had thought it a hallucination. 

but that assumption dissipated as she came to and looked up at Coryo, whose eyes were worriedly, with tears streaming from them, looking down at her. she quickly moved her hands to his cheeks and tried to sit up in their awkward position. best she could do was position herself higher on her pillow against the sofa’s armrest, and she gulped. “you love me?” she echoed in the smallest of voices, searching his eyes. they were worried, fearful. what if he’d said the wrong thing? what if she felt different about him, different than what he felt about her? what if he’d said it too soon? what if he’d just ruined all this with her? 

but he did love her. he was sure of it. so he nodded, his curls bouncing with the confirming movement. y/n ran her hand over them and smiled wide at him. 

“you love me,” she said again, surely this time, in a happy tone of voice. as if she’d discovered the best, most well-wishing secret in the whole world. and perhaps that’s what it was. her favourite secret about Coryo was that she knew he loved her, “i love you, too,” y/n told him before he could assume otherwise, and kissed his trembling lips. Coryo felt on top of the world. he had said the right thing, he’d played his cards right, he’d told her how he felt. of course, his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it in words meant the world to y/n. 

“thank god, you had me worried there for a bit,” Coryo half-joked between their kisses, and it made her laugh. she pulled back from his lips and admired the boy above her. forehead glistening from sweat in the dim lighting, curls messily falling over his beautiful face, his pearly chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. 

“who would i be without a little suspense, huh?” she asked and smiled at him again. she could see complete love and devotion in his eyes, two things she’d seen on his face only partly or half-meant before, and only towards herself. Coryo used the moment of silence to pull out of her and stuff himself back into his trousers. sitting against the sofa cushions to do it, he glanced at her cunt and saw it leaking with his white substance. y/n looked at him with sultry eyes and her teeth biting her lower lip, arms crossed over her chest, and she spread her legs just a little further to tease him with a wider look, “like what you see?” she asked quietly.

he just gave her eyes of total surrender, he was waving the white flag for giving up and he took a deep breath. y/n giggled as Coryo shook his head in disbelief and lowered his face down to her center, once again giving her anticipation. “you look so pretty,” he complimented and ran a finger through her folds, making her shudder as more of the snow-white liquid pooled out and coated her cunt, “pretty with me dripping out of you,” Coryo sneaked a glance up at her and saw the clear-as-day lust in her eyes. feeling that animalistic urge take over him again, he brought out his tongue and lapped up each drop coming out of her. y/n felt sensitive, sore, and Coryo was giving her a mix of both pleasure and pain as he drank at her. she had him right where she wanted him. the question was – would he stay there? 

his tongue prodded at her entrance just a tad, heightening her sensitivity, and he moaned against her folds at her shudder under him, giving her folds a kiss over once he was done. he wanted to leave most of his spill inside her, only having lapped up and gulped down what was excess. sitting up before her, between her legs, Coryo licked his lips and leaned over her form. y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and could taste something salty and something sweet all at once on his lips and tongue. it was both of them. 

“will you please stay?” y/n asked her in her small voice again, looking into Coryo’s eyes. she hoped to not find any resistance or decline, and her hopes were fulfilled. “please,” she plead more as he teased her with his silence. he nodded, and it made her smile wider than ever. he would stay over, like he promised her he would someday. it meant he didn't view her only as a secret anymore. maybe they could even go to Heavensbee hall tomorrow together, maybe hand in hand... “why did you say sorry? about being close?” she reminded him of the few moments before their euphorias. Coryo bent his head low for a moment. 

“just felt embarrassed,” he answered, “about not lasting long. i just... i just wanted this to last longer for you,” he told her and managed to look at her again. y/n made a comforting face and stroked the side of his face. she understood. 

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she assured him, “there will be other times,” she pointed out and laid a kiss to his cheek, “it was your first time, so please don’t worry your beautiful head over it.” Coryo managed a ghost of a smile just for y/n to kiss him and make his smile more life-like. “you did good, Coryo.” those words of praise went straight to his dick again, and he blushed. she had made him blush. y/n giggled. 

“you did great, too,” Coryo told her and kissed her hair, “thank you. i never would have wanted to do this with anyone else but you,” he confessed as they held tight eye contact. y/n’s heart surged at his words. 

“me too. i’m glad it was you,” she said and it made Coryo smile with shut lips, “now, can i get my underwear back?” she’d made a joke again, and Coryo felt like playing along further. 

“no, i’m keeping it,” he said in a hushed voice, shaking his head and y/n made a playful pout. she’d want to make him think he could keep it and that she’d steal it back later, but she couldn’t. Coryo having her underwear in the pocket of his academy trousers made her feel somehow proud. a piece of her with him wherever he goes. and if he went home and stashed them somewhere in his wardrobe cabinet, that would be fine, too. she loved knowing her underwear was a token for him. 

she only said, “alright,” and took his hand in hers, “let’s go shower and then to bed. you’ve exhausted me.” she admitted and Coryo took it as a compliment. he wanted this treacherous-turned-great day to end, too, and she was the cherry on top of it all. he wouldn’t have gone home tonight for anything. 

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[your-unfriendlyghost]

just bc I’ve never seen u talk abt him but…… darry perhaps ?? (for that character thing you reposted lol) bc me personally I could ramble abt him all day long haha

….with a cherry on top 😁🤲

How I feel about this character

  Well, Darry’s ok. I think he’s incredibly well-written. I like him fine, you just haven’t heard me talk abt him cos I don’t have all that much to say abt him :,) 

  I relate to him in some ways, but every time I think too hard about him I get nervous because his situation is…nightmarish for me and it freaks me out in a way that isn’t entertaining (the way writing other angst I relate to is for me) but just…existential dread. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

  Darry and Paul probably had something going on- at least from what I’ve heard from the musical side of things it seems not platonic, idk abt the book/movie tho

  And him and Tim Shepard in the 90s show were…something too. I dunno what exactly, but…somrething. I get where the tarry shippers are coming from and yk I like that kinda.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

  Two-Bit! I don't ship them, but I think they were closer growing up and sorta stopped being best friends in high school once Darry joined the football team. But they’ll always care for each other, and Two-Bit can read Darry better than anyone. 

  I do think that they mutually make each other insecure about their older-brothering abilities. Like Darry’s insecure because Two-Bit’s never really fought with his kid sister (at least rn- I hc that they fight more as she gets older) and Two-Bit’s insecure because Darry’s so responsible and Two-Bit isn’t really. They’ve never talked about this and probably never will, at least not until they’re older.

  I think once Pony and Soda are older and Darry’s less stressed, Two-Bit helps him re-learn how to be young and irresponsible. There was a line from a movie I watched recently (Calendar Girl, 1993) (Ridiculous sounding movie but it’s one of my favs now) with a line that went something like 

  “So you don’t like me because I get you drunk, but you do like me because I stick around while you throw up?”

  “Yeah. You’re one of my best friends.” 

And that’s sorta their dynamic to me rn. I think back in elementary school/junior high it was reversed, with Darry pushing Two-Bit to be more confident, but it completely 180s now that they’re grown.

My unpopular opinion about this character

  He acts immature sometimes/often. He’s not the gang’s “dad”, or even considered the “responsible” one generally. Yk, he’s not immune to having teen boy-ish bravado- like how he leaves the door unlocked because he’s convinced he can take anyone who’d break in. (He’s real for that- I too feel like I could easily take on any home intruder :) ‘course Darry’s stronger than me and like 6’2 so he probably could better than I could, but yk the point is that it’s very teen boy/young man of him ig)

  I feel like before his folks died he was a lot less responsible- I’ve written one fic pre-canon where he’s more easy going because he doesn’t have the child service workers breathin down his neck yet lol. But yk, he probably snuck out at night in high school, did dumb things like any other kid. I mean I’m a good kid, but even I’ve been kicked outta stores- I’m sure Darry’s been too. Maybe he didn’t smoke, but he probably drank a bit and got speeding tickets and did other stupid shit to impress his buddies. (C’mon, who hasn’t?) (Actually maybe I’m not as good as I think maybe that’s not normal idk I’m not gonna think abt that rn)

  Other controversial opinion…while I know it’s symbolic, I don’t l o v e how Patrick Swayze was like 10 years older than Darry was supposed to be in the movie- I’m so sorry- he did a GREAT job as the character! But he just doesn’t read as 20 to me no matter how hard I try to suspend my disbelief and it’s bugged me for years- It’s not as bad as Mason’s actor in Tex, but I just. Don’t like it :,) Again I’m so sorry nothing against Swayze! I think he’s great, just…I wish he’d been ten years younger in Outsiders 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

  I dunno lol. Again, I ain’t got that many thoughts about him…I think he fulfilled his role for me and there’s not a lot more I’d wanna see from him. 

  …Well, actually, I’d love to see him hanging with Mason McCormick. but that would never happen in canon so yk

Oh it’d be cool to see him throwing Steve more that’d be funny

[stanfiction-withsoos]

i’m v interested to hear more abt ford and poindexter’s interactions !!! :DDDD

OKAY SO

after poindexters initial panic attack, he gets really avoidant of ford when hes in front. which isnt ideal as stans system is the one that mans the ship so poindexter is getting pulled to front often ( hes the only one good at the calculations part )

ford is confused and hurt and tries his best to create impromptu bonding opportunities between him and ( unknowingly ) poindexter. this makes poindexter stressed.

( god i hate these old men and their inability to communicate /aff )

one day either ford or poindexter snap ( i cant think of which, but its either " goddamnit stanley why wont you spend time with me?! " or " leave me the hell alone! " ) that ends with tears and poindexter kind of explaining whats going on in choppy terminology.

of course, poindexter kinda hops around the whole " having DID " thing as it is a very stigmatized disorder and ford is only really familiar with a society where its even more so

i feel like it'd kinda go something like this:

Poindexter: I go into a dissociative state where... i am you? not in the literal sense, but it is... akin to becoming you mentally

( stans face sours and he adverts his gaze from ford. i imagine that poindexter has the same nervous tick of hiding his hands behind his back as ford does, and hes doing that in this moment )

Ford: ... fascinating. do you know if there is an anomalous reason for this... change in mental states?

( ford means supernatural, they both know that, but ford doesnt call it that in fear of coming off as rude. thus: anomalous )

Poindexter: it is a medically recognized trauma response.

( he still hasnt looked back at ford. stans face twitches due to nerves. )

Ford: i see...

( ford pauses for a moment, thinking about how to properly support his brother. mabel emphasized how crutial emotional support was in general, and ford has been trying to get better at the whole " caring about people " thing. yes i hc ford with npd, hes my npd king. )

Ford: ... is there any way i can... support you during this?

( poindexter finally looks back at ford, whos softly smiling. poindexters eyes sparkle and he smiles back. )

poindexter eventually tells ford that they have DID and then, by fords suggestion, they keep a journal for it. i'd also imagine that stans system is pretty small, so ford gets mabels help in making lil fronting indicator bracelets for stan :3

( oh and ford and poindexter make out sloppy style. it starts with poindexter giving ford an idea and ford gets so excited that he kisses him. like that one scene with stan and abeula )

i. also keep referring to them all as stan, but should i come up with a system name for them?

[altsvu]

long lost

pairing: peter stone x black!fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

summary: peter left you. but when he comes back it’s like he never left, if not better than that.

tw: smut smut smut (p in v sex, oral sex, teasing), fluff, a little angst

a/n: i love me some peter stone 🤭 yet once again this has been sitting in my notes for a long time, since 2020 actually… but we’re not gonna talk abt it. i think of this fic as a twist to the season 20 finale since it’s based on stone leaving. i got a little carried away with this one, i think this is my longest fic yet!

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“Peter, why do you have to leave?”

“I just have to. I lost perspective, so I need to move on for a little while.”

“But what do you mean? Peter, you’re not talking to me.”

“I can’t tell you right now. I will tell you, but I can’t now.”

You were going through a lot of different emotions at the same time. Frustration, sadness, anger even. Tears were forming in your eyes, and when the first one rolled down your cheek, it became instant waterworks.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I really am. I will talk to you soon,” Peter said, his eyes getting red and tearing up as well.

Before you could even answer, Peter gave you a quick hug and you watched him walk out the door with his packed duffel bag as if he was in a hurry.

That broke you.

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8 months later:

“We should call Liv.” You said.

“She has a thing, told us not to call her unless it’s urgent.” Kat said.

You stared at the text containing the lab results.

“We may have let one of the guilty men get away with a double rape and murder. This is pretty urgent to me.”

“Y/L/N...”

“If she gets upset then she gets upset.” You replied, pulling up Liv’s number and calling it.

“Y/N! What’s going on?” Liv asked.

“Lab results. We need to talk about them. And get new arrest warrants fast.”

“Are they that bad?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll send you the address of where I am right now, you and Kat can meet me.”

“Thanks, Liv.” You said, hanging up.

“Call Carisi?”

