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BLACK MY BELOVED MURDER GREMLIN âŁ
on a lighthearted note, Sean and Black and the behated in-law shenanigans. i want Black breaking into White and Sean's apartment to steal all their cereal and irritate the shit out of Sean (Ugh) and Sean to flirt with White in front of Black (the audacity!), because what is the POINT of Black and Sean being in-laws if not for them to irritate the shit out of each other. White absolutely knows what's happening and absolutely turns up the innocent "who, me?" mask as he winds them up, because the kid who resorted to biting Sean during a fight will absolutely be a gleeful gremlin about this.
on a cracky note, more of Todd and Black and their like...homoerotic tom and jerry act. what? i'm a simple person. Sing makes a beautiful villain and Gun makes a wonderful angry rebel. there's so much wrong with their relationship and i'm so invested, i could've watched an entire show of just these two getting bloody and physical about their ideological differences hello đđ
on a serious note though, Not Me as a show really let Black down :( Not Me's intended audience is an age group where people are really first getting involved with politics as well as often challenging their childhood (read: their parents'/guardians') beliefs, and Not Me as a show is both a love letter and wish fulfillment to the sense of injustice and anger at systematic discrimination that often follows that growth. it has a lot of overarching themes of marginalized people uniting as one community, validating the different ways righteous anger can express itself, and an overall message of needing to come together as one voice even when ideals don't align 100% (see Nuch and Gram).
all of which makes it really fucking frustrating that the gang leaves Black behind.
like. i agree with the show's message that Black's anger had tipped into self-destructiveness and that's bad. Black at the beginning of the show was burning himself to pieces trying to spark a revolution, and also pushing everyone who might've helped or cared about him away. White literally had to half-drown them both to knock Black out of his tunnel vision of rage -- i like the message of don't use injustice as self-harm and that trying to be a martyr isn't the answer.
but the gang isn't separated from Black because of any of that. sure, Black put distance between himself and them, but in action the gang actually dropped Black because the depth of his rage was like...inconvenient. they dropped him just because they didn't like him. Sean, Yok, and Gram don't follow up when Black has an abrupt personality change, they just like that he's suddenly a lot more personable (tbf to Gram, he did the first few episodes, then got a personality transplant so he'd drop it for plot convenience). thinking the standoff guy you barely know has been replaced by his twin you never knew is a bananas theory and there's no reason for them to ever suspect that, but then they still don't really care about Black or his well-being when he does come back. Gumpa as a character plummeted for me when he said he realized White wasn't Black right away and not only didn't follow up on Black, he went "oh yes, i like this one better, who needs Black." they didn't even look for him after Black rescued them in the hospital! the only people who ever give a shit about Black in the entire show is White and mfucking Todd, the guy who literally nearly kills him at the start, which is completely counter to the show's like. entire point. canon!
anyways, this is my long winded way of saying justice for Black. i don't want him to become a self-destructive rage monster again, but i like his righteous anger and post-canon i want Black to find a group of people who care about him and love him for being himself. i'm not against him eventually making his way back to the ROL group, but honestly i'd rather Black get a new group entirely because of *waves at previous paragraph* all of that. i did enjoy Not Me overall, but it completely dropped the ball on Black and i'd just like him to find a place that fully accepts him and all his rage and jagged edges beyond Only White.
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#not me#sorry this got a little long lol#me: i dont have many thoughts about not me#someone: *drops black in front of me*#me: I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS GREMLIN#thank u for this i love thinking about black <3#teatime with cookie
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youâve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was âoh man. yeahâ and then my second thought was âhow can i make this about my hockey guys somehowâŚâŚâŚ..âanyway! have a good one!Â
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#donât think iâve read this kim addonizio poem and it just blindsided me like a truck thank you so much#i. oh god. like yeah.#pour me shitfaced into your car i feel like you own a comforter extremely dysfunctional only in surface details like which person was the#black hole and the distant spark in space that mightâve been a star thereâs something too with unrelenting mist / many-headed mist / missed#who knew mis(t)/sed had undone so many. while you keep an eye on the burner hereâs hoping this flame doesnât go out#the flame as in the spark as in donât let me have pinned my hopes on you to watch it burn out again but also me. like please let me not go#and i think thereâs something there too with the repetitive âi have just met youâ and i already love you that reminds me both of a story#colman domingo told abt meeting his partner i cry everytime i hear it right when he says âi think i love u &youâre about to change my lifeâ#and i KNOW thereâs another poem. and i feel like it maybe has a dog and it talks about how they donât even know you but they love you#OH ITâS ALSO. OH MY GOD THATâS IT. i mean not exactly so maybe i have read this before & itâs what has been haunting me for so long but#the opening line to tim seibles naĂŻve is âi love you but i donât know youâ - mennonite woman#the odds of that dog poem being a carl phillips poem is non-zero btw. his poems about dogs make me see shrimp colors (bertuzzi thesis)#ANYWAY. agreed. this is incredibly hockey and incredibly hurtful because they DO bond like this in 0.0001 seconds because if you canât#youâre fucked. you have to just find somebody and fall in love with them and itâs the salmon and the triple cream brie like they got taken#out to some fancy meet the donors team night in their suits and one of them is dealing with a heartbreak and a trade and are the things#they think true or are they just missing what the used to have. jamie who used to empty and refill the ice tray YES sorry i have been a#little bit thinking that about the trevor dealing so poorly with the breakup and i wish i had another narrative (which i do) but it fits#trade deadline tragedy#and also the formation of a codependent rookies like. two guys that get drafted and brought up together and suddenly theyâre doing#everything together and itâs your first time in the big show and none of your old college friends understand because theyâre not there#and you canât get it. like you think you know but they canât understand and the loneliness and it IS guys taking care of each other#(alexa play harriet by hey rosetta! but specifically the bridge) and itâs just. i just!!! trying to fill up the missing pieces of your life#like i cannot convey WHOMST i am trying to pin this narrative to this is going to rotate for a long while i think#because itâs not a wild i fell in love with you at first sight itâs a you were kind to me when i was broken. and i love you for that.#like who is FALLING APART &happens to fall into someone elseâs arms. purely for the partygirl aspect the devil (old hrpf) says â13 bennguin#who among us hasnât fallen mildly briefly brilliantly in love with a stranger and imagined a future where you get everything you want#sometimes we love people for who they are and sometimes we love them for what weâre not and sometimes for who we think theyâll be#this was a very long way to say thank you for sharing <3 i will also be making this about my hockey guys <3#OH MY GOD ITâS DPAIRS. WHOâS BEEN THROUGH SEVERAL DPAIRS#nonny <3
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J/JK SEASON 2 S/HIBUYA TRAILERRRRR DAHUSJOIKJLAKSFJGNLNGADKLDJGSLGMN (spoilers in tags)
#hello god nice to meet you didnt think it would be this soon but here we are#at the pearly gates getting tossed down to the pit bc aint no way this reaction getting me into heaven#LIKE OH MY GOD dissecting this shit hold up if u dont want spoilers look away now <3#g/eto saying s/hibuya has me ready to faint immediately#M/AHITO AHFIJSPAOJKG AGGHHHH#also hold on the music can we talk about the music???? BOPPING SO HARD???? please is this the theme ill lose it if this is the theme#k/enjaku g/eto motherfucker just looking so damn good like UGH#SO EXCITED FOR K/OKICHI AHHGGHUASOIJGN#T/OGE T/OGE T/OGE MY BOY MY GUY UGH ACK i cant take this#m/egumi looking so good and angry and and and and i know too much#GOD I CANT TAKE THIS im gonna actually lose it im going feral over here#crawling on the walls like a goddamn spider monkey or some shit#im gonna eat an entire couch just to feel something other than this#C/HOOOOSOOOOOO OH MY GOD THEY LISTENED#THEY LISTENED AND NOW HE HE HE HE LOOKS GENDER HE LOOKS GOOD THANK GOD THEYLL MAKE HIM GOOD I LOVE THEM#okay hello one second clip of g/ojo that has me so out of breath i just blacked out a little#BLOODONHISFACE AND WE CAN SEE HIS BREATH#god the glow from his eyes and his hair and and and and and#im not <3 going to handle <3 this well <3#M/IWAAAAAAAA#OH OH OH ANOTHER G/OJO FRAME#somEboDY sEDATe ME#M/EGUMI AGAIN HELLO LIL GUY#n/obara slaying as normal#ACK THE TRIO ABOUT TO SLAY SOMEONE (literally) AFJSOIG GUYS NO I CANT DO THIS#omg that s/ukuna at the end..... damn fuck#im mental <3 im so mental <3 this arc is gonna end me#hidden inv already destroyed me utterly this- im not gonna survive this#notsnz#waterfallrambles
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cassierose for the ship ask game !!
Ship It
What made you ship it? i liked them in tt03, which you know, is truly a feat considering how terribly that comic treats both of them. but their dynamic (angry homoeroticism) managed to be compelling still
What are your favorite things about the ship? i enjoy girl antagonism from time to time. i know were all sick of the trope that teen girls all hate each others guts but considering cassie has a pretty good relationship with all the other girls on her team(s) its fun to see her just go ugh i hate this one. this one can go. theyre just fun and bitchy and i think they should hatefuck about it. but beside that theres also so much potential there ! i think you know, if anyone writing that comic actually cared about cassie or rose or about their character development, it would have been interesting to see their relationship change over time instead of getting one issue where cassie implicitly calls rose family while protecting her, and then the next one she immediately she calls her a manipulative psychopath for no good reason bc they cant figure out how to make the team interesting without having some wildly antagonistic relationship that doesnt make sense if u think about it for a few seconds. theyre never going to be besties but it would have been nice to see them go from blind hate to an uneasy truce; they dont like each other but they do, unfortunately, care about each other, and lets see where we go from that. + itd be interesting to dig into cassies hypocrisy when it comes to hating rose
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? i guess its that i would like them to grow past mindlessly despising each other ? this is not me criticizing anyone but i feel like a lot of takes on cassierose ive seen are that they should stay in the hatefucking no mushy businessâââphase which is definitely fair and true to how they are in tt03. but i do have some issues with the way they were written in tt03 (particularly cassie) and would like to see their dynamic progress from that (see rant above)
#i guess the reason im personally more interested in them sort of working through it is bc cassie doesnt have. a good reason for hating rose#i dont think its ooc but a lot of it Is supposed to be bc shes either jealous of her bc of tim (??)or thinks rose sucks bc she killed peopl#which is. she was drugged and manipulated and i think most teen titans in the superhero business should be able to handle#that sort of a not black and white situation#and idk. be more understanding. i know rose isnt super nice but maybe calling her a manipulative bitch constantly isnt the way to go#theres fun antagonism and theres cassie being just needlessly awful to her (that convo she and tim have about rose)#and i do think theyll always be bitchy to each other but i would like to imagine cassie is more considerate than this#and would eventually recognize she was occasionally just being shitty ! it would make for an interesting story ! alas#i think cassierose going from hating each others guts as teens to adult coworkers who dont really hate each other anymore#bc theyve been through so much shit together#but need to keep up the appearances of hating each other bc god forbid they admit to being kind of friends. that would be fun. to me<3#ask#thank you. so sorry this got so long#youve given me an excuse to rant about cassierose so this is what u get<3#sorry that the question was what i like about the ship and i just bitched about how it could be better#i guess the answer is im intrigued by the potential. also i love lesbians
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IF I WAS A BAD BITCH, I'D WANNA Fâ
CK ME TOO! Â áá Â Â gojo satoru x female reader x (female?!) gojo satoruÂ
18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. established relationship. threesome featuring m & f gojo. dom! gojo(s), sub reader. bisexual reader. slight cnc/dubcon. marathon sex. fingering. voyeurism + cucking. spanking. humping. finger-sucking. the big three: praise, humiliation and degradation. jealousy-fueled and dare i say competitive sex. oral (f. giving & receiving, m. giving and receiving). p in v, creampies. hair-pulling. clit slapping. overstimulation, mind break. doggy (backshots woohoo!), chain link, tower bridge. lots of aftercare and a happy + crack ending (thank you flix)
happy (early) birthday to the honoured dick one. the strongest in bed. i know his birthday is in december but i needed u all to read this right now. so enjoy nine thousand three hundered words of filth, from me to you, with all the love possible <3. i wrote female gojo with @/owwllly's version in mind, so please show them your love xx this has been my fav threesome fic to write!! dedicated to my pookie daph aka @curtins - there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !! there will be a part two !!
â general masterlist â read on ao3 â series masterlist
"so you're telling me... this happened because you couldnât mind your business?" you deadpan, arms crossed as you stare at two very identical gojo satoruâs in your living room. one of them is busy fiddling with infinity while the other is lounging on your couch like she owns the place â wolfcut, tight black turtleneck, and a smirk that could rival the original's arrogance.
âtechnically, i was minding my business,â the og gojo protests, leaning back against the wall with his usual, unbothered grin. âbaby, âs not my fault the curse decided to spice things up and give you, like, a bogo deal on me. you're welcome, by the way."
"bogo?" you repeat, staring at him blankly. "buy one, get one? 'toru, this isnât a trip to the mall â this is a problem."
âproblem?!â the female gojo pipes up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. âbabe, this is a blessing. look at me â donât i just scream perfection?â she runs her hands dramatically down her torso, pausing to cup her very impressive pair of tits. âand these? way better than whatever heâs working with.â
âhey!â the og gojo snaps, looking genuinely offended for once. âmy pecs are great! theyâre sculpted by gods!â
âoh please.â she waves him off, smirking. âyou can bench press all ya want, but nothin' competes with these.â
you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache brewing. âgreat. now thereâs two of you and youâre already competing with each other. this is exactly what my therapist warned me about.â
"your therapist doesnât even know her," og gojo interjects, before muttering, "probably thinks i'm better."
âknows me?â the female gojo raises a brow, mimicking his exact tone. âhoney, i am you â just hotter and with better hair.â
âoh, please, my hair is iconic ââ
âonly âcuz i have it now ââ
âokay, shut up, both of you,â you groan, cutting through their bickering. âare we just ignoring the fact that this situation is insane? one of you is going to have to fix this. preferably him,â you gesture to your boyfriend, âbecause iâm sure as hell not trusting the version of you who discovered boobs for the first time an hour ago.â
"thatâs fair,â female gojo shrugs. âi got distracted for a good ten minutes.â
âten?â og gojo snorts. âplease, i bet youâre still distracted.â
âbetter than looking like an overgrown snow cone ââ
âthatâs it!â you snap, cutting them off again. âyouâre both sleeping on the floor until this gets fixed!â
they stare at you, identical smirks creeping onto their faces. the synchronization is downright creepy.
âwhat?â you snap.
âyou mean we canât sleep next to you?â female gojo teases, batting her eyelashes dramatically. âoh, baabbyy, donât be like that. weâll make it work. one on each side, warm and cozyâŚâ
âdream on!â you yell, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at both of them.
despite your protests, you eventually settle into bed, burying yourself under the covers in hopes that sleep will somehow make this bizarre situation feel a little less insane in the morning. your boyfriend is sulking on the couch â heâs got that kicked puppy look down to a science, complete with dramatic sighs and pointed glances your way every time he fluffs the pillow. you ignore him. you deserve this break.
or at least, you thought you did.
the bed dips behind you, and you freeze, already knowing who it is before she even opens her mouth.
âhey,â female gojo whispers conspiratorially, her voice a softer, almost sultry version of your boyfriendâs usual annoying tone. âgirlâs night, right? letâs talk about feelings and, like⌠skincare or whatever. isnât that what girls do?â
âgo back to the couch,â you mutter, trying not to sound as mortified as you feel.
âoh, come onnn,â she presses, shifting closer. âiâm technically you now. you, me, and him â weâre a team. solidarity and alla that.â
âteam or not, youâre still satoru,â you grumble, rolling over to glare at her. âand youâre supposed to be fixing this, not playing barbie dreamhouse with my sanity.â
she gasps, clutching her chest as though youâd just gravely insulted her. âbarbie dreamhouse? wow, honey, thatâs just rude.â
you sigh, already exhausted, and roll back over, resolutely closing your eyes. âgoodnight.â
except she doesnât leave.
instead, she shuffles even closer, slipping under the covers like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âwhat the hell are you doing?â you ask, voice muffled by your pillow.
âitâs called cuddling. girlhood, babe. embrace it.â
you groan, but itâs drowned out by the warmth of her pressing against your back, her arm draping over your waist like sheâs done this a hundred times before. the touch is familiar â too familiar â but also distinctly⌠different. softer, almost delicate, but with that same satoru confidence youâve grown used to.
youâre about to relax when â oh.
oh no.
thatâs definitely her tits pressing against you.
âseriously?â you mutter, feeling your face heat up as you shift uncomfortably.
âwhat?â she hums innocently, though you can practically hear the smirk in her tone. âtheyâre natural, by the way. in case you were wondering.â
you roll your eyes so hard they might fall out of your head. âget off me.â
ânah. youâre comfy.â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
âyou love it,â she whispers, cuddling closer, her breath warm against the back of your neck.
meanwhile, from the couch, your boyfriend groans dramatically. âwooww, guess iâm not needed anymore! donât mind me, just a lonely man being replaced by his better half!â
you groan louder this time, burying your face in the pillow. âi hate both of you.â
âyouâll get over it,â female gojo chirps.
youâre not so sure.
you drift into a restless sleep, but itâs not long before something â someone â pulls you back into a groggy haze. at first, you think itâs just the weight of her arm slung over your waist, the kind of innocent touch youâve grown used to from satoru, only now softer, smaller.Â
but then you feel it: nimble fingers ghosting the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your skin with maddening lightness.
your eyes snap open, and before you can twist around, you hear her chuckle â a low, almost predatory sound.
