#stump grinding business

[chrisstumps05]

Why I'm Rebuilding My Stump Grinder

[chrisstumpgrinding]

Is it better to grind or remove a stump?

[trippin-chippin]

Stump grinder :D

Just a logo Im making for my dad

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Miguel Having A Crush On You Would Include…

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Obsessive Miguel, Possessive Miguel, Implied Yandere Miguel, Miguel in Love, Vampire Marking, Marking (Kind Of), Fluff, Typical Crush Behaviour, Petnames/Nicknames, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Him being absolutely OBSESSED with you.

Literally completely feral, down bad, infatuated, etc.

Initially, when he realised he’d started liking you in a romantic sense, he tried pushing you away; tried drowning his feelings in work, missions, Hell – even resolving petty spats between the Spiderpeople at the base. Anything to exorcise this rising feeling of butterflies in his chest whenever you were around. Vulnerability.

However, you were persistent.

You’d bring him lunch whenever you knew it would be a long day in the office for him, telling him that “Even the best superhero needs a sandwich every now and then!”

And by God were your sandwiches phenomenal.

Though he’d never admit it, his heart would skip a beat whenever the door to his office opened, knowing that it could be you paying him a visit with your delectable lunchables, or even just to check in on him. Make him feel special in ways nobody else had or could in years.

Eventually, this turned into a daily affair; one Miguel would watch the clock for, wait for. Long for.

Miguel also tried hiding his feelings when you brought him hand-crafted, love-filled desserts that he just couldn’t bring himself to ignore or throw away. Or, when Miles offered to take them off his hands, let anyone else have.

Eventually, there isn’t a day that goes by where you aren’t with him in some capacity. And it shows.

Whenever you’re late, even only by a few minutes, Miguel can feel his heart spike, asking Lyla where you are, if she can track you, etc.

“Sounds like you liiiike (Y/N)~” Lyla gives Miguel a knowing smile.

Miguel just grunts, ignores her. Though, he can feel the corners of his lips turning up, and hides them behind a well-placed hand, rubbing his temples.

Soft glances whenever you’re in the room, all his attention turning to you and you alone.

He just loves to stare at you. You’re so beautiful that he can’t understand why nobody else passing you has to stitch their dropped jaw back onto their face.

Then again, he is grateful. The fury that bubbles inside him whenever he catches someone glancing at you, gaze lustful, is all-consuming, enough to make his teeth grind, his eyes bleed a light rouge hue, piercing. He makes sure they’ll never cross paths with you again.

Gradually, your warmth and kindness thaws his walls, and, once the floodgates are open, neither you nor he can predict the dark ocean that is to flood your lives.

He doesn’t mean to throw himself full-force into his feelings, but after being so guarded for so long, he just can’t help it.

Becomes overly-concerned with every facet of your life. More so than he already was.

Constantly trying to find out information about you, though being stumped as to how to do so without arousing your suspicion.

Asks Lyla to track you, see what you’re doing, who you’re with, their relation to you.

However, she begins to deny Miguel such luxuries, telling him to “Grow a pair and ask (Y/N) yourself!”

When he realises Lyla is steadfast in her resolve, he does so. Reluctantly.

Though, once he starts, he finds it difficult to stop.

“Where are you going after work?”, “Are you going out tonight with anyone?”, “Who?”

Eventually, you just look up at him, seemingly oblivious to his growing desperation, and say: “Gosh, Miguel, you’re starting to sound like you’re my boyfriend or something!”

His heart stops. His throat dries and he just looks at you, eyes wide.

One second passes. Then two. Then–

“Oh– uh– yeah... I mean, not that that’s weird, right? Unless you think it is weird, then–”

Lyla has to step in and save him from himself, telling him he has ‘urgent business’ in one of the other wings of the facility.

His suit suddenly feels too tight and too hot beneath the collar whenever he has to speak with you alone.

And tight in…other places when his mind wanders to the more intimate aspects of your hypothetical relationship.

Miguel likes to rationalise this as him preparing how best to please you when the time, inevitably, comes for him to claim you, make you his. At least, this staves off the post-nut clarity (guilt) just a little longer when he’s pursuing a release, blasphemous images of you running through his mind.

A good example of this occurs almost nightly, with Miguel thoroughly loving a pillow clad in a shirt he’d lent you once, your scent still woven, though faded, into the fabric.

Many nights, his face is pressed to the cotton of that shirt, muffling his lips and his moans as his teeth sink into your temporary body, extending, marking, hand moving fervently beneath the bed sheets, your name the chant of many a spell of ardour.

You might mistake that red glow on his cheeks for the illumination of the console screens, but anyone who looks close enough knows better.

He loves showing you around the facility. Especially when your eyes light up and you remark how intelligent he is for “Doing this all on your own,”

Any compliment from you makes his heart thrum and his cheeks burn with the urge to smile. And, if it’s only you in his company, he does so.

Maybe even give you a nervous laugh.

You’re the only one he feels comfortable with showing emotion to.