You then looked to Kat, gunning the engine. “Yes. We’re going on a little trip.”

When you and Kat got to Liv’s location, you got a call from Melinda. You had asked her a favor that would help with the case.

“Melinda.” You said on the phone. Kat was ahead of you and you heard her greeting Liv. “Oh. Okay, okay... third person?... but they didn’t rape her... so he’s still guilty... okay, okay... thank you Melinda, I owe you.”

You sighed and looked back at the lab results once over then looked up to address Liv and Fin when you saw who was in front of you.

“Peter?” You asked. It had been 8 months since you saw him last. Probably even more than that.

To your knowledge, he left after the case against Rob Miller. You didn’t even want to think about that case the way it had you and the rest of your squad stressed out. You didn’t find out what really happened that made him leave until two months ago from Liv and you were still distraught that he didn’t have the balls to tell you about it.

You took a good look at him. He looked a little different but he was still his beautiful, sexy self and you loved that, despite everything.

“Y/N.” He smiled. He pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. You inhaled the scent of his cologne on his coat. He kissed the top of your head before letting you go. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“Amazing.” He smiled.

“Hey, I hate to interrupt but what are the results?” Fin asked.

You opened your phone and Peter saw the lock screen of you and him at the annual gala a year and a half ago. He had his arm around you and was kissing you on the forehead. “There’s a third person. Melinda just told me. And we need to get the other man we let go the other day.”

“Good. Kat, where are we with arrest warrants?” Liv asked.

“I’ll call Carisi again.” she said, walking away from the group.

“So, the third guy, do we know who he is?”

“Yes. His only brother.” You replied.

“Carisi’s on board with the arrest warrants.” Kat said.

“And while you’re at it, ask him for the warrant for the brother too. Fin, go with them, they’ll need another person to arrest the men.”

“On it.” Fin said and got up from his seat.

You started towards the door when Peter took your hand.

“Hey. Maybe we can talk over a light meal or a drink later? Here’s my new number.” He whispered, sliding a card in your hand with his other hand.

You looked down at it for a bit, then looked back up at him. All your intimate memories with him started to rush back in and you prayed that you wouldn’t fold for him right on the spot, in front of all these people.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You whispered back. He pulled you in his arms again. "Good luck out there."

"Thank you Peter," you smiled, slightly getting on your tippy-toes and planting a light kiss on his jaw, a place that you loved kissing him on.

✯✯✯✯

You finally got home after a long evening processing the three suspects and taking their statements.

When you took off your jacket, the little card Peter gave you fell out of the pocket. You picked it up and stared at it long and hard. You missed him a lot and it would be nice to catch up with him.

“Hello?”

“Hey Peter, it’s me Y/N.”

“Y/N, oh, it’s so good to see and hear from you. I’m guessing you called to partake in my offer.”

“If it’s not too late?”

“It’s never too late, especially when it’s you.”

“You’re sweet. Today was super stressful, I’m lucky I have tomorrow off. I wouldn’t mind spending my night with you.” You said in a flirty tone. Accidentally.

“That’s great. You can tell me all about your day, you know I would love to hear it all. I’ll pick you up in 30, I figure you just got home?”

“Yes I did, sounds amazing. Thank you for this Peter. I really needed it.”

It was super cold considering that it was only fall, but you still decided to wear one of your more sexier matching bra and panty sets, which you only wore those for special occasions.

This was a special occasion.

You put on a thick ivory colored turtleneck sweater dress, sheer tights and black above the knee boots. To top it off, you put on your oversized trench coat along with your dainty earrings and a black fur hat.

You looked at your makeup in the mirror. You didn’t do anything dramatic, just a simple brown liner/lip gloss combo, and you redid your concealer and mascara. Peter definitely loved that lip combo on you.

You continued applying finishing touches to your look when you heard your doorbell ring. You went to the door to see Peter with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Hi, thank you.” You smiled, taking the roses from his hand and placing them on your counter, making a mental note to put them in sugar water when you got back.

“Of course,” he said, pulling you into another hug. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just get my coat.”

✯✯✯✯

“Hey, get comfortable. It’s warm in here.” Peter said.

You slipped off your jacket and fur hat, then sat down to slip off your boots.

“Room service should be coming soon, but I have some wine here for us in the meantime.” Peter said, sitting next to you pouring two glasses.

He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing earlier, just without the coat and suit jacket.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered after handing you your glass. “Did I forget to tell you that?”

You pushed some of your curls behind your ear. “You’re so sweet.”

He smiled at you as he was pouring his glass. There was a bit of silence as you two were enjoying the first few sips of wine.

“So, how have things been working out at SVU?”

“Things have been going pretty good. Finally we’re not as short staffed as before.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah very. What about you? What’s been going on in your life?”

“Besides being here with you after six months, nothing much. In all honesty, I’m just glad to back. I went back to Chicago, spent some time by myself, worked in a small law firm for a bit. It was nice, but not all that amazing.”

“Well, I’m glad you were doing good when you were in Chicago.”

“I had to do something, right?” He smiled, laying down on the bed.

You laughed a bit, taking another sip of wine.

“How are you, though?”

You took a few more sips and turned to look in Peter’s eyes.

“I... don’t know.” You whispered. “These past few months were hard for me, but I just pushed my emotions aside. Besides that... I’ve had my good days.”

Peter was silent for a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come here.” He whispered, opening his arm out for you. You crawled in his arms.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you behind. I shouldn’t have left you period. For the first two months I was there, I couldn’t get that memory of you crying out of my head. I couldn’t even bear to call you because of how terrible I made you feel. I couldn’t even tell you what really happened that forced my hand to leave.”

You sighed. “What happened after?”

“I don’t know, after that I honestly thought you hated me and you didn’t want to hear from me. You looked so happy when you were posting on social media and- I don’t know, Y/N, it was hard.”

He told you what happened 8 months ago following the Rob Miller case in full detail, and although you already knew what happened, it felt reassuring hearing it in his words, his point of view.

“I understand. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.”

He turned and looked at you. “Anything.”

“Despite everything that we’ve been through, our ups and down, just everything... I love you Peter. I still do.”

“I love you too.” He responded. Peter moved closer to you and gave you a kiss on your lips. It enabled you to kiss him back, and give him even more kisses. You and him then rolled around in bed, kissing each other more when one of Peter’s hands went up your dress, touching your bare body.

“You’re wearing one of your special occasion lingerie.”

“I knew you’d figure it out.”

“After months of being intimate with you, I think I’ve figured out your tricks. Like this.”

He pulled down your tights a bit and traced his finger around the rose tattoo that was along your bikini line.

“There’s one more that you don’t know about.” You whispered, pulling off your tights. You then got off the bed and went to the mirror that was in the room.

You slowly removed your dress, revealing your body that Peter longed for. You saw him coming up to you from behind.

“You know how I feel about the lingerie you’re wearing.”

“I know. That’s why I wore it.” You whispered. You felt the outline of his length slightly press against your lower back.

“I’m glad. I think you missed me a lot.” He whispered. He ran his fingers along your back tattoo, the Chinese symbols for pleasure and love. He then kissed it lightly. “Pleasure and love.”

“I got it a month after you left. I guess it was kind of a way for me to relieve some of the pain. It didn’t really work the way I wanted to, as you probably know.”

“Hey,” Peter whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry for everything. I really am. I’m here now, and I don’t ever want to leave you again.”

You twisted around and you kissed him passionately. You turned back to face the mirror.

“And I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Well, while we’re here...” Peter started. You felt his hands move to your bra hooks. “The lingerie is beautiful, but there’s something else I find more beautiful.” He slowly removed the hooks one at a time until they were all off. Going to the straps, he slid them off one by one, giving you chills because of how slow he was doing so.

Your bra was completely off and you let Peter cup one of your breasts in his hand. His free hand slid down to your underwear, massaging your opening.

“You’re already wet for me, huh?” He whispered against your skin. His lips brushed your skin ever so slightly and it gave you chills.

“Mmm, yeah.” You smiled, getting pleasure from Peter’s massages.

You turned around after he pulled his fingers out of you underwear. He kissed you starting from your lips to your waist, pulling down your underwear. He kissed your bikini line, licking the rose tattoo. When he got back up, he had his hands on you bare hips.

“I missed this in Chicago.” He said.

“Well this time’s worth the wait.” You smiled. You took the liberty of helping Peter out of his clothes, then you pushed Peter to the bed and as he moved to the middle of the bed, you got on top of him.

“Please, I want to come inside you.” He pleaded, starting to adjust himself to your opening.

You let him go inside you, and it was the best feeling ever. He had his hands on your butt, squeezing it as you thrusted faster and faster.

“Fuck Peter, I don’t think you understand how much I missed this.” You breathed hard, tossing your head back.

Peter kissed your chest and your boobs, one by one, giving you goosebumps.

“Me too. You’re so beautiful, I could fuck you all night.”

You sat back up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I can make that arrangement.”

“Good.” He whispered. You continued thrusting faster, which made Peter reach his climax much faster. You could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Y/N,” He pleaded as you were thrusting. “Please, let me come inside you. I’m almost there.”

You felt a wave of relief rushing through your body as you and Peter had reached your climaxes.

He pulled out and took a deep breath. He looked at you calming down from your climax. You took his hand and pulled him closer to you.

“How’s that for being in Chicago?”

“Much better than any sex we’ve had since we met.” Peter whispered, slowly pushing his two fingers inside you. Your lips parted and you leaned back as he pushed inside you and teased your pulsing pearl, feeling another rush flow through your body. He watched you and caressed your cheek as moans and whimpers escaped your mouth. He admired every single thing about your body, from you baby soft face, your smile, the legs that he always longed to open after a long Friday after work, and so much more.

He then went to the end of your body and held your legs up. You felt his tongue on your folds licking up all of the juices you produced. His tongue was encircling your clit and you were getting even more aroused.

“Do you want me inside you again?”

You breathed out yes and teased you first before he pushed inside you. He ordered you to look at him, he wanted to watch you fall apart under him. He praised you excessively, telling you that you looked beautiful, that he wanted you all to himself, and even that you were his baby girl and you were doing so good for him. That sent you over the edge.

“Peter…” you moaned. You felt yourself reaching another high under him.

“Are you gonna come all over me? It’s okay.” Peter smiled. “I love it when you do that.”

You smiled back at him and felt the last wave of relief move through your body as your hips rolled.

“Ugh now I feel embarrassed.” You laughed.

“Why? It’s a natural part of arousal.” Peter smiled, pulling out.

“I know, it’s just... I haven’t done it in a while. Not with anyone else, at least.” You admitted, getting up going towards the bathroom.

“Wait.” Peter whispered, going after you.

“Yes, Peter, I have a dildo, okay?” You whispered back. “And no, it’s not the same experience compared to when I’m with you. Even though I think about- you know what, we’re not gonna talk about it anymore.” You walked into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You thought of me, didn’t you?” Peter asked, coming up behind you.

“Yes.”

Peter’s hands tickled your waist. “You missed me so much, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Jesus, Peter.” You laughed. “Of course I did. Now let me pee.”

“Okay okay.” He sneaked a kiss on your neck before you slipped out of his arms and went to use the bathroom. He then went to turn on the shower. “You should join me after.” He said to you before hopping in.

When you finished, you slipped in the shower.

“I know the hotel doesn’t have the exquisite shower products that you have back at your place, but a simple rag and bar soap can suffice for now.”

You were standing under the water for a bit, using the soap he gave you. “You remembered.”

“I mean, yeah. Going to your place on a Friday night was my favorite part of the week. And God, that shower.” Peter smiled, cleaning you off first.

“It sounds like you want to recreate that night.” You said, stepping closer to him.

“Maybe I do.” He said, placing the soap and washcloth in the caddy after you finished cleaning him off. “Come here.” he then whispered. You stepped closer to him and he picked you up.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You leaned in to kiss him and it turned into a make-out session. Your legs curled around his body.

“You wanna get outta here?” Peter whispered.

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

Peter turned off the water and stepped out, draping a towel around both of your bodies. He grabbed two robes and carried you back into the room. You got off of him and dried yourself off.

“Do you wanna wear one of my shirts? Or one of my boxers?

“I’ll wear both.” You said.

After the two of you finished getting dressed, you decided to cuddle with Peter in bed.

“Peter?”

“Hmm?” He asked, running a finger down your arm.

“You never did order room service, did ya?”

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[from-the-clouds]

Randomly had a mental breakdown in the car with my friends last night and today I'm thinking abt how professor!Kendall would react if that happened while you two were hanging out or whatever. Like you're grading papers/helping out and you've been stressed and you just kind of crack and he doesn't say anything, gets up, dims the lights in his office and moves his chair a little closer to you, puts his hand on the small of your back gently. He's there if you want to talk to him but he doesn't want to force you to. He just cares about you - far more than he'd like to admit, honestly - and he wants to make sure you're okay.

okay so like. i'm obsessed with this and i ended up writing a little blurb about this. also, i hope you are feeling better from your mental breakdown. i've def been there so i feel you!

