#that's no small feat considering how fucking big it is

[lemonlover1110]

𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

Summary: Zayne wants to fulfill your odd request.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want a baby.” Is a request that makes Zayne’s eyebrows perk up. An odd request coming from you. To him, it feels out of nowhere since he’s never noticed you take interest in kids. 

Zayne is not the type of man to miss any details about you, so this is coming out of nowhere. He’s been caught up in the hospital lately, so perhaps something happened the past few days. It’s still a very big decision, one that he wants you to ponder on.

It’s a very big decision that he wants you to reflect on, after all, bringing a child into the world is no small feat. He doesn’t want you to change your mind once it’s too late… Perhaps that’s what he should’ve considered before letting you under him. He should’ve opened his mouth before letting you get too close. A simple look, one soft touch– That’s all he needs to do anything you want him to.

“It’s so fucking good!” You’re practically yelling as he thrusts in and out of you. Your back is on the bed, legs on his shoulders as he relentlessly fucks your cunt.

You’re stuffed with his cum, but Zayne needs to continue fucking you. He’s looking down at the way your pussy wraps around him, taking every inch like a good girl.

“You feel so good, baby.” He moans, holding on to your hips for support. He’s noticed that he can fuck you so deep in this position, and it’s easily become one of his favorites. He rarely curses, but he can’t help but mutter out a few curses from how good he feels around your cunt, “Fuck…”

Your hands grip the bed sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head as pleasure runs through your body. You’ve always had great sexual chemistry with your husband, but the moment you asked for a baby something changed. It flipped a switch that you absolutely adore. He’s fucking you with a purpose.

“You’re gonna look so perfect carrying my baby.” Zayne mutters as one hand goes down to play with your clit. You loudly moan his name over and over again as he makes a mess out of you. “Please make me a daddy, baby. Please, please, please.”

You’ve never heard Zayne so needy before. The idea of getting you pregnant is clearly turning him on. The neighbors can surely hear how loud you’re being, but shame walked out of the door after the first round.

“Zayne–” You begin to squeeze around him as pleasure consumes you. The senseless talk that leaves his lips only works you up more. 

“Need to knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. He’s shutting his eyes, unable to bear the feeling. It’s too much for him to handle, you just feel so nice and tight around him, “Need to see you pregnant with my baby.”

Your back is arching as your climax approaches. Zayne is hitting all the right spots, which is driving you wild. He’s moaning your name over and over again.

Your breath gets caught up in your chest as your orgasm washes over you. His thrusts begin to get sloppy, knowing that he’s not going to last much longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna knock you up.” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. He’s pumping you full of his cum, and your cunt milks him for every drop of it. Because it is a lot. Zayne comes so much inside of you.

It’s the third time in the night. Zayne pulls out of you, and lays down beside you. His fingers are pushing his cum back inside of you. You’re both panting, catching your breaths.

He’s already thinking about fucking you again, but before anything else he has the audacity to ask,

“Are you sure you want a baby?”

You chuckle.

“I’m sure I’m already pregnant.”

[ackermans-posts]

𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓾𝓷

feat: bf!satoru x reader

contents: public sex, exhibition kink, daddy, dirty talk, tit play, riding, horny reader, multiple orgasms,cream pie, breeding, slapping, goofy, ferris wheel, late night, blowjob, oral

“satoru! let’s go on the ferris wheel,” you giggle, pulling his sleeve in your direction, “haven’t been on one of these in forever!”

satoru can never deny you, grinning from ear to ear as he follows you. looking down at your skirt, he tells himself it’s not because of how your ass bounces with every hop you take; he tells himself it’s because he likes Ferris wheels too. somehow you know he’s staring at you, thinking naughty things. your pussy flutters at the thought.

“can you pay, baby?” you ask with a smile, turning to face him with the cutest pout you could muster. he tsks, laughing to himself before giving a small smack to your ass. “killin my wallet, hun,” he murmurs, handing the worker the cash for the ride. not even seconds later you’re climbing on the little ride and pulling him in with you, waiting till you’re at the top before speaking.

“you enjoying today’s date so far, huh sweetie? you must be, considering I’ve spent over $100 already,” he hums, the tone sounds harsh but you know he’s kidding around, he couldn’t care less about the money if it means makin his girl happy.

“mhm, daddy,” you prop yourself on his lap, hands hugging around his neck, “been so good, the view is wonderful,” you tease, staring directly at his lips. satoru leans in, brushing his against yours, lightly ; just teasing. your legs squeeze against his.

“you sure?” he grins against your lips, “nothing’s missing?”

you smile, drinking his face up with your eyes, “jus- just one thing,” you whisper, movin your clothed pussy against his thigh lightly, “jus’ been so so horny since we got here,” you whine, giving his faces small kisses.

“yeah?” he lilts, “you can hold off till we get home, can’t you?”

“you’re supposed to take care of me, daddy”

satoru sucks in a breath, feeling your legs squeezing against his. he takes a quick look out of the window and groans, “the shit you make me do,” then he’s grabbing your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout and his mouth is on yours. you giggle against him, moving your tongue along his as he tries to pull you closer. your little gasps fuel satoru on more and more, loving when he lifts your tiny skirt up, kneading your ass.

you feel wetness sliding down your pussy, n you can’t help but keep kissing him. the feeling of his tongue gliding over his lips turns you feral, “shit-,” satoru laughs, trying to keep up with your mouth, “so fuckin hot,”

his hands squeeze at your ass one more time before he’s hissing in annoyance, toying at your pink fucking panties. he’s breaking the kiss, leaning towards your ear.

“I’m’ gonna rip these fuckin things off, baby” he whispers, leaving harsh kisses on your neck and chest. you feel yourself hump your pussy on his leg again, wanting his mouth back on yours.

“oh god,” you whine, “m’ gonna cum”

satoru grins, he cannot stop himself from chuckling. he pulls down your top, letting your tits run free. “yeah, baby? how? i haven’t done anything to you yet,” his mouth sucks on your nipple, teasing and pulling.

“gimme a kiss, baby,” he teases, smiling at how eager you are to listen. you almost leap at the opportunity, lips smashing on his as you whimper, reaching to toy with your nipples as he takes control of your mouth. one last moan and he doesn’t miss how you’re shaking, grinding that lil pussy on him like your life depends on it.

“ya just came, hm?” he laughs, noticing a big wet spot on his jeans. he smiles at your cute little nod, loving how you already look out of it. he’s about to speak when the Ferris wheel cart suddenly stops, and a loud intercom fills your ear.

“Hello! I thank everyone for coming to this lovely spring carnival! As a little treat, please look out your windows as we pause this ride to release some fireworks. Thank you, and do not be alarmed— the ride will resume once they are done.”

“please, satoru,” you gasp, “wan’ you to fuck me so so bad before we get off,” he winces, growing noticeably harder and harder at your cute begging. you bury your face in his neck, sucking and leaving little kisses, doin your best to hurry him up.

“shhhh, baby,” he hushes you, trying to calm you down as he grabs onto your hips, “I’m gonna take good care of ya, pussies gonna be well fed when I’m done wit her,” his hands toy with your skirt for a little before peelin off your panties.

“lift your hips for me, love” he mumbles, finally ridding yourselves from that barrier. satoru exhales, fingers soaking themselves as he dips through your folds. you gasp, holding onto his neck as he starts to circle around your clit.

“ah— satoru,” you cry, trying to ignore the hard pounding in your core as he dips a finger inside you. he grins, inching it inside and out before adding a second finger.

“so fuckin wet,” he grins, “shit, don’t even needa prep you as much,” his fingers slide out to rub against your mouth, spreading your juices against your tongue. satoru’s dick grows incredibly hard under you, almost popping out of his zipper.

“you want it so bad? ya’ gotta work for it,” he coos, “be a good girl n’ get on your knees for me,”

you whine, but don’t want to wait to figure out what’ll happen if you don’t listen. you slide off him with a pout, your tits bouncing with the movement as you end up on your knees, face rubbing against his leg. satoru’s eyes are glued on you, fuck the fireworks. he can’t look anywhere else. he rubs the bulge on his jeans, head falling back with a groan at the feeling.

“ah shit,” he groans, grabbing your hair with one fist, “take my cock outta these jeans for me,”

your core flutters with the command, and your eyes don’t differ, they stay directed at him as you hastily unzip his pants, pullin them down to his legs before you do the same to his boxers. you could cum, just by watching how his dick pops out, smacking against his abdomen. precum’s already slippin out, n your mind goes fuzzy with the need to taste him.

“good fuckin girl,” he gives his dick a few strokes, eyes rollin back while he stares at your tits. he’s not gonna fuckin last so he has to make the most of this. “spit on it, baby, go ahead.. spit,” he murmurs, almost spilling himself on your face right then and there when you oblige, drool seeping from your lips onto him.

you’re honestly dazed. nothing’s registering through your mind, your boyfriends cock only thing you can think of, only wanting him inside of you, breeding you, pounding into you so fuckin hard in this cart that someone starts to question it. you must be so fuckin lost that satoru’s words weren’t even reaching your brain.

“are you listening to me, baby?” he murmurs, giving a little slap to your face that finally knocks you out of your dream. “am I gon have to stop all this? cus my girl isn’t listening?” he threatens, his strong hand gripping your cheeks together.

you panic, of course you don’t want him to stop! “no, no m’ sorry daddy, m’ listening,” you plead, staring up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“you gon listen to daddy? I said stick your tongue out… yeah, fuck, jus like that… keep it out while I tap my cock against your lil tongue,” he groans, mumbling intelligible words as he slaps his tip against your tongue before sliding his whole length inside. you can’t help but gag, throat constricting against him. he doesn’t let up, gripping your hair as he fucks his cock into your mouth straight away.

“hollow your cheeks out… just like I taught you,” he murmurs, dick sliding even deeper, feelin your nose hit the base of his cock each time, “yeah, fuck jus like that”

drool seeps from your mouth into his balls. you do your best to keep going, but eventually satoru notices your quick shortness of breaths before finally giving you a little break. he pulls his cock out of your mouth, givn you time to cough and heave.

“cmon, you can handle a little more for daddy, right?” tears pool from your eyes but you nod, grabbin the base of him to give his tip little sucks and kitten licks. you’ll do anything for him, he admires. he has to pull you away before the tightness of his balls becomes too much. he needs to finish inside of you tonight.

“god, please! want you inside of me, satoru,” you cry, wiping the incoming tears from your eyes. the need to being full is pulling at your insides.

“aww, don’t cry baby, you’re gonna get it real soon,” he coos, wipin your tears away along with the drool on your chin. “jus’ gotta work for it okay? cmon, hop on daddies lap.”

you sniffle, standing up to climb over him. “lift your hips again, yeah.. good girl,” his cock slides up and down your cunt, spreading the wetness over his tip. you gasp, and can’t help but sit all the way down on it. satoru curses, groaning loud as he grips your hips tightly.

“oh, fuck. bad fuckin girl,” he hisses, feeling your walls squeeze against him so tight, even he has to take a second to compose himself. you’re crying, knowing you took him all way too fast without taking time to adjust to the pain.

“oh, fuck! daddy it hurts.. hurts so bad,” you whine, sitting all the way down at the base of his cock, being careful not to move. “shh, I know, I’ll make it all better soon,” he says, thumb immediately reaching down to rub at your clit. you moan, grabbing into his shoulders. some pain immediately reduces to pleasure, n you’re still left a sobbing mess.

“more more, oh god,” your loud whimpers fill the cart, your own fingers toying with your nipple as satoru continues rubbing at your puffy little bud.

satoru grins, givin your lips a little peck. “feel better? yeah?” you nod at him, mouth gaping in pleasure.

“good girl. bounce up and down on my cock, alright? I know it hurts, do it to make daddy happy,” he commands, and you’re doin your best to listen. you start with a slow roll of your hips, moaning as your clit rubs over his abdomen.

just then, the loud intercom starts again.

“Good evening! Thank you for your patience and I hope you all enjoyed the view. The ride will start up again in 5 minutes, thank you.”

your eyes widen, that’s not enough time for you both.

“satoru, what do we do,” you whine, still rolling your hips against his cock.

“guess ya gotta hurry up, hun. don’t care if it hurts, m’ gonna fuck you myself if you don’t start bouncin,” he hisses, feelin your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him.

panic races through your veins as you lift up just until the tip is in before sliding all the way back down. you know you’re being loud, but you could not care anymore. light pain fills you but you keep going, sliding up and down until you’re seeing stars. the sound of your ass smacking over his hips is the only thing registering between you.

“oh fuckk, doing so fucking good,” satoru groans, staring at your tits rolling up and down between each bounce. his eyes roll back as you finally find your pace. “you fuckin feel that? your pussies squeezing me so damn tight,”

his hips start meeting you halfway, increasing the pace and intensity way more than before. you feel out of it. In the best way possible. the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot every thrust sends you away, more and more moans pouring out of your throat. you can’t help, you cum right away.

“oh fuck, you cummin for me? cumming on my cock like a little slut— oh shit,” he groans, thrusts growing sloppy and careless. “reach down and play with your pussy,” he hisses, moaning alongside with you as your pussy contracts around him. cream coats his cock, makin sure his pace doesn’t let up.

“m’ gonna fuckin cum inside you, fill your pussy up until you can’t hold anymore.. fuck fuck,” he leans forward to suckle your tit in his mouth, loving how you’re still trying to bounce on his cock.

“I-I can’t anymore! satoru please, s’ too much,” you cry, pussy feeling overstimulated with how much his cock keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again. you feel as if you’re gonna cum once more with the pressure.

“you can, baby. fuck, I feel you tightening up again, you gonna cum with me?” another hard thrust follows by another through his constant mumbling, and it’s his finger pressing on your clit that sends you to paradise again. you squeeze around him, a loud wail comin from you as you release.

“good girl, gonna cum inside this tight little pussy- shit shit-,” one last sloppy thrust has him releasing his load in you. thick ropes of cum filling your womb has you trembling over his frame. his name the only thing coming from mind fucked brain. satoru’s groan fills the air as he at last stills his hips, letting go of the last drops of cum. he chuckles, laying his head back as you fall alongside him, his cock still nestled in your pussy.

“can’t believe you made me fuck you inside a ferris wheel,”

“feel so much better now, daddy,” you smile against his neck, all content and happy.

satoru laughs before looking out the window.

“shit, hurry up and put all your clothes on. we’re almost at the bottom.”

[specialgradefckr]

Heatwave: Day 6

tw: explicit content. 9k+ words. Satoru/Reader. female!omega!reader, alpha!gojo. mutual pining, light angst, YEARNING, so much yearning, PIV, heat/rut sex, minor breeding kink, choking, reader and gojo are switches, gojo is kind of a masochist. intense bickering. you and gojo are both pathetically whipped and in love, and i do mean pathetic

Prompt: Mating cycles are as violent as they are horny, intent to kill is high.

It took some convincing to get you a position as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High School – plenty of traditional fools in charge who thought omegas were better as childbearers than sorcerers.

But you got there. After ten years teaching in public schools, teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High was what you'd always wanted: small classes with dedicated students who you could form real bonds with.

As a sorcerer, you had the potential to become a special grade – but your true passion was teaching, and it was a far better use of your talents to help the newest sorcerers improve.

Other teachers weren’t quite as gifted in the art of passing on knowledge. Like the special grade sorcerer no one ever shut up about, Satoru Gojo.

He was seven years younger than you – practically a student himself. But somehow, here he was, a teacher alongside you. Nepotism, maybe, combined with how obviously alpha he was – freakishly tall, well-built, and unnervingly confident, used to getting his way.

You’re not certain of his credentials as a teacher. If he has any at all.

If you were forced to guess, you’d assume Gojo had at least a PhD in pissing you the fuck off.

“Awh, c’mon now,” He’d snickered at your implication. “Like it’s hard?”

You could kill him. Actually, cross that out – you will kill him, just as soon as you’re finished riding his stupid big, fat knot to absolute oblivion.

Alphas, for all their pride, are even dumber and hornier than omegas in heat once their rut kicks into high gear and they lock their knot into someone.

You’ll choke him out then, you plan – if that doesn’t just make him roll all six eyes in exaggerated pleasure.

Gojo’s just that kind of complete and utter brat. Even if he is an alpha.

Constantly stalking you from behind, ready to throw his arms around your shoulders in some lazy half-embrace. Lording his stupid height over you, his seemingly endless youthful energy.

“Hey~” He’d drawl, leaning into you, knowing exactly how much the action exposed his scent, “How’s it going with the students? Teach ‘em any new tricks?”

You weren’t some early-twenties dewy-eyed omega; his scent didn’t have any more effect on you than a nice cologne would have. “Yes, I think today went well. They’re bright kids, I’m proud of them.”

“Oho! We should celebrate your success!” Not pleased with your response, he’d squeezed your shoulders close, enough that you couldn’t walk away. “Drinks on me! Let’s head out~”

“Hitting on older women?” You’d returned, shrugging him off so you could walk away, “What, have you successfully repulsed every potential mate of your own age group? Quite a feat, even for you, Gojo.”

“Awh, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to show my support! I know ladies your age tend to get a lot of flak these days, especially from the higher-ups…”

It had been a pretty low blow from him, considering how much he disliked the higher-ups and tradition as a whole. Looking back, that was probably him getting desperate for some kind of reaction.

Like a fool, you’d given it to him.

Spinning, whipping around to tuck your finger beneath his chin, just tickling at his neck, inches from his scent glands.

“Ladies my age don’t go for boys like you, Satoru-kun,” you purr, snatching his chin and pulling his pretty face closer to yours, “And I’ll have you know, I have no interest one-night stands.”

He grins that awful, gorgeous grin with those pretty sparkling eyes. “Now when did I say I wanted anything like that? You’ve got a dirty mind there. I just wanted to get drinks.”

“When did I say you did?” You hold his gaze like you would the leash of a particularly disobedient dog. “I was just letting you know. But since you just want to get some celebratory drinks, I’ll ask Shoko and Nanami to come along.”

Heh. Transparent disappointment flashes across his face, like he’s bitten into a lemon, but he’s quick to brighten up.

“My mistake, I got a little too excited~” He follows alongside you with his stupidly long stride, hands in his pockets, “I was just soooo~ happy to hear you don’t do one-night stands. I’d get super jealous!”

This he says, right after taunting you for suggesting he wanted one? What a little shit.

“Do you also recall the part where I said I wasn’t interested in little boys?” You mutter, texting Shoko and Nanami about the meetup.

You can still feel his presence behind you. Pheromones drifting through your awareness. Gojo’s got such a weird scent for an alpha. Artificial and sour and sweet. Blue raspberry. Electric, just a whiff of it tingles. You lick your lips.

“Yeah, I heard you. Good to know my darling kohai Nanami is safe from your clutches~” He sings.

Fucking insufferable.

-

The thing about alphas was that they got aggressive when their ruts came around.

From experience you’d known his limitless could be turned on and off at will, and he could allow his scent to drift through it.

Not only was Gojo nearing his rut, he wanted you to know that he was nearing his rut. The air is oozing with his stinging, cloying scent that makes your mouth water. You have to swallow your spit a few times.

So when Gojo insisted that you spar with him, you just knew it was going to fucking suck.

He was going to use it to force unnecessary contact, shove his scent in your face, taunt and tease you while he physically prevented you from leaving.

Then, the million dollar question. Why the fuck did you ever agree to it?

Deep down, you tell yourself it’s to shut his stupid ass up. Because it’ll make for good practice, and that’s not even a lie. Or even just because he’s got a pretty face, and you want eye candy.

You tell yourself it has nothing to do with the heat you know you’re just on the verge of.

Nothing to do with the rut that has him smelling absolutely delectable.

The adrenaline that bursts through your veins as he races towards you is purely from the thrill of combat.

The exhilaration of watching his strike swing through empty air, the slight shock on his face; that’s because you’re proud of your skills.

You’re not panting, teeth bared in an awful grin, arms tightening back to grab him and hold him down, make him yours yours all yours – this is a combat stance.