He hopes that his displays aren’t lost on you; that you know him well enough to know that every smile, every laugh, is for you and you only.

And he is determined to, one day, make that smile of yours for him. And only him.

But, for now, he will content himself with daydreams and night ventures into territory not yet known, all the while possessing a seat beside you, being a shoulder for you to cry on, an ear into which you may pour your worries, a hero on whom you can always depend in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.

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[mychlapci]

After weeks of radio silence from Prowl, Optimus Prime is beside himself with guilt and concern. Truthfully, even he doesn’t know what a union with the Unmaker entails. He can only hope and pray that all goes smoothly and Prowl returns unscathed… This is traditionally a Prime’s duty, and Prowl is no Prime.

When Optimus finally receives Prowl’s distress signal, he drops everything at once and assembles a small crew to retrieve him. Without a second to spare, Prime, Ratchet, and Ironhide depart for Earth.

Nobody could’ve guessed the sort of state they’d find Prowl in. Dazed, grimy, and gravid, the Praxian barely notices his friends’ arrival until Ratchet’s right at his side. His dull blue optics stay transfixed on the maw of Unicron's cave for a moment longer before shifting to the medic, slowly widening with realization and recognition as he finally regards his presence. 

Prowl seems to come to his senses after a beat, speaking calmly and casually to the group as Ratchet helps him to his peds. He dances around questions about the union, insists that he’s alright, and hobbles ahead of his three dumbfounded friends… All the while idly stroking his swollen stomach with a gentle, reverent touch. Optimus can only stumble after him, with a concerned Ratchet and dumbstruck Ironhide in tow.

The days that follow are strange and tense. Ratchet thoroughly inspects Prowl’s frame, stumped by his findings. Besides being stuffed full of eggs of an unknown species and origin, Prowl is otherwise completely fine. If anything, he looks healthier than before. He’s uninjured and well-fed, his tank full of strange but nourishing organic matter.

What worries the group most is Prowl’s demeanor. He stubbornly maintains that he's fine, but Prime knows better. There’s a far off look in his optics, he can't seem to hold a train of thought very long, and most concerningly, he’s become shamelessly and incessantly horny. 

From trying to crawl into Ironhide’s lap in the pilot’s seat, to bluntly propositioning Optimus with the same cold confidence he’d propose military strategy with, to mindlessly grinding back against and repeatedly cumming around Ratchet’s digits during his initial examination; Prowl’s behavior is as disturbing as it is maddeningly arousing. And the worst part is, Prowl himself doesn't seem to realize that he's acting odd.

By the third day of their voyage, Ironhide gives up on nudging the needy Praxian off his lap, instead focusing on keeping his panel closed as Prowl pants, whines, and feverishly rides one of his thighs. All the bigger bot can do is grit his teeth and clutch the arms of his chair as Prowl shamelessly ruts his bare valve against his leg, smearing sweet pink slick all over Ironhide’s thigh before overloading with a pitiful whimper… And after a peaceful moment of rest against Ironhide’s chest, getting up and casually waddling away like nothing happened, lubricant still dripping down his legs.

Ratchet too succumbs to his advances, deciding that his newfound libido must be an effect of either his carriage or the foreign matter he was exposed to on Earth. The medic prescribes a new nightly routine to ease his restlessness. Prowl easily obliges, dropping to his knees and slobbering all over Ratchet’s spike and valve, desperately swallowing every drop of transfluid he’s given as he absentmindedly strokes his rounded tummy.

The higher his charge is, the more his processor feels like it’s full of warm cotton. He can't help but chase the feeling, unconsciously seeking out anything and everything that might make him feel the way the Unmaker, his mate, made him feel. He takes Ratchet’s spike with ease and overloads untouched the first time it hits the back of his throat, whining like a cheap pleasurebot the second the medic pulls out of his intake. Of course, he calmly leaves Ratchet’s habsuite and returns to business as usual once their appointment ends.

Optimus is the last to give in, too overcome with guilt and horror at Prowl’s condition to participate in his debasement. To see his strong, sharp, proud advisor so easily reduced to a desperate, shameless, spikeslut after selflessly carrying out a Prime’s responsibility… Optimus lays awake at night, trying in vain to ignore the lewd whimpers and squeals from the room beside him; Every single night like a turbofox in heat. He can only imagine what Prowl’s doing in there…

He finally snaps one night, be it out of guilt, pity, or plain temptation. It's easy enough to justify in his head; This is all Optimus’s fault, Prowl’s only like this because he couldn’t carry out his sworn duty. The least Prime can do now is help him out…

ik I said birth in p2, but I got carried away! I promise I’ll do a p3 if you want it <3

-🦴

hrghh that's okay, I love this. Unicron completely changed Prowl, all he can think of is the drag of something wet and thick over his internal calipers… His forge is so full and his valve is always so wet. He needs transfluid in his forge, he needs it like he needs energon, he can't live without spikes. Optimus feels so bad… No Prime has ever come back from their wedding night with Unicron pregnant, it just had to happen this time, when Optimus shrunk his duties and sent his friend in his place… Prowl has been changed, maybe traumatized, and Optimus doesn't know what else to do other than help him in any way he can…

He catches Prowl furiously riding a toy spike, like he does every night, and finally offers to help him… After all, Optimus can't stand his unsatisfied whines. 

