#that' and saw that a part of the ear is cut off (bc that's how it was in the picture they gave me) but i also have it at the edge

[woodnrust]

Ohhh now I remember why I kind of hate doing art

[jjk4isen]

ꗃ 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

❝ you're not a curse, you have never been. you were my blessing and my salvation– the best thing that has ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved. ❞

summary: when your entire village faced the king of curses' wrath, you were sure you'd be as good as food for him but life decides to weave the strings of fate and intertwine yours with the very person who tries to cut it short.

desc: 8.6k words, f!reader, sfw, angsty angst hehe, major character death, cannibalistic thoughts (sukuna is a cannibal after all), takes place in the heian era, true form sukuna, bit ooc bc we know his ass isn't capable of love, ! slightly gory parts!, this is canon bc i said so, kenjaku isn't known as kenjaku yet – he's still known as noritoshi kamo, yorozu mentioned, basically just me raw dogging the storyline during the heian era lol.

notes: this took way longer than it should but i battled like three burn out sessions to write this so lmao. also does anybody get the aot reference in the title? this might MIGHT have a part two if i can think of a good plot to mirror it. if you get the reference, you'll alr know what it's going to be titled :P

must be horrifying isn't it? being a mere human amongst sorcerers and curse users capable of destroying and killing— powerless among the powerful whose thirst for yet more power remain a bottomless pit of unquenchable desire.

in this state of the world, your life wasn't your own. it belonged to the people who were strong enough to kill you or considerate enough to spare you.

and among dangers looming throughout, one triumphs all. one whose name was even powerful enough to send curses back at just the mention of it.

ryomen sukuna. feared by curses and non curses alike. the ruthless evil entity who feeds off of humans. there is no doubt about him being the king of curses, capable of having any being in the palm of his hands.

including you.

your village faced the wrath of the king of curses himself, not a brick was intact nor a rock left unturned. and what's even worse? he didn't have any reason for his destruction. he just did it out of his sheer will.

perhaps you should consider yourself lucky to have your life spared, along with some other women and children. all the men were gone without traces — maybe for the better.

trapped in the basement of the castle’s kitchen, you await your fate to be eaten.

what was that you said before? lucky? no, you realise how horribly wrong you were. the wails and cries of terror as yet another person was dragged out of the small room was enough to ring in your ears forever.

the sudden quietness that followed soon after was enough to suffocate you.

the room was dark, wet and disgusting. it reeked of decomposed bodies and blood. nobody was fed well and even if one or two loaves of pitiful bread were thrown into the small cell, it wasn't nearly enough to feed a group of starving people.

at least the number keeps decreasing day by day.

you'd notice how the people who cried, begged or fought back were likely speeding up their deaths so you kept to yourself, waiting for your turn, even if it's just a while later.

after what you think was a couple of days came your turn. you had lost your perception of everything in this tiny suffocating room; you might as well be dead.

you heard some loud clanks of the metal door and suddenly, a harsh pull sends you essentially flying towards whoever was grabbing you.

“this is the last one” you heard a gruff voice say as a light shone inside. it felt like ages since you saw any sort of light, of warmth. in a way, you were relieved. your suffering must be finally coming to an end.

“its this one isn't it?” a low voice asks as they being a lamp closer to inspect you. your eyes were opened and after a long while, you saw again.

“why is she in such a weakly state?” the person holding the lamp grimaces at your sight. through your hazy vision, you could still make out the white hair, perfectly in place. they were beautiful.

“well that ain't my fault is it?” the big creature yanks your arm and you fall wherever it does.

suddenly shards of ice fill the room and the fire from the lamp is put out. in its place is a glowing icy caricature of the creature, holding you intact.

as terrifying as cursed techniques can be, they were also mesmerising. the beautiful fridgid sculpture leave you in awe; the rough hand holding your arm was now frozen and unmoving.

“now.” the icy person leans down, meeting your eye level, you hadn't realised the dim moonlight illuminating the ice crystals in the room “what shall we do with you?”

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the next time you're concious enough to make out your surroundings, you find yourself in a small dimly lit room. it was heaven in comparision to the previous one.

you scrumble towards the small lamp and take in the warmth. you had no idea where you were, what happened or what would happen but for now, you were alive. barely, but alive still.

weakly, you sit on the floor— there isn't anywhere else to sit anyway. upon hugging your knees you notice an apparent bruse on your arm. the same place where you were grabbed, the memories come back slowly.

did the white haired person save you? could you maybe have a chance at life?

no, being in captivity by the king of curses himself tells you enough that you weren't going to make it out of here alive. well, it's not like you necessarily want to either. your home and the people in it were gone, some of whom you witnessed their end.

it's only fair for you to meet the same fate as them.

the sound of the door unlocking interrupts your thoughts, then in came the person with snow like hair.

“finish this” they hold out a tray of food and set it down next to you. you only lean away defensively.

without so much of another word, they make their way towards the door that is, until you decided to stop them.

“you saved me didn't you?” it had been a while since you even heard your own voice and you don't miss the way it sounded more resigned than it had ever been.

“do not be fooled. it is all in consideration for my master. finish the plate” with that they walk away, leaving you with even more questions than before.

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when the certain white haired person decides to show up, they look pleased with your health. well, it should come as a no surprise since they keep feeding you — overfeeding you in fact. and you know why.

fatten up the stock so that it's in top shape when it's time to consume it.

“follow me” they say, holding the door open.

obediently, you follow the person you owe your life to, for now anyway, and they lead you through alleys and stairways you had never seen before.

only sounds of footsteps and your exhausted huffs can be heard in the hallway filled with various markings on the wall. you don't even want to know what they mean.

“so… how do i call you?” you manage to ask, maybe if you try to get close to them, maybe they can help a second time.

don't kid yourself.

no reply comes and you feel heat rush to your cheeks from embarassment. but hey at least you tried.

your wandering eyes missed to see them stop before a certain door and you crash into them with a grunt. they must be well built because the impact did not faze them at all.

“sorry” you rub your nose that was sore from bumping your face into their back.

“i go by uraume. i am master sukuna's loyal servant. beyond this door is the garden and you are to take a walk twice a day to build up your stamina. i shall be checking on you daily.”

“why should i need to do that?”

“do as you are told. now go” they open the door for you.

beyond the door is a garden too beautiful to belong in the palace of such an abominable being. flowers of all kind adjourn each corner, flourishing in all their bloosoming glory.

the sky was as clear as can be, with the sun brightly shining as if it's wishing people a good day. the birds chirping and the gentle breeze that brushes through your hair reminds you of your home back in the village and your heart aches a little.

“thankyou” you turn back but uraume is now long gone.

gee must people be so cold around here?

you stroll along the garden, savoring your time outside in so long. how long has it been exactly? you couldn't recall. maybe you should ask uraume the next time they come around.

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only this time when uraume does show up, they don't lead you towards the garden. instead, you find yourself at the door of the king of curses’ throne room.

uraume doesn't say a word and only ushers you in.

is this doomsday? you recall the screams of fear from the people you used to share a home with. the look on their faces, their nails desperately clinging onto the prison bar while pleading for mercy — all of that for naught.

and the silence that followed.

it's possible that the well timed meals and the strolls you took in the beautiful garden was the mercy your people begged for but never got.

maybe you should be thankful you even got to have those.

“master is impatient. you should go in right this instant” uraume insists. something about their behaviour tells you if you don't do as told, you'd have a fate worse than what you could ever think of.

with all the courage you could muster, you unlock the door and take strides into it, as confident as you could make it seem.

the four armed monster looms in front of you, starting down at you as if you were only a mere bug.

perhaps you were — small and helpless, under the mercy of the predator who had seen you.

you bow politely, it seemed like it was the only appropriate thing to do.

sukuna thinks you're pathetic.

just a mere human and not worth his time. there was only a small reason as to why he hasn't had his way with you yet.

your flesh and blood.

to him, you smelled hauntingly sweet and hypnotisingly alluring. that was what drew him to your village in the first place — the hunt for the sweet scent that awakened all his senses, although he doesn't have any idea why.

sukuna is a curious being, he seeks to know the mysteries of the world — one of the reasons why he's so wise, adding to his strength.

so until he has his answers, he plans to keep you around. after that, he can enjoy your flesh however he wants.

just you standing mere feet away from him was enough to tempt him to bite you already. how would it feel to sink his teeth into your skin and have your blood flow down his throat? sukuna couldn't wait until he has the chance to do so.

“leave.” the monster only dismisses you after staring at you so intently, he might as well be staring deep into your soul.

you look up at him in confusion, why would he call you here without any particular reason?

“do your ears not work, human?” sukuna says, rather impatiently.

“lower your gaze and know your place, fool” he practically growls and you look away faster than the speed of light. one more bow and you're bolting out the door.

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your stay at the palace was a cycle of eating, sleeping and taking strolls. it was beginning to get monotonous, boring even. but its much better than facing the king of curses ever again.

you still had no idea why he called you to his throne room and honestly, you don't even want to find out why.

life wasn't so bad — the flowers were beautiful and smelled lovely, the meals were scrumptious and your sleep? well nightmares were inevitable but there were nights when you slept like a log.

and unbeknownst to you, a certain four eyed creature could be seen watching over you. no, observing you. its only right for him to observe his prey right?

it's not out of the goodness of his heart that when you whimper and cry out in your sleep because of a weak nightmare curse looming over your head, he kills it with only a tilt of his own. no, it's only because that curse deters your well being, hence your development to reach your full potential to be a perfect feast for him. nothing more.

weak human, you don't have the means to kill such a low grade curse or even see it. so why were you special? what makes you so different than the other filthy beings with no cursed techniques roaming the earth? sukuna still couldn't tell.

he's aware though — of your silent fear and unspoken resentment you have towards him. he's aware of your quivering soul whenever you sense his presence. he's aware of your desire to escape this place.

but he's also aware of how your smile becomes a little more genuine when you smell a particular flower in his garden. he's aware of how your eyes soften when you see the setting sun. he's aware of how you tried to get close to uraume and only get shut out. he's aware of you.

and that angers him to no end.

what infuriates him even more is how that pathetic servant thinks he can talk to you, and with such ease too. how dare he speak lowly of you? that's a direct insult to him isn't it?

‘you mean less than a concubine?’ sukuna scoffs at him for even comparing you to one.

so the next time he calls the council for a lecture, he doesn't even blink one of his four eyes when the said servant in question gets slashed by his formidable cursed technique.

the room grows thick with the smell of blood that was now splashed all over the carpets and tapestry hanging on the wall—a grueling task for the cleaners later.

“every tongue that rises against my prey shall fall.” the headless body of his once loyal servant serve as testimony to his words.

the palace may be big but rumours flew around: another servant ruthlessly executed by the monstrous beast. even the people under him weren't given an ounce of consideration.

is it a coincidence that it was the same person who cornered you just a day ago? you don't ponder.

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after the ruthless slaughter of your village and everything in it, it didn't take long for sukuna to find his next target.

it wasn't anything new to anybody at all that he was a bloodthirsty beast, revelling in chaos and ruin. one after another, his victims were crushed mindlessly and so easily, it made you sick how powerless other people are in comparison to him.

out of all his battles and countless destruction, one prominent opponent was the fujiwara clan.

they were an elite clan, taking pride in the strength of their squadrons. the world held its breath upon hearing of the battle, maybe they had the potential to rival the king of curses.

the outcome didn't change though. sukuna remained prevalent—bringing the sun, moon and stars at his feet. the five empty generals did not even measure upto him.

the battle must have been so agonising to the point where the authorities were willing to hold festivals in his honour, out of utter terror.

it was at this harvest festival where sukuna had encountered a certain shameless sorcerer who was on her way to be completely obsessed with him.

yorozu had only one goal: to alleviate sukuna's loneliness with her love — something she believed only she was capable of.

thus why she leeches onto him, much like a hick. perhaps sukuna doesn't see her as a threat or he deems her powerful enough, he didn't get rid of her, for now at least.

however, her dreams were short lived.

yorozu sits next to sukuna in his throne room, enticing him with gentle nudges of her exposed chest. her haori was united and her hair fell graciously past her shoulders all the way down her chest.

she only shrieks in horror as she stares at the uninterested man. “you look different… you are different!” she screams angrily.

sukuna only hums in response, deep in thought of how his little prey has been holding up. despite his festivities and celebrations, you were there in the back of his mind, like an itch that cannot be quite scratched.

she stares at him, stepping back further and further “it couldn't be…”

yorozu brings herself to her knees, looking up at sukuna desperately. “i have so much more to teach you about love and the ultimate strength and solitude that it brings!”

she rises, her eyes were erratic, anyone would be afraid of her outburst that was about to come. anyone but sukuna.

“im the one who will teach you about love. that is my purpose and my goal. now tell me, who is it that is taking away your loneliness?”

sukuna raises a brow. it's possibly the only time he indulges yorozu’s antics and also the last.

“i will find out who it is! it doesn't matter if i have to tear this palace apart” yorozu violently darts out the room in search of something, anything. to her, if it was powerful enough to move sukuna then she would have no trouble finding whatever it is.

and she doesn't. not because you're too powerful but rather because of the lack of it. you stuck out like a sore thumb with no cursed energy running through your body, weak and unarmed just strolling across the garden— like the pathetic human you are.

sukuna arrives at the scene, ever observing, ever thinking.

“that is not true love” yorozu mutters, her fists were clenched on her sides as her gaze burnt into you who was unknowing of the fury burning inside her.

“you're mistaken, sukuna. i will show you what real love looks like!” yorozu screams, making her way towards you who could only stare at her in fear, frozen in place.

it would take sukuna less than a blink of his eye to stop her but he was intrigued. what would he feel if you were to be killed? would he feel pain? anger? the beast always finds his answers so he waits.

and what was that about true love? does that woman think he was capable of it? with you, no less? she sees you, a mere human, as a threat so that must mean something.

yorozu lands on you, digging her nails into your skin, blood gushing out of it. sukuna admires the sight.

you scream in agony as she continue to scratch through you and into you with ease. a maniac expression forms on her face at your slowed breaths and now silent helpless whimpers.

but before you were completely gone, sukuna gets rid of her. you were too busy holding onto your life to tell how he did it but one blink was enough for her to be gone and another makes you realise you were caged in the arms of the four armed monster.

“interesting” you heard sukuna say, before your lashes flutter and your eyes close against your will.

sukuna holds your limp body in his arms protectively with calculated gentleness as if a slight jerk would hurt you. well, in your state, it would.

upon watching you get torn apart, sukuna realises he isn't as heartless as he deemed himself. it drives him angry. how could a being as weak as you would have the capability to move him? how could you inflict pain onto him when you're the one who's at his mercy? he scoffs at how ridiculous it is all.

but when his eyes land on you– your fragile body almost lifeless and bleeding, his only thought was towards your safety and not towards devouring you, albeit the sweet scent of your blood tempting him and calling out to him to drink it.

he stares at his hands tainted with the pretty crimson colour, glistening in the sun but it pales in comparison to the way your eyes were shut as if you were only asleep. sukuna sighs, alright then.

his reversed cursed technique flows through his body into your own, healing the deep tears and cuts. he only hopes you aren't too angry at him for waiting that long to step in.

your staggered breathing was replaced with slow even ones and your wounds disappeared as if they had never been there in the first place. a peaceful expression forms on your face and all of sukuna's eyes soften.

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the next time you awaken you find yourself in the comfort of your own room making you doubt if everything that happened was a vivid dream. and you would have believed that doubt if not for the person sitting in the corner of your room, his four arms folded into each other.

you flinch upon seeing him and sit straight up, a groan escapes you involuntarily from your sore body.

“you're awake, brat” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

you nod slightly, your eyes on anything besides him.

“how are you feeling?” this makes you jolt your head towards him because did he just ask about your well being? you would say you misheard but the frown and distaste on his face only confirms that he was, in fact, concerned about your condition somehow.

“im feeling alright” you say quietly, still a bit afraid of the man sitting in your room who could easily overpower you if he wanted.

“i should hope so. your weak body didn't take much to heal as easily injurable as it is” he sneers from the shadows that enveloped him.

“so it wasn't a dream?” your voice shook a little which doesn't go unnoticed.

“no. i have taken care of the matter. you may rest at ease” he rises to his feet, he looks way too big to feel safe around. you hug your blankets a little tighter. wait, when did you even have that many?

“do not fear. i do not intend to harm you.” two out of four eyes narrow at you and how scared of him you looked. sukuna doesn't like how that bothers him.

“how do i know that?” your eyes didn't meet him, rightfully so, if it was anyone else who questioned him, sukuna would waste no second getting rid of them altogether.

“it is i.” a viable answer – one that doesn't need any further explaination. sukuna maybe a merciless hard hearted being but he's also a man of his words. anyone who knows him would be aware of this fact.

“but i don't know you.”

he supposes you're right. in a way, nobody knows him. this was also why he remained so strong despite people and sorcerers alike sharpened themselves while fighting him. he did not have an opening to allow them to kill him.

“then you can start from this moment forward.”

“i don't want to.” for the first time, sukuna faces disappointment; but it's a different kind of disappointment. normally he would be discouraged at how nobody was able to stand a chance against him but now, he feels helpless. much like he was the prey and you're the predator.

“and your reason for that is?” ever so curious, he glowered at your body which had somehow become smaller amongst the sheets of blanket you're enveloped by.

“because then… then i will grow to understand you. if i do understand you then that would mean id find out you have a heart. someone with a heart would never… would never…” your voice trails away and you look horrified by the memories flooding your mind.

“so i don't want to know you.” you muster up enough courage to stare into his eyes, all of his eyes and sukuna can feel your soul tremble.

he only watched silently as you fidget under his watchful gaze. great. he's at a loss by someone who's terrified of him, how much more could you hit a blow to his pride.

without a word, he steps out of your room and he could hear you exhale. he huffs in annoyance at how tense you are in his presence. and your words. they might as well be your cursed technique attacking him with every enunciation that came from your mouth.

and they were working.

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the world was somehow shifting. you couldn't exactly pinpoint where or how but it was.

“master has assigned you a new room that would be more comfortable for your stay” uraume says, standing in front of you in a polite stance. “please allow me to guide you there.”

if this is his attempt to make you forget about all the destruction he caused, for whatever reason, it was futile. he was irredeemable.

your thoughts might have been apparant on your face because uraume continues, “master says he does not have an ulterior motive. he simply wants you to be comfortable.”

since when did that beast care about other people's comfort except for his own?

“fine then, show me” if he offered, then there's no problem in accepting. heck maybe you should be taking advantage of his hospitality and ask for whatever you desire. he has put you on death's row and wiped of everyone you knew after all.

you were led to a room that was closer to the main area of the palace, a stark contrast to the basement of the kitchen — where you started from.

pieces of beautiful art were decorating each corner, finest tapestry hanging from the walls, and the curtains? they were of the best material you had ever known. no doubt, this was a room that exceeded even your dreams.

uraume opened the closet revealing kimonos of various kinds, from silk to linen to satin— every kind was there. “i was not aware of your taste so i assorted various kinds.”

you were amazed at the room, the materials – everything but these measly riches don't bring lives back and the monster certainly wasn't capable of any empathy so the words saying he has no ulterior motive were nothing but empty to you.

“what? have i been promoted from prey to concubine now?” the word alone makes you sick to your stomach but it's the only explanation that makes sense.

“you are very wrong. master does not keep concubines. it is only an extension of his kindness.” you laugh, sukuna? kindness? please.

four eyes narrowed at your bitter laugh, sukuna stands in the doorway, each of his two arms folded in each other. he has lost count of how much disrespect he tolerates from you but strangely, it does not give him a drive to kill, only annoyance.

a brow raises when you turn around after being aware of his presence and your laugh, as mocking as it was, dropped into a frown.

seeing how speechless you are, he huffs. from out of nowhere, he conjures up a bow and an arrow to go along with it. sukuna moves stealthily, one step and he's already next to you.

the bow and arrow are shoved into your hands “i have heard you are exceptionally good with these” sukuna says, his voice was low and calculating – if you hadn't known better, you'd say it quivered a little.

he wasn't wrong though, you had to hone some sort of hunting skill for food. life wasn't kind and you learnt it the hard way. nevertheless you felt safer with some kind of weapon you were familiar with, even though they won't be of much help against a sorcerer.

“master’s very own bow and arrow” uraume interrupted, their face had an expression of shock you had never seen on them before. there was an engraving on them– the same mark that sukuna had on his body.

“why give me this?” you ask and receive no answer. not because sukuna doesn't want to answer you, he simply doesn't have a reason. he just wanted you to have it. it felt natural. he'll be damned before he ever admits that to you or even to himself.

“what if i use it on you?” you press on, clutching onto the wooden weapon tightly. “what if i wanted to fire this at you?”

“i would let you.”

it caught you by surprise. why? you want to ask but you also didn't want to hear his reason. you don't want to know him. the little barrier you had put between you both is the only thing giving you leverage against such a vicious being, you couldn't afford to have it break down.

taking a quick abrupt step back, you line the end of the arrow to the bowstring and pull on it with an expert ease, aiming it at sukuna. uraume was about to step in but sukuna waves them off. as if the most feared curse user couldn't defend himself.

he could already have you breathing your last breath in a mere second if he wanted to but of course, he doesn't. he just stands there unmoving. his lack of response to your threat made you all the more aggravated.

“aren't you going to stop me?”

“no. proceed with whatever you intend to do, i shall not stop you.” sukuna's folded arms fell to his sides, giving you an open target for his heart.

now you should be firing your arrow with no hesitation right? you have hunted down countless moving targets from as small as a bird to something as big as a deer.

and they were running while you manage to hit a bullseye – every single time. so now this unmoving big target within just a few meters would be a piece of cake. it's your chance to end the tyranny of his wicked rule and him altogether– a chance that had not been granted to anyone who stands against him.

but your hands wouldn't move. they wouldn't let go of the string to propel the arrow towards him. they were frozen in place. you would have doubted uraume’s technique being in play but no signs of ice crystals found themselves anywhere near.

sukuna waits and you wonder if he was ever this patient.

your hands tremble, slowly letting your form down. why couldn't you just do it?

“human–”

sukuna's words were cut short by a swift arrow flying towards him. he didn't make a move to avoid it.

your trembling hands were now perfectly stable holding the bow. your breathing was calm, collected even. if anyone were to see you now, they'd wonder who the beast is. empty eyes deadpan at your target.

sukuna stares back, his cheek bleeding from the graze of the arrow. unlike your soul-less face, a satisfactory smile creeps onto sukuna's. “you didn't miss, did you? you aimed here on purpose.” his hands caress the small wound in awe.

“next time i wont.”

“as i have said, i will not stop you.”

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the new room was comfortable, all your needs were tended to and your conduct exceeded your desires. you were treated equal to a queen, if you knew how.

and uraume, sukuna's loyal servant, was now your own. they were still very distant though, not speaking more than they needed to. not like you really minded anyway.

uraume was there to observe. they were under strict orders to keep you safe and also report your daily status to sukuna. you weren't exactly aware of this part but there's no harm done so by logic, there wasn't a problem with it either.

sukuna finds the corner of his mouth twitch when uraume mentioned that you sang obnoxiously loud because you thought nobody was around. he'd have loved to hear that himself.

the amusing brief about you was however rudely interrupted by a strange person brave enough to march directly into the throne room unannounced.

“you're from the kamo clan aren't you? have you come to die a meaningful death?” sukuna's thirst for battle heightened upon seeing a sorcerer from one of the three main clans in jujutsu. maybe finally, he can have a strong opponent and enjoy the fight without having it end too early.

but the man only chuckles “no, i have come here to negotiate with the almighty king of curses himself”

sukuna frowns, now staring at him unamused “you do not have anything worth a value to me. fight or die a pathetic death.”

“i will do neither of those.” noritoshi kamo, stands face to face with sukuna without a hint of fear in his eyes and that makes sukuna curious. just what kind of offer does he have to be so bold?

“prove that you are worth my time you filthy scum” sukuna glowers at the man, getting more and more impatient by the second.