All you have to do is get through this next hour.

You're hunched over the desk, trying to focus on the essay in front of you. Every so often, tears blur your vision, the words on the pages becoming fuzzy. You've read the same sentence several times over, comprehending none of the words as you try to will yourself into composure.

You're not sure what it is. It could be the immense amount of pressure you're under -- between school and extracurriculars and work. Maybe your period is coming or something, maybe it's that boy who ghosted you last week. Maybe it's the fact that you just feel like you don't know what the fuck you're doing with your life. It doesn't matter what the cause is, you feel something dark crawling around inside you, and sooner or later, it's going to come out. You just pray you can make it home before that happens.

Next to you, your professor snorts, you hear him scribble something down in the margins of the paper he's grading. He's the reason why you're so hellbent on not losing it. Of course, you wouldn't want to cry in front of any of your professors, but you definitely don't want to cry in front of Dr. Roy. He'd be the worst option of them all.

He asks you a question, but you're so lost in thought, you don't hear it.

"What?" you ask, looking over at him. He glances at you over the rim of his glasses.

"Are you almost done with those?"

"Oh, yeah," you look down at the stack. "Uh, yeah. Almost."

"Well, hurry up," he says. "I have a meeting later and I'd like to get this finished before that."

You nod and return back to your work, feeling his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than normal. He's not being cruel, you know that he's just stern by nature, the comment still upsets you in your already fragile state.

You've taken several classes with him, and now work as his TA, so you've grown pretty familiar in that time. Not to mention that you've had a pitiful crush on him since the first second you stepped into his classroom. You're still not sure if he knows. Sometimes, there's a gleam in his eye -- he'll touch your knee or squeeze your shoulder and give you a knowing smirk. It's hard to tell if he's flirting or just being polite. In the times you have tried to reciprocate, he always pushes you away. There's something you find thrilling in that uncertainty. It’s also equally terrifying. Does he really care about you at all, or are you just another student who will be forgotten by next semester?

Thinking about it too much makes the tears well up in your eyes again, and before you can will them away, some of them escape and land on the paper in front of you. You subtly swipe them away, but all it does is smear the ink and leave an even more noticeable mark behind. Quickly, you move the paper the the back of the stack before passing them over, and pray that he doesn't notice.

He says your name, and you turn to look at him.

"What is this?" he asks, pointing to the paper in front of him. You peer closer. "You need to write more legibly, this is incredibly sloppy work."

"Sorry," you say, looking down as more tears threaten to spill. "I will."

"Hey," he says, voice firm. "Look at me when I talk to you."

Very tentatively, you turn towards him, hoping the tears will evaporate in the time it takes, but they don't. He's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, gearing up for a lecture on taking your job seriously, no doubt. "I'm sorry. I'll do better, Dr. Roy."

He sees your face, hears the way your voice cracks on the last syllable, and immediately his brows crease, face falling. "Are you alright?"

Unable to hold back anymore, you shake your head and bury your face in your hands, hiding from him. You expect some sort of lecture about how you need to be less sensitive to his feedback, but it never comes.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"It's not you," you mutter, feeling something hot and awful cutting off the air in the back of your throat. Then you choke out a sob.

He sighs softly, his chair creaks. You notice the lights in the room go dim, and he returns to you, pulling his chair a bit closer before sitting down. A warm hand lands between your shoulder-blades.

"What’s going on?"

"I-I don't know," you mumble. "It's....it's everything."

He rubs his hand back and forth soothingly, waiting for you to speak, but you don't trust yourself to do it without sobbing uncontrollably. You’re already embarrassed enough this is happening in front of him. So instead, you pitch forward, forehead landing on his knee, seeking comfort and desperate to be closer to him.

When you can't continue, can't elaborate because of how hard you're crying, he speaks again. "It's okay," he says softly. "You're going to be okay."

You shake your head no, unconvinced, staring down at his brown leather oxfords, the tears that are landing on the floor.

"Yes, you are, honey," you assures you, and you ignore the way the term of endearment makes you feel -- hot, and unsettled by how much you like it. "You are. You're just figuring it out."

Both his hands find your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, and as you finally feel yourself capable of breathing again, you reach up to weakly clutch at one of them, his fingers intertwining with your own.

"Deep breaths, okay?" he says, and you take in a deep inhale. He repeats himself. "You're going to be okay."

You can feel the heat of his body close to yours. He seems so sure of what he's saying, deep voice right in your ear. Somehow, his proximity alone is working, you feel the tension melting away as he continues to murmur to you affirmatively, hands working out the knots in your shoulders. Instinctually, you move closer to him. Even if the two of you never come back from this, you decide you don't care.

[inkykeiji]

clari clari clari i am having *feral* brainrot abt touya-nii’s reader saving up like $20 in cash or whatever the yen equivalent to that is (bc he tracks all her card transactions yk) and while he’s out for a few hours one day she runs out to his favorite takeout place and grabs his favorite meal for him and sets up a cute lil dinner at home >.<

like it’s not home cooked and it’s not anything fancy but it’s his *favorite* and she wanted to surprise him because she *always* makes him food and wanted to do something special and jsdhdhsgdh i’m doing an awful job describing this but i just think it’d be rlly cute����😭

- 🌿

omg okay i have much to say about this!!!

tw: toxic relationships (control!!)

HERBBB okay so yES this idea is super cute BUT i am v sorry to inform you that the whole thing would be soured by the fact that she somehow managed to hide the fact that she was saving up money from touya. this sends his anxiety and his paranoia fucking skyrocketing—he can’t believe he didn’t notice this!! and if he didn’t notice this, what else hasn’t he noticed? what else might she possibly be hiding from him? what if she saves up money over a long period of time and takes off one day, never to be seen again? what if she saves up money and escapes with tomura someone, and then touya has to go and hunt them down? what else could she possibly be planning behind his back without him having the slightest wisp of a clue?

SO bearing all of that in mind, this idea would work and be super cute only if she told him she’d be saving up some money for a surprise for him (the same way she’ll tell him when she’s saving up to buy him a gift). this, he is okay with. he promises her that he won’t go snooping around trying to figure out what the surprise is (she’s so goddamn cute when she tries to be stern with him, eyebrows cinched with one hand on her hip and the other lecturing him with a pointer finger, lips twitching with the threat of a pout. she is serious, niichan, don’t do it!!! pinky promise!!) and he finds himself genuinely excited to find out whatever this surprise is.

he doesn’t know when it’s coming, nor does he know any of the other details aside from the fact that she’s stashing away some money for it, so his astonishment and gratitude is sincere when he comes home one night to find that she’s ordered his favourite meal from his favourite restaurant, set up all cutesy and laid out on the fluffiest blankets and plushest pillows they own, with one of his favourite films idling on the television. it means a lot to him that she’d do something so sweet and thoughtful, especially after she knows how much stress he’s been under with work lately, and he definitely sweeps her up into his arms and kisses the absolute life out of her for it—lip-bruising kisses with little nips of his front teeth and cheeky flicks of the tip of his tongue—and she has to tap her palms on his biceps and squeal into his mouth to get him to finally let up so they can eat before it gets cold—she timed it perfectly, you know! it would be a shame for it to cool before they can enjoy it! (she knows that if she didn’t put a stop—no, a pause—to his kisses that he would’ve ended up fucking her right there and it would’ve spoiled all of her hard work! >.<)

[upsidedowngrass]

talk to me about ur liam thoughts hello

OF COURSE i need to talk about liam at least once a day or i explode

ive been spending a lot of time trying to like COMPLETELY figure out his personality bc its so subtle (WHICH is certainly at least somewhat intentional) and so far its like. every time i rewatch one i find AANOTHER aspect of his personality i didnt notice

for example this guy does NOT seem confrontational by nature. like many times in s1 when airy is fucking things up liam is like. um no thanks :) . it rly looks like his go-to in stressful situations is to wait things out, and the only reason he starts to deviate from this is bc it v much starts to be clear that this situation is Not smth he can wait out. his interacts w bryce and airy in s2 VERY much come across as like... this is not his usual pace and that alone is a key factor in him being So Extremely Stressed. he wants to get the others out as fast as possible and the fact that thats NOT smth he can simply wait out is NOT helping. hes confrontational as a last resort and a last resort only

(side note that the only times he seems to get verbally pissed off w ppl is when theyre being hypocritical, ignoring key details, etc. thatperson has also mentioned him being very practical? and i think thats accurate. like i think if someone asked him abt the trolley problem hed end up begrudgingly picking to save the group of ppl; he would LOVE if everyone is saved, but i think under stress/extreme conditions he sometimes relies on a very Autism sense of Numerically, What Is The Most Beneficial Outcome?)

im also?? working on a far too indepth essay post (it is currently at 659 words) and like. the post is specifically regarding Why He Acts How He Does In Ep 18, and?? i have to go back over it again to check, but the topic of Him Being Angry is a factor but not the main point so since im tqalking abt his personality rn ill put it here, is that??? he does NOT get mad easily. even when he argues w bryce im p sure its bc bryce has a more emotional response to things than he does (important note, that bryce was very good at talking to oscar while liam wasnt!! despite them often being seen like pessimistic logical person and optimistic emotional person, im pretty sure its the OPPOSITE, it simply looks the other way bc the situation highlights their personalities in a Very Interesting Way) and liam is stressed so he does NOT rly Get It. i dont think hes even angry at bryce half of the time during most of the arguments. liam seems to naturally say many things that could be taken as being rude to say wo them being intended as such and i think that extends to arguing. i think during aarguments he is simply Loud bc "ahhhh people need to LISTEN to me and volume does that" though i need to keep looking into this more so this interpretation of liam is potentially subject to change

[chilapis]

hi almandine ! i hope ur having a wonderful day ; are u taking breaks and eating well ? idk if the semesters are as long as they are for me bc i know we live in different places, but i wish u so much good luck for ur studies as the end of the academic year approaches 🫶 i wanted to ask, what kind of person is leon? what does he do, whats the world he lives in like, and how do u see him thru ur eyes? my only exposure to him is through .. online mods and gifs ive seen of him go viral, u probably know the ones LOL, but i wanted to learn abt him from u if thats okay 🫶 (@dmclr)

Our semester has pretty much come to its conclusion — my first final is in…. 18 days? Just a little over two weeks, which is a terrifying thought. I’ve been trying to see to my needs and give myself a break and here though! <3 I just hope you’ve been taking care of yourself the same way? Please don’t let yourself drown in academic or other stressors, and know that with as strong as you are, you can overcome anything.

The online mods…. Yeah, I’ve. seen a couple. They’re, something certainly. (My reaction to that information v)

What does he do? Well, he was a cop— just started his job, actually (like one day? literally one day? It was the first day?), but then pretty much got hired by The President and got employment as a government agent for the United States. Fun.

The Resident Evil world is… interesting? Kind of like if, “fuck around and find out” and, “instead of asking if you can, ask if you should” combined. There’s biological weapons running rampant, including dogs, literal zombies (but we don’t call them zombies, no), and uh…. Huge grey men?

Say hi to him. He will not die. You cannot kill him. You cannot kill anything in this stupid universe actually. My favourite Resident Evil game, Resident Evil 7 (which… ironically doesn’t have Leon in it) literally features this one stupid fucking Southern family (whom I love so sweetly) and the father, Jack Baker, just will. Not. Die. You know how in games you get to experience different boss battles? Yes, well, I don’t remember how many boss battles are in RE7, but I will tell you this: 3 of them belong to Mr. Baker ENTIRELY. He just mutates worse and worse and you keep thinking he is dead but he is NOT. You kill his wife and she dies but no, he just won’t fucking die. And then you buy the DLC and you play as the big, strong, veteran uncle who just PUNCHES THINGS INSTEAD OF USING WEAPONS AND IT SOMEHOW FUCKING WORKS and guess who the big bad is! You’ll never guess! You’ll never figure it out! That’s right! It’s Jack Fucking Baker for the fourth god damn time and now he looks even more disgusting and corrupted. Although the game did not include Leon (it held Ethan Winters, a darling father), it’s still set in the same universe so I feel like you can get a pretty good… idea from all of that, yes? Remember ! Nothing. Dies. If you think it’s dead, it is not, it is simply now More aware of your existence.

Now, onto the actual man himself.

First of all? Not related to my view on him but he’s was… kind of misogyny-coded in the original Resident Evil 4 and that makes me giggle a little but I still somehow prefer that RE4 to the 2023 Remake. I know I reblog gifs of the remake a lot and that is simply because, I mean, who doesn’t enjoy experiencing their silly guy with better graphic quality, right? But I don’t like the alterations they did to certain scenes and dialogues. Also he looked like this in the original re4 which scares me more than the undying mutated abominations so, I. Well.