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 11: 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼/𝓝𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼

FIRST ONE PIECE FIC EVER LESGOOOOO

HEHE LUFFY MY GOOBY

I WANTED TO TRY TO KEEP ZORO IN CHARACTER SO SORRY IF ITS INNACURATE

IM GONNA MAKE IT YALL IDC IM GONNA GET THESE WRITTEN

Tags: @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily @trrickytickle

—ngl this do have tickles under the cut—

If there was one thing that bothered Luffy about his vice captain, it was his drowsiness. Zoro was ALWAYS sleeping, especially during the times when Luffy most wanted him awake.

On a slow day, the straw-hatted captain wanted nothing more than to bother Zoro. He jumped up about the ship, trying hard to find the green-haired male.

When he found the swordsman, the latter was snoozing on the deck.

“Zoooorooooo!” The captain whined as he lay down next to the sleeping man. “Wake up!”

No response was given to Luffy, albeit a small snore.

The straw-hatted captain pouted as he sat up. There had to be something he could do…

In one swift movement, the black-haired male prostrated himself on Zoro’s back, hoping the added pressure would wake him.

To his luck, the sleeping vice captain barely even acknowledged it. He simply sighed in a breath and exhaled gently.

Luffy pushed all of his weight onto his torso, deducing that maybe that pressure would wake him.

Again, it did not.

Now, he was stumped.

In a fit of frustration he bit down on Zoro’s shoulder. Not too hard, but (hopefully) enough for there to be an impact.

Zoro’s eyes opened and his brows furrowed angrily. “Can I help you?”

Luffy’s eyes had stars in them as he smiled widely. He threw his arms around the swordsman’s neck. “Zorooooo! Come play a game with me!”

“That’s what you woke me up for? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Nami said she was too busy, and Usopp doesn’t like my games… he’s a little scaredy cat.”

A muted “hey!” was heard from the other end of the ship…

“See I would, but I’m just sooooooo tired.” The green-haired male slurred as he started to close his eyes once more, a small smile of mischief making its way to his features.

“Nooooo! I wanna play a game! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Zoro fake snored rather loudly, quite literally a “honk shoo.”

Pouting, Luffy bit down on Zoro’s shoulder again, resulting in the fake snores coming to a grinding halt. “Jesus, Luffy. What are you- NGH-“

“I’m gonna bite you until you say you’ll play with me!”

“That’s ridiculous! Ask someone else T- HNG- To p-play with y-you.”

“No! I don’t care that I’m hurting you! You make me mad!”

“You aren’t hurting me, kid. Nothing you do can hurt me, just have sensi-tive… shoulders… is all….”

A light went off in the straw-hatted captain’s head. “Ohhhh sensitive huh?”

“Don’t you dare- L-Luffy! D-Mph! D-Don’t do that.”

The black-haired pirate sank his teeth into the man’s shoulder, adding obnoxious “om nom nom” sounds.

The swordsman’s teeth were gritted as his breaths became uneven. A dopey grin found its way to his features as he squeezed his eyes shut. “L-Lu-Luhuhuffy-“

“Haha! Big bad Zoro’s ticklish!” A voice chimed from outside of the kitchen door.

An attempt to glare at the blonde chef ended in a snort when the captain’s teeth sank into his upper back. “W-Would you q-quihihit that.”

A little gremlin laugh from behind him answered his question.

Maybe he should’ve just played a game with Luffy after all…

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[gogotti]

Bloodhound x reader nsfw, similar to the caustic fic w orgasm denial I LOVE YOUR WORK PLS

This took forever and I'm so sorry, but life hit me with the "let's change the subject" bat, and I lost interest in Apex for a hot ass minute. but anyways

BLOODHOUND/READER - NSFW

Warnings: none really but the fic includes NSFW, orgasm denial, gender-neutral reader, no mention of Bloodhound's genitals, (which is also what made this fic take so long cause it took me forever to realize I could just do that.)

You looked over at Bloodhound as you stepped outside, a mischievous grin coming to your face almost immediately. They had been training all day, which wasn't uncommon, and you coming out to join them wasn't unusual either. You enjoyed watching them practice. It allowed you to stare at their muscles, which gave you plenty of material for those long seasons they were away busy with the games. Normally, you would sit by and watch, but with how well they'd been doing in the games, you figured it was time for a well-deserved break. You sat on a stump nearby and watched as Hound released their last arrow from the Bocek, landing what you counted to be their 4th bullseye. You smiled and spoke up, watching that red tint from their eyes slowly fade as they registered your voice.

“You should teach me to be as well off with a bow as you are.”

They walked over, touching your forehead with their mask as a kiss, and grabbed another bow they had prepared and handed it to you. Their eyes squinted slightly, meaning they were smiling at you behind the mask. “I would be honored, Elska.”