Not that you wanted to fight him that badly in the first place. Feel his strikes against yours, touch that infinity for yourself. See what he’s offering, that he likes to throw it in your face so much.

It’s not any of that, and you whip out a denial for each thought as it rises like you dodge Gojo’s strikes with increasing desperation. Fast. Fast, so fast, like a blink. Here one moment, there the next.

Focus. On him. White hair, black tracksuit, that little flash of blue you’d see anywhere. You pin your senses on him, on the scent that dances in the air, tempting you. Put every fiber of your being into matching his strikes, which come faster, and faster, until eventually even you can’t dodge them.

White hair. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Pretty, pale face. Pressure down against you, breath, scent, hot in your face. Focus, focus.

Anything to take your attention from the way your thighs want to clench together when he pins you down, nose brushing against yours.

Close enough no infinity could stop you if you wanted to lean forward into the neck showing under his collar and bi-

“You goin’ easy on me?” He practically purrs in your ear. Infuriating.

So you let yourself purr back. Take in his pheromones for just a second, lean into it, relaxing underneath him as you let off an answering scent, laced with the arousal you’re already feeling. Tongue darting between your lips for a moment as you let your eyes linger on his pretty mouth, pretty face.

Gojo’s eyes dilate as your lashes flutter, tilting your lips to –

SLAM

“No,” You sing to his crumpled form, hunched over from the blow to his middle, “I think you’re easy, Gojo. Come back when you’re not a horny little beast about to rut.”

A breathy chuckle comes from him as he situates himself to sit back on his heels, catching his breath.

Unnerving. Everything about this bastard is unnerving. The way he looks up at you, face flushed, grinning with delight – you know for a fact your strike hit hard enough to bruise. Maybe he could heal it, but he was still winded from the impact. It had to hurt, still.

Instead, those too-blue eyes seem to glow at you.

“Easy, huh?” He says, and you pretend he said it to himself. “Actually, I’m pretty hard.”

(You try very hard to pretend you didn’t hear that. To pretend you couldn’t smell it the moment you struck him.)

He licks his lips, taking in a deep breath, like he caught the scent of something he can’t let escape him. Eyes staring after you.

You walk away, before he can catch on to how slick you’ve become, just with this little interaction. What are you, a teenager? Maybe you’re close to your heat, but not that close.

Gojo lets you walk.

You think he knows.

(He definitely knows.)

-

He loves to taunt you. Alphas love posturing, looking for fights, as soon as their ruts come around. But an omega nearing their heat would snap at anything that so much as breathed wrong. Ready to see everything as a threat, demanding and critical even of those closest to them.

Both secondary genders had… attitude problems during their mating cycles that led to them lashing out. But due to stereotypes, alphas were seen as being dominant and argumentative, whereas omegas were seen as…

“Awh, needy, are we? Must be your heat coming up, huh?”

“Still hitting on older women? Your rut must really have you acting like an animal. Why don’t you do us all a favor and find someone to fuck it out with?” God, just talking about it is fucking annoying.

“Not very mature of you to say, ma’am!” The look you gave him must have spoken volumes, because he immediately responded, “It’s okay, I know how it is. You don’t have to be so shy about admitting it! What omega wouldn’t want a strong, handsome alpha like me to take care of them~?”

“Kill yourself.”

Satoru Gojo had pried words from your mouth you would otherwise be horrified by. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was he would try to pamper you, just like he claimed you must have needed.

And the worst of that part was that it fucking worked.

He knew all your favorite drinks, snacks, meals. Had things delivered to your desk when even his own moronic self could understand you did not want to see him – always with traces of his scent lingering on the gift.

Papers to grade? Coffee from your favorite café, just the way you liked it.

Indoor from a long training session? Something iced and fruity to sip on.

Back from a stressful mission? A dessert so delectable you double-check to see if Gojo hadn’t already taken a bite out of it himself.

“A little pick me up after all your hard work~ The students always talk about how much they love you. Trying to steal my thunder, huh? Good job, sensei!”

The words are irrationally pleasing to read. And he smells good, it always smells too fucking good, refreshing at the first hint and then invigorating the next. Sweet and sour, just like the bastard himself.

There’s little bits. A ribbon, a traditional little lunch wrapped in a handkerchief, one time he even just shamelessly sets his coat down next to a drink with another note.

“By the way, my favorite jacket got stained while getting you this. Since it’s your fault, you can dry clean it for me, right? Make sure to give it back, I’d miss it so much!”

Awful. Awful terrible man. Giving you every excuse in the book to hoard his scent and pretend you hadn’t. You could be throwing these away, for all he knows. Out of pure spite.

(He knows. He must know that you can’t throw them away, your instincts scream at you, your heat aches and burns. Each little article you get to squirrel away allows you another night of easier rest. He knows it. You know he does.)

It’s infuriating. It’s absolutely fucking infuriating because you know Gojo doesn’t mean it like that. He’s just using this to get to you. Doesn’t want anything more than to fuck the closest and most convenient hole because his rut is coming up. He isn’t pursuing a relationship with you, this isn’t courting, just teasing.

It’d amuse him, too, after. To tease you about it, probably try some weird shit in the classrooms or on missions – he’s got that air about him. Slutty. Down for anything.

It’s infuriating and it’s fucking hot. And devastating, because you meant it when you said you don’t really do one-night stands.

He’s just so unreasonably pretty that you’d thought about it when you met him. The attraction is there, on both ends, but the more you’ve gotten to know him the more certain you are that it’s a bad idea.

Gojo’s a menace already, and as fun as it was to taunt him, having sex with him would just give him more ammunition. He made everything weird.

All the teasing, the uncomfortable chemistry, the not-courting shit, and you’re in heat. Sure, you’d had casual sex before, but during your heat? Fuck that shit.

Because unfortunately, Gojo is right. You get needy.

Not because you’re an omega. It’s because you’re you.

When you spend your heat with a partner it’s like you can’t stop everything from spilling out.

The desire to know and be known in your entirety. To feel and touch and cherish every inch laid bare, to gift yourself like a sacrament to someone who you know will worship you –

See? Unbearably romantic. And you love it, you eat that shit up. It’s deep in you, a wanting you don’t even wish to deny.

The thought of waking up to an empty bed during your heat drove you mad with loathing and heartbreak. Seeing the person you’d allowed to have you in your heat touching someone else? You’d be out for blood.

Alphas get territorial. If an alpha sees someone with their partner, they’re liable to rip the interloper to shreds.

Omegas get possessive. An omega wouldn’t care about someone coveting what's theirs, but they’ll rip that partner to shreds if they suspect they have eyes for another.

It’s funny, how all that nurturing and devotion can turn so easily into equal parts cruelty and violence. To love deeply is to hate deeply, and adoration is so intrinsic to your being that you can’t help but fall hard whenever desire takes you.

You’re a needy little monster, craving love, gentleness, affection. You wouldn’t survive whatever he did after, you might not even survive baring yourself to him, letting the extent of your desire be known.

Gojo would rip your poor, tender, beating heart from your chest. Chew it up and spit it out like trash.

And he’s so, so pretty, and he smells so good, and you love the excitement of your back and forth – you adore him, this Satoru Gojo. You want him so bad you can taste it. But Gojo doesn’t feel it like you do, like a need deep in his bones that aches all the way to his dreams.

You’re seven years his senior, have no exceptional qualities, and he’s got all the options in the world. Gojo’s still so young. There’s no reason for him to want to be tied to you. If he fantasizes at all, it’s about fucking you, knotting you, not of your teeth on his neck or his own on yours.

And you shouldn’t even entertain the idea of him fantasizing about you. You shouldn’t entertain any of these thoughts, because for all the violence your love can inflict on him, Gojo is the one who would emerge unscathed. You’d be left in tatters, and he wouldn’t even have the decency not to step all over them.

You can’t sleep with him. You’ll die, you’ll surely die, it’ll absolutely feel like you’re dying to see that pretty face smile sarcastically, or sneer and turn away. You’ll awaken without his warmth beside you and it’ll feel like your heart is missing from your chest and you’ll have to be reminded of that every time you see him because you work with that fucking nuisance. At your job.

You can’t do it. You can’t. Off limits, no way.

But you’re (regrettably, unfortunately, miserably) needy when you’re in heat. And Gojo is a horny little beast in his rut.

And he knows, he knows he fucking knows. He’s there whenever you turn a corner, walk up to a vending machine, sit down to grade papers. He’s got that awful million watt smile that lights up his entire stupid pretty face when he flirts with you, trades barbs back and forth.

He’s touchy, too touchy, gets too close. Asks to spar with you again and again until you say yes. Leaves you more treats, more drinks, more little gifts the whole while.

Your hands get dry because your heat wakes you up in the middle of the night, you have to touch yourself constantly. Gojo brings you lotion that smells like raspberries (like him).

You’re not entirely sure he hasn’t fucked around and filled the bottle with lotion that’s also laced with his cum. You use it anyways. His reaction makes it obvious that he can tell you have, and he’s pleased by it.

You hate him. You hate him, and you want him. You want him so fucking bad.

You can’t do this. You can’t do it.

Gojo looks at you like he wants to eat you. Like he’s tracking every little twitch, every movement, like a predator and his prey. Like he’s waiting for you to bolt off so he can give chase.

You can’t do this.

You’re not fucking prey. You’ll bite him back, doesn’t this stupid man know?

And he spars with you again and you’re left breathless from dodging him –

(you refuse to be touched by someone who is himself untouchable)

And he smells so so so good up close when he finally tackles you, seizes you, locks your arms up from behind you –

(you love to be held, you dream of being held, in the depths of your heat it’s not being filled that comforts you it’s the thought of pressure like a vice grasping you so close, unwilling to let go)

And his face is so devastatingly beautiful up close, those terrible, magnificent eyes like a sea of stars, staring at you like he’s enraptured –

(god, he’s so pretty, just looking at him has a little dose of glee shooting through you)

And his lips taste as good as he smells –

(sweet and sour, can it really be that bad if the sting is all washed away with the tingle of sugary, electric tang on your tongue)

And he holds you so so tight so close so warm –

(you’re pulsing, aching, throbbing, and you’re so fucking tired of your own fingers and he’s grinding against you so good)

And then you’re in your room, at your door, inches away from your nest with all the shameful little bits and pieces of his scent you’ve stolen away.

(you can’t do this. this man will kill you. he will be the death of you.)

Teeth on your collarbone, huge hands clawing at your shirt, pulling it up. You look down at him, meet his fevered eyes and lust-filled gaze.

His breaths ghost over the skin he’s left wet with kisses and nips. Hungry, so hungry for you. So pretty. You grasp his pretty face with both hands and pull him up into a kiss that’s more teeth than lips.

(You’ll go out fighting.)

When his tongue darts into your mouth you nearly moan at the taste of him. Gojo groans, and he does it openly, hands wide over your ass and clenching at it. You close your teeth against his tongue, not hard, not biting. Just to feel it. Measuring the give.

Gojo nicks himself on your teeth to pull away, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Knew you wanted me.”  He pants, licking over your lips, “Wanted this. Could smell you.” Lick, lick. “Taste you.”

Fuck. His eyes are wild and eager and you can smell his arousal already dripping free from him. Slotting one of your legs between his lets you press up and confirm his hardness. He moans at it, purposefully loud.

Massive. He’s massive, hard, and aching for you, so much he nearly howls at the pressure. Clawing your clothes off of you. You’re no better, yanking off his jacket, tugging his shirt up – and he lets you – tossing them into your bed.

“Look at you,” Kiss, kiss, he steals the words between presses of his mouth on your skin, like he has to breathe you and not the air, “Look at that sweet little nest. Helped you with it, didn’t I? Aren’t I just the greatest alpha?”

It’s hard, so fucking hard, to ignore how delight laces through your chest at his words. This nest, this place where you’ve languished for too long already in your heat, now an alpha (your alpha) is here and happy to fill it up (fill you up), curl up in it with you.

“You’re talking too much,” is all you dare to let yourself voice.

You seize his pants and underwear by the waistband, dragging them down his hips. Gojo stumbles, undignified, towards you, but even then, he’s tall enough to press you to fall back into the strategic mess of blankets, pillows, and your hoarded pieces of his offerings.

He’s still grinning as he pins you down. Arms on either side of you. Tall, so tall, so much larger than you. Larger than life. Your beautiful, ferocious alpha, all hard and excited just for you.

“Too bad. I love talking.” Gojo’s eyes stay trained on yours as he mouths over a breast, sucking as much of it as he can into his mouth.

“No, really? Would never have guessed.” the grumble escapes you, and he giggles.

He watches you still, tense, and try not to lean into the sensation as he plays at your nipple with his tongue, teeth. Pulls away with a pop.

You hear him kicking off what remains of his clothes, but you can’t bring yourself to look down.

“I can smell your slick from here,” A hand tracing up the inside of your thigh, “Mouthwatering.”

So wet you can almost feel yourself gushing. His hands are inches away from it. Heavy, warm form bearing down on you as he moves to suck at your other breast. Teasing fingers where your leg joins to your body.

“Is that all your mouth’s good for?”

His laughter had been far too mocking to be endearing, just like his grip on your hips had been just a bit tighter than pleasant, his grin wide enough to be smug instead of sweet.

Wretched and traitorous, your heart lurches at his beautiful face, anyways.

“If you wanted me to show you,” Those blue, blue eyes never leave yours as he trails his face down your body, “You could’ve just asked, babe.”

Your hand finds its way into his hair, which is naturally as soft and pleasant to the touch as you’d dreamed it was. You clench tightly and he rumbles in approval.

“Like it rough, do you, omega?” His breathes, right over your drooling cunt. “Me, too.”

“You’d be so fucking hot,” You pant, “If you kept your damn mouth closed.”

When he laughs again, it feels a little better, but he’s always got to dig in. Pressing kisses to your clit that leave you fighting the urge to kick your legs.

“I’m always hot, baby,” God, it feels so sinful, so good, to have his exhalation ghosting over your slickness, “You’re just all antsy ‘cause of your heat. Let me make you cum, calm you down.”

This has the opposite effect of calming you down and he knew it would. Probably expected you to wrap your legs around his waist while he buried his face in your cunt, digging your heels hard into his sides, like spurs.

“Would be the first useful thing your mouth has done all year.” Gojo snickers against you and it’s annoying how good it feels.

And then he closes his lips around your clit, tongue tracing swiftly all over it, and you couldn’t stop squirming if you tried. Can’t stop the noises that come out of your mouth, spilling out, overflowing, like how the slick just pours from your clenching hole.

He fingers into you, two at once, and it’s embarrassing how little you feel it at all. Two, in and out, then a third, stretching inside you. Spreading them apart inside you. Making these awful wet noises – it doesn’t help that Gojo likes to smack his lips while he eats.

“Tasty. So wet. Did you stretch yourself for me?” He asks between laps at your clit, pressing himself closer to you while you whimper and teeter on the edge, “Got some knot toys to prep?”

“Fuck – Gojo!” Even when you’re trying to snap at him, he makes it fucking impossible, suckling at your clit before you can get the words out.

You cum with a light, airy cry. Short, shallow gasps as your other hand darts down to grasp his shoulder. Clinging.

“I will, I will,” Gojo takes a deep breath, over the wetness of you, making you shiver.

Eyes like blue flame look up at you. Sinful tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog. Licking sticky lips. “Must’ve been hard, all that time you spent waiting. Don’t you worry, I’ve got a nice big knot ready just for you.”

And god, it’s fucking terrible, how you have to suppress a shiver of delight at his words, as he crawls up your body to be eye-level with you. His cock rubs along your sex, wetting itself so easily it should be embarrassing.

It is big. It’s so big and the knot swelling at the base of it is even better, thick and pulsing and throbbing.

Your stupid horny omega brain wails at the prospect of finally, finally being filled up by something hot and pulsing and living. Strong enough to hold you down and breed you. He’d give you the prettiest kids.

Oh god, oh fuck. Omega brain is seizing the steering wheel right now and you’re fucking terrified of where it’ll take you. You have no idea what you’re going to do when he knots you.

And he WILL fucking knot you if you have to mount and ride him yourself.

He’s grinning. Your instinct screams at you to bite. “I could smell it on you just now, you know. You want me to knot you soooo bad.”

You return his smile with bared teeth, “You want to knot me so bad, Gojo.” You’re still oversensitive when you grind your cunt against him but it’s worth it to see his stupid jaw drop open, “It makes you look fucking stupid.”

Pretty, pretty. He’s so pretty you could cry, and his cock is twitching against you, wet and burning and ready.

“Shut up,” Gojo breathes, close enough for you to smell his tingling scent on his breath, “And take it.”

A snarl builds in your throat, climbs on your lips – only to be knocked away thoroughly by the feeling of his fat head nudging, hot and swollen at your entrance. You’re so slick it feels almost gummy against you.

He drives himself in and you bite back a scream. Instead you let your hands claw down his back, and when they’re far enough down you just reach up to his shoulders again and dig your nails in harder.

The scrape at your fingertips, the way the smooth flesh of his back yields to yours – rough and savage enough to leave his eyes wide and gleaming.

His cock driving into you is like velvet, warm and wet and welcoming, filling an ache that makes you want to cry out.

There’s a stretch, because he’s big, of course he’s fucking huge but it’s the delicious type of stretch, a tight pinch that makes you shudder and clench and pull a moan or two out of him in return.

“See?” He nips at the underside of your jaw. Close, too close, inches away from your scenting glands, licking like he wants a taste, “Just needed some cock to calm you down. Poor – poor little omega, your heat must have been really bad, huh?”

You want to kill him. You want him to fill you up up UP more and more of his cock drives into you, it’s like it’s fucking endless, his knot urges forward at your entrance and the stretch –

“This – hhgh – coming from the beast in rut,” You snarl through strangled moans, “Who’s been throwing himself at me like an animal?”

Your hand in his hair trails down, over the back of his neck, and his whole body jerks at the touch. You’re no better, straining beneath him, talking out loud so you don’t lose your mind as his knot slides home.

“Did you think of me while you fucked your hand, Gojo?”  Dangerous territory. Dangerous thoughts. “Did you think about what I’d do to you? About me putting you on your ass while sparring because my scent turned you into a slut?”

He groans, long and laborious. You feel his knot lock in, his head thrown back (neck bared, pretty, pale, so empty and open) as he whines out his release.

It spurts inside you, hot and swelling and heady enough to bring you to a second release as his pelvis grinds against your clit.

“So what if I did?” There’s a challenge in his eyes, bright and sky blue and heart-rendingly beautiful in his blissed out state.

Something churns in your chest, something feral and wanting and you should know better but you can’t stop it now –

“Always think of me,” the demand leaves your lips before you can think of it, “You’ll always think of me when you touch yourself now, Gojo, you won’t be able to cum without it.” Before you know it, you’re purring, both from the afterglow and the words you’ve spoken with such misplaced confidence.

He thrusts lightly into you, a short useless movement which just makes you both more aware of his fat, swollen knot as it pumps his cum into you. Gojo purrs back at you, a warm rumble you can feel all throughout his form pressed against yours. His face against your chest, rubbing it – scenting you.

Your arms curl around him. Hold him close. “Never think of anyone else. Only me.”

The only response is louder purring. It’s painfully pleasant, comfortable, with the length of him pressed against you, his knot buried inside of you.

His eyes are half-lidded, dragging his parted lips over your skin. It’s too lazy and slow to be called a kiss, but the intimacy of It burns a trail across your skin. He licks at your neck in broad strokes and you mindlessly loll your head to the side, baring it for him.

Both of you content in the silence, sated by your climaxes. The first of many. A lull where you lie locked together so perfectly, enjoying the sinful trickles of his cum filling you up while his knot slowly deflates.

Naturally, Gojo can only let a good thing last so long.

“Never think of anyone else, huh?” His voice is unbearably smug, and smooth, and all things lovely. “Possessive and needy. What were you going to do if I hadn’t pounced on you?”

It takes you a moment to respond, disgruntled, “Next time you made an ass of yourself while sparring I would’ve just bitten you.”

A laugh; breathless and light. “I thought you didn’t like younger men?”