"eaasy, babe," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she burrows closer, her chest flush against your back. "donât wanna wake him, do you?"
your heart skips a beat, half from the sensation of her lips brushing the shell of your ear, half from the realization that your boyfriend is right down the hallway.
âwhat the hell are you doing?â you hiss, your voice barely audible, but it only makes her grin wider. you canât see it, but you can feel it in the way her teeth graze your neck, her nose nuzzling against your skin.
âjust havinâ a little fun,â she murmurs, her fingers dipping slightly lower, teasing. "youâre sooo uptight. âs cute."
âstop,â you whisper, though your voice lacks the conviction you wish it had. youâre painfully aware of every point of contact â her fingers, her chest pressed against you, the way her legs tangle with yours like sheâs been doing this forever.
âoh, come on,â she purrs, lips trailing a featherlight path up your neck. âyou can pretend to hate this allll ya want, but sheâs kinda telling a different story, babe.â
your breath catches as her fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, and you bite your lip to stifle a sound thatâs somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
âshhhhh,â she teases, her voice dripping with amusement. âdonât wanna wake him. imagine the tantrum heâd throw.â
â'toru,â you snap in a whisper, barely managing to keep your voice steady, âyouâre impossible.â
âshe is impossible,â she corrects smugly, emphasizing the distinction. âand you love it.â
you squirm, trying to shift away, but it only earns you a low chuckle and a firmer hold around your waist.
ârelax,â she coos, her fingers retreating just enough to drive you insane. ââm just here to keep ya company. whether that means getting a rise out of you or, yâknow... edginâ this pretty lilâ pussy for the rest of the night? your call.â
you swallow hard, caught between indignation and the way her touch sets your nerves on fire.
âmake your choice, babe,â she whispers, her voice playful but laced with a dangerous edge.
âjust try not to moan too loud. wouldnât wanna give him ideas.â
you close your eyes, torn between cursing her and praying she doesnât stop.
this night just got so much longer.
your brain is waging the ultimate war, a full-on battlefield of ethics versus⌠whatever this situation even is.
is it cheating if itâs your boyfriendâs hot female counterpart? technically, itâs still satoru, right? like, some weird multiverse loophole you could maybe rationalize later when guilt comes knocking.Â
but right now, the only thing knocking is your resolve, which is hanging by a thread as those nimble fingers dance along your clothed slit, teasing just enough to drive you to madness.
you bite down on your lip, a mix of frustration and need building as she leans in closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "youâre thinkinâ so loud, honey. wanna share with the class?â
âshut up,â you hiss, squirming as her fingers dip a little lower, just brushing the edge of your clothed clit.
she laughs softly, the sound rich and teasing, as if sheâs enjoying how much youâre struggling. âohhh, ya gonna give in, arenât cha?â she murmurs, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. âya so cute when youâre pretending to resist.â
your breathing hitches as she presses her palm against your clothed cunt, her fingers tracing delicate, torturous circles. itâs enough to make you curse the heavens for whatever cursed logic landed you here but also enough to make you moan softly despite yourself.
âfuck it,â you mutter under your breath, the words more to yourself than to her, and you stop fighting, letting her fingers dip inside your panties.
her grin is unmistakable â so much like satoruâs but with an edge of mischief thatâs uniquely her own. âthere she is,â she whispers, and her fingers find your clit, circling it with the kind of precision that makes your whole body tense.
âjesus christ,â you gasp, your hand shooting out to grip the sheets as she keeps her pace slow, deliberate, almost cruel in its teasing.
ânah,â she chuckles, her lips brushing against your neck, âjust satoru. but you can scream my name later if ya want.â
you stifle a groan, your mind racing between indignation and the hot, electric sensation pooling low in your stomach.
âcareful,â she teases, voice low and smug. âwouldnât wanna wake him, would you? unlessâŚâ she pauses, fingers pressing a little harder, â...you want him to watch.â
you choke on a mix of a gasp and a protest, twisting slightly to glare at her, but the sharp look youâre going for is lost in the haze of heat clouding your brain.
âyouâre the worst,â you manage to whisper, though it lacks any real bite.
âand yet, here you are,â she hums, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. âenjoying every second of it.â
sheâs not wrong, and that realization alone might kill you.
you never thought youâd find yourself in a situation like this â not that you were opposed to the idea. women were great, truly a gift to the world.
but how many people could say they were being finger fucked by their boyfriendâs female counterpart? it was such a specific, cursedly unique predicament that you almost wanted to laugh.
almost.
if you werenât too busy biting back a moan as her fingers worked you with an infuriating rhythm.
the obscene sounds were soft, but in the quiet of the room, they echoed like a symphony of sins youâd be reckoning with later. and when her other hand pressed against your lips, fingers tapping lightly, you didnât even hesitate.
you took them into your mouth, sucking with enough fervor to have her humming appreciatively behind you.
âoh, youâre full of surprises,â she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. her nails â surprisingly manicured and oddly elegant â scraped against your tongue, and you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. ânever took ya for someone with an oral fixation. should i be jealous of him?â
you glared up at her weakly, but it only made her grin grow wider.
âno need to get all pouty, baby,â she teased, pulling her hand away with a wet pop! before dragging her nails down the side of your face in mock affection. âyouâre already givin' me plenty of attention.â
âyouâre so full of yourself,â you muttered, your voice muffled by a moan as her fingers curled inside you just right, hitting a spot that made your legs tremble.
âand yet, here you are,â she countered smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. âsuckin' my fingers like youâre starved for it. but donât worry pretty, iâve got plenty to give.â
âoh my god,â you groaned, torn between mortification and the unbearable heat flooding your veins.
âclose enough,â she chuckled, her lips brushing against your ear as her fingers continued their relentless, torturous pace. âbut you can scream that louder later. just remember to keep it down for him, yeah? wouldnât wanna give him a heart attack.â
as if on cue, you heard your boyfriend shift on the couch down the hallway, groaning in his sleep.
her grin pressed against your skin, smug as ever. âlooks like weâre on a time limit. better make it count, babe.â
itâs almost like she wants to be caught.
you can feel it in the deliberate pace of her fingers, the smug curl of her lips pressed against your ear, and the way her voice dips just low enough to make you think sheâs daring him to walk in.
whatâs he gonna do, anyway? accuse you of cheating? on him?
with him?
the thoughtâs absurd, hilarious even, if not for the way your brain is too scrambled to dwell on it.
âyouâre so tense,â she purrs, her tone that perfect mix of teasing and filth, her fingers quickening their pace with a precision thatâs downright sinful. ârelax, ma. youâre doing so well fâme.â
âsh-shut up,â you hiss, though it lacks conviction, your voice shaky and edged with desperation. the familiar, blinding heat in your stomach coils tighter, threatening to snap as her movements grow more deliberate.
but she doesnât shut up â of course, she doesnât.
âawww, donât get shy on me now,â she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as her lips ghost along your jawline. her words spill out like poison dipped in honey, filthy and deliberate.
âyouâre sooo close, arenât ya? can feel it, babe. youâre twitching around my fingers. think youâll cum before he wakes up?â
you choke on a whimper, your head spinning as her words sink deep into your hazy mind. the wet, obscene shlick, shlick sounds of her fingers working you only makes it worse, the sound bouncing off the walls and mocking any remaining shred of dignity you have left.
âdonât fight it,â she coos, nipping lightly at your earlobe. âyou wanna cum sooo bad. just do it, babe. be a good girl for me.â
the knot in your stomach pulls impossibly tight, her voice the final push as she angles her fingers just right, and youâre gone.
you tremble, your hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline as your release crashes through you in waves so intense that youâre outright whimpering. the sound spills out before you can bite it back, and she takes full advantage, her fingers slowing just enough to draw it out, prolonging your undoing.
âthaaatâs it,â she hums, satisfaction dripping from her voice. âgood girl.â
you gasp for air, your body slack against hers as she finally pulls her hand away, leaving you boneless and dazed.
âsee?â she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, her tone still annoyingly smug. âtold ya'd like it.â
before you can snap back, you hear a groan from the hallway â your boyfriend stirring on the couch.
âoops,â she whispers, her voice featherlight but laced with mischief as she leans closer to your ear. âthink he heard that?â
âË⥠â
gojo was not having it.
being sentenced to the couch while he â or she â got to hog your warmth? outrageous.
what kind of half-assed excuse was "girlâs night" anyway? he was the epitome of versatility! gender fluidity incarnate! hell, heâd rock a pair of heels better than most and still kick ass.
he rolled onto his back with a huff, staring at the ceiling and debating his next move.
screw it. he wasnât about to let himself â herself â win. this was his girlfriend, damn it.
with a frustrated groan, he dragged himself off the couch, trudging down the hallway. barefoot and irritated, he rehearsed what heâd say as he barged in, fully intent on dragging her ass out and reclaiming his rightful spot in your bed.
but the second he opened the door, all those thoughts evaporated.
his jaw dropped, his cerulean eyes widening behind the curtain of his disheveled hair.
there you were, his sweet, pliant girlfriend, lying there with your head tilted back, cheeks flushed, and lips wrapped around fem gojoâs fingers.
and the smell â fuck, the smell of you hung thick in the air, so sweet and heady it made his knees damn near buckle. it hit him like a freight train, and with it came a mix of emotions he couldnât even begin to untangle: shock, irritation, a twinge of jealousy, and, much to his own annoyance, arousal.
âare you serious right now?â his voice rang out, low and sharp, cutting through the quiet of the room.
you froze, your eyes snapping open as you turned to look at him. fem gojo, on the other hand, smirked, her fingers lazily slipping out of your mouth with an exaggerated pop!
âoh, hey,â she drawled, utterly unbothered by his presence. âtook ya long enough.â
âwhat the hell is this?â he gestured vaguely at the two of you, his gaze bouncing between your guilty expression and her smug one.
âgirlâs night,â she said matter-of-factly, her tone so casual it made his eye twitch.
âgirlâs night?â he repeated, his voice climbing an octave. âgirlâs night doesnât include ââ he waved his hands, â âwhatever this is!â
âreelaxx, dude,â she cooed, sitting up slightly but still keeping one possessive hand on your thigh. âyouâre overreacting.â
âoverreacting?!â
you flinched at his tone, but she didnât budge, only grinning wider.
âjealous, are we?â she teased, leaning back into the pillows like she owned the place. âdonât worry, thereâs plenty of her to go around.â
his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. âyou think this is funny?â
âa little,â she admitted, cocking her head. âbut itâs fun when youâre mad.â
he stormed over to the bed, yanking the covers off with dramatic flair.
âget out,â he demanded, pointing toward the door.
âmake me,â she challenged, her grin growing downright wicked.
oh, that was it.
âfine,â he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. âyou wanna play games? letâs play.â
in one swift motion, he was crawling onto the bed, caging both of you in with his presence. his gaze flicked to you, burning and possessive, before turning back to her.
âyou started this,â he growled, âso you better keep up.â
she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âoh, iâll keep up.â
you swallowed hard, caught between their clashing egos and the growing heat simmering between the three of you.
this was about to get very interesting.
his hand clamps around your neck before you can even register whatâs happening, yanking you into his lap like you weigh nothing. the surprised squeal that escapes your lips is muffled instantly as his mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss so sloppy, so overwhelming, it leaves you gasping. his tongue dominates yours, hot and unrelenting, and you barely have time to catch your breath before he pulls away, his next words like a slap to your dignity.
âyouâre such a fuckin' mess,â he growls, his free hand coming down sharply on your ass with a loud smack!, the sting sends a jolt through you, and your body involuntarily arches against him. âlettin' her get her hands allll over you like a desperate little slut.â
you whimper, the sound earning a low, derisive laugh from him as he lands another smack!, his hand squeezing the soft flesh just to watch it jiggle.
âyou like that, huh?â he sneers, his grip tightening around your neck just enough to make your head spin. âbet youâre fuckin' soaked, arenât cha? letting anyone whoâll touch you have a go. pathetic.â
ânot anyone,â fem gojo pipes up from her spot on the bed, her voice laced with amusement. âjust me. well, technically you. so youâve only got yourself to blame, babe.â
he shoots her a glare, his lips curling into a snarl, but she doesnât seem fazed in the slightest. in fact, she looks downright entertained, one hand lazily palming her tits through her shirt, her grin smug as she watches the scene unfold.
âdonât mind me,â she says, her tone light and teasing. ââm just enjoyin' the view. gotta say, though, youâve got good taste.â
you shudder at the low hum in her voice, your face burning as her gaze flicks to where your body presses against his, her smirk deepening.
âshut up,â he snaps, his hand sliding down to your hip to yank you harder against him. âthis is my show now.â
âoh, by all means,â she chuckles, leaning back on her elbows as her fingers toy her nipples. âdonât let me stop you. though, technically, this is still me giving her what she wants.â
he growls, his grip on you tightening as he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes narrowing. âyouâre mine,â he hisses, the words like a brand against your skin. âdoesnât matter what fucking form iâm in. you get that?â
you nod weakly, your body trembling as his other hand lands another sharp smack! to your ass, drawing a coo of delight from his female counterpart.
âgood,â he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours before claiming them again, rough and punishing.
ânow, letâs see if you can prove it.â
âoh, this is getting good,â fem gojo says with a delighted laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she settles in to watch the show â completely unbothered and clearly relishing every second of it.
âË⥠â
youâre losing it. outright losing it.
it was bad enough when gojo insisted on doing you in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch as he destroyed every last shred of your dignity.
but this? this was next level.
having someone else watch â and not just anyone, but the female version of him, sitting there with that same smug smirk plastered across her face as she enjoyed the show â this wasnât on your bingo card for the year.
and yet, you couldnât lie to yourself. the heat pooling between your legs was unmistakable, your slick soaking through the fabric of your panties and seeping onto his clothed crotch. the mess you were making was evident, each grind against him creating an obscene wet sound that seemed to echo in the room.
âoh, babe,â fem gojo moaned, her head tilting back as her hands finally slid under her shirt, teasing the plush swell of her chest. âare ya sure youâre not doin' this f'me? âcause this is better than any mirror show.â
âshut it,â male gojo snapped, his lips pulling away from yours, a string of spit connecting you as he shot her a glare. âyouâre lucky i havenât kicked your ass out yet.â
âplease,â she purred, rolling her nipples between her fingers with a soft moan, her smirk growing wider. âyouâre not kicking me out of anything. besides ââ her gaze flicked to you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, â â she doesnât seem to mind me being here. do you, pretty?â
you whimpered, the humiliation and arousal swirling together in a heady cocktail that made it impossible to think straight.
âanswer her,â male gojo growled, his hand sliding down to grab your ass, forcing you to grind harder against him. âor are you too dumb to use your words?â
âi â i ââ your voice broke into a soft moan, your hands clutching his shoulders for support as you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet her eyes.
âlook at you,â she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. âsuch a good girl, falling apart like that. and here i thought you were the composed one.â
âdonât get used to it,â male gojo bit out, yanking you back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and commanding. âyouâre mine, got it? doesnât matter if itâs her or me watching. youâre still only ever gonna fall apart for me.â
âyouâre so possessive,â fem gojo teased, her voice laced with mockery as her hands continued their lazy exploration under her shirt. â's cute, honestly. but you canât deny itâs a little hot watching her fall apart like that.â
âyou really donât know when to shut up, do you?â he snapped, but the irritation in his voice was edged with something else, something darker, like her words were getting to him too.
âoh, i know when,â she said with a sultry grin, her fingers tweaking her nipples with a sharp intake of breath. âbut whereâs the fun in that?â
you gasped as his hips jerked up against you, the friction sending another wave of heat through your already overstimulated body.
âdonât get any ideas,â he growled, his attention snapping back to you, his grip tightening on your hips. âyouâre not done until i say you are.â
âgod,â fem gojo moaned softly, her hands sliding down her cunt as she watched you both. âif this is how you treat her in front of me, i canât imagine what youâre like when youâve got her all to yourself.â
her words only seemed to spur him on, his lips crashing into yours again, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper against your mouth.
âdonât worry,â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. âweâll make sure she knows exactly what it feels like to belong to both of us.â
the promise in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and the look in fem gojoâs eyes made it clear she had no intention of being a passive observer for long.
clothes hit the floor â or in your case, were outright shredded by your boyfriendâs impatient hands. the sound of ripping fabric and your startled gasp barely registered over the muffled curses coming from fem gojo, who was too distracted fumbling with her own shirt, her needy arousal making her hands clumsy.
âdamn it,â she muttered under her breath, finally managing to toss her shirt aside. âyouâd think iâd be good at undressing myself by now.â
âcouldâve fooled me,â male gojo quipped with a sharp grin, not even glancing her way as he manhandled you into position. âi couldâve stripped you in two seconds flat.â
âyeah, yeah,â she shot back, rolling her eyes as her shorts hit the floor. âmaybe i wanted to take my time.â
he didnât reply. instead, his hands clamped down on your waist, and before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself being flung off his lap. you landed on your stomach, a surprised cry escaping your lips as your face ended up inches away from fem gojoâs already glistening cunt.
the sweet, heady scent of her arousal flooded your senses, making your head spin.
âoh?â she cooed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs a little wider, her lips curving into a wicked smile. âis this your way of apologizing? putting her in prime position f'me?â
âshut up,â male gojo snapped, his voice sharp as his hands gripped your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air. âsheâs here to learn who she belongs to.â
âsure,â fem gojo said, clearly unconvinced as her fingers trailed teasingly along the inside of her thighs. âand if she just so happens to learn how to make me feel good in the process, well, thatâs just a bonus, hm?â
you whimpered, your mind spinning as you tried to ground yourself, but the sharp snap of your boyfriendâs hips against you derailed every coherent thought.
âwhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â he hissed, his pace unrelenting as he pounded into you from behind. âya so quiet now. whereâs all that pretty whinin' you were doing earlier?â
âh-her mouthâs busy,â fem gojo chimed in with a laugh, her hand sliding into your hair to guide your face closer to her. âor at least, it should be. come on, ma. show me what ya got.â
you hesitated, your face burning with a mix of humiliation and arousal, but a sharp smack! on your ass from male gojo left you gasping.
âdonât keep her waiting,â he growled, jealousy dripping from every word as his nails dug into your skin. âyou were so eager to let her touch you before. letâs see how you like being used.â
âgod,â fem gojo moaned softly as your tongue tentatively flicked over her slick folds, the taste of her flooding your senses. âsheâs so good, isnât she?â
he scoffed, his thrusts growing harsher, each one making your body jolt forward against her. âsheâs good because i made her that way,â he bit out, his voice low and possessive. âdonât forget who she comes back to every night.â
âweâll see about that,â she teased, her fingers tightening in your hair as her hips rolled against your mouth. âif she keeps this up, she might be spending a few more nights with me instead.â
âover my dead body,â he snarled, his hand reaching around to toy with your clit, the rough circles of his fingers sending shockwaves through your body.
you whimpered against her, the vibrations drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.
âoh, fuck,â she moaned, her head tilting back as her free hand slid up to tweak her nipple. âyouâre gonna make me cum, babe. keep goin' âdonât stop.â
male gojoâs hand tightened on your hip, his rhythm faltering slightly as he let out a low, guttural growl.
âsheâs not coming for you,â he spat, leaning down until his chest was flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear. âsheâs coming because of me.â
âwhatever you need to tell yourself,â fem gojo panted, her voice laced with amusement and ecstasy as her hips bucked against your face. âbut we both know who sheâs really falling apart for right now.â
your thoughts were spiraling. absolutely spiraling.
how the hell were you supposed to explain this?
my boyfriendâs giving me the most insane backshots of my life while iâm eating out the female version of him.
except⌠she wasnât just âhimâ anymore. she was her, right? so does that make her your girlfriend? was it cheating? was it some weird alternate-universe poly thing?
âugh, no time to think,â you muttered under your breath, your words muffled as you dragged your tongue along fem gojoâs slit.
âwhatâs that, sweetheart?â fem gojo purred, her hand tightening in your hair as her thighs quivered under your grip. âdonât stop on my account. youâre doing so good.â
âoh, donât stroke her ego,â male gojo snapped, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that had your entire body jolting forward, your face pressing impossibly closer to fem gojoâs dripping cunt. âsheâs not that good yet.â
âjealous much?â fem gojo teased, her voice lilting and smug as she rolled her hips against your mouth. âsheâs got me riiight on the edge, babe. maybe you should let her focus instead of barking orders like youâre the only one who matters here.â
âfocus?â he sneered, leaning down until his chest was pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. âsheâs too busy falling apart to focus. look at her â her hands are shaking.â
you whimpered at his words, your hands trembling as you tried your best to keep fem gojoâs thighs spread wide.
âawwww, baby,â she cooed, her fingers stroking your hair gently, a stark contrast to the vulgar praise spilling from her lips. âdonât listen to him. youâre doing amazing. so eager, so pliant â just like i knew youâd be.â
âpliant, huh?â male gojo growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. âis that what you think this is? you think sheâs here for you?â
âsheâs here for both of us,â fem gojo shot back, her smirk widening as she tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at her. âright, babe? tell him how much you like making me feel good.â
you tried to answer, but the words were swallowed up by a moan as male gojoâs hand snaked around to rub tight, merciless circles against your clit.
âshe doesnât have to say anything,â he said, his voice low and dark, laced with jealousy. âher bodyâs doing allll the talkin'. look at the mess sheâs making.â
âmaybe thatâs because youâre being so rough,â fem gojo said, rolling her eyes even as her thighs trembled against your face.
âor maybe ââ her voice dropped, dripping with faux sweetness as her smirk turned wicked, â â itâs 'cause she likes me better.â
that set him off.
with a low, guttural growl, he pulled you back sharply, forcing you to arch against him as he slammed into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
âsay it,â he demanded, his voice rough as his fingers dug into your hips. âtell her who you belong to.â
âoh, donât make her choose,â fem gojo said, her tone mockingly sweet. âsheâs doin' so well for both of us. arenât cha, babe?â
you whimpered, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response, and she laughed, low and sultry, her fingers sliding along your jaw to tilt your slick-covered face up.
âpoor thing,â she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. âdonât worry. you donât have to pick. weâll just take turns.â
male gojoâs hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his blazing gaze.
âno,â he growled, his jealousy boiling over as his hips snapped against yours. âsheâs mine.â
âours,â fem gojo corrected, her voice smug as she ran her tongue along your flushed cheek, laughing when he snarled in response.
âdream on,â he spat, his possessiveness evident in every word, every movement, every sharp thrust.
and you? you were somewhere in the middle of it all, lost in the overwhelming heat of them, the push and pull of their jealousy, their praise, their relentless need to claim you.
âË⥠â
the room at two in the morning was a symphony of chaos and filth, the soundtrack of your life choices. gojoâs low muttering against his breath, some mix of cocky praise and jealous snarling, occasionally punctuated with a sharp smack! to your ass. your muffled whimpers and gasps as your face stayed buried between fem gojoâs legs, and her breathy, high-pitched praises as she tugged on your hair like she owned you.
âthaaatâs it, babe,â fem gojo cooed, her fingers tightening in your hair. âs'good f'me, arenât cha? suuccch a good girl.â
wait, hold on. fem gojo pulling your hair? wasnât that supposed to be a boyfriend gojo thing?
before your brain could unravel that disturbing yet arousing conundrum, she yanked hard, pulling your face impossibly closer. your nose pressed rudely against her clit, and the sudden pressure had her legs trembling around your head.
âoh â fuck, fuck, fuck,â she whimpered, her usually smug voice cracking as her hips bucked involuntarily.
and then it happened.
you barely had time to process her thighs clamping down around your ears, muffling everything but the obscene sounds of her unraveling. warm liquid gushed against your lips, your chin, even dribbling down your neck, as fem gojo outright squirted.
âoh my god,â you thought, frozen in shock even as your boyfriendâs hips snapped sharply into yours again, jarring you forward for what felt like the millionth time tonight.
âholy shit,â male gojo muttered, his voice equal parts awe and irritation as he caught sight of his counterpartâs unrestrained climax. âyou fuckin' squirted? thatâs my thing!â
fem gojo, still coming down from her high, let out a breathless laugh, her legs falling limp as she sprawled back on the bed.
âlooks like your girlâs a fast learner,â she teased, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
âlearner, my ass,â he shot back, a sharp thrust making you moan against fem gojoâs overstimulated folds. âi trained her to be this good.â
âuh-huh,â fem gojo drawled lazily, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. âthen whyâd she just make me squirt first? sounds like sheâs got a natural talent you couldnât teach.â
âshut up,â he growled, his pace picking up as he slammed into you harder, clearly trying to reassert dominance.
you, meanwhile, were somewhere between mortification and pride.
first time eating someone out, and they squirted. that was definitely going on the mental highlight reel of your life â even if it was your boyfriendâs female counterpart.
you figured you might as well keep going with fem gojo. after all, your boyfriend had the stamina of a goddamn bull and a petty streak longer than your to-do list. no way he was letting you off easy after everything tonight.
lucky you, though â heâd also trained you well enough to cum at the same time as him. how lovely.
âŚignoring the fact that your current position was utterly humiliating. your back arched up so prettily, your face now smooshed between fem gojoâs outrageously, illegally hot rack.
âsuck,â she demanded, her voice dripping with the same playful authority you usually heard from your boyfriend, but with a distinctly feminine lilt that had you shivering.
âoh, donât act like youâre in charge,â gojo snapped from behind you, his thrusts growing sharper as if to punctuate his annoyance. âyouâre just here for the ride.â
âand youâre here throwing a tantrum,â fem gojo shot back, her smirk evident in her tone as her hands pressed you deeper into her chest. âyouâre the one that left her unsupervised.â
you barely registered their bickering. your head was swimming, lost in the overwhelming heat of fem gojoâs body and the relentless rhythm of your boyfriend behind you. your tongue flicked over her hardened nipple, drawing a satisfied gasp from her lips as she arched into you.
âgood giirrl,â fem gojo purred, her fingers threading through your hair again, keeping your face buried against her. âyouâre learning so fast.â
âdonât praise her for that!â gojo barked, his voice tinged with frustration even as he groaned, his hips snapping against yours. âsheâs mine, not yours, so quit actin' like ya got a claim on her!â
âif sheâs yours, then whyâs she so eager to listen to me?â fem gojo teased, her breath hitching as your tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.
âyou wanna see who she listens to?â he growled, leaning over you as his hand snaked around your waist, his fingers circling your clit in quick, punishing strokes.
that did it. the tension coiling low in your stomach snapped, and you came with a muffled cry against fem gojo��s chest, your whole body trembling as pleasure washed over you.
at the same time, gojoâs hips stuttered against yours, his grip tightening as he groaned through gritted teeth, spilling into you with one last deep thrust.
the room fell silent except for your ragged breathing and fem gojoâs low chuckle as she trailed her fingers through your hair.
âaww,â she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. âlooks like we both won, huh?â
âwe?â gojo barked, glaring at her over your back. âyouâre lucky i didnât kick your ass out of this bed halfway through.â
âlucky?â she repeated, her smirk widening as she leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. âplease, babe. iâve got her attention. youâre just here to keep things interesting.â
gojo had had enough. sure, heâd made you see stars, made you fall apart on his dick like he always did. and yeah, heâd just had his own finish, but that didnât matter.
he was greedy. always greedy.
his icy blue eyes darted to fem gojo, still lounging smugly with that shit-eating grin plastered across her pretty face. oh, he hated seeing his own smugness reflected like that.
âalright,â he huffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair before cracking his neck. âyou wanna play games? fine. hold her for me.â
âoh?â fem gojo purred, clearly intrigued, though she raised an eyebrow. âwhatâs this now?â
âdonât ask questions, just do it,â he snapped, his tone sharp but impatient.
to your surprise â and maybe horror â fem gojo complied, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you back against her chest, locking you in place.
âgood,â gojo muttered, his gaze dropping to your already trembling body. his lips quirked into a devilish smirk as he cracked his knuckles.
ânow, sweetheart,â he said, his voice saccharine and low as he leaned down to meet your wide-eyed gaze, âyouâre gonna give me six more. f'good luck. for my six eyes. makes sense, right?â
âs-six?â you stammered, your voice barely audible as you squirmed in fem gojoâs hold.
âdonât pass out before number three, okay?â fem gojo chimed in, her breath tickling your ear as she pressed a playful kiss to your temple.
âoh, she wonât,â gojo assured her, his tone all cocky confidence as his fingers found your oversensitive clit, circling it slowly, almost mockingly. âiâve trained her too well for that.â
âyouâre insane,â you gasped, your voice breaking as his movements picked up, sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body.
âand you love it,â he shot back, grinning as your hips bucked involuntarily.
âsheâs already shakin',â fem gojo mused, her hands holding you firmly in place as you writhed in her grip. âthink she can even make it to six?â
âsheâll make it,â gojo said confidently, his fingers dipping lower to press inside you.
you let out a strangled moan, your body arching against fem gojo as she held you tighter.
âone down,â gojo teased as you convulsed around his fingers, your first orgasm ripping through you with humiliating ease.
âjust five more, baby,â fem gojo cooed, brushing her lips against your ear. âthink ya cunt can handle it?â
you didnât have the breath to answer, already lost in the haze of pleasure and anticipation as gojo smirked down at you.
âdonât worry,â he murmured, sliding his fingers out only to replace them with his cock, the stretch sending your mind reeling.
âweâve got allll night.â
âË⥠â
the first rays of the sun filtered into your room, casting soft golden streaks across the absolute battlefield that was your bed. clothes were long forgotten, scattered along with the remnants of your once-organized collection of sex toys â all strewn haphazardly on the mattress and floor, evidence of what youâd been subjected to.
but you couldnât exactly reflect on the mess, not when your mind was lost in the fog of overstimulation.
your body dangled limply in fem gojoâs strong, steady arms, her breath warm against your ear as she held you upright. your head lolled back against her shoulder, drool slipping from the corner of your lips as your boyfriend once again set a punishing rhythm with his hips.
âcâmon, sweetheart,â he drawled, his voice rough from hours of exertion but no less smug. âwhat number are we on now?â
you tried to answer, you really did, but all that came out was a broken, incoherent moan, your voice cracking as your legs trembled helplessly.
âwhat was that?â fem gojo teased, her laughter soft and melodic as she adjusted her grip on you, her fingers brushing over your slick, sweat-dampened skin. âi think she lost count. did we hit six or are we on nine?â
âdefinitely nine,â gojo declared, grinning as he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. âbut she canât keep up. guess iâll just have to count for her.â
you whined, barely able to lift your arms, let alone argue.
âpoor thing,â fem gojo cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as her lips trailed along your neck. âbet her brainâs all mush now. arenât ya, pretty?â
you whimpered in response, your body shuddering as another wave of pleasure surged through you, leaving you gasping and clutching at fem gojoâs arms for support.
âlook at that,â your boyfriend said with a chuckle, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer. âsheâs still got some fight in her.â
âfor now,â fem gojo quipped, smirking as she nuzzled into your hair.
âbut i think weâve got her for a few more rounds before she taps out.â
âgood,â gojo muttered, his pace quickening as his grin widened. ââm not done yet.â
âË⥠â
you shouldâve known better. shouldâve known better than to assume fem gojo would let up.
sure, sheâd been lounging lazily for a while, playing her role as the smug spectator while her male counterpart relentlessly worked you over. but the thing about gojo â male or female â was that patience wasnât exactly their virtue.
âyâknow,â fem gojo began, her tone as sweet as honey but laced with mischief as she propped her chin on your shoulder, her lips brushing against your ear. âi think we should switch things up for the finale.â
âfinale?â you rasped, your voice hoarse and barely audible, every muscle in your body trembling from the sheer exertion.
âyeeaah, finale,â fem gojo purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thighs as she glanced up at her male counterpart, who raised a curious brow. âweâve been so focused on her. donât you think itâs time she gives you some love, hmm?â
gojo smirked, catching on immediately. âoh? youâre suggesting somethin'?â
âjust an idea,â she said with a shrug, though her grin was positively wicked. âhow about she thanks you properly? yâknow, with her mouth.â
your head snapped up weakly, eyes wide. âwait ââ
âshhhh, sweetheart,â fem gojo cooed, pressing a finger to your lips. ââs only fair, donât cha think? heâs worked so hard.â
âexactly,â gojo chimed in, already moving to position himself over you, his knees framing your chest as he settled on the bed. âyou should thank me.â
before you could protest â or muster the energy to protest â you felt fem gojoâs hands on your thighs, spreading them apart with ease.
âand while youâre doing that,â she murmured, her breath warm against your inner thighs as she lowered herself between them, âiâll take care of this pretty little cunt. sound good?â
you didnât even have the chance to respond before her tongue was on you, dragging a loong, languid stripe up your soaked folds that made your back arch off the bed.
âshit,â you gasped, your hands clutching at the pillows beneath your head as your boyfriend smirked down at you.
âopen up, sweetheart,â he said, his voice low and commanding as he cupped your jaw, guiding you to take him into your mouth.
you whimpered, your lips parting obediently as he slid inside, the weight of him on your tongue making your eyes flutter shut.
âthaaatâs it,â he praised, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate motions. âsuch a good girl f'me.â
beneath him, fem gojo was working you over with the precision of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. her tongue flicked against your clit, her lips wrapping around it to suck softly before diving back down, licking and lapping at you like a woman starved.
âgod, you taste so good,â she mumbled, her voice muffled against your folds as she gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place. âi could do this all day.â
your muffled moans vibrated around your boyfriendâs cock, making him groan as he tangled his fingers in your hair.
âfuck,â he hissed, his head falling back as his movements quickened. âyouâre gonna make me lose it, baby.â
the combination of sensations â the weight of your boyfriend in your mouth, the relentless pace of fem gojoâs tongue â was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again.
âdonât pass out on us now,â fem gojo teased, her voice laced with amusement as she felt you clench around nothing, your body trembling violently. âyouâve got one more in you, donâtcha, sweetheart?â
you werenât sure how youâd survive this, but as your boyfriendâs groans grew louder and fem gojoâs ministrations became even more fervent, you realized there was no escaping it.
you were completely at their mercy, and god, you werenât sure if youâd ever recover.
the room was chaos, pure and utter chaos. the obscene mix of sounds â gojoâs low groans, your muffled gags, and fem gojoâs pleased hums â was almost too much for your fried brain to process.
you thought you were doing pretty well, honestly. your boyfriendâs usual sarcasm and taunting remarks had been steadily replaced by breathy curses and groans of approval.
âfuck, baby,â he muttered, his hand in your hair guiding you at a steady pace. âyouâre so damn good at this â shit, look at you, taking me so well ââ
you felt a flicker of pride at that, the kind that came with knowing you were completely wrecking him. but fem gojo? oh, she had other plans.
âaww, donât forget 'bout me,â she chimed, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned down, her breath warm against your oversensitive core. âcanât have you hogging all the fun, can we?â
before you could even process her words, her hand came down, a sharp slap! landing square on your clit.
the jolt of pleasure-pain tore a strangled sound from your throat â a sound that unfortunately turned into a gag as your body jerked in surprise, taking your boyfriend deeper than you ever had before.
âholy shit,â gojo choked out, his hips snapping forward instinctively as your throat spasmed around him. âfuck fuck fuck â wait! ââ
too late. the sudden sensation was too much for him to handle, and with a low, guttural groan, he came, hot and thick down your throat.