You stood and walked with them to the small patch of off-colored grass and huffed at it. Hound noticed and spoke, “I will get to placing the stone on this spot soon enough. For now, we practice.” You laughed, “Don't you think you need a break? You stand in this spot so much that the grass isn't green anymore.” They shook their head, and you already knew what they were going to say, so you simply sighed, feigning defeat for your request.

They positioned themselves behind you and you pressed yourself as close to their chest as possible, hearing a sudden inhale from them in response. You knew that showing interest in their training and hobbies made them very happy, so you already had a bit of a headstart, but you had a trick up your sleeve and you couldn't help but smirk at the thought of their excitement when you showed it off.

Thankfully Hound didn't notice as they continued positioning you in proper archery form, answering each question you asked, even if some had self-explanatory answers. You made sure to drag on the explanation part so you could let your plan slowly unfold, and you acted innocent when they would stop explaining to take a breath because your subtle grinding against them was doing much more than you originally anticipated.

When they had finally explained everything they thought necessary, you were allowed to shoot your first arrow. You pretended to struggle a bit before releasing arrow after arrow, each landing smack-dab in the center. You turned, a giant smile on your face as you watched Hound’s eyes flick from you to the target and back. You knew they were feeling something now as they stuttered a bit before letting out a breathy, “Wow, Elska.”

They stood frozen in their spot as you approached them, letting the bow gently rest on the ground. You place your hands on their chest and smile at them, “So, I think we should take a break. I am exhausted after all that training.”

They didn't respond, instead, they let you guide them to the stump you were sitting on earlier and stood in front of you. You leaned up and kissed their mask once, then moved down to their neck, kissing and nipping at all of the skin there. You let your hand trail downward and into their pants, letting them grind down onto your palm and you smiled at the muffled huffs coming from their mask.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?

They let out a muffled, “Mhm”, and you smiled, leaning away from their neck to see their face for a moment. You were glad that you did because as soon as you made eye contact with them you watched their eyes roll to the back of their head and their body twitch toward you. You watched as they started to grind down harder, eventually grabbing onto you and pulling you closer.

They whined, “Please, Elska…”, and they looked at you desperately. You knew they were close, but you weren't ready for this to end yet, especially since it just started. You didn't realize how pent-up they had been, so your previous grinding had done much, much more than you had thought. You slowly began to pull your hand away as they got closer to cumming and they quickly caught on, grabbing your hand and holding it in their strong grip.

“Elska, I need this please.” They continued to grind down onto your hand, but you kept pulling away. You were worried that they were gonna cum before you had your fun, so you forcefully pulled your hand away, watching Hound go limp with defeat. Hound practically growled at the lack of contact and slowly turned it into a whine because of the denial. They looked up at you, and you knew they had tears in their eyes, so you kissed the top of their head.

“I wanna have fun too Houndy, but I promise you'll get to cum once I have. Okay?”

You smiled at them, and they couldn't do anything but mumble an “Okay..” and follow you into the cabin you shared.

[bh-writingdump]

Grass

Ch1

Ship: Reader x Red

Upstairs: Nipple Pinch, Jugular, Grass

Downstairs: None

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Laying in the grass, you feel a pressure against the small of your back. “Sans, I’m busy,” You grunt, returning to your equations.

The weight doesn’t leave, instead, it gross. You shift under his weight. His hands massage and roll out the tension in your shoulders.

The equation stumps you. You need not only for one of the functions to balance with the other but also be greater than a separate 3rd function. Each time you adjust one function, it messes up the relationship with another.

So focused on your work, you can almost ignore the feeling of those talented hands unraveling you’re your knots. You’d recognize those hands from anywhere.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Red.”

You only get a rumbling chuckle in response. That is, until he shifts to rubbing your shoulders to down your back. The heel of his hands digging into a particular knot that’s been festering for years. It’s grown like a cancer until even sitting in a chair is a painful procedure. “game’s over. If you think I’ll risk your brother wrath—” You groan.

It surprises him as much as it surprises you. He even pauses, giving you time to recovery in the safety of your arms.

Not only did you choose a part of the gardens for their privacy but also their sound disruption for just such an occasion. Otherwise, the Mathematics Department would’ve long since misconstrued your relationship.

It sends a shiver down your spine know in appreciation. You that laugh all too well. It all makes sense now, Sans wouldn’t have shut up for so long just for a bit.

“goin’ a little too hard on ya, sweetheart? lemme… lighten the load.” You barely manage to bite your fist as he rolls even harder into your back. His body rocking back and forth like a machine. Each knot being battered like a steady hand, you’d imagine in an hour or so, baring death of embarrassment, there wouldn’t be a knot left.

Then it hits you, isn’t Red under a tighter deadline than you are? Falys Inc wasn’t the type to let such a thing slip. “Did you seriously…” you bite your fist again. “… ditch your project to just…”

A taller pair of glossy leather boots come to a hault in front of you. You choke, scrambling to get up just as Red leans his full weight on you, forcing you into the grass. “Edge—this isn’t—it isn’t what it looks like.”