(^ NOT RELATED TO THE MISOGYNY HE WAS SUFFERING FROM DISEASE HE WAS ILL)

Okay, okay, anyway…. I HATE how the fandom views him, it stresses me out. They view him as this demanding, super serious, violent, brooding man who just wants a stupid, ditzy, useless girlfriend he can dominate, control and be a creep towards but that’s… not him? Like, how do you mess up so bad. This isn’t a particular part of the fandom as much almost the majority of it, sadly.

I feel like he’d, if anything, be a “wife guy”; he has a stressful job, he is traumatised beyond belief, he looks death in the eyes on a regular basis, he lost his parents when he was young, he has went through a-lot. And yet he’s so gentle, he still believes in saving everyone. He still believes in humanity and has this hope in him. He is still… soft. I don’t think he’d be a controlling or aggressive partner; I think he just wants something comforting to come back to, and he’d be SO grateful to have a partner who sticks by him through thick or thin, he’d be so genuinely giddy while taking about them. He lost his parents for fuck’s sake and got stuck in this godforsaken infected world when he was just 21… he wants home, I think more than anything he wants to come back to a place where he doesn’t have to think, where things can be handled for him and all he has to do is let himself be loved. Praised and acknowledged for once in his (somewhat miserable, let’s be honest) life. I mentioned, while answering Lucy’s ask, that I view him as a guard dog, and I think that’s perfect for him. He exists to protect — he has dedicated himself to that protection, to offering that canopy. His aggression is never on the offence, it has never been; not once, but it is done as a protective measure. If the years have reduced Ajax to a sword then they have reduced Leon to a shield. He just wants his efforts acknowledged — he just wants praise and warmth and comfort — and yet are they ever? At-least, to the degree they deserve? He falls into a depressive state in Resident Evil: Vendetta and it stings. He is such a simple man and I genuinely believe domesticity could fix him. He has never known what it’s like to feel safe — why would anyone want to force him to be a protector even in his partnership, even in intimacy? Let him relax for fuck’s sake. Let him. know what it’s like to be on the other end for once in his life. Comfortable clothes, hand holding on a warm cup of tea rather than a gun or a knife. No news channels and no social media or nothing. Phone on DND. I do not care if the USA burns to the ground, I want him to rest his head on my shoulder and finally get the sleep he hasn’t had in years. Civilian lives can wait a few hours to be saved.

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

[xxnaiad-s]

congrats on 100 followers!!! for your event, could i request gojo? something that caused me a lot of insecurity growing up was i’ve always been a really tall girl (have been 190 cm since like age 15). it doesn’t bother me so much now, and i don’t mind dating men shorter than me, but it does seem to bother a lot of guys~

i’m definitely a quiet introvert type. i love being crafty and making things with my hands! my cat is like my child and i’m a cancer so i’m v emotional about everything. my love language is acts of service and favorite season is summer.

if you could write gojo flirting with a tall reader i would be floored. i think my dream date would be going on a lil fancy picnic, with wine and cheese on an old quilt at a beautiful park that smells like flowers w a view of the mountains! if you’d like to write some nsfw, i’m thinking abt gojo being rough but treating reader really sweet and calling her princess! fav position is getting eaten out 😌

thank you so much for doing this for your followers 🥺♥️ i hope your day and your cramps get better!

nonnie, thank you so much for requesting from me!! by this i vow i will do my best and give you the very best satoru sauce i’ve ever cooked up!! i’m very viscerally loving and admiring you and everything about you!

╰┈➤ el sol enamorado — gojo x anon

╰┈➤ song — do it for me by rosenfeld

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 there’s something about the way that you carry yourself that gojo absolutely admires. you remind him of peace amidst his difficult days, where chaos falls apart when he comes home to you working on another project.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he loves loves loves!! if you make him absolutely anything! if it’s a pretty little crochet or knitted piece, or a painting — absolutely anything, he keeps it somewhere where people can see whenever they come to your home, and where he can see it as soon as he steps into the door!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s absolutely committed to giving you kisses and affection all throughout the day. always kisses you when he wakes up, cupping your cheeks and presses his forehead against yours, and he cutely bops his nose to yours while saying “good morning princess, i love you.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 his favourite way to hold you is by putting his hands on your waist! you’re the perfect height where he can lean his face into the crook of your neck, or pressing his forehead to yours without having to bend down too low. during those moments, his voice lowers and his tone deepens and he’ll quietly tell you how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you look in your clothes, how perfect you are for him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and it’s satoru — we know this man comes with quite a bit of chaos and trouble <3 he loves to tease you in moments when you don’t at all expect! he believes affectionate harassment is a love language… matter of fact, that’s really how your relationship began!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you’d been classmates through high school i’d like to say! you were always so quiet and withdrawn, and turning so adorably flustered whenever he’d flirt with you! even small compliments where he’d tell you how lovely you looked, or even saying how skilled you were with your technique! you’d get this precious smile and turn your face away from him as if you were trying to hide, and that sweetness is what drew him in to you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 like the persistent little fiend he is, he wears your walls down overtime. you become less distant of him, laughing at the silly things he says and accepting his gifts with far less fight than you used to. you still turn so cute and flustered whenever he compliments you, but do know that he means every bit of every sweet and even playful compliments he gives you. he really wants you to know just how highly he thinks of you — “hey now, i don’t give compliments to just anyone, pretty girl.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i think you’d be the one to propose the idea of a picnic. with how busy satoru can get sometimes, you’d really been missing him and wanted to take him out to a nice meadow, hoping to take some of his stressful days away and really just treat him with lots of love and care

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so you do your best and surprise him! you make a lovely charcuterie board with different cheeses and meats you haven’t tried, along with your favourite red and white wines! along with a card game for couples that had prompts that ranged from “what body part of your s/o do you love the most?” to deeper questions like “what is something that you’re afraid of?” it’s a good idea for you both to learn more about one another! though it makes you a little anxious, you anticipate all the different conversations you could have!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 now, satoru 100% knows you’re planning something! he just knows you too well — even with you doing your best to hide it, he notices the way you’ll grow that sweet smile on your lips whenever you stared at him, but he’s more than happy to let you surprise him. as devilish as he is, he loves you far too much to spoil your surprise, so he settles for kissing that cute grin on your lips and bides his time.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and finally, the day comes — admittedly, he did get impatient just a tad bit. he was like an anxious child waiting for his favourite candy! he get so excited on a hot summer’s morning when he finds you in the kitchen, so prettily dressed while placing the last of the delicious pastries inside your handwoven basket. he hurriedly disappeared to your shared room and materializes right in front of you in his finest button down tee and dress pants.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s so excited he can’t help the big grin on his face as you promise him to let you both drive there instead of teleporting — “the scenery will be worth it, i promise…! and, i wanna spend time with you — truly… let’s pass time together without any hurry?” and, god he’s so weak for you that he immediately and wholeheartedly agrees — even if he likes showing off to you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you weren’t at all wrong when you said the view was gorgeous too! the mountains and plains were almost like you’d gone into a different world when you left the city for the countryside. they truly were beautiful, but while you admired the scenery, satoru stole glances at you with his pretty blue eyes and smiled. “yeah. truly beautiful.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you get there, the both of you spoil each other with gentleness and caring affection. as much as satoru enjoys you taking care of him, he wants to take just as much care of you, not only for preparing such a wonderful day for him, but also just because you deserve it. he lets you lay in his lap and feeds you the yummy blocks of cheese that you so lovingly prepared, even teasing you when he leans into your face and says “here. if you eat it straight from my mouth it’ll taste even better.” when you ask him, “are you a bird?” he kisses you, cheese between his grin, and jokes, “i can be if that’s what you’re into!”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s… he’s so silly! but help your soul if you didn’t love him for it.

NSFW HEADCANONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 if he could, satoru would live between your legs. i’ve been so aggressively brainrotting about this concept anon, i beg you to bear with me here!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i love the idea that gojo likes to get very creative. if there’s anything he adores, it’s seeing you dressed in pretty lingerie with your hands bound behind your back. there’s just something about how powerless he can make you all while you can do nothing but take what he gives you that drives him so fucking wild

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 for instance, when he ties you with a pretty red blindfold and matching ribbons around your wrists, he’ll have you knelt over his face and tells you to make sure to hold your position, all while he cruelly teases your soppy cunt with his tongue. he knows exactly what to do to make you weak, your wrists struggling against your restraints as you fight the urge to ride his face

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 but satoru, he remains very strict with you by spanking his palm against your ass, making sure he roughly squeezes the flesh there before he presses a kiss against your pussy lips and loving the taste of you dripping down his tongue. “uh uh.” he’ll tut at you, and he’s so cruel, he’ll laugh when you whine, “gotta do what i tell ya, princess.. want me to make you feel good, don’tcha?”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 as odd as it is, he’ll have the patient of a saint when he eats you out. his hands are squeezing your hips and ass while he flicks his tongue at your clit and dipping it between your folds, toying with you and stopping each time you waver or lose your balance.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he certainly makes you beg for it, all so he can hear those pretty little cries and whimpers as your legs shake everytime he stops just short of you cumming all over his face. his tongue will sink deep inside you and he’ll suck your clit and gently roll it between his lips, and then he’ll stop and switch to kissing your thighs and squeezing your ass when your hips begin to buck and falter. he loves how needy you get, crying for him to just let you cum, how you can’t take it any longer, how you’re so close, so so so close, satoru please… please let me cum…!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and he’s such a devil, he’ll smirk against all the dark bruises on your thigh and grin up at you, eyes glinting as he takes in your sweaty skin and the way your tears have seeped through your blindfold, lips quivering and body electrified with every brush of his finger. “all you have to do is be a good girl for me then, princess. promise i’ll make you cum as much as you like, jus’ behave and take everything i give ya.”

mamba celebrates 100 — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[mrkis]

So I have this story I want to share cause sometimes and opinion from a "stranger" can be more helpful. 😅

Basically, yesterday I received a message from an ex-colleague of mine (havent seen/talked to him in over 2 years). I had shared a funny real about "manifesting a sugar daddy" this year and he reacted to it and then asked if I find one to ask him where he can find a sugar mama, and I totally jumped on his joke and replied, however, I didnt expect for any further communication but man did he keep going. He kinda started flirting to which I started hyperventilating cause I havent spoken to him in years and it was all happening so damn fast..😵‍💫 He started complimenting me and saying I have what it takes to catch a guy's attention, that I cook well and its a full package deal (I have brought pancakes and brownie at work before and he has eaten it). And it was both flatering but also confusing. As you can tell he was making a move on me and was very clear with his intention for a hook up, cause he kept saying how he wouldnt turn me down if I asked and what not.

The crazy part comes here - he asked me how long has it been for me since the last time I had sex since I told him I dont do hook ups and I kinda lied and said that its been 5 years since I have been single for this long, but the thing is I actually still have my V card at age 25 ... 🫣 I have some experience, like I have went 2nd base with my ex (no blowjob tho) but still back then I didnt feel comfortable with him to go all the way so nothing ever really happened.

Dont get me wrong, Im not ashamed of being a virgin, but I am tired of the fear of admitting it to dudes, cause society has made it to be a bad thing when its not. Anyway, you can imagine how shocked he was at that and he even asked if at least I "help myself with the stress" and obviously I do, so there is that, but despite me saying I cant do one night stands because of this moral boundary he kinda kept going on how I should try it at least so that I dont regret it later in life and mentioned he wanted to "make me an offer". To that I said he is kinda late, cause well we dont even live in the same city anymore (I moved) and I also said that we can meet up for coffee but I cant give him what he wants from me. He was respectful of it, thank god, but my brain is my own villain. I now overthink shit and feel like I made a good and bad decision at once, cause horny me really wants to have sex and mind you I have always been sexually attracted to him. I had a crush on him for a month back in 2020 which was awoken because of a sex dream I had. I think he also had a crush on me later that year cause he kinda sorta asked me out to dinner during work but I thought it was a joke and reacted to it like a fucking loser (in my defense I was also on a call with a client /call center job). So we do have history, I also think we've always had this sexual energy and frustration but neither acted on it until well yesterday.