âgood â hah â girl,â he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he rode out his high, his chest heaving. âgoddamn â youâre perfect.â
but you barely had time to process his words before your body betrayed you again. fem gojo had taken full advantage of your momentary distraction, her tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you right to the edge â and then push you right over it.
âthere it is,â she cooed as your thighs tensed around her head, her tongue still lapping at you eagerly. âgod, youâre so pretty when you lose it.â
and lose it, you did. with a loud cry muffled by the aftermath of your boyfriendâs climax, you came, harder than you ever had before. the intense wave of pleasure ripped through you, your slick gushing out in a way that left both you and fem gojo absolutely stunned.
âwell, well,â fem gojo murmured, pulling back just enough to wipe her soaked face with the back of her hand, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. âlooks like weâre even now, huh?â
gojoâs dazed expression quickly turned smug as he caught his breath, his hand still tangled in your hair. âa squirt for a squirt?â he quipped, his grin sharp as he looked between the two of you. ânot bad, sweetheart. iâm almost impressed.â
you groaned, your face burning as you buried it in the nearest pillow, both mortified and completely spent.
âaw, donât get shy now,â fem gojo teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh. âyou did so well. maybe next time, iâll let you return the favor properly.â
ânext time?â you croaked, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
âof course,â she said with a wink, already sitting up and stretching like she hadnât just been part of the most insane night of your life. âyou donât think this is a one-time thing, do you?â
gojo groaned, flopping onto the bed beside you with a lazy grin. âoh, definitely not,â he said, brushing a hand through his hair. âyouâre stuck with both of us now, babe.â
and judging by the way they both looked at you â smug, teasing, and entirely too pleased with themselves â you knew you were in for a long ride.
you were done.
like, stick-a-fork-in-you done.
lying there in a dazed mess of tangled sheets and sore limbs, your legs were trembling so hard you swore you could start a minor earthquake. you didnât even have the strength to bat an eye as male gojo leaned over you, brushing away the strands of hair plastered to your forehead with an almost uncharacteristic tenderness.
âbaby, you good?â he asked, a rare note of genuine concern lacing his voice.
âdoes she look good to you?â fem gojo cut in, lounging nearby with a towel draped over her shoulder. she reached for your pussy tentatively, only for you to weakly swat her hand away.
âdonât you dare.â your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it still made her chuckle.
ârelax, iâm just kidding!⌠mostly,â she added with a wink, settling back as male gojo shot her a glare.
âsheâs off-limits right now,â he said firmly, tossing a bottle of water onto the bed. âhere, drink. if she passes out, itâs your fault.â
you groaned, rolling your eyes but still accepting the water with shaky hands. âlike itâs just her fault,â you mumbled, earning a sheepish grin from him.
âyouâre right, babe,â he admitted, leaning in to kiss your forehead. âbut, câmon. twelve orgasms? i mean, thatâs a record, right? a feat of human engineering, honestly.â
fem gojo scoffed, sitting up to stretch. âplease, if i wasnât here, she wouldnât have made it past six. youâre welcome, by the way.â
âyouâre welcome for the stamina training i gave her,â he shot back, sticking out his tongue.
âboth of you, shut up,â you groaned, dragging the towel over your face. âmy entire body feels like jelly, and if one of you so much as breathes near me, iâm out the window.â
âsheâs spicy when sheâs exhausted,â fem gojo murmured with a smirk, tossing her head back dramatically. âfine, fine. iâll behave.â
for now.
male gojo wrapped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his chest as fem gojo slid in on your other side. âweâll take care of you,â he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âmmm,â was all you could muster, melting into his warmth despite yourself.
âyouâre amazing, yâknow that?â fem gojo whispered, brushing a hand over your hair. âan absolute goddess. weâre lucky to have you.â
you snorted weakly. âoh, now youâre sweet.â
âonly âcause you look like youâve been through a war,â she teased.
male gojo tightened his hold on you, his voice softening. âbut seriously, babe. if we went too far ââ
âyou think?â you interrupted, cracking open one eye to glare at him.
âokay, fair. but weâll make it up to you. promise.â
fem gojo hummed in agreement, already grabbing a nearby lotion bottle. âmassages, snacks, cuddles. whatever you need.â
and for once, they actually seemed serious. no teasing, no ulterior motives â just two ridiculously hot versions of your boyfriend determined to take care of you.
maybe having both of them wasnât so bad⌠as long as you kept fem gojoâs hands away from certain places.
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đŕ§âď˝ĄË when rafe sees a precious little doll on the side of the road with a broke-down car, how can he resist out of the kindness of his heart offering her a ride? just a ride home, that's all...
or how trailerpark!angel!reader and rafe met!
warnings: use of the nickname pet & little one, reader! is eighteen-nineteen! bit of perv!rafe, barely proofread!
a/n: first time writing a rafe fic/blurb! im so excited, also this is based on this ask and thank you so much for sending something I really appreciated it and I hope u like it mwah! I would say you two meet in like early season 2 (right before the cross storyline) also for the format slight ib to others on here esp @rafesangelita (sorry for the tag!)
this was based off of this ask! which tysm i literally love requests and rafe and trailerpark!angel!reader is my new obsession <3
a small, meaningless kick was made to the tire while you huffed and groaned, putting two hands over your frustrated features as all you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
âpiece of shit,â you mumbled under your breath, kicking the tire once more, but immediately a whimper fell from your lips. the pain shot from your toe up to your spine. making you sniffle and tip-toe in pain. in your denim ruffle skirt, white socks, and pink converse, you sat down on the asphalt, on the side of the road, leaning against the side of your broken-down car.
she wasnât the best car, but she surely got you around most of the time. most of the time. it was a little volkswagen beetle, light pink in color, covered in so many stickers some wondered if it was passing inspection. it wasn't.
sitting with your head against the car for what felt like hours (it was maybe ten minutes), but spending even that on the side of a main road in kildare island was torture. especially with the beating sun late august provided.
rafe was speeding down the road on the way to play golf and get drunk with topper and kelce. âah shit, i donât know, man.â he said into his phone, holding it up with one hand; his voice gruff and confident, topper on the other line. âyou really think i wonât kick your ass today huh?â a smirk grew on his already smug expression.
letting out a short chuckle at toppers response, nothing anybody ever said meant more than a laugh to him. or that's what it used to be like anyway, his act wasn't together if anything, it was worse than it'd ever been. his father condemning him to disingenuous "discipline" to forget about the possible death of his golden daughter.
"the fuck?" he mutters into the mic, his voice laced with confusion. as he sees up ahead on the road, a pink car broken down, with the most precious thing sitting against it. a pout on the angels soft lips and the most defeated look in her eye. aw, you just fell right into my lap, didn't you? little angel.
your eyes glued on the pavement, your entertainment of watching a little ladybug try to make it to safety in the distance, was shortly interrupted.
a nice black truck coming into view it came to such a short stop it almost took your breath away, the breaks slightly screeching at the haste. a tire replaced the spot the ladybug once was.
you stood brushing the dirt and gravel off the backsides of your pale thighs, left bare by the short fabric of your skirt.
the man stepped out of the truck. he was tall, and the sleeves of his polo looked like they were about to burst at the seams, not able to contain the biceps beneath. his features strong and statue-like, his deep sea eyes hidden behind the curtain bangs that hung over his forehead. a grin that seemed too genuine, too good to be true.
you removed your heart-shaped sunglasses, placing them on top of your head to see him more clearly. your possible savior, but he was anything but.
he stepped a bit closer, seeing the state of her already pretty beaten car, "having some car trouble?" rafe asked as if he wasn't stating the obvious.
you pretended he wasn't either as you nodded, the frown only slight now but still on your lips as your eyes remained looking up into his.
"aw.. poor thing we can't have that, what happened?" his voice, a mockery of sympathy. as he inspected the piece of shit car she loved so much. his care coming from a place of ownership, of burning ache or want.
still, in slight shock, you hadn't answered him, following behind him as he reopened the hood like he owned the car. not even realizing you'd been rude and not replied till he spoke again. "little one, i can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." a heady mix of gentle and firm that made your mouth go dry and your head dizzy.
"oh- it's been on her last limb for like ever, i guess she finally called it quits... right on my way home." you said with a little sad laugh that rafe wanted to bottle the sound of and listen to on repeat. "and I really need to get home," you added fiddling with your fingers in front of you.
a sweet girl all out of options, rafe was so glad he was here to provide her with his help. "tell you what, I'll take you home and come back and fix this thing up for you, huh?" he offered, there goes his saturday plans he presumed. it'd be worth it. he told himself he'd make it worth it, with those shy eyes and the expression you carried like a lost puppy. you'd owe him he'd make sure to get something in return.
just like he figured, you shook your head. never wanting to accept such a grand favor. "I can't ask you to do that, I mean, I don't even know your name." nerves, curiosity, and a glint of something else tinged in your voice, so many wonders in that head as soon as his truck came to a stop for you. why? the only question running through your mind.
"It's rafe, can I help you out now?" his genuine grin turned almost smug at his own remark, brushing that bangs out his face, the effort pointless as they immediately fell back again.
you paused. picking at the already chipped white nail polish on your sore fingertips, a larger-rougher hand covered your own, stopping your movements with that firm gentleness he carried around her. you looked up at him, he was so much closer. the scent of some cologne that probably could pay your rent, and a tinge of smokey wood filled your senses.
"pet?" he questioned with an expecting tilt of his head, calling you that like it was the most natural thing in the world.
your body and mouth responding before giving another second for your brain or anxiety to think it over, you nodded. "can you please give me a ride home?" you hesitantly asked, it felt weird. getting help, and even asking for it felt foreign, he offered it so graciously like it was nothing.
looking down upon her, his grin turned genuine once again, his eyes seemed almost proud it was a soothing balm to her nervous heart. a rosy hue to her cheeks as his palm covered the side of her neck, making a few pats to the flesh before leading her to his truck.
you'd owe him. something he was sure you were ready for.
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what she wants, she gets - seungcheol (+18, mdni)
WARNINGS: kind of a toxic rs, smut, tit playing, tit slapping, unprotected sex, choking, daddy!cheol, oral (f rec), reader may not be the most sensible, dom!cheol, sub!reader (f), they r so insane for each other! ceo!cheol
<3 not comfy donât read! butâŚHAPPY 400! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! hope u guys enjoy this! muah đ
extract i
âswear to god baby, open the god damn door, please!â seungcheol feels his hands burn, from the incessant knocking and pounding of your door.
you hear every grunt and curse clearlyâstanding right behind the door, clad in your pink robe, glass of wine balancing dangerously between your fingertips.
âi know youâre standing right behind the door, let me in,â seungcheol runs his hand across his locks, frustration lacing every word. âyouâre gonna regret this baby.â
âoh, thatâs rich coming from you cheol, iâm the one thatâs pissed at you right nowâsurely i wonât be regretting anything.â you finally decide to bite back.
âyou being pissed at me doesnât warrant you to fucking block your own fucking boyfriend, and what the fuck were you doing on mingyuâs story?â another bang across your poor door.
thank god seungcheol had arranged for only top quality products to be furnished throughout this apartment heâd gifted you a year ago.
âyeah wellâyou can go and cry about it to your other bitches, iâm sure someone would love to listen to you and offer you some comfortâ you faked cooedâyou were not going to let this one slide.
âbabyâwhat the fuck are you talking about? you know i donât even bat an eye at anyone elseâŚeveryone fuckinâ knows how iâm fucking obsessed with you, iâ you know it too baby!â you hear how his voice starts to strain, and you know heâs right.
ever since you both were linked, it was like an otherworldly connection that only you and him could comprehend.
soulmatesâif you must. equally bat shit crazy; crazy for each other at least. well, as what they always say, negative cancels out negative right? together, you and cheol swear nothing else could feel more right.
you came to him on a hazy friday night, and he finally had a face to the name heâs been hearing thrown around the office floors. heâd been captivated by you the minute he laid his eyes on youâin your velvet black dress, donned in silver jewelry that brought out the sparkle in your eyes.
âand, what seungcheol wants, seungcheol gets. by the end of the night, he finds himself removing your jewelry, having you writhe under him, screaming and moaning the whole night, and heâs not sure if youâve fallen for his trap, or he yours.
it mustâve been love at first sight, he always tells you.
heâs everything you ever wanted, the possessive, ever so passionate man that never takes no for an answer. he made you feel alive, made you feel like you were worth trashing the world for.
some call it insanity, but you werenât any better. which leads to why you were in your current predicamentâyou were livid.
itâs not like cheol wasnât allowed to be around the female species, just not the pretty ones. and especially not if they wear extra short skirts and extra red lips around your boyfriend.
yeah yeahâŚitâs not like he could avoid female employees, especially being a young and an extremely attractive director, next in line for the CEO position.
the new influx of female employees with the new batch of hires were something else, flocking towards your boyfriend blatantly every chance they get.
he may have just been doing his job to facilitate butâdid he have to cross the line with his overtly friendly nature? not necessary, you think.
and you loved to play the game. blocking him all over your social mediaâonly for him to lose his mind when he sees you dancing on mingyuâs instagram story at the club downtown.
you know how much he hates when you hang out with your guy friends, especially ones with a certain playful natureâmingyu.
to say he went berserk would be an understatement. you grin behind the door, the taste of satisfaction at the tip of your tongue, knowing you got him back.
âbaby, fuck, iâll get rid of all of âemâwhoever it isâfuck, theyâre gone by next weekâ and who are you if not someone that falters at such sweet words from your beauâs mouth.
that click of a door makes him sigh out a breath of relief before he immediately engulfs you in a tight embrace, stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head.
âyouâll really fire them for me babe?â your eyes soften as they look up into his, and he swoons at how pretty your eyes are, admiring your current docile stateâwhen youâre not being batshit crazy.
he carefully removes the wine glass from you, placing on top of your black coffee table which he chose, before grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for a sloppy passionate kiss.
âanything for my baby, you are the future wife of the companyâs soon-to-be CEO after all.â he smirks, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.
âand what she wants, she gets,â he whispers before pulling your lips towards his before you could say anything else.
his tongue explores every crevice of your mouth, tugging your own tongue playfully and soothing out every bite he gives your lower lip.
âmy babyâyou look fuckinâ gorgeous. i can never let you stay angry at me, hmm?â he pecks your forehead.
âgonna remind you why youâre mine and iâm yours baby,â he peppers feather kisses down your jaw tenderly.
âyeah? think i need to put my little brat in place, remind her why daddy only loves her, and how daddy only has eyes for her,â he kisses down your clavicle and sucks on a hollow spot which makes your knees buckle.
âmmffhâcheolâŚ.â you know it, youâre excited for it. you love it when he reminds you how obsessed he is with you.
âwonder whatâs waiting for me underneath this pretty pink robe,â he gently tugs at the string of your little bow tied at the front.
a second later and your ribbon unravels, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall to the sides, and cheol lets out the most animalistic groan when he sees you completely bare and supple for him.
âso fucking pretty yeah?â he pushes you up against the nearest flat surface he can find, hands moving in urgency, grabbing any flesh of yours he can fit in those big hands of his.
you whine out as you feel his calloused hands squeezing your tits so hard, while his mouth gets busy along your jaw again. but those lips canât stay away from your titsâhe starts sucking and slurping all overâmarking your mounds as you pull tightly on his locks, sinful moans after moans falling from your lips.
he breaks apart from your tits and you pout.
âmy pretty girl, hands up for me.â he grabs your wrists and places them above your head and you keep them there.
âso good for me,â he sinks down and kisses all around your glistening cunt, making you squirm unconsciously. he holds on to your hips, before diving in fully, inserting that warm pink muscle deep inside your cunt you knock your head back against the wall, letting out the breathiest moan.
âpretty girl is all mine. my cunt, my tits, my girl, the prettiest.â he breathes out before he swings a leg over his shoulder and continues devouring your leaking cunt. his tongue curls up and like a deranged animal it plays with your g-spot frantically. he moans around your cunt so deeply, before he moves up and sucks your warm and swollen clit, teeth grazing every few seconds.
âcheolâtoo fast too fastâiâm gonna cum soon daddy,â you feel yourself reach your breaking point sooner tonight.
âthatâs all i want baby, cum all over my face for me. iâm all yours to cum on,â he switches between the insane speed of his tongue and hard suction of his lips and the ribbon inside you unravels before you know it.
you let out the loudest string of moans, shaking as you clench and let out all your juices all over his face and his tongue.
cheol closes his eyes and soaks in the heavenly moment he wants to last forever. he takes in everythingâyour scent, your taste and continues lapping on your cunt to suck you dry.
you whine before grabbing his locks, pushing away due to oversensitivity. he looks up at you with glistening lips, and your stomach churns at the sight, feeling a new pool of arousal forming again.
he stands up, eye to eye with you, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. âyouâre so fucking perfect baby, no one should dare to even stand next to you.â
he leans forward, rubbing his clothed bulge against your soaked cunt. âyou feel that baby? only you can do that to me, i just need a thought of you and i go fucking insane,â he grabs your hand, guiding it to his huge bulge.
you rub teasingly above the fabric before smirking at him knowingly, âyou like me that much?â
âbaby, i love you so fucking muchâeven i canât comprehend it. swear iâll die without you,â he leans his forehead against yours, with an arm propped up on the wall beside your head.
you rub faster, enjoying the moment of cheol unraveling just by a touch from you.
âswear iâll die if you donât touch me nowâand if iâm not inside you right now baby, need you,â he breaks out in desperation and you give in, unzipping and allowing him to step out of his pants.
wasting no time, he gets rid of his boxers and goes over to the couch to sit down, tapping his thigh twice, you immediately shuffle over to sit on him, warm cunt hovering over his growing cock.