Wordlessly, he picks up your notes, flipping through them, taking pictures. You try to snatch them back but Red goes right back to grinding back into your shoulder. You can’t even form a thought, just bear through the shock of pain that makes you choke.

Red purrs into your ear, “did I hit something, sweetheart?”

“I…” You swallow hard, “thought we were keeping this strictly business.”

In response, he drinks in the smell of you, his nasal aperture pressed into your heck. Each breath feels scalding against your skin.

Another strategy. Efficiency, yes, “Edge, get your brother off me. You can’t expect me to come up with any worthwhile results under these conditions.”

He snaps your notebook shut, letting it fall to the ground. You scramble to scoop it up just as his foot lands on your hand.

Red’s hands tightening around your shoulders. “boss?”

Edge could so easily crush your hand yet. He doesn’t leans his full weight, instead carefully lowering himself to your side. “Whose to say you haven’t failed already?”

“But the-the reports!”

“Suboptimal. They get us no closer to controlling Fallys Corp. You’ll have to give us something more substantial that’ll tip the board’s favor.” He taps a pen between your eyes. “Seeing as how you seem intent on throwing your life away—”

“I’m on company grounds I’m safe—’

“For some grass, my brother will be in charge of your person until you gain your sanity.” He discards the pen with a second flick to your face. “See to it that ze doesn’t get into trouble.”

“heh, can do boss.” He adds so only you an hear. “hear that, sweets? Yer schedule’s all free, whatcha wanna do first.”

“You truly are a.. a…” You breath heavily as you feel another groan build up. Instead, you rest your head in the grass, staring up at the former head of the Royal Guard and Royal-Pain-In-Your-Ass whenever monster politics converges with the college.

“Keep zem occupied until dinner. There will be consequences if you’re late.”

“yeah, yeah, I hear ya.”

“How do you epect me to get anything done? I have deadlines as well—gaaaawwd, ReeEeeeEeed, you piece of hogwash, f-f-cuk you.”

He rolls off, rubbing the small of your back as you shudder. The pain of the hard massage mixing with the pleasure of your fist knot being dispelled. It’s the equivalent of running a mile. How the fuck does he do that?

“stop reading into human biology.” You mutter.

He pinches your chin, forcing you to look at him. “how else am I ‘ppose ta learn without a test dummy?” He chuckles when you try to shake your head out of his grasp. “gotta relax, sweetheart. never seen ya so tense.”

“You’d know that wouldn’t you?! You tried to sabotage my work!”

Red gives you an incredulous look. “ya didn’t like it?”

“You food nearly knocked me out for 24 hours. How else am I supposed to take that? And then, of course, I wake up in your office.”

Red shrugs, utterly unrepentant. “then don’t stay up for four night in a row.”

“I… you do literally the same.”

Just as you get up, his grip tightens on your cheek. A syringe without a needle gets shoved into your mouth. You clamp down on his hand. But he’s got too hard a grip on you. The foul-tasting liquid gets shot into the back of your mouth, as if he wanted to dose a feline rather than a human being.

You spit and cough but there’s no way you can expel enough.

“don’ worry, boss won’t be back for awhile. jus you and me.”

Your stupid body relaxes at the thought. Half of your paycheck comes from your side gig with Edge. If he found you laying idle, regardless of interference from himself or his brother, you’d rather not think of what would come of it.

He pushes your shoulder blades. Those clever little hands unwinding months of knots. “I would’ve been d-done in a d-day..” You close your eyes, trying to focus on knocking him off but simply keeping on your head off the ground felt like a fully body workout.

You can already feel the relaxing affects of the monster edible tugging at you. Damn monster food and their instant effects.

“ya like it? something ‘dyne just cooked up.”

You try sitting up again, this time he even helps you. You stumble to your feet like a toddler, swaying back and froth before falling flat on your ass. Meanwhile, Red mimics eating popcorn “Encre!”

You drop back into the grass. “What do you even get out of this? I’ll be useless for the next six hours, you know that.” Pressing your hands to your eyes, you sigh as a lovely weight settles on your chest, forcing you to notice everything from the breeze ruffling your coat and the scent of freshly mowed grass.

Hands clasp around your wrists, loosely but firmly. You give them a tug, no way you’re getting out of this. He peels off your hands enough for you to see his grinning mug. You look off into the distant garden at an overflowing vine of grapes.

“Good, ain’t it?”

“I’m a fuckin’ snail.. you happy?” You mumble, trying to focus again at doing anything but laying down but man, what an inconvenience.

Vvvvvvvvvvv

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 Red pulls off your shirt, running his hand long your hip and waist as you shudder as crimson magic gathers, making every touch feel like you’d been super charged like this for hours.

Tongue like cotton, you swallow. “Red,” You can’t look at him. Not with that hungry look in his eyes. “Red, red.. I… red.. hmm.”