“how about that prey? how is your little prey doing?” kamo smirks and it's enough to tempt sukuna to cut through his skull but no, he refrains because anything that involves you, sukuna doesn't take it lightly.

“speak up or i’ll have you slashed.” sukuna remarks impatiently.

“it would be a shame to have her taken away from you isn't it?” the old man sneers.

the next thing he knows is his ragged breath and a sharp pain across his chest, kamo falls to his knees. sukuna’s technique had manifested a cut through his chest, although not deep enough to end him. with blood oozing out of the fresh cut and his mouth, he still has the courage to glare at the four eyed creature.

“you must not value your life” sukuna says nonchalantly, leaning against one of his hand, the grotesque sight was nothing new to him at all.

“your reign is coming to an end isn't it?” kamo laughs, although it comes out through splutters of blood. “no matter how powerful you are, you are not immortal sukuna, you still won't defeat death!”

as if sukuna is one to fear death. sukuna only sighs, revelling in the bloodied state of his intimidator.

“and your little human toy won't either” that earns a reaction from him. sukuna's eyes narrow at the pitiful man fighting for his life.

“what are you suggesting?”

“what if i tell you– that there is a way for you to be immortal? and that it's possible to find her in every lifetime?”

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everyone who knows sukuna knows that he does not get hurt. or yet, there's nobody who's strong enough to hurt him. generation upon generation, sorcerers have teamed up to get rid of him but with no luck. not even one of them could land a hit on the ferocious being.

all the more reason for you to be speechless when he returns with a huge hole in his stomach, bleeding continuously.

it was during your stroll that you saw him staggering over to his room.

okay maybe that was a lie. maybe you'd heard that a very prominent sorcerer in the jujutsu society had challenged him. you didn't know much about that world but it was enough to worry you, even if sukuna was undefeated.

so maybe that worry brings you into a situation where he arrived just while you were taking a stroll in the garden. you definitely didn't purposely take longer to watch the birds fly back to their nest in hopes of making sure sukuna returns. definitely not.

that's also NOT why you're knocking on his door boldly.

the door opens, revealing a confused sukuna. your eyes dart down to his injury but it seems the blood had stopped, still looking nasty regardless.

you wince just by looking at it but sukuna interrupts your unwarranted examination. “eyes here human. what do you want?”

for someone who's supposed to be prey, you're bold because in the next moment, you find yourself pushing through the door and asking him to sit down.

yes. you— a mere human, barged through his room and asked him to sit. when he doesn't comply, you walk up to him, pulling on one of his hands, guiding him towards his chair and sat him down. and strangely, no hint of protest came from him – not even a grunt or a growl.

with familiar ease, you call in uraume and ask for an emergency kit. they hesitate but comply regardless.

your expert hands slowly disinfect the wound and start stitching it up, not even sparing a glance at the man who just watches you and lets you do whatever you want to him.

“where have you garnered skills to do this?” sukuna asks mid stitch and it's only then that you realised he hasn't done so much as flinch. you could imagine how painful it would've been for a normal human but apparently this counts for nothing to him.

“when you're desperate enough, you just know” the last string goes through his flesh and you tie a knot, snapping the thread off. your movements slow when you realise you're touching him– skin and all, with your own.

your eyes lock when you search for his and they stare back. this time, you don't see a vicious brute but in its place, you see the eyes of a man. and not just any man, if you allowed your thoughts to wander you'd say it was the same look of a man capable of love.

but you don't – you look away. and sukuna's could feel a slight pull in his chest.

“human.”

“i have a name”

“human.”

the disregard for your name only makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. the man only chuckles at the sight.

“you do realise i can heal myself?”

a pause. of course how could you forget? reversed cursed technique they call it? all these magical powers granted to them made no sense to you at all. you only stare at the wall dumbfounded as sukuna downright laughs at your humiliated expression.

“why didn't you stop me then?” your grumble only amuses him further.

“perhaps because i wanted you to acknowledge how foolish you are?” his tone was teasing and not a hint of malicious intent was within it. a smile creeps on your lips and sukuna could swear his heart rate accelerated.

“i could show it to you if you're curious” your wide eyes give him all the confirmation he needed. sukuna rises on his feet, the prior horrid injury long forgotten.

“you could… take off the bandages. if they aren't effective anyway since you can heal” you shrug, trying to brush off your wholly service that was in fact not required in the first place.

“i rather they stay.” his hands graze them gently and you could swear he smiled at the pitiful mounts of cotton plastered on his abdomen.

“come. allow me to show you what im capable of.” he offers you a hand, out of the many he has and his shoulder slumps in relief when you take it without any protest.

he takes you outside and leads you towards your favourite spot in the garden. you don't let yourself wonder if it's a coincidence or not.

“see that fruit?” he gestures to a ripe apple hanging on its tree – super red and just the perfect size.

“yeah want about it?” you tilt your head towards him curiously making sukuna more enthusiastic to show you his perfectly crafted technique.

an invisible slash cuts the single fruit out of the tree, making it fall. it was barely noticeable and you'd think it fell on its own if not for the perfect slices it has all while it landed in the palm of your hands.

your wide eyed gaze only delights the man responsible for it. you take one slice off and admire the precision “you did this?? no way!”

sukuna heaves his chest proudly. strangely, your adulation to his antic gives him so much more satisfaction than wiping out an entire village.

“wait till you see this” sukuna takes a step back, his lips quirking up into a tight smirk upon seeing your expectant expression.

he places his hands together and gestures up signs that were not familiar to you. “fuga « open »” his low voice chants while fire manifests into the palm of his hands. he moulds the flames skillfully as it takes the shape of an arrow – a fire arrow.

and you're left with your mouth agape, he was truly terrifying. such bright flames don't even burn him but instead falls into his command.

sukuna likes the way you stare at him in wonder and was tempted to tell you that he created this very technique in honour of you and your bold decision in grazing his cheek with your arrow but for now, he holds his tongue and lets you admire as long as you want.

when the flames burn away, you're still in a haze— staring at the man in front of you with diluted pupils: one might think you're in love.

as sukuna focuses his eyes into your own, he's certain he could see into your soul which grows a little more familiar to him everytime he sees you. no it's not how he feels the familiar terror in someone's soul when they tremble in fear of him just as he was about to take their life.

it's not the same shudder of fear he used to feel when he's around you. this time, it's inviting. he feels he could be stripped of his technique and just be a normal being if it meant he could submerge himself in it.

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sukuna used to anticipate how he would die. he wanted to meet someone who would be strong enough to give him a formidable death fit for the most evil being to tread the world. news of fresh generation of strong sorcerers would excite him.

but the moment he knew he was entranced by you, that prior excitement was now replaced by fear. not fear for his death but rather, for yours. if anything were to happen to him, who would protect you?

it doesn't help how his enemies were catching hints on his possible weakness now. it all started with that damn bastard from the kamo clan, whom sukuna swears to kill. him and everybody else that could pose as a threat to you, he swears he will kill them all.

a little part of him also starts to fear for his own end. he fears that no matter how long he lives, he might think he doesn't have enough time with you. how could he when you're here, showing the sides or the world he never knew existed? the same world you weaved with every gentle word you say, no matter how insignificant.

sukuna can't get enough of the small smiles that were appearing more frequently when he reaches out to hold your tiny hand in his big ones.

he can't get enough of your soft snores when you're asleep in his chest– no more nightmares haunting your sleep because as long as he's around, any curse would have to fight him to get to you. no curse was bold enough to do so.

and mostly, he can't get enough of your small gentle strokes across his face. your touch was feather light and curious but so so loving that even when your hands were about to be pulled away, his own grabs them and makes them stay.

sukuna has nothing at all to base it off of, but if he had to name what he's feeling right now, it would be along the lines of complete devotion to you – in other words, he suspects it's the feeling these weak humans and yozoru keep preaching about: love.

and he's not denying it– not to himself at least or he can't. during his recent battles, he observes himself ending it as quick as possible.

instead of luxuriating in the thrill of battle, he finds himself rushing to kill his opponent – to end it as quick as it was humanely possible because every second he spends away from you is a second wasted.

he was becoming more precise and ruthless now that he has something to protect.

that's why even when you ask about his murder streak and if he could lessen it, he just ruffles your hair and tells you not to worry.

any sorcerer who has gotten close enough to land their sights on you were brutally tortured until they give up on their life altogether.

however, life can be funny at times. his own fear for your well being is possibly responsible for the curse that now latches onto you, consuming and draining the life out of you and sukuna's forced to watch as you slowly became a husk of who you used to be. so really, it's not funny at all.

he feels helpless and he is. none of the cursed techniques he has could exorcise the curse blooming inside you and spreading through your veins.

he has been warned before and he didn't care. he never fathomed to ever find someone to love so he traded his soul for his fervent reign – a binding vow: any being whose soul remotely gets near his own would ruin itself without any means for its resurrection.

another condition of the vow was for him to forget about it only after it was too late. at the time the vow was made, sukuna had thought, no, he'd known he lucked out by a power at the price of such a feeble condition but now… now he knows how gut wrenchingly wrong he was.

sukuna slumps in defeat at the sight of your weak body fighting itself. all his four hands encased one of yours as he listens to your staggering breaths that slowly becomes more faint than the last.

for the first time, no matter how tainted his hands were of from the numerous people he murdered in cold blood, sukuna finds himself praying; not for salvation or forgiveness but for your suffering to be placed onto him instead.

he has just found happiness with you, and in you, had just started to learn how to love someone so much that all his wicked ways were something he wished he never did. he had been stupid and arrogant – too arrogant. he was sure the heaven and whole generations of people he killed were now laughing at him drowning in his own misery. how the tables have turned on him and humbled him.

“kuna..” your barely audible voice mades him lean closer to your face, one of his large hands coming up to caress your face delicately.

“human. save your energy” sukuna scolds but his tone was not demanding by any means. it was desperate, desperate for just one more second of you.

a faint smile ghosts your almost now deathly pale face “it's not your fault.” you manage to cough out through staggering breaths.

sukuna's world might as well stop. it was his fault, everything was his fault. from the moment he caught a whiff of your sweet sweet blood to when he looked at you as nothing but prey to the moment when you became the sole reason for his existence, it was all his doing. he has taken you and tangled you amidst the string of despair.

his head shakes in denial, no words coming out of both his two mouths. so much to say, so many ways to say it but nothing.

but you know, the four pupils staring at you take the form of hearts, and that tells you everything. it could be just an illusion you'd heard people speak of on the verge of death but it's enough for you.

your sweet blood slowly looses its essence as you close your eyes, the last light inside you leisurely fading away.

“oi human” sukuna calls but there was no response.

“answer me” a plea.

still no answer as your hand slowly goes limp in his own. there was silence and nothing. so much of nothing that was unfamiliar in the otherwise air of curiousity that always surrounded you.

“human.” sukuna's voice wavers as his hands come to cup your too peaceful face. he searches for any signs of life but he finds none. before he knew it, a drop of water landed on your clueless yet beautiful features, then another and another.

the monster was crying. not just crying – he wept.

his entire body shakes as he lets out his pain, holding onto you desperately as if that would bring you back.

“human” he dries away his own tears on your face and brushes away the hair that dared hide even a portion of it.

“you're not a curse. you have never been. you were my blessing, my salvation. you are the best thing that have ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved.”

sukuna trembled in grief at your loss. the king of curses– reduced to a man in love.

perhaps he wasn't the cannibal here. perhaps you were the one who slowly teared him apart and consumed his very being– merging yourself into his core without him even realising it.

but one thing he knows for sure is that if he were to do it again, he'd let himself be devoured entirely by you. over and over again. to be loved is to be consumed and he's offering himself to you, flesh and bones on a silver platter.

“until next time, my love.” he leans in and places a fragile kiss onto your forehead and that's the first and last time he has a taste of you.

with the last drop of your blood running dry and the absence of the warmth that made you, you; sukuna finds his answer – the reason why your blood tasted so sweet was because he was made to crave it. something he could quench his thirst with but never getting the chance to do so; a punishment perfectly fit for him.

“your deal. i shall agree to it on a condition” sukuna glowers at kamo who only smirks with an ‘i told you so’ written all over his face. sukuna would have slashed him to bits if it weren't for the agreement he agreed to take up on.

“i shall trade my soul to become a curse only if i get reincarnated exactly a thousand years from now” sukuna proposes, no, commands. it is said that a soul is reincarnated only once every thousand years and he wants to make sure he finds you in the next lifetime. maybe then, he'll have enough time with you and if he's lucky enough, be able to love you without bounds.

“that could be arranged” kamo quirks his head in a way sukuna despises. “but she'll have no memory of you. you're proceeding with this knowledge, yes?”

sukuna only narrows his eyes and ignores his question “that is not all. erase her existence from the minds of everyone besides me. generations hence, no one shall know who she is. her name shall be removed from every mouth that speaks of my reign.”

kamo smiles lazily “your soul is not worth that much sukuna”. the man strolls freely in the room, not minding the looming presence of the king of curses. “however, a binding vow could be arranged.”

great. another binding vow. but if that means he'll meet you in a thousand years time, he'll vow as many times as required.

“the grounds of the vow is as follows: you shall be reincarnated only if there appears a vessel suitable to withstand you.” kamo proposes. “your fingers will be cut and hidden in vast areas across the world and you shall only succeed in full reincarnation if you find them and consume them, all while being suppressed by the vessel.”

sukuna frowns and kamo only laughs “do you agree to the vow knowing all the risk it carries?”

conditions and regulations were a pain but nothing could stop a man desperate enough to give up his soul twice. “very well” sukuna agrees.

and that is how the heian era and sukuna's legacy came to an end; sealing himself – and the memories of you only he carries with him – into his twenty fingers, each of which turned into cursed objects scattered far and wide like pieces of puzzle waiting until the time comes for it to fit itself together again.

[killakalx]

I saw your post about free use with ak!jason and I'm drooling at the thought of it. Gotta drop a thought though. AK!Jason fucking you while in a meeting with his men. Why? Cuz why not? Who's gonna tell him no? Nobody, also just to show off and be like none of you guys can have this, all mine.

i feel like this is a really big fantasy of his but it’s strictly a fantasy. as much as he loves the idea of claiming you, showing off how dumb you get for his cock and how easily he puts you in a bitch’s place, he’s a tad 🤏🏽 too possessive for it. he’ll throw you around, yank you back by the hair and correct any nonsense, but those pathetic noises and pretty little faces you make when he’s bruising your insides are only for him to see.

he’ll get you all situated in his lap during a meeting though, in skimpy cloth that you can just barely call clothing bc just before this he was so close to letting you cum. he’d get you realllll close and then ruin your orgasm or keep you from it all together, so now you’re squirming on his thigh against the rough fabric of his combat pants. men are ogling, whispering, and that part of him tempted to fuck you then and there gets overshadowed by that nasty obsession he has with keeping you for himself. like… it’s bad. pull a gun on the motherfucker that’s muttering about the cute piece of ass in his lap typa bad.

“…dismissed,” he’d announce with a sliver of collectedness he has left, which is gone when that same motherfucker’s got the nerve to ‘huh’ him. now you feel kinda bad for the guy, cuz he aint walking out of that meeting room okay. and like i said, he’d love to fuck you outta your mind in front of a bunch of limp dicks, but he knows he knows he’s better off accusing you of wanting it instead. the arkham knight is a d1 projector i fear

he’s mean as hell about it too, calling you all types of nasty names. the rasp of the voice modulator scratches at your ear, thick material of his gloves up against your throat and threatening to cut circulation off. your voice squeaks when you try to deny his name calling, but the wet patch on his pants from your already leaking cunt prove otherwise. the frustration and strain against his boxers has him bending you over the debriefing table with his cock buried to the hilt. weakly, you begin to sit up, but you’re quickly corrected with a heavy hand pushing your head into the flat surface. “you wish they were still in here,” he huffs with agitation, “just so they can watch you whore yourself out?” your face is ruined, pushed into the table with damp cheeks as he fucks you so hard your feet dangle. anyone happens to walk in? a quick draw of his gun and a shot just barely missing his head gets the door back shut pretty fast, but dare i say instead of holstering it he’s pressing the barrel to the back of your head and fucking you until you’re babbling nonsense and drooling before he’s even gotten over his little fantasy yet.

[wolverinesleftclaw]

Loved your SFW alphabet!!!! Can you also do the nsfw alphabet for Wolverine??????🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

logan howlett nsfw alphabet

pairings : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : smut prompts, deep throating, dacryphilia, choking, breeding kink, mean!logan, dom/sub dynamics, i’m probably missing some, NOT PROOFREAD a/n : hey so this sucks because i’ve had to rewrite it like seven times bc tumblr wouldn’t let me post, i’m sorry if it’s disappointing:(

A ➝ Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

⤷ logan is extremely attentive after sex, his deep rooted fear of over using his strength on you always in the forefront of his mind. with you usually being stuck in the clouds after the most amazing orgasm of your life he’s always sure to care for you.

‘here darlin drink’ logan mumbles bringing a glass of water to your lips.

‘hmm’ you mumble out nestling your head into the hand he’s using the move your head.

B ➝ Body part (their favorite body part of their

partner's)

⤷ logan’s favorite body part is definitely your neck. he loveeeesssss kissing, biting, choking…. he loves your inhaling your scent, your pheromones always setting him off.

C ➝ Cum (where they like to cum)

⤷ preferably inside of you, but he’s willing to whatever you want. he’s obsessed with the idea of leaving his seed in you whether it be your cunt or your mouth.

‘cmon darlin’ swallow it for me’ he groans out reaching his peak his grip tightening on your hair.

D ➝ Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⤷ he won’t tell anyone but when he’s away on missions he always brings a pair of your underwear with him. especially if he knows it’s going to take longer than usual.

E ➝ Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

⤷ logan’s two hundred years old, he’s got a lot of experience and maybe it hadn’t really clicked in your head how experienced he was until the first time you slept together. him having you come undone in a matter of minutes.

F ➝ Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⤷ he lovessss cowgirl, you being on top is the hottest thing to him. it’s not often people have control over him but with you he’d gladly let you. pulling you down by your neck holding you to his chest while he thrust’s viscously up into you at an inhuman speed.

‘yea baby, you love when i fuck you like this’ he grunts into your ear harshly.

G ➝ Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⤷ he is not goofy at all. he’s a serious man when it comes to pleasing his woman.

H ➝ Hair (do they like hair pulling?)

⤷ he loves hair pulling. at first he wasn’t sure if you would like it granted his strength but when he was deep inside you with you begging his to pull your hair he snapped. he’s been obsessed with it ever since.

‘please lo..’ you moan out eyes wide

‘please what baby, gotta tell me what you need’ he gruffs out his movements never once stopping at the plea in your tone as you move his hand to the back of your head.

‘want you t—‘ your words getting cut short by the string grip that pulls your head back your neck wide on display.

I ➝ Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⤷ the first couple times intimacy was a hard thing for logan, it wasn’t slow and sensual it was hard and rough. you never complained he’d never really had a reason or a person to go slow with. slowly the more he opened up to you about his life and his past and saw how willingly you loved him his demeanor changed from needing to be in control to wanting to let go of that control and just be in that moment with you.

J ➝ Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⤷ logan’s mission had taken longer than expected, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. getting home late at night he wasn’t expecting to walk in on his peaches touching herself while moaning out his name. sure he was mad at first. but watching you struggle to reach the places he knew only he could turned him on more, knowing you weren’t satisfying yourself enough to actually cum.

K ➝ Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⤷ BREEDING!!!! i shouldn’t have to say more but i will, he loves pumping you full of his seed whispering dirty things in your ear as he does it. he also loves to see you cry when your all cock drunk and begging for more.

‘cmon princess, why are you crying i know you can take it’

L ➝ Location (favorite places to do the do)

⤷ he loves taking you on any surface he can have you. the shower, the kitchen counter, the sofa, the floor. but nothing beats the good ol bed especially because of his size it can make it difficult. he’d rather be able to spread you out and take care of each and every part of your body.

M ➝ Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⤷ the sounds you make when he starts touching you are enough to get him completely feral. the ragged breaths you let out when he’s attacking your neck, biting and kissing.

N ➝ No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

⤷ he’d absolutely never use his claws on you. despite how beautiful you think they are he still hates them. he prefers to keep you as far away from his weapon of destruction as he can. even though sometimes you beg him to just run them down your torso he refuses.

O ➝ Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⤷ depends on his mood. if he’s in a good mood he’ll eat it like it’s his last meal on gods green earth. if you piss him off he’s fucking your face until you a blabbing mess of tears and spit.

‘you just had to fuckin’ piss me off darlin’ huh?’ he forces out, hands on either side of your head as he thrusts roughly.

P ➝ Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⤷ oh baby he is both! depends on his mood but more likely he’s touch and gentle, he knows your body and he knows when you need that extra push to get you over the edge.

Q ➝ Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⤷ HATES THEM!!! he’d rather not fuck you than have a quickie.

R ➝ Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⤷ he’ll definitely try new things, although he’d never risk your safety no matter how much you want him to.

S ➝ Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?).

⤷ it’s never just one round. he’d fuck you until you pass out if he could. but in all seriousness he’s always ready for another round, he’s no one thrust buck he’ll have you in every position imaginable before he finishes.

T ➝ Toys (do they use toys?)

⤷ literally no lol he refuses and he hates when you do to.

U ➝ Unfair (how much they like to tease

⤷ oh he just loves teasing you, any chance he gets whether it be mocking or talking you through it.

‘cmon peaches, you really thought i’d let you cum after what you did tonight?’

V ➝ Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⤷ he’s vocal. he’ll tell you exactly how good you make him feel or how good your being. he knows you love when he groans and grunts in your ear.

W ➝ Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⤷ logan fucking you on the counter after he got home from a mission that didn’t go as planned, he’s angry and needs to blow some steam so he’s rough with his movements, hand over your mouth to stop your moans, whispering in your ear ‘thats it’s baby just let me take it on you huh?’

X ➝ X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

⤷ HUNG!!! dudes hung. for the first while you couldn’t take all of him, but now you reveled in the fact you could. the first time you saw his cock you were definitely intimidated but he was just a cocky little fucker and told you he wasn’t worried and that you could take it.

Y ➝ Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⤷ logan wants to fuck you anytime and anywhere. he has to stay aware that as a predator your sex drive isn’t nearly as high as his. often having to hold back on his urges especially if he spent all night fucking you into the bed the night before.

Z ➝ Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⤷ he’s not quick to fall asleep, he’ll wait for you to fall first and then after he just holds you and basks in the feeling of having you beside him.

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[yutofia]

Can you write something about walking in on him working out and he’s all sweaty and grunting and he fucks you in his gym as part of his work out bc it burns calories. Some into if needed https://www.tumblr.com/ruben-dias/685972178540331008/i-just-need-you-all-to-know-that-im-not-okay

GIRL THAT'S SO HOT

warning: smut

like you'll be at his place in the morning, walking into the build in gym he has in his house. you don't expect to see him there as you think he's at the training but you get surprised once you see him, doing bench presses, shirtless and only wearing some slutty shorts as he's grunting,covered in a sheer layer of sweat. you stand there for a minute watching him, listening to him...he sits down on the bench once he's done, taking a sip of his water as he makes eye contact with you. you clear your throat and try to look away but it's too late as he smirks at you while he pants heavily. "enjoying the show sweetheart?" he asks with a cheeky smirk. "I umm...was just trying to learn. you know those...moves are hard" you say awkwardly as you blush. he stands up, walking over to you. your breath gets heavy as you can't keep your eyes away from his torso. his six-pack prominent, flexing his pecs knowing you like them, his biceps huge enough to throw you against the nearest wall. "take a picture it'll last longer baby" he smirks cockily. you blush more, trying hard to think of a topic change. "so uhh, have you done cardio yet? there's something i saw on tiktok-" he cuts you off by grabbing your waist and pushing hard you against his body, smashing his lips against yours. you moan into his mouth out of surprise, his hands move lower to squeeze your cheeks firmly, his tongue tangled in yours before he sucks on your lower lip, nibbling on it with a groan. "i was actually waiting for you to do my cardio with princessa" he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps. he turns you around and pushes you against the nearest wall, your back pressed against his chest as he hungrily kisses your neck. there are huge mirrors everywhere and you can see everything. he pulls your pajama shorts down along with your panties, grabbing your hips and causing you to bend a little before he pulls his cock out of his shorts and slides it right into your hole without a warning "foda-se...." he grunts, turning his face to watch you take his cock in the mirror "that's what you wanted right ma? when you were checking me out. me, fucking you hard in this gym while you watch us in these fucking mirrors" you moan loudly in response as he pounds into you, his body sweaty, his hair messy and his cheeks red as he pants, mouth half open as he spreads your ass cheeks painfully, looking down at how hungrily your pussy engulfs his thick cock over and over and over again....