âdonât tease baby, told you i need to be inside you now,â he grabs your waist before aligning your cunt to slowly sink down his red cock thatâs bursting with veins, feeling like heâs going to explode if he doesnât feel you wrapped around him.
âf-fuuuck,â you moan out, stomach twisting at how good cheol feels when heâs fully inside you, and you start to ride him, chasing that impending high that you know is coming.
âbabyâyou feel too fucking good, sâunreal,â cheol croaks out as he grips onto your hips tighter, guiding your pace, not wanting to come in you too quickly.
his wandering hands move on to playing with your swollen tits, your nipples so puffy from earlier it drives him crazy, âso pretty, so fucking sensitive for me always, fuck,â he tugs on them, eliciting a louder whine from you.
his keeps a hand on your tits, occasionally giving it light slaps across and he salivates at the way it jiggles. another hand reaches up, wrapping around your neck which looks too clean for him.
your face contorts in an unexplainable pleasure, and he knows heâs got you at you tipping point. âcheolâdaddy, squeeze harder,â you prompt him, wanting him to push you over the edge faster.
âyeah? my little slut wants daddy to go harder? you dirty girl, my dirty girl thoughâ my pretty dirty girl,â he groans, hands squeezing tighter at the pulse points, while he strikes one tight slap across your tits and you canât stop moaning.
he canât stop singing praises for his pretty baby, and all he wants is to express how much he adores you every second.
âso close daddy so close, wanna cum wanna cum,â cheol snaps his hips up faster, while maintaining the pressure around your neck.
âgonna make you cum so hard around daddy, then pump you full of daddyâs cum afterâshow you how much daddy loves you, yeah?â he revels in the way your voice breaks at the incessant amount of moans escaping your mouth.
âgonna cumâdaddy can i cum now?â you bit down on your lips, feeling something in your lower abdomen growing and growing, threatening to spill over any minute.
âmy pretty baby always so politeâyes baby, cum for daddy now,â and you let go, seeing white as you convulse and jerk around him, crying out his name repeatedly.
his grip around your neck holds you in place, âfuuuckk thatâs it baby, let daddy see how hard he made you cum,â cheol will never get tired of watching you cumâespecially when itâs around his cock.
âgonna let daddy pump you full now baby? iâm about to cum okay baby,â he starts to snap his hips up even rougher, before releasing a hot load inside of you with a groan and you moan at the feeling as it reaches deep inside you.
âfuuuuck, thatâs it baby, take it all, take all of daddyâs cum yeahâyouâre mine baby,â he moans out, panting as the last few drops paints your walls with his essence
cheolâs heart swells at the thought of you being so full of his cumâfull of him. he thinks thereâs no other way to express that youâre fully his other than this act of claiming.
he kisses you, stroking your cheek and uttering words of affection against your lipsâand you feel that all is right with the world again.
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girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)
May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"
they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day
3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?
you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!
Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening
CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])
Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk.Â
âIf thereâs a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it wonât be quiet.â Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.
While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts.Â
But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated âyou can call her what you want but you canât call her boring.âÂ
That didnât mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though.Â
Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how youâd been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class.Â
And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.
He didnât seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.
You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.
Couldnât be you, however.
No.
You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldnât get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldnât let you get any closer to them.
Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldnât entice the mooncalves, youâd certainly entice a cat or two.Â
You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way theyâd look at a goat.Â
Youâd seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. Youâd have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didnât much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you.Â
Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was goats that did it for you.
And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think thereâd be a book that explained that?
But you didnât even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom.Â
FuckâŚ.do you think heâd let you copy his notes?Â
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Merlinâs tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you.Â
You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didnât get tired of listening to yourself too?Â
Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.
But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.
And heâd not so much as bat an eye at you.
Certainly heâd have said something to you if you bothered him?Â
Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldnât say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?
Well, you couldnât imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.
No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.
So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for todayâs potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.
You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point.Â
You actually thought youâd done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you.Â
Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? Youâd have to ask your roommates.
âL/N.â Regulus called as if it hadnât been the first time heâd done so. âYou alright?â He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.
âYeah? Why?â You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried.Â
He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. âYouâve been awfully quiet, sâall.â He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.
âIsnât that a good thing?â You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows.Â
âSays who?â
Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. âThose tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.â
You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement.Â
He didnât seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. âDid the tuna work?â
You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. âI beg your pardon?â
âThe tuna.â He repeated. âFor the mooncalves?â
Oh.
âOh.â You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. âErm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.â
âAh.â Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far).Â
âAlso, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book youâd be looking for is Biblical in nature.â
You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. âThereâs a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. Theyâre used as a metaphor for the âbadâ or âinferiorâ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.â
The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.
âI almost forgotâŚâ He started as he began rooting through his book bag. âI asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe youâll have more luck tonight?â He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you.Â
âYouâve been listening? This whole time?â You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if he had just handed you a delicate china dish.Â
His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. âWellâŚyeah? Iâm rather invested now.â He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour.Â
âVery good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.â Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench.Â
You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyoneâs potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.
âYouâll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?â Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door.Â
âSure.â You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy.Â
Yes⌠Youâd be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.
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THE THINGS YOU DO FOR LOVE... ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.
word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), heâs ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify thatâŚ), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3
a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my draftsâŚ. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress
ââ no.â
the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.
but despite all that, satoru just wonât back down.
âcome on, baby, please?â he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. âi already bought it and everything!â
âi donât care,â you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes itâll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. âiâm not wearing it. you shouldnât have bought it, in the first place.â
âbut sweetheart,â he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. âitâs so cute. youâll look so adorable.â
ânot happening.â
âbut ââ
ââ no. iâm seriously not wearing it, satoru.â
itâs harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but thatâs your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesnât stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoruâs posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him.Â
but giving in just isnât an option, this time.Â
under normal circumstances, it wouldnât take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so â but when heâs being so stubborn about something, thereâs usually a good reason for it, even if itâs just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, itâll do.
(his happiness is your priority, after all.)
but in this case, thereâs just no way. absolutely no way in hell.
heâs still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks itâll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesnât. it does the complete opposite, in fact.
âbut angel,â he tries, again. you wonder if heâs eventually going to run out of petnames, or if heâll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. âdonât you wanna see how itâll look on you?â
a sharp scoff flows from your lips.Â
he canât be serious.Â
you really, really, really donât. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. youâd rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. youâd rather sit on satoruâs lap in a room full of other people. youâd rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.
â itâs so frilly.Â
you almost couldnât believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice.Â
it wasnât anything out of the ordinary, so you didnât think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to â and usually, itâd be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week.Â
every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.
from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.
(this made me think of you. i want you to have it.Â
i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)
a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him.Â
buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep â but deep down you know itâs more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.Â
(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesnât think heâs very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows youâd like; so thatâll have to do, for now.)
which is why you couldnât help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldnât help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldnât help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package âÂ
to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.
â and then your mind screeched to a halt.Â
the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isnât it cute? god, youâre going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but â
you werenât really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit.Â
if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. youâre sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards.Â
but no â he wanted you to wear it.Â
and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so itâs no surprise, but itâs still enough to irk you.
âsatoru, for real. no! iâm not wearing it!â
âbut youâd look so good,â he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like itâll burn if you touch it.
âi donât care! itâs a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?âÂ
sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes â an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and heâs definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.
the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.
a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. heâs so annoying. youâre growing more and more flustered by the minute, too.Â
ââ because you love me?âÂ
satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face â as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.
and ah, you think, there we go. satoruâs classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if heâs some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly.Â
valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. âthat wonât work on me.â
âaww, come on,â he almost coos, inching closer still. âdonât you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lilâ mochi?âÂ
(heâs getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if thatâd change anything. theyâre so cheesy it makes you recoil.)
âobviously.â you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoruâs lips curl up, anyway. âiâm still not wearing it, though. sorry.â
satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated â dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble âÂ
until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.
âplease, baby â iâm begging you,â he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.
âdonât grovel.â a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what youâre almost sure is an incoming headache.
and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak âÂ
but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.
satoruâs eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. heâs far too skilled at it for his own good, though â maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing heâs got going on.
and youâre weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer.Â
âsatoru,â you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. âreally. iâm sorry i wasted your money, but itâs just⌠not happening. okay?âÂ
attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping itâll be enough to make him falter even slightly.Â
it isnât, of course; if anything, his determination only grows.Â
âeven just for a short while?â he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. âjust an hour or so! then iâll be satisfied.â
âan hour? no way!â you scoff.
and this time, you donât miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises â something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.
âso itâs fine if itâs less?â he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. âhalf an hour. thatâs as low as iâll go.â
âoh my god.â an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. âsatoru. toru. no. iâm not wearing it at all. this isnât an auction.â
âbut it could be,â he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. âcâmon. why are you getting so shy? guess what â iâll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.â
oh, heâs just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his â but you canât.Â
not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when heâs acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love.Â
another sigh. youâre a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, youâre beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. âiâm not shy,â you huff. âi just donât want to. it wonât look good on me, anyway.â
satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. âhuh? of course it will. why wouldnât it?â
a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. âitâs just⌠tacky,â you settle on. âitâll look weird.â
âit wonât! youâll look so cute!â
another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. âand how do you know that?â
satoru's answer is instantaneous. âyou always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,â he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. âwhen i saw it, i knew itâd look adorable on you. and iâm never wrong!â
a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but itâs there. and satoruâs seen it, finally â the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if heâs smart about it.
âi just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?â he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. âthen iâll never ask you for anything again. promise!â
âokay, thatâs a lie and we both know it.â
the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.
âyeah, yeah⌠but i mean it! i wonât bother you if you just wear it once. just once!â he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. âjust wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. wonât you indulge me, oh my dearest?â
heâs grinning, now, all soft and teasing. itâs more breathtaking than heâll ever understand. heâll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this â when thereâs no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when itâs just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.
(even if you donât.)
and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all.Â
and itâs embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someoneâs finger â to find that you donât even really mind. being wrapped around satoruâs finger isnât so awful, all things considered. itâs a scary thought, for sure, but heâd never abuse the privilege. probably.
â a sigh.Â
you still donât want to wear it. you really donât. itâs just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant.Â
⌠but if itâll get him to stop nagging you like thisâŚÂ
and if itâs just for a short whileâŚ
silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.
âfifteen minutes. then youâre ââ
âten minutes,â you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted â resigned to your fate.Â
and satoru doesnât even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. âperfect,â he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.
ââ but seriously. iâm only wearing it once. never again,â you tilt your head. âgot it?â satoru just nods, happily, so excited heâs practically jumping up and down â and despite everything, you still canât find it in you to be angry.Â
he looks so earnestly giddy.
eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. youâre surprised he didnât invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.
(you decide not to comment on it, knowing heâd have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)
âneed my help putting it on?â he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours â and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.
âoh, shut up,â you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.
a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. itâs not that bad, butâŚ
âitâs kinda ugly,â you lie, decisively.
âreally? i think itâs cute, though.âÂ
âyeah, âcause you have no taste.â a click of your tongue. âwhatâs so great about maid outfits, anyway? i donât see the appeal.â
satoru smiles. carefree, amused â still very much teasing. âwell, weâre about to find out,â he chirps.
you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. âfine â but only ten minutes. at most.â a pause, as you stop to think. what else? âoh, and no taking pictures.â
ââ iâm taking pictures.â
âŚ
the exasperated look you send his way doesnât seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know youâre not winning this one either.
â⌠fine,â you sigh. âbut â not too many, okay? and you arenât allowed to show anyone, either.â
âof course not,â he scoffs, almost offended. âas if iâd let anyone else see you like that.â
stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.
ârest assured, baby,â he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. âthis stays between us. i swear on my honour.â
you snort. âlike youâve got any of that.â
âmean. anyway â câmon. i canât wait any longer.â before you can think to protest, heâs ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.
(what have you gotten yourself into?)
with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. âjust this once. then youâre selling it. or burning it.â
âyes, yes â you have my word,â he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. âgo on, iâm waiting!â
âyeah, yeahâŚâ
the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms â you gaze down at it with pure contempt. itâs not like you have a choice, though. satoru wonât let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.
(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)
and itâs almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings.Â
itâs a perfect fit.Â
a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion â did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didnât think much of it. over the years, youâve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.
after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow â to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit.Â
and you canât help but exhale, a little exasperated.
itâs so⌠frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems⌠everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves.Â
and as much as you loath to admit it â it is kind of cute.Â
still, you canât shake the feeling that youâre only embarrassing yourself. itâs hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror â and you just so happen to be wearing it.
(what the hell are you even doing?)
a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoruâs about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?
(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?)Â
âiâm still waiting!â a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.
âjust ââ you croak out, words a little strangled. âjust⌠give me a minute.â
satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. âbut iâve been waiting so long already!â he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.
(all he can think of is you, you, you.)
curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat â but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just wonât go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.
you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.
when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you canât quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.
 â⌠i donât want to.â
satoru pauses.Â
he can picture you, in his mindâs eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat â but he knows itâs still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.
âcome on, angel,â he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. âdonât be embarrassed.â
you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. âjust come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you wonât have to think of it again.â
a moment passes.
â⌠do i have to?â
the corners of his lips curl up.
ah, youâre so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way youâre still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. âyes, you do,â he coos. âbe good f' me and come on out, okay?â
a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoruâs soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.
until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.
itâs slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so â pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoruâs presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.
(satoruâs breath hitches in his throat.)
there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. theyâre dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt â short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together.Â
and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.
after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what youâll see. âi donât think it suits me,â is muttered, a tiny huff. â⌠and i still donât see the appeal, by the way.â
â but satoru doesnât answer.Â
he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way youâre wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.
the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it â until itâs just too much to bear.Â
(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesnât it? thatâs to be expected.Â
still, you canât help but feel just slightly dejected.)Â
â⌠why arenât you saying anything?âÂ
the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesnât hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face â and realize that he isnât just keeping quiet.Â
heâs completely stunned.Â
no matter how hard you stare, you canât seem to get a good read on his expression. heâs just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you â but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck.Â
and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.
crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms â but you can hear it clear as day.
âhold on, just⌠give me a minuteâŚâ he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy.Â
upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes werenât deceiving you â there really is a red hue to his neck, one you arenât used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart canât help but flutter.
â he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.
itâs a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they donât come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.
god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.
crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until itâs all he can hear â he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal.Â
even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. heâs pleasantly surprised that heâs managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.
and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears.Â
yeah, you think, thereâs no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. itâs not a side of him you get to see very often, so you canât help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.
heâs so cute.
(and maybe, just maybe â it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)
so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. heâs still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.
and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft â and just a little bit dejected.
â⌠youâre the one who wanted me to wear it,â your lips curl down into a pout, âand now you wonât even look at me?â
satoru stiffens.Â
(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)
slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you â blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like heâs dragging heavy weights off his body. like itâs a struggle.Â
with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration.Â
satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face heâs grown to love so much.
a moment passes. then two.
then, he practically pounces on you â engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.
âyouâre killing me,â he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like heâs a puppy with a chew toy. âyouâre so, so, so cute. dâyou want me to have a heart attack?â
a hitch of your breath. thatâs all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look.Â
a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else â as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if thatâs where you belong.
all you can do is indulge him. maybe youâre spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesnât even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.
evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression.Â
âso adorable,â he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. âmy little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.âÂ
squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear.Â
a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. âcan't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.â
âyour pocket?â a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.
âmy pocket,â he hums, approvingly. âyouâre just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i donât lose you.â
a huff, lighthearted.Â
suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens â and youâre hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if youâre made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.
your heart flutters.Â
satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet.Â
âalright,â he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. âdo a twirl for me.â
a humoured scoff. âhell no.â
âaw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.â
before you know it, satoruâs got his phone out â and itâs aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, youâre fairly certain heâs already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.
âcâmon, câmon,â he coos. âgive me a smile, pretty.â
a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesnât really work. âiâm good.â
satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling heâs forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.
(he looks like heâs having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)
âgod. youâre way too cute for your own good, you know that?â he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all.Â
itâs a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.
âyouâre a sap,â is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips.Â
âand youâre adorable,â satoru grins.Â
then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.
his fingers curl around yours, softly â and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. theyâre warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin.Â
(as if heâs whispering psalms under his breath. as if heâs worshipping you.)
then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crowâs feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his â youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.
his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin.Â
âone tiny twirl?â he asks, politely.
heâs so annoying.Â
(but youâre far too in love to say no.)
so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.
satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.
when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoruâs lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back â eyes almost overflowing with affection.
âcutie.â
you blink.Â
averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoruâs smile grow further.
âokay, okay. youâve had your fun.â you clear your throat. âtimeâs up.â
suddenly, satoruâs eyes fill with something akin to dread â nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ânoooo,â he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. âjust a little more? please? pretty please?â
ânope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.â
âcanât i have an extension? since iâm your favorite?â satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they donât work as well as heâd hoped.
ânope,â you repeat, popping the p. âsorry.â another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile.Â
âand then weâre burning it.â
ânoooo!âÂ
âsorry, but itâs gotta go.â you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.
âbut then you canât wear it anymore, babyâŚâ
âthatâs kinda the point, toru.â
âbut youâre so cute in it,â he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. âitâd be such a waste if you never wore it again, donâtcha think?â
heâs trying his best, you can tell â attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, youâre done indulging him.