He chuckles as you rub your eyes. Nothing seems to clear your stupid head. You lean into each touch.

“You’re… a pig.”

“Damn, is that all you got, starlight. Must really be fuckin’ you up, aren’t i?”

“Fuck just—” you pinch your nasal ridge, trying to focus but Red pauses. Red ever shutting up means he’s thinking. That’s never good for your ability to concentrate at all.

You catch his all consuming focus. He’s zeroed in on your nipple. You’d been meaning to mention that you’d gotten the last of the nipple bandages off a month ago. They’d since deflated in the short period away from your care. Though, oddly enough, the tips of both were hard like they’d never been removed.

The committee would have your head if you got distracted any longer. No matter how gorgeous Red looked on top of you or how badly you wanted him to explore the changes.  In the time you’d known red, the closest he’d ever gotten to your chest was your belly and shoulders. You’d told him soon as you had top surgery, he could touch anywhere he’d like.

“Red. Your project. Think. If diddling my nipples, who’s going to get all that work done? Who’s going to get the machine working?”

Why does it always have to be you giving a reality check? For once, could you be the one to told to slow down and stop fooling around. You sit up. Red even lets you get that far before his phalanges circle around your nipple, the one who’s edges look like a shooting star.

“though ya were gonna get rid of em.”

You guess you could let him see for a little bit. It’d been so long since you’d had your shirt off in public. Hell, it must’ve been since you were 8 or 9. It feels good, the wind on your back, the way skin on skin feels. No longer needing to glance down to check if your binder was screwed up.

To hell with that, you still checked. It’s like your mind can’t truly comprehend that multiple decade long struggle is over.

“I considered it but… on the off chance, I had any feeling, I’d want to do that nipple torture everyone raved so much about.”

His other hand clamped down on your neck, his thumb on your jugular. You could feel each breath and damn. Combine that with whatever drug he dosed you with, you could practically fall asleep like that.

“they’re gorgeous…”

You sputter, trying to hang back but you’re at his mercy as he growls in your ear.

“never seen anything so perfect in my life.”

A drum pounds within you, pumping blood so fast it pounds in your ears.

“It-it really isn’t.”

His phalanges circle your nipple, getting closer and closer. You imagine wolves descending in for the kill, caroling a group of deer to their demise.

“There’s more important things, RED!”

His phalanges clamp down on your nipple, hard enough it sends a shock of pain through you enough you burry your face into his shoulder, whimpering. God, you’d never felt anything so good. Is this what it feels like? To like your chest? To want someone else to touch it?

“heh, you still got the shittiest pain tolerance.”

“Oh shut up—mmm.” You gasp.

He slams you into the ground, knocking the air right out of you. You choke and gasp. How the hell were you supposed to think? He tugs and pulls them like taffy.

You try to get up again but this time his hand clamps down. Not enough to choke you but enough to remind you who could.

“betch like that.” He rubs your poor abused nipple, a crocodile tear level of sorry. He presses a kiss to it.

You can barely think of anything but the pain. Between his coaxing tongue pulls and twists. Tears stream down your cheeks. You blather on about “it’s just a chest,” and “nothing special” until nothing but vague suggestions of words spout from your lips.

By this point, your head had long since crashed into the grass. Too heavy from the drugs and Red’s rough touch. How were you ever support to get up again?

It’s then you feel something wet circle your less abused nipple.

“Ah, tastes just like I remember. Keep using that body wash.” He smirks, his long dexterous tongue lolls out. It reaches far below his chin.

“Now that’s just lewd.” You stupidly blurt out.

“Wha’ s’?” With his tongue out, he says.

It’s enough to make you earn a giggle. He quickly turns it into a moan as his tongue practically suctions to your nipple. “Tr-rickster.. bastard.”

When he finally lets you go, he murmurs, “i prefer master but fer you, call me daddy~”

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Gojo's and Geto's thoughts during the KFC breakup HAHAHHAHAHA

Theme: SatoSugu mwah

Warnings: none, angst??? (i mean it's SatoSugu so what do yall expect besides angst i hope my writing can bring out the angst thou) not proofread!!

Authors note: hi beautiful people, this is my first time trying this out so my sincerest apologies if i did smt wrong that caused any kind of inconvenience for yall. SatoSugu broke my heart and i havent felt the same way since i read that darn In Another Life fanfic (i loved it thou anyone who watches Haikyuu and ships BokuAka should go check it out). Anyways my ultimate goal here is to make yall cry over SatoSugu again cuz i cant seem to get over them :/ hahahaha

Gojo's POV:

I heard what Yaga said. My brain could not process it in time. “Huh?” 

The only thoughts running through my mind was “No. it must be a mistake. No, Suguru would never.” Denial, denial, denial. I was confused. I was mad. Not mad at you, but at those damned old gits that tried to blame this on you. It had to be a misunderstanding… right? My mind told me you’ve changed. But my heart and soul still holds onto that last shred of hope. I tried everything to reach you, and eventually got ahold of your whereabouts through Shoko.