[snookienthusi4st]

random mello hcs w/ fem! reader

hi guys, sorry i haven’t rlly posted in a minute, i’ve js been busy lately

but i hope you enjoy ^^

warnings: smut, spicy hcs here and there, praise, degradation if you squint

nsfw content under the cut

• you guys met by you joining the mafia or just becoming involved in the kira case

• you two stay in the same apartment, just to make work easier

• it takes so long for this man to see you as a friend, let alone a partner

• for a while, he kinda just sees you as a coworker/roommate of sorts, but that doesn’t mean he hates you

• before you guys started dating, you’d bring him chocolate sometimes with little notes that would tell him not to overwork, have a nice day, etc etc

• he would mumble a quiet thank you for those things whenever he saw you again, but all in all he doesn’t rlly know how to show gratitude for anything

• asking him out was really blunt

• you guys were working and it kinda js slipped out

“could i be your girlfriend?”

“..what?”

• he’s definitely confused bc he doesn’t know what makes him attractive to her bc look at her she’s so gorgeous but he does accept

• he’s never been in a real relationship before, having been at the orphanage for most of his childhood and secluded as an adult, but he does his best and it shows :D

• small but sweet little things he does, like buying you something he sees you looking at in a store, or js getting you your fav candy or sweet along with his chocolate

• no little notes like you did, but it was still sweet

• relationship may be a bit toxic bc he is very insecure, and is smth of a workaholic

• but it works really well if you guys communicate and talk things out, and for the most part he’s a distant but kind boyfriend

• loves to kiss the bridge of your nose

• idk it just feels right

• sex

• he’s a top 99.9% of the time

• on the occasion where you wanna top, he’ll never be against it, but prefers towering over you and getting to see your face better

• go to position is missionary, but if you wanna try smth different, he will always be open to it

• bites you during sex, soft most of the time but rough on occasion

• wherever he is for the longest i can guarantee you’ll have a mark there later

• brat tamer

• brat tamer

• brat tamer

• will make you beg for what feels like forever just for him to touch you if you’re being bratty

• will call you things like slut, whore, etc

• but if you’re usually submissive in bed, he’d love that just as much, murmuring praises into your ears as he does literally anything

“good girl, taking me so well..”

“can you hold on a little longer for me, doll?”

• just ask nicely for him to let you come and he’ll kiss your neck and speed up a bit to get you where you wanna be :3

• i’ve seen people paint him as this constant tease and rough orgasm denier during sex

• but tbh i feel like unless you’re being bratty he’ll take his time and be exceptionally gentle

• still a tease ofc but not like incredibly rough

• his voice during sex >

• he could say the most out of pocket thing and it would still sound hot

• isn’t incredibly educated on aftercare, but he does his best

• like first time you guys ever did it, he probs helped cleaned you up and gave you some kisses and then js went back to work

• but if you ask him if he can stay longer, he’ll oblige with no hesitation, holding you close as you rest

• he will give you everything you want within reason as long as you just communicate it to him

• loves loves loves hickies

• giving them, receiving them, he doesn’t care

• first time you gave him one he was asking almost begging you to give him more

• wears them out in public w pride

• marks you up if you’re going somewhere w a lot of people, not in an insecure way, but js so ppl know not to bother you :3

• POSSESSIVE

• lets you brush and play w his hair a lot

• if you enjoy having your hair played with he is the man for the job

• pulls your hair as you take him in your mouth, breathing heavy as you suck him off like a pro WHAT WHO SAID THAT

• not super vocal during sex, surprisingly enough

• the first time you were slightly worried you were doing something wrong until you heard him let out a faint moan

• he makes light noises tho, like you can hear his breath hitch and soft sighs and groans out of his mouth

• doesn’t whimper, but he loves it if you do

• might be embarrassed if he makes a louder noise by accident but it just makes you go faster which he appreciates

• his lack of volume is another one of his reasons he likes praising you, just so you know you’re doing everything right

“good, good.. just like that, keep going..”

• he would like fruity drinks like the starbucks refreshers, i will die on this hill

• isn’t clingy but enjoys being physically close to you

• like sitting beside you, sleeping in the same bed even if you aren’t cuddling, that type of thing

• i can imagine he’d be up for cuddling but you’d have to ask fs

• motorcycle rides

• motorcycle sex

• likes those tozo coffee candies

• lets you paint his nails, if it goes w what he’s wearing

• small physical things

• ruffling your hair, playfully poking you in the head, cupping your face as he kisses you

• listens to the cure, deftones, and smashing pumpkins. idk he just seems like he would

• maybe even cunty shit like lady gaga or charli xcx on a rlly good day

• music might help him focus better

[milksnake-tea]

hello my favorite star rail writer i am back bc i saw you reached 1k followers (CONGRATS BTW I DIDNT SEE EARLIER BC I STARTED CLASSES) and im a sucker for mutual pining its sickening to see two ppl so in love and blade, so blade + fluff prompt 10 would be amazing :D

extra points if mc isnt a fellow stellaron hunter, like in my head reader is sighing dreamily while march 7th is all "thats a wanted criminal"

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: You two have been pining over each other for God knows how long, and your friends are sick of it. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: blade ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: none! just fluff :D ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: IM SORRY THE LAST PART MADE ME LAUGH SO BAD GOODBYE I LOVE THAT !!! also..... IT GOT KINDA CRACK IM SORRY GOODBYE IT'S LESS PINING MORE DAN HENG BEING DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

It wasn't often that Blade strayed outside the mission.

Just as the sword he wielded, Blade cut through his missions with precise cuts, following Elio's script like law. While Kafka and Silver Wolf would take liberties with their scripts, going off to shop or to fight, Blade stayed at his designated spot, staring blankly at the clock until he was called upon once more. He never did more, never did less.

So to see him gazing off into the distance, a hint of a smile on his face, was definitely out of the ordinary.

"What's on your mind, Bladie?" Kafka asked, her pupil-less eyes peering at her partner from behind her drink. "It's rare to see you so... restless. Has the mara been bothering you?"

Blade shook his head, a disgruntled sigh escaping him. His gaze reached past Kafka, focusing on the silhouette of your person as you chatted away with Dan Heng.

Kafka hummed, tilting her head as she played with her straw, mindlessly stirring her beverage. "Hm... Then is it them?"

Blade's fingers stilled. Kafka smiled, knowing she had hit the spot.

"So it is," she mused, stifling a giggle as Blade shot her an annoyed look.

"They're talking to him," Blade muttered, laying his hand flat against the table. Surprisingly, the mara did not strike, nor did Blade become irritated. His voice was gentle, soft like the breeze.

"Indeed they are," Kafka took a sip, licking her lips at the burn of alcohol. "Do you wish that was you, Bladie?"

Her teasing wasn't lost on the man, but he didn't bother with a reply.

"No," Blade murmured, resting his head in the palm of his hand. The artificial sunlight of the Xianzhou bathed you in a heavenly glow, your carefree laughter a sweet symphony. "I wouldn't dare disturb such beauty."

And yet, it seemed as though fate had glanced his way, just as you had. Your eyes met with his, and you smiled, waving at him. Blade's heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, life returned to him.

His hand twitched, wanting to return your greetings, but the rough drag of his bandages stopped him. Blade averted his gaze, hiding his slowly flushing skin behind his palm.

Kafka snickered at his predicament, quickly snapping a photo of his flustered state and sending it to the other Stellaron Hunters. Instantaneously, Silver Wolf sent back a vomiting emoji, while Sam excitedly congratulated Blade on his newfound emotions. Elio didn't reply, he never does.

"Aren't you adorable," she cooed, turning her phone off and tucking it away. "You know, I doubt they'll mind if you just walked up to them."

Yes, you certainly wouldn't mind. However, your very disturbed friends would.

"What are you doing?" Dan Heng hissed as you waved to the Hunter, grabbing your wrist and snatching it down. "You know how dangerous that man is."

"But isn't he so cute?" you chuckled, the tips of your ears flushed. "Besides, he hasn't done anything to hurt me yet."

"Yet being the operative word," Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. "I hope you didn't forget how he threw a sword through me."

"I try not to think about it." You stretched back your arms. "Don't get your tail in a twist, Dan Heng. I'm just being friendly."

"That's not what your face says," Dan Heng commented, poking your cheek. "I can still see you mooning over him."

"I am not- mooning over him!" you objected, swatting his finger away. "I was just... thinking."

"Of course you are. Thinking of the man who stabbed me, that is."

"And he looked good doing it- Dan Heng!" you yelped as Dan Heng elbowed you. Your friend only crossed his arms, raising a brow at you as you glared at him. "Alright, alright, fine. I just- I know I shouldn't like him, but..."

"There's a but in this?"

"His arms are really toned, okay? Have you seen his muscles?"

Dan Heng gagged, pretending to throw up over the railing. "Far closer than I'd like to admit- Point being, he's a wanted criminal."

You stared blankly at him. "So?"

Dan Heng stared back. "What do you mean, 'so'?"

"I can fix him."

The only words you could use to describe Dan Heng's face was pure disappointment. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, and promptly walked away from you, quickening his steps as you chased after him.

"Hey! Where're you going so quickly-"

Dan Heng stopped for only a moment, his expression unreadable as he glanced back at you. "I don't talk to people who kiss wanted criminals."

You held up a finger. "To be fair, I haven't kissed him yet-"

"I'm leaving."

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[n3ptoonz]

Idk man, I think I’m gonna need to see you write how Raiden, Kenshi, Syzoth, Tomas, and Liu Kang behave when giving and receiving body worship 😏

oh...oh 😏

first half is bullet points and the second is blurbs bc my brain likes to stop working for some reason

suggestive, fluff elements under the cut, THIS WAS SO HARD TO FORMAT HOLY i'm sorry for taking so long!1!1?3? i hope this isn't ass🗿

When giving body worship:

Raiden

is nervous at first. so many things he wants to say, so many things he wants to do. you'd have to guide him at first but he quickly takes over as he gets the hang of it

he'd have you facing him because he wants to start from head to toe, taking extra time inspecting your face and kissing all over it

i can see him going as far as kneeling to get into what he likes about your lower body starting at your torso. if you have some type of tummy going on he's gonna sit there and knead at you like a cat (totally not self indulgent 😹)

Kenshi

makes it his mission. i'm referring back to my kenshi fic with this cause there's body worship in it

it don't matter what you look like or how secure/insecure you are in regards to your body, he's having you stand in front of a mirror and will shamelessly glide his soft tatted hands over the exact parts he adores

he praises you the entire time. physicality, personality, the things you do for him, how you've personally helped him and didn't realize, every. single. thing.

Syzoth

gets lost in the moment. i feel like he's a very emotional guy and lover to the point where he would prob almost cry (yall saw how fast he fell to his knees in the story) talking about the things he adores about you

don't even get him started on your body. he doesn't really understand the concept of body image, but he got the idea to worship yours because he found it so unique. like he's genuinely intrigued

expect him to leave bite barks on the places he likes the most, it's how his folks show love. his eyes would be sparkling and everything

Tomas

whispers sweet nothings. he LOVES giving body worship. he was always the kind of person who admired others quickly, and that especially included you

he's whispering/murmuring all types of cute things in your ear as you rock back in forth in his strong arms (lord god help me) whether you're facing him or not. "...to your lips, oh how i love your lips..." is definitely the cadence he's going for

it's actually pretty funny to think about him innocently talking about your body and innocently touching/grabbing at certain parts and then gets to like your ass and he's like "and this ass of yours...i could never grow tired of it." like 😭 what happened to pretty eyes mister?! (kidding you can say that again 😝)

Liu Kang

knows exactly what to do. If you're lying down, there's no part of your body that goes without a kiss. i mean literally no part of your body

he loves every single part of it, and he makes sure you understand that without a doubt. he'll make comments about almost everything

it surprises you sometimes how he's able to come up with such sentiments for something as simple as a knee or elbow, but it surely gets the job done

When receiving body worship:

Raiden is super shy. Whether you copy what he did or if it was for the first time and you gave him praise the whole time, he's a nervous wreck. It happened while you were straddling him and telling him how impressed you were with the work he put into his body, running your hands down his bare chest and peppering kisses all over him. The deep blush on his cheeks weren't nearly enough to tell you how much he appreciated you and your kind words.

Kenshi went from shy to letting his ego get fed a little bit. He values physical touch and quality time so much, and this was the perfect combination. He obviously wasn't expecting this, so at first he playfully brushed it off. Then once you started to really show and tell what you liked about him, you could see his eyebrow raise and the smirk on his face grow. He'd hold your face or hips while you did it, just to keep himself grounded and in the moment.

Syzoth didn't know what to do. He just...stood there. You could see the visible shock on his face, but clearly this was only because things like this didn't happen in the Zaterran world. Especially when you'd worship literally both forms, this is a newfound concept to him. Normally people are afraid of his natural form. But no, you showing love to all of him brought happy tears to his eyes.

Tomas was also very shy. He's confident in his abilities and clearly took the time to perfectly sculpt his own body for combat, but he never really thought about his own looks. So your intense focus and worship towards his physical appearance had him in awe. To the point of littering hickeys on the parts of his body nobody would be able to see but him made him all giddy and excited in and outside. In fact, he'd ask you to do this more often!

Liu Kang didn't really know how to respond at first. He appreciated your efforts, really. You decided to surprise him after you hadn't seen him in a while. He'd smile down at you using some of his techniques and kissing down his body starting from his forehead. Eventually he gets used to your way of showing affection and you'll physically see him melt under your touch.

[starryriize]

kissed by the moonlight | sohee

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bff! sohee and bff! reader (friends to lovers)

೫ summary: after your exams, you go to the pool with your best friend to relax, unaware that he's been holding back his feelings ever since he met you

೫ genre/word count: fluffy!! suggestive towards the end, but mainly romantic!! 847 words!!

೫ author's note: i am SO SO sorry this is late :(( university is kicking my ass right now and i underestimated my procrastination skills BUT in return, i give you sohee 🫶🏼 this is semi-proofread btw (edit: i added more suggestive things bc i felt it didn’t meet the initial level of suggestiveness)

“Okay. I have the candles. The snacks…” Sohee mumbled to himself, pacing back and forth as the night got darker. He’d planned his date, well no, confession weeks ago after Seunghan encouraged him to stop being so worried and just confess. What’s the worst that could happen, he thought to himself. He’d bought all your favorite snacks and chocolates that he knows you like. The candles were a last-minute addition because the snacks didn’t look romantic enough. 

Just as Sohee adjusted a candle to not cause a fire hazard, he heard your soft giggles. You were saying bye to your friends, opening the door to the secluded pool. He whips his head up, eyes widening as he sees you walk toward him. Every word that he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, only managed to mutter a small hello. 

“What’s up, Sohee?” Oh. Your voice was like an addictive melody that he could listen to for hours and never get bored of. The way the moonlight gave you a soft glow made him believe you were heaven-sent. 

Sohee took a seat at the edge of the pool as he admired you, his best friend. He thought back to when he first met you, remembering how kind you looked and how he was nervous to approach you. It all began with you saying hi, which turned into asking about each other’s day, and into knowing each other like the back of your hand. 

“Uh..well. Uhm. I…” He trails off, struggling to find the words, losing all his confidence when he rehearsed this in his bathroom mirror. “I brought you some snacks.” His eyes flick toward the snack plate filled with mint chocolate Oreos, slices of honeydew, peaches, and rye chips. You look at him, curious as to why he had a plate with all your favorite snacks. “Sohee…why do you have all my favorite snacks memorized?” He blushes, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Turning away from you, fearing that if he stared at you a minute longer, he’ll make a mistake. 

“Uh…becauseIlikeyou.” He says quickly, ears turning red from embarrassment. Oh, if his friends saw him now, they’d be teasing him to no end. His mind ran with thoughts, wondering if you found him weird that he knows what you like. “Ah. Thank you.” You smile softly as you pick up an oreo, taking a bite. Mid chew, you finally process what he told you. “Wait. Sohee. Did you say that you like me?” You finish chewing, turning to look at him. 

“Yeah,” he paused, looking off into the distance, admiring how beautiful the city looked at night. He was avoiding the topic of how he likes you or, rather, admitting when he started to like you. However, that didn’t matter to you. You found it cute, and little did he know, he gave you butterflies everytime he smiled at you. 

For a few minutes, the night air spoke words that neither of you could find. There was a comfortable silence as you took a peach, popping it into your mouth. He quietly took a honeydew, sighing happily at the refreshing taste. 

“The moon…it’s really…” Sohee trailed off, unable to find words to accurately describe the moon and how it gave you an almost angelic glow. His voice cut through the quiet air, the only sound that could be heard was the crickets and the soft lapping of the water. The pool date was the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips and how the gloss emphasized how plush and soft they were. He watches your lips part as you reply, “Breathtaking. I know.” God, I want to kiss her so badly. He thought to himself. Licking his own lips, his eyes catch yours, but there was something different. As you looked into Sohee’s eyes, you saw a hint of…desire, or maybe it was the moonlight playing tricks on your thoughts. 

“Sohee…” you manage to whisper out, the snack tray forgotten as he leans in closer. His hand finds the edge of your lips, bringing his thumb to wipe off the Oreo crumbs. Smirking, he teases, “You had a bit of crumbs on your lips.” Where…where did the shy Sohee go? You wonder to yourself. Your mind goes hazy at the feeling of his fingers against your lips, your heartbeat racing at how close he was to you. Milimeters. That’s how close he was. He closes the distance between the two of you, all the words unspoken in a single kiss. It was gentle, yet filled with desire as though you were the oxygen he relied on. The way his lips perfectly moved against yours drove you crazy., his tongue slipping into your mouth, causing you to gasp and pull away. Barely a second of catching your breath, he chased after your lips, capturing them once more. He sighed into your lips, getting addicted to the taste of your strawberry lip gloss. You’re so caught up in the moment, getting drunk on the way Sohee kissed you, that you didn’t realize his hand had left your waist.

The warmth of his hand rested on your thigh, a perfectly innocent gesture. But the way he was lightly bringing his hands to your the edge of your bikini, drove you insane. Whatever the outcome of his wandering hands, you needed him. Sohee looks up at you with dazed eyes, a small grin as he asks softly, “May I?” You nod, a quiet yes escaping your mouth. The night air was the witness to your breathless sighs as he pulled aside your bikini, smiling as he teased you for being so wet even though you didn’t go in the pool.

Safe to say, you spent longer than you intended by the poolside under the moonlight.

[updownlately]

how do i hold these emotions (when you spin my world out of place?)

| leah williamson x reader | angst | 3.9k | inspo: butterflies by abe parker | a/n: so this has been sitting in the ask box for nearly a month. initially i didn't get to it bc of school and then bc i struggled to think of what to write. i'm not really happy with how this turned out tbh but i want to at least get something out in regards to this one, lest i stretch it out another month, so here ya go...

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You hadn’t meant to hurt her. You really hadn’t. Everything had happened so quickly. One second you were intently watching the ball get kicked around during five-a-side and the next you were diving to make a save, unaware of the blonde running in behind the ball.

In your urgency to secure the ball, you hadn’t actively paid attention to your arms stretching out, nor the way the white cleats got caught between your outstretched limbs, you managing to gather more than just the ball.

It was only when the blood rushing from your ears disappeared, when the slight jolt of adrenaline wore off, that you realized the tangled mess of limbs that lay behind you.

Pausing, you immediately furrowed your eyebrows. Players weren’t supposed to be where she was. Players weren’t supposed to be behind the keeper. 

Eyes widening in realization, you dropped the ball and quickly stood up in a panic. 

“Oh my god, I’m so s-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The sharp voice cut through your sentence, the anger behind it nearly pushing you a step back.

“I-I’m sorry. I swear. It was an accident.” Your voice quieter this time, the fear evident. The midfielder was on the ground, almost curled up in fetal position, hands clutching her ankle. 

By now the whole team was nearly surrounding you two, Lia and Steph crossing you to be by Leah’s side.

“An accident is when you miss the ball, not when you fucking take out your own teammate during a damn practice,” Leah practically growled out, her eyes still not meeting yours.

“Leah, breathe. She was just doing her job, it was an accident.”

You looked over at Steph, a grateful look appearing on your face for a brief second before promptly turning your attention back to Leah. 

“Her job is to stop the ball, not injure a teammate. If she can’t do that then she should find another job.”

You swallowed hard at her tone, the words hitting you hard. You knew being signed by Arsenal, even as a backup keeper wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, you had expected it to be gruelling and tiresome. But you didn’t expect this. You didn’t think you’d manage to turn one of the club’s key players against you on one of your first few practices with them.  

Leah didn’t even turn to look at you, her back being the only thing visible as she let the other two players and the oncoming medical staff examine her speaking volumes to you. 

The way the ever-supportive, always-understanding skipper couldn’t even look you in the eye hurt you more than words could say. 

Body slumping, your shoulders caved in and you quietly stepped back, letting your head hang low. Mentally berating yourself, you cursed at your mind for reacting so quickly, for not looking at where you were diving, towards who you were diving.

Part of you knew it was your job, that this was part of the game, that technically it wasn’t your fault. Yet, the people pleaser inside couldn’t help but agree with Leah. It was stupid of you to have saved that ball. After all, it was just a practice, right? You could have most definitely gotten away with just letting her score, but you didn’t. And where did that leave you? With a future Arsenal legend cursing you out while they likely had another injury, no thanks to you. 

Just as your thoughts began spiralling towards what Jonas might be thinking about only just acquiring you and you already injuring one of his key players, you felt a gentle hand come to rest upon your shoulders. 

Body jolting, you whipped your head around, tense muscles only slightly relaxing when you saw who the hand was attached to. Stina. 

You let her gently tug you towards her, walking backwards, eyes still downcast.

“Ignore her okay? She’s just running high on emotions, she doesn’t mean it.” The quiet words whispered in your ear don’t have the desired effect however, the weight of your actions sinking into your thoughts.

You shrug in response, taking off your gloves to wipe your sweaty palms on the side of your shorts. 

Bending down to tuck the gloves between your knees, your lips mumbled out a quick prayer to a God you didn’t believe in enough. You prayed, hoped, begged that whatever you had done wasn’t major. After all, the blonde had only recently come back from injury. 

Inhaling deeply, you rose again, unaware of Stina’s eyes on you. You intently watched as the staff tested out Leah’s legs and ankle, holding your breath when one of them gently pressed their fingers around her ankle, turning it slightly. Your eyes immediately flickered over to Leah’s face, eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, trying to gauge the potential severity of the collision. 

It was only when the striker grabbed your arm for a second time that you broke from your staring. “C’mon, it’s a water break. Let them do their thing, she’ll be fine.” Your head swivelled at her comments, finally taking note of how empty the field around you was, save for the ongoing situation. Shooting one last concerned look over at the gunner trio by the goalposts, you trailed behind the Swedish player. 

Throughout the water break, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Leah and the medical staff. Even as Katie and Kim tried to distract you with conversation, your mind wandered. You wondered how Jonas was feeling about this whole situation. It had only been a little over a month since Leah had come back from her ankle injury, a slew of lesions across the years causing a tense relationship between the midfielder and her crucial joints. And now you had potentially caused another one. You despised the thought of you being the reason she would be out again, for more reasons than one. 

Your worries however, rang true, attention being stolen from the girls in front of you and finding its way to the oncoming stampede of footsteps from the pitch.