Moral me is saying I did the right choice, cause I want my first time to be with someone special and to mean sth, not be a hook up. Horny me is mad cause I was basically offered dick on a silver plate and said no ... 😩🙃

Sorry to drop this on you Cas, but I feel so comfortable sharing this with you 😅 I guess this blog is my safety place in so many aspects. ❤️

Also, how you doing, lovely? ❤️

for starters, his approach was kinda odd straight off the bat. don’t get me wrong, i’ve had conversations with people i haven’t talked to in awhile abt random shit and joked around with memes and whatnot, but the fact that you haven’t spoken in two years and he went into this conversation asking such personal questions rubs me the wrong way completely.

compliments are great, sometimes you cant go wrong with them and they do make you feel great, but the fact he was complimenting you just for a potential hookup is where it gets gross. there was…. no need, whatsoever. it shocks me how he was moving the conversation so fast lmao.

him asking abt the last time you’ve had sex is so…. eh. ew. sorry. it is. like, he doesn’t need to know this!!! at all!!! and it’s completely ok to be a virgin at whatever age. society shouldn’t shame people who are, it’s so silly. it has nothing to do with them. you shouldn’t be afraid of admitting it either, but of course that’s easier said than done. but trust me when i say that people (men, in your case) actually don’t give a shit abt whether you’re a virgin or not. you may think they do due to how society treats it, but they do not care. before i lost my virginity and was talking to this guy i liked, i had to admit that i was a virgin because i was scared of our relationship going further and that he might expect something from me. and he just looked at me like 🤨 and went “that’s ok? idc, it doesn’t bother me”. they don’t care! i promise! and if they do, they can go fuck themselves

“help yourself with the stress” what are these questions he’s asking😐 im so baffled rn. truly. this is unbelievable. and hold on….. tf does he mean abt “you might regret it later in life”??? what??? not experiencing a one-night stand??? tf??? why would he think you might regret something like that when you’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not into stuff like that🤨 crazy fucking behaviour.

personally, i think you made a good decision. because even though that turned on, horny side of you is wanting to have sex, that’s not exactly the real you, yk? you, normally, just wants to wait for that special someone that you connect with and that’s completely ok. you can wait for as long as you please. you control it. nobody else, please remember that.

and don’t feel sorry abt dropping this on me. i’m happy i can be some sort of safe space. you, and anyone else who is comfortable, can always come to me and vent/rant. i truly don’t mind. i’m all ears🖤

and i’m ok!!! i’ve been in my head recently and overthinking my own stuff and putting myself in bad moods but that’s my fault completely😭 i’m hoping that this new therapist i’m getting will be of help because when i get comfortable, they’re gonna hear some shit😭😭

[thorin]

(second hand embarrassment anon? lol?) Sorry ur getting pushback, that's kinda why I shot off my message initially is I was like, uh oh, I know how beloved she is and it's a snakes den haha. Which is unfortunate, cuz like I said, everyone is allowed their own opinion and ppl being rude to you isn't exactly going to endear you to LB haha.

If you like Vex you probably love Laura too! Out of all her characters Vex is (according to laura) the most like her, especially her fire and wit. The whole "Vex loves to haggle" thing is a LAURA trait that bled into their games because she couldn't help herself haggling with Matt haha. The Wink thing became a joke because she did that in game and he gave her advantage as a joke and it became a running bit haha. But for real, it's not a huge deal either way. Imogen is a very intense and wound up character who grows on you slowly as you get to know her. Don't stress, just enjoy the show. It's a lot of fun. When the M9 show comes out I hope you get a kick out of Jester as well, I know she's one of my fav characters for sure. and ? idk how to say this, like I dont KNOW her but I would bet my measly measly bank account she is in NO way a republican haha. She's an art major 😂 so I wouldn't stress there too much. IMOGEN might be, idk lol idk how to judge that in Exandrian terms... hmmmm.... (lighthearted joke)

eh it's alright, i'm a superwholock/mid-2010s tumblr veteran so i know how ppl can get when it comes to discourse & fandom celebrity opinions JSBDJDBDJ

yess they keep referencing vex in C3 whenever imogen tries to strike up a bargain of some sort hahaha i love that!! i love it when characters have some of their actor's personality traits i think that's v fun & interesting!

omg i know right!!! i thought it was just me, but yes, imogen can be quite intense! it's been hard to figure her out so far. it feels like she's a bit more? complex? mysterious? than the other characters. i mean i've also been trying to figure out orym & chetney bc i feel like they're hiding something👀 but yea no imogen is suuuper intense

AAAA yess i saw the trailer i can't wait for M9!!! i don't know anything abt that campaign, but as far as i know, they rly liked it, so i bet it's gonna be great to see it animated!!

i hope ur right, i hate it when i start liking a public personality & they turn out to be bigots (not saying she is though) 😩 maybe i'm totally off on my vibe checking skills & she's fine! haven't seen anything to prove the opposite so far

[misqnon]

nhello monti! it is March Again :v i feel like it's super obvious who i am so thank u for humoring me and using the name i gave u LOL.

my bad, ive never really celebrated april fools so i forgot it.. was... that day. im also glad u checked ur inbox. also theres no pressure to reply in a certain time frame!! i see ur posts that u have seen my asks and thats enough to put me at ease. so . take ur time!

fellow zoro fan!!!! i have a hard time choosing a favorite straw hat tbh.. they r all so special to me. i do probably like brook and franky just slightly more though. old men my beloved (tbh franky isnt that old but hes old compared to the younger members so). wano is the arc of buff men!! as a man liker... it pleases me.

the edit u sent Is So Good. thank u for sharing. i keep seeing sanji tiktoks and wanting to send them to u but i dont wanna spam ur inbox </3 my messages r already So Long..

ive listened to a bit of the dub (through clips) and tbh i do like it!! i like brook's voice acting a lot (hes who ive heard the most of. also he nails the laugh, which is very important to me) but luffys voice is so jarring to me i just cannot.. get past it. i think im just too used to the sub luffy after . a decade . of hearing him sound like that. plus i usually have to use subtitles anyways cuz i have an audio processing disorder so. sub is just what i default to. but yeah definitely valid to watch dub instead!! they do a great job from what ive seen :)

i have seen a bit of extra content involving the live action cast and tbh usopps actor.. is my favorite. he nails usopp. hes real life usopp. and i love usopp a lot so,,. tbh i might just pirate it (ahaha.... pirate.... pirate.... pirate the pirate show .......) because i really want to watch it!!

YEAH u have plenty of time!! plus i imagine there will be a part of the story where they go back and visit places they said they would return to (like u mentioned laboon). so 2 more islands plus however long it takes to revisit everything! no need to stress

stay strong 🫡 egghead will be so much better going in blind!

catholic guilt about liking sanji is ... i get it. thats funny /lh. i also feel intense guilt for the weirdest and simplest of things LMAO. im glad i didnt make u feel bad about it!!

YEAHH FELLOW DOFFY LOVER!! ive seen a few videos by melonteee and theyre super good. i would watch more but.. ironically (considering i got 800 episodes through one piece..) i cant watch a lot of longform content because i space out so bad. it takes a lot of effort for me to give my full attention and it gets pretty exhausting so i dont do it often. ur art of him is lovely!!! tongue piercings..... 😳.

i got to like .. stardust crusaders. in jjba. and i imagine i just havent seen enough of dio to feel attached to him like i do doffy, but i have seen a few people say they feel the same!!! ive kinda been wanting to go back to it but i just hate old man joseph joestar with such a passion.... i get too angry when hes on screen LOL. its way worse than how i feel abt sanji bc i dont simmer with intense RAGE every time sanji's on screen and i have a lot more positive feelings towards him. that was a bit of a tangent, whoops.

thabk u for validating my sanji hatred. actually i have come to enjoy a lot of sanji content recently though, and i dont think i hate him as much?? as i did?? i will credit this to u. idk if me just talking about it with another human being helped or if its because i see how much u love him but. i think this is good for me!! less rage .. is always good for me. watch me go back to hating him with a passion again now that ive said im fond of him. because im That Inconsistent 😭😭 (i hope this doesnt happen)

it was only super recently where i realized its not inherently a bad thing to like problematic media. to be fair tho there are definitely a lot more problematic fans when u enjoy problematic media, and i see it with one piece a lot. there is a WEIRD amount of transphobes in this community and i cant help but feel like part of that is because of oda's writing spreading some common transphobic ideas. i think hes redeemed himself a lot with the most recent trans characters, and i adore them, but the damage.. is done. but yeah im sure another big part of why theres so much negativity is just because one piece is insanely popular. the bigger the fandom, the bigger the shitty part of it is.

THEY *HAVE* EARNED THE RIGHT TO BE REAL PEOPLE.. UR SO RIGHT. i love that u can see their morals so clearly in like. every action . or inaction. they take. ughh. people talk about luffy falling asleep during people's backstory and say hes rude for it. and its like!! thats a core part of his character!!! he doesn't care about what happened in the past!! he just cares about how you are NOW. tbh though i WOULD be offended if he fell asleep while i was traumadumping LOL. like as a character decision its genius, but as a person .. i am too sensitive for that. BUT IT SHOWS HIS CHARACTER SO WELL!!

IM SO GLAD U NOTICED AUJFH. that moment is so special. u ARE my favorite sanji lover!! my favorite character?? honestly its law... hes so stupid (/pos)... but like.. its hidden behind a very serious mask. i just love people who are extremely silly. and someone who hides their silliness with all their might (and fails) makes them more silly. some of my favorite law moments are in wano and i Really .. ugh. i wish i could tell u but i refuse to spoil even the most minor of things!! so i will wait till u get there. also his backstory just Kills me. it . it hurts. i love tragic characters. looks at choso from jjk. i have a type .

law may be my ultra favorite but i have .. at least 30 different Favorites. including the straw hats. and tbh everyones at about the same level.. in terms of how much i love them. i think its safe to say i adore one piece characters. its because everyone is silly!!! i can list all the ones im aware of (since there r so many op characters.. i have. a list . but i keep adding to it.) if ur curious LOL. if not, no worries :)

YEAHHH ZOROOO MY LOVE!! thank u for The Food. yum. his one eye is very pretty in ur style 🥺. i havent tried to draw him yet tbh but i understand the struggle!! i tried drawing choso a while ago and his hair is so insanely painful.. art is hard.

hello march!!

is. is it super obvious

i have a guess but i wasn’t feeling super confident about it or anything JSAHBZJVHFD

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i actually had like no idea until i received a reply earlier and now im wondering if ur possibly a recent mutual of mine 🔍🧐 maybe starting…with @ a….but i will not make u answer if u dont wanna HAHAHA

i will humor u as long as u want 👍

good to know there’s no pressure!! as soon as i get a message i like to reply as soon as i can but thats bc i get excited lmao. however this does make me feel more at peace

YEAA FELLOW ZORO FAN!! originally my favs were just the top 3 of 1. sanji 2. robin and 3. franky but as we got past water 7 and franky didnt get much more development spotlight he fell a bit just bc i dont get to see him doing much :( still love him though. bc of Shipping Reasons (embarrassing) Zoro got on my radar more and i started to appreciate him as a character more and more. plus he’s just. really badass im ngl. and in addition to that he is. so fucking stupid and uncool and goofy at the same time and that just makes him more likable. so now i just have a quartet of favs cause zoro wormed his way in there somewhere and i hold him dear to my heart. (plus im so bad with directions it is QUITE LITERALLY almost as bad as zoro and so i. genuinely relate to him on that LMAO) but i agree !! i LOVE ALL THE STRAWHATS VERY MUCH. I CANT EVEN CHOOSE A LEAST FAVORITE BC I LOVE ALL OF THEM A LOT. also god yes we fucking love an old guy in this household. and i LOOOVE FUURANKIIIII my silly king!! franky is fairly young but early on in the story when its just a bunch of teenagers and 20 somethings and then 34 year old franky is there its. kinda funny and i love that for him. also speaking of old men i called dofuwani old man yaoi once and someone called me out saying 41 and 46 was not old enough 😔 /ashamed. sorry yall lemme pull out some slash of rayleigh and crocus real quick-

aside from the strawhats my other favs are doffy, crocodile, corazon…god there’s so many characters now that i think about it lmao. secondarily i also like bartolomeo, kizaru, kid, bon clay…i have huge crush on katakuri even tho i havent met him yet…im sure there will be more as i continue and meet more

omg im so flattered u consider sending me sanji tiktoks sjnkjcnd!??! someday. someday u have to do this for me. i will send u more funny edits and op posts

BROOK’S DUB VOICE IS GOD TEIR. ARE U TALKING ABOUT/ HAVE YOU SEEN THIS VIDEO. IAN SINCLAIR IS AMAZING LAMNDKJFN

i got used to luffys dub voice bc i watched it first but ive always been meh/neutral dislike towards it and once i heard mayumi tanaka in sub i was like damn. its the only voice i dont like but hes the Main Character. his sub voice also makes me like luffy more as a character mvkjdnvf dub just makes him sound more like a selfish weird boy instead of a silly selfish little guy. you feel me (and no i feel u even with dub i have captions on bc. yeah </3)

taz inaki and jacob are a trio of mischievousness and silliness that i adore. emily is also fun and goofy but on a more ~ refined ~ scale. and mackenyu is so professional to them all in comparison but it makes it hilarious tbh. i follow all of the main 5 on instagram and love seeing them post about it. the recent april fools video starring jacob (usopp) was. hilarious. like what is

(and yes…pirate it….do it….yohohoho or whatever nami would be proud)

i am so ready for wano and egghead i will stay strong for u march 🫡 must avoid spoilers…and still take my time to enjoy the story..

i understand not being able to do longform content lmao. i did watch their 3 hr stream comp of one piece odyssey but like…i had it on in the bg while doing other things. im glad uve seen their stuff tho!! its one of my fav one piece content channels. im glad u liked my doffy 🥹i embellished a Little bit but his piercings are actually from this colorspread !!