“A knot is a knot.” You clench around him a bit, just to drive your point home. It makes him spurt a little more into you, scalding hot. He hisses, face flushing.

He’s pretty like this. Then again, he’s always pretty.

“Yeah?” He leans in with glittering eyes, already recovered. “Bet you like my knot best. Bet you won’t want any other after this.”

You already don’t. You love the feel of him inside you, how he fits like a glove, how his knot fills you to bursting. It’s still inside you and you already want to feel it again. You already want him to be yours. All yours, only yours and yours forever.

But this is your asshole coworker who bickers with you, not your fucking boyfriend.

“I want another alpharight now,” You roll your eyes, like saying it would make it real, “A quieter one.”

“Heh.” His smile is as loud as his eyes. “No, you don’t. You wouldn’t let me so much as lick you if you weren’t already thirsting your brains out for me.”

God, are you that transparent? Or can he see through lies with the six eyes, too?

You push yourself upwards – not easy because Gojo’s laid his uselessly long torso against your chest – and the knot’s still mostly lodged in you but there’s enough give for you to push him back until you’re sitting on his lap.

Gojo is leaned against you, resting his body weight against you as he purrs like a careless, cuddly cat.

He doesn’t even flinch when you cup his face between your hands. Lazy, relaxed, content inside you.

“You have a lot of cheek for a brat who got hard after I knocked the wind out of him.” You tilt your head to the side. “Or maybe that’s what you’re hoping for on round two?”

And oh god. This guy can’t be for real. His knot has barely gone down enough to pull out and you feel him twitch inside you, hardening again. You pull him out with a twist of your hips and he actually whines.

He licks his lips. “What do you think?”

His cock flops against you again, hard, ready to go. You let out an incredulous laugh. “I called you a horny beast, I didn’t think you were actually some kind of – breeding whore.”

“Mmmh,” Large hands dart to hold your ass, pulling you closer, “Maybe I am. You’ll let me fuck you, though, so I must be doing something right.”

As dirty talk goes, you could do way better. But it looks like Gojo is just that easy – his scent deepens with excitement, electric on your tongue.

Mouthwatering. Stinging. It reaches deeper into you than you’d like, pulls out an answering tug of longing that spills over your lips before you can stop it.

Hands on his shoulders, over those pretty collarbones, shoving him back. It’s so easy; he falls back for you without resistance. Staring up at you through lowered lashes like an actual seductress.

Satoru Gojo is heartrendingly beautiful, above you or beneath you. It drives you mad.

“Tell me,” You want you want you want, “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.” Tell me you want me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine and you’ll never be anyone else’s.

“You said it yourself,” Gojo breathes, “I’m a whore, yeah? A beast in rut, throwing myself at you.”

“Why me?” Tell me I’m the only one who could ever satisfy you. He might be a dumb horny whore of an alpha, but your omega brain is equally delirious for feeding into this delusion. Tell me you want me. Tell me you love me.

His smile is lazy, eyes glimmering, and you get a terrible intuition that he knows exactly what you’re asking, exactly what you want. And he’s not going to give it to you.

“Knew you could keep up.” He answers with a distinct ring of mockery. Fucking brat.

Wrong answer. Wrong. Answer.

Your hands jump to his throat. Squeezing instinctively. Like you can rip the words out of him, the voice that lights every fiber of your being on fire, in all the worst ways. And his neck feels so perfect under your hands. Like it was always meant to be there.

"Wanna bite?" He mouths, somehow smirking at you before his mouth drops into an "O" – you’re grinding against him, hard and careless of his overstimulation.

Those pretty blue irises shrink and dilate wide, shimmering with tears. His face is so pale, lashes such a pretty white that the red on his cheeks stands out all the more painfully. A moan of pleasure ripples under your fingertips, squandered in your grasp.

God, he really is a whore, isn’t he? So eager in front of you, dick out, lashes fluttering, throwing himself at you. Teasing you with his scent, his little gifts. Letting you see him like this. How could he let you see him like this, if he didn’t want to be yours?

Would he be so pathetic and needy for anyone? It sends rage through you, white-hot and yearning. All you can see is him, him, Gojo in all his debauched glory beneath you.

Ruin him. Ruin him for anyone else. Yours, yours, all yours. So much that he can never think of anyone else, like you can only think of him.

You squeeze harder, like you can pull his treacherous, perfect voice out if you can just press hard enough into his singing pulse. Close, close, so fucking close, the pull inside you draws you over his cock, up and down, rubbing against your throbbing clit.

His cock twitches in time with it as you grind away. Blood rushing in your ears, pounding. You’re close. He’s close. He’s going to cum. He’s going to cum outside of you.

Just as Gojo’s eyes squeeze shut, his cock jumping against you – you pull your cunt off, leaving no more stimulation. You don’t release your hold on his throat, hips guided purely by instinct, slotting him against your entrance.

“Don’t you dare,” You hiss, feeling his pulse flutter, “You don’t cum unless you’re inside me. Never.”

Eyes shooting wide to look up at you. His lips part, desperate, passionate, heavy with words that he doesn’t have the air for.

You don’t want to hear it. He’s said enough.

You ride him like you hate him - to be fair, you kind of do.

Slamming down on his dick, just short of his knot. Hunched over him so you can still choke him while you fuck him, see his stupid face contort in shock and bliss as his cock is suddenly enveloped.

His sweet-sour scent practically stings your tongue, heavy with arousal, with lust, with want –

He fills you up so fucking good, he’s infuriating, he’s huge, he’s perfect and why isn’t he yours? Everything inside you screams and all you know is the stretch in your core, the burning need.

So close so close you're almost THERE –

Panting, gasping, you bear yourself down on his knot with a wail, squeezing his neck like a stress toy. It makes him pulse and throb inside you.

Fuck fuck FUCK -

The STRETCH, it fucking burns, Gojo is writhing underneath you. It's like he's bigger than he was last time.

His hands aren’t at his throat but on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, adding to all the weight that pulls you against him. Tight, hot, so, so fucking big.

“My knot,” You pant, half-feral with desire, “This is my fucking knot, Gojo, my dick, you don't put this in anyone else, do you hear me, ALPHA?"

There’s a rumble in his neck where he might be trying to answer you, but you ignore it in favor of bearing down on him. It's like all your breath leaves you in one big gasp, a whine escaping you as you finally pop the knot in.

You squeeze yourself, impossible, tight, feeling your whole cunt scream with the effort, the delicious stretch of a muscle pushed to its limit. You have him, you have him, you have him in you, all yours. Your core finally surges towards release at the feeling of being filled.

And then you look down at what you’ve captured, your alpha, teary-eyed, red-faced, eyes glazed over in bliss as his lips part to take a breath he can’t manage.

Cock burning inside you, hips bucking up, hands clutching you like a lifeline. Hands so uselessly large that his thumb can reach to roll over your clit.

All at once, you let go. Climax overwhelming you both, his first gasping breath painted with the sudden release.

You want to see his face while you do it, collapsing forward as your breath is stolen from you in waves of white-hot pleasure. Gojo lets out a high pitched noise that he probably shouldn’t be capable of, choking, crying.

“F-fuck,” He half-chokes, half-sobs, racing to clutch you to his chest.

You’ve never seen him so uncomposed, so helpless, your name on his lips, the six eyes blown wide and unseeing. Heat floods your insides as he releases, knot swelling impossibly larger. A squeak escapes you, and you press the side of your face into his toned chest as he holds you close.

You’re smaller than him – most people would be. It’s funny, feeling smaller in his arms. All the fight and fervor trickles away, slowly, like it’s making room for his cum.

Something terribly dark and feral inside you wants to rut against him and make him whimper more, now that he could hear it, but you don’t have the strength.

“Surprised you didn’t bite me,” He muses while he traces mindless patterns over your bare back.

“For what conceivable reason would I have bitten you during that?” His chest is warm, so warm. You’re not paying much attention to what you’re saying, just lazily snapping back at him for stating the obvious. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I literally choked you.”

“Hell yeah you did.” He rubs his cheek against your hair. “It was super hot. Do it again.”

Idiot. You try to ignore the hunger his words ignite inside you, the stupid glee you get from the thought that he likes it just as much as you do. “What, do you want me to bite you?”

“As hot as it would have been to see you take what you want,” God, his grin is just so annoying, and it makes your heart skip a beat, to see that fire in his eyes, “You’d probably feel all bad about it later or some crap. Like you trapped me or something. Which would be super hot, by the way. You have my permission to trap me at any time, especially if I’m sticking my dick in you.”

“Well, now I don’t want you at all,” You lie, blatantly, like a liar.

Satoru snickers, which really isn’t good for your heart. “What, because I’m such a kinky whore, you think I’ve been all used up already? Should I give myself some bruises and hickey sometime to really sell the fantasy?”

That gets an eye roll. “I didn’t degrade you enough while we were fucking, is that it? Had to pick up some slack yourself?”

“Heheh. You sure liked calling me a whore and a slut.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “What can I say, I’m just that good a lay. Always give the lady what she wants.”

“Sure.” And yet you still don’t have what you want from him.

“You’re the only person I’ve fucked like this, you know.” He says, more softly than he should.

It’s just so unfair. How he makes your heart stumble. How his little admission sends a trill of hope through you.

“Fucked how? During your rut?” He didn’t seem like the type to grin and bear the suffering.

“You know,” He shuffles again, “Like this. For fun.”

“What, I’m the only person you’ve let call you a whore? Choke you? Be more specific, Gojo,” The name tastes bitter in your mouth, “All the other times you just had to lie back and think of England?”

“Well, you’re the first person who’s fucked me that also called me Gojo, for one.”

He really has to ruin everything. “Just shut up. Nothing you say makes me feel better.”

Arms wrap tighter around your waist. “I mean it, though. I was looking forward to this. I never look forward to it. Letting down my technique, fucking some omega until I knotted them.”

You want to bite him, take a chunk out. Pull his hair and rip some of it out of his stupid empty skull. “Gojo –”

“No, listen.” And that’s a tone you haven’t heard before – low, commanding, an alpha’s demand. He hadn’t spoken to you like that once.

“I used to hate it, dread it. The long wait for my knot to go down before I could finally just leave and put everything back up again. Being stuck with some stranger in such an intimate position, feeling them touch me, it was the worst. The absolute fucking worst.”

He nuzzles his head into your neck, like he’s basking in your scent. “This, though? This is the best. I want to do this for every rut, forever.”

Another skipped beat, and that’s it. Your foolish, graceless heart can only drag you through so much humiliation and pining before you rip it out and stomp on it yourself.

“So what?” You lower your voice in return, hard and cutting, “Who says I want to spend all your ruts with you, Gojo?”

“Thought you didn’t do one-night stands.” He smirks at you. You want to punch him.

“What did you think this was?” Did he think you were pining for a relationship while he was just fucking it out? Sure, you were pathetic enough to want it, but you weren’t pathetic enough to expect it. Not on your fucking life.

But then.

There’s the answer, the “A public service for needy omegas~” or some other witty retort. You can already hear his voice ringing in your ears, playful and taunting.

But the sound doesn’t come. Nothing comes at all. Complete silence.

Gojo’s lean, muscled form has stiffened, now rigid against you where it had been relaxed. You can feel his hesitance rippling through the air. His scent is more sour than sweet. Spoiled.

“I thought… you wanted me.” You’ve never heard him sound so uncertain, so afraid. You’ve never heard Gojo sound afraid, period. “I was courting you, and you accepted my gifts, so I – ”

“When were you courting me?” You snap, even though you make the connection instantly. He had given you gifts. He’d spend time with you, given you something with his scent. Paid attention to your needs.

“This whole time?” He sounds like he’s starting to panic, now, “What did you think was happening? We’ve been flirting literally since the day I met you! I might not be the most traditional guy, but I got the important parts down!”

It doesn’t sound real, for Gojo to be freaking out like this. He turns you around so you can see his blue eyes, wide and wild with frustration, “Why did you think I gave you things with my scent and spent every spare hour in close quarters with you?”

“Because they were always accompanied with snarky remarks? Because you taunt me at every opportunity?” You say it straight to his face. “We literally insult each other every time we meet.”

“You like it, you tease me back!” He grouses, “You’re super into that, you fucked me anyways!”

“Yeah. I thought that was all you wanted.” You swallow. “You’re supposed to ask someone to court them, Gojo.”

“Of course you wanted me to court you. You seduced me when I pinned you down and then knocked me on my ass!”

You’re upset with him and all, but he’s just got this infuriating ability to make you laugh no matter what. “Most people would take that as a no.”

He’s smiling back. Beaming. His scent is clean, like just hearing you laugh made it all better, “But your answer isn’t a no. You li~ke~ me.”

“Not so much right now.” You look away. “So, what? I’m just a fool for not knowing what you wanted, when you never even told me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” You can hear the frown in his voice. “You’re a pretty proud person. What did you think I was doing when I gave you all those gifts?”

“You literally told me I was being needy. I figured you were mocking me.”

“But then why did you accept them?” His tone, laced with something awful in his scent, brings your gaze back to his face.

He looks kind of… heartbroken.

You can’t look at him long. “Because… I am needy.”

His arms reach up from your waist, cradling your back, pulling you against him. Chin tucked where your shoulder meets your neck. Face buried in your scent glands, just where he’d put a bite. If he – if he wanted you.

“When you finally admitted it, I thought I’d feel glad.” He sounds like he’s complaining, but your neck is wet. “You just have to steal away all my victories, huh? Can’t even let me win this one.”

Why is he acting so pathetic, like a wounded puppy, when you’re the one who admitted to being down so bad you’d accept even mockery from the person you wanted to get with?

And then he sniffles, like some teenage girl who just got dumped. “I thought you knew I liked you. I thought we were having fun. Teasing each other.”

“It was fun, that’s why I did it. I just…” You swallow. “I didn’t think it would mean anything more for you. You know by now that I – I like you a lot. Way more than normal. There is nothing normal about how much I want you. I didn’t think you wanted me the same way.”

“That’s literally the worst thing I’ve ever heard. You didn’t know I wanted you back?” There’s more wetness on your neck, but this is warm. The familiar touch of his tongue dragging over your scent glands.

Gojo takes a shuddering breath, and it occurs to you that he must be taking in your scent. “How could you even think that?”

“Why are you so upset?” His whining brings you back to life, just a little. Enough to be angry. “For – for fuck’s sake already, Gojo. Say it in as many words. I told you, the whole reason I thought so was because you never told me what you meant outright.”

Another sniffle. “You’re so mean. You know what courting is. You just like bullying me.”

His sniveling revitalizes you further. It’s easier, knowing he can be pitiful for you, too. “Say it, Gojo, or you’ll be just another notch in my belt.”

“And call me Satoru! How are we supposed to date if you don’t even call me by name?!”

“We’re not dating. Say it, say it right now,” You’re getting sick of his crap, “Or I will rip your dick off.”

You can hear it, again. Is that a promise? Just wait until I’m hard to do it.

And you can see it, actually, how it physically pains him not to say it.

Gojo says your full name, out loud, and you’re helpless at the sound. “I have romantic feelings for you. I would like to court you with the intention of marriage. Mating. Whatever.”

He just can’t let you win one, can he? And yet, you’ve never heard a better sound. It feels like a massive burden has been lifted from your shoulders. Your chest.

“Two full sentences of formality,” You muse, “Impressive.”

“Right?” He preens, “Lots of things about me are impressive. You’ll see while we’re courting.”

“You never fail to impress me with how much of a dumbass you can be, Gojo.”

“Satoru. And that’s not a yes. Hurry up and say yes! I know you wanted to bite me back there, you’re totally crappy at hiding it.”

You sigh. “I did. But you didn’t want to bite me, did you?”

A pause. You’re suddenly uncomfortably aware of how close his face is to your neck.

“I always want to bite you. Ever since I met you. Smelled you.” His tongue runs along your throat, so hot it almost feels like it burns. “You can’t tell because you’ve never seen a version of me that doesn’t want to sink my teeth into your neck.”

You swallow, and he purrs, kissing over your pulse.

“It’s okay, though. I can be generous.” And his voice is back to being annoying again. “Even when you’re so demanding. I can only jerk off to you, I can only stick my dick in you – gosh, you said not to cum unless I was inside you, right? You really signed yourself up for – ”

“Oh, fuck off, Gojo – ” You interrupt yourself, “ – Satoru. Are you sure you want to… I mean. I’m older than you, you know? By a lot. I don’t have some kind of pedigree, and – well, I mean. You know.”

You flush despite yourself, “I’m… demanding, I guess. I like to bully you, if you want put it that way.” He laughs. “I’m sure you have better prospects.”  

“Yeah,” A hand reaches up to stroke your hair. He pulls you so your face is pressed into his chest, so you can hear him purr for you. Loudly, now. “That’s why I’m courting you, first. Until you’re sure you’re my best prospect. Then I’ll mark you. Then you can mark me, and not even feel a little bit bad about it, after.”

It’s scary, you think, as the darkness creeps into your vision – just how accurate his prediction of you was. “You don’t think I’m… too needy?”

“I love that you’re too needy.” A kiss to the top of your head, “You look at me like I’m the thing you want the most you want in the whole world. Makes me crazy, how much you want me. I want you to bite me. Eat me whole. I want to open up my chest and shove you inside.”

A breath leaves you, mostly because he’s holding you too tightly. Just tight enough. “So you like that I’m obsessed with you. But do you like me?”

“Yeah,” He sighs, rubbing his cheek into your hair affectionately, “So much it’s kind of scary. You’re all I can think about most of the time. I would look forward to slipping you a little present all day. Then I’d get hard after watching you open it, and I’d have to rub one out. You have no idea how happy it makes me, just being near you.”

You’re quiet for a bit. All you can hear is his gentle purring, rumbling through his body and yours.

One of your hands finds one of his. “…you’ll be mine? My one and only? You won’t ever want anyone else?”

He squeezes. “Just you. You should be more worried about becoming my one and only. If I can’t jerk off or fuck anyone else, that’s all gonna be on you, baby.”

“I’m not particularly worried,” You yawn, “If you get to be too much, I’ll just choke you out again or something.”

You feel him start to twitch inside you, knot still stuck in your entrance – no way. He can’t be hard this soon, not when he hasn’t even finished –

“Hehe. Shouldn’t have said that unless you wanted to go again~!”

“Satoru!!”

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, hanma shuji, ran haitani x gn!reader

—where the boys like to kiss you, and where you like to kiss them.

nana’s note: my posts are always like a fucking month in between one another … im so sorry </3 please enjoy kissing your favourite boys

MIKEY likes to kiss you on your nose. he finds it absolutely adorable the way your face scrunches up at the contact—it’s a very familiar feeling now, considering how much he does it, but you can’t help and squeeze your eyes with a small pout. mikey pulls away to admire the faint blush on your cheeks everytime. at times, he’ll rub his nose against yours instead and giggle at the large grin that appears on your face every single time. “you’re too cute for your own good, y/n.”

YOU like to kiss mikey on his shoulder blades. although he’ll never outright admit it, mikey has a lot of tension swirling around in his mind, and that tension translates into a physical strain on his body. you often find him uncomfortably adjusting his shoulders, rolling them back to relieve himself of some tightness. so, one night you offered him a massage and kissed the skin along the way. mikey swore he felt as light as a feather, if the way his body melted against yours was any given sign. now, you give him a kiss there even as a simple greeting.

DRAKEN likes to kiss you on the crown of your head. it’s simple, quick, genuine, and advantageous with his towering height. when he walks towards you, you’re already tilting your head down just the slightest bit in anticipation of the kiss. it makes him grin, how well you’ve grown to know him and his habits. draken’s lips will always linger for a moment or two longer against your hair, his eyes closing as the world disappears—even if just briefly, when he’s connected to you like this, you’re the only person he can see and feel. “missed you baby. c’mon, everyone’s waitin’ on us.”

YOU like to kiss draken on his cheek. the true reason is because it gets him flustered—how adorable would it be for a big, ‘dangerous’ man like ken to get all red-faced and lose his track of thought over a simple kiss? you find it amusing, and downright adorable. every time he feels your soft lips graze over his skin, before leaving a warmth spreading across his face, draken can’t help but pause his words and stare at you with feigned annoyance. that rosy blush on his cheeks tells you otherwise!