Wincing, you turned around, ready to assess just how badly you fucked up. 

Unfortunately for you, the sight ahead of you had your heart silently breaking in two, partially in worry for yourself, but more so in pain for the blonde that was limping across the grounds.

You could sense the tension in the group walking towards the locker room. Leah was hobbling on one foot, using Lia as a crutch while Steph walked beside the pair, defeat clear in her body. The medical staff themselves were quietly conversing with one another, discussing something you couldn’t quite make out.

Deciding to take a chance, you opened your mouth to apologize as the blonde passed you, another ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue. However, before you could even get any semblance of a sound out, Leah interrupted you, steel blue eyes connecting with yours for the first time since the encounter.

“Save it. You’ve already done enough.” The irritation didn’t surprise you, after all, you didn’t expect her to be your biggest fan right now. Still, the contempt in her voice had you in shock, heart aching at what you had done and where it had left you. 

Eyes staying wide, body frozen to where you stood, you closed your mouth. 

It was only as Leah walked away from you that you let yourself move, immediately bringing your hands to run through your hair in frustration, before bringing them over your face in a failed attempt to rid yourself of the guilt that plagued you. 

Fuck.

~~~

A week had passed since the collision, the injury turning out to be nothing more than a somewhat minor ankle sprain, only looking to keep the defender out for a little less than three weeks.

In the days that had gone by thus far though, you did your best to avoid Leah, still nervous at the blonde’s initial reaction and her icy demeanour towards you.

You wanted to chalk up her disdain for you to just the unfortunate event and forget about it, but since the incident, each time that you passed her around the training grounds, she seemed to avoid you, ignoring your existence completely. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. 

You had looked up to the defender throughout your own career, marvelling at her determination and dedication even though you were only a few months younger than her. To have her nearly pretend you don’t exist whilst on the same team burned you more than you’d like to admit. 

Knowing you had to be mature however, you pretended to be fine every time you saw Leah conversing with another teammate near you. You ignored the tug in your heart when she’d greet the rest of the team, her lips magically skipping your name, as you all filed into the weight room. You told the team it was fine when they confronted you about it, even going as far as telling Kim that you didn’t take it to heart, that you understood why she was upset.

Well aware that you didn’t deserve this treatment, you still let it slide, not wanting to cause any more problems. 

You didn’t let it show to the team but now you were slightly more cautious in practices, letting more goals rocket past you, too afraid of diving too close to a teammate. It was a dangerous game you were playing, nearly putting your career on line, but you couldn’t care about that right now as much as you wanted to. Ensuring you didn’t injure any more teammates was your top priority, lest you somehow manage to turn the whole Arsenal women’s team against you after injuring yet another player.

So as practices passed, you gave your 100% during any distance shooting drills, diving left, right, and centre as needed. You did what you had to, knowing there was no one near you. But when it came to close range shooting, five-a-side, or any other drills you dialled it down. You tried to be subtle with your lessening actions but you knew that the training staff could tell. And you were proven right.

Training had just ended for the day, the cold January breeze making you shiver as you walked across the pitch. You had only made it half way over before you heard your name being called, Jonas’ booming voice carrying through the wind easily. 

Turning around, you walked to him, confusion etched on your face, dread running cold in your bones. 

“Hey, what’s up?” You tried to sound nonchalant. You’re pretty sure you failed.

“You’re holding back during practices, don’t think I can’t tell.”

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.

“Don’t. Listen, we brought you here for a reason, what happened with Leah was a freak accident, it wasn’t intentional and we all know that. 

Your body stiffened, swallowing audibly, aware that you just got caught. 

“I don’t care what whoever tells you. You came in here with a job to do and you were doing it well. I’d like to hope that it continues as such.” Jonas ends the conversation, leaving no room for discussion. You can only nod in response, turning around to head to the locker rooms. 

Stuck in your own musings, contemplating on your choices, you don’t see LW squared headed your way, Leah finally off the crutches she’s been using for the past week and a half.

It’s when you almost crash into them, cleats just barely appearing in your field of vision ,that you realize your predicament. Quickly throwing yourself to the side, you just barely manage to avoid hitting Leah again.

“Do you make a habit of injuring all the national captains or just the English ones?” Leah grumbled into the air, the quip no doubt directed to you even as she looked straight ahead.

“S-Sorry.” You squeaked out, picking up your pace and heading in the opposite direction.

You knew she didn’t like you. And you knew you had to make amends with it. What you couldn’t figure out yet is whether you rather have her ignore your existence or acknowledge it with her dislike for you on display.

You didn’t know it as you walked away, but the second you’re were out of earshot, Lia confronted Leah, understanding just how terrible of a position you were in right now.

“You know it wouldn’t kill you to be nice to her right?”

“It wouldn’t kill her to not injure me, especially not after I just came back from an ankle injury,” Leah muttered in response.

“Listen, she’s already been beating herself up for it ever since it happened. You need to cut her some slack.”

“But-“

“No buts. Leah she’s been too afraid to even dive during close practices now. The only time she’s actively being a goalkeeper is during long distance shooting, and we both know that’s not going to do us any good and it definitely won’t do her any good.”

Pouting, it was Leah’s turn to look at her cleats, mind wandering. 

“I wasn’t that rude to her was I?” “You’ve been ignoring her for two weeks! She’s only been here for three!”

Silently groaning, the blonde continued walking.

“Leah…”

“Yes mum?”

“Fix it.”

“Yes m-“ “And stop calling me mum, you child.”

“Yes mother.” A gentle smack hit the back of the skipper’s head before the Swiss captain took off running onto the pitch.

“Oi!”

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You thought being a backup keeper for a club like Arsenal, who already had a great goalie meant that playing time for you wasn’t going to be crazy. You believed it. Nearly confidently knew it. So when Jonas told you that they were resting Manu for the game against Leeds, your anxiety spiked through the roof. After all, it had only been a little over three weeks that you had been with the club, two of them spent with a star player of theirs injured because of you.

Aware that with the team you had the game would be easy, even if it was the fourth round of the FA cup, you weren’t worried about the Gunner’s ability to score and win. The thought of starting while being a backup goalie however, of wanting to maintain a clean sheet on your first game, intimidated you.

When you had initially got the news, two days before the game was supposed to be held, you immediately started to prepare. 

After Jonas had pulled you aside, you had gone off and begged one of the trainers to stay back and shoot at you, setting you up in tough positions and sending in shots from all sorts of angles. Spending an extra two hours on pitch that day, you tirelessly saved shot after shot, working on your release, your control of back passes, and your dropkicks, wanting to perform your best. It was only when the trainer called it a day that you agreed to go home and rest.

You spent match day minus one reviewing game footage, nervousness still rolling through your body. You had studied Leed’s strikers’ shot tendencies, taking note of how the starting XI liked to attack, but still, the weight of what this game meant for you, for your career, sat on your shoulder with a heavy weight no matter how much you prepped.

Arriving to the Meadow Park the day of the game, headphones blasting music, you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach, tried to ease the tension in your jaw, but it was to no avail. 

Even throughout Jonas’ locker room speech and announcement of the starting lineup, your leg bounced fervently. It was only when warm-ups started that you finally started feeling a bit calmer, the familiar feeling of being on the pitch shushing the roar of voices in your head. 

However, when the team huddled up right before the game started, you could feel the nerves crawl up your spine again. It was only when you felt a hand rest on your arm did your thoughts finally branch off from the game, eyebrows furrowing as you traced the limb to its owner, Leah.

Eyes widening, you looked down at your feet, checking to see if you were maybe stepping on her foot or accidentally crowding her. Noting that you weren’t in fact injuring her in any way, you stepped back, mind reeling at the fact that Leah, the Leah that you injured not so long ago, and then almost hurt again, was willingly standing next to you right now, your arm in her grasp.

Sliding up next beside you, Leah turned to face you, your eyes meeting blue ones for the first time since the injury. 

Taking a sharp inhale, you let your head fall slightly, body deflating. You really weren’t in the mood to be reminded of how you injured the girl, not with the way you were feeling right now.

Leah sighed at your timid demeanour, Lia’s words from a week ago still whispers in her head.

She knew you had been nervous all day, very likely due to the fact that you were starting today. With the way she treated you thus far, she thought maybe she could try and help make you feel a bit more confident but clearly with the way you almost collapsed in on yourself in her presence convinced her otherwise.

Still, it was worth a shot.

“Listen, I know we haven’t started off on the greatest footing, but just know that I’m rooting for you today…we all are. You’ve got this. You weren’t starting keeper for the Red Stars for no reason, you earned it there, and you’re gonna do that again here. Don’t let the voices in your head convince you otherwise.”

The quiet words from the blonde had you frozen in your spot, the gentleness and concern catching you off guard. The words somehow managed to ease your anxiousness ever so slightly however, the weight on your shoulders easing just ever so slightly.

Nodding, you whispered out a meek thanks, eyes meeting hers to show your appreciation. 

Splitting from the rest of the team, you made your way to the goal, throwing your water bottle to the side and taking position. Stretching your neck, you let Leah’s words play in your mind, shoulders loosening up, chest puffing up in confidence.

Throughout the game, you were hyper focused, eyes tracing the ball, following its path even whilst it was wholly across the field from you. Active at every chance you needed to be, you were agile, running to aid in back passes, being aware of a few shots taken your way, ones that you caught with ease. 

By half time, your confidence in yourself was off the charts, proud of your performance and for keeping a clean sheet thus far. It also helped that the team had a comfortable 3-0 lead, thanks to Foord, Kühl, and Kim.

Making your way across the field behind the rest of your team, you saw Leah staying back, her gaze on you. As you approached, she fell into step with you.

“You did great you know? Clean sheet so far and you made a handful of key saves! Especially the one shot where you somehow managed to punch the ball just wide.” You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face at her words, posture straightening in pride. 

“You really think so?” “Yeah. You did great. You’re not a half-bad keeper y’know…”

Walking the last little bit in silence, you internally celebrated at Leah’s words, glad that she wasn’t upset at you any more. 

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As the final whistle blew, the three sharp tweets ringing throughout the pitch, you let yourself sigh in relief, all the tension leaving your body in seconds.

A content grin on your face, you grabbed your water and started making your way to the rest of the team. 

A string of claps on the back and acknowledgements from your teammates on your performance as you joined the group had you smiling, the clean sheet and nine goals scored no doubt bringing a sense of achievement to everyone. You let yourself be roughhoused by Katie, the Irish woman loudly expressing her joy and tackling you with a muffled “good game rook!” as you listened to Jonas talk. As he finished up his overview of the game, you could feel his sights rest on you, your head tilting, curious at what was going on.

“And just before I let you guys go and change, I just want to shoutout our keeper’s efforts today. From being told that she would be playing in her first game only two days ago, she’s done fantastic, keeping a clean sheet and being ready at any given point to help our defence out. I know the past few weeks have been hard to you, with the new environment and team to get used to, but you absolutely killed it and we’re all proud of you.” Directing the last few sentences to you, you looked at your feet in nervousness, overwhelmed by the support you were receiving. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you guys…thank you all, seriously,” you replied back, head raising to make eye contact with all of the gunners around you.

And as Jonas finally let you go, you let yourself take in the moment one more time, aware that while this game would be minor in the long run, it now held a special place in your heart, bringing on beginnings only you knew. 

Getting jostled out of your thoughts however, you found the English captain at your side once again.

“How you feeling?”

“Happy I think? It feels nice to be here right now.”

“Just right now?” Leah questioned, an inkling in her mind at the choice of your words, one that became concrete as you shrugged in response to her question.

“Hey listen, I’m sorry for being mean earlier. You didn’t deserve it and I had no right to be an asshole to you when it could have happened to anybody.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for injuring you right after you had just returned from another injury.”

“Don’t you dare apologize for that. Accident’s happen, it was just an unfortunate series of events.” “Still-”

“I’ll go back to being rude to you y’know? If you keep apologizing.”

Smiling to yourself, you sighed in defeat. 

“New slate?” You stuck out your hand, awaiting a handshake.

“New slate,” Leah agreed, her own meeting yours, three shakes between you two.

Letting go, you felt as the Leah’s arm come to rest over your shoulders, and for the first time, you held your head up high, delighted that you could stand beside her without fear. Basking in the moment, you let yourself be pulled into her side hug, cheeks hurting from smiling so much and a heart that was finally content for the first time since you joined the club.

You hadn’t meant to hurt her and you were glad she knew it. With your guys’ budding friendship now growing, you wondered what the future would hold, happy to be here, beside her, a seed of hope in your heart.

[cheollipop]

Sorry if I’m late to hard hours. I was trying to think of a prompt and then I was just reminded of this video:

https://twitter.com/intimatespaces/status/1637351238625886209?s=46&t=pEx9ML_AFTWts7to9JdO2w

Reminds me of San bc I feel like he can get so desperate like this that he just hoists you up like this to get right to it. And he’s got the muscles to do it 🥴

nsfw link

first of all, how dare you do this to me. I saw this in the morning and everytime I spotted a solid, vertical surface my mind wandered back to this ask. DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT????

ahem, anyway.

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!

barely through the front door, san threw his keys onto the small table by the entrance and turned around to crash his body into yours, your lips painfully pressing together in a messy battle of teeth and spit.

"sannie, wait," you tried pulling away, but the arm he had around your waist held you flush against his body, his free hand undressing you hastily. "let's go inside first-"

"can't wait. 'need you right now," he mumbled, trailing his lips down to your jawline to suck a bruise there, his hot breath blowing heavily over the skin.

a small squeak escaped through your lips when san's hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted your bare body. before you could wrap your legs around his waist, he continued hoisting you up his torso until your thighs enveloped his head and your legs dangled off his shoulders, back pressed into the wall.

your fingers instantly gripped his black locks, your body swaying in his hold before he tightened his his hands over your hips.

"s-san, I'm gonna fall!" you protested, trying to keep still.

"you won't fall," his words vibrated on your skin as he pressed feathery kisses over your inner thighs. "trust me, baby. can you do that for me?"

at the sight of his feline eyes looking up at you—all wide and pleading—your head moved on its own, the small nod enough to drive san's face further between your legs.

his lips parted to latch onto your clit, sucking harshly to draw out a surprised moan from above him, his tongue flicking over the hooded nub before pulling away, the hands on your hips sliding down and tightening just under your ass to spread your legs apart. the fingers in his hair tightened, unintentionally pulling him off you as you scrambled to keep your balance.

he looked up at you through lidded eyes, an unamused expression on his face after you'd interrupted him. "I asked you to trust me, didn't I?" a shiver ran through your body when the deep baritone of his voice hit your ear, an embarrassed sound of agreement reverberating through your chest. "you're safe, jagi, I promise. let me make you feel good now, yeah?

"okay," you whispered, and san's lips were on you again, pressing a harsh kiss onto your clit before dipping lower.

his tongue poked out to taste your arousal, groaning deep in his throat before rolling it out fully and licking a stripe up your slit. "taste so fucking good. 'could barely hold back from fucking you in front of everyone at dinner," he mumbled into your cunt, his tongue pushing past your clenching hole the second the last word slipped through his lips.

glimpsing down at the man, his face buried between your legs and his tongue stuffed into your pussy, guttural groans vibrating inside you as your arousal flooded his tastebuds. your eyes trailed over his shoulders, the muscle bulging through his shirt and making way for the strong arms holding you up, the fabric stretched thin around them.

at the brush of his tongue over your g-spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quickly forgot how high up you were being held, rolling your hips into san's face with the burning need to cum. you were already pent up, san's fleeting touches throughout dinner and on the drive back home enough to have you gushing into the pretty lace panties he'd recklessly stripped you of the second you'd stepped into your shared apartment.

but now his nose was pressing into your clit, his tongue curling inside you until your thighs began to shake around his face. 'cum for sannie,' you could hear him say as he looked up at you, fluttering his eyelashes while he pushed you over the edge.

you came with a cry, your fingers tugging harshly on his hair while he encouraged you to ride his face, strong hands holding you firmly over his shoulders. so you rolled your hips over his tongue—all desperate and needy, pleasure dimming the world around you and sending sparkling waves of heat up your spine. san stayed still and allowed you to take whatever you wanted from him, his cock straining painfully against the material of his pants as he felt you clench around him. when your hips slowed down to a stop, his tongue slipped out of you and moved back to your clit, the small kitten licks he placed over it making your body spasm in his hold.

"one more," you heard him whisper.

staring down the man while he eagerly lapped at your overstimulated cunt, his cock undoubtedly hard and leaking all over the inside of his tight dress pants, your eyes fluttered shut as he guided you through a second orgasm. your body shuddered forcefully in his hands, curling in on yourself as twinges of pain mixed with shockwaves of burning pleasure, violently rushing through you and making you see stars. san's tongue moved slowly over your clit, dipping lower to swallow down the arousal gushing from your pussy before finally pulling away.

you instantly recognized the glimmer of want in his eyes—this was going to be a long night.

[citruswriter]

It’d be such a shame if we idk

Got some more bayverse x animalistic Reader

Realizing They're In Love

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A/N: Such as shame you say? Well shameful I must be then BC WE GETTING MORE! I love how ya'll enjoy my cringy boyfriend scenarios. Honestly, it's so nostalgic.

Previous part here btw

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, they/them pronouns.

Leo waved at you as you left the lair for the day. You had left early, something about hanging out with somebody else today because you promised. Your eyes lingered on him a little longer than they had with the others, golden iris's seeming to see straight through his walls. His heart clenched as you flashed him a grin, fangs and all, before skipping off. What is this feeling? He wondered. The way he felt around you was so different to how he felt around other people. Unable to take his mind off you, he went to the meditation room, sitting in his typical lotus position and getting comfortable. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and feelings. These feelings were new and he wasn't sure what to make of them. What if they were a threat? He needed to distance himself from such silly emotions before they ended up hurting him.

"Hey I think (Y/N) left their jacket here." He heard Mikey's voice wander into his ears. "The light grey one?" Donnie questioned. He heard a rustling of fabric, most likely Mikey moving it to get a better look at it. "Yeah, looks like it," he confirmed. Leo got up and moved towards the voices. "Where should we put it?" Raph asked and Leo raised his hand. "I'll put it in my room so it doesn't get lost," he offered. His brothers all turned to look at him and blink. "What?" He questioned, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "Dude you never put other people's things in your room. Even for safe keeping," Mikey said and Leo felt his face heat up, but he kept the same stoic exterior. "Yeah well you all are messy. Besides, (Y/N) seems rather attached to the jacket. My room is the most organized and I don't want it getting lost. They might get emotional if it gets lost and we don't want that". He reasoned, shrugging his shoulders and gently taking the jacket from Mikey. "You don't want their feelings hurt? Leo do you care about this person?" Mikey teased. "Of course I care. We hang out and they're April's roommate. Why wouldn't I care? I'm not an ass". He snapped back Mikey giggled. "I dunno dude. You seem to have a special liking for them." Mikey came back with and Raph grunted. "I agree. I swear, sometimes you act like a lovesick puppy around them. Which says something seeing as though they're the canine and not you". Leo rolled his eyes and made his way to his room, neatly folding the jacket as he walked.

You act like a lovesick puppy. Raph's words echoed in his head. Leo sighed softly as he placed the jacket on the top of his dresser. "Am I... Am I in love?" He asked to nobody. Looking at the jacket, he smoothed out some of the wrinkles and sighed. "Yeah. Yeah I think I am".

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, they/them pronouns.

Your laugh echoed throughout the sewer. Raph continued to punch the bag in front of him. He could hear you and Mikey gaming together but couldn't quite make out what you were saying. Not like he cared. He had been avoiding you lately. He didn't know why but every time he saw you, he... felt different. He didn't know how to explain it. You just brought out this feeling in him that he hadn't felt before. It was so foreign and he didn't like how uncomfortable it made him feel. "Hey Raph?" Your voice cut through his thoughts and he paused his punching to look at you. "Yeah?" He grunted out, taking in your posture. You were nervous, he could tell. Ears lightly pinned back, tail in between your hands in an anxious fashion, brows furrowed softly. "I'm leaving. Just wanted to say goodbye". You said, offering up a soft smile. There was that feeling again... You looked so unsure and anxious. He wanted to ask you what was wrong. Cradle your face and brush your hair out of your face. Pet you and get that spot right behind your eyes that always made you him in delight and purr like a motorboat.

Raph pushed his thoughts away. "Bye," he replied bluntly before returning to his boxing. He saw your face fall before shuffling away. He didn't care. Yes you do. His thoughts battled against him. "Dude what has been up with you?" Mikey questioned and Raph paused his exercise once again, making his way to the bench this time to grab some water. "What are you talking about?" He shot back and Donnie came up behind his brother in orange with a juice box. "You've been avoiding (Y/N). They've noticed it too. You've been so blunt and cold towards them." Mikey replied, crossing his arms. "Mikey's correct. You seem to be distancing from them. They think they did something wrong and upset you," Donnie chimed in and Raph's face softened. "They think I'm upset with them?" He asked softly and his brothers nodded. "No that's- that's not it at all. They just make me feel weird. Whenever they're around I have this need to hold them and make sure they're ok and other corny shit like that," he confessed. He saw his brothers look at each other and grin. "What?" He snapped and Mikey laughed. "Dude you're in love! Oh this makes so much more sense! You've never been in love before so of course it makes you feel uncomfortable!" He said, nearly bursting with excitement.

"That's absurd," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised. You seem rather affectionate with them even calling them cute petnames. And you just said you have this feeling of wanting to hold and protect them. Kinda sounds like love Ralph." Donnie agreed and Raph sighed. In love? But you two were so different... "You say shit about this to them and I'll personally come for the both of you," he growled out with a glare. Gosh what have you done to him?

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Donatello x Reader 🧡 (💚 if you squint)

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant.

"Thank you for finally letting me look at your wings," Donnie said, gently touching them as you held them spread out for him. "Of course, Dee! You've been so patient, I figured it was time to reward you," you said, a teasing tone edging your voice. Donnie felt his face heat up and he had to stop himself from churring. "Dee? That's new," he questioned and he noticed your antenna twitch with nervousness. "Oh I'm sorry! Do you not like it?" You questioned and Donnie chuckled. Always so considerate. He appreciated your constant effort to respect any boundaries he may have. "No dear it's fine. I'm just teasing," he admitted. You were so beautiful, so considerate, so gentle. He kept studying your wings in deep thought, occasionally writing down notes or drawing diagrams. At this point he had a whole notebook dedicated to his research of you. He even let you pick out which notebook he'd use. You had eagerly picked out a notebook covered in different kinds of bugs.