i was insane and in highschool when i was into jjba. a lot of it was also during the summers and i had a lot of free time so i. read all the way up through part 7 after watching parts 1-3 (or 4? cant remember). im not as into it anymore but jojos (and araki) still hold a place in my heart <3 HATING OLD MAN JOSEPH IS SO FUNNY KDSNFVK NO OFFENSE JUST LIKE. YEAH. U SHOULD HATE HIM. THATS A VALID RESPONSE AND HE DESERVES IT. KICK HIS CHEATING OLD ASS. i loved younger joseph and like a lot of ppl him cheating on suzie q pissed me da fuck off. but in pt 4 he’s frail and old and they make u feel bad but still. i KNow What You Did. appreciative u hate someone more than sanji tho like hell yea my boy aint at the bottom LMAO. its cool others have noticed the similarities between dio and doffy too! i always wonder if long running mangaka take insp from each other sometimes

omg…im converting u…my influence as the fav sanji lover /j. but that makes me happy!! hell yea we’re changing outlooks over here. i validate ur sanji hatred but i also wont be mad if u like him a little teehee. his fanon is. a lot better than his canon tho so. that helps. we are fixing him. taking him away from oda and dressing him up like a doll . and if u go back to hating him thats ok too at least he isnt old man joseph 

i only interact w one piece here on tumblr or in the 2 op discord servers i happen to be in. with it being so mainstream (and i have. never been in a mainstream popular fandom like this before) i know theres a ton of gross dudebros who like it so i try to avoid that. sucks to hear there’s a bunch of transphobia but im not surprised :/ i still do see yamato discourse and its like got damn how much convincing do u need yall. but no i agree it probably is the audience oda cultivated + his earlier portrayals…though i do really like that he. tried again and did better. though even with yamato i sometimes feel like he puts him in situations that go against canon (like why did he draw yamato as a geisha and include him in the womens day colorspread…oda why) but alas. give and take

YES THERE;S SO MANY CHARACTERS WHO HAVE INSTANCES LIKIE THAT!! SO MANY MORALS AND CONVICTIONS THEY STICK TO AND SO MANY STRONG CHARACTER TRAITS. thats why i find so many op characters easy to write, bc they’re outlined so heavily in the show in what their archetypes and ideals and behaviors are…it kinda bothers me that luffy falls asleep during moments like that too bc it would make ME upset but like. YEA THATS IN CHARACTER FOR HIM DFKNFV

AH A LAW LOVER!! he’s very popular !?!? i know he comes in again in wano but during punk hazard and dressrosa i was like is this enough screentime for how popular he is omg. i guess he’s just pathetic and sad and grungy punk emo boy . tbh if i didnt already have so many favs who fill that spot i would probably have him as a fav as well. but i do REALLY LIKE law. his backstory with cora….fucks me UP!! and he’s been through a lot and come out stronger. plus his juxtaposition and interactions with luffy and the strawhats is so fucking funny kcncd. the op server im in has PLENTY of law lovers so i see him often. i think i stole this from a tumblr post recently but i saw this and saved it to my phone bc i loved it so much

i relate to him here. he is so me. this was me dyking it up at university fr

ik this is from one piece party but i think it shows his secret silly here. he got it from cora i think how could he not. but he hides it under that I Am A Serious And Scary Doctor . like sure trafalgar 

YES send me the full list!! in return i will list more favs as well. mayhaps a tierlist of some kind. we will see

glad u liked the zoros :^) idk anything about jjk but i will look up this choso man one moment. [...] okay i actually really like his design (and hair) but that looks like hell to draw i wish u the best </3 i have a degree in art and ummm its still really hard sorry to tell u it does not get better </3 [JOKING THATS A JOKE A JOKE CJNCD]

here’s a question to leave u off with: what do you think each of the strawhats eye colors is? since most of them are just drawn with black dots. and IF DIFFERENT what are your headcanons/what do you Wish they were 👁️ eagerly awaiting ur response bc i have Opinions on this

talk to u next time!

[satoruhour]

hi T bby :( i miss youuuu work has got me fucked up

i have qn 😼😼😼

ok how would jjk men react to their baby who squirms A LOT when she comes? like chills all over her body and if she's laying on her back she literally arches her back so hard she's practically upright 😋😋 not speaking from experience ofc (m' lying lol i give myself such mindblowing orgasms no man could ever 🙄🙄🙄)

idk i feel like geto and nanami will literally go feral over this and like when this happens they are the type to pull you up on their lap and like hug you while still thrusting IEKFKEKKEOFO

no need to write alot abt this i just want ur thots on dis eheheheh (also i hope i made sense im half asleep)

SENSITIVITY UPPP !

a/n: omg rose ur mind THANK YOU FOR THIS muacks x, i changed nanami’s a little tho! tagging @hyomagiri @mysugu @shotorus @screampied @jabamin @marimogf @arminsumi @slttygeto @etherealxmaya @happygoluckyalexis 💟

wc: LONG. dont even ask im so annoyed i keep writing sm LMOAOAOA

warnings: sensitive reader for all, reader and gojo fucks for the first time but they arent virgins!!, brief fingering and oral (f! receiving), multiple rounds before actual p -> v sex, protected sex, spitting onto your pussy, bit of degradation, use of ‘slut’, implied filming at the end (gojo), RA!geto, multiple rounds, implied oral (both f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), stressed!nanami, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, imagine his goggles having a strap or sum, pussy slapping, slight breast play, clit stimulation, m! masturbation, kinda goofy but we dont pay attention to that (nanami), dad’s bsf!toji (again.. it’s my fav okay), semi-public sex (pool sex), age gap (reader, late 20s and toji, late 30s), spitting, protected sex, slight daddy kink, brief face-sitting (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

like always, gojo is relentless when he’s teasing you. whether it’s by making cheesy comments in front of his students or declaring his love for you in a nationwide meeting of other sorcerers, or even in private settings where he makes you work for either kisses or his cock, it’s always a sure thing to happen. it’s obvious that it would happen the first time the two of you are drowning in pleasure, too, noticing how you always flinch and your moans get louder when his kisses get a little too deep and passionate.

“are you okay?” gojo asks in between kisses as he undresses you, planting small pecks along your shoulder and down your chest. there is it — your twitches, but all you do is cup his cheeks and bring him to your mouth to distract him from your very obviously sensitive body. he has an inkling about what it might be, but he much rather see it in proper action or for you to admit it yourself. “baby’s so on edge—”

“i’m not,” you pout, letting him wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him. it didn’t help that you were currently in an awkward position in his office at the goddamn school, trying not to knock over his stationery and papers. well, you were, he definitely doesn’t give a shit. “i’m just . .”

you sigh but no words are articulated, only letting him have his way with you in the afternoon. this whole situation has got you hot and bothered by the circumstances in which you ended up here, body on fire both from his touches and the weather. bit by bit, your body’s revealed to him, work pants thrown to the side and your legs propped up on his wooden desk. it’s almost humiliating, but gojo licks his lips at the dark patch on your underwear.

alas, the first time could’ve been in a better place like his penthouse or a hotel, but the two of you was holding back too much that it has come to settling for his office which he hardly even uses. but gojo has a gift of making anything fit whether it’s squeezing into a top of yours for a tiktok video or a terrible fashion decision on his end or; just like how he tries to fit his fingers in your tight hole.

you have a hard time trying to contain yourself as he marvels at the way he stretches you out, middle and ring finger pushing into your gummy walls that’s just clenching, clenching and clenching, and it’s this day you find out gojo is so good at oral that it’s almost criminal. when his tongue latches onto your clit, there’s a plethora of sounds that leave your mouth while he licks and sucks at it.

“s-satoru—” you’re whining, nails sure to leave marks on the desk from the way you claw at it, but you’re also conscious of how your body moves. he’s just too good, though, slobbering over your dripping cunt and pumping his fingers non-stop. the other arm wraps around your thighs and he’s so tall that he needs to kneel to eat you out and you never thought you’d see the strongest sorcerer on his knees. you’re the first. 

“like that? like my tongue on your pussy?” he speaks, muffled, meeting your eyes in a lustful gaze while he continues his ministrations and it’s like that for as long as you can remember for maybe two, three, four times before he finally starts fucking you. after putting on the condom, it takes a while for him to fit himself but he bottoms out after deep breaths with you, and when he starts moving you’re just a mess. whining and panting as your body shakes and gojo is already planning to make you cum even more just to see your sensitive body react to him.

but he’s nice about it and he thinks the teasing can be brought down a notch just to make sure you have a good first time with him; you’re just too cute not to tease, though.

“first time and i already know your sweet spots, huh?” gojo smirks, holding both your legs and placing them on his shoulder, loving how you protest in embarrassment. it’s true, he’s hitting all the right spots, hips ramming into you with proper thrusts that’s all different from your previous endeavours, and makes sure to give attention to your clit, too, locking eyes with you before he gathers a ball of saliva and spits onto it.

you gasp at the feeling and the sight of it, clenching around him and he laughs. “oh, you liked that? filthy slut.”

he’s so gross but your body shivers, already having mini orgasms from the overwhelming sensations but you’re still unconsciously conscious of the way you appear to gojo — it’s obvious he’s had many partners and you didn’t want to disappoint, but you’ve also had your fair share of disappointing partners who didn’t particularly like your sensitivity. from wanting breaks to your body convulsing, it felt like too much for them to handle.

until today, you guess, because gojo’s leaning forward to cage you in his arms while there's a resounding pap! pap! pap! that sounds across the office, pussy being pounded relentlessly as he holds you and encourages your moans.

“c’mon, baby, give it t’me,” he mumbles, hand cradling your face while the other holds his body up, “don’t hold yourself back.”

that sends a chill down your spine, so he notices, trusting him enough to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him even deeper into your tight cunt. he groans at that, going in for a sensual kiss while his thighs and glutes start to burn; but for a first time, he’s already addicted to your pussy, chasing that high in pathetic little ruts while he whines into your mouth.

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, fuuuck . .” it’s the expression you give him: so raw and filled with pleasure while your body responds so sweetly to him that he spills into the condom first, holding you closer if it was even possible to. gojo mumbles incoherent sentences into your skin, a little annoyed he had came first because it was always you, you, you first and you deserved ecstasy before him, always, but he fights through the overstimulation.

your eyes flutter open and close at every opportunity, not even noticing he’s pulled away from you just to watch you unravel as he angles his hips. he gives extra attention to your clit and twines his fingers between yours, keeping blurry eye contact.

“let go for me, baby,” he murmurs into your connected hands, kissing it, “cum all over me, i got you.”

and you’re cumming, albeit a little restrained from all your previous experiences but you listen to him — jaw slacking from the sheer pleasure and your body shaking so much that it sends tremors through the table. your moans reach the ceiling while your back arches off of it and gojo wishes he had his phone to record everything. right now, memory is enough.

“satoru, it’s so—!” eyes closed tight, he’s moaning with you at your sensitivity, massaging your calves as you continue to ride out your orgasm and letting you reach a calm state. before you know it, you’re trembling again when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom but instead of an annoyed expression you’re faced with his shit-eating grin that you both love and hate.

“w-what . .”

he tugs you up from your twined hands, placing a gentle kiss that you also jolt from, confused at the smile that you feel through his kiss.

“need to see that again,” gojo moans softly as he kneads your legs in comfort. one hand reaches to take his phone, “wanna see that again, baby— the way your body moves,” and again, you’re scared of the verdict until you see the camera app opened on the screen.

“it’s so fucking stunnin’. you’re so fucking stunnin’.”

✶ GETO

“we’re gonna get kicked out,” you protest and yet you let resident assistant and your boyfriend geto suguru kiss all around your face and chest as he hurriedly removes your clothes and you softly moan at the feeling of his hands on your tits. even if it was the holidays and it was his dorm room that you were messing around in (he insisted, said he didn’t want you to shoulder the shame if people were to hear you), you were still worried about the neighbouring rooms.

“i checked, they’re not in, baby,” your jaw drops at that and then it drops even more when his mouth engulfs your nipple in your mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud.

“you didn’t . .”

“yeah, no, i didn’t,” he laughs when your expression crosses between incredulous and pleasure, humming into your chest when your hands pull apart his bunned-up hair, “but i know them . . they’re the type to go home during the christmas season.”

“well— that’s—! that’s even worse that you know them,” it’s like you didn’t hear the second part of what geto said, “now these acquaintances— they’re gonna hear you have sex,” you shout and you realise your voice has reached a volume higher than intended and you slap your palm against your mouth and you wince again at the loud noise it makes.

he just laughs in typical geto fashion, because he’s always calm and collected towards any problem that arises against him just like this one, except that it was far from a problem because he definitely knew that they were gone from the time all three of them (the ones closest to his door, at least) had knocked to say goodbye until the new school year.

he wasn’t sure about the ones on the same floor, further from him though.