BAJI likes to kiss you on the lips. loves the feeling of your mouth on his, and dies for the way you smile against him. but, he’s also a sly bastard who will find any excuse to put his lips on yours. you’re hungry? here’s a kiss on your lips before he goes to fetch you a snack. you’re sleepy? so is he, he’ll give you a goodnight kiss on the lips. or maybe you’re sick? then baji will call his kiss “medicine”, before you hit him in fear of him getting sick, too. he just thinks you’re someone deserving of a true kiss every single time, he doesn’t care if others are looking or if you claim that “my lips are chapped, kei!”—“and? c’mere, imma kiss you either way.”

YOU like to kiss baji on his injuries. you hate to see your baby hurt, and if he claims that your kisses help him tenfold than bandages and tylenol do? (yeah he’s a tad bit dramatic) then so be it. after you patch him up, he’ll be expecting a little peck against the wrapped skin like it’s second nature. he stares at you with big brown eyes, a small smile on his face as you lean down to kiss his boo-boos goodbye. 

CHIFUYU likes to kiss you on your knuckles. he’s smirking to himself because he’s romantic like that. you guys could be anywhere: walking around the mall, hanging out on his bed, making dinner, and chifuyu will reach for your hand, pull it up to his lips and peck a kiss to a couple knuckles. he does his all while looking into your eyes, and you swear your boyfriend is too caught up in that shoujo fantasy of his. nevertheless, it makes you completely smitten. he’ll rub your hand with his fingers as he continues to hold your palm against his. he likes to flaunt you; but in a subtle, gentle-manly way, you know? why would he not want the whole world to know he’s got a hot partner? “i bet everyone’s jealous of me, i’ve got someone like you on my arm.”

YOU like to kiss chifuyu on his lips. i think chifuyu has really soft lips, thanks to the infinite amount of chapsticks he uses throughout the month. every time you pull away from his lips, you taste a different flavour. sometimes it’s cherry, maybe strawberry, or perhaps french vanilla. it’s a surprise every time, and what better way to find out then to smooch your adorable boyfriend straight on the lips? bonus points for the way he melts into your touch, too.

HANMA likes to kiss you under your jaw. he finds it hot, and you’re hot, so it works out. it happens a lot when the two of you are on his bed, lazily sprawled atop one another. the two of you are not particularly sleeping, but the exhaustion from a busy day has rendered you both slumped on his mattress. he draws mindless shapes on your hips, and you twiddle with the strands of hair on his nape. his lips suddenly are drawn towards the contour of your jaw, and before you know it, hanma’s pressing numerous kisses along the bone. you sigh into his touch, body melting into his as you grip onto his hair a little more tightly. he grins underneath you, “i’ll never get tired of doing this to ya’, babe.”

YOU like to kiss hanma on his tattoos. i bet you all saw this one coming from a mile away, but it’s true! hanma notices how often you hold his hand in yours, and trace the lines like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen them. you become mesmerized with the curves and edges of the kanji, and the contrast of the midnight ink against his pale skin. randomly, you’ll bring his hand to your lips and place a gentle skin right on top of his ‘sin’, making hanma chuckle breathily. if only you could hear the pounding of his heart behind his loose tee.

RAN likes to kiss you on your temple. with slender fingers, he’ll pull back the strands of hair that cover your skin, before planting a sweet kiss directly on your temple. he simply takes in the way you lean into his body, wrapping his long arms around you to secure you in place—just for a moment longer. he breathes in your scent, and laughs when you urge him to let you go. he sneaks another kiss to your other temple as he passes behind you, trailing his hands across the expanse of your back with a wink. “love, you know better than to try and get away from me.”

YOU like to kiss ran on his nape. this often happens after you finish twisting his long locks into two braids. you’ll be seated behind him, a concentrated look on your face as you intricately alternate the strands of hair to form a braid. tying off the loose ends, you lean back to admire your hard work—ran always grins and tells you just how pretty you made him look. but before he can stand, you place a chaste kiss to his nape. he stills, and ran won’t lie—so he turns around to tell you just how weak you made him feel.

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[disneyprincemuke]

the female rage * vettel reincarnate

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

“shot,” she slurs, barely glancing at the canadian as she gestures for him to hand her a shot. her jaw is clenched and her voice is tense as she takes the shot into her hand, swallowing it all in one go. “thank you.”

lance presses his lips together, worry taking over his tipsy self. “i think you should stop drinking.”

“wrong.”

the intensity of her glare as she holds her hand out to him for another shot almost makes him cower into a far corner of the club. who would have thought that someone so small and so young has a temper?

well, when he remembers the fact that she is an oldest sister, it kind of makes sense.

oscar reappears next to him with a glass of water, his hand darting out to snatch the shot that she’s just about to drink. “mate! i told you to stop drinking!”

“and who,” she snaps her head to the australian, “fucking asked you?”

lance watches as the younger man handles her flawlessly, almost. it’s like he’s not scared of her, which is a feat in lance’s eyes. he doesn’t do well with other people’s temper.

“nobody, but i’d very much prefer that you’re not complaining about a hangover.”

she releases her grip from the shotglass. she grabs the glass of water and takes a big gulp.

“thank you,” oscar sighs. he looks at lance and shakes his head. “i’m so sorry about her. this is why we don’t take her drinking often.”

lance hisses, looking over oscar’s shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “i can imagine,” he laughs nervously as he tears his gaze away from her. “does she usually get this mad when she drinks?”

oscar shrugs, glancing over his shoulder with a soft laugh. “only sometimes. in her defense, that guy was kinda pushy.”

“understandable. but is she– oh, god.”

lance points behind oscar, prompting the younger boy to turn curiously. they’d torn their eyes away from the fuming girl for about 30 seconds at best.

“i told you to leave me alone!”

oscar can barely react before she winds her arm back, hand balled into a fist and it flies forward with vengeance. there’s a chorus of gasps and shrieks around them as a body stumbles back and the younger — and very intoxicated — girl is now tearing up from the pain shooting up her hand.

she looks down at the man now sat on the ground after she’s pushed him down. “what’s wrong with you? did nobody ever teach you that no means no? does it have to take a woman to punch you in the face for you learn your fucking lesson?”

oscar’s arm darts out in front of her body as she hurls herself forward, with all intentions to continue her rampage against the unnamed man. “yeah, that’s right! be lucky that oscar’s here to stop me from messing you up! be glad, cunt! consider yourself saved by the gods!”

“oi, shut up,” oscar warns the girl through gritted teeth as he drags her away. “i need to find logan. oh, god, how do i stop this rampage?”

“i better not see you again, bitch, or it’s over for you!”

“what happened?” sebastian pops up next to him curiously. “is she okay?”

“the question is, is the guy okay?” lance says softly with a frown. “she punched him.”

“fuck’s sake,” sebastian mutters under his breath and pushes past lance. “hey, why did you do that?”

lance has interacted with her several times before her promotion to f1 under sebastian’s wing. she’s always been very lovely, albeit sometimes a little shy, and bubbly. her temper has never been one to make an appearance often. unluckily for her, lance doesn’t do well with that.

and officially, after watching the girl deck someone’s halls in some random club in bahrain, he is now terrified of angering her at all.

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[killsbil]

Freak on a leash - feat Gojo satoru

- Black reader, Afab body anatomy terms , Unprotected sex , breeding kink , little degrading, small amount of comedy, feral fucking , spelling is NOT checked

It was a beautiful night, silent, pretty lights were on

Y/n hummed walking around Jujutsu High, she was a sorcerer, of course. How else would she be here? Oh shit...the paperwork She thought, Y/n hurried to the Teachers lounge.

After a while she spent time on grading papers, and performances, she looked up and saw Gojo in the doorframe. When did he get there?

"Satoru why are you still here? Its pretty late .." said y/n, the pretty brown girl giggled looking at the flawless man in the doorway. She was so surprised they stayed friends after school, and everything they went through. Well y/n had a peaceful life, thanks to her overprotective friend Gojo.

She never understood why he was so protective,  or why he took glances at her looking like a hungry animal hunting someone down. Or when he'd "accidentally" press against her  just to feel that ass, or occasionally she'd feel his boner, Silly y/n thought it was an accident though. " Mmh.. came to visit my friend... wondering why.." he said "she's out pretty late.." his husky voice whispered in her ear.

When did he... she huffed, her heart racing faster than a bullet train, her cunt felt so soaked..just from his voice? Fuck.. "pay- paperwork..' she said trying her best to focus.  Gojo let out a soft laugh, he wanted Y/n, no, he NEEDED Y/n, he did anything and everything to  keep people who developed feelings from her. She was for him, only him.

"Pay paperwork? Is that new?" He said being a smartass like usual, leaning over her, he was easily taller than Y/n so he  could see no matter how hard she tried. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. It drove him so mad, he wanted to devour her right now. But he was a patient man. "How's our kids doing?'" He  'joked' , in reality he didn't want the students to be considered the kids. He wanted to fill your pretty cunny with kids of his own. "Gojo..we don't have kids-" Y/n flicked him 

He laughed sitting next to her, he watched her work. Those eyes studying her pretty figure, seeing how her tits looked in that pencil skirt uniform. He actually managed to convince the higher ups to let you wear that, what a pervert.

Your pretty lips, so soft and pretty.. your angelic voice. He wanted to hear how it sounded moaning his name, mmh. Delicious.

Those fucking thighs, small, big ,thick . He doesn't fucking care, he'll fuck them any day. He would let out a shaking concerning sigh, as he began to pant as his mind betrayed him, his eyes widened as his mind filled with scenarios.

Y/n looked up with her low frame glasses complimenting that face, then she saw his look, those eyes.. those thirsty eyes looked at Y/n as he smiled ear to ear, little did she know what  was about to happen. "Ma.. help me out ..please."

the room was filled with feral skin slapping as he painted, his hips moving uncontrollably  as he bent over sucking on Y/ns breasts, his saliva spreading everywhere. "Ah~ mfuck ohfuck you're too big  'toru can-  handle it all" Y/n panted squirming away, she felt too good, her legs over Gojos shoulders, almost locking around that neck of his. "MINE." He growled slamming her back down, his thumb circling on her cunt, his other hand on her pretty tummy, he was vocal. He wanted the mommy of his kids to know how good that pussy felt.

"Mineminemineminemine." He ferally fucked you lifting his shrt up exposing his muscular body, he was fucking you like the nasty slut he was. "Oou fuck 'm gonna fill you up so good. We're gonna have twins yeah?" He said, Gojo was out of his mind, but shit so were you.

"Fuckkohfuckohfuck.. yess right there oh fuckk"Y/n tossed her head back shifting her legs to his waist as she leg locked him!

NO ESCAPE !

"Right there baby? Yeah mmmfh.. love that dontcha" he  slurred his words, he was pussy drunk out of his mind as he leaned over sucking on  Y/ns  pretty breasts,  his digits going in circular motions on that pretty clit. y/ns paperwork went EVERYWHERE. The room filled with Her and Gojos moans.

"Change positions ... I wanna do really good one ... make sure you don't spill nuthin." He said, as he put Y/n in the mating press position,Y/n tried to focus but- SLAM!! he was in, going back to that nasty yet feral rhythm. Abusing that pretty cunny, and that clit. " 'toru m so close!" She whines out  "mhmm, I can tell baby, you're so soaked..wanna cum? Yeah? Say my name." He ordered "let everyone know who's filling this filthy cunt with kids yeah?" 

He absolutely demolishing your cunt with his girth  big cock " gojo! gojo! Gojo! Toru toru mmfuck m cumming toru oh shi- DADDY!" you spoke, words spilling out as you squirted all over his cock. Your body spasm as gojo laughed at you "good job dirty bitch.' He smacked your ass gently kissing you.

Teasingly pulling out, but that made you whine, leg locking him and pushing him back in "let's give Yuji some  little siblingss..." Y/n said holding Gojos pretty face,his dick twitched as his eyes widened, he fell so much more in love with her.

"Really ...?" He smiled like a kid in a candy store "does that mea- " you cut him off "yes 'toru. Just fill me up. Don't stop." Y/n kissed him on the lips as his hips went back to the same pace filled with love, his eyes fluttered as he felt his cock twitch in pleasure "fuck- I'm gonna cum - oh shiIit...gonna have so much kids." He said as his hips stuttered finally stopping when his cum filled your cunt, you took a breather, but then that didn't stop him 

y/n got up, he pushed her back down as he fucked the cum back into her, what cloud was she on at this point? 99?? 

After all that y/n signed sitting in the chair watching gojo pick up the paperwork with a nervous giggle "ehehe- " he said placing it down in front of her. "Satoru.." Y/n said.. "yes baby?" he turned to her, she GRIPPED his shirt "I can't feel my fucking legs asshole" she stared at him, angry, but gojo kissed her forehead gently nuzzling her "I hope youre not this angry when you're pregnant..."

A/N: This was my first fic ever!! Hope you guys enjoyed it, stay slutty !

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #338: Taisui Xingjun

if I can say one nice thing about taisui xingjun, it’s that lasengle went out of their way to make him feel very cursed. sometimes waiting for a servant to pop up in their event gives you cool new abilities to work with that aren’t part of their in-game kit, and sometimes they show up at the last second, throw out a vague party buff on for the last fight, and then fall asleep immediately. this time’s the second one.

thankfully, taisui’s not all that difficult a build, at least on the surface. he’s a Divine Soul Sorcerer, and that’s it! though to be fair, that class alone is really kind of mashing together two classes as-is, so he’s still not that simple.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

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Ancestry & Background

if we were being more objective taisui’d probably be a custom lineage, but it’s our build and I want him to be able to turn into his big form at will, so he’s a Changeling. with that, he gets proficiency in performance and persuasion, and his plastic presentation makes him a Shapechanger as well, so he can turn into any small or medium race as long as they have the same number of limbs, and you can’t turn into anyone specific without having seen them first. on top of all that, you get bonuses of +2 Charisma and +1 Dexterity.

finally, your background. you literally just sit there the whole event until like three deus ex machinas pile on top of each other to summon you into a vaguely human body, so that sounds like the Book of Many Things’ new background, the Rewarded, to me. that nets you proficiency in Insight and Animal Handling, as well as the Lucky feat for literally free. why anyone would ever pick a different background ever again, I don’t know, but now you get three luck points a day, and you can spend them forcing a reroll on any d20 roll directly affecting you and pick the better option of the two. whomst’d’ve the fuck thought putting that on a background was balanced.

Ability Scores

your highest score is your Charisma, because you’re basically skating by on your good looks and hoping that’s enough to make people farm the ungodly number of Cons needed for all your ascensions and NP levels. it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. second highest is your CON. yep, there’s a buncha them in there. third is Dexterity, because you don’t wear armor. like, at all. honestly this should probably be lower considering how easily you get eaten, but I’m trying to make a build that’ll survive level 1. after that comes your Intelligence, because the Con are quick studies at least when it comes to construction and video games, so they’re at least a little above average. that means your Strength is nothing to write home about- you’re a god, but you’re a kid, and your arms are kind of noodly. finally, we’re dumping Wisdom. as the Con you’re easily swayed, and as a god your tired ass isn’t helping anyone on watch duty.

Class Levels

1. as mentioned before, you’re a Divine Soul Sorcerer, which gives you Spells you cast using your Charisma. before we go into those, you also get Divine Magic, letting you pick spells from the cleric spell list as well as the sorcerer’s. you also get Inflict Wounds for free for your spooky shadow hands. I know taisui is technically true neutral, but his god form’s a god of curses and retribution, so I’m saying at the very least his powers are evil-leaning. speaking of, you’re Favored by the Gods, so if you fail a save or attack, you can add 2d4 to it once a short rest. whether being favored by this god is a good thing or not is anyone’s guess.

so then, spells! for cantrips, Blade Ward will keep your body in once piece for now, Morgan worked hard on that, while Chill Touch is another kind of spooky hand that prevents people from healing, which is pretty cursed in my book. you can also whip out your bell and Toll the Dead, dealing extra damage to injured targets, your you can curse someone with an Infestation, forcing them to move in a random direction if they fail a constitution save.

for leveled spells, Bane is a light cursing for a first level spell, forcing up to three creatures to make a charisma save. if they fail, every attack or save made for up to a minute gets a d4 taken away from it. we’re also giving you Mage Armor for +3 AC because we’re not that sadistic. even if taisui is.

oh, speaking of saves, you have proficiency in Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as Arcana and Religion. you kind of are a god, after all.

2. second level sorcerers become a font of magic! rn that just means u can cast another first level spell every day, like your new one, earth tremor! most of you is still down there, after all, just twitch a lil.

3. congrats! you survived long enough to get second level spells! now you can feed your party parts of yourself to aid them, giving them a bigger hp bar for the day! you also learn metamagic this level, so now your font of magic actually does stuff that’s important! you can spend your sorcery points to make a spell heightened, giving your target disadvantage to their save, or careful, automatically making the save for some of your friends! taisui’s got kind of a yin-yang thing going on between his feeding and his cursing, so this is the best of both worlds!

4. since ur kind of a nega-jupiter, you’re now a scion of the outer planes! yaaaay! since your god’s evil, you get resistance to necrotic damage, and you get chill touch again!

you can also cast mold earth to cover yourself up again, and you can cast wither and bloom! with this spell, every creature you choose takes necrotic damage, and one creature you choose can roll a hit die and gain hp back! it’s literally everything you do in a single spell!

5. fifth level, you have magical guidance, spend sorcery points to reroll checks, whatever! the important thing is now you can bestow curses! the phb gives some suggestions, but really you can do anything your dm lets you get away with!

6. sixth level divine souls have empowered healing, so whenever you or someone next to you heals someone, you can spend a sorcery point to reroll some of those dice, once a turn! i’m not sure if that works for life transference or not, but either way this spell makes feeding yourself to someone a lot more visceral. you take damage, and then someone else gets healed for twice the amount of damage you took!

7. you can now give urself an aura of purity, making friendly creatures in it immune to disease, resistant to poison damage, and they get advantage on saves against a buncha common status effects too!

8. at eighth level you get another ASI, so now you’re a Baleful Scion. that rounds up your Charisma and lets you pull people into the Grasp of Avarice- once a turn, you can add some necrotic damage to the damage you deal, which also heals you for that amount. your best healing spell so far uses your HP, so you need to fill that back up somehow.

you can also summon a Spirit of Death for an hour, making a floaty medium boy you can ride around on! you don’t even need to spend any actions commanding it or nothin’. it can only attack one creature at a time, but it’ll lock on to them and let you know where they are the whole time!

9. you can now make an insect plague! don’t misspell that, trust me. now you can make a 20’ radius sphere of locusts that obscure the whole place, and everything inside it has to make a constitution save or get piercing damage!

10. tenth level sorcerers have another kind of metamagic like extended, doubling the length of a spell you cast, up to an hour. you can also cast resistance to protect someone from a saving throw-related dangers.

speaking of saves, you can cast the most messed-up spell in the game, Contagion! if you hit your target, they have to make a constitution save at the end of each turn, working like death saves. after three successes, the spell ends. after three failures, you can curse them with a terrible disease for seven days.

11. at eleventh level, you can cast sixth level spells like Heroes’ Feast! after casting this, you can feed yourself to up to twelve creatures, curing them of all diseases and poisons, immunity to poison and being frightened, and they had advantage on all wisdom saves! on top of that, they gain extra HP, and all for a full day! just… maybe don’t tell them what the feast’s made of.

12. twelfth level, another ASI! bump up that Con for more Cons! it’s health, you’ll get more health. this is retroactive, remember, so you get an extra 12 HP this level.

13. thirteenth level sorcerers get seventh level spells, and its time to get real curses! with Divine Word you can hit any number of creatures within 30’ of you, forcing a charisma save on all of them. depending on how many HP they have, they’ll become deafened, blinded, stunned, or even straight up dead if they fail a charisma save. this also banishes any celestial, fey, or fiend if they’re not from around here, so that would make Dagon a real cakewalk. also, on the “instantly killing people” front, this gives you more than enough room to take out some poor bastard’s whole extended family.