He paused momentarily to look at you. The way your wings sprouted from your back, the arches and curves of your body, your soft hair that had been gently put out of the way. You truly are a work of art... He thought to himself. He wondered how you would feel pressed up against him. Hands cradling his face, lips kissing his. He swallowed thickly and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. What was that? What's wrong with me? He immediately thought in a panic. "Dee? You ok?" You asked softly, looking over your shoulder to look at him in the eyes and his heart melted. "I'm fine (Y/N). Sorry, was just thinking," he said, which wasn't a lie. He had been thinking. Thinking about you and how utterly in love he was with you...

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings and long elf-like ears, sex joke, they/them pronouns.

A/N: Let's face it. Out of all the turtles, this man would be the most accepting of his own damn feelings.

"TAKE THAT! I WIN!" You shouted, jumping up to dance in victory. You giggled and did a spin before jumping back onto the couch. "Awwwww. Not again. You're getting better at this," Mikey chuckled and you gently nudged him with your wings, ears twitching with excitement. "But we both know that if I actually tried, I'd absolutely crush you sugartits," he teased and you rolled your eyes. "Sugartits? Really?" You questioned but you giggled none the less and he couldn't help but stare at you affectionately. "Bet your tits taste sweet like sugar," he teased and a flustered expression crept up onto your face. "Michaelangelo I swear to god!" You exclaimed and you thwacked him with one of your wings, loose downy feathers shaking loose causing him to wave his hand to prevent himself from getting a mouth full of feathers. "Whaaaaaat? Come on you know I'm just joking around with you." He laughed and you scoffed playfully at him, setting down the controller to get yourself a plate of pizza and another drink. He watched you closely as you walked into the kitchen to gather your meal. This man was utterly head over heels and he knew it. You were an absolute treasure and he wanted nothing more than to hold you close and call you his.

"Earth to Mikey. You good?" You waved a hand in front of his face and he jumped slightly, realizing he had gotten lost in his daydreams. He felt his face heat up and he chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah. Sorry angelcakes. Got lost in thought," he confessed and you furrowed your brows, sitting beside him. "What about?" You questioned. You. He thought. "Nothing much." He replied.

He whined and begged when you said you had to leave. It was routine for you two at this point. You'd say you needed to leave, Mikey would beg for 10 more minutes, you'd deny him, he'd pout, you would giggle and hug him goodbye, he'd hug you back and tell you bye. "I'll be back Wednesday, Mikey," you reminded him as you wrapped your arms and wings around him in a comforting hug. Mikey hugged you back, breathing your scent in. You smelled like your soap and the rain that had pelted you on your bike ride to the lair. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll try not to die from lack of attention before then," he joked and you laughed. Saying goodbye once more before watching you leave. Groaning, he plopped onto the couch, rubbing his eyes. "What's your problem?" Leo asked and Mikey sighed, looking over at his older brother. "Isn't it obvious? I'm in love, dude! They're literally so perfect..." He replied, tone thick with adoration. Leo almost visually cringed and his brother's sappy behavior.

"Guess you better bag them before somebody else then," Raph's low voice piped up as he left his room to get some snacks. Mikey sighed and shook his head. "I know but also, I'm literally a freak of nature compared to them". He lamented. "(Y/N) doesn't seem like the type to judge you for simply being a turtle, Mikey. They're a mutant themselves remember? I'm sure they'd be understanding." Donnie said and Mikey nodded. He sighed as his mind wandered to you again. Now to figure out how to ask you out-

Planning on some angst next. Maybe Reader having a partner already and they find out before confessing. But don't worry, I'll make them break up so Reader can be with our favorite turtle boys. They deserve the best.

[s-4pphics]

scent of the pine. 7 (e.w)

hi c:

wc;cw 15.4k, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r black coded <3, angst, brief mentions of therapy and depression, FLUFF :D, underage drinking, weed, three smut scenes omfg MDNI!!!, fingering, eating out no buffalo wild wings, strapons, vibrators, scratching, choking, some pain kink lol, some switch!ellie i’m barking, dubcon(they r drunk), nipple play, exhibitionism😳, more music references hi 21, lots of descriptions of sex bc they’re horny n in love, this is pretty cute tbh

THEME FOR THE PART GET INTO ITTTTTT

Ellie heard your sister before she’d seen her. 

She was mindlessly talking to Elijah about the small, recurring glitch she kept hearing in her mix when she heard her boisterous laugh. She stiffened like she heard the whisper of a ghost, Isaiah’s goofy personality pulling giggles out of her mouth as the bar door closed behind them. 

The second their eyes met, Ellie saw your sister’s pupils get overshadowed by shock, then sorrow, then anger. A nasty, uncontrollable anger that she could only watch fester within her. 

Everything happened so fast: Ellie couldn’t hear any of your sister, Isaiah, or Elijah’s shouts over the pounding in her head, until your sister rushed her like she owed her a sum. Ellie immediately went into defense mode at your sister’s bucks; She did not want to fucking fight her, that’s the last thing she wanted, but if that’s what she wanted, so be it. 

Of course, Jesse and Dina were about to let them scrap by any means, so they trapped Ellie behind their bodies while Isaiah held your sibling back, speaking into her ear to calm her… was your sister the girl he always talked about? Was Isaiah the guy you claimed she was seeing? What the fuck! 

Your sister was screaming obscenities at her, but she couldn’t give a fuck— all she could think about was you. Where the fuck did Anthony take you? Were you okay? Fuck, she hoped you weren’t seeing this—

The fuck are you doing here? 

Ellie couldn’t explain the pain that exploded in her chest when she saw you standing near the bar's main hallway: you looked so hurt, so scared of what your sister was going to do until Dina calmed her down enough so she could leave without hassle.

Ellie didn’t want you to talk to your sister by herself, and even though she knew that being within ten feet of your sibling would get her touched, she wanted to make sure you were monitored properly. It took Jesse's strong grip on her arm to stop her from following you out into the rain. 

“Ellie, let her fucking handle it! This isn’t your fight, what the fuck!” 

She didn’t fucking care! She didn’t, she didn’t! You needed her there with you! She thrashed in his grip, gritted out protests, she was this close to biting his fucking arm off! —

“Ellie… Ellie, look at me!” 

Her resistance stilled at the soft hands on her burning cheeks, her hoarse breaths hitting Dina’s face as she looked at her with concerned eyes. She spoke before she could stop herself.  

“Tell him to get off me,” she felt her teeth grinding together in her mouth. 

Dina’s calm voice cut through the roaring sound in her ears. “I’m not telling him that. Please, tell me what’s going on? She's not going to fight her baby sister.” 

Her fists clenched tight. “I fucking know that! You know how fucking overwhelmed she gets, why the fuck did you let her go out there by herself to begin with?!” 

Dina’s hands dropped from her face in agitation. “She said she could handle it, so let her! She’s not a fucking baby anymore, why don’t you trust that she can hold her own?!” 

Ellie didn’t reply as she looked into Dina’s expecting gaze. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose as she felt the tension in her shoulders dissipate, making Jesse let up his grip on her. 

She let out another heavy exhale before she spoke shakily, “It’s… It’s not that I don’t trust her. I don’t want her dealing with shit that she can’t handle by herself. That’s fucking it.” 

“How do you know she can’t handle it!” 

Ellie didn’t have an answer for her: she knew that she trusted your judgment without any doubts, but she promised herself that she would always show up for you regardless of if you could handle it on your own or not. She already abandoned you once, and she promised you that she’s never going to let it happen again. She slowly turned her gaze to Isaiah, meeting his frantic eyes. 

“Why the fuck did you bring her here!” 

“Don’t fucking get mad at me! I didn’t think it would be a fucking problem, I don’t even know what’s going on!” 

She let out an exasperated sigh as she shook her head. She knew Isaiah wasn’t at fault for this blow up, —how could he have known that they had beef! — but she was still pissed, “I’ll… I’ll tell you everything later, alright?” 

She brushed past her friends and towards the exit, ignoring their calls of her name. The second she pushed the door open, her ears were instantly filled with your choked wails coming from the parking lot of the bar, and she bolted towards the sound of your cries before she could think. 

She could see you grabbing at your chest like you were trying to tear your own heart out as you attempted to catch your breath, trails of tears rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed. She reached for you and tried to calm you down, tried to get you to breathe with her, but you weren’t listening, shaking your head at her, and desperately grasping at her arms. 

Dina and Jesse had followed her to help lead you back inside, wrapping their arms around your trembling frame to guide you towards the entrance. 

They sat you down in the chair you’d been sitting in the whole night as Ellie tried to talk you down. She watched you wail like you were in excruciating pain, and tears jerked in her own eyes. She could only whisper comfort to you as she pulled her close. 

You just cried, and all she could do was hold you. 

Your sister was absolutely distraught after that night at the bar. 

She raced home, jerkily parking her car as she sobbed all the way up the stairs of her apartment building. She couldn’t stop fucking crying. Her phone had been ringing off the hook the entire drive, calls from Isaiah, Dina, and Jesse bleating in her tossed purse. She didn’t care, she didn’t give a fuck about any of them. Fuck them, fuck you! 

How could you do this to her?! She’d sacrificed everything she knew, everyone she loved so that you could be comfortable! She never failed to place your security above all else in every situation, and you turn around and do this? Fraternize with the fucking enemy?! 

… She needed to smoke so fucking badly. 

She cut her pacing around the living room short as she stomped towards her purse. She dug around for her phone to turn it off, but she saw the all too familiar baby fawtha🧑🏾‍🦱👅🥰 across her screen. 

Why the fuck did Isaiah even bring her there in the first place? 

She remembered how excited he looked the entire drive over to the bar: rambled about how excited he was to see the owner again, boasted about his mix, about how talented and cool his ‘good friend’ is, how badly he wanted your sister to meet her. 

Y’all would get along so well. You’re just fucking alike, swear to god! Crazy asses. 

Your sister declined the call before turning her phone off, fresh tears searing in her eyes as she tossed her belongings on the floor and kicked her shoes off. She couldn’t ignore the emptiness in her soul, a vacant space that hadn’t closed in hopes that the girl that used to fill it would ease back into her life someday. But she was too prideful, too bull-headed. 

She’d convinced herself to never admit it, but she was still mourning the loss of her best friend years later. Her fucking family. 

Your sister tried to ignore the painful pang in her chest when she recalled her ex-friend's shocked face when she walked in, but she couldn’t. 

She just cried. 

TWO MONTHS LATER

Before you and Arya returned to campus, Ellie watched you like a hawk. She made sure you were eating, cleaned, and comforted. She even offered you and your best friend a ride all the way back to campus, but you politely declined, saying that you needed time to think on your own. She understood completely and held you all the way up until you called Arya to come pick you up. She surrounded you with affection and care, and you didn’t want to leave her embrace. You’ll never forget how close she held you, taking in your scent and you, hers. You heard her release the gentlest I love you into your shoulder, and tears gathered in your eyes when you held her closer. 

She made sure to reach out to you multiple times a week, asking how you were doing, if you needed anything. She even made you smile with her jokes on occasion, you wished she was here with you. 

Arya has been so sweet as always, making sure to console you whenever she has free time (it’s her last semester! you’re so proud of her), and while you were so thankful for her patience and attentiveness, you desired some time for yourself. You’ve been managing for a couple of weeks now; You were still heartbroken, but you would survive. 

You threw yourself into composing the second you returned to campus. You practiced and practiced until the tips of your fingers were scabbed and numb, symphonies ringing in your head before you passed out in your bed every night. Tchaikovsky would be impressed by the darkness that surrounded you.

You haven’t seen or spoken to your sister since she cursed you out and left you in the middle of the wet parking lot. She hasn't returned your bouts of apologetic text messages or phone calls, has been inactive on all her social media, and you only hear about her life through your mother’s joyous rambles on the phone. You were almost scared to return home for the summer in a couple weeks; Would your unsuspecting mother be curious as to why your sister hadn’t stopped by the house to see you? You hoped she didn’t have any of her random family dinners planned for the next three months, you wouldn’t be able to bear seeing your sister's disgusted face whenever she looked at you. 

You missed her terribly, and you hoped she could forgive you someday. 

You locked yourself in your campus’s small rehearsal room, the tiny space littered in eggshell paint and stocked with one classical piano and microphone. 

Your peers barely came in here due to its nearly constricting size, but you loved how closed off it was. It became your little escape destination since you found it a month ago, and the four opaque walls brought you a strange sense of comfort. 

You were tuning your violin, preparing to mimic Stravinsky on The Rite of Spring as you listened to students pass through the hallway on the other side of the door. 

You propped your woodwind onto your shoulder and immediately played the screechy opening notes of Ritual of Abduction, the shrilling, nearly erratic melody filling the room. Thank god for soundproof walls! 

The world around you slowly disappeared as you were launched into your tiny universe, the one that you dominated. The shrieking swallowed you whole, took over your body, made you feel invincible! How could someone make the lightness of Springtime sound so disastrous! 

It was aggressive, it was loud, and you could feel the power rushing through you. Music was everything to you, it was yours, you would never let it go!

You weren’t even following the notes of the sheet paper you memorized anymore, playing completely from instinct as your eyes closed. You couldn’t even tell if it sounded terrible or not, but you didn’t care. You just played and played until your fingers burned. Played with anger and sadness and love. Played for your mother, your best friends, Ellie, your sister. Your sister, you missed her so much! —

You nearly jumped into the air at your professor's voice, the wails of your woodwind coming to a halt. You spun and was met with his curious expression, “Hey, sorry, I came to get another pair of headphones, I would’ve knocked if I knew someone was in here! “

You dropped your instrument from your shoulder, “No! No, no, it’s fine, I was just leaving, actual— “

“Sorry, I didn’t know you played violin, that’s dope!”

“Uh, yeah, I… uh, I’ve played for a while,” you couldn’t ignore the heat that took over your face at the compliment. Even though you’ve grown accustomed to reading them online, you were always stunned when you received them from the people around you. 

“Damn. So, d’you compose, too, or?” 

“… Sometimes, yeah. I-I just started.” 

“That’s crazy! How come you never participate in the events we have, man?”

Your eyes darted to the wall before returning to his. “Uh… M’too scared to,” you said bluntly.

You expected him to laugh at your pitiful admission, but his brows furrowed in concern as he gently shut the door behind him. “Okay… do you mind if I sit for a second?” 

“… Sure,” you gave in and set your violin down on the piano as you shrugged, grabbing two folded chairs that were up against the wall. 

You handed him one before you moved to the empty side of the room, “So, talk to me! What’s been going on with you? I’ve been a little concerned these last couple of weeks, not gonna lie.” 

You sighed heavily, “Just… just family stuff, y’know.” 

“I feel you. What you were playing was kinda… y’know…” 

You huffed out a laugh. “Depressing?” 

“I didn’t say it!” He said jokingly. You smiled softly. 

“But honestly,” his tone got more serious. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, especially here. Everyone’s trying to improve so they can be their best selves. Whether it’s live music or not. That’s literally the whole point!” 

You nodded, but stayed quiet, listening intently, “I know it can be really scary, trust me, everyone that works here has been in your position! But nothing feels better than watching people appreciate and enjoy your creation. It’s… it’s unexplainable. I would hate for you to leave this experience without feeling that at least once.” 

You digested his advice. Next semester would be your last, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit remorseful. You’ve gone an entire two years—fuck, two decades—ducking from opportunities that people gave you to play for them, and it has done nothing but keep you in a hole of self-loathing and doubt. The disappointment was starting to set in: you were in the exact same place you were when you were a kid. Have you really stunted your own growth this terribly? 

“Y’knooow, we still have our little Fall festival next term. Nothing scary, it’s like a high school talent show with some seasoning. Lawry’s!” He suggested goofily.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. You nodded as you looked at him, “I’ll think about it— “

“No more of that! You’re going, and you’re performing! Say it, c’mon!” He brought his hand up to his ear that was pointed towards you. 

You tsked with a smile, “C’mon, dude.” 

“We’re not leaving till I hear it! I’ll nail that door shut!” 

“… M’going and performing,” you mumbled. 

“Sorry, I thought I heard something! What was that!”

“I'm going and performing!” 

“Going and performing where!” 

“The Fall festival!” 

He nodded in satisfaction as he stood from his seat, “I’m holding you to that! If you don’t go, you’re not getting your degree!” 

He walked towards the door before turning to you, speaking in a hushed tone, “Oh! Tell your roommate to check her gahtdamn e-mail!” 

You laughed harder, “I will!” 

“See ya, man. Don’t waste this.”  

You waved as he gently shut the door behind him, leaving you in your thoughts. 

You looked over to your violin on the piano as you sighed. 

Its brow was raised at you, awaiting your decision. 

Your thoughts raced. 

The semester came to a close, and you and Arya were on your way home. 

She’s been so excited the entire train ride: jabbering about her future in writing and producing, how she’s about to become world renowned in the industry, how she’s going to die a musical legend! You were so excited for her; you couldn’t wait to follow wherever her creativity led her. 

The closer you got to your hometown, the more nervous you felt. 

What the hell was going to happen when you walked into your home? Your mother sounded so excited to see you on the phone before you departed, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about your sister. 

Your thoughts were cut when your phone dinged on the small table in front of you, Ellie’s contact popping up. Your mood brightened a bit. 

hiiiii :3 cant wait 2 see u miss u so fucking bad 

A small grin grew in your face. You carefully unlocked your phone, mindful of your sleeping friend's head laid on your shoulder. 

miss u too :(((( 

u home yet? 

no we still got 2 hours to go!! moms coming w dessert u know how she is

🥺🥺save me some? 

LOOOOOOOL u hate bread pudding 

not hers! >:) she shouldve dropped that cook book eons ago 

TEAAAA 

omg when am i gonna see u :(

still in cali baby :((( 

u free on 4th of july weekend? fuck america but u know

yeyeyeye

LOOL idk if you’d b willing to fly out but we’re turning up!! sai n all our friends r having this little beach party but we’re making a weekend out of it everyone’s going :p come w us🥺

dee n jesse r coming too!!!! 

we don’t have 2 go if u don’t wanna but i think it’d be fun :p

Your thumbs hovered over the small keyboard at the mention of Isaiah. You wondered what he thought about all that’s happened; Him and your sister seemed to be so happy whenever you saw them together. Were they still together? Were they even official to begin with? You hardly knew anything about their bond, and it saddened you. You missed your sister. 

But you also recognized how these episodes took over your entire being. You hated how your downward spirals left you feeling worthless. 

Before the semester ended, you reached out to your therapist and told her about what happened over Spring Break. It’d been a while since you spoke to her, but that particular meeting was one of the most vulnerable ones you’ve had in a long time. Instead of placing emphasis on the devastation you felt like you usually would’ve, you asked for some of the first steps of becoming… better. As a person, as a musician, as a girlfriend, everything. You needed this for yourself: you were tired of feeling so… empty. There were moments where you were so full of life, so elated and bright and hopeful for the future, only to come crashing back down to your dark reality because of your own insecurities. You’re sick of hyper-fixating on your imperfections and shortcomings. Your journey of self-love is incredibly overdue, and you were preparing to be softer with yourself. You vowed that you wouldn’t neglect yourself or your aspirations anymore! 

If your sister was going to hate you for falling in love with Ellie, then there's nothing you could do about it anymore. You prayed that wasn’t the case, but you were willing to accept the consequences for her, even if it meant losing the person closest to you. 

Your therapist swore to hold you to that. 

You’ve never flown on a plane before, but the opportunity of a new experience was slowly luring you in. People always talk about how fun California is during the summer, and one of your favorite people is going to be with you the entire time! 

… Why the hell not? 

i wanna go 

who’s buying that plane ticket tho 😳

AHHHHHHHHEJWJJW

me tf

i brought some of my dicks out here YESSIIRRR

LFMMMFAOAOOO ur a dumbass 

but☺️☺️need that tbh 

word? 

word🙄 don’t b annoying 

gonna fuck u so good 

ur so good at eating pussy 

gonna make love to yo u 

WHEN WE MAKE LOOOVEEEE YOU GO AWWWAWWWAWWW 

YOUREJW STUPIIDDDKSOW 

GET OFF MY PHONE DICK

LOOOOOOOL 

titty pic first? i gotta headache 🤕 

UR BLOCKED

mmm fuuuuck keep being mean im gnna cuuuum uhhhhh

i love u 

kiss 

UR GAY!!!! DISGUSTING!!! 

jk love u baby 

sososo much 

mineminemine

mwwwwwwAH!

mwahmwahwamhwahhhhmwwah 

lmk when u get in town!! 

i will stinky!!! ily 

love uuuuu 

You were cheesing so hard until you heard a sleepy chuckle come from beside you. Your cheeks burned even harder as you placed your phone face-down on the table. Curse Arya and her nosiness! 

“Y’all are so… fucking… gay. I hate queer bitches.” 

“Shut up!”

Your best friend laughed into your shoulder even louder. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d been home, but you were having the time of your life. 

After Starr and Kris returned to town, the four of you went everywhere together: the fair, out to brunch and dinners, to the movies, long drives with no destination. You even followed Kris to the gym once: you only lifted for fifteen minutes, but you tried, and that’s all that matters! You took every opportunity to spend time with your friends, and you enjoyed every second of it. You’ve never been this active on Instagram in your life! 

You also took the initiative to record yourself—your face included! — playing one of your own compositions, even though you haven’t posted it yet. The six-minute video was already edited and ready to go, but you didn’t want to rush yourself too quickly. You weren’t ready for your audience to hear it just yet, but you were getting there faster than you thought. You were determined to post it before the summer was over. 

Baby steps. 

There were only three days until you flew to California: trying to convince your mom to let you leave the state alone was almost impossible, but once you emphasized that you’d be staying with Ellie, she lightened up a bit. She was still very skeptical and demanded that you call her three times a day, but she eventually resigned and granted you permission. 

Starr and Kris were laid across your bed as they walked you through packing while Arya retwisted her hair in your bathroom, you sat on the floor rummaging through your drawers. 

“Bro, it’s fucking summer! Cali is like… nine-thousand degrees during this time, you need at least four bikinis!” 

You chuckled at Starr as you folded your rash guard, “I wanna try to surf, though. I don't want my boobs flying out.” 

“I bet that’d make your girl happy,” Kris added as she stuck her tongue out at you, making Arya and Starr snicker. 

You shook your head at them as your cheeks burned, “… Shut up.” 

Arya, of course, didn’t care. You heard her release fake, high-pitched moans of oh, Ellie! oh, god! I love you! harder, yeah! come from behind you as your two friends laughed harder. 

“I said shut up! My mom’s downstairs, have some couth!” Your face was burning, at this point. You couldn’t stand them, sometimes!  

“Whatever, can you smuggle drugs for us?” You heard Arya ask. 

“Facts! Pleeease bring me some Cali bud, I’m feening,” Starr said, gazing down at you with puppy eyes. 

You stared at her stoically, “If I get held up at the airport, I’m killing both of y’all when I get outta jail.” 

“… So that’s a yes! I wanna try Bubba Kush… Ooo, or wedding cake!” 

“You already smoke wedding cake, Ari,” Kris said blankly.

“… Okay? Cali wedding cake is probably better— “

Starr jumped in. “That’s not how it works—“

“Yes the hell it is— “

You and Kris shook your heads at each other as the two weedheads debated bud quality… again. 

You couldn’t wait to get strains for them to try so they would cut it out. 

Days later, you boarded the plane, and you sent your mom one last love uuu text before opening the messages between you and your sister. 

All the blue texts you sent were still left unread, and you sighed sadly. 

You typed and sent an i love you, the message showing up delivered. 

You put your phone on airplane mode when you got to your seat.

The flight to California had been… god awful. You now have a hatred for planes. 

Why did no one tell you that airplane bathrooms are uniquely disgusting? They might have porta-potties beat!

You were currently waiting outside of baggage claim for Ellie to come pick you up and… you completely understood why she sent a link to a How to Survive LAX guide on YouTube. This place was fucking crazy! The number of times you almost got trampled in a twenty-minute time span was impeccable; You were never traveling during any holiday again! 

The sun was setting, and the lights of the airport were damn near blinding you, but you were so excited to see Ellie and your friends. Your foot tapped in anticipation next to the curb as you clutched the handle of your luggage tightly. 

You suddenly heard a slew of honk!honk!honk!honk!s from in front of you, and your heart soared in your chest when your eyes connected with Ellie and Dina’s excited ones through the rolled down window. They hopped out of the car as quickly as they could, instantly enfolding you in a tight embrace and kissing your forehead and cheek, their scents surrounding you. You couldn’t stop smiling. 

“C’mon, lemme help you,” Ellie released you to grab your luggage and ran over to the trunk as Dina grabbed the duffel from your shoulder, scurrying over to climb into the back seat. 