I recognised your figure amidst the busy streets of Shinjuku immediately. “Explain yourself, Suguru.” you paused. Your reply was stark.  “You heard it from Shoko, right? That’s all there is.” You didn’t even bother to turn, didn’t even bother to look into my eyes to say those words. I grind my teeth. “So you’re just gonna kill everyone who’s not a jujutsu sorcerer? Even your parents?” That shred of hope was slowly sliding out of my grasp. “I can’t allow my parents to be a special exception.” You sounded crazy. Your words were insane. I feel like i don’t understand you anymore.

When you told me that there was a point to kill, and that you were aiming to eliminate all non-sorcerers from this world, that hope disappeared completely. Who are you now? I was looking at a familiar face, yet it was clouded in a shroud of unfamiliarity. It was impossible to do so. I yelled at you, to try and get you back to your senses.

I tried, so you won’t leave, although a part of me already knew how this would end. Every cell in my body rejected that inescapable truth. Every nerve in my body rejected that inevitable outcome. You finally turned, and my eyes locked with yours. My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing hitched. Those dark eyes were like nocturnal oceans, with secrets shimmering in the depths. Those dark eyes that once had the light of life, those dark eyes that turned steely when they met mine.  “Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?” What sort of a dumb question is that? You’re not making any sense. “What are you trying to say?” “If I had your powers, don’t you think that chances would be higher that my foolish ideal would become a reality?” just for a split second, sorrow flashed in your eyes, and it was gone so fast I couldn’t be sure it was even there in the first place.

Your eyes hardened into solid obsidian. “Satoru, I have decided how to live my life, and what's left is doing the best I can to achieve it. Goodbye, Satoru” I was stumped again. No. No. No, no, no, no. We didn’t come this far just to come this far. The words that cursed you crawled up my throat, but I couldn't find my voice. You turned your back firmly on me, and reality came crashing down. You were leaving. There will never be ‘us’ again. I will never be the same again. Was I nothing to you? Was I someone you just used, and throw away? How are you able to turn your back so easily on me?

I don't even know which pain is worse. The shock of what had happened, or the ache of what never will. I stood there, wanting to run after you, shout at you, beg you to stay, but I know, even if I do catch up to you, you will still fade into the crowd. Even if, by some miracle, you do stay, we will never be the same again. I swallowed, my hands trembling as I raised them up. I had to do it. I'm not born strongest for nothing. I'm strong enough to do this. You are a criminal after all. I should do it, I must do it. Your silhouette blurred each step you took, walking away from me, just like my future, how i cannot visualize without you in it, foggy and unclear. My hands paused, then fell back limply to my sides. I am…  not strong enough after all. Because it's you. Suguru, truth is, I think I already felt you leaving even before you left, but don’t you think I at least deserved a better ‘goodbye’ than this? Now I have to remember you for longer than I've kept you. No more riding on your shikigamis to school. No more going on missions together. No more joking around and annoying everyone else. No more…you, just the memories. Yeah, I think I can live with that. I should be able to. I'm the strongest, after all.

Geto's POV:

"Explain yourself, Suguru.” I recognised your voice immediately, and stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t turn, I couldn't face you without betraying my emotions. I knew you would confront me sooner or later. And I wasn't ready for that yet. “You heard it from Shoko, right? That's all there is.”

I could see your facial expressions in my mind’s eye. Your eyebrows knitted in frustration and anger, your teeth grinding together. The urge to turn and see you with my own eyes grew. “So you’re just gonna kill everyone who’s not a Jujutsu sorcerer? Even your parents?” “I cant allow my parents to be a special exception.” I know I must sound insane to you now, Satoru. But I promise you will understand. Once I achieved that ideal future for us. 

When you yelled at me that it was impossible for me to wipe out every single one of those non-sorcerers from this world, I heard it in your voice. The pain, the betrayal, the hurt, the anger, all directed at me. I braced myself, and turned, and I saw your face, twisted with rage and anguish. My gaze locked with yours. Your eyes that once held the most beautiful blue of the deep sea, had now became icy crystals, sharp and cold, but still breathtaking and pristine.

My front almost melted right there and then and I almost ran right back to you. But I held my ground. Because I knew that I had to be the one to do it. Because you won’t. I knew that the odds were against me, I knew that the chances of me succeeding were far and few between, but I had to try. For a better future for you, for us. And i blurted out my thoughts. “Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo, or does being the strongest make you Satoru Gojo?” Those beautiful blue eyes darkened with confusion. “What are you trying to say?” “If I had your powers, don’t you think that chances would be higher that my foolish ideal would become a reality?”

Exorcise, absorb, over and over. Who am I doing this for? Who are we doing this for? After seeing Nanami’s breakdown over Haibara’s death, I just cant let it go on anymore, Satoru. If the only thing waiting for us sorcerers at the end of the climb is a mountain of our friends’ corpses, then…  “Satoru, I have decided how to live my life, and what's left is doing the best i can to achieve it. Goodbye, Satoru” I didn't know what else to say, except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.