âwell, too bad.â nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. âi said iâd never wear it again, and i meant it.â
a moment passes. maybe itâs the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you arenât budging â whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. âfineee,â he drawls. âiâll just buy you a new one.â
âi wonât wear it. iâll just get angry.â
âat lilâ old me? really?â
âreally really,â you click your tongue. âif you love maid outfits so much, why donât you wear one yourself?â a beat. âitâd look good on you.â
satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. âoh?â he purrs. âyou wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.â
a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. âwell, itâs only fair, right?â grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. âi think youâd pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.â
a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.
âhmm⌠well, iâll consider it.â just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. âyou gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!â
âthat makes no sense,â you huff, with a raise of your brow. âiâve already worn it once, so next time, itâs gotta be all you.â
âsorry, baby, but you need to do it too.â he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. ���iâm too shy to do it by myself.â
and you really, really wish you could be angry with him â but itâs just impossible.Â
satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.
in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there.Â
eventually, satoru does â begrudgingly â let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.
satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful âÂ
and yours, wholly and thoroughly.
(while youâre busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, laceâŚ
what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)
#satoru âmy girl look so good today im abt to scream and moan and throw upâ gojo#he is so husband coded to me. so unbelievably babygirl#he would absolutely wear a maid dress if u asked him to btw. and he would rock that shit so hard.#justâŚâŚ. gojo in a dressâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. breathe if u agree#im a firm believer in flustered satoru alsoâŚ..#it wouldnt happen often but if u act cute enough i just think smth in his brain stops working#and he grins rly wide and tries to cover his face w his hands so you wont see how much hes blushing. if u tease him more he squeaks#who said that.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo fluff#jjk fluff
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you're my best friend | lewis hamilton [1/3]
social media au. black + actress!reader
summary â you and lewis have been the best of friends for years but the world thinks there might be something more. until.... (read part two here)
face claim â taylor russell
song â you are in love by taylor swift (taylor's version)
warnings â fluff (for now, more angst in the future lol), inconsistent timeline, lmk what else i missed
author's note â as always pls ignore the dates, time, likes, rts etc i really can't be bothered to change them đđ
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lewishamilton happy birthday to the girl who always puts the biggest smile on my face. i love you sweetheart.
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user1 the caption is so fucking insane lmfao
user2 show this post to someone who doesn't know who they are and i bet that person will most definitely that they're dating
user3 user2 ???? are friends not allowed to wish each other happy birthday now or did i miss something
user2 user3 not with that kind of caption no you don't lmfao
francolapinto happy birthday ynln !
ynln francolapinto thank you franco!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user4 they're just friends yall they've been friends for years pls
user2 user4 uh huh yeah sure jane
user5 user2 maybe don't speculate about real people's personal life??
user2 user5 can't i'm too nosy
user5 user2 ok yk what what's kinda valid
user6 thank god they're just friends actually cause otherwise the age gap would be insane
user7 user6 1) none of your business if they're dating or not 2) she's a grown 30 year old woman???? istg why can't yall just let ppl be happy
chappellroan happy birthday baddie
ynln chappellroan *totally not freaking out that my fave singer just wished my happy birthday* thank u queen!!
user8 ynln bestie that is SO real of u
ynln you're extra sappy today
lewishamilton ynln it's your birthday of course i'm sappy. i'm always sappy for you.
ynln lewishamilton loser
lewishamilton ynln just for you
user9 ynln lewishamilton i'm gonna jump off a cliff
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ynln i was lucky to have been there during your glory days, but i think i was even luckier to get to support you through one of the most difficult moments in your career and maybe even your life back in 2021 because i know that those dark days would not last forever. i hope you know that you deserve every bit of this win, my darling angel. i love you so much lewishamilton.
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user1 i feel so normal about this caption
user2 what kind of friends call each other sweetheart and my darling angel
user3 user2 ikr like atp they're def oblivious
user4 user3 or maybe they're just scared to confess bcs they don't want to ruin their friendship
user5 user2 there's no way that they're dating like have u guys seen his dating history? he likes older women (nicole, shakira). yn is only 30. maybe they really are just friends
user6 user5 yeah now that u mention her age...... kinda weird to ship them idk
user7 user6 girl she's a grown ass adult woman tf are u on about đđ
zendaya send my congrats to him â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
ynln zendaya i will!!
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âđ đđŚđđŤâ đ đ - đŚ. đŹđđŽđŤđ§đ˘đ¨đĽđ¨
𫧠matt sturniolo x fem!reader
𫧠in which you play dress to impress with matt during one of his solo streams
𫧠fluff
𫧠1.4k words.
𫧠hi lovelies!! thank u so much for reading! i was playing dress to impress and i was like just thinking like when i say im a gamer this is what i mean. i play the silly fun games. so i wanted to write matt with a girl like that as well. i hope u enjoy!!!! much love!! <3 masterlist
You sat on the bed, back against the headboard and one headphone in your ear watching Matt play Fortnite. It could honestly get a little boring, but Matt was cute to look at when he got upset, so you persevered.
âOh, yeah sheâs right over here,â you hear Matt say with a chuckle. You look up from your hand where you were peeling a piece of nail polish off your finger to see him leaning over looking at you.
âHi,â He says with a grin.
âHello. Werenât you just playing Fortnite?â
âMhm. But they asked about you,â he says, pointing his thumb to where the Twitch chat is on his screen.
âAh,â you let out, getting up from the bed, you make your way over to Matt and sit yourself down on his lap.
âHey yâall,â you say with a wave. âHow is everyone? I hope youâre behaving yourselves.â
You feel Matt place his chin on your shoulder as you're reading through chat.
ââWhere did you get that shirt?â Well, thank you for asking mattsbabygirl33, I found it in the depths of Nick's closet. Swear that kid has too many clothes,â you answer with a small laugh.
ââThoughts on cuddling?â I love cuddles! Matt and I alternate between big and little spoon throughout the week!â
âDonât tell,â Matt grumbles, burying his face into your neck. You reach a hand up to run it through his hair.
âSorry love,â you laugh.
âI think as penance you have to finally give in and play a game on stream.â
âCan I at least pick the game?â
ââCourse,â Matt says, placing a kiss on your cheek.
You grin and lean forward, placing your hands on the mouse and keyboard.
âDonât look, I want it to be a surprise!â
âOk,â you hear Matt chuckle as you click around, before you start typing, then more clicking.
âAlright! You can look now!â
âWhat,â Matt asks slowly, âare we playing exactly?â Heâs eying the block model on screen with confusion, and it makes you giggle.
âDress To Impress! Itâs a game on Roblox! I play it all the time when itâs real slow at work.â
âOkay. How do we play?â
âSo, well right now weâre in intermission, but once thatâs over weâll be given a theme, and then weâll have to dress up to the theme, and then weâll model and vote, and see who ranks in the end. Then we do it over again.â
âOkay, sounds easy enough.â
You smile as you look at the screen noticing intermission is gonna be over in six seconds.
You eagerly lean forward, placing your hand on the keyboard. Grinning once you see the theme pop up.
đđđđđđ
You got this in the bag. You practically grew up on Barbie.
You look over at Matt. âReady?â
âTotally.â
You start moving your model around, making your way over to skirts to start off your look, going for the classic Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. Once youâve chosen your skirt and changed the color to fuchsia, you start looking for a top, then move on to shoes, before moving on to accessories.
âYou have two minutes left!â Matt informs you.
âOh trust me thatâs plenty of time,â You respond, making your way towards the salon section to do hair and makeup.
âWhich blonde looks better?â You ask Matt, switching between the two colors.
âSecond one.â
You nod. âI was thinkin the same.â
You click the spacebar and watch your model hop out of the chair before you make your way over to the skin tone changer.
As soon as your model hops out, the screen goes black and states that voting is about to start.
The first model starts walking down the car walk and stops to pose and for you to vote.
âWhat the hell?â Matt says. âTheyâre not even on theme!â
âYeah, that happens a lot,â You say with a sigh, keeping the vote on one star.
You and Matt vote and commentate on the next few outfits before itâs your turn.
âOh, itâs us!â You clap happily. âOk we have to pose,â you add after, moving the mouse toward the poses.
âI wanna pick,â Matt says, reaching over, making you move your hand.
âYou gotta be quick with it.â
âGot it,â he says. You watch as he clicks through the poses, his tongue peeking out a little in concentration.
âOh, our turns up!â
âWe were the last to go, so now we see the top three winners.â
You both watch the screen change to announce the top three, the both of you hoping to be up on the podium somewhere.
âWhat the fuck!?â Matt exclaims, throwing his hands up, his brows furrowing. âNone of them were even on theme!â
âAs it happens,â you sigh, scrolling to see where you ended up ranking. Sixth place out of eight.
âI wanna play again,â Matt decides. âBut I wanna dress the model this time.â
âAlright,â you agree easily. âWe'll just have to wait in intermission before weâre given a new theme.â
You feel Matt nod as he rests his head back on your shoulder as you start to undress your model.
ââThis is why I canât play this game, itâs just filled with nine year olds who donât understand the themeâ Yeah, I feel you,â you respond to the chat. âThatâs why I only really play when itâs slow at work, cause then I canât publicly get too pissed.â
Youâre reading through the chat, seeing if thereâs anything else you wanna respond to when Matt taps your thigh.
âEight seconds,â he mutters.
âWell, youâre dressing to impress this round, so get your hands ready mister.â
His hands snake around you to land on the keyboard and mouse and as soon as they land the next theme appears on screen.
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âOh this should be so easy!â You gasp. âAll you have to do is channel your inner Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, even Tarayummy!â
âYouâve got this,â you say, placing an encouraging kiss on Mattâs cheek.
âMhm,â he hums, concentrating on getting his model over to the shirts he seen you pass earlier.
As Matt moves around to dress his model, you start reading through the chat again.
ââMattâs concentration and commitment to such a silly game is honestly so cute wtfâ Yes yes, I would have to agree, cvntynickk,â you laugh.
ââY/N, we need you here more often so he plays more than just fortnite!â Ah, thatâs kind of you chappellswift, but I donât wanna be intruding too much,â you respond with a shy smile.
âNever intruding,â Matt mutters.
You smile at that, but it wonât stop the feeling.
ââHow to have a relationship like Y/N & Matt, no borax no glue plsssâ Just find someone who treats you right and respects you and the rest should really fall into place,â you say with a smile.
âDone!â Matt says.
You look over at the game and let out a gasp.
âMatt you did really good!â You look over at him to grin at him brightly.
âThanks,â he says with a shy smile and slightly reddening cheeks.
The screen changes and voting commences. You and Matt go through the same process as last time. You watch Matt carefully choose each rating like this is America's Next Top Model and not a silly Roblox game.
Once itâs time for the winners to be announced, you feel Matt sit up just that bit straighter, and you struggle to reign in your smile at how serious heâs taking this.
The top three are revealed and,
âWhat the fuck!â Matt yelps out. âThis is bullshit! None of what theyâre wearing is y2k at all!â
He reaches over to see where he ranked and you watch as he stops and sees he got fifth place.
âFuck this,â Matt huffs, leaning back in his chair. âIâm done with this game.â
âAlright then drama queen,â you laugh, exiting out.
âThank you for having me, but Iâm gonna go and get a treat now because I need my daily dose of sugar. Hopefully Chris didnât eat all the donuts,â you mutter, placing a kiss on Mattâs head as you get up; Matt trying to get you to stay but not too hard knowing how you get without your sugar dose.
You wave bye to chat as well. âMaybe you guys will see me next time.â
âIâm so in love with her,â Matt says quietly to chat, but you hear it as you close his bedroom door; it makes a giddy smile appear on your face.
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Ok so i have this fic idea where reader and mig are from different universes and reader is a scientist and one time mig and her get drunk and start talking about the multiverse and suddenly they are on the topic of what would happen if people from different universes had a baby together. (You see where i am going with this...) they end up drunkenly fucking and saying it's for "research" because they can't admit to themselves that they are in love. If this request is too complicated feel free to ignore. Thank you in advance cherry!! I hope u have a marvelous new year!! đ
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Oral Sex, Mentions of Animal Testing (for science), Breeding Kink
A/N: Thank you, love! I hope you're well!!!
You know there is a process.
And you know this isn't it.
There are supposed to be hypotheses and written out procedures. Dependent and independent variables, a control group. Fucking hell, you should be experimenting on fucking mice. You should be limiting the margins of error, should be going with the most direct, straightforward pursuit for results.
And yet...
You don't stop Miguel when he pushes you back onto the couch. You don't pause or even really think when he's pushing your pants down your legs, placing kisses along the skin as he goes. You lift your hips to aid him when his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, shivering when his warm breath fans over your exposed sex. If this experiment was in any sense proper, you would get straight into it. Cut out all the unneeded steps. But you can't help but pull his head closer to your aching core, craving the way his warm tongue laps at you. If you weren't already drunk, you would be drunk on this feeling alone.
But god, nothing has even been more satisfying than doing the work. You know the data would be void in a real experiment. The trials bleeding into each other hardly make for adequate data, but the way you beg him for more is involuntary. It feels too good, to have him desperately thrusting into you. It makes your mind numb, and everything you know about your life's passion is erased. The only thing that fills your head is the words Miguel grunts into you ears, promises of fucking a baby into you. Vows to make you bloated with load after load of his cum. That all it'll take is one of his orgasms to make it happen.
You guess that is a hypothesis in itself: Miguel O'Hara can get you pregnant with just one orgasm.
Too bad he's too desperate to find out if that hypothesis is correct. Because he doesn't stop at one. No, he keeps going. One after the other with no breaks in-between. But you guess that's to be expected, he is a man of science himself. A passionate one at that.
He's almost crazed in the way he overstimulates himself. Sweat beading in his hairline as he grunts down at you, watching the way he creamy cock slides in and out of your abused pussy. You've lost count of how many times you've come alone, but you know based on the way your body shivers and jolts that it's far more than you've ever had before. It's almost painful now, the way your next orgasm rips through you and shatters your soul again. You let out strangled breaths as you fight through the aftershocks and the continued pleasure of Miguel's cock slamming against your cervix. You swear you black out before he finally stops, your eyes and mind groggy as he pulls your hips flush against his as he spills into you.
You can feel him trying to push deeper into you as he pants ruggedly, his cock twitching against your walls until he's milked dry. Even when he's done filling you, he stays connected. He collapses onto you, breathing in the linger smell of sweat and sex on your skin.
"Got to make sure it takes."
Well, does the process really matter if you get the desired result anyway?
Part 2 Part 3
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FIX THAT ATTITUDE - LN
warnings: smut !! MDNI !! semi public sex, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), withholding orgasms, overstim, light choking, unprotected sex, implied aftercare
3.4k words (sorry i had a LOT to say) (not proof read)
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âyou wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?â lando whispered harshly in her ear, his hands resting on her hips as he stood behind her. to anyone looking at them, the exchange looked nothing more than a romantic moment between the young couple, but y/n knew better.
she had barely seen him for 3 weeks, with him travelling for races, and then training and meetings when he was home, her behaviour was a cry for help.
sheâd tried everything. brushing past his crotch when she walked past him, bending over in front of her vanity to apply her lipstick, even hiking her dress up dangerously high when she sat in the passenger seat of his car, dragging her fingers up his veiny arms when his hand came to rest on her thigh. but still, he didnât react, he simply smiled at her like she was an angel, softly stroking the top of her thigh without even a second glance in her direction.
she didnât want to be treated like an angel, she didnât want soft. she wanted to be fucked from every angle, covered in their sweat. she wanted him to use her until she was sore, legs shaking, clawing at his bare skin for anything to ground her in reality.
so, y/n got to work. complimenting oscar on his suit, smiling a little much and for a little too long at any man that approached her, twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers throughout entire conversations, all whilst ignoring lando, only acknowledging him when she wanted another drink.
he wasnât stupid, he caught on quickly, but he let her continue. sheâd get what she wanted, but he wanted her to work for it. he was jealous, sure, but he trusted her to not take it too far, and god did he find it amusing watching her try so hard to provoke a reaction from him.
âyou wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?â
the unwavering grip on her hip, sure to leave bruises - even through the layers of her dress - landoâs glares and tensed jaw. was she scared? no. was this exactly the reaction she was hoping for? well, she hadnât worn that short black dress that dropped a little too low on her chest for lando to simply open the door for her and hold her hand like a gentleman. she wanted him, and she wanted him bad. she was desperate for any ounce of his attention.
âiâd love to see you try,â she whispered in response, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder, so her words could only be heard by him, her back arching as she did. he pulled her waist in roughly, rolling his hips into her slightly.
âyou think anyone here could have you writhing underneath them like i do? you think they could make you feel so good you forget your own name? iâd love to see them try,â he added, sending shivers down her spine and straight to the base of her stomach. he said no more, instead, he moved to stand beside her, taking her hand in his and guiding them to sit in a nearby booth. oscar sat opposite them, glancing up in concern at the red flush rising on y/nâs face.
ây/n? you good?â he asked.
âshe doesnât feel too good,â lando answered for her, his hand resting on her thigh, âcombination of a long day and too much socialising, i think,â he adds, his eyebrows raising at her when he mentioned socialising.
âyou know me,â she interjects, taking the chance to speak for herself, âsocial situations without a drink in my hand donât mix.â
the men chuckled lightly at her response, before discussing an upcoming meeting that oscar had forgotten about, all the while, landoâs fingers toyed with the base of her dress, pushing the material further and further up her legs. she was thankful that the large table and dim lighting hid the way her hips rolled into his hand as his fingers came to stroke over the lace of her underwear. he pulled his hand away quickly, moving to grab his drink as she whimpered quietly at the loss of contact.
âyou ok, angel?â lando asked her, feigning innocence, as he held the back of his hand up to her forehead, ây/n, youâre burning up,â he added, biting back a smirk.