Ellie jumped into the driver's seat as cars honked from behind her car, pressing the gas on accident and forcing the car to rev up. 

“Bitch, can you drive like you have sense? My baby’s in the fucking car!” Dina scolded from the back seat.

“Shut up,” Ellie threw over her shoulder before putting the car in drive and glancing at you. “Missed you so fucking much, holy fu—GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY, PRICK!” 

You couldn’t hold in your laughs at Ellie’s road rage, “I swear to god, these fuckers don’t know how to drive!” 

You watched her clumsily swerve into the line of traffic, and you couldn’t help but squirm a little in your seat. She looked so good: Slipknot muscle tee, washed jeans, sneakers, her fucking arms and tattoo and bracelets and everything! She’s so fucking fine and she always smelled so good. How did you survive not seeing her for so long? 

She must’ve noticed your intense examination of her appearance because she turned to you, slowly licking her lips as she took you in. Her eyes were gazing over your entire body, all the way down to your sneakers and your thighs clenched together. 

PUT THAT DICK UP, WE NOT HUMPIN’! —

Dina’s body leaned onto the center console between you and Ellie, cranking up the radio before residing back to her seat behind you. You saw Ellie avert her gaze onto the road as she bit her lip, a red tint blending in with the freckles on her cheeks. 

You cheesed before looking out the window. 

Neither of you noticed Dina’s observant stares between the two of you. 

You, Dina, and Ellie stopped at her favorite dispensary to pick-up before she dropped Dina off at the hotel she was staying at for the weekend. She gave you a fat kiss on your cheek before she ran inside the… seemingly expensive building, leaving you and Ellie by yourselves. You slowly looked over at her: she looked so deep in thought, head rested back on the seat, fingers mindlessly tapping on the wheel, picking at her lip with her teeth. 

You spoke softly, brows pulled down in concern, “Ellie, you okay?” 

She nodded but didn’t look at you. She took a deep breath before mumbling, “Took everything in me not to kiss you when she was in here.” 

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “Why didn’t you?” 

She turned her head, finally meeting your gaze. “Wanted to ask you before I… said anything to anyone, wanted to talk to you’n make sure you were okay with it. I didn’t wanna assu— “

You impulsively leaned over the center console, your lips connecting with her soft ones, and you held her cheek in your hand. You felt her hand wrap around your wrists as she sighed into your mouth, her calloused fingers massaging your pulse. 

You pulled away from her, and she chased you before you spoke in a hushed whisper, “I don’t care if people know anymore, Ellie. I wanna… I wanna be happy. With you a-and in general. If you… still wanna be with— “

Her mouth cut your words off, her hand coming up to the back of your neck to pull you closer. She pulled away slightly to speak, “You’re my girlfriend, and we’re together, you understand?” 

She sounded so serious, so sure, and it made tears glisten in your eyes as you looked into hers. They were so full of love and admiration, and you hoped yours expressed the same. 

“Let’s go home? Someone’s waiting for you,” she spoke in between soft kisses. You nodded eagerly. 

She gave you one more peck before she let you go, putting her car in drive as you eased back into your seat. 

She held your hand the entire drive. 

Ellie’s other home was so fucking adorable! 

White tile floors, black furniture littered with small green details, and Duchess! You missed her dearly! 

She helped you bring your bags up, placing them in her room near her nightstand. You inspected the quaint space: it wasn’t nearly as stocked as her room back home, but it still had intricate details that were solely hers. Small, twinkling lights, her producing equipment and monitors, her green blankets! 

You felt her arm wrap around your waist to pull you closer, reconnecting your lips in a proper kiss. You felt her hand sneak down to your clothed ass, giving it a light squeeze as your arms wrapped around her neck. The bulb in her mouth moved against your bottom lip, and you happily allowed it entry. 

She pulled away slightly to whisper against your mouth, “Wanna shower?” 

You nodded before kissing her again, pulling her closer to you. You missed her so bad; you needed her so bad—

Meow! Meowmeow! Meow! —

Ellie pulled away, and you saw that annoyed look on her face at her baby’s cries. You laughed and kissed her cheek before moving towards your bag for some clothes. 

You heard Ellie walk towards the little angel, mumbling do you hate gay people? be honest! to her as she meowed. 

“M’gonna shower, El.” 

“Okay, baby! Bathroom doors on the right side of the bed!” You heard her call back to you. 

You were so, so happy. 

After showering, you did your skincare and brushed your teeth before wrapping your hair. The anticipation of your little trip left you restless for two days, and your exhaustion was crashing into you all at once. 

You exited the bathroom to find a sweatsuit-clad Ellie already sitting on the edge of her bed and rolling a blunt, her back turned to you. 

She turned to look at you over her shoulder when you shut the bathroom door, “Hiii, babe, c’mere.” 

She set her blunt on the ashtray on her nightstand before flopping onto her back and making grabby hands at you. You laughed at her gestures softly as you snuggled into your side. 

She crawled up next to you, immediately connecting your lips and lifting your leg up to wrap around her waist. You couldn’t stop smiling into the kiss and it made her giggle with you. 

“Tired?” she whispered in your ear before kissing the space below it. You squirmed under her, but you nodded. She hummed against you before moving back to kiss your nose. 

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” 

Her brows furrowed in confusion before they shot up in realization, “Oh, yeah, the fuck, sorry.” 

You giggled as you listened, “So, there’s two parties tomorrow. There’s the beach party, that’s the one we’re going to. And then there’s gonna be one at a club that Sai mixes for, we don’t have to go to that one if you don’t wanna, it’s up t’you.” 

Your interest perked at the mention of a club. You’ve never felt strongly about clubs one way or another, but you were very eager to make the most out of the two days you were here. You wanted to go everywhere with Ellie. 

“I’ll go to both.” 

“Yeah?” she smiled down at you.

“Yeah, El, sounds fun.” 

“Kay, baby, go to sleep.” 

She planted one more kiss to your nose and lips before shuffling off of you, scooting over to retrieve her discarded blunt from the ashtray. 

You pulled the covers back to get underneath them, and the minute your head hit the pillow, your eyes fluttered sleepily. The calming scent of Ellie engulfed you, and you drifted off to sleep. 

You woke up late the next day with Ellie’s back to your chest and your arm and leg thrown over her body. 

You shifted slightly to stretch and rub your eyes. You looked past Ellie’s head and at the small clock on the nightstand. It was almost ten. 

You sat up slowly, and you felt Ellie shift before she groggily mumbled, “You always wake up so damn early.” 

You huffed tiredly, “It’s not early, you’re just a light sleeper.” 

“I fucking hate it, you sleep like you’re dead.” 

You laughed quietly as she smiled. You got out from under the covers before turning back to her, seeing that she was already facing you. 

“What time we leaving?” 

She yawned as she answered, “Around noon. The beach isn’t far but traffic is gonna be crazy.”

You cracked your back before planting your feet on the cold floor before whispering, “Shower with me?” 

She instantly sat up at your suggestion and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. She chased behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as she planted kisses to your neck. 

You’ll never get used to how pretty Ellie is. 

You rinsed the soap off your body as your eyes trailed over her dripping, bare form, taking in every scar, freckle, mole, hair, anything you could see. You were so, so in love with everything about her. You could feel her gaze burning holes into you like you were doing hers, but you couldn’t help your gawking. 

You were ready to pounce on her right now! 

The kiss she planted on your cheek broke your stupor, and you could feel her smiling on your skin. 

“Still stare hard as fuck,” she mumbled against your skin.

You smiled. “Fuck off, so do you.” 

She leaned in closer to you, and your smile dropped as you gazed into her intense eyes. They were so dark and wanton as she looked you up and down. Her nose brushed against yours as she spoke quietly, “I wanna kiss.” 

“Then kiss me,” you whispered. 

“Want you to kiss me,” she mumbled needily against your lips. 

You didn’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer. Her breasts pressed up against yours as her hands grabbed your asscheeks, slowly walking forward to press you up against the wet wall. 

You gasped and arched closer into her when the cold surface touched your back, but her tongue sliding into your mouth distracted you instantly. She lifted your leg around her waist, and you stumbled unsteadily, but she pressed you even further into the wall to keep you stable. 

She grinded into you, planting wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw, and sucking marks into your neck. You panted out into the foggy bathroom, wet moans leaving your mouth as her tongue moved on your skin. 

Your cunt squeezed tight when she dug her teeth into your shoulder before, her hand coming up to yank the wet coils on your head. Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt her play with your nipples, her rough fingers rubbing and pulling on the hard buds. She sloppily kissed down your chest and sucked bruises into the skin. 

“Missed these fucking tits,” she groaned out against your chest, her free hand sliding down to your cunt. Her fingers immediately rubbed your clit in quick, tight circles. You could barely stand on your own as you bucked into her hand, the leg you held around her waist jerking at her touch. She shoved her face into your neck again, nipping the sensitive skin. 

“Needa fuck you, missed you s’fuckin’ bad.” 

You moaned out as you nodded eagerly, you needed her to fuck you just as badly. 

She suddenly pulled away from you to shut the water off, planting one more kiss to your mouth before grabbing your hand and pulling your dazed form out of the shower and to her bedroom. 

She pushed your still dripping body onto her bed, and you watched her pull her nightstand drawer open frantically as she dug around. Her breath was so heavy, and she was so eager to touch you, and you were just as eager for her. You needed her in your guts. 

She pulled out a blue strap and stepped into it, shakily adjusting the harness before dropping to her knees in front of your spread legs. She yanked you closer to the edge of the bed by your thighs and shoved her tongue inside you without warning. Her nose was brushing against your clit, and you watched her eyes roll back at your scent and taste and you moaned out. 

She was eating your cunt like you were paying her, it was so wet and sloppy and quick. The sounds that filled her room were disgusting, the nasty slurps and sucks nearly echoing in the quiet space. You would’ve been so embarrassed if you weren’t about to cum!

Your hands flew down to pull at her soaking hair, and one of her hands traveled up your body to massage your tits. Her nails dug into your nipples and your hips jerked off the bed, heavy pants leaving your mouth as the tension in your core built. 

“E-El, fuckmeplease— “

She slapped your tits before sucking your clit into her mouth, shaking her head between your trembling legs. You were yanking at her hair, digging your nails into her shoulder, begging her to fuck you into the bed. You needed her so badly! 

You looked down at her, and she looked up at you. She looked so fucking cute her flushed cheeks and glossy eyes as she ravished you. “Cum on m’face, baby, please, fuck— “

“M’gonna!” 

She released whiny mhmmhm!s against your bud like she was going to die if you didn’t cum in her mouth, like she needed to drink you to survive. Your eyes rolled back when you felt that strong pull in your belly, it’s right there! So close so close—

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your head falling back onto her wet sheets as you shook through your release. You tried to lift your hips up so she could lick into you deeper, but her strong arms pinned you down, her nails digging into the plush on your hips. You hope they leave indents in your skin! 

You didn’t even get to recover from your first orgasm before Ellie climbed on top of you, slapping her dick on your clit a few times before pushing inside your clenching entrance, and you both groaned in unison as her body moved on top of yours. 

She was fucking you so hard the second she bottomed out, digging into you deep, and all you could do was take it. Your legs lifted and spread even wider on their own, your body working on autopilot to get her even deeper inside you. Her soaking body was fully pressed against you as she grinded her hips into yours, your nails digging into her back as you cried out, the skin moving under your nails.

“Ellie, mmh, fuck yes! —” 

“Feels s’fuckin’ good, babygirl, Jesus fuckin’ Christ— “

One of her arms hooked under your knee to lift your leg up even, and you screamed when her tip grazed against your cervix. 

“Uggh! El, can’t take i-t, fuuck— “

“Yeah, you can, you’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good, baby, shit, missed you so fucking bad.” 

You missed her, you missed her, you missed her! “M’gonnacumm’gonnacum, yesyesyesyes!”

“Fuck, baby, cum on this fuckin’ dick,” she gritted out right next to your ear and you shouted as another orgasm hit you, your walls squeezing down on her hard. She fucked you through it as she moaned out your name, the sloppy noises of your cunt mixing with your pleasured screams of her name. You didn’t think she could hit deeper, but she managed, and it made you cum harder. 

She stopped sucking on your neck to connect your lips, your tongues messily swiping against each other, her spit coating the outside of your mouth as you moaned into hers, the last remnants of your orgasm pulsing through you. 

You whined into the kiss before pushing at her shoulders, and she immediately pulled away to gently ask how you were doing.

You cut her off with one last hard push and she flipped onto her back, her dick leaving you with a nasty squelch before you clumsily straddled her waist. 

Your cheeks burned at the evident shock on her face before you watched her ogle your body. Your neck, your tits, your pulsing clit, everywhere. She looked like she was going to eat you alive! It was getting you so hot. 

You boldly reached behind you and grabbed her wet cock, holding eye contact with her as she brought her hands up to massage your tits. One of your hands gripped your tits on top of hers, and you brought her dick towards your drippy entrance. 

You popped the tip in and slowly sunk down on her. You watched her eyes drop to watch your pussy swallow her, and she let out a dazed fuuuck, releasing your tits to prop herself up on her elbows to get a better view. She looked so sexy like this, cheeks bright red and eyes glossy. 

You got more confident the deeper she slid, and your eyes flitted as every ridge caught on your walls. You were panting heavily when you took the last few inches, sat fully in her lap with your heart pounding in your ears. 

You watched her eye your cunt, and your hand trailed down your body to rub your wet clit, your fingers getting coated in your slick instantly. She moaned out before thrusting up, and you moaned even louder as painful pleasure shot through you. 

Your hips slowly rose before coming back down, your movements barely there. You took her slow, and it felt so good. 

She dropped back down onto her back, her hands flying to your hips to help guide you on her. You felt her nails digging into the plush skin as she moved you into a steady grind. Your free hand came up to grab her wrist as you followed her hands as best you could. You wanted to watch her watch you so badly, but you could barely keep your eyes open, it felt so good. 

They rolled back whenever she brushed up against that patchy spot inside you, and your hips grinded down harder. She was whining underneath you, grabbing at you everywhere, trying to get you closer to her clit. You’ve never seen her this desperate to cum, and it made you squeeze on her dick. 

You shakily shoved your wet fingers into her mouth, and you watched her eyes roll back into her skull as she moaned at your taste. She rocked your hips harder, pulling you down against her, but you pulled at her wrists to stop her. She lightened her grip instantly. 

You took a deep breath before leaning back, propping yourself up on her thighs, your knees coming up to point at her ceiling. She had a full view of your pussy full of her cock, and by the way her eyes fluttered as she gawked, she liked it! A lot!

You raised your hips before dropping them, and her dick hit somewhere deep inside you that your legs jerk closed, but she instantly pried them open to lightly slap your cunt. 

“Keep t-those fuckin’ legs open,” she sounded like she was drunk. 

You nodded as you moaned, experimentally bouncing on her again. You watched her head fall back as she moaned out, her bitten, wet lips parted as she cursed out into the room. You bounced again, and again, jumping on her harder until she sat up, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and quickly fucking up into you, digging as deep as she could in your cunt. Her bed started moving with your bodies as you wailed, one of your arms wrapping around her neck and pulling her close. 

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, gonna make me cum so hard, what the fuck,” she was whimpering into your neck, and it forced more slick out of your cunt. You felt so sexy, so sensual, so desired by her, and the pleasure was making tears jerk in your eyes. 

“Want your cum in m’pussy, daddy! P-Please?” 

“Fuuuck! —“

She was hitting you so deep, and you both were so loud. She was sucking on your neck and mindlessly rubbing your clit with her free hand, her hand on your hip scratching you deep. You wanted her to rip you apart!

“Fuuuck, baby, m’so fucking close, fuckfuckfuckyeah!—“ 

You were screaming out wanton cries of fucking wan’it, daddy as you grinded down as hard as you could. You didn’t even care about your own orgasm; you needed her to cum! You were surrounded by your girlfriend, her warmth, her scent, and you wanted to drown in her. You would happily die here, right on top of her as you made her scream for you! You want her cum, you want it you want it—

You heard her moan loudly in your ear and it made you grind down even harder. She stopped rubbing your clit, wrapping both arms around your waist in a tight grip so she could hold you down right where she needed, your nails digging into her shoulder as she grinded out her orgasm in your cunt. You would give anything to feel the warmth of her filling you up, her creaming your insides. The nasty visuals in your head made you jerk on her. 

She moved her head up from your neck to connect your lips in a passionate kiss, the grinds of her hips slowing as she moaned into your mouth. Your hand flew up to her hair and pulled, and you felt her grind deeper. 

“M’about to say fuck the beach in a second,” she mumbled out against your mouth. You laughed softly before planting a smacking kiss on her cheek, your other arms wrapping around her neck. 

You both stiffened when you heard a thud come from the other side of her bed, Duchess swiftly jumping on the bed before flying across Ellie’s room like a bat out of hell and bolting out her door again. 

You both stared at each other before you busted out laughing, still winded, “She's actually the worst, feral ass.” 

“Watch your mouth, don’t talk about my baby like that!” 

“Did you raise her?! Ohhh, exactly— “ 

“She loves me more, you said it yours— “

You jolted when you felt her hand crack down on your asscheek, the stinging sensation immediately spreading on your skin. You let out a shock noise before jerking downward. You watched a sly grin appear on her face before she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her hands gripping your hips tighter. 

“Lay down.” 

And you shuddered in her lap at her tone.  

… Fuck the beach. 

You and Ellie barely made it to the Municipal Pier. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other! She damn near imprinted your bodies into her mattress with how passionately she fucked you… another three times! Your legs hurt so badly, how the hell were you going to trek through sand?!

When she finally got off you, you both threw on your rash guards and swim shorts before grabbing your bags and booking it downstairs. The party started at two, and it was already forty-five after! 

The ride over had been so fun, you and Ellie blasting music in her rental jeep as you moved through traffic, wind blowing past your ears. People were dressed in their bathing suits and swim shorts, barbecuing, buying fireworks for tonight. The city was lively, and you took it all in. 

You and Ellie waddled down the packed beach as you laughed amongst yourselves. The closer you got to the shore, the more you could make out the outline of Dina and Jesse snuggled up under the giant umbrella from a distance, and it made you so excited.

You ignored the discomfort in your thighs before grabbing Ellie’s hand in yours and clumsily bolting down the sand. 

Dina must’ve recognized your shouts of her name because she looked up and nearly flew into the air to run towards the two of you. You accepted her tight embrace, wrapping your arms around her as she kissed the top of your head. 

You opened your eyes to take in some of the groups. You recognized some of the faces: Riley and Abby (you saw her on the news a couple times! Hockey legend!) were relaxing on the lounge chairs as Isaiah and some of his friends ran up and down the shore with water guns and balloons. Jesse came up to you to pull you into a hug after Dina released you to embrace Ellie. 

Jesse walked you over to the blanket that was stocked with food, drinks, and pre-rolls as music blasted from the speaker on the edge of it. 

He pointed out everything for you, “Get whatever you like, there’s forks and plates over here. This is Isaiah’s little phone for the speaker, queue whatever song you want and come shoot with us!” 

He handed you the small IPhone before grabbing a water gun and sprinting towards Isaiah, shooting him with water. 

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” 

A familiar voice came from in front of you. You looked up and were met with a surprised, but delighted Riley and Abby. 

“Gimme a hug, girl, what the fuck!” Riley got up from her chair and ran towards you, giving you a tight embrace, Abby doing the same with a soft smile. 

“What are you doing out here! Where’s your sister?!” 

You hesitated, “She’s… she couldn’t make it! Work and whatever, y’all know how it is.” 

“Aww, I miss her! I haven’t seen her in a minute,” Riley pouted slightly, Abby nodding in agreement. 

“She misses y’all, too,” you said immediately. 

She pinched your cheek before grabbing two water guns, slyly handing them to you and Abby before grabbing one for herself. 

“Gonna blast these motherfuckers, c’mon!” Abby screamed before bolting towards them while Riley shouted it’s a stick-uuup!, trailing her best friend closely. 

You turned to find Ellie and Dina sharing a pre-roll, giggling as they watched their friends shoot the shit out of each other with salt water. Ellie must’ve felt your eyes on her because she looked over at you, a soft glint in her eye as she stared lovingly at you. Your cheeks ran hot when she winked and nodded towards the laughing group, encouraging you to play with them. 

You bent over to grab the tub of water balloons before chasing after them. They all laughed when Isaiah snatched one and cracked you on the back with it, the freezing water making you shriek and shoot him with your toy gun. 

You wished your sister were here. You hoped she could reconnect with them soon. 

The sun set, and you were very tipsy. 

After blasting your newfound friends with water guns, swimming in the ocean, and attempting to surf without waves(dammit!), you all settled on your blankets laid out on the sand as young people passed around wearable glow sticks. 

You were currently chowing down on another lukewarm cheeseburger— it tasted like the best thing you’ve ever eaten thanks to the three pineapple margaritas you downed before this! —as you anticipated the little firework show. 

You heard some shuffling behind you and was met with Ellie’s squatted form and gentle smile before she kissed your cheek, “Feeling good, babe?” 

You nodded around your sandwich before shoving a couple potato chips in your mouth, clumsily resting your head on her shoulder. You heard her chuckle, planting gentle kisses to your head, “I’m gonna make a sandwich, gimme a sec, okay?” 

“Kay,” you whispered back before watching her get up and walk towards the paper plates and tupperware. 

You finished the last bit of your burger and chips when you felt another presence beside you. Isaiah! 

You grinned at him, “Hiii.”

He smiled, “Hey, man, how you been.” 

“Fine, I like your friends,” you said with a slight slur and a smile, pointing towards Dylan, Regine, and Marcus by the bonfire almost setting their marshmallow sticks on fire. You saw Regine smack the fuck out of Marcus’s head and snickered. 

“They like you more, they think you’re hilarious,” he added while laughing, shaking his head at them. 

“I’ve been told,” you said, miming flipping your hair over your shoulder. 

He chuckled again before quieting, “How’s, um… how’s your sister doing?” 

You sighed sadly at the mention of her as you stared at the water, “Still mad, I think. Planning my funeral.” 

“I don’t think so, you’re literally the only person she cares about,” he laughed sympathetically. 

“Have you talked to her?” you said, turning to face him as he stared off at the ocean. 

“A few times, didn’t get a good read on where we stand, though. Unfortunately,” you heard the sorrow in his tone. 

“Did she say anything about me?” your ears perked at the information of her being communicative. 

“… Nah, bro. M’sorry,” he denied gently. 

You deflated, but you nodded, “She, uh… she hasn’t answered me. I-I visited her a few times, but she didn’t answer.” 

“Just give her some time. She’s gonna come around at some point. I believe it.” 

You hoped that was true; This was the longest you’ve gone without speaking to her, and it still hurt you deeply. 

“Show’s gonna start soon. Wanna s’more?” he offered with a soft smile. 

“… Yes, please.” 

“Gotcha, lemme get you one.” 

You watched him slowly walk towards his friends, grabbing a skewer from its bag and sticking your marshmallow through it. 

You saw Ellie walk back over to you after talking to Riley with a full plate, smiling before she sat down beside you. You inspected the contents of her plate and laughed. 

She’d stacked a burger pattie, Hot Fries, and something that looked like tree bark between two buns. You shook your head at her, “And what the hell is that?!” 

“A fucking masterpiece, you wouldn’t understand!” Ellie laughed with red-tinted eyes. “You haven’t had real food until you’ve had a burger with chips, mustard, pickles, and jalapeño beef jerky. Fuck Gordon Ramsey!” 

You laughed harder as she took a large bite of her monstrosity, muffling out a this is real fucking food as she chewed with gusto. You giddily kissed her cheek, and she hummed happily when you rested your head on her shoulder. 

You sat in comfortable silence as she finished the tornado on her plate, you munching on the s’more that Isaiah brought you as he laughed quietly at Ellie’s grubbing. 

You saw the other beachgoers start to stand from their chairs and blankets, looking at the sky with their phones aimed upward in anticipation. You turned to look at Ellie’s relaxed state: she was leaning back on her hands, her legs outstretched as the gentle breeze moved through her hair as she looked at the sky. 

The firework show started, but you didn’t care to watch as you stared at your girlfriend, bright colors exploding above the two of you. She looked so innocent, her expression filled with wonder as she stared up at the colorful sky, and the world around you seemed to melt away the longer you focused on her. 