Before i could allow myself to see the pain already beginning to seep into your face, and let my cowardice take over me, I memorized your features and turned my back on you. It was the hardest thing I've ever forced myself to do. It was excruciating, like carrying a heavy boulder up a steep, endless mountain, each step I took that increased the distance between us was an agonizing struggle. Satoru, you have no idea how many times I wanted to let go of that boulder, and make my way back to you. That would’ve been too easy, a much too comfortable feeling. But for the sake of our futures, I could not.

I'm sorry, Satoru. Part of me hoped that I would hear your familiar footsteps running after me, part of me hoped that you will tell me to stay. But I'm glad you didn't, because I'm sure, if you had done that, I will not have the strength to resist anymore. Because it’s you. 

I could feel it in my bones, your arms reaching, and I braced myself for the incoming reversal red. It never happened.

Actually, Satoru, I think I knew. I knew from the moment I met you that I'll spend an entire lifetime missing you. I know you deserved a better goodbye, I'm so sorry. But I promise our paths will cross again, maybe a few years later, and I promise then, I'll bring a better world to you. Satoru, between the moon and stars, I'm glad that I stepped onto the same land and dreamt, played and lived under the same sky as you.

-I WAS REALLY NERVOUS WHEN POSTING THIS HAHAHA BUT THANKS FOR MAKING IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!!! IF YOU ENJOYED THAT PLS LEMME KNOW IDK IF ILL MAKE A PT 2 BUT IF I DO, ILL PUT SHOKO INSIDE AND IF YALL HAVE SUGGESTIONS ILL BE MORE THAN HONOURED TO HEAR!! 💕💕-

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*****some quotes used in this are also not mine credits to google and tiktok haha

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48131983

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Just 2 days ago,

The Once-ler, no, The GREED-LER, was losing Truffula trees and had been losing stocks left to put on sale.

The money is not increasing any further, the employees are resigning, Customers are complaining for more, and the greed-ler is getting anxious.

“No no no… This can’t be happening...”, Pacing back and forth in his office, what the fuck am I gonna do!?

As he tries to find ways to solve this, he thought about finding the lorax for some questioning in how the hell is he going to fix everything!?

He searched for the lorax through the dark foggy mist once was charming and lively now polluted, he found the lorax sitting on a tree stump gathered around with barbaloot bears, humming fish, swans, and swomees.

The lorax felt a tall presence that he knew would come begging for help, “So how’s the business?”, jokingly mocked, the greed-lers cheeks burn tries to stand straight and keep his act dominating as he may seem.

“Well... COUGH not been quite good... BUT with a deal with you⎯“, stopped by the lorax “Alright get with it, you need my help?”, The lorax waiting for an answer from the person whom pride was broken down.

“I desperately need your help okay!?”, “I, the lorax, speaks for the trees⎯”, “OKAY OKAY, quit with the quotes I have a deal because I know you won’t help me without one!”

“Help you how to grow back truffula trees so your ‘business’ booms back? What is it in my part?”, The lorax speeding up his voice to skip forward the so-called business proposal.

“As I know you’re the ‘protector’ of this whole land, your um... the only one I could ask... you know... how to fix this problem...”, The green clads voice fading in to whisper in defeat. “But no worries I got one, SO, YOU will help ME with giving the TREES a fresh START and a piece of land will be mine, the rest is yours AND the animals.”, making his voice loud at every certain word to make sure the little orange dude gets the point.

“And by how am I supposed to help you by giving the precious trees a fresh start?”, The lorax questioned.

“I DON’T KNOW? Your powers?? Didn’t you say you popped out by thunder and a bunch of swirling gray clouds blah blah lightning?”,

“I’m a protector, not a creator.”, The lorax is not sure if was talking to a clueless person or just completely stupid, “If you really want a fresh living of nature then you need truffula seeds, from a full-term Truffula tree which the land you turned into a wasteful rubbish doesn’t seem to be having much anymore.”,The lorax sighed.

The green clad feeling remorse, he opened up his conscious, he’s right., looking at the surroundings he ruined.

“What can I do then!? Do you know anything else how to get it back?”,

“Have you heard of Time traveling?”

…

The Greed-ler dumbfounded, what.

“Well if you don’t want to do it then ⎯”,

“WAIT WAIT, I’LL DO IT.”, “however, just how do you think will it be possible… ARE YOU CRAZY!?”, Greed-ler was now doubting the lorax could no more be a helpful hand to his dilemma.

“Do you want it or not?”,

The greed-ler gritting his teeth. He had no choice but to go whatever the lorax’s plan is.

“Yes...”, he murmured.

..

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”,

-If you wanna read more: here’s the full story! :D https://archiveofourown.org/works/48131983

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her bottom lip is between her teeth in a little smile . . . adorable the only word richard can summon to describe it. her belly creases with the slow rock of her body, whilst she grinds her silk folds along the lower shaft of his cock. movement tantalizing. manicured hand simultaneously stroking what her lower lips do not envelope.

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