14. your Angelic Form is a lot different than most people would expect, but you can still use your bonus action to fly around on your curse lump, with no limit on flight time!

15. eighth level spells! you can now Regenerate your allies by forcefeeding them a whole Con, giving them a healthy amount of HP immediately, with a trailing 1 HP per turn for an hour afterwards. two minutes into the spell any missing limbs grow back, though they can also instantly be reattached by just slappin ‘em back on if you got ‘em.

16. another ASI, another Con for more HP.

17. you can now use twinned metamagic, turning a single-target spell into one that hits two creatures!

speaking of single target spells, Power Word Kill’s a hell of one, ain’t it? if the chosen target has 100 HP or less, they die instantly! no saves, no nothin’.

18. you spent so much time putting Cons into other people, we almost forgot to get some Cons into you! with Unearthly Recovery, letting you spend a bonus action to regain half your HP once a day! big heal energy.

19. one last ASI before the build finishes! with the Tough feat, it’s like you ate two Cons at once, giving you an extra 38 HP now, plus another two next level.

20. at level twenty you get the sorcerer’s capstone, Sorcerous Restoration! every short rest, you get four extra sorcery point!

…yeah there’s a reason we usually multiclass.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

you have an amazing Con-stitution for a caster, giving you way more HP than most would expect of you. having a healer that doesn’t die easy is super helpful. this also means you have great con-centration. your more powerful spells don’t need it, but dropping a spell always hurts.

not only are you a great healer, you’re great at making other people heal too! you also have access to some strong defensive buffs like heroes’ feast, aura of purity, and resistance. also, being able to grow back limbs can be pretty useful!

you also dish out devastating debuffs, destroying enemy defenses with divine words, curses, and disease.

Cons:

yep, there’s a lotta them in there.

(but seriously, a lack of direct attacks drags fights out, the sorcerer capstone sucks)

[toomuchracket]

lol feeling a bit angsty today, thinking about matty and taylor and the timeline of things lol. but Jamie was at the concert tonight with matty and maybe he travelled with our beloved dh assistant. And matty and taylor are together now and assistant had to be professional and maybe she’s dazzling the room with her professionalism and her charisma, but maybe she has a full blown panic attack about it all when she has a moment to think about the whole thing, maybe needs some air and maybe matty finds her having her moment and doesn’t know what to do

OH this inspired me to do a fic, rather than a blurb. beware of angst (but it's an AU and i am not doing a part 2 lol everything is actually nice in d word matty-land. also for a partial explanation of dh assistant being there, it's bea opening alongside phoebe and you're there for vaguely manager-y stuff. and matty plays during bea's set but not for pheebs lol. it'll make sense in-fic!)

gone four weeks

the irony of walking into the stadium while taylor is soundchecking 'midnight rain' isn't lost on you.

following jamie towards the small group of people gathered at the front of the stage, you try not to focus on the lyrics, or the familiar mess of curls moving side to side in time to the music ahead of you, or the melancholy blooming in your skin at the whole situation.

you should be excited. ecstatic. elated, for fuck's sake. you're seeing one of your label's artists - and a fairly good friend of yours to boot - support taylor swift, an artist you've enjoyed and admired since you were an actual kid. instead, you're feeling worse with every passing step, bile and tears threatening to spill out of various facial orifices as you get close enough to hear matty singing along quietly and say something to bea.

it's only been four weeks since you last heard him, but the inflections of matty's voice seem completely unfamiliar to you. they say that the voice is the first memory you lose of someone after a death - apparently, this also applies to the death of a relationship. that, or he's let his accent be influenced by his new girlfriend, aka the beautiful, capable woman singing onstage right now.

bea glances over her shoulder and grins at the sight of you and jamie, walking to meet you and opening her arms out to hug you both in turn. your boss moves on to hug matty too, but you stay put, bea's arm over your shoulder; matty makes no effort to near you, either, staying a good few paces away from you. whether he's trying to avoid overstepping any boundaries or preparing for a duel with you, you can't decide. the former, probably, from the way he nods politely at you and asks "you alright? the flight was ok, i take it?"; you smile emotionlessly back at him - an easy feat, considering your body has gone numb from the sheer agony of seeing him again - and answer affirmatively to both. matty nods again, and gets a look on his face that you instantly recognise as "i have something i want to say to you", but he's interrupted by taylor's arrival on the stadium floor before he can.

despite yourself, and the awkward situation you're all in, you can't help but be awed by her - tall and graceful and even prettier in person, that famously-red-lipstick-lined smile so dazzling and contagious that you begin to genuinely smile too in response. you keep it up even when she hugs matty and he kisses her head sweetly, despite your want to scream at the fact that his lips are on her and not you. but you keep calm, keep smiling, no matter how sore or fake it feels, and remind yourself that it's partially your own fault he isn't kissing you any more.

the smile becomes genuine again when taylor comes over to you and introduces herself, sweeping you into a big hug accompanied by a "so amazing to finally meet you! i'm a big fan of your work in keeping the label running", the latter sentence followed by a wry smile.

"you're a big... what?" you splutter, pulling away. "i don't even do much!"

"oh, please," taylor sighs. "everyone - jamie included, by the way - says you're the mastermind behind everything. i think we have that in common."

out of the corner of your eye, you see matty wince at taylor likening the two of you. good, you think. let him be uncomfortable. "well, you are the reason i got into music," you say, smiling. "i picked up a guitar for the first time after hearing 'fearless'. i mean, i did put it back down when i realised i was kinda shit and my interest in music would be better served elsewhere, but still. thank you for that."

"that's so cool!" taylor squeals, pulling you into another hug. after it ends, she turns to matty with an accusatory look. "i can't believe you wouldn't tell me this! i thought you said she was your best friend."

ouch. you sink your teeth into the back of your bottom lip as you shift your gaze to matty, attempting to keep your face expressionless in spite of the friendzoning revelation wound. he looks apologetic - whether towards you or taylor, though, you can't tell. "to be fair, i didn't actually know that."

"yeah. you don't know everything about me, healy" you reply, your attempt at lightheartedness falling a bit flat amidst the slight tension of the conversation.

matty scoffs. "i know enough."

the loaded comment stings, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes to match it. luckily, bea moves the discussion onto something else all technical and musical, giving you the opportunity to pull out your phone and pretend to be answering emails so that you don't have to look at matty and have him see you're upset. he notices, though, of course he does - matty knows your body movements like nobody else, like the back of his own calloused hand, and the events of four weeks ago mean he's also well-acquainted with what you look like when you're hurt. if you looked up for even a split-second and met your ex-boyfriend's gaze, you would see the clear regret and concern for you in his dark eyes; you don't, though, you keep your eyes on your phone until the soundcheck resumes and you and jamie are dragged off by taylor's parents to talk management and business.

and you're alright, initially, for the next few hours - you're busy having work-related discussions about promotion and marketing and getting some insider knowledge into taylor's career and the tour itself, which is eye-opening for you from both a career perspective and as a fan. bea's set is a bit of a challenge to get through, what with matty making a surprise appearance part-way through to play guitar on some of the songs he co-wrote with her; for the most part, though, you can zone him out, and focus on the fact that your friend and client - a girl not too much younger than you - is playing a stadium show on one of the biggest concert tours in history, cheering bea on proudly and singing along.

phoebe's set is different. sure, you don't have to see matty onstage - come to think of it, you don't know where he is. before you can stop it, a memory of you and matty together crosses your mind; a pre-show fuck in a random dressing room in buenos aires, an encounter that matty later claimed was "the reason why that show was our best ever". you briefly wonder if that's what he's up to now with taylor, her long legs wrapped around him, before choking both the thought and the vomit in your mouth back down to the circle of your own personal hell they appeared from, and focusing as best you can on the performance in front of you. which is a mistake, really, considering phoebe's set consists of all the songs you listened to non-stop after you and matty called it quits; by the time the intro to moon song begins, you're holding back sobs, quietly backing out of the vip tent and entering the inner corridors of the stadium.

you have no idea where you're going, but that doesn't bother you - the song is muffled by steel and concrete, so it's less painful, and your all-access pass means security just wave you through doors without stopping you. finally, you find a deserted spot in a corridor by the stairs, where you slump to the floor and just cry, overwhelmed by the jet lag and the emotions of phoebe's songs and your shitty love life and this whole fucking day in general. head in your hands and sobbing loudly, you don't notice the footsteps hurrying towards you, only registering the fact you're not alone anymore when a familiar voice speaks. "oh, princess."

matty, crouched down so he's eye level with you, looking sadder than you've ever seen him - well, with the exception of four weeks ago, that is. your lip trembles at the sight of him, and you cry even harder, speaking through wails. "please don't call me that, matty."

"sorry, sorry - force of habit," matty says quickly. "are you ok? actually, stupid fucking question, you're clearly not, but... i had to say something. i hate seeing you upset."

"well, you've been pretty good at making me that way recently."

matty sighs, moving to sit beside you against the wall. "could say the same for you, you know."

"really making me feel better here, man."

"sorry."

there's silence for a minute - your breathing is beginning to regulate, just out of the muscle and sense memories brought back by nothing more than matty sitting closely beside you, and you fucking hate it. with a sigh, you break it. "i'm sorry about what happened, you know. i just... got scared. didn't mean to be hurtful."

"s'fine," matty shrugs. "i'm sorry i ever brought it up."

"hey, less of that," you turn to matty, touching his arm softly. "it's what you want, and it's good you mentioned it, even if i panicked and disagreed. really."

matty makes a noncommittal sound. "i just hate that i ended up hurting you with it. i never want to do that, regardless of if we're together or not."

"same here."

with a small smile at you, matty checks the time on his phone. "phoebe's almost finished. you coming back down?"

"in a minute," you nod. "you go ahead."

matty gives you a quizzical look, but leaves with a "see you in a min" when you wave him away. taking a few deep breaths, you wipe your eyes and listen to phoebe's voice resonating through the stadium before you follow matty.

anyway, don't be a stranger...

[littlescaryinternetguy]

He put down the string he was coiling and stood up. Oh no she didn't, he thought. He climbed down the chain in the grandfather clock with practiced ease and slipped out of a very small crack in the back.

Ok, YES, this was stupid, he said to himself. Well then it's stupid. Maybe he's stupid. He looked to the sides, although he knew she was in the kitchen on her phone. Then he darted across the front room, along the wall in the dining room, and into the vinyl-tiled silo of the kitchen.

She sat at the table, finishing up her conversation with whomever. Pleasantries and goodbye. She put the phone on the table. Right. Let's do this.

He hadn't thought of how exactly he was going to hail her. Well, fuck it. He walked up to her shoe. Mercifully it dipped down below her ankle. He rapped upon it, three times.

She ascended into the atmosphere with the speed and sound of a rocket full of screech owls.

He stepped back a couple of paces while she landed on the chair, her feet scrambling against the tiled floor. She looked down with primal terror etched deeply on her face.

He cleared his throat.

She began to open her mouth but he interrupted, a miniscule bellow. He wasn't used to talking to big folk.

"OK, first of all: did you say I 'scurried'?"

She looked at him and slowly shut her mouth.

"You were talking on your phone device there and you said, 'This place has mice, I saw one scurrying this morning.' You said that."

"... did I? Wait. What..."

He cut in, no small feat when you consider that he was two inches tall with a voice to match, but he had righteousness on his side.

"That was me. I am not a mouse. No ears." He pantomimed ears, waggling his hand at the sides of the top of his head. "No tail." He turned around and shook his rear end at her. "Not a mouse."

She took in this information. He was undoubtedly right. He was not a mouse.

"What... what are you?"

He hadn't considered that. He tried to keep his stern look. His neck was getting sore from craning it so far back.

"A tenant. Just like yourself. A tenant of long-standing."

"Oh," she said. Well that settled that: everything was completely insane. Now that that was clear, she relaxed a bit.

"You said 'first of all'." "Did I?" he said. He hadn't thought this far ahead. He hadn't thought at all. To be honest, it had already been a long day in a long string of long days. Getting called a rat, well, who could have stood for that? "Well! Yes I did!" He desperately tried to keep his composure. He sensed the power shifting and he wanted to be gone before it went all the way.

"I like the way you play piano."

He turned and started walking back towards the front room. He was just riffing at this point. He was just saying anything, trying to wrong-foot her. Well, really more screaming anything. Keep her confused. Could she even hear him? The truth was he did like the way she played piano. Not infrequently, he would climb into the instrument from the back so he could hear the squeak and rasp of the pedals being used, in a cloud of sound, the wires blurring as they were struck. When he did that he could feel the music more than hear it.

He could only do that every so often because he'd be deaf for hours afterwards. Usually he just sat quietly far up in the clock and listened.

"... thanks?"

"Keep it... uh, keep it up," he yelled at the top of his voice. He reached the door from the kitchen to the dining room. She remained in her chair. He turned around. He suddenly remembered something her heard her say to someone who was leaving.

"SMELL YOU LATER."

He had never run so fast as he did then, but he didn't hear her trompy footsteps coming. He made it into the clock.

What did I just do? he thought.

She remained at the table, glanced around, reached across for a half-full bottle of cabernet.

He likes the piano, she thought as she took out the cork, regarded it for a second, threw it over her shoulder and drank straight from the bottle. She looked down at the sheet music on the table. One page. Vexations, by Eric Satie.

She smiled and put down the bottle. This oughta hold him, she thought.

[mariatesstruther]

❄️

from my crossfaded!maria wip!

summary/scene: early-ish in his time in jackson, tommy finds himself taking care of maria and talia (dina’s older sister) after they have a lil too much fun

“alright, maria.”

“why are you— why are talking to me like that?”

“like what?”

“like that, tommy. like ive had too much to drink.”

“i have a feeling i wont get away with answering that, ma’am”

“ma’am,” she mocked him like she always does, except far worse. “ma’am ma’am ma’am. i dont like it when you call me that. i like it too much.”

“What?” He looks her in the face with his eye brows furrowed, holding back his laugh—it’s clear from her red eyes as well as confused words that she’s still crossed, as johnny has said. “Oh, jesus, you’re really gone. you’re drunk as Cooter Brown.”

“Who the hell is Cooter Brow—“

“Cooter!” Talia exclaims the word from her spot on the floor, giggling hard with her eyes pressed shut in blissful peace. Her giggles turn into a cackle as she brings her arm to point a finger up at Tommy without even looking. “You said Cooter!”

“Okay, alright—“ He tries to move on, but Maria snorts and, to his surprise, starts giggling too; then it’s fucking pointless. He puts his face in his hands, defeated. By the time he finished a deep, long sigh, Talia and Maria are both on the floor near tears, rolling like a pair of hyenas.

maria pauses her laughing for just a second to gasp out towards talia “oh, god, i’m feeling it—talia, i’m fucking feeing it. my face is so warm, talia—why did you do this to me?”

“i did this to you?” talia is giggling so hard her face is damn near completely red, an impressive feat considering how tanned her skin is. she points a finger at herself and then turns it towards maria, nearly poking the other woman in the face. “you did this to you! i told you not to drink it—you smoked enough!”

“drink it?” tommy balked. what the fuck? “how the—did you make goddamn pot tea?”

“uh—“ judging from her face, she’d apparently forgotten he was there again. she tried to school her face into something clueless as maria continued to giggle adorably, muffling it into her hands. “pot? what pot? who said anything abou—?”

“Quit that,” Tommy says—and fuck, he sounds like Joel for a second he’s so exasperated. “Please, please tell me you didn’t let Maria drink decade-old weed, Talia.”

talia drops the act and pouts, clearly put out that he isn’t going along with her jokes—to be fair, he usually does. being up at what he guesses is hours past midnight isn’t helping his mood. Perhaps noticing his grumpy exhaustion, she goes on. “I obviously grow my own, buzzkill—it’s fresh! Do you want some? You seem like you could use some.”

“No. I do not want some.”

“Are you sure?”

“I—,” Tommy rubs a hand over this face, from his forehead to his mustache, and lets out a little laugh. He really can’t ever help it, with Talia. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thank you. Maybe later.”

“whatever you do,” he hears maria say, and he looks over—somehow, fast and quiet, she settled herself to lie straight with her back across the floor. she looks up at him with red-rimmed, squinty eyes and a small comfy smile; the sight of her so relaxed and blissed out makes him fall a little bit in love. she continues to speak, voice low and slightly slurred: “drink that shit slowly, tommy. i did it too fast, and now—“

talia and him watch, silent and amused, and maria takes a big deep breath, a big in-and-out like she’s just eaten the fullest meal of her life. her smile grows, slow and dangerous and beautiful, to show pearly white teeth.

“—now I can’t fucking move!” She breaks out into delighted cackled once again, and this round specifically reminds him so much of how she’d laughed in his arms when they’d first met—the memory makes his cheeks heat and his chest ache. oblivious to his yearning, she goes on, laughing. “i don’t want to fucking move, i feel so heavy. it’s fucking amazing.”

“yeah,” talia beams down at her from her spot on the couch, crossing her arms and straightening up. clearly, she’s proud and pleased with herself. “My shit’ll do that to you. I told you not to drink the whole thing.”

“Oh, whatever, it’s great, I’m great. I’m amazing,” Maria waves a hand in the air towards Talia, sloppily, and it drops back down onto her stomach with a comical smack. “Pot is great, Talia—you’re amazing! Tommy’s amazing, everything’s amazing.”

Talia shoots up an amused smirk at Tommy; the both of them are trying their best not to laugh at Maria, this time. “You hear that, Tommy? You’re amazing.”

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @davycoquette!

Writblr Questionaire

My lore! For you!

About You:

When did you start writing?

Honestly, not that long ago. I was a sophomore in high-school when I wrote my first short story (it was about a student wizard selling wizard adderall to make ends meet), so that'd have been 3 or 4 years ago. I've always been imaginative, but that was the first time I put pen to paper instead of just daydreaming.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I mean, I'm a high fantasy girly through and through. I will admit though, I like writing romance way more than I like reading it.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

If I could impact people's emotions as much as Brandon Sanderson's writing has impacted mine, I will die happy. And it might be basic, but I've always wanted to write prose like Patrick Rothfuss. I can't say anyone has ever compared my writing to anyone else's that I can remember.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

I have a favorite spot on my couch where I nest up with a blanket and a snack. Usually, a cat is also there and being unhelpful. If I need a change of scenery, I'll go to this crepe place a little ways away.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

If I'm feeling burnt out, I take a few days off, then I'm usually good to go. I'll draw instead, or watch an inadvisable amount of caving disaster videos. A good long drive can also help.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Oh, most definitely. I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. My redneck claims to fame are eating a rabbit my mom shot, hand feeing a raccoon some hot wings, and catching snakes for a living. Thus, a lot of my characters are country as hell. Also, I'm in college for microbiology, so I write about a lot of scientist characters and have a lot of university settings. These things come together in Astra DuClaire - a runic engineer and certified hillbilly, which is a combo of don't see a lot of, but should honestly exist more considering the feats of engineering I see at the rat rod shows down here.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

I'm really bad at picking up on my own themes, but I'd say perseverance is a big one. No matter how bad things get, sometimes you gotta keep walking. Also, kindness. Most of my main characters are fundamentally kind and when they help people, that good karma is paid forward.