She turned her head to look at you, her tender eyes filling with affection, and your face burned as you smiled. She smiled at you just as brightly. 

She scooted closer to you, your shoulders now touching. You looked down at her lips, and you saw her look down at yours. You slowly leaned forward, your noses brushing against her before you kissed her. Your eyes shut, the colorful explosions shining beneath your fluttering eyelids as your lips molded with hers. She was so gentle, and your heart soared in your chest. 

You pulled away and looked at her fondly, and she did the same. You watched her lips move as she mouthed I love you, and you smiled widely, leaning in closer to nuzzle your nose against hers. 

You loved her just as much, if not more. 

A surprisingly sober Dylan offered to drive you and Ellie back to her apartment, which you happily accepted when Ellie stood wobbly from the blanket. 

You and Dylan guided her back to the parked jeep, making sure she was buckled in as you handed Dylan the keys from her backpack before jumping in next to your girlfriend. 

“Bro, I don’t think she’s going out tonight,” Dylan commented over his shoulder as you both stared at a very slumped Ellie. You’re never letting her touch a bong again! 

“Nah, probably not! Are you gonna be okay to get back?” You asked as he started the jeep. 

“Yeah, don’t trip, Marcus is gonna follow us and I’ll leave with them.” He backed out of the tight parking spot and eased into traffic. 

“Cool, I appreciate it,” Ellie snuggled up next to you, her face in your neck.

“Course, man, you’re good!” 

The traffic was horrendous, and it took so long to get back on the freeway, but after a lot of swerving and honking, the jeep pulled into Ellie’s apartment complex. Dylan helped you walk Ellie into the building and onto the elevator. 

“I got her from here, thank you so much,” you turned to look at your new friend as the elevator door opened, securing a hold on Ellie’s waist as he held the automatic door with his hand. 

“Don’t sweat it, this was so fucking fun, holy shit,” he said with a laugh, and it made you smile, Ellie nuzzling deeper into your neck to kiss it. She was fucking zooted, what the fuck!

“I had such a good time! I hope we can link soon.” 

“You coming back to Cali, or?” 

“I’d love to, hopefully real soon!” 

“Dope, I’ll see you then!” He said with a grin, and you waved to the best of your ability. 

You heard the elevator door shut as you and Ellie waddled down the hallway. You unlocked her door eased inside, shutting and locking it behind you. You kicked your slides off and dropped the bags onto the floor to walk you both to her room. 

“C’mon, hon, gotta getchu cleaned up,” you sat her down on the chair to help her undress so she could shower, but she wrapped her arms around your waist so she could rest her head on your stomach. 

“Love you s’much,” she barely mumbled against your clothed tummy. You smiled to yourself, kissing the top of her head before pushing her back into the seat so you could get her rash guard off. 

“Love you, too. Lift up, babe,” she listened, and you slid her swim shorts off. 

“M’sorry you… didn’t get to go out— “

“Hush! I’m fine, just wanted to spend time with you,” you helped her out of the chair, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck as you guided her to the bathroom. You let her rest against the bathroom sink so you could strip and turn the hot water on. Detangling your hair was about to be a bitch! 

“C’mon,” you whispered to Ellie as she nodded off behind you. She jolted as you gently pulled her under the stream, wetting her body and grabbing her soap and sponge. You washed her as thoroughly as you could, trying to get all the sand off her body; no one likes itching when they’re trying to sleep!

After you were satisfied, you grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair. You rubbed your soapy hands through her soft strands as gently as you could, massaging the suds in as she sighed happily. You watched her eyes flutter open slightly to look at you, and she smiled harder before shutting them once again. You couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on your face. 

You brought her under the stream once more so you could get the soap out before grabbing the conditioner and repeating the same thing. 

She was all clean and smelled so good!

You noticed her watching you clean yourself next, green eyes soft and glossy as she leaned against the shower wall. You sent her a gentle grin, and she slowly sent one back before she started giggling. 

You quickly parted, shampooed, and detangled your hair, getting all the sandy particles out of your coils before conditioning, and Ellie watched all of it with affection. 

You shut the water off when you were done washing up, grabbing Ellie’s towel from its rack, and wrapping her in it before guiding her out of the shower. You wrapped yourself in your towel before walking towards her sink to grab her toothbrush and paste.

“C’mon, El, open,” you grabbed her chin gently, and her jaw opened with a cracked ahhh. You giggled gently as you scrubbed her mouth, carefully getting around her tongue piercing before instructing her to spit in the sink. You gave her a shot of mouthwash, and she slowly swished it as you unraveled the towel from around her and dried her hair with it. She spit into the sink, and you kissed her cheek before guiding her to sit on her side of the bed. 

You grabbed an oversized shirt and boxers from her drawer before returning to where she sat to dress her. She lifted her arms so you could put her shirt on, unfolding her boxers so you could get them up her legs. She snickered before taking them from your grasp and shoving them on herself. 

“Alright,” you said blankly as she chuckled. “Go to bed.” 

“C’meeere,” she whined out playfully, making grabby hands at you. 

“I gotta feed the baby! And do my hair, go to sleep!” 

She didn’t argue, instantly plopping down onto her soft pillow. You tucked her in and kissed her forehead, quickly pecking her lips before walking over to your suitcase. 

You put on a t-shirt and cotton panties, grabbed your wide tooth, and headed to the bathroom. You heard soft jingles coming from Ellie's room, and you made kissy noises to lure in Duchess. 

The kitty watched you moisturize your scalp before putting your hair into four big twists from atop the closed toilet. You brushed your teeth and did your skincare before wrapping your head in your silk scarf. You picked up a purring Duchess and made your way to the living room to refill her food and water bowls.

You pet her gently as she drank. You gave her one last kiss before reentering Ellie's room and getting under the blankets as your girlfriend snored soundly. You snuggled up to her, wrapping your arm around her waist to pull her closely before sleep overtook you. 

You woke up to the smell of… pesto! 

Ellie wasn’t next to you, but you heard clunking coming from the kitchen as the cabinets opened and closed. You rubbed your eyes before reaching for your phone on the nightstand to check the time; Almost eleven. You sat up slowly, removing the blankets from your body to stretch. 

You got up and dazedly made your way over to the kitchen, a cozy-looking Ellie pulling out the orange juice jug from the fridge. She had a tray set up with fancy looking sandwiches, cut up fruit, and pastries. You smiled before clearing your throat. 

Your girlfriend jumped before turning, immediately relaxing at the sight of you as a grin spread across her face, “Scared me. Fuck.” 

“Sorry, you made breakfast?” 

“… Well, yes, I absolutely cooked all of this! You know I'm actually a licensed chef? Literally just got my $250,000 check from Food Network!” She said matter-of-factly as she poured the juice into glasses. 

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head, “You’re so annoying.” 

“You like it,” she hummed as she walked over to you, her scent overtaking your senses as she kissed you. “Wanna eat now?” 

You wrapped your arms around her neck, and hers came around your waist, “Depends, we got somewhere to be?” 

“Not right now, everyone wants to see you one last time before you fly out. We were planning to just go over to Sai’s place to chill.” 

You brightened at the mention of seeing them again, “His friends are so funny, oh my god!” 

“Dude, they fucking love you! I woke up to a whole bunch of texts from them asking when you’re coming back. Like I don’t fucking know, whenever she wants!” She said as she smiled. 

You laughed with her before you felt Duchess rub up against your bare leg. You released Ellie to pet her, “Mornin’, baby!” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna go eat while you play with the demon.” 

You gasped playfully, “Watch your mouth, bitch!”

You heard her chuckle as she walked into her room with the stocked tray. 

“She’ll never have the bond we do,” you whispered to the kitty, and she meowed in agreement. You kissed her head. 

“I heard you!” You heard her release a muffled shout. She’s really eating without you!��

Duchess rubbed against you and purred louder. 

You and Ellie woke up hours later to Duchess’s meows. 

After eating and showing Ellie the ninth season of Bad Girls Club, —she was so hurt to find out that the show got canceled! What d’you mean there’s no more fucking auditions?!— you gave each other toe-curling head, played with Duchess’s laser toy, and knocked out. 

You’d watched Ellie sit at her desk with her headphones, switching between her production software and her computer files before you dozed off to the sound of clicking keys. 

You didn’t feel her crawl into the bed next to you, but your heartbeat sped up when you felt her arm around you as she shifted. 

Meow meowmeow! Meo—

“Get your kid, bro,” Ellie grumbled sleepily against the back of your neck. You laughed tiredly. 

“Shut u— “

Meowmeow Meow! Meow!

“Alright, alright,” you blinked before moving away from Ellie and pulling the covers back so you could get up. You saw Duchess sitting politely in the entryway, and her meowing stopped the minute she saw you get up. She just stared at you. 

“What’s the matter?” You asked her softly. 

She just walked away. You heard Ellie snickering behind you. 

“I don’t why you’re laughing, we gotta get up soon, anyway. It’s almost eight,” you threw over your shoulder. 

She only laughed harder. 

Isaiah’s apartment building was fucking luxurious. Why were all your friends so fucking wealthy?! 

Ellie pulled up to one of the prettiest buildings you’ve seen in Beverly Hills, and needless to say you were gobsmacked! It was white and incredibly modern: large glass windows, balconies, a fucking gigantic pool that you could see from the small walkway between the buildings. What the hell!

You and Ellie walked hand in hand all the way to the entrance and elevators, all the way up until you reached Isaiah’s apartment on the highest floor. 

You and Ellie could hear the commotion going on the closer you got to his place, Ellie banging on the front door with an excited jump. She turned you to plant a frantic kiss on your forehead, “You’re so hot, fuck— “

“WELCOME TO MY CRIIIB!” 

A very intoxicated Dylan practically ripped the door off the hinges, Casamigos—oh, god— bottle in hand and party hat on his head. Music boomed from behind him, and you caught a glimpse of Jesse and Dina making out by the fridge. 

This didn’t look… chill! 

You wondered if you were a bit overdressed: Arya told you to bring one thottie dress, show them titties! for when you went clubbing, and you didn’t want to waste dry-cleaning it. It was simple and black, but it hugged your curves and showed some cleavage. Everyone else seemed pretty casual, including Ellie, who wore a black tee and her usual ripped jeans. 

… She did have her Cuban links on, though. Fuck. 

“You don’t live here, prick. Move,” Ellie tightened her grip on your hand and pulled you past Dylan, but he hugged you anyway. You hugged him just as giddily. 

“Look who’s heeere!” Ellie said to her friends in reference to you. Isaiah and Marcus, who’d been taking their shots on the couch, turned to look at you, excitement taking over both their faces. 

They rushed over to hug you both, handing you and Ellie a shot of… battery acid. They really drink straight vodka! 

You watched Ellie down it with a light cringe, and you followed in her lead, the burn making you cough a little, before making your way towards the sofa. 

“Is that my babyyy!”

You immediately grinned at the voice. 

Dina walked towards you with the brightest smile, pulling you in for the tightest hug before pulling back to look at you in faux anger, “Why the hell didn’t you say hi when you came in!”

“Y’all looked busy!” you said, gesturing to a flushed Jesse standing behind Dina. “I didn’t wanna interrupt!” 

“C’mon, you know you’re more important than him— “ 

“What the fuck!” He yelled in playful offense. 

Everyone’s laughter quieted by a voice coming from the hallway, “What’re y’all laughing at?” 

Regine appeared with a bright smile as Dina wrapped her arms around her neck. 

Ellie was very transparent about their short past before you two reconnected, but you couldn’t help the small swirl of jealousy when she pulled Ellie in for a hug. You knew it was completely friendly—she literally hugged everyone, including you, the same way! — but you squeezed Ellie’s hand harder, anyway. You felt her squeeze back before she kissed it. 

You eyed the vodka bottle on the table. 

… One more shot wouldn’t hurt. 

I MIGHT SLAP A TRACKER ON HIS WHIP AND GET TO ADDIN’! —

Hours passed and this seventh shot was hurting, but you didn’t give a fuck as you swallowed it down. 21 was on!

Everyone was dancing everywhere: on the bar stools, on the couch, on the dining table, everywhere! Why did he have such a hard grip on your generation?!

Regine was throwing it back on Dina, and she was throwing it back on Jesse as he tried not to fall off the couch while you, Ellie, Dylan, and Marcus screamed out about all of you hoes from different parts of the kitchen. 

You were dancing to the best of your ability from your barstool, committing to the chair twerk as you poured another shot for yourself, some liquid spilling over the glass and onto the counter. You set the bottle down clumsily, but before you could reach for your drink, your girlfriend snuck up behind you, snatched it from the counter and downed it. You watched her hand set the glass down before you heard her mumble the lyrics in your ear as she gently kissed your neck. 

Your face was burning, and your pussy squeezed! How was she so fine! 

You felt her hands come up to massage your shoulders and it took everything in your body not to jump on her in front of everyone here. 

“Dance with me?” She mumbled against your cheek as she kissed it. 

“I suck at it,” you pouted jokingly. She smiled against your skin. 

“So?” She whispered and massaged you even deeper. Your eyes fluttered, and you felt her smile wider. 

She grabbed your hand and guided you up out of your chair, spinning you goofily before pulling you close. You laughed at her attempts at sweetheart dancing; this did not match the song at all! She even tried to dip you, but she stumbled, and you almost fell. You giggled harder. 

But then See Red came on… the building nearly rattled. 

You perked up instantly at the harsh beat as everyone jumped in the middle of the living room to form a circle, Isaiah and Marcus immediately getting sturdy on the slippery rug. 

You were so happy. 

Everything calmed down after the noise complaint from downstairs. 

You were cuddled up next to Dina as you watched everyone play Cards Against Humanity. 

“Step one: kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support. Step two: having sex for the first time. Step three: profit?” Dylan slurred out as he slowly read his cards with furrowed brows before looking at everyone for approval. 

Ellie and Jesse were the only ones who giggled. Tough crowd!

“That was wack, next!” Isaiah said as he pointed at Jesse. 

You heard his voice as he read off the cards, but you couldn’t put together what he was saying as Ellie stared at you with dark eyes. She was nibbling on the skin of her index finger as she looked at your face, down to your chest, over your bare legs before trailing back up again. She was fucking ogling you, and it made your thighs squeeze. You watched her grin devilishly at your movements. 

“El, your turn,” Jesse said as he looked at her, but she held your gaze. 

“Not playin’,” she mumbled against her finger. 

They moved onto Dina, and you squirmed in your seat, your nails digging into the arm of the couch. She eyed your every move like a hawk before pulling out her phone. You watched her type before she looked back up at you, then your phone dinged in your pocket. 

You pulled it out and unlocked it.

hi :0

hiiii bab y

u ok

ye

needa eat u out

You froze before immediately looking up at her. You saw her thighs squeezing together like yours were, subtly squirming in her chair. She looked around the room with a pout before looking down at her phone to type.

like rn

im so hieny

hor ny u make me sososo hirny u looks o good 

needa fcuk u rn need ur cum i n my mouth 

we can’t drive r n well die 

don’t care just needa eat ur pussy

bathhroom? 

“You good, hon?” Dina asked softly, and you nodded. She patted your thigh before turning back to the loud group. 

fuckme pls lol

She got up abruptly before stumbling down the hall, presumably to the bathroom. How the fuck do you follow her without looking suspicious! They seemed distracted enough—

You stood on autopilot, and everyone turned to look at you. 

“… You good?” Isaiah asked with his brows furrowed. 

“Yeah! Yup, just want a… a shot! Gonna go’n… and get it!” You chuckled awkwardly before walking towards the kitchen. You heard Jesse snort from behind you before their chatter built back up. 

You eyed them cautiously as you poured yourself a glass. 

Just stand here for a little and go! Don’t bring attention to yourself! 

They were laughing hysterically as Regine yelled about how something wasn’t fair, and you scurried down the hall to the bathroom door. Just as you were about to open it, Ellie did, her breath heavy and face flushed. You looked at her lips once before you were yanked into the bathroom by your waist, the door closing behind you with a slam. You cringed at the loud noise, but Ellie didn’t care. She pressed you up against the door and kissed you deeply. Her tongue slid into your mouth as she lifted your dress up around your hips. 

“We’re leaving after this, gonna get a fucking Uber, I don’t care,” she mumbled against your mouth, and you nodded eagerly before reconnecting your lips. You grabbed her by her hips to pull her closer, unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. She bucked into you as she kissed all over your neck. 

“Needa eat your pussy, baby,” she was sucking on your neck desperately. 

“Later, El, j-just do it later,” you heard her let out a whine of complaint before she nodded. You shoved your hand in her jeans and your fingers were instantly wet with her slick. Her hips bucked into your hand before she whimpered into your neck, bringing her hand up to rub your clit through your panties. 

You rubbed her slippery clit in fast circles as she breathed heavily in your ear, releasing small noises of pleasure. Her movements on you seemed like she was trying to keep up with your pace on her, but she was falling behind. You didn’t care, she was so cute when she got like this! 

“F-Fuck, mmh!” 

Ellie’s hand pulled away from you to prop up against the door to steady herself. She opened her legs wider when you slid your index and middle finger down to her entrance, your palm pressed into her clit as you slow pressed them in. Her wet, gooey walls cling to your digits, and you heard a slight smack against granite when her hand landed on the counter. 

You grinded your fingers in as you watched her jaw fall open, sweat glistening on her forehead and her cheeks red under the blue LED light. 

“Feels good? Okay?” She nodded slowly at your inquiries as she gasped, leaning forward to connect your lips. She shoved her tongue in your mouth as she squeezed your jaw. Her lips wrapped around your tongue to suck on it gently. You pressed your fingers deeper at her action, and she moaned brainlessly on the muscle in your mouth. You pulled back and let out a quick shhh!

She was practically riding your hand, grinding her hips back and forth as you craned your wrist to hit deeper. The tips of your fingers finally grazed that spot in her cunt, and her knees buckled. The noises she was making were increasing in volume, and your heartbeat was picking up in pace.

“Ellie, babe, be quiet, please,” You could feel her getting even wetter at your commands. Even though you were silently praying to not get caught, you couldn’t help the desire growing in your belly from Ellie’s eagerness. You made sure to grind in deeper.

“You’re gonna m-make me… cum really hard, I’m— “ 

“I know, baby, just— “

“I’m gonna scream, I can’t— “ 

You looked around quickly before grabbing the washcloth on the counter and shoving it in her mouth to cut off her frantic rambles. She didn’t protest, and you watched her eyes flutter as she moaned around the small towel. Her head plopped onto your shoulder, and you felt her body start to tense up, the squeezes of her walls getting stronger around you. 

Her muffled warnings of her orgasm were cut off when she wailed, her walls practically milking your fingers hard. You felt her calloused hand grab your wrist as she fucked down onto you. At some point, the towel dropped from her mouth, and you felt her teeth dig into your shoulder as she cried out, and you whined at the pain, more slick pooling in your panties. 

You fucked her through her orgasm until she started to relax against you, her choked gasps easing into satisfied sighs. 

You pulled your fingers out slowly to rub her clit, her grip on your wrists tightening as she whimpered a quick nonono against your skin. You snickered before removing your drenched fingers from her boxers. You gently kissed her head, and she lifted up. You held eye contact with her when you brought your fingers up to your mouth and sucked them clean. She bit her bottom lip before grabbing your hand to pull your fingers towards her mouth, mimicking your actions. You shuddered when you felt her tongue swirl around them before pulling back to kiss them. 

She pulled you closer by your bunched up dress and kissed you, her tongue messily gliding against yours. 

You felt her thumbs hook into the elastic of your panties before you pushed her away gently, “No, El, they probably fucking heard— “

“Don’t care— “

“Let’s just go,” you whispered as you grabbed her pouty face in both hands. “I’ve never… used a Hitachi before?” 

She instantly perked up at your suggestion, her eyes twinkling. She fixed her appearance in the mirror, adjusting her non-existent tie as you giggled to yourself. She ordered the Uber as you fixed your dress and washed your hands. She opened the door and led you out with her hand in yours. 

The minute you reentered the living room, everyone’s chatter quieted, and your heart sank. Your face burned intensely as you gazed at your friends, their smirks and quiet giggles making you hide behind Ellie. They definitely heard! 

“Hey, lovebirds,” Jesse muttered around a pretzel with a sly grin. 

“Don’t talk to me, we’re leaving in a little,” Ellie muttered as she blushed, and everyone laughed. 

“I’m sure y’all are, Uber?” Dina asked as Isaiah and Marcus snickered. You both nodded with your heads tilted downward. 

Neither of you said anything as you moved towards the barstools as you waited for the car. Ellie rested her head on your shoulder as you sat as she kissed the exposed skin. 

You saw Dina smile fondly at the two of you.

You tried to hide your smile, but you failed. 

The ride home felt excruciatingly long. 

Ellie couldn’t keep her hands off your legs, rubbing them up and down, grabbing them, trying to spread them even though you stopped her. You were not about to get frisky in this poor old man’s car! Reggie didn’t deserve that! 

You practically raced into the elevator, her lips immediately pressing to yours as you both smiled and laughed. 

She pulled you into the hallway when the elevator opened, clumsily unlocking her door before pulling you both inside. You pushed her against the door this time, your lips reconnected as she held you close.

Meowmeow! MEOW—

Ellie pulled away from you as her head thudded back against the door, “We’ll never know fucking peace— “

“Hiii, my love!” You immediately ran over to the crying kitty, picking her up from the floor and hugging her close. 

You pressed kisses all over her as you petted her head, and she purred in your arms. 

You watched Ellie refill her bowls and clean her litter before heading into her room. You put Duchess down and allowed her to eat and you followed Ellie into her room. She was in the middle of undressing, and you stared at her toned, bare back as she moved. She sat on the edge of her bed and propped herself up on her elbows, still clad in her boxers.

She stared at you as you shuffled shyly in the door frame, her Cuban dangling between her breasts and her hair mussed. 

She looked you up and down before whispering a soft c’mere.

You followed her instructions, gently shutting her door and removing your small purse from around you to place on her desk. You turned, met her fond eyes, and smiled. You pulled your dress over your head and tossed it to the floor, only clad in your bra and panties. Her eyes were filled with devotion and tenderness as she scanned your body. You felt like you were boiling. 

You slowly walked over to her, and she sat up, her hands grabbing your hips as she lightly kissed all over the skin of your tummy. You sighed happily as you ran your fingers through her hair. You bent down to kiss the top of her head. 

“Love you so much, baby,” she mumbled to you against your skin. 

“Love you more,” you gasped out when she reached out to squeeze your ass, planting kisses all over your thighs.

She hooked her thumbs into your damp panties and pulled them down your legs. You stepped out of them, and she pulled your thigh over her lap so you could straddle her. 

You pressed your lips to hers, and she released a soft sigh through her nose. You pushed her back, so she laid flat, your chest pressed to hers and she lightly scratched her nails down your back. You grinded down on her lap when dug her nails in slightly. 

She pecked your lips one last time before her head plopped back down, a wide grin on her face as she whispered to you, “Still wanna use the wand?” 

You nodded before kissing her again. She grabbed your ass in her hand before patting it lightly, ushering you to lift up slightly so she could wiggle under you. She moved up the bed as you crawled on top of her until her head rested on the pillows. 

You unclasped your bra and tossed it as she rummaged through her drawer, pulling out the wireless, white toy and handing it to you. “Hold that for a sec.” 

She clumsily pulled her boxers halfway down her thighs. You curiously pressed the first of three buttons, and the entire toy rattled strongly in your hand. Oh.

“… Damn.” 

She giggled quietly, “Mhm, there’s a bunch of other settings. Here.” 

You held the toy out to her. She pressed the button underneath the first, and it immediately started pulsing. She pressed it again and the pulses slowed. 

“See which ones you like,” she brought her arm behind her head to rest while the other one massaged your tits softly. 

“Where’s the… slower ones,” you huffed shyly. 

She pressed the second button three times, and the steady pulses ran all the way up your arm. You sighed at the sensations. 

“Like that?” she whispered to you, and you shrugged. 

“Think so.” 

“Take your time.” 

She patiently rubbed your hip as you brought the large bulb of the toy to your tits. Your hips jerked every time it shook against your nipple, small gasps leaving your lips. You looked at her, and your pussy squeezed on top of hers. 

Her nipples were hard, and her eyes were black, but she made no effort to touch you. She just watched in curious silence. 

You brought your free hand up to massage your other breast, and your eyes shut as you grinded on her. 

“You’re so pretty,” you heard her gasp out, her hands digging into your thighs. 

Your cheeks ignited further, “So are you.” 

You grinded down harder on her, and she bucked up against you. Your slick mixed with hers as your breaths increased. 

Your eyes opened and you changed the setting, the pulses increasing slightly. You brought the toy down to her nipple, she immediately started squirming under you, her eyelids quivering. 