âthereâs an outside area, through that door there,â oscar told them, pointing to his left, âget some fresh air, it might help.â
âthanks, mate,â lando said, pulling the girl up to stand, her hands tugging her dress back down as he did, âill see you later, yeah?â
the boys nodded a quick bye at each other as the couple walked in the direction of the door, the fresh air engulfing the two of them as the door closed behind them.
âyou need to learn to behave yourself,â lando started, glancing around at the empty patio before pushing her roughly against a nearby wall, âwhimpering like that when i barely touched you.â
âim sorry,â she replied, kissing his jaw lightly.
âyouâre sorry? no, you wanted this. acting up all night like a desperate little whore,â he spat, before pressing a harsh kiss to her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth as their teeth clashed slightly from the force. the kiss was messy and heated, one hand resting on her jaw, the other on her waist as his rolled his hips into hers. she moaned into his mouth, tugging lightly at his curls as he pulled her leg up, his hardening bulge grazing her lace panties, exposed as her dressed rolled further up her thighs.
ânot here,â he groaned in her ear, pulling back and letting her leg drop for her to stand.
âyou didnât care before,â she retorted, her hands grabbing at his jaw to kiss him again, âplaying with me in front of oscar like that.â
ânot risking someone walking out and seeing whatâs mine,â he said again, grabbing her hand before walking around to the valet. y/n trailed behind him, taking large steps in a bid to keep up with his pace with only his arm to leverage the distance he put between them.
the car ride was tense, the silence heavy as she waited for lando to do something, anything. instead, both hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. the anticipation had her clit pulsing, blood running hard and fast through her body as she sought for any friction to relieve her. y/n wriggled in her seat, repositioning herself over and over again with no such luck.
âis my pretty girl so desperate she canât even sit still?â lando taunted, glancing to his side to watch as she sat fully upright, shoes abandoned in the footwell. she brought one leg up on the seat, her head resting on her knee as her free hand moved over the grab his from the steering wheel.
âplease, lan,â she begged, guiding his hand to rest on her thigh.
âweâre almost there,â he countered, yet his hand still gripped at the flesh of her thigh, releasing only to stroke his fingers along the skin, closer to her heat.
âjust do something, please lan. iâll do anything you want, just need you now please,â she said, pleading with him again. his fingers grazed her panties finally, pulling the fabric to the side as his fingers slid through her folds softly, coating his fingertips in the wetness sheâd built up throughout the evening.
âso desperate, so wet for me,â he said, rubbing small circles into her clit as he patronised her, âcouldnât just behave for one night could you? just had to try and rile me up to get your way, huh?â
âjust missed you is all,â she panted out, head rolling back as he pinched at her clit, she was getting close, âwanted you all night, just you.â
âtoo late for you to act cute, y/n,â he warned, âyou wanted this. youâll get what you want, you just need to be taught a lesson.â
he pulled his hand away, resting it on the back of her head rest as he turned to reverse into the parking spot. she whimpered at the loss of contact, having her climax snatched away from her, her sounds sending blood rushing back to his cock.
this was a game they played, he was never truly mad at her, he knew her bids to make him jealous were just that - bids. heâd do anything to see her smile, anything to be close to her, anything to show his gratitude for every little thing she does for him. if she wanted it rough, sheâd get it rough. if she wanted gentle, heâd be gentle.
and right now, she wanted him between her legs.
lando pushed her down on their bed, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her heat closer to him. he pulls at the sides of her panties, toying with the fabric before slowly pulling them down her legs when she moans at him to hurry up. sheâs resting on her forearms, staring down at him as he rolls the sleeves of his white shirt up, her hair falling down her back as she rolls her hips up, desperate for him.
âpatience, angel. taking my time with you,â he says, breaking the silence. he wraps an arm around her leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he rests his forearm over her stomach, stopping her wriggling. his finger returns to her folds, still slick from earlier, as he pushes a digit inside her, feeling the stretch around him. he pumps into her a few times, before adding a second finger, twisting them into her, feeling the way her walls contracted around them.
âmore, please,â she moaned out. he simply chuckled at her.
he ignored her, fingers never faltering as he curled them up in her, hitting a spot that had her struggling to arch her back as he pinned her down into the mattress. he moved his head closer to her heat, dropping it to the side to rest on her leg, lightly kissing at her inner thigh and nipping at the skin. his eyes flittering from looking into hers before moving back to watch as his fingers disappeared inside her. she tightened around him, her breathing heavier as she got closer to finishing.
lando retracted his fingers, pushing her leg from his shoulder as he stood to look down at her.
âwhat the fuck?â she stated as her orgasm slipped away from her for the second time this evening.
âi told you. good girls get to cum. whores get taught a lesson,â he replied, hovering over her as he pushed the same two fingers into her mouth. she whined at him, muffled as her tongue ran along them, tasting herself.
he moved back, eyes dropping to her chest as he pulled her dress down. he stopped at her breasts, thankful for the lack of bra, as the tight material pushed the flesh upwards, her nipples hardening as he leant down to blow softly on them. one hand propped himself up, the other moved to grasp at the flesh, squeezing it roughly. his head dropped, taking her other nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around them, teeth nipping at the surrounding skin. he dropped his grip on her other breast, fingers moving to tug at her, her back arching, chest rising into his touch.
âlove these,â lando groaned, pulling away to look down at her again. her hair fanned around her head, chest rising and falling with hesitant breaths. he dropped to his knees again, face to face with her heat. with no warning, his face dove into her folds, licking a stripe from her hole, nose nudging at her clit.
âtaste so good,â he mumbled, though he doubted she heard him, as he moved back to circle his tongue around her clit. his hands pawed at her thigh again, gripping the flesh as she pulled her legs up, wrapping them over his shoulders. landoâs free hand reached up, gripping her breast again, fingers flicking at her nipple. he could hear her moaning out his name, almost like a chant, his trousers growing unbearably tight.
âlan- fuck, so good.â
he groaned in response, sending vibrations through her heat. her legs tightened around his head, desperate for more, trying to hold on to her orgasm.
âim gonn-â
âhold it.â he said, slapping at her thigh lightly.
âi can-â she started, words halted as her climax washed over her. she tried to hold it, but the overstimulation from the previous assaults took over, pushing her to her finish, legs tightening further around his head as her hips rolled up. his nose brushing her clit again as she rode out her high, using his face.
when she caught her breath, her legs relaxed. lando crawled up her body, his crotch pressing against her heat as he did. he held back a moan.
âi told you to hold it,â he said, hand coming to squeeze lightly at the base of her throat.
âi know, im sorry, i tried, im sorry,â she rambled, panting in between each statement.
âi know you tried,â he cooed at her, mocking, as her hands came to undo the buttons of his shirt, pushing the material away from him. his sat back on his knees, taking the shirt off and launching it across the room as she sat back up, resting on her forearms.
she glanced down at his crotch, noticing the way his bulge strained against his suit trousers, the pressure enough that the zip was starting to roll down by itself. y/nâs hand reached out, palming him through the material before fiddling to unzip them fully, tugging the button out from the loop.
âlet me make it up to you,â she begged, eyes blown wide as she stared up into his. he nearly folded at the sight, a groan getting caught in the back of his throat. he didnât respond, he simply leaned forward, laying her back down on the bed as he pressed a heated kiss to her lips, his tongue grazing her bottom lip before pulling back to press kisses along her jaw, his hand returning to squeeze the base of her neck, harder this time.
ânot tonight,â he groaned in her ear, rolling his hips over hers slightly.
lando tried to keep up the poker face but she pouted at him, turning her face, as her eyes questioned him. his head dropped to her neck again, sucking lightly at the skin.
âif i even think about you with my cock rammed down your throat, ill cum - and iâd quite like to feel that tight pussy around my dick,â he laughed softly, as did she, her smile sending warmth spreading through his stomach.
her legs raised around his back rolling the two over so that she straddled his waist, his hips jutting upwards at the weight of her sat on his clothed cock. he wriggled the two of them up the bed, so that he sat upright against the headboard, his trousers shuffling down in the processes, his boxers soon after.
his cock sprang up, hitting his stomach. y/n isnât sure heâs ever been this hard. hell, lando isnât sure heâs ever been this hard.
her hand moved to him, thumb running over his tip spreading pre cum down his shaft, his sensitivity causing him to momentarily forget who was supposed to be in charge. landoâs hands moved to grab hers, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders, before dropping them back to her waist to raise her hips up above his cock.
âyou cum when i say you can,â he stated, eyes staring directly into hers, her eyelids fluttering from exhaustion. she nodded at him. his free hand lined his tip at her entrance, running it through her folds a few times to use her slick to prepare himself. she began lowering her hips, assuming she was taking the lead. however, when she had taken only half of his shaft, his hands gripped her hips, pushing her roughly down, filling her completely.
âfuck,â she whined, as he continued to pull at her hips, the two of them working together to maintain the pace he set as she slid up and back down his cock. his moans filled the room, his head rolling back slightly at the feeling of her tight walls clamping around him every time he bottomed out. one of her hands gripped the headboard, the other playing with the curls at the back of his head as he leant back forwards to take her nipple in his mouth, a free hand helping to grip at her flesh.
âlan, fuck. too big,â y/n whimpered again, as his hips moved to thrust up into her, taking back control of the situation.
âtoo big?â he laughed, ânever complained before,â he added before pressing a kiss on her jaw.
his hand moved back up to her neck, finger stroking the small bruises forming on her skin.
âyou think anyone else could fuck you like this?â he asked, his grip around her neck tightening, her eyes shutting at the overwhelming pleasure racking her whole body.
âeyes open,â he told her, and she pried her eyes open to stare into his. her pupils were blown, and he imagined his looked the same, noises escaped her open mouth, no longer able to form words.
âgood girl, taking me so well,â he praised her, noticing the way her body began to slump, her walls tightening around his cock as he continued his brutal thrusts into her, âwho else could make you feel this good?â he asked her, but she simply whimpered in response, words caught in the back of her throat.
his hand left her neck, slapping softly as her cheek as her eyes closed again.
âwho else?â he asked again, tone harsh.
âno one,â she stuttered, âonly you.â
âgood girl. you gonna come for me?â
she nodded desperately, no longer sure if she was asking him or telling him.
âcan you hold it for a little longer?â he asked, eyes looking softly into hers despite the intensity of the pace he set, âwanna come with you.â
âplease, lan. i need t-â
âi know,â he leveraged with her, âim almost there baby,â he added, fingers dropping to toy with her overstimulated clit, her body arching forwards so that her head rested on his shoulder, arms tightly wrapping around his back.
she felt his thrusts falter, his pace slowing as his jutted up into her inconsistently.
âthatâs it, baby. come with me, come for me.â
she felt herself let go, waves of climax washing over her again as her entire body shook around him. the walls of her heat, tightening and relaxing as she finished, the feeling pulling lando to his own finishes, each contraction milking his cock as ropes of cum shot into her.
the couple fell silent, lando remained inside of her as she curled into him further, both panting, trying to catch their breaths.
âfuck me that was -â she started, unable to find the words to finish her sentence. she didnât need to though, he knew what she wanted to say as he hummed in agreement. he rolled the two over, pulling slowly out of her as her face scrunched up from the sting. he looked between the two of them, looking at the mixture of both climaxes coating his own shaft and the top of her thighs, leaking onto her dress slightly.
âyou wanna shower?â he asked her, resuming domestic conversation between the two.
âi donât think i can walk,â she said, smiling, as she rolled onto her back and throwing her arms to either side of her body. she was a sight to behold, fucked out, hair messy and the dress they never took off sat scrunched up around her stomach leaving her mostly exposed. he laughed at the sight, not in jest, but admiration for the woman before him.
âcome on,â lando said softly, moving round to her side of the bed, âletâs get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes.â
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deadpool / wade wilson request !
minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!
please reblog if you like it!
word count: 1.3k
warnings: oral sex (m receiving), established relationship, swallowing cum (lol), slight face-fucking (kinda)! lmk if i missed anything <3
a/n: this is based off of an ask that i accidentally deleted so i hope you see this, anon!!!!!! you must be living in my brain because i was just thinking about this when your ask came through and decided i had to drop everything to write it!! thank u for the request, i hope this finds you!! <3
You could tell from the second Wade stepped through the door of your shared apartment, shoulders tight and suit dirty, that it'd been a bad day.
So you're not shocked that you've ended up in this position, head resting against Wade's thigh as you hug his leg, his boot periodically tapping up to graze your clit through your thin shorts, drawing a whimper from your lips as you lazily stroke his thick cock.
You look up at him as you slowly stroke his length, thumb brushing over the slit teasingly before sliding your hand all the way down to the base. He watches you through the whites of his mask, chin pressed to his chest, his glove-clad hand on the back of your head, fingers carding through your hair softly. His hips buck up as you gently squeeze his cock.
"..Fuck, doll-face," he almost whines, and you can tell his brows are furrowed through the mask. His hip buck again, and he gently pushes your head towards his dick.
You smile up at him, his eyes never leaving yours as you plant a kiss to his tip, slowly working your hand up the rest of his length. Wade groans from above you, rolling his head back to rest on the cushions of the living room couch.
You tut, holding Wade's cock by the base with one hand as you press soft kisses up his length, your other hand resting against his suit-clad thigh.
"Bit desperate today, Wade-y?" you tease, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a particularly sloppy kiss to the tip of his cock, your saliva leaking down his length.
You know it's been a bad day when he doesn't play along with your teasing, instead grabbing his cock and bringing the gloved hand that was resting in your hair to your chin, his thumb popping into your mouth and prying it open, before he slides his cock past your lips, his hand returning to your head to gently push you into motion.
You moan around his length as he tangles your hair between his fingers, yanking it softly as he guides your mouth on his cock. You can almost feel his smirk as you slide your lips over his tip, tongue circling the plump head as you keep eye contact with him, your hand fisting what's not in your mouth, the whites of his mask narrowed down at you.
You loved fucking Wade in his suit. Especially when he kept the mask on. You loved him, and loved being able to see his face while you fucked, but last time Wade fucked you in the suit, you came so hard that you blacked out for a second. And, right now, with the red mask looking down at you, the white eyes of it almost sneering, you can't help but grind against Wade's shoe, in desperate need of any friction.
He feels it too, though he's nearly lost in bliss, groans slipping from his lips every time you run your tongue down the vein that runs along his length, cock throbbing in your hand. He chokes out a chuckle as you take him further down your throat.
"Who's the desperate one now, huh hotstuff?" He spits teasingly, hand nestling into your hair once again as he pushes you further down onto his cock, his hips lifting slightly off the couch as he bucks into your warm mouth, drool pooling at the corners of your lips as you gag slightly, moaning around his length.
He chuckles meanly, but is stifled by his own grunt as the vibration of you moaning around him sends a shiver up his spine. He throws his head back, a wet sucking noise sounding around the room as he guides your head on his cock at a quicker pace, hips lifting slightly to meet your lips.
Wade relishes in the noises you make as you shove his cock deeper and deeper down your throat, a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva slobbered on his lower abdomen as you look up at him with blood-shot eyes. His foot begins its rhythmic tapping, the buckle hitting your clit perfectly, causing your eyes roll back in your head as you grind down to meet it, your moan choked (literally) by Wade's cock as it bruises the back of your throat.
Your moans send vibrations down his cock, and Wade fucking whimpers as you deep-throat him, your nose presses to the little bit of hair at the base of his dick.
He holds your there, gloved hand twirled into your hair as he coos at you, "...Fucking shit, angel... you're takin' me so good, doll..."
You can tell he's about to cum, his cock throbbing against your tongue as it bobs against the roof your mouth. You bring a hand down to play with his balls, gently dragging your manicured nails across the sensitive skin.
He lets out a hoarse moan and lets go of your head, allowing you to pull of his cock, gasping for air briefly, before bringing your mouth back to the tip, sucking on the head as you swirl your tongue teasingly around his slit.
"...Shit, baby... m'gonna..." he groans, bucking into your mouth as his head falls back against the couch cushions again, his hands coming down to fall into your hair, gloved fingers running through it softly.
You suck the head of his cock, looking up at him through watery eyelashes as you pump the rest of his cock with your hand. Wade, his hands curled into your hair, pulls you off his cock, his hand flying to your jaw, pulling it open softly.
"..Open up, baby," he commands, hand thats not on your jaw coming down to hold his cock to your soft pink, swollen, lips.
"C'mon princess, y'know the drill," Wade scolds, sounding almost disappointed that he has to tell you, "tongue out."
You obey instantly, tongue lolling out of your mouth as Wade's grip tightens slightly on your jaw, holding your mouth open as he places his heavy cock back onto your tongue, gently tugging on it a few times before his stomach tightens and he groans, a guttural noise that shoots straight to your cunt where it leaks onto his shoe.
Wade's head lolls back as he cums, soft whimpers coming from behind his mask as his hips stop and stutter, thick strips of his cum shooting into your mouth. His cock goes soft against your tongue, and he pulls it out of your mouth, tucking himself back into the suit before sitting forward on the lounge.
Though he still has the mask on, you can basically see his expectant facial expression, lips pulled into a smirk and his eyes narrowed. You know what he wants, and who are you to refuse him?
You open your mouth once again, sticking your tongue out so that Wade can see his spend coating your tongue and sliding down into the back of your throat.
He groans, and you know he's dramatically rolling his eyes back into his head as he speaks, "..Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, princess."
You smile as well as you can with a mouth full of cum, before swallowing and sticking your tongue out for Wade to inspect.
"S'all gone," he states proudly, one hand still on your chin as he finally pulls his mask off, yanking you forward into a searing kiss, pulling you up from off of the floor and onto his lap.
You grin, settling yourself in his lap and pressing soft kisses around his face. He laughs, swatting you away playfully.
"S'your bad day all fixed now, baby?" you ask, voice soft as you press a kiss to Wade's jawline before resting your head on his suit-clad chest.