Your Characters:

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Currently, I've been pretty jazzed with this big Avymere chapter I've been working on. Their character development has been really juicy so far. But in the end, I love all my ocs equally.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Honestly, most of them. I think Izjik would be chill as fuck to hang out with, and once they're out of their shells, Sepo and Twenari would make for some awesome conversations. Djek and Astra are a lot for my introverted self, but in small doses, we could have a blast. Mashal is a sweetheart, of course, and so is Elsind. And while Avymere is intimidating, we could bond over martial arts. Also, all the ghosts are just plain fun.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

You might notice who I left off that list. Ivander is a snarky bastard, but not in a funny way. He's more like a middle school bully. He'd call me broke and swagless, then I'd smack him and he'd die on the spot.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

They arrive in my mind from the void. I usually come up with their core traits pretty fast. Actually, Astra's the odd one out here because it took me a month or so to solidify her character. But yeah, I don't have much of an interesting answer for this one.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Two big ones jump out at me. One, most of them will help a stranger. Izjik and Sepo took in Twenari right after finding her washed up on a beach. Djek spared Izjik and Sepo's lives because he simply knew killing them was wrong. Astra saved Mashal's life after finding him on the side of the road out of nothing but the goodness of her heart. The second trait is not unrelated - they're all nosy as hell. They love eavesdropping, drama, and gossip. I'm not sure why this is, but everyone from Ivander and his dirty rumors to Elsind and their saucy romance books adores sordid tales.

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

In my brain, they're just colorful versions of the most realistic version of my art style.

Your Writing:

What’s your reason for writing?

I love doing it, why else? In all seriousness though, writing gives me an outlet for a lot of emotions I have a hard time expressing in real life. So, basically, I'd explode or something if I didn't.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Nothing makes me happier than when people tell me they're excited to find out what happens next. Also, seeing any headcanons and theories is like a free hit of dopamine every time.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

Just... cool, I guess? I want people to relate to my characters and be intrigued by my worldbuilding. I don't want to be the next literary sensation. I just want people to enjoy and talk about my stories.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I also feel like I write action quite well and have a unique voice. My descriptions ride the line between flowery and fun.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

People say they're drawn in by my characters and that my worldbuilding has a sense of depth.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I feel pretty good about it! Not all the time, obviously, but overall, I think I keep improving and building my skills with every word I write.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yup. I like reading my own writing. It's almost like it was written by someone who shares my exact literary tastes.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I can't honestly say I've ever thought about what other people would enjoy, so I guess I write for myself. I'm confident enough that a fair amount of people share my preferences, so hopefully it all works out in the end.

I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @elizaellwrites @ashwithapen @i-am-moss-the-boss and anyone else who wants in :)

[eusuntgratie]

Look. I know you just did tknp but. More?🔀

Nolan’s hiding in his bed desperate for some quiet after meeting his very loud, very exuberant new roommate and every single member of his extended family. Kevin is nice, super nice, and he’s sure they’ll get along great, but moving across the country and starting college was overwhelming enough without becoming immediately adopted by the world’s loudest family all in the same day. Mrs. Hayes had looked a little heartbroken when he’d turned down going to dinner with them, but Kevin had seemed to get it, giving him a smile and bustling his mom out of the room with promises to take him to breakfast in the morning.

He wants to ignore it when a guy from high school that he’s sort of friends with texts him and invites him to a party, but Madison had made him promise to make an effort to meet people here and lectured him about how the easiest way to do that was to just…say yes to things even when he wanted to say no.

He sighs dramatically and texts back, ‘sure man send the address. can I invite my roommate?’

He texts the info over to Kevin just in case he wants to come out after his family crashes and pulls up his phone to see how far he’ll have to walk.

Nolan finally gets to the little house, set just far enough outside of town to make him consider turning back. He’d texted with Maddie most of the way there, though, and he’d promised he’d go, so he would.

He can hear the music, loud and thumping, as soon as he starts down the driveway. Someone’s puking in a bush by the front door and there’s a half undressed couple making out in the yard. He sighs, and forces himself through the door.

He spends a few minutes trying to find someone he knows before giving up and asking around for a beer. He figures he’ll drink one and head back unless Kevin decides to show up.

The song changes to something filthy he vaguely recognizes, and a couple of girls hop up on a counter to dance. Suddenly, a tiny, dark-haired, shirtless man skids into the kitchen in socks and basketball shorts and a backwards hat, singing the lyrics at the top of his lungs. His gaze catches on Nolan, who feels like a bug being pulled steadily toward a bug zapper. The guy sings the words like he’s a stripper Nolan’s paid too much money for, gyrating and jumping around, too confident for anyone to notice that he can’t really dance.

He’s small but he’s built, and he’s tan and he’s beautiful and Nolan freezes once he gets close, not sure what to do with his hands or his mouth. Well, he’s got some ideas, but he doesn’t think leading with those will earn him any new friends.

The song finishes and the guy wraps an arm around Nolan’s neck like they’re old friends.

“You alright, buddy?”

Nolan’s brain cycles through several helpful responses: who the fuck are you?, how are you so hot?, I can see your dick through your shorts, would you like a blowjob?

He swallows hard and just says, “yeah.”

“You want a beer?”

Nolan nods and follows helplessly as the guy drags him out of the kitchen and out a door into the backyard.

It’s sticky and hot outside, but the guy doesn’t move away, stays plastered to Nolan’s side until they find the keg. He digs around for a cup and fills it with foamy, cheap beer, handing it to Nolan with a smile.

“I’m TK.”

“Pat,” he says.

TK grins and slings his arm around his neck again.

“Nice to meet you, Pat. You new here?”

“Yeah.”

“Anybody show you around yet?”

“The house? Or campus?”

“I meant the house. But either, I guess.”

“No.”

“Want me to?”

“You can show me anything you want.”

Nolan swallows and stares at the floor. He’s never forward. He can usually barely string three words together in front of anyone he finds attractive, but this guy’s so hot he can’t seem to help it.

TK’s smiles out of one side of his mouth and tugs on his arm.

“C’mon, baby. I’ve got plenty to show you.”

send me a ship and 🔀 and i'll shuffle my playlist and make an au

[angxl-m]

"Can't Handle It?" R. Zoro x Black!(F)Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI, ty

⚠️Warnings⚠️: dom!Zoro (hes a lil mean), switchbutmostlybottom!(Y/N), alcohol use, weed use, spitting, teasing, light spanking, light choking, pet names (slut, whore, girl, baby, mama) degradation but throw some praise in there, overstimulation(a personal fav), dumbification, fingering(f), oral(f&m), PnV, and the creamiest of pies

Reader has a fat ass 🤷🏾‍♀️

Really just some nasty sex to ease the Zoro brain rot (Pre-time skip Zoro if it matters)

Song Recs (please listen i luv sharing music <3):

It’s my first post and took me way too long, but enjoy luvrs 🫶🏾

Zoro always considered himself a patient man, regardless of the truth of the statement. As Zoro to Zoro, he was, at very least, tolerant. He’s a swordsman, it’s his obligation to be calm, collected, both at ease and alert at all times.

So for the sake of everything holy, he wondered, why- how, you managed to rile him up in all the best fucking ways.

It was infuriating.

The swordsman could practically feel his green hair singeing when it came to the thought of you, his mind working in overdrive trying to process how your hair could be so pretty while your mouth was so damn big.

Always challenging him, you weren’t stronger, that was for sure, but just as fast and with a solid sense of direction. You two were almost as bad as dartboard brow when you fought, but to Zoro you were just so fucking attractive.

His heart would race in the blue moons that you were around and totally calm, when the two of you found some sort of peace. And in times like that there was always liquor involved.

~

The Straw Hat Pirates had rented a small group house for a few days on the outskirts of a town on some island Luffy and Nami had decided to dock at. It was a quiet, very laid back town where everyone simply went about their business.

Turned out to be the perfect place for the crew to dock and give the Thousand Sunny and their sea-worn skin a break.

They sat on lawn chairs around a campfire in the open land behind the house, it was early morning, just breaking into 2 a.m. Nami, Luffy, Chopper Usopp, Sanji, and Brook had already fought and lost the battle to sleep and were tucked into their rooms for the night. Zoro having carried Luffy and Chopper inside.

Only Franky, Robin, you, and Zoro remained, chatting over the fire. Zoro and Robin were drinking sake while you and Franky drank Black Label Whiskey, all the bottles were acquired in the town by you and Nami as a little treat.

A delicious haze filled your head when you sipped the drink in hand, ‘the only thing that could possibly make the night better’, you thought, ‘would be some weed.’

Your shuffling broke the silence of the group, attracting their attention as you rifled through a backpack at the side of your chair.

“Stop making noise, woman.” Zoro grumbled, opening his eyes to glare in your direction.

Your rolled your eyes without sparing him a look, “Bite me”

Under other circumstances you would’ve had a much snarkier remark, but honestly, you couldn’t be bothered to feign annoyance upon finding two pre-rolled joints in the bag.

Smiling in success , you just so happened to miss the way Zoro’s eye widened at your words, his lovely asian glow intensified by the infiltrating thought of actually biting you.

That plush bronze skin that he knew smelled of cocoa butter and sweet almonds. Zoro’s gaze raked over your figure, strong thighs spilling out of your shorts, sun tanned cleavage shimmering with the flickering campfire. You had looked too alluring all fucking night.

Fuck, he felt like that Ero-fucking-cook.

Robin exchanged a knowing look with Franky, both of whom had witnessed Zoro’s reaction.

“Hey guys, found some pre-rolls in my bag. Down for a smoke?” Your voice filled the air.

Zoro grunted in acceptance, quickly taking another swig of his drink. It’s not mixed, just a tall glass of sake since Nami insisted he not drink from the bottle “like a savage.”

Robin offered you a playfully loving look, “Oh you know me so well.”

(Mommy Robin smokes do NOT pwm)

“I’ll take my leave here, I’m sure a few hits will take me out anyways.” Franky admitted, a loud yawn proving his point shortly after.

You three said your goodnights as the cyborg made his retreat to a comfy bed.

The chairs were spaced pretty decently apart, so you moved to take a seat on the grass between Robin and Zoro’s spots. You handed a pre-roll to Robin, allowing the woman to use her devil fruit power to reach a hand to the fire, effectively lighting the perfect roll.

Robin took a few quick pulls, dragging the light past the twisted end of the paper, before handing it off to you and starting the rotation.

“This,” Robin cleared her throat from a particularly harsh hit, “is some good shit.” her eyes were low and red, the lazy remains of a smile gracing her features.

Zoro nodded in agreement as you passed it to him.

“Have a little faith madame, who you know smokes more than me?” you spoke.

“Sanji.” Robin’s answer was quick to make Zoro snicker earning him a jab at his leg.

“Cigs don’t count, I’m bout to take my spliff back.” you huffed an empty threat.

Said woman only got up from her seat and patted the girl’s head, “You win (Y/N), you’re the biggest smoker. Thank you for the cyph.” The dark skin girl sprouted a victorious smile.

“However, I will be calling it a night, that Sake was a little too good.”

“Goodnight Robin, you’re always welcome to the cyphs~” You waved her off as Zoro grumbled a goodnight.

The second spliff was quick to light before you found perch on the arm of Zoro’s chair, making the rotation easier.

Another comfortable silence ensued, Zoro sneaking glances at the way the fat of your brown thighs splayed against the wooden furniture.

He was lost in thought, considering how your shimmery skin would look under the strength of his fingers. The poor man was so lost that he didn’t realize how long he had been inhaling until his lungs started to prickle and burn.

You looked over to the swordsman, curious as to why the spliff hadn’t returned yet. There he sat, face contorted and straining, before he began to cough and heave.

(if u ain’t choking, u ain’t smoking 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Grabbing the spliff before he could drop it, you clutched your stomach with laughter. You couldn’t help it, his face was just too funny.

“Fuck -hack- you” he grunted with effort, leaning backward in the chair to catch his breath. You turned, now sitting criss-crossed on the wide arm of his chair, a knee coming to rest on his ridiculously toned bicep.

“Man you wish! What? Can’t handle it?” you taunted, taking another drag. He turned his head with intentions of telling you off but was hit with your chest being pretty much level with his line of sight. On top of your usual sweet scent were the alluring notes of liquor and Zoro fucking loved that smell. It felt so raw and personal, to be up close to someone, drunk off of their intoxication.

His red eyes were trained on your face, a facade of annoyance at your words.

You eyed him back, secretly relishing in the heat of his skin against your own. The dramatic light of a slow dying fire accentuated his features so well, you couldn’t help but stare, eyes flitting from detail to detail.

Both of you had achieved a comfortable level of crossed, but in your inebriated state it definitely felt like you were much more discreet while admiring him.

You were brought back to reality by the feeling of your jaw between his fingers. “You sure it’s not you wishing for it?” Zoro’s voice was low, eyes lidded as he pulled your face level to his own.

The motion sent the first of many tingles down your spine. It’d be a lie to say you haven’t been thinking about him all night.

The subtle flex in his thigh when he shifted his legs wider, how his shirt would raise with every stretch, revealing little green hairs below his naval. His devilish tongue and how it would run up the back of his wide hand when sake splashed out of his cup.

You were much more aroused then you thought you ought to be. His words were tantalizing and your cheekiness won over as you slid from his side to straddle the man's waist, throwing the smoked out tip (the degradable kind) of the joint somewhere on the grass.

You leaned in to him, determined not to go down without some bite back, and offered a lick to the shell of his ear. Your action snapped him out of the pure shock of you in his lap, crotch so close he could almost feel your heat through his clothing.

“And if I am the one wishing?” you purred, hands coming up to caress the junctions between his neck and jaw.

You could feel Zoro’s hands on your waist, they were so thick, strong, holding you perfectly still against his body. “If I am the one thinking about you? Dreaming about just how good I could fuck you,” a hum reverberated in your throat, “What would you say?” you pressed your groin further into him, leaning back to bat your lashes.

Zoro huffed through his nose, a smirk taking over his dreamy features, his left hand sliding to grip the sides of your throat, “Then I would tell you how in over that pretty little head you are.” Alcohol lingered on his breath as he spoke, “How you’re not ready for me to fuck you.”

An airy laugh of disbelief bubbled from your constricted throat.

You had slept around a bit in your years before joining the crew and nearly every time you had sex, you were the one doing the fucking. You had men and women alike losing their minds, so it was amusing to you how bold Zoro had become.

Said man frowned at your reaction, his hold on your neck tightened and he pressed his hips up, which in turn sent a fleeting wave of pleasure to your core.

“You and that fucking laugh, (Y/N).” he all but growled, the intensity of his voice startling you. The way your name had tumbled off his lips had you subconsciously holding your breath. Zoro’s hand moved back to your face, squishing your cheeks a little hard. “So.. mocking, so.. condescending.. somebody’s got to pound that cockiness out of you.”

“Hah- you can fucking try.”

Zoro’s head tilted slightly at the challenge, observing your face for a moment, his eyes wandering, he looked deep in thought. After a second or two, his face was crashing into your own, your gasp was muffled by his lips when the swordsman kissed you. You kissed back as soon as you registered what was happening, grabbing his head, already trying to pull him closer.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, licking against your own muscle until you reciprocated, which didn’t take long. Your tongues clashed but there was no way you were winning this time. The man quite literally fought battles with that tongue.

Teeth clacked as you took hurried breaths between kisses drowning in the taste of liquor. Zoro’s tongue wrestled yours until your jaw began to ache before drawing away. Deep breaths mingled, eye contact simmering with a drunken passion much deeper than either of you realized at the moment.

Always at each others throats for one stupid reason or the other, it had taken a while for either of you to realize how well one fit with the other. So similar yet just different enough to compliment each other.

Your hand ran through his coarse green curls, “Zoro” you mumbled softly, thumbs rubbing slow circles into his temples. The tip of your nose grazed his own as he exhaled a shaky breath. He couldn’t remember the last time you said his name with anything but annoyance or taunting, it was exhilarating, it made his heart pound.

Your lips were so smooth on him, tongues coming to brush against each other again. The kiss was so telling, your arms wrapping around his neck, it felt as if you craved him with your whole soul. Every part of you wanted every part of him.

Zoro’s battle-worn hands ran up and down your side, briefly exploring the plains of your clothed ass before gripping the bottom of your thighs. He hummed with pleasure at the weight of them, pulling you impossibly closer yet removing his lips from your own.

One of his forearms secured itself under your backside before he stood up. You didn’t even wrap your legs around his waist, didn’t need to with the way Zoro had you pinned to his muscular body. You could feel the hard ridges and angles of his sculpted figure.

With his other hand he picked up the two bottles of liquor left outside before making the short trip into the house.

In the meantime your lips found work on the expanse of his neck and broad traps. You licked, kissed, and sucked as hard as you could, determined to leave traces of your presence, a little ‘(Y/N) was here.’

Zoro opened the door with a free finger and quickly made his way to one of the rooms in the far back of the house, locking the door in the process. He grunted when you nipped at his earlobe, tongue massaging the skin behind his piercings. You loved the way the cold metal felt against your face, those earrings were the very first thing you noticed on him and the feeling of them had your pussy clenching.

He placed you down on the bed, now seeming even more massive in front of you. You stood quickly, pressing a heated kiss to his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. Your hands made quick work of his vacation button up, allowing you more space to kiss his searing skin.

Zoro’s hum was content, grabbing his bottle of sake and taking a few heavy drinks, allowing you to kiss down his figure.

A hand ran lightly down Mihawk's scar on his front before stopping at his haramaki. He pulled it off quickly alongside his shirt, giving you access to his well defined v-line.

You were fucking drooling, it wouldn't be a surprise if you found of out he was the personification of some god, so dangerous, defined. . . delicious. His extensive training was rewarding in too many ways.

You tugged experimentally at the waistband on his shorts, looking Zoro in the eyes when you turned to him, pushing the man to sit on the bed as you sank to your knees. The sight of you so willing to stuff your mouth so full with his dick made Zoro the hardest he thinks he's ever been.

Zoro raised his hips, shimmying out of his pants, bulge even more prominent now, straining against light blue boxers. When he slipped those off too you’re eyes went a bit wide. The man was big, nine inches long and about an inch thick.

His cock slapped against solid abs, a slight curve to the left with a prominent vein on the bottom. The trail of short green hair that decorated his tanned body was in full view and that's when you decided that this must be the best sight in the world. You licked your lips, eager to get a taste of the precum squeezing from his darkened and excited tip.

Gently, you took the base of his dick in hand, leaning it towards you as you collected spit in your mouth. You let a glob dribble down to lubricate him while the green-haired man stared into your eyes.

Before you could move to put your lips on him, he was quick to tilt your chin up, the quarter full handle of whiskey in hand. You opened your mouth, tongue stuck out as you let the man pour liquor down your throat.

You drank eagerly, grabbing Zoro’s wrist when he went to pull the substance away, forcing him to keep pouring. You tightened your hold below his waist, gulping down the liquor and reveling in the burn against your throat.

‘It’s a trailer for the main event’ you reasoned with yourself.

“Fuuuck.” Zoro groaned at the sight, finally placing the bottle down somewhere you couldn't bother to acknowledge.

You licked your lips, smiling up at him the second your tongue finally met his cock, a quick breath left his lips as he studied your movements. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his hot, mushroom-y head, slowly starting to jerk your wet hand up and down his length.

You could hear Zoro's breathing get heavier and it only worked to excite you more, taking his tip into the warmth of your mouth earning a hiss from the divine man before your. Your tongue circled him as your hand increased the speed and pressure of its movements. His dick slid so comfortably in your hand, it didn't matter that you could barely get a proper hold.

An encouraging hand fell to the back of your head, tangling into the wild mane of curls that Zoro oh so adored.

You were surprised at his gentleness, not comprehending how realization had hit him like a truck the moment you lowered yourself between his knees. Here you were, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who managed to frustrate him to no end, who took over both his active and unconscious mind, who's thought had him whining and finishing himself with an embarrassing vigor.. was right here. Fulfilling a desperate fantasy of his just as eager, maybe even more so, than he was.

With every jerk of your hand, you took the man deeper into your mouth, the first soft groan dripped off his lips and you hummed with some pride. The vibration from your throat caused Zoro to grip at your hair, his back hunching over as the pleasure of your tight lips built higher and higher.

It was a struggle, fighting back your gag reflex, but you successfully covered his entire length, your hand now massaging at his tightening balls.

"Fu-uck your so good at this," Zoro's voice broke slightly at first. His demeanor had changed when he could feel his abdomen clenching, almost painfully, grappling with the conflicting pleasures of leaning back and letting you work his cock so wonderfully or fucking that cute little face.

He chose the latter.