You played with her other nipple, and she mewled. You pressed the button, and the timed thrums intensified. She moaned aloud. 

“Okay?”

She nodded at you quickly as she slurred, “It’s s’good, shit.” 

You leaned down to peck her lips before kissing down her neck, sucking into the skin that made her shiver. You missed down her chest before taking her unoccupied nipple in your mouth, pressing the toy deeper into the other. You flicked your tongue around the bud before sucking on it vigorously. 

“Feels like m’gonna cum,” you heard her gasp out in warning above you, surprise evident in her voice. 

“Really?” you released her nipple in shock. Your walls squeezed eagerly at the thought.

“I… I dunno? I’ve never cum like this.” 

“You wanna?” 

“Want you to c-cum with me.” 

“Okay, baby,” and you kissed her nose before moving the toy away from her. She tried to catch her breath. 

You clicked the button, and the toy instantly shook from the powerful vibrations; It made you jump. Ellie released a choked laugh, “That one’s the hardest.” 

“… Oh.” 

She smirked before whispering like she was sharing her dirtiest secret, “It makes me squirt.” 

You hummed at the information, and she giggled. You pressed the second one and the pulses built up again. 

Her chuckles eased into sighs when you placed the shaking silicone between both your pussies, you and your girlfriend’s clits smooshing the toy. You both sighed in unison as the feeling shook your core.

Ellie moaned out your name, “Fuck, shit, baby.”

You felt her legs twisting underneath you, her nails scratching the meat of your ass. 

She was whining your name out, and you knew she was close. “I’m g’na cuuum— “

“Cum for me, Ellie,” you shakily cooed at her. 

She was crying out uh huhs before her entire body locked up underneath you, her hand slamming into her mattress to grasp her sheets before she let out a pleased squeal. You watched her orgasm rock through her: her eyes were rolled back, freckled cheeks a deep red, her sweaty chest rising up and down with every harsh breath. You’ll never get over how beautiful she is. 

You pressed the third button and Ellie nearly curled in on herself. 

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm built quickly in your gut, your walls clenching tightly.

“Choke me, baby, pleasepleasefuck— “

You carefully wrapped your hand around her throat and squeezed the sides like she does to you, and her eyes crossed in her skull. Her hand wrapped around your wrist to hold you there. 

She wheezed with glossy eyes, “M’gonna cum so fucking hard— “

“C-Cum on me, El, please— “

She breathed in a deep gasp, “I’m cummingm’cumming!—“

She screamed out, and you felt a splash of wetness between your legs, and it triggered your own orgasm. 

Your hand dropped from her neck to catch yourself as you fell forward, your body shaking on top of her as tears filled your eyes. Your clit jumped on the silicone as slick left your entrance, your walls clenching tight around nothing. Ellie was sobbing under you as more of her cum landed on the mattress, leaving a hefty puddle on her blankets. 

It felt like your orgasm lasted minutes before overstimulation rocked through you, your legs trying to shut around the toy. Ellie grabbed your wrist to pull the toy from between your bodies, tossing the juddering object somewhere on the bed. Your body twitched on hers, the aftershocks rocking through you as you rested on her. 

You felt Ellie quivering under you, and you looked up slowly to check on her. She dreamily stared at the ceiling as she caught her breath. 

“O-kay?” You asked brokenly. 

She only nodded before kissing your head. 

You plopped back onto her in exhaustion. 

After you both regathered your strength, you changed the linen and showered. 

Ellie was laying on your bare chest as you massaged her scalp. 

“… El?”

She hummed. 

“I’m gonna try’n talk to her again.”

“Want me there with you?” she asked immediately, and your heart fluttered with gratitude. 

“No, babe,” you stared intensely at the ceiling, “just wanted to let you know that I have to tell her everything.”

She didn’t say anything immediately, but she kissed your chest gently in comfort. 

“I love you.” 

Tears jerked in your eyes. 

“I love you, too.” 

Your sister set her phone down on the pillow next to her. She sighed heavily before shutting her eyes.

When your mom told her you were in California, she didn’t know how to react. She didn’t react, she only listened. 

She listened to your mother’s voice as she explained the ventures you and her were on, sending her the pictures you sent your mother of the beaches, sunsets, and fireworks. 

She couldn’t ignore the concern that bloomed in her chest when your mother told her you talked to your therapist recently: were you okay? How were you behaving? You hadn’t been in years, and she was scared that she triggered something deep within you. 

But when she only heard good news of you and your thriving social life, she was… confused. Your sister had been living on autopilot for months: get up, go to work, smoke, sleep. Everyday since you fought. How were you suddenly so… normal? So happy? What were you on? She’s never heard of you being this bright since you were a toddler. 

Her suspicions were confirmed about you and Ellie, though. She knew your instinctive need to defend her hinted at something deeper. Were the two of you dating, now? Most likely. How did she feel about it? She wasn’t sure, yet. 

For the longest time, all your sister had was you. She was the one you called when she was happy, depressed, anxious, in love, and you never complained. You always showed up to support her without fail, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she wasn’t extending that same courtesy to you, especially now that you were at your most radiant. 

When Isaiah mentioned you on their phone call saying how much you missed her and wished she were there, her heart dropped, and her regret began to set in. You were still thinking about her after all this time? Even with all this animosity between you two? 

… Did Ellie still hate her? Or had you been correct about her wanting to apologize? Did she ruin any chance for reconciliation with her harsh temperament? 

She missed you tremendously. 

And she finally accepted that she missed Ellie just the same. 

She opened the text messages between the two of you, and tears jerked in her eyes at the last one you sent. 

She typed as her hands trembled. 

come see me when you get back? 

Her tears fell at your almost instantaneous response. 

of course 

She sobbed herself to sleep that night as shame and yearning consumed her. 

one more pt to go :(

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last pt :(.

[aliwritex]

BLUE LIKE THE SEA yt22

AZUL DA COR DO MAR

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again. part 2

warnings: fingering, finger sucking, flirting, drinking, semi public.

wc: about 1.5 k

notes: writing for yuki even tho no one asked bc i love him. lmk if yall want a part two. this was originally titled “azul da cor do mar” after a brazilian song then i changed for a english title and now people are reading it sooo

When Kika asked you if you were up to play tour guide in your homecity for Pierre and his friends you really wanted to say no, but that was really not you. They were planing for their winter getaway to be more of a summer one, so what better than Brazil, where she had your guidance. If you were being honest with yourself, you only accepted because she said her boyfriend's ex-teammate would be there and she knew it. You had met Yuki a few months prior at the São Paulo GP, you went on a date and had been flirting through dm's ever since.

So you all met at the airport and drove straight to your family's beach house you would be staying at.

The day was fun, Pierre had rented a boat and you were making drinks all day till everyone was drunk enough to dance. Kika was brave enough to ask you to teach her how to dance funk. You would've hesitated if you hadn't had a few drinks but the alcohol in your body discarted all the second thoughts. Everyone watched as you first started to guide her hips and as soon as she got the rhythm you bent your body over her own, hands on her hips as you both started twerking.

You hadn't really seen all the eyes on you but Kika definelly did. When the song finished she pulled you back to the small litchen where you started making yourselves drinks, telling you how Yuki wouldn't take his eyes off you and how his jaw dropped at the way you danced. You denied it all, blushing at the idea that you could have that effect over him. She had just started telling you that Pierre can't take Yuki asking about you everytime when she saw him walk in.

"Vou ver se o meu namorado ainda consegue andar. E tu, vê lá quem é que está a chegar." Im gonna see if my boyfriend can still stand. And you, look who's coming over. She said, placing a straw in her drink and walking away.

"Te odeio!" I hate you

"Can I have a drink?" he asked increbly close to your ear as he came up behind you.

"Sure, what d'ya want"

"One of those with lemonade that you made earlier."

"Uma caipirinha" you explained, watching as he leaned back on the counter, his arms flexing in the process.

"Exactly, can I have one of those?" you nodded, gathering the ingredients and starting the drink. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you giggled, turning away from the drink to look at him.

“The dancing, this bikini, how gorgeous you look when you tan. You’re driving me insane.”

“Am I now?” he nodded “then do something about it.” you teased and he pulled you closer my the waist, lips crashing into yours harshly. You could taste the vodka on him when you pushed your tongue past his lips but it was cut short by him pulling away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off, Yuki, that’s just how we do things around here.” you explained when you saw his eyes widen.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t prepared, c’mere” he pulled you back in as you threw your arms around his neck, this time he pushed his tongue in, showing he got the hang of it. His hands lowered to your ass, lifting you up to sit on the counter behind you. Your legs spread instantly, making him settle between them, his body now impossibly close to yours. After a couple of minutes you had to pull away before you did something stupid, your chin rested on his shoulder and his on yours.

“The sun is setting, don't you wanna get in the water one last time before we head back?”

“Only if you come with me.” you shook your head “you’re the only one that didn’t get in the water, come on”

“You have no idea what will happen with my hair if I wet it.”

“It’s just hair, cmon. If you don’t jump I’ll push you in.”

“Fine, let me just finish this drink first."

After your quick jump in the water you headed back to the shore. Everyone packed their things back in the cars so you could head to the house. You convinced them to let you drive since you were the least drunk and you managed to get everyone safely home. After everyone got settled in their rooms, you had dinner that you bought on the way there and played some pool. While everyone was outside you stayed in, cleaning and prepping some things for the other day.

“What the hell are you doing inside?” Yuki asked when he caught you in the kitchen.

“Baking bread”

“Bread? right now?”

“It’s for tomorrow, gotta have freshly baked bread in the morning for the full Brazil experience, just gotta make sure it’s ready for it. You like bread, right?”

“I’m not really allowed to eat it for majority of the year, so yeah”

“Great. I’m not a big fan, myself but apparently I’m good at making it.” you said, setting the dish aside and turning around to wash your hands

“And are you done yet?” he asked, watching as you walked around the kitchen. He just couldn’t get enough of you in those tiny little shorts, unbuttoned dress shirt showing your bikini and your natural hair up.

“Just cutting up some fruit for tomorrow, don’t wanna wake up hang over and still have to do this.”

“I could help” you nodded, handing him the knife you were using and shuffling to the side where you finished off your brazilian lemonade by pouring it in a jar and putting it in the fridge.

“You’re good at this, look at that, all your cubes are the same size.” he chuckled at your comment as you put the papaya cubes in a bowl, stealing some as he washed his hands. “so you just have hidden talents like this?” you asked, sat on the counter, head rested on the wall by your side as you sucked the remaining fruit off your fingers.

“I like cooking so it’s just practice.” he said as he walked over to grab the desk towel that rested beside you.

You hummed in response, still licking on the pad of your finger. “Come here. Try some, it’s really sweet.” you fed him a piece of the fruit and held them to his mouth. You watched carefully as your fingers went past his lips, you bit your own at the sight of him sucking them. He placed himself between your legs, finally popping your finger out of his mouth and kissing you. You kissed him back intensely, pulling him closer with your legs and your hands meeting the hair on the back of his head as his met your ass. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and he started guiding your hips back and forth against his own. His lips left yours to focus on your neck, first behind your ears, then under your jaw, and lower till he met your collarbones and going all the way back up.

“What are the chances you let me finger you right here?” he whispered against your ear as his hand cupped you through your shorts.

“Pretty high, I’d say” you smiled against the skin of his neck that was pressed to your face.

He wasted no time and started unbuttoning your shorts and snaking his hand inside them. Yuki smirked against your lips when he felt the wet spot on your bikini and circled it, making you buck your hips at his touch. His other hand pulled on the ties of your bikini that hanged on the sides of your shorts, making more room for his hand inside them. Yukis fingers touched you with nothing in the way now, spreading your lips to reach your clit, flicking it quite harshly before circling with the pads of his fingers.

Your mouth on his was nonstop, kisses so erotic you could hear the smacking and sliding of tongues, but it stopped when he penetrated you with two of his fingers. Your jaw dropped at how deep they were inside you and he smirked again, your reactions making him feel cockier. He started curling them up, hitting all the perfect spots inside you, his palm pressed against your clit giving you the slightest of friction. He caught your lips back in his, left hand going up your body and meeting your boob, kneading it ever so slightly. When Yuki realized your hips bucking into his palm he managed to use his thumb to stimulate you.

“Fuck, Yuki, so close, come on” you groaned making him shush you, not wanting people to come in and see you like this.

He sped up his fingers, feeling you start to clench around them but when he tweaked your nipple between his fingers you couldn’t take it. You came for him, bitting his shoulder to try muffling your sounds but a strangled moan escaped, making the person who was sleeping the the living room next to the kitchen turn in their sleep and start snoring. You giggled against his neck, feeling him smile against yours before stretching his neck to check who it was.

“It’s one of Pierre's friends. Don’t worry, he’s completely passed out.” he pulled his fingers out of you taking them to your mouth and making you lick them clean. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I get told often, yeah” you teased, before giving his thumb a quick lick. “So, i’ll be in my room, alone, if you wanna know. I’m done in the kitchen for tonight.” you slid off the counter and gave him a kiss before heading to your room.

PART 2

[natalie-goodmn]

Next to Normal round 3 thoughts:

there’s a lot of things I noticed this time that I didn’t before but that’s just bc as a Natalie stan I must be looking at her the whole time

- I never noticed Gabe throwing Dan’s keys in Just Another Day before that’s SO funny

- I also finally saw Diana kiss Henry, she really WENT FOR IT

- is it just me or does the Wyndhams need to turn up their mics?? Maybe it’s just that I need it In My Ear Canal but I’ve noticed the singing is a bit quiet (I also didn’t notice this in Oklahoma)

- I love Gabe holding the microphones to Natalie and Dan during their I’m Alive dialogue. He might be a demon with the spirit of a dead two year old but he’s sooo silly :D

(this is getting long so more under the cut)

- something something Natalie playing her fake keyboard with the band’s piano behind her, something acting and pretending like she’s a normal person with a normal family

- I just realised that Gabe AND Natalie licks up Diana’s leg. Diversity win

- the parallels of Gabe and Diana reaching out to each other in Im Alive vs Natalie reaching down to her in Wish I Were Here (and maybe Catch Me I’m Falling) i feel sick,,,

- Gabe holding Diana in I Am the One like Henry’s holding Natalie, welcome back Freudian Gabe

- also the head kiss parallel with Gabe in Just Another Day and before he’s about to leave in I Dreamed a Dance

- the blood is so visceral but a part of me misses the bway staging too where they just walk off slowly and as dr madden talks abt Diana’s attempt. It’s basically the same thing but the reveal felt slower idk

- also man every time I miss the donmar staging of the one tiny bit where Dan’s going “Is this helping or? Di?” as Diana just walks off and back to the therapy chair. Idk it just felt like dissociation better to me, but I do like Ominous Circle Of Thinking

- I also love love love how they play the “I love you as much as I can” in this. They play it like a failed charm roll, and you really get everyone’s frustration and that she’s trying hard

- and then in Maybe when you see that Diana actually knows Natalie deeply bc she’s like her,,, hold on. Similarly, I love how the first person Natalie hugs in act two (I think?) is Diana instead of Henry. Me when the real story is between a mother and daughter (mamma Mia who)

- Diana rolling her eyes and mouthing ‘oh my fucking-‘ to Dan going “can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of” is maybe the best representation of anxiety and I’m not even kidding, MOOD Diana

- god I know it’s been in all the productions but I love how much agency Diana has, you rarely see it with mentally ill characters but she’s so funny and knows what she wants and I love her

- everyone’s said it, everyone knows it but JACK WOLFE god he’s amazing every time

- I’ve thought this both times, is it just me or when Gabe is silhouetted (I think with the music box) is his neck like inhumanly thin??? Like genuinely asking, I don’t think that’s Jack’s neck?? Is it?? Am I just misunderstanding human anatomy when someone wears a hoodie

- I’ve said it before but I Am the One reprise is one of the best scenes in musical theatre and it should end there. I’m a Light hater SORRY, I like the message a lot but it’s always felt like a studio note or something where they’ve been told that it has to be uplifting at the end or it’ll do badly and make everyone sad

- natalie,,, covering her ears and her big headphones. Autism. Also really love Eleanor’s portrayal of her anxiety. Instead of Jen’s anger, she has a hamster like anxiety quality to her (complimentary)

- also I swear I see no one talk about it WHEN GABE TOUCHED NATALIE’S HAND??? AND SHE NOTICES SOMETHING??? That’s new for this production right?? Theories???

- Natalie starting to tidy up Gabe’s toys,,, she’s breaking the cycle,, she’s the hope. And playing with them with Henry and showing him the bunny toy 😭

- I’ll say it. The “you’re like number one on my list of problems” doesn’t work that well if you don’t have Jen and Adam’s sarcasm. Too earnest. Banned.

- I’ve said a lot abt this Henry but I actually like this act 2! He plays him v desperate and anxious which I don’t think Adam does, it shows the stakes for act two. Also his arc UGH. From being a Dan parallel where he’s saying he’ll be perfect for her and that he wants who he knew and that he’ll stay anyway because he made a promise to,,, the dance and saying that he’ll stay bc he loves her and he doesn’t care if she goes crazy

- Also I think Natalie mouths ‘help me’ as she stops Henry from walking off in A Promise owwww

- also Henry apologising to the pianist after the recital (I think?) and picking up Natalie’s bag from the club 😭

[threesrirachas]

i would pull you from the tide

a/n: jjk fans got into ricky montgomery through jjk, but i got into jjk through ricky montgomery. call that built different. if mr. loverman is satosugu, then line without a hook is satoru/reader. sorry y’all, argue with the wall, you don’t know ricky montgomery like i do. man i wish gojo satoru were real bc i feel real pain thinking about him.

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, really just some hurt/comfort? it’s a songfic if y'all find that warning necessary lol

the night was still, the only sounds being the soft hum of the city outside and the rustle of the trees as a slight breeze blew through. the rustle of the sheets as you shifted in your sleep briefly cutting through the silence. the room was bathed in the gentle moonlight that was shining in through the window, casting soft shadows on the walls. satoru laid beside you, wide awake, his piercing gaze fixed on the ceiling. he really should’ve been asleep by now – and he usually was, especially with how little sleep he gets after long days of teaching, going on missions, and attending meetings he doesn’t really pay much attention to. but tonight, something kept him awake.

“darling, when i’m fast asleep, i’ve seen this person watching me saying,”

he turns his head slightly, his eyes falling on your sleeping form. your face was peaceful, your breaths coming out steady and even. you looked…serene, the usual tension of your features gone, replaced by a calmness that only a deep sleep could bring to you. but even as he watched you, a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. he’d had a dream earlier – a strange, unsettling one. in it, he saw a dark figure watching over him at the foot of your shared bed, its presence looming like a shadow. it asked him a question, on repeat, its voice echoing through his mind: 

“is it worth it? is it worth it? tell me, is it worth it?” 

the question lingered in his thoughts, refusing to let go and leave him alone. he knew what it was about – what it had to be about. his life, his choices, everything he had done and gone through to get to where he was now. he closed his eyes briefly to ponder, was it worth it? the answer, in theory, should’ve been easy to answer. but tonight, with the dream and the strange figure still fresh in his mind, he found himself unsure if it actually was. his gaze shifted back to you. you, you, you. you were his anchor, the one thing that grounded him in a world that often felt chaotic and out of his control. you were everything. but even as he looked at your sleeping form, the doubt crept in. was he enough for you? could he ever be? in the dream, there was a song playing faintly in the background, one that he recognized but couldn’t quite place his finger on. the lyrics had repeated over and over in his mind, like a mantra:

“she’s a, she’s a lady, and i am just a boy.”

he couldn’t really shake the feeling that the song was about you and him, about the two of you and your relationship. you were so strong, so capable – so much more than he’d ever truly thought himself to be. sure, he was the strongest, the honored one. but you were the one who kept him steady, who made him believe for just a second that maybe, just maybe, he could be something far more than what he already was. but there was always that lingering doubt, the one thought that whispered in his ear late at night:

“she’s a, she’s a lady, and i am just a line without a-.”

he sighed softly, his breath barely a whisper in the quiet room. he hesitantly reached out, his hand brushing against yours, and even in your deepest sleep, you responded. you always did. he couldn’t help the small smile that grew as your fingers curled around his. the touch steadied him, a reminder that you were here, that you were real, and that you loved him. but still, the uncertainty plagued him.

“oh, baby, i am a wreck when i’m without you.”

the words resonanted in his mind, pulling at the deepest parts of him. he was a deeply messed up wreck without you – he knew that. he’d seen it in the times you’ve been apart, in the moments he was left alone with his thoughts and fears, in the time before he had meet you. he needed you, more than he’d ever allowed himself to need anyone before. and that need shook him to his core, that need terrified him. he didn’t want to be a burden. he didn’t want to be the one that held you back, the one who made your life harder than it already was. if being a sorcerer was mind-numbingly difficult, then being a sorcerer who was in love with someone like him was basically a slow and painful death sentence. but at the same time, he couldn’t help but want to be a little bit selfish; he couldn’t imagine a life without you. you were the one person who made everything else make sense. you were the world, you were the sun and the sky and the moon and the stars, you were the universe. you were the everything and everywhere and the all at once that he held in his fingertips. you truly were everything.

“i need you here to stay.”

the thought hit him like a punch to the gut that even his infinity couldn’t protect him from, and for a moment, he felt a wave of emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. he looked at your fingers still interlocked with his, and squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if holding on to you tighter could somehow keep his thoughts at bay. you stirred beside him, your eyes fluttering open as you felt his grip tighten. still groggy, you turned your head to look at him, brows furrowing in concern as you saw the look on his face. 

“satoru?” you whispered, your voice soft and laced with sleep, but still full of the love that made his stomach churn. “what’s wrong?” 

he hesitated, unsure of how or if he should put his thoughts into words. but as he looked into your eyes, the doubts began to fade, replaced by something stronger – something real. 

“just…thinking.” he replied, his voice matching yours at barely above a whisper. you frowned, your concern and worry deepening. “thinking about what?” he hesitated again, then sighed. “about us. about…everything.” 

you shifted closer, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “satoru,” you said softly, your voice filled with a warmth that made his heart ache. “you don’t have to worry about us. we’re okay. you’re okay.” he wanted to believe you, he wanted to let go of the doubts and just be with you, but the words from the dream still persisted in his mind. he shook his head, his voice slightly strained as he spoke. “what if…what if i’m not enough for you?” 

you blinked, clearly surprised by his unexpected admission. “not enough?” you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief. “satoru, of course you’re enough. you’re more than enough. you’re everything to me.” here he was again. he wanted to believe you – god, he wanted to – but the fear still coursed through his veins. “but, what if i’m just… what if i’m not the person you need me to be?” your eyes softened, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “satoru,” you whispered against his skin, “you are exactly the person i need you to be. you don’t have to be perfect. you don’t have to be anything other than who you already are.”

his eyes fluttered closed, letting your words wash over him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to believe you. you were right. he didn’t have to be perfect. he just had to be there – for you, for both of you. 

“i love you,” you whispered, your voice steady and sure. “and nothing’s going to change that.” 

he opened his eyes, looking at you, and everything he had been feeling from that god awful dream melted and washed away, leaving only the love he felt for you – love that was deep and unwavering. “i love you too,” he whispered back, his voice stronger now. “more than anything.” 

you smiled, your tired eyes shining with the same love he felt, and you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. it felt like promises kept and fears overcome. it felt like love stronger than any doubt. it felt like coming home. …it felt like you. as you pulled apart, satoru felt a sense of peace settle over him, and he felt truly okay. he knew the doubts and worries would come back – they always did – but as long as he had you by his side, he knew he could face them.