Wade chuckles from above you, a hand coming up to gently stroke your shoulder, "Baby, I've forgotten all about my bad day, thanks to you."
You're sat like that, in comfortable silence for a minimum of 30 seconds before Wade is shooting up, pulling you to sit next to him on the couch.
"Actually! No I fuckin' didn't! Let me tell you what Colossus told me today, angel!"
You giggle at his enthusiasm, settling into a comfortable position as Wade recounts his 'absolutely horrible' day.
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convenient pt.3 | ÂˇË ŕź spencer reid ,,
pt. 1 | pt.2 (you cannot read this without prior reading)
summary - spencer likes the girl from the convenience store
warnings - awkward conversations and long silences, both of them being hopeless romantics, allergies/sickness
genre - fluff!!! college!fem!reader x earlyseasons!spencer
a/n - thank you for the love and support on this series. it goes without saying i appreciate all of you all 𫶠thank u @raevyng for the cameo. sorry this is short, itâs either i upload this part or i make yâall wait for another week - i like you guys too much to do that.
âgood job on youâre stem cell report, y/n. it was very informed and unique. i liked the, now who was it⌠william blake quote you included!â the teacher spoke before a class of 60. it was back to teaching new information before the next assessment, you were just about finished typing the professorâs notes before she spoke up. the mention of your name nearly made you jump.
a few of the students looked back up at you, some looking around because they had no clue who you were. you liked it better that way.
you also had no idea who william blake was.
âoh- um. thanks.â you say barely above a whisper. professor raena simply smiled and pushed back her shoulder length bob from her face. she started talking again, so did your friend.
âthanks? the professor whoâs known to call out people for their incompetence more than smile in the classroom just praised you. thatâs all you had to say?â
maybe logan wasnât your friend per say. maybe she was just someone who sat next to you the first class and also happened to be your neighbour. she was stubborn and straight-forward, insanely intelligent and also smelt great. but she was caring, and gave you tough love when you needed it.
you glanced at her and smiled awkwardly, âi didnât have much time to think about an answer.â
âi spend most of my time thinking about what iâd say to professor raena if she ever complimented me.â
âthatâs because your-â you suddenly muffle a cough into your hand, âobsessed with her.â you bring out a small packet of tissues from your bag and wipe your nose, nose reddening. logan leans slightly away from you and you roll your eyes.
âyouâre not going to catch anything, itâs just allergies.â you lean back and try to continue typing notes but logan continues,
âyou should go home, have some medicine, get some sleep.â
âi canât, iâve got work.â you whispered, a man in front of you turning around to shoot you with a side eye.
âyouâve told me multiple times that your manager wouldnât care if you stole from the store. iâve also told you many times i also donât care.â
âyeah well⌠i like working there, thatâs all.â
she rolls her eyes again, and waves you off, her long brown hair blocking her disappointed expression from you.
you stayed loyal to your job for two nights, for nothing. sure you got paid, and sure you got to steal some strawberry milk to ease your throat for a couple of minutes, but it felt boring. you actually started to file through the month old magazines you sold for double the price of a new one. you almost made it a third day without dying of allergies (and another secret feeling of sickness you constantly ignored), before you decided you were over it.
you stood up, flipped the door sign so the word âopenâ faced you, and turned off half of the fluorescent lights before someone was suddenly in the corner of your eyes. spencer was opening the door so quickly you thought you were being robbed, you wouldnât have seen him if not for the bell ringing on his entry.
ây/n.â he panted, watching your fingers hover over the last light switch. there was two lights left flickering softly above the front door and the check out desk. he looked stoic in the light, dressed in a grey sweater a little too big for him (like his mother had bought it for him telling him heâd grow into it) and black slacks. he seemed to have gotten a trim, his hair just under his ears now. âyou donât close until 1.â
he was confused, eyes wandering with a light hint of relief. like he was happy he didnât miss you.
âyeah.â is all you said before you turned away from the light switch and returned to the register, assuming he would get his usual. but he didnât keep walking, he just turned his body to face you. his eyes were expectant, delirious in a way like he needed something from you.
it was silent before the tension literally forced you to speak, ��um. i need to close the store before i pass out. so i can uh⌠get home alive.â you look down and realise the pile of tissues before you was making a mountain, quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in an over filled bin.
âum.â a cat caught his tongue, he looked down to his feet.
spencer was sitting in his desk chair, scrolling on his government provided computer through forums and websites on âhow to ask out a girl.â not realising a majority of his team was reading them as well. he heard a small, familiar giggle behind him, quickly closing the tab and turning his head to be met with many other faces. jj slapped garcia on the shoulder with a smile, whoâs hand was over her mouth, morgan and emily also smiling. spencer sighed and was about to cover for himself before morgan stepped in,
âlook, pretty boy. no websites or article is ever going to teach you how to ask out a girl. they know nothing.â
emily joined, âyeah, none of those things are going to work. i mean, one of those said âdonât take no for an answerâ. thatâs straight up harassment.â she chuckled. morgan walked forward and placed a hand on spencerâs shoulder.
âall you have to do is talk. learn to what she likes, and be confident.â
âthatâs easy for you to say.â spencer mumbled.
âwho is this girl anyways? whoâs taking our genius away from us?â garcia asked, today her hair was adorned with green themed pieces and a small pink flower clip.
spencer couldnât help but let the corners of his mouth perk up when he thought about the girl who worked at the convenience store. the girl whoâs report honestly impressed him. the girl who knew his total without looking at the register. the girl who called him good looking without noticing, like it slipped off of her tongue with no second thought. âjust someone.â
you were not just someone.
âyeah you should get home. you look terrible.â spencerâs eyes widened as you raised an eyebrow, âno i mean- not terrible- you never look or have ever looked terrible- i just meant today- no you- like youâre sick and obviously- i mean you donât obviously look terrible- itâs just uhâŚâ he nodded at himself after he noticed a smile creeping onto your face. âyou know what i mean.â
âi know i look terrible, thank you.â he was slowly walking up to the register.
âyou really should go home, i shouldnât keep you here because of some coffee.â
you eyes stung and were puffed in redness, you nose dried yet running, eyebrow lines permanent from warding off a migraine. any other customer you would stay for, but you felt less guilty with him. not because you didnât care, because you knew he did.
âyeah, thank you.â you grabbed your bag, put your empty water bottle into it and walked over to the lights, turning off the last ones, leaving you both in darkness. spencer was waiting for you, quite creepily as he was basically just a block of void. âyou sure you donât need your 3 minute lasagne?â you joked, and he smiled.
âno, this is fine.â
this? them? you thought this man was articulate.
you opened the door with a key-accessed button that automatically locked it after it closed, and walked into the warm streetlight with spencer.
âbye spencer.â you looked up to him only to find his eyes already on you. his face was plain of emotion, except maybe it was just the lighting that made you think he looked disappointed. not at you, at himself. he was silent, hands making their way into his pockets. it was a habit, you had learned. âwhatâs wrong spencer?â you asked softly, sniffling immediately after.
it was cold, the wind let a stray piece of hair cross your stuffy features.
âdo you like old bookstores, y/n?â
you blinked, taken aback. âyeah. i like old bookstores.â you huddled into your sweater, a darker grey compared to his with a large font displaying your university.
âokay, goodbye y/n. see you tomorrow.â he hurried off into his car and you followed him with you eyes in curiosity.
you were already walking away before he could turn around and ask you something, he felt like he had missed his chance. but there would be more. spencer closed his eyes in frustration and took a breath, starting his car before texting the teamâs group chat.
âAttempt One failed. đđâ
there was a string of messages after but he didnât read them. all he could think about was the percentage of people who die alone, and then the percentage of people who are like you.
the next night he appeared at the normal time, around nearly 11pm. but he wasnât the only one, logan was there with you, studying behind you on the floor.
she was bored, and needed to get out of her room, and the only person she knew well enough was you. there in her mens pyjama pants and an over-sized shirt that read âRIP Princess Dianaâ with a photo of owen wilson on it, her computer warmed her lap and made a soft whirling sound the in the background.
âhi y/n.â spencer waved, he felt bad about last night. you were barely walking straight when you left and he could tell you wouldnât get out of your âwork clothesâ (whatever you wanted to wear with a vest over it) before falling onto your mattress, and he drove away. he didnât even offer to take and walk you home, let alone give you a ride. but his hands were sweating and his heart thumping in his ears, and he couldnât think straight.
âoh, hi spencer.â you turned from your own textbook splayed on the counter beside you to see spencer and his tall self. a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him.
he wasnât meeting you eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows for a second before telling him his total with a sniffle.
âiâm sorry for not driving you home,â he lifted his head, a piece of chocolate brown hair crossing his left eye, âor walking you home. or making sure you made it home safe.â
you widened your eyes slightly and sat still before spencer cleared his throat and continued, âi was nervous, about being around you. and my friends- my colleagues- told me i need to be more confident around you so.â
logan had stopped writing, glancing through her bangs up at you both. your mouth was slightly agape before you realised how stupid you looked and how awkward you were making it.
âoh- no itâs okay spencer, you donât have to say sorry. i was- iâm fine. um,â you tilt your head with the corner of your lips quirking up with little resistance, âyou talk about me to your friends?â
spencer nodded, put his hands in his pockets and thought for a second. he wished there was a better place to do this, a better person to take over for him.
all you have to do is talk.
spencer is great at talking.
âdid you know that you could be scrolling for seven weeks before you can reach the end of âhow to ask a girl outâ results on google? i was scrolling for a long time but then my friends told me to just talk and be confident, but iâm only good at one of those thing. so i was trying to ask you out last night but then i- well i failed basically, it isnât my strong suit,â he took a breath, âso basically iâm saying sorry for not asking you out and not driving you home.â
it was silent, even a customer stopped humming.
âand also your allergy medication isnât strong enough for your symptoms.â he glanced down to a white and blue box by your hand. you looked down, seeing logan in the corner of your eyes, hand covering her face.
âspencer-â
âdude just ask her out.â
spencerâs face dropped, and he looked over the counter to find another woman sat down, a cringed out expression on her face. his nervousness increased after he realised this wasnât as private a conversation as he thought. wiping his hand on his vest, he continue with a gulp,
âno i canât. not here, um. iâll see you on monday. and i promise iâll uh- be better? iâll try again, so. okay see you on monday.â he quickly took his groceries and walked off quite speedily. you watched him walk away and then once he was out of sight, you simply stared at the box of allergy medication on the counter.
logan groaned in the background and said something about growing balls, but it was tv silence for you.
you didnât know how to go out with someone, your last relationship was in your first year of high school with a guy who thought babyâs came out of a womanâs bum. not that spencer meant he wanted a relationship, no it could just be a friend âgoing outâ. totally not romantic.
you slump and stuff your face in your hands. you didnât care if you hadnât dated for however long, he didnât seem to be a man-whore at all. you just cared about how you were actually going to say yes to a man youâve only talked to inside of an off-brand convenience store on the night shift.
you muffle a scream before the same silent customer placed a carton of milk on the counter.
â$2.50.â you grumble.
you carried loganâs computer bag as she took out a box of strawberry pocky on the sidewalk. the store was locked, the air was crisp, the light was flickering. you didnât say much until logan couldnât stand it anymore.
âyou know when youâre this silent itâs actually pretty nice, i like peaceful walks home.â you nodded, and continued your racing thoughts with your line of vision stuck on the concrete as you both walked the block to your apartments. she sighed, âbut itâs odd. you love talking. a guy likes you and you go mute?â
âhis name is spencer, he does something dangerous for a living, he likes old books and drinks a lot of coffee. he gets home late at night, looks skinny but can lift a box of flour above his head with ease. heâs insanely smart and reads poetry, and helped me with my stem cell report.â
you look over at logan who looks a little disgusted but mainly confused.
âhe helped me lift that box of flour without me asking. i have no idea who william blake is. i have no idea how he managed to put poetry in a biology report, and i have no idea how he can admit heâs going to ask me out and then not ask me out. his favourite colour is purple, his favourite fruit is grapes but he buys apples because theyâre cheaper. and his name is⌠spencer.â
logan stopped in her tracks, making you copy. you flung out of whatever trance you were stuck in and raised an eyebrow at logan, âwhat?â
âwhat? oh no i donât know, maybe youâve just never told me about a man you happen to know a lot about, and yet donât know anything about. you sound insane- not in the âloony-bin wayâ, in the romcom way. itâs disgusting.â
you both continued to walk, climbing the stairs to the foyer of your building before she took back her bag and gave you the pocky, mumbling, âyou need these more than me.â
the elevator ride was mostly silent, and that continued before you both unlocked your apartment doors right beside each other.
âyou need to ask him out, if he doesnât do it first.â she entered her apartment before you could speak, let alone think.
suddenly your apartment felt lonely.
so did spencerâs.
he was cross legged on his plush couch on a call with penelope garcia, she was squealing every second minute trying to create a plan for spencer to ask someone out.
âspence, youâre making this very hard. how am i supposed to be your coach if i only have half a team?â
âyou can find someoneâs address with half a fingerprint, i think youâll be fine.â he takes a bite of his 2 minute bolognese.
âthat takes the fun out of it. i can only give you tips if i know her personality.â
spencer sighed, and thought for a second, he could practically hear penelopeâs growing smile knowing she had won.
âher names y/n.â garcia squealed. âsheâs smart and pretty. and her favourite colourâs purple and she studies biology. she knows my groceries off my heart and sheâs allergic to pollen. she works late at night at the convenience store two blocks away from my apartment building, and she likes old book stores. sheâll be introverted around an extroverted person, but extroverted around an introverted person. she can read my expressions faster than anyone else, she tries out different hairstyles when nobodyâs in the store, and sheâs funny.â spencer smiles to himself, âsheâs pretty.â
âyou mentioned that, lover boy.â
pt.4
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hi maeee!!!! i loveeee your new theme and i saw you have requests open!!! i have a halloween idea hope its all right!!
i dont know if it fits remus more (personally i see him more fitting for this) or poly!marauders but i was thinking⌠u know how people target black cats during halloween season??? (makes me sooo sad its so heartbreaking) my request is basically them walking back from a date or somewhere and seeing a tiny black kitten in a little trap or stuck and its all stressed and they rescue it and reader keeps fussing over the tiny little thing and taking care of it while they wait for someone to come and claim it and she gets the cat little costumes and treats so they decide to keep it??? hope its okay!!!
Hey lovely! I had never heard of this (how horrifying though!) so I looked it up and I wanted to direct you to this article in case it calms your anxieties. If you do ever witness anyone doing this though, please call the police and SCPA (or whatever animal welfare service is near you)!! And thanks for requesting <3
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Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠608 words
You shush Remus mid-sentence.Â
Heâs not so much offended as surprised. Curious, too. Your brow is wrinkled as if youâve forgotten something and youâre trying to recall what it is. âDid youââ
âWait, wait, shh.âÂ
Remus pauses for a few seconds while you cock your head, looking seemingly at nothing.Â
âDove,â he says quietly, âif you donât want to hear about the book, itâsââ
âNo, sorry.â You set a hand on his shoulder, still looking away from him. âDo you hear that?âÂ
âHear what?âÂ
âItâsâŚâ Your brows bunch even closer together, and then youâre moving, off the sidewalk and onto someoneâs grass.Â
Remus follows, because thatâs what he does with you, apparently. You go around the side of the house, and then he hears it. A faint, desperate mewling.
âOh, oh my god,â you breathe, your footsteps hastening. Remus has to lengthen his strides to catch up to you. When he gets closer, he sees youâve found a cat stuck in a tree.Â
Or, hardly. More like a kitten stuck in a sapling. It's small and black and trembling on a branch about the same height as Remusâ chest, which itâs bound to by a thin rope around its neck. The rope looks frayed and loosely tied, like it might just unravel if the kitten were to try and jump down, but he and the kitten seem in agreement that itâs hardly worth the risk. The poor thingâs cries worsen when it sees you coming towards it.Â
âOh, poor baby.â You reach out to touch it. It hisses at you but doesnât snap its teeth, all bark and no bite. âDid somebody tie it here? Who would do this?âÂ
âI donât know,â Remus answers honestly.Â
The kittenâs trepidation of you wears off quickly, cautious dark eyes watching as you use a knuckle to rub gently underneath its chin. When it starts purring, Remus coos.Â
âHello, darling,â he murmurs, trying his hand at scratching between its ears. The kittenâs eyes close blissfully, the rest of its fear seemingly evaporating. A trusting nature coaxed out by less than a minute of gentleness. Remus hates to think of what prior treatment caused it to tremble and hiss. âWould you like to get out of here?âÂ
The rope is tied just loosely enough that Remus can get his fingers in between it and the kittenâs neck, the knot coming undone with a few tugs. You lift the kitten out of the tree as soon as itâs freed, cradling it close to your chest.Â
âHi, sweet baby,â you coo in a voice like spun sugar, light and sweet. âOh, youâre such a love, arenât you? Itâs okay.âÂ
Your new friend seems content to be coddled. It curls up in your hands and purrs loud enough that even Remus can hear it rumbling like a heart-aching little motor.Â
âItâs so little.â You sound awed, looking down at the kitten with pure adoration. Remus canât help smiling at you with much the same sentiment. âCan we take it home? Just until we find it a good family.â
âSure, dovey.â His own voice matches your soft tone. âI think we should. It certainly canât stay here.âÂ
âNo.â You frown. Itâs more than justified, but Remus finds he canât abide it anyway. He kisses your downturnt lips.Â
âWeâll pick up some food and treats on the way home,â he says.Â
âOh!â Your face lights up. âI saw some little bat wings in the store last week, wouldnât that be cute? It could be a tiny bat for Halloween.âÂ
Remus smiles and agrees. He knows already that this kitten isnât going to any family other than your own.
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