Zoro pulled your head halfway off of him before pushing you back down, ensuing a startled moan and the swallowing of your throat around his heavy cock. "You're such a fucking whore, sucking this dick down your throat. Just can't get enough can you?" he leered, heavy eyes narrowed in your direction.

Your eyes glistened from your efforts as you looked up at him in horny surprise, you could feel an unbearable wetness between your legs from the dirty way he spoke to you. You were the one to drive people insane with your words, but you had to suck it up for now considering his dick was currently plugging your throat. Wet squelching sounded in the room, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips as Zoro began to use your mouth much faster.

Your arousal was rising exponentially as Zoro's strained grunts and cusses became louder and more frequent. They were so guttural, rumbling straight from his chest, you couldn't help but moan out on his cock, slurping and gargling as he face-fucked you to his likening. Your eyes rolled back and spit coated your chin, the feeling of your wet throat fluttering around him was sending him closer and closer to that edge.

He didn't want to cum down your throat, at least not tonight, and you knew that. Zoro tugged at your hair, a half-assed attempt at pulling you off, but your eyes returned to his own, brows furrowed in genuine agitation as you swatted at his hand. You would just have to make him cum again is all.

Taking the reigns, you began to viciously deep throat the swordsman, your hands balanced on the tree stumps he had for thighs; pressing your tongue against the sensitive spot at the very base of his cock and dragging it up before slamming your nose back into curly green hair on his pelvis. "Sh-shit (Y/N), fuck." Zoro groaned out above you, his breaths labored while his hand fisted your roots with a delicious burn.

"Mhmmm" you struggled to moan around him, his balls tightened in your hand and with a few more bobs of your head Zoro was spurting hot streams of viscous cum right down your throat.

You pulled your head off of him with a final harsh suck that had him shuddering, looking Zoro in his lustful eyes as you swallowed his load. He tasted good, a little sweet, salty, and tangy, pretty much everything about sucking Zoro's dick was proving to be both fun and rewarding.

With one last kiss to his sensitive tip, you raised to stand up, the movement of your jeans adding a bit of friction to your neglected core.

Zoro's eye followed you, hands coming to rub up and down your exposed waist as he caught his breath. Carefully, you pulled the cropped tank-top over head, discarding it somewhere in the room. Zoro's fingers fiddled with the button on your denim shorts, popping it open and pulling the zipper down.

You peered into black pupils as his hands tugged on the waist of your bottoms, he had to put in a fair bit of effort to get the material over your behind, "How'd you even get into these?" Zoro wondered more to himself than anything, marveling at the way he could see the sides of your ass jiggle from the front.

Sure Zoro had been with his fair share of women, a few men, but not a single one had captivated him the way you could. They didn’t even come close.

On top of that, only once the man finally managed to get your pants down to your ankles did he notice the soft, bright green, thong-like underwear and black lace bra you were wearing.

A low whistle streamed from Zoro's lips as he eyed you like a full set of weights, he twirled his finger around, "Spin for me," he said, somewhat as a suggestion but you smiled, turning a full 180 and looking back at him over your shoulder. His fingers traced patterns over your hips, your backside his center of attention before you turned back to face him.

"This f’me too?" he tugged at the elastic of your panties, the hue was a close match to his hair, plus, everyone knew that green was his color. Obviously.

You winked, crawling on top to straddle him once more, your wet core pressing against his hardening cock through the fabric. "Maybe they are. I was hoping you'd be taking them off for me."

Zoro groaned into the air, pressing his hips up into yours, his hands on your waist pulling you down. The pressure made you hum with delight, but before you could start to grind on him, Zoro was quick to roll over.

“I did say I’d be the one fucking you.” he pointed out with nonchalance, finally able to admire your form underneath him. Your legs were open, loose around his hips in your drunken confidence, giving Zoro the perfect sight of a little wet patch in your underwear. His thumb pressed on it making you jump a little, he chuckled and teasingly swiped his thumb up your slit.

Looking back up, he saw you had already taken off the bra, tits sitting pretty from your propped upper body. Zoro used his weight to pin you to the bed, his mouth quick to find your own, the kiss was strong and sloppy and left you out of breath as he proceeded to leave a wet trail up your jaw and down your neck.

You took a sharp inhale through your nose when Zoro’s callused fingers grazed over a nipple. It was so uncharacteristic, you thought, how gentle he could be with your body. You were expecting it rough, fast, animalistic… regardless, his touches left you spinning.

Prayers answered, Zoro’s pinches became stronger, making you mewl at the attention he paid your breast. Bites littered your now sensitive chest and upper shoulders as his mouth attached to your aching bud. Soft breaths and sighs flowed from your abused lips, waist squirming in neglect.

You moaned when he sucked, beginning to bite at your flesh. Zoro wanted you screaming, begging, whining under his hands, only to prove that you can’t handle what he can do to you. And trust, the motherfucker is gonna get what he wants.

Realization settled in when his precise wet tongue rimms your nipple, “Fucking tease,” you hissed your words coming out as more of a moan than you had hoped for.

Zoro rolled his eyes at you, letting his gaze traverse your skin as he leaned his weight onto his knees. The clapping sound of his slightly cupped hand coming to smack your pussy forced a struggled moan through your whole body, jerking further up onto the bed.

“Needy slut.” he quipped back, following your hips as his thumb pulled the panties to the side. Zoro’s dick pulsed at the sight of fat lips connected with your glossy essence. His thumb broke the seal of your wetness and the poor man nearly came at the way you leaked all over his finger.

“You’re too wet for your own good,” he chuckled with a hint of genuine admiration, thumb swiping over your entrance, pressing down hard when he found your clit. “Nngh~!” you moaned out, eyes nearly rolling back at the sudden sensation. His other hand grabbing his sake to take a long drink. “You’re not going to be able to take what I can give you, sexy little thing.”

“Oh please” you rolled your eyes with a huff despite feeling yourself tighten up involuntarily “You’re always so fast to talk so grand of yourself.” you keened slightly when you moved your hips against his finger.

“And when’s the last time I didn’t prove it?” Zoro smirked, an evil glint in his eye. The man didn’t give you a chance to even consider an answer before his face was on your pussy. Zoro’s thick arms wrapped around the fat of your ass and thighs, his weight stretching you open, barred out for his viewing pleasure, brown folds glistening in his face like a pretty glazed dessert. He stuffed his nose into your clit, hungrily taking in your scent.

‘Maybe’ you thought, ‘I am in over my head.’ Your face flushed a purple-ish hue, attempts to close your legs proving fruitless versus Zoro's brutish strength. His tongue hurriedly slid into your entrance, the tip just barely filling your hole. He wiggled around, collecting your juices, pushing them to smear over your clit.

A huffed breath left your lips as Zoro's show really began. His trained tongue was sturdy, unwavering in the way he ran tight circles around your bud. "O-ooh my god," your hands flew to grasp at his short, mossy hair in almost no time. The pressure of Zoro's tongue was unmatched, jaw well trained to endure hours of battle, inadvertently making him a pussy (& booty) munching god.

If there were two things Zoro loved, it was drinking and pussy, so being pussy-drunk, of all the ways to experience you, was right up his ally. His tongue was hot and wet, laid flat to engulf all of you before going back to poking and fucking into your sopping entrance. "Z-zoro!" you whimper-cried, no longer able to hold back, every technique he tested on your pussy building onto the last.

Your breathing was labored, you could feel random muscles tensing and straining from the intensity of Zoro's mouth on you. All of the people you slept with had to really put in work to make you cum, but this seemed to be second nature to Zoro, as distant pleasure began to knot in your abdomen.

He was better than your fucking vibrator.

Your pretty moans rang in his ears and he couldn't help but rut his length into the mattress beneath you two, groaning right back into your heat at the stimulation. Zoro popped his mouth off your cunt with harsh a suck to your clit, he wanted at least a glimpse of your face ‘If she sounds this beautiful she must look even better.’ was the general train of thought.

Zoro raised his head slightly, his black eyes narrowed from the angle as he caught sight of your flushed face, mouth parted with tousled hair, your chest rising and falling unevenly. And he was correct, you looked down right ethereal.

A whine bubbled in you at the loss but you were immediately shut up by his tongue back on your clit, rubbing and flicking shapelessly with a new vigor so overwhelming you could immediately feel your walls clenching. He then wiggled the tops of his ring and middle fingers into you, finger pads pushing up at the flesh of your heat.

The vibration of his own grunts were heavenly against your sensitivity, "Mmhmph! Zoro I-" The desperation in your voice caused him to fully thrust his thick fingers into your gaping pussy. The sensation had your back arching in his iron grip, shoulder blades digging into the springs of the mattress.

Your fingers laced together in his hair, pulling his rapid tongue even harder against you. "Z-Zoroo-o” a drawled out pornographic moan ripped from your throat, eyes nearly popping out of your skull. “O-oh, my, god.” your words were gutteral, cut with every gasping breath you could manage while Zoro bullied his fingers in and out of you.

“Look at you, such a dirty girl taking my fingers like that.” The man’s smile was devilish as he shifted up a little to watch your face scrunch in ecstasy. “Gonna cum on my fingers baby? You gonna make a mess of these sheets for me?” Zoro’s voice was low and gravely, the alcohol in his system causing him to speak every thought.

And the alcohol in your system had you submitting to his every word, you just couldn't find the willpower to go against him when he was treating your pussy so painfully good. He was so dominating, igniting every nerve along your skin, you nodded hurriedly at his question, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as he suffocated you with his presence. “Uh-uh” Zoro shook his head, doubling down his efforts and pistoning his digits into you, rocking the bed with his movements. "Gonna have to use your words mama,"

You clenched around him hard, feeling pleasure pool in your knotting abdomen. You were a sucker for pet names and he was unknowingly feeding right into it. "Zoro!" you cried out in his grip, your body running from the intensity, "Zoro Zoro I'm gonna-!"

He brought his tongue back to lick sloppy lines all over your clit and the area surrounding, he held you in place with one arm, your body in too much ecstasy to fight back. Zoro's ears were met with a ringing cry, "Zoro! I'm cumming!" your legs trembled in place around his neck, nails digging into his scalp. Zoro sucked lightly on your clit, drawing out your orgasm as you continued to cream all over his fingers and chin.

“Mm, you taste better than I thought." He crawls up to lay a chaste kiss on your bitten lips, eying your chest as you try to regulate your breathing. "That was so good," you admitted in a state of post-orgasmic delirium.

"Was?" Zoro questioned, his mouth closing in on your own, trailing you into another breathless, crushing kiss. You could just feel that sly-shit eating grin on face as again he locked your lower half in his meaty arms again with a speed you forgot he possessed. This time he pushed your legs up almost like a mating press. His thumbs were hooked into the backs of your thighs, fingertips on the bed, the force of his hands more than enough to render you more or less immobile once again.

Your hands grasped at the sides of his head, tugging it between your calves to press a heated kiss to his mouth. You moaned softly against his lips, tongues wet and hot against one another.

Your heart raced in its place, you couldn't do anything but stare, frozen in drunken anticipation as he glided back down your golden figure, hazy, sex driven eyes locked on your own with that billion bounty smile.

Both knees were pinned to your shoulders by his massive hands alone, broad arms stretched up to lock you in place. “You said you could take it, right?” Zoro mused, there wasn’t even time to contemplate his words before Zoro’s forefingers came to cling behind your waist. The man proceeded to lift your entire fucking body into the air. Immediately his hot mouth cupped the whole of your pussy, angling you such that the only way to balance was with your core on his face and your hands clutching at his hair.

Zoro’s tongue reached far deeper into your sensitive cunt than before and there was nothing you could do but try to accept the overwhelming pleasure he poured into you. A coarse moan ripped through your throat as his tongue began to move rapidly against the wet surface of your pussy. Your core clenched and burned with the effort it took to stay up straight. His nose nudged and bumped upwards against your clit sending an addictive pleasure throughout your figure.

“Zo- Zoro-!” your overstimulated cries were as desperate as he was relentless. The sight of his firm arms supporting your weight coupled with the feeling of Zoro’s menacingly strong tongue licking and stretching your poor little pussy out made it impossible to ignore the white pleasure that blinded your nerves with zero warning.

“OhMyGodZoro-! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” Your climax hit you full force, and you whimpered beautifully into the air. You glanced down in your struggle to regain breath, eyes widening at the sight of Zoro’s face, neck and even shoulders soaked. There was a successful glimmer in his eye. “Squirter and a creamer” he grinned, the movements of his lips against your sensitivity made your face bloom with heat and your body twitch in his grasp. “Put me down” You huffed out breathlessly and rolling your eyes at his comment. The pressure of his structured face on your core was not aiding in the recovery from your second orgasm of the night.

“If you insist.”

You could feel his sinister intent as soon as he shuffled to lock his elbows under your knees, securing his large hands around your waist Zoro held your body against the surface of the bed. Your fingers digging into his forearms as he lifted your lower half into the air.

A hoarse moan of his name drew his attention to you, your hand ran down the length of his arm, fingertips brushing at his lips, still wet and shiny. It was your attempt at getting him slow down if only for a second. Zoro’s face drew a wide drunken smile as he folded you slightly to press a kiss to your wanting mouth. Emotions were all over the place what with your body singeing with pleasure and his need to make you feel good. His kiss absolutely melted you, body relaxing into him.

Zoro studied your messy, post-orgasm face with satisfaction, he held your sexy, arched body such that the tip and underside of his hot dick was running up and down your slit with the movement of his hips. You groaned, you could feel your pussy blooming to finally take him despite being licked raw minutes before.

He let a bit of spit fall onto your pulsing clit, adding to the feeling of your wetness against his cock.

“What’d ya say?”

Zoro’s voice had your lidded gaze pulling off his pretty dick to his face. “Hmm?” Your voice was tired and strained and the emptiness of your needy hole was wearing your patience thin. “What, do you, say?” he repeated himself slowly, your confusion chipping at your arousal. “Zoro-“ your attitude was quickly resurfacing, the swordsman could hear it in your voice.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, interrupting your attempt at protesting by filling you completely with his dick. He wanted to keep you this cute and submissive, at least until the end of the night. “Oh fuck” there were stars in your eyes with the way Zoro stretched you out, a beautiful pressure emanating from your core. An unfiltered moan erupted from his chest and made you clench hard on him.

“The answer was please~” His hips drew back before pushing into your plush walls with a seductive roll of his waist line. Zoro could admit he was showing off a little, but the way you openly ogled his figure between your legs and moaned with unabashed lust at the sight made him all the more eager to undo you on his dick.

A deep hum reverberated in his chest as he continued to offer long strokes to your quivering pussy. “Z-zoro~” desire dripped off your tongue and your legs stretched wider with an addictive burn. Zoro raised a brow, continuing his just too slow pace. “Little slut, acting like you want more like you weren’t just pushing my face away.” Your face ran a flushed shade of purple at his words, the way he treated you was dynamic and had your already inebriated mind spinning in the best way possible.

Zoro picked up his pace, his eyes catching yours, daring you to look away from him. Both of you knew you couldn’t, even with your eyes nearly rolling back from the way he was fucking you. Hips snapping, pussy squelching with the aftermath of his tongue, his dick was filling you up so perfectly. There was a burn in your stomach when Zoro’s hands squeezed tighter at your waist, your own scratching at what you could reach of his broad shoulders.

There was a stutter in your voice and your body jerked at his intensity. “Mmmh, Zoroo~ Y-you’re gonna make me cum againn” you drawl out to the man. Zoro’s lucid motions were unfazed.

“Then cum.”

The way his gaze burned solidified Zoro’s demand. Your eyes actually rolled back this time as your body was proving itself to be his to command. You came hard again, Zoro fucking you straight through your third orgasm. Your whimpers were a few octaves higher as he allowed your lower half to hit the mattress, pushing you down into a mating press. Dick still in you Zoro actually started to sped up.

“W-wait Zoro-“ you tried to plead with him, you could feel your body falling into a numb yet increasingly pleasurable tingle, it was too much. “Wait?” Zoro slowed down just a little, body curling over yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tried to drowned himself in your scent, “for what?”. Your face reddened and he bit back a smile as he felt you growing flustered.

Zoro’s hips still sliding in and out of you, “I-“ he thrusted sharply watching your eyes threaten to cross at the sudden sensation.

“You…?” he teased, returning to a slow pace that he could feel was getting you impossibly wetter.

“Zoro! It’s too much!” you whined out in frustration, tears beading at your lash line. Your arms were now around his neck, clawing at the expanse of his upper back. “Aww, what happened baby?” he cooed, Zoro’s lips were at your ear as he picked up some speed,

“Can’t handle it?”

You couldn’t even remember having said those words to him earlier, but there was a victoriously cheeky smile on his rugged face when you shook your head fast. Tears rolled onto your plump cheeks, a strangled moan escaping your lips when you fully u understood that he was not finished with you yet.

“Zoro ple-ease!” the tone of your voice was desperate, for more or less you couldn’t tell.

“One more mama, j-just gimme one more.” his voice was lustful and slurred as he began to piston his dick right into your g-spot, balls slapping against your ass. You choked his name out as legibly as possible, your whines and moans were pitched and short of breath as you felt your eyes losing focus.

Zoro marveled at the sight of you, pretty curvy body smushed under his weight, there was spit dribbling from the corner of your mouth and your eyes crossed threatening to close. A slap to the side of you ass just barely had your attention back on Zoro as he rose to his knees after stealing the air from your lungs with a kiss.

You were so tight and warm around him Zoro knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His thumb rubbed fast circles into your clit earning a high moan of his name. “Mm such a tight fucking pussy,” Zoro growled out, committing to memory the way you mewled and your body trembled.

He used the corner of his palm, right under his thumb, to brush away stray tears on your face. “You’re so pretty like this,” he gasped, hips stuttering at the way you gripped him from the praise.

“Z-zoro,” his name seemed to be the only thing coming out of your mouth and he was enjoying it to its fucking fullest.

“Fuck (Y/N)…” Your green haired wonder was breathless, mesmerized by the way sweat glistened over the hickies he left across your chest. “Fuck,” Zoro���s thumb moved faster, body leaning back in so to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You grabbed the side of his jaw, pulling him down to kiss you, whimpering into his mouth Zoro felt your body quake harder.

“Go ahead, baby,” he managed to grunt out between powerful, erratic thrusts. With a final moan of his name against his lips you were squeezing almost too tight as you gushed and spasmed around his cock.. “Fuck!” Zoro leaned his weight on his elbows, his body relaxing over you as he spilled into your pretty cunt.

A light groan was pulled from your swollen lips when Zoro pulled himself from you, he watched, biting the inside of his lip, as a mix of you both leaked onto the curve of you ass and down to the bedsheets. It made him wanna fuck you again.

Your breath was shaky as you tried to regulate yourself. Zoro rolled, the skin of his back finding relief against the cool sheets beside you. You could hear him breath deeply through his nose, knowing his eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping.

A few moments of silence were followed by Zoro watching with one eye as you shuffled slowly on the bed, reaching over his head to grab a still-open bottle of liquor from the bed stand.

He licked at your titty you didn’t realize had been hung over his face, your body tensed for a second and you couldn’t really fight the smile that graced your features despite smacking his head lightly. You leaned on your side, facing Zoro with one arm propping your head up. He turned slightly to face you, a hand coming to trace shapes on your still trembling hips.

He grinned at the fact, watching as you drank a shot or two.

“I told ya you couldn’t handle it.”

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hehe, thx for reading :)

[bi-naesala]

Yes, I do

(Written for @p3akishinjiweek day 8: Free day)

Alternate universe - modern: no powers, Marriage, Anxiety, Male/Female friendship

It's happening: soon, Akihiko and Shinjiro will be married. Too bad that they're both an anxious mess. This calls for a solution.

(Prequel of this fic.)

(AO3 link)

(Fic under the cut)

Today is the day: Akihiko and Shinjiro will get married. It’s been a long time coming but finally, they’re here.

Considering how long they’ve waited for it and how close they are, surely neither of them will suffer from any kind of pre-marriage anxiety, and even more surely they’ll go through the preparations with a clear head and nerves of steel, right?

Right?