“hey,” he removes your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours before giving you a soft kiss, “i’m confident they’ve went back home, i promise.” and when geto promises things to you, you fall prey to it every time. like how he reassures you that finals are going to go well, like how your submission for your essay will definitely get you an A+, or like how he makes sure he’ll get the important groceries for your room.

“. . okay then,” you mumble, running a hand through his hair to smoothen it out and he leans into your touch, before you bring him to your lips while you climb him, a tangle of sloppy kisses and hands going everywhere until you don’t know yourself any more.

it descends into insanity soon enough, going from dry humping into you slapping his tip on your tongue. and right down to cumming on geto’s tongue for god knows how many times before you’re held up by your arms while your boyfriend pounds into you from behind. if not for the help of suguru’s arms, you’re sure your body would fall forward from how limp you’ve gone.

“sugu— s-shit—” you’re moaning out more to yourself than him, still afraid that you’d be heard but the dick is so good that it has you losing yourself bit by bit and the both of you know that.

“arch your back f’r me, princess,” he pants out, hands travelling up from your nape to your lower back just to press on your arch, leaning back to admire your pretty cunt from behind. the sheets are already a little soaked from under the towel he’s placed out, and if it wasn’t for your pussy, his organised mind would already have a reminder of how he should bring new sheets to his dorm.

but the snug hugging of your walls along his length always causes a proper, well-behaved student like geto suguru to unravel like thread to his rawest self, acting like he’s deprived of sex; akin to an animal is exactly how he’s slamming into you while you relish in the spread of your cunt.

no matter how many times the two of you fuck, you’re always amazed at the uncomfortable stretch and how you manage to take him every time — he knows this too — “takin’ me so damn well, f-fuck,” mumbling right into your neck when he brings you up.

you whimper at the praise, sentences leaving your mouth with no coherence. with his one hand able to wrap perfectly around your neck, the other goes all the way down to your clit, drawing circles that match his pace. it only fogs your mind even more alongside his cock that reaches deep in you.

now with arms released you take the opportunity to blindly reach for your lover, sighing when you feel him react to your touch. every touch he leaves on you is fire, and with each minute that passes you only become more and more sensitive, evident in how your body jerks in his hold.

“shaking s’much,” geto giggles, pulling you flush against his front just to feel your body shudder by his doing, “sometimes i forget how sensitive you are—”

you whine at the teasing words, almost sounding like you’re pouting at it from how you drag your words out, “it’s ’cause you’re always so busy . .”

“i know, baby,” he’s caging you in his embrace as his hips continue to rail into yours, “and ’m sorry f’r that.”

you only hum at his apology, hand clasped tight on his sweaty nape while your body bends in ways you never thought possible. just like his fingers, you can feel his weeping tip kiss your cervix and those few thrusts alone sends you shaking in his hold.

“s-suguru . . wan’ to sit in your lap,” you’re mumbling, closing a hand around the one that’s grasping your neck gently, “tired— just w’nna—” you’re choking on words and teeth almost drawing blood by how hard you were biting into it.

and like always, geto succumbs to your pleas as he wraps secure arm after secure arm around you. he easily manoeuvres himself on his butt and hauls you until you’re turned towards him and leaning against him before he’s slipping into you again.

“show me how those hips work, baby,” he murmurs drunkenly with onyx eyes focused on your cunt. how your hips grind in circular motions and how each time you bottom out, there’s the delicious, familiar squelch of your pussy, “fuck me, amie, there’s no better sight than you on me.”

that, you let out a laugh when in the blur of your mind, you recall that your boyfriend is currently studying old french — he’s been calling you amie more and more, and the endless praise only has your hands pressing deeper into his torso while you bounce on his lap.

suguru looks at you like you were carved by goddesses, watching you intently with a close eye while your body continues to move atop him. your hands feel prickly, sharp along his abs that tense and flex under your touch, hands planted tenderly along your ass and hips that try to help you — he’s just too enamoured with your pretty curves to properly help you, though, only spurring him and his hips on to meet yours halfway.

your hand closes around the other’s wrist, guiding his hand to your needy clit, mimicking how you’d touch yourself when you’re alone and bothered. he takes over easy enough, thumb pressing and pushing your bundle of nerves just how you like it, neck all exposed when you tilt your head back to moan.

“not so shy now, hm? is she close?” your hips pick up the pace at his question, desperate for release when your deliverer was geto himself as you’re prying the hands from your neck and putting his fingers in your mouth; all the while, he’s still rubbing your clit with him rutting into you for his high too. you suck and twirl your tongue around his digits, soaking them with your saliva as he watches you with hooded lids.

“y-yeah . .” you mumble into his hands, holding it so tightly while his cock continues to impale you, “s’full, sugu—”

“i-is it now?” suguru speaks through thrusts, hands leaving your warm mouth to cradle your face, taking his time with the bottom of your face: squeezing your jaw, thumbing your bottom lip, “wanna feel you cream my cock, amie.”

you mewl at that, full on bouncing now with renewed strength on his sensitive cock and moaning without a care in the world, the wet squelching of your pussy definitely telling the other neighbours just what the two of you were doing but it’s hard to give a shit when your walls wrap tight around his dick and you see heaven every time he hits your sweet spot and before you know it, you’re cumming right on his cock, coating his shaft with your juices.

“cumming‚ ’m cumming, suguru—” your thighs burn like hell but the sensations are just so damn good, back arching all the way while your eyes roll back into your skull and you hold onto his thighs. your thighs are pulled taut, whole body convulsing around him while he watches in awe at your sensitive nature, a primal need overtaking him and he’s trapping you with both arms and ramming up into you that you let out a drawn out moan.

“su— too much, s-sensitive—”

“oh, i know,” he grunts and hides in the safety of your neck, arousal spraying everywhere and your needy moans was all geto needed to spill with a loud cry of your name paired with the continual rough thrusts up into your pussy, “oh— shit, shit, shiiit . . gonna fill you up nice and full—!”

geto does just that, cock spilling all of his hot cum into your waiting womb while you let him hold you through all of it — still shivering body and all. and finally when you both come down (or well, just him), he’s grabbing your ass and laughs in surprise when you jerk with a small moan. downtime for you took longer; he’s content to just stay there and let you cockwarm him.

“my sensitive darling,” he leaves kisses along your clavicle right up to the stretch of your jaw and revels in how you shiver and your breath quickens, “you’re so cute that i just wanna make you cum over and over all over me.”

✶ NANAMI

nanami kento would let you step over him, any time. the way you teach the students, the way you stand up to the higher-ups together with gojo so well that he’s a little jealous, the way you’re always greeting him with a big smile the moment he comes home — it’s obvious from the way his eyes light up just a little from the tiring job of being a sorcerer.

today you’re looking a little sexier than usual but at the same time, it’s just you in your apron while you’re removing the suit jacket from him. you can’t even remember the last time you first stepped foot in his apartment, a little intoxicated from the drinking outing you had with shoko, gojo and him. it was clear only the three of you were good drinkers. with shoko hauling gojo’s drunk ass back to the school (and later successfully getting him to teleport them both), nanami takes the chance to invite you back to his place for more drinks.

wine, specifically, but not before a few glasses of water.

you do remember when you moved in, though, happy at the prospect of finally living with your lovely boyfriend who insisted that you don’t need to cook when you don’t feel like it. but you liked to defy him sometimes, just like today.

“hey, sweetheart,” you perk up, eyes fixated on the way he pulls his tie loose and removes it, throwing it onto the sofa. it’s unlike him, but being with you made him less particular about routine when you already take so much of stress away.

wordlessly, you’re yelping as he takes you into his embrace with both arms and feeling the feel of his lips on yours in an instant. he’s worked up, you know, but you can’t help but feel your pussy throb at nanami using you as an outlet to release his anger.

“hi, honey, just— sorry,” he mumbles in apology, forehead resting against yours at the roughness he displays, “rough mission today.”

your hands feel like salvation when you caress his cheeks, going onto your tiptoes to give him a much gentler kiss, “don’t apologise, kento. come, i made dinner.”

he feels so bad for saying the things he wants to say next, not wanting to see your disappointed expression or defeated frown, but, “can i have dessert first?”

he cringes because it’s so obvious gojo made him say that, but he did find your surprised face absolutely adorable. “oh! i . . didn’t make dessert . .” it sits for a while until you realise what your boyfriend was really referring to and your cheeks heat up. stifling a giggle, your head collides with his chest while he just sighs.

“did gojo tell you to say that—”

he cuts you off before you even finish the question, “yes,” and you’re laughing so much that it gets the ever stoic nanami to chuckle to, but he does mean it as cheesy as the line was. “so?”

nanami doesn’t like to play with his food, but he just can’t resist when he’s buried in your cunt near the front door of all places. his penthouse may not be as luxurious as gojo’s, but it still boasts its richness in furniture and decoration, like the full length windows and glass tables that you’re so desperately trying not to shatter. with one hand planted onto the table and the other in the blonde locks of your lover, your moans echo for everyone to hear.

“missed this pussy for the whole. damn. day,” he groans into your cunt, stress from the work day seeping through in how sloppily he eats your pussy, tongue flicking your clit while his hand holds your leg up. the other is busy kneading your tits and playing with your nipples, goggles pushed up to his forehead while strands of his hair stick out from under it. it’s such a new look on him as you look down on him, the bottom half of his face all soaked with your juices.

“like it when i use you like this?” he mumbles into your clit, hazel eyes making contact with yours from below and you swear if it wasn’t for your strong grip on the table and his hair you were sure to collapse, “like it when i eat you out for everyone to see?”

you’re nodding frantically, hole clenching and heart picking up the pace at this different side of nanami, a scowl etched onto his face from whatever happened at work and you wished he’d come home stressed more often. sagging against the wall, your hips only push forward to get a taste of his tongue again, jerking in response when he starts slapping your pussy.

it’s loud and wet, emphasising just how much you were dripping onto the floor and onto his hands. his slaps aren’t light. oh, no, they were hard-hitting ones, stimulating your clit so well that you can already feel your knee buckling. 

“please, k-kento, need your mouth—” you whine, bucking your hips into him that all he does is chuckle a little, finally letting your leg down for a little rest until he’s taking your other and propping it onto the glass table. he knows how sensitive you can get, and he’s still doing this?

“your table, babe—”

he waves a hand, rising from his stance on the floor momentarily to give you a kiss, “i can always buy another. but this,” and you wish you could document how with each kiss nanami lays on your body, he’s lowering himself back to his knees and his large hands on your heaving stomach makes you dizzy.

“this, you, i can’t replace, and i’d love to see my girl tremblin’ when she cums—” he pushes a thumb into your clit and you shudder, hands opening to give your pussy another spank, “again.” another slap and you cry out, “again.” one last spank and he smiles softly at your toes already curling around the edge of the glass table, “and again.”

you don’t catch your breath before nanami goes right back into abusing your clit with his tongue, sucking hard on it and then flicking his tongue non-stop against it, and he switches between both that you don’t even know what he’s doing any more. you’re only focused on trying not to fall over, but it’s proving hard from the way you push his head deeper into your cunt and how your hips hump his face.

through your semi-closed lids, you see him palming his bulge and that only heightens your sensitivity, sight infiltrated by his own eyes staring up at you. his hand only moves faster, making quick work to remove his trousers and he sighs into your sopping pussy at the relief he feels. soon, the filthy noises of nanami eating you out can be heard with the slick noises of his palm against his length, pumping his cock to your pleasure.

“mmhm— that’s it, grind against my face,” your boyfriend groans into your cunt, already knowing you’re close from the way you start to strengthen your grasp on his hair that it hurts just a bit, but he doesn’t mind a bit of pain, “cum for me, sweetheart, cum on my tongue.”

“o-oh shiit, kento—!”you let out the loudest moan at that before you’re trembling all over that your foot falls from the glass table and nanami’s quick reflexes help to support your obvious shaking knees. you gush all over his face while you slump forward and again, nanami only smoothly falls onto his back just for you to slam both hands onto the floor for a proper anchor, unaware of your predicament as you continue to grind your soaking core into his face, body convulsing from above him. his tongue never stops, sucking on your clit harshly before he opens his eyes and he’s just drunk on you, your cum, everything that he has to curl his larger forearms around your thighs and pull you to his face.

“oh, fucking god,” your thighs continue to shake around his face, cumming so much that it falls onto the floor and stains his blue shirt and it takes a while for you to come down with nanami helping you; hands massaging your ass, lips along your inner thighs.

“fuck— how we’d end up on the floor?”

this time, nanami truly lets out a laugh, a hand coming around from the back to hold your chin, “you fell on me.”

“oh . .” you mumble, eyes scrunching in a flustered state while you just groan into your hands, “i am . . so sorry.”