Mitsuru is starting to lose her patience, Akihiko can tell that much.

“Akihiko, I swear, if you unfasten your tie again, I will tie you to a chair until the ceremony begins,” she threatens, after adjusting his tie for what feels like the umpteenth time.

He feels bad for her: she did a great job organizing this whole wedding – she offered to do it – and now she has to deal with him at stage ten anxiety – if he could, he’d stop it.

Fuck, he can’t breathe again.

He wants to throw his whole tie away, but he knows that if he does, Mitsuru will truly have his head.

At least she notices his uneasiness, and she goes to hold his shoulders in a comforting manner. Akihiko would ask her for a hug, but that might be too much for her.

“I’m dying. Mitsuru, I think I’m dying,” he says instead.

Her grip on his shoulders tightens.

“Akihiko Sanada, you will get a grip on yourself,” she commands, with a tone that he’s more than familiar with. She demands extreme obedience, and despite the anxiety and confusion inside his brain, Akihiko still does his best to obey her.

He takes a deep breath.

“Sorry, I’m nervous,” he says, then, sending Mitsuru the best smile he can muster, which comes out quite uncertain, though she returns it.

“It is normal to be nervous in this situation, but there’s something else, isn’t it?”

Of course, Mitsuru would know there’s more to this than a simple pre-marriage nervousness; nothing slips past her.

There’s something, in Akihiko’s mind, a small irrational fear that, by verbalizing what he’s thinking, he’ll make it become real, but he pushes it aside in favor of confiding in his friend. She’ll surely have something wise to say, like always.

“I’m…” Now that he’s actually saying it, he finds himself hesitating, but he pushes through. “I’m afraid I’m forcing him to do it.”

Mitsuru doesn’t say anything, but she does raise an eyebrow at him, inviting him to go on. The problem is finding the right words, which isn’t something Akihiko’s great at.

“I mean, I’ve been pushy, haven’t I?” he begins, “So, huh… I don’t know! What if he’s going along with it just to shut me up?”

He looks down. Huh, he hadn’t even realized he’s been clenching his fists; he does feel tense after all. He tries to relax, but it’s not an easy feat.

“Or… What if he’s tired of me nagging? What if he realizes he doesn’t want this?”

“You’re afraid of him running away,” Mitsuru concludes for him.

All Akihiko can do is nodding, though he is grateful that she stepped in, sparing him from having to draw the conclusion by himself.

For just a moment, Mitsuru remains silent, surely pondering how to best approach the subject. It’s still long enough for Akihiko to regret saying anything in the first place.

This whole thing is stupid anyway. What kind of partner he is, having doubts like that? Terrible, terrible, terrible…

“I understand why you’d feel insecure, considering Shinjiro’s past actions, and as I said, it is normal to be nervous before such a big occasion,” Mitsuru comes to the rescue again, though Akihiko might’ve spoken too soon, because she continues. “I don’t think I can ease all your doubts, but I know someone who might…”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

A small smile spreads over Mitsuru’s lips.

“If Shinjiro were here, what do you think he’d say?”

“What would he say?”

Oh, that’s easy for him: he’s known Shinjiro for long enough to be able to predict such a thing.

“He’d call me an idiot, first of all, because he always does. And then he’d say there’s no way in hell he’d be going through this ‘bullshit’ if he didn’t really want to.” Even just thinking about it makes him chuckle, though his expression soon turns sad. “Though he’d say that he understands my doubts, and then he’d say something self-deprecating, like that he doesn’t even deserve this second chance I’m giving him.”

“And what would you have said, in this scenario?” Mitsuru asks.

“I’d tell him that he’s the idiot!” Akihiko’s exclaims, immediately. “Sure, he’s been an asshole, but that’s in the past! He’s grown so much since then, and I’m so proud of the man he’s become! I’m lucky he’s even considering being my husband!”

Mitsuru lets him go.

“That’s settled, then, nes pas?”

What’s set—Ah. Akihiko understands what she was doing now. Okay, not bad, Kirijo, not bad. He won’t even comment on how smug she looks right now.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he concedes then.

It’s weird, but after this small conversation in his head, he does feel better and, especially, he does stand behind what he said to the imaginary Shinji, every single word.

“Marvelous, then we can proceed with… What is it now?” She can tell there’s something else that is bugging Akihiko now. Thankfully, it’s nothing serious.

“Can I… get a hug?” he asks, in fact, slowly spreading his arms as an invitation. In the end, he's asked for one anyway.

Hugging isn’t something Mitsuru usually does, but… Oh well, she supposes she can make an exception for such an occasion.

“Alright, you can get one hug,” she mutters, before Akihiko engulfs her in his arms.

Since they’ve become friends, she’s always been there for him, through the thick and thin; even during the worst moments of his life, she was there for him, helping him pick up the pieces. He can’t even begin to describe how grateful he is to her.

“Mitsuru, thank you, for everything.”

“Ow! Watch out!” Shinjiro exclaims, in a completely different room, a grimace on his face.

He’s answered by a giggle.

“Don’t be such a baby, I’m just tying your hair,” Kotone replies.

Damned Kirijo and damned her mandatory “tied hair” policy. It’s to “give him a more dignified air”, but why does she get to decide how they have to present themselves anyway? It’s not like this is her wedding!

Just to make things worse, Kotone’s decided that she wants to help – because being maid of honor wasn’t enough for her apparently – as if he’s unable to tie his hair back himself, which has led to their current state. He supposes it’s also his fault for not being able to say no to her, something she’s well aware and keeps getting advantage of.

Oh well, as long as it works out in the end, he doesn’t care.

“Done!” Kotone exclaims, eventually. She sounds so proud of herself, for something so small…

She redirects Shinjiro to the mirror, the same that he’s made sure to avoid looking at as much as possible since he’s stepped into this room. “Look at you! Such a handsome gentleman~”

What Shinjiro sees is, well, himself, or better, a way fancier version of himself, clean shaved and with his hair tied in a small ponytail. It’s hard to think of his reflection as himself, especially with the black suit he’s wearing; they’ve decided to do things western style, and of course, when choosing the colors of their suits, he suggested for Aki to be the one wearing white – so that he can look like the perfect knight in shining armor that he is, though of course he didn’t actually say that.

“I don’t know about handsome…” he mutters, then, looking away. Kotone’s judgement can’t be trusted, not when she admitted to having had crushes on pretty much everyone from their friend group, which means that her opinion isn’t exactly objective here.

“I’m sure your future husband will love it,” she replies, which such confidence that, if she said that she’s gotten that information directly by reading Aki’s mind, he’d believe her.

She’s put quite the emphasis on the word “husband”, and it gets him flustered even just thinking about it.

Yeah, soon he and Aki will be husbands.

… Husbands, right.

Kotone must’ve noticed the way his expression darkens, because she asks:

“Shinjiro… Is something wrong?”

Ah, shit, he’s been caught.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he lies, though he doesn’t even know why he does, since he knows already that she’s not going to believe him. It’s just to save face, at this point – he has to put a bit of a fight when she tries to psychoanalyze him.

“Oh, come on! Now’s not the time for that!” she pouts, in fact. The little demon, she knows he’s weak for that shit…

He sighs. “Just nervous, I guess.”

“Nervous? Well, I’d say that’s normal,” Kotone starts to muse. “Anything could happen: a tsunami, an earthquake, we could be abducted by aliens—”

Another sigh. “You know that’s not it…”

“What is it, then?”

“It’s…” Oh yeah, he walked right into that, huh? Either she’s become too good at making him talk, or he’s gotten softer. He doesn’t know which one is worse.

Oh well, might as well getting it out of his chest now. It’s not like Kotone’s going to let it go anyway.

“What if he suddenly realizes that he’s tired of putting up with me? What if after all I’ve made him go through, he decides I’m not worth it anymore? I mean, c’mon, Kotone, you know I’ve been a piece of shit to him for such a long time…”

All the fights, their breakups… Akihiko’s been through it all, has seen the worst of him. Eventually, his patience has to run out, right? What if it happens now?

Fucking hell, he did his best to ignore this fear of his, but now that he’s vocalized it, he can’t stop thinking about it!

He can easily picture it: Aki, walking down the aisle with an uncertain look on his face; Aki, unable to say his vows; Aki admitting that he can’t do it; Aki running away…

“What would he say, Shinjiro?”

“Huh?”

That catches him off guard, but Kotone remains unfazed, simply repeating her question.

“If Akihiko were here and heard you, what would he say?”

What’s shocking, to him, is how easily he can come up with an answer: he can perfectly picture Aki in front of him, instead of Kotone; he’d have a frown on his face, after hearing his words, but he’d keep a gentle – but firm – voice as he’d reply…

“He’d say that I’m being a dumbass, doubting him like that, and…” a sigh, “… a bigger dumbass for talking about myself like this. If he didn’t think I didn’t deserve it, he wouldn’t have gone this far in the first place, so I should stop being a scaredy-cat and get on with it.”

Kotone smiles, looking satisfied, while Shinjiro is still grappling with the fact that those words have left his mouth. It’s not that he doubts the veracity of what he said – he knows that’s how Aki would act – but… he said it so easily, without a moment of hesitation, though if that’s simply because it’s Kotone who asked, or if it’s because it was a question about Aki, he doesn’t know.

He receives a small pat on his cheek for his trouble.

“Great!” Kotone exclaims. “Then you’d better do what Akihiko said, right?”

Nevermind that he never actually said that, but Shinjiro knows better than to argue with her insane logic – it never worked and it never will.

He sighs.

Oh well, he supposes he’ll have to do what Aki said, then.

It’s with a clearer – and definitely more serene mind – that Akihiko and Shinjiro keep going through the preparations, though there isn’t much else to be done, except, well, getting married.

When Shinjiro watches Akihiko walking down the aisle – fuck he’s beautiful – he can’t help but to be hit by doubt again: is this truly what’s best for them? Is this truly what’s best for Aki?

As fast as those doubts come, however, they soon go away once Akihiko stands at his side. How can they not, when Aki looks so happy? Shinjiro’s sure some of that excitement must be showing on his face as well, because when he finally gets the courage to look at him, he seems surprised – yeah, yeah, Shinjiro showing emotions for once? Unbelievable.

The truth is that Akihiko too was still having his doubts, but just like it happened with Shinjiro, his too are soon forgotten: this is the happiest Shinji has ever looked; there’s no way he’d feel like this if he was being forced, right? Right.

If it were for them, they'd skip the ceremony altogether to go directly to the part where they’re married – oh, Akihiko is going to be so annoying with the “husbands” thing now.

They even barely go along with the ceremonial procedure, too lost in each other, too… euphoric. They can barely think, when all that occupies their mind is the knowledge that this is really happening, that this is something both of them want, that it’s an important step, one that has a lot of weight, but that they’re both willing to take.

Going along with the procedure does become a little bit difficult when you’re barely paying attention to it, but nobody seems to mind, less than anyone the grooms themselves, who wouldn’t change this for anything in the world, even if Akihiko fumbles his vows and has to restart, voice barely audible, and Shinjiro looks so tense for the effort he’s putting behind not shedding even a single tear that he might break at any moment now; sure, sometimes they have to be prompted to speak, sure, they might say the wrong thing at the wrong time, but it’s still all perfect.

Despite the doubts and tribulations, saying “I do” comes as easy as breathing.

[pinkiepiebones]

Fic prompt: Swiss and Rain water ghoul bonding?

The nameless ghoul called "Swiss" was resting... Well, not "resting" as you or I or a human reader might understand it- you see, ghouls are a different sort of creature. They feel no fatigue. They don't sleep or eat. Their insides are not a slimy heap of organs and muscle but, to paraphrase another, obnoxiously talkative ghoul, "all kinds of magic bullshit." So to say Swiss or any other ghoul was "resting" is untruthful; I am merely using the term to paint a picture of how this ghoul looked. Swiss was not standing on a ceiling, huddled with other ghouls, nor was it on a stage, playing guitar or singing backup vocals or vaping or shimmying at an old man in a sparkly jacket.

The nameless ghoul called "Swiss" was resting at the the bottom of the lake. Ghouls had no lungs, thus this action was not particularly daring or stupid. Swiss was a Water Ghoul, and as such, it had an affinity for bodies of water. It just so happened that the mysterious and perplexing church to which the ghoul was bound had a rather large lake, which was ideal for Swiss and other Water Ghouls. The lake was less ideal for human swimmers, as it was impossibly, irresponsibly deep, and, to again quote that obnoxiously talkative ghoul, "a really mean fucking goose will chase you to death if you get in the water, if you're not a ghoul."

The nameless ghoul called "Swiss" was resting at the bottom of the lake, away from the feeble reach of the grey sunlight filtering down through the grey clouds. It was oddly still there in the water, and peaceful. The few fish and other aquatic denizens of the lake scarcely paid Swiss any attention. Another ghoul swam into view. It paid Swiss some attention.

//HAVE YOU SEEN MY FRIEND// the other ghoul asked- well, not so much "asked" as "broadcast telepathically," but "asked" is quicker to type. But some of you may have forgotten our previous mention of ghouls lacking organs such as lungs, so this explanation is warranted and necessary and not at all just an attempt to boost the word count.

//HAVE YOU SEEN MY FRIEND// the other ghoul asked, coming to settle beside the ghoul called Swiss. The other ghoul, the one asking a question, was another band ghoul, called "Rain" for reasons lost to time and the author's ADHD. Rain was the first Water Ghoul in the band. It had been with the band since the days of the first* frontman (this band has an unfortunate habit of firing and then killing their frontmen. I blame capitalism). Swiss had joined the band when the fourth frontman had come to leadership, but it often felt like Rain was it's younger sibling. You see, ghouls are created in Hell, not born. Ghouls don't have families- No brothers or sisters or second cousins twice removed- but the aforementioned obnoxiously talkative ghoul had introduced the concept of siblings to the band, and they grew to regard one another as siblings.

//HAVE YOU SEEN MY FRIEND// the nameless ghoul known as "Rain" asked as it settled beside Swiss. It looked to Swiss with large, unblinking black eyes. //I CAN'T FIND HIM ANYWHERE.//

Swiss looked around itself. The bottom of the lake was not terribly scenic or well-lit. There was mud, rocks, bones, some sort of misplaced seaweed, a few fish. None of these things seemed very friendly.

//WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE// Swiss asked Rain. Rain brought it's talons close together.

//SMALL,// Rain said, gesturing to appropriately convey smallness. //AN EXCELLENT SWIMMER. A BLUISH-BROWN WITH LITTLE BLACK SPOTS. BIG FRIENDLY EYES.//

Swiss stood and willed itself to float. //LET'S TRY FURTHER UP. IF HE CAME DOWN HERE, HE WOULD NEED AIR BY NOW.// Rain nodded and followed Swiss towards the surface.

//IS YOUR FRIEND A FROG?//

//YES.//

Swiss turned in the water to give Rain an incredulous look- which was a feat considering that ghouls do not possess faces capable of expression, just stony expanses called face plates- and said //WHY DID YOU NOT SIMPLY SAY THAT, THEN?//

Rain avoided Swiss's eyes. //I WAS APPREHENSIVE THAT YOUR WOULD CONSIDER IT HUMOUROUS, AND IT IS NOT A HUMOUROUS SITUATION.//

Swiss swam over and put it's talons on Rain's shoulders. //WHEN HAVE I EVER ATTEMPTED SUCH A THING?//

Rain shrugged away from Swiss's talons. //YOU HAVE NOT, BUT IT IS POSSIBLE.//

//I DID NOT ATTEMPT SUCH ACTIONS, NOR WILL I. I KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FROGS. THIS IS SOMETHING NOT DESERVING OF- WHAT DOES SPECIAL CALL IT? TO MAKE FUN OF?// Swiss stretched out it's arm, offering it's talon to it's sibling. //I WILL NEVER MAKE FUN OF YOU. YOU ARE MY SIBLING.//

Rain considered Swiss's words, then took the offered talon and shook it, as human custom dictated. //I APPRECIATE THIS SENTIMENT.//

The two ghouls swam for the surface, where they were as delighted as ghouls can be to find Rain's friend safe and sound.

~fin~

*for the sake of accuracy, Rain was technically in the band since the second frontman. The first frontman released one EP in 1969 with a different quartet of ghouls providing the instrumental work. But no one remembered that until 2019, so referring to the second frontman as the first frontman is understandable.

[fi-fitz-flynn]

Trust {Self-Para feat. James}

Prior Reading:

How could I refuse? {Self Para} Hiding In The Shadows {Flynn & Smee} In The Dark Corners {Self Para}

@jameshawks

Timeline: Late October/Early November.

Flynn drove away from the warehouse with full intention to call Alex and demand some answers.

But what would he say? And why?

His Alias wouldn’t care.  This used to be what he did. He was a runner for a large cartel. He didn't care what he moved. Just that he got paid.

But she didn’t know that he was burned there. She didn’t know he had turned them in.

So why wouldn’t he do this?

Flynn sighed, pulling over and rubbing his hands over his face.

How many people did he know that tried to protect against this exact thing?

Holley had been shot, Bianca had died, he saw darkness in Gil, that he could only imagine came from this.

What would they say?

What would Holley say? 

They would jump into action, they would find out who was who, they would take it down. Return the objects to who it belonged to. 

But after. After they would look at him, who had been caught fencing not just illegal goods, but magick goods. They would be disappointed. They would know that everything they had trusted him with had been misplaced.

He would prove everything he thought about himself.

But he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to be someone people looked at with hesitation, or at least not them. Not those connections he made. Fuck the rest of the world.

Flynn was going to do right by them.

So what would they do?

Something righteous. Some type of plan to take it down. Who they could call in the RAS.

Holley would be his first call.

But she was still technically off active duty.

Gil? His roommate? 

Well these days Gil seemed to have another focus. So that left James.

The agent he knew the least.

The only one he could care less about if he hated him.

Maybe James would ship me off. Revoke his ward status before he had to look Holley and Gil in the face. That would be fine. That would be expected. He had broken probably every rule he was given.

He’d have to dust out some of his other aliases. Pull from his offshore bank.

He’d be fine.

And at least he did the right thing.

Fuck it. He was going to be alone again.

Groaning again Flynn rubbed at his face before putting the car back into drive.

Speeding his way back to Swynlake, Flynn didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop, if he did he wasn’t sure he would keep going. This would ruin his life.

But if he didn’t.

How many others would be hurt or killed because he couldn’t step up.

Flynn didn’t bother with some random ass cover story. The RAS could deal with that, if someone saw him knocking with his fist. He could only really care about one item at a time.

James pulled the door open quickly. His hair and shirt ruffled as if he had run to the door and considering how hard Flynn was knocking, he was sure that was the case.

It only took a second before James ushered Flynn in.

No pleasantries, no small talk. They both knew this wasn’t the time for it.

Relating the whole story to James, Flynn didn’t waste it with frivolous details. The warehouse, the amount of paintings and artifacts, the security. The scales and who knew what else.

“We can confiscate everything but that would just lead everyone there doing it again. We need the location of the auction.”

“You want it to go through?”

“I’ll talk to the main office but I think that’s our best play. We’ll find out who’s the suppliers and who are the buyers. We could get some big names or even small ones out before it can get bigger. You’re going to have to get us that location.”

Flynn paused shaking his head at the other. “You want me to act like everything’s normal.”

“Yeah- You have a problem with it? Obviously people there trust you.”

“Do you trust me?” Flynn questioned his eyes narrowing. Sure he was here but the rules he broke?

“Not really. But I’m sure Shiftwell and Wahed do to some extent and besides you came to me when you didn’t have to. Which means right now we’re on the same side. So go get that information. We’ll plan the raid and we’ll get some people arrested.”

“That’s a pretty simple plan.” Flynn muttered leaning back into the chair.

“The complexities will come into play when we figure out who we’re sending in, If you have to go in. But this is what I do, I hit fast and I hit hard. I’ll take the lead on this side, just get the information we need and it will stay a simple plan.”

So Flynn had to trust them, going back into a snake’s den. But he already made that decision the moment he knocked on James’ door.

No matter what happened he had chosen his side.