“don’t be,” signalling that he wants to sit up, you scooch down his body and scream into your palms. he’s amused, to say the least, pulling away your hands to give you a genuine, lovesick smile before he uses the back of his palm and wipes away your cum on his face. with a slow lick and intense eyes, you watch as he licks it up, “want you to see you like this again, my love. s’sensitive, shivering and all.”

nanami pulls your chin towards him, “and i’ll make sure to take care of you each time.”

✶ TOJI

“t-toji—” your words are soft with toji’s palm upon your mouth, stuck in a predicament such as this — in your backyard pool that your rich dad can definitely afford alongside his best friend who’s in the same department as him. except he was actually taking care of you, bringing you to places to shop and eat, letting you have a shoulder to cry on. but it’s long before the two of you know that it’s something more ever since you’ve graduated university and were looking for a job.

you had grown into your features from when he first saw you at the start of uni at twenty-three, looking a little more shy than now as you await your first day of a life-changing education. he’s struck by your attractiveness, sure, but he’s more than confident that your father would burn and roast him on a grill for talking about his daughter in that way; a daughter he didn’t deserve, really.

it was messy, your relationship — from two complicated ex-wives to a third stepmother that you were a little tired of opening up to each time; it was clear that you already couldn’t connect that well to your parents. your father was too busy most of the time and that caused a lot of fights, and while this third wife is a little more understanding, it still hurts to see the man you marry lose himself in his work and you’re sure this woman would be on her merry way very soon.

toji came in around when your father had remarried the first time, introducing the two of you over a cup of coffee while you had to meet the second wife as well. awkward as it was, toji’s upfront and blunt disposition helped lighten the mood a bit, sometimes leaning in to whisper at how she probably has a stick up her ass and maybe she only married him for the money.

and toji tried to stick to his job, but the thought of you simply couldn’t leave his mind, visiting your home with every chance he could get. drinking nights, streaming soccer matches, barbeque parties, he was there, sometimes catching and sometimes missing you when you had stayed over at the dorms, but nevertheless, he made the effort.

you both got too tangled up, though, because after all that you find yourself palming your dad’s best friend who’s probably ten years older than you as he tries to sun tan, but all he can think about is your hand on his swimming trunks. you two aren’t even sure what led to this; from talking about the possible jobs you could get into with your degree to your father and his third wife, you had probably let it slip that you always found him hot — or, he would’ve muttered under his breath about how he can take care of you a hundred times better than your father could.

not that you needed anyone, already a full grown adult but his heart can’t help but jump at the prospect of coming home to you and giving you the love you deserved from a proper man.

you both panic when you think you hear the front door opening, jumping into the pool to cool your nerves but toji dives in, too, and now you’re frozen in place, ass propped up against his hard dick while you nonchalantly lie on the pool edge. the older man only scratches his neck and looks disinterested when your father asks why the hell the both of you are taking a random swim on a sunday afternoon.

“summer heat, daddy! it’s a little hot these days,” you lather on the act way too much but your dad doesn’t seem to know what’s going on. you do feel toji’s grasp tighten on your waist though, you wonder if it’s because of the word daddy.

“you’re not wrong,” he fans his shirt which is already stuck to his body; of course he’s in a suit on a sunday and it only means one thing, he’s going to the office to finish some extra work, “well, i’m—”

“—going to the office, yeah i know,” you mumble, sighing and your father at least looks a little guilty, “have a good day, daddy.”

“she’s right, y’know,” toji calls from behind you, hands slipping past your swimming suit and right to your cunt under the water, but what your father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, “spend more time with us next time.”

the other only nods, offering a simple salute before he stalks off but neither of you move until you hear for sure that his car is out of the driveway before you continue grinding against him and let out a soft sigh.

“you know he only means well by working hard, doll,” toji frowns, using the water to get closer to you and he’s instantly drunk from your size difference, “he likes his work — in a world where most people don’t like what they do, it’s sort of a blessing, already.”

you mumble, turning around and keeping yourself afloat, unsure where to put your hands until toji personally takes them and places them on his toned, wet chest. you gasp inwardly at the muscle there and you’re truly realising now that you’re standing (or floating) before your father’s best friend.

“i know i just—”

“need your daddy?” he teases, ducking down to draw out eye contact when you avoid his striking green eyes. you nod, “but he’s already here.”

you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge one bit, humming when you try to get closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. he lets you, also easily catching your legs that wrap around his waist. the water allows that, pinning you against the wall of the pool while he undresses you with his eyes alone. toji doesn’t even need to try and you’re already putty in his hands just like four years ago.

“take care of me, toji, please,” the last bits of your plea comes out as a whisper, desperation and lust mingling together. you tenderly play with the hair at the back of his head that’s growing long and he lets you. he lets you because he’s been waiting all this time, “i want you to fuck me until i forget about all this.”

toji closes his eyes at your request, “be careful what you wish for, baby,” and he’s right because he’s got you crying out for his help as you try to fit him in you while he just coos. need my help? and you’re nodding, sensitive from the many times he’s made you cum in order to prep you for his cock. it’s huge, the first time he fishes it out of his trunks and you think that you might wanna wait for next time until he’s stroking himself and groaning in that deep voice of his.

“relax for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles, fingers rubbing lightly at your clit to get you to relax, but his hulking figure from above you is intimidating to the maximum as he inches into you on your living room couch. it’s the most risky the two of you have been, and it’s rewarded well when the high ceilings of your place echoes your joint moans.

“t-toji—” you whimper, knuckles probably white from how tense you were grabbing on his forearms. the stretch from his tip is already painful that you can only hope you’ll be able to take all of him — toji is slow  — he tells you to breathe, he massages your thighs as if it’ll do anything, but your cunt is still tight after all and the way he spreads you open just sends chills right down to his dick.

“you got it, doll, just a bit more—” he coaxes you and he wants to do away with the rubber altogether, but he’d wait for you. he’s rubbing the legs that were propped on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours. “take that cock like a good girl.” 

once he bottoms out, though, your jaw falls slack at the deepness, pussy stretched to accommodate him while the cover cushions get wetter than the minute from your chlorine-filled bodies. none of you care when the house starts smelling like it, too concentrated on how toji spits once and pulls out halfway — you whine endlessly — and pumps his cock and the second time, it’s rubbed into your clit.

“how does that feel?” he grunts, meeting your eyes and then down to your connected bodies where it still hurts a little.

“stings . .” you mumble, but on top of that, you’re noticing how your body twitches at every single thing toji does. it’s never been like that with other partners, it could have just been forever since you’ve actually received dick and it also could be your developing feelings for the older man, but you’re not one to jump to conclusions right away.

“it’ll go away soon,” he kisses each ankle softly, and onny when he gets the green light from you, he’s rocking into you, body hovering over you with the same hulking figure you remember years ago. the same scar upon the left of his lips, the jet black hair, the confident smirk — it only makes your heart (and pussy) clench up.

“oh?” he grins, “i felt that.”

your mouth twists in displeasure that you can be read like an open book so blatantly in the eyes of your father’s best friend, but you forget about it soon enough when he pushes his body deeper into you, and in turn, your legs are right up to your chest.

“t-toji . .” you’re also wishing the condom wouldn’t be in the equation, but it was the first time both of you had any courage. your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, grasping and scrambling for him to get closer. “it’s t-too— big.” you’re crying slightly, eyes glossy from the mix of pleasure and pain that envelopes you.

toji, while still worried about you, can’t help but let his ego shoot up at that, but he’s already wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“you can take it, yeah?” he encourages, hot breath just fanning over your lips, “can’t you take daddy’s cock?” 

you hum, doe eyed and mouth parted and toji wants to keep this memory locked away forever. the familiar surroundings of all the nights spent here, and now he’s fucking you just like he wants to.

“y-yeah— yes, daddy,” you pull at his nape, indulging you in a deep kiss that’s got you moaning into his mouth. you’re relaxing more, now, allowing him to move — but toji’s thrusts are anything but gentle when he starts and you need to break from the kiss to whine loudly.

“tojiii—!” he simply hums, guiding your legs around his waist while the house starts to echo with noises of skin slapping. a hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit and your back arches off the sofa, giving easy access to your tits on display.

bikini pulled down, toji latches his mouth onto nipple while he slams into you, intoxicated on your hypnotising pussy. his grip is so strong that you don’t even notice your sensitive body, hand smoothly sliding under your pretty arched back, pulling you up. 

“w-wha . .”

“can’t i look at my pretty slut while i fuck her senseless?” he says it so casually, like you’re some hooker he paid to have fun with, but you’re not even coherent enough to form sentences, let alone think about what the two of you are. “it’s only natural when she looks so fucked out, don’t ya think?” 

his thrusts slow down, much to your dismay, but now he’s grinding his pelvis into your pliant pussy while he puts your legs back onto his shoulder. toji hits all your sweet spots, naturally, and he continues his ministrations on your clit roughly, driving you to the brink of your threshold and bringing you back in.

“look at how i fit in you,” there’s a certain awe in his voice when he looks down and you follow his cock that moves in and out, in and out, gathering your slickness all along his shaft that it drips down to your ass and stains the sofa covers — at least it was white. “can’t believe you’ve kept this pussy from me for so long.”

you whimper, hips moving on its own accord to meet his devastatingly slow thrusts as you speak, “it was always there, just— i didn’t think you’d have any interest in me—”

and toji only groans at that discovery (“you were my best friend’s daughter, of course i wasn’t gonna make a move until i knew you were okay with it.”), pelvis picking up the pace to show you just how much and often he’s been thinking of you throughout these four years. the soft, tame pants that leave your mouth are no more as he snaps his hips into you roughly. his stamina is like no other and you try your best to catch up but at this point you’re just being manhandled.

chants of daddy, daddy, daddy are all that’s left on your lips, head thrown back even when he picks you up like you weigh nothing and readjusts the both of you along the long side of the sofa. he at leasts can relish in the cushion of the couch while he watches you squirm from his fat cock, hands grabbing at air for his presence. 

“w’nna . . i wanna cum, toji . .” you mumble when he’s close to you again, memorising how his black hair feels against your face while he litters kisses along your neck and jaw, of how the dip of his skin feels under your thumb as you brush against the left side of his mouth, because you’re not sure you’ll get another opportunity like this. “feels s’good—”

“yeah?” he mumbles, full on pounding into you while holding your legs open for him. he’s close to climax too, dick twitching and pulsing in you and you swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his length. “’m close too, doll.”

the obscene squelching noises of your wet pussy reverberates throughout the living room, and together with his needy groans and your high-pitched whines, you’re driven over the edge with a sharp cry from your lips. his hand is the culprit, haphazardly rubbing messy circles into your puffy clit and continuing even past your orgasm. toji’s jaw drops when he watches your body convulse under him from the overstimulation, back arching so far up and your legs that shake uncontrollably.

“attagirl, that’s it,” he chuckles at your sensitivity but his chest beams with pride knowing he’s seen you like this, holding your legs down easily while his hips never stop, but he’s close from the way his stomach tightens and your pussy seems tighter than usual. “hang in there—”

toji swears lowly under his breath, but before he can even bark out a warning to you, he’s cumming into the condom, body hunched all over your own as his hips still. the gruff groans only turn you right back on, faintly feeling the sensation of toji filling up the rubber and you wish it was all in your pussy.

“f-fuuuck . . fucking god—!” toji’s chest heaves from the intense orgasm, one that he’s never felt so vividly before until you. with one last kiss to your waiting lips, he mutters praise to you, loving how he can feel your cheeks warm. it’s then that your bodies have no more space in between, cock still buried in you while he only holds you from above, body weight just a little heavy for you.

“i’ll need to feel those thighs trembling around my ears next time,” toji jokes, relieving you of his heavier mass and laughs out loud at your confused look.

“that’s such a weird way to ask me to sit on your face . .” you giggle, letting him flip the two of you over before your words are cut off again by an intrusive whimper. your clit’s still sensitive, and the slightest brush against his pelvis can sends shudders down your spine all over again. toji loves it.

“will you grant me the pleasure of experiencing it now?” and before he can even mumble another smart comment, you’re settling right on his face and he looks almost ready to die under your pussy. all he mumbles is how pretty your pussy looks from this angle, before making you regret ever teasing him, mouth working wonders until you’re exhausted and toji’s had his fill.

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

v frustrating having an issue w someone where like.

ok i complain on here abt my mom bc i have longstanding issues w my mom that are unresolved and even day to day

i do not complain abt my dad bc i’m grateful for my dad and i miss him and feel like he tried his best and accepted me and was kind to me and all that

so like. i’m conflicted bc im having what feels like major issues w someone else but don’t want to like, recognize it by coming on here and complaining??? like i’m trying to not resent him/i’m trying to work it out but it’s just. this has been going on for a long time now and it’s really eating at me and he literally doesn’t communicate w me??? and i try not to bother him at the wrong times or say the wrong things but ???? it just feels really bad lol

like i deserve better than this but feel like bringing this up at any point is going to stress him out like i know he’s busy but i feel genuinely neglected lol