#the synapses are a-popping

[9w1ft]

hold tf up

was-

was nobody ever gonna clue me in that end game was first released as a radio single in france on november 14th? meaning with the time difference it would’ve been like, the middle of the night of november 13th in the us?

end game. third single off of rep. technically released on 11/13. what.

end game chess lingo what

mastermind chess phrases vsfs references what

released in france first, home of paris, city of love, and how taylor and karlie spoke during the parisian nights segment of the vsfs 2013 fashion show what

paris lyrics so in love (on 11/13) that i can’t stop breathing drew a map on your queens gambit ass bedroom ceiling (afterward) what

this scene from the lover mv where the floor is their ceiling and they’re playing chess on it what

end game 3rd single paris november 13th what

[soaps-mohawk]

Price may be daddy but Ghost is going to be the Omegas first daddy

👀👀👀

I wouldn't speak too soon anon 🤭

[eyrieofsynapses]

ten minutes into Monty Python and the Holy Grail (yeah yeah ik, "it's a classic, how haven't you seen it yet?!" trust me this is the story of my life) and can I just say: what the fuck is this movie (affectionate)

[tangirlisfangirl]

this is very hetalia kin of me to say (never watched it) but there should be some father-son story about america and england that explores the trend of imperialism the struggles of interpersonal relationships between both men and parents/children in general and perpetuating cycles of violence .3.

[schlock-luster-video]

On August 31, 2004, Lemora: A Child's Tale of the Supernatural was released on DVD by Synapse Video.

[anantaru]

synopsis. boothill just needs to praise you <3

cw. praise kink, big dick boothill, petnames used: baby, princess, fem! reader ᰔ

mindlessly, you drag your head back and forth the pillows and quirk your lips into a pleasured smirk as your pussy clamps around boothill's cock, your walls searing and on fire the faster he drags his shaft against it.

"’love it so so much," you cry out right after his name, not prepared for the broken grunt he lets out in return. boothill doesn't believe it's actually possible to explain how boundless his desire flowed for you as you're both locked inside a deep pleasure, your boyfriend still somehow finding the energy to pound his hips faster against your cunt.

"you were just made to take it, take me, weren't you? hmm," he grunts, his cock spearing into your dripping, achy cunt as your hips begin to move on their own, grinding upwards and gyrating the best they can as he grabs onto your body to keep himself deeper.

"y-yes, baby, yes," there was nothing to discern other than pleasure in your answer, it makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, the shiver shaking your body awake only aiding the feeling.

"touch me more, please," you whine, blissful tears dribbling down the corners of your eyes and staining across your cheeks and ah— boothill was always so sweet to you, never averting his gaze so he would never miss the dazed expressions on your face.

sparks pop off the slopes of your body, the synapses in your brain snapping as you shiver each time your pussy squelches when you take him— the moment so sweet, and both of your frames glow of sweat and perspiration as boothill drags his lips across your own, at the same time stilling his thick shaft inside your cunt, not moving anymore.

"i've got to hand it to you, princess," he lulls, although his words were clouded in ecstasy, imbedded with pleasure due to just how hard you were clamping down on him, "I, i— love you— no, i ugh’ worship you baby," as he whispers, a puff of shyness crossing your glossed lips.

nothing could ever prepare you to boothill telling you this, making sure you hear him say it over and over before he resorts back to fuck you mindlessly, until your eyes spark with galaxies and your body unfolds inside the final blow.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[jpopstreaming]

🆕 「 Synapse」 by H ZETTRIO Available for streaming worldwide!🌐 Added to our weekly playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

[moonlightdistractions]

made the error of giving up on day at 7:30pm last night and have been awake since 12:30am and it's now 3:50am and I've had my first breakfast and espresso of the day whilst my tiny cat has taken over my bed so why bother trying to go back to sleep at this point, even though I know I'll end up passing out uncomfortably curled around tiny cat at some point within the next 20 minutes

[sufrimientilia]

healing but with downsides

Caretaker with healing powers but every second of it is excruciating for Whumpee. Burning, convulsing, screaming, the repair of flesh coming with fire or electricity or the burst pop scatter of darkness from every synapse rupturing with over-stimulation

A resurrection spell that brings Whumpee back from death but it’s like dying in reverse, shaking and gasping and horrible, so wretched and miserable all over again

Bloodletting to save Whumpee from poison or infection. Toeing the line between bloodloss and dying from whatever toxin needs to be drained

Trying spell after spell to reverse a curse or hex. Whumpee so beaten and abused by magic their body just shuts down or violently rejects it all

Whumpee with the power/affinity/etc to heal fast but practically goes comatose in the meantime. Caretaker fretting as Whumpee sleeps and can’t be roused for hours or days at a time until their wounds seem to heal on their own

Whumpee with the power/affinity/etc to heal fast but it’s like they’re dying. Maybe Whumpee fights off wounds the same way they would the flu, their body getting so feverish and sickly every time they get hurt. Maybe the energy of healing drains Whumpee entirely, leaving them all sweaty and limp and lifeless

Whumpees with the power to heal immediately on the surface but feel the pain indefinitely

Whumpee who can heal so fast they're used for organ harvesting, cut open and ripped apart again and again and again

Herbal concoctions used to make powerful healing potions that taste putrid, forced down Whumpee’s throat as they choke and struggle, too out of it to really fight back

Concoctions that save Whumpee from fatal stab wounds but feel so bad. Poultices and salves that burn or ache, tinctures that make them so restless and disoriented they dream about such horrible things while Caretaker wipes sweat off their brow

Caretaker having to soothe and look after Whumpee as they give them dose after dose of something that makes them feel terrible. Maybe it’s the only thing keeping them alive, but Caretaker feels guilty all the while

Drugs that promote healing but have a whole slew of side effects. Anxiety, heart palpitations, overstimulation, allergic reactions, horrible withdrawals after Whumpee heals

Whumpee’s wounds getting better in every physical way but they just feel so much worse

[lirotation]

Astarion in Cyberpunk AU

POV: How you met him in Night City =P

You’re just another low-tier merc in Night City's meat grinder, same as any other. Sure, you smoke, you chug whatever synthalcohol gets your synapses sparking, maybe pop a little Black Lace now and then for kicks. But one thing you don’t do? Pick up joytoys from Jig-Jig. Nah, choom. Not your scene.

Until tonight's clusterfuck.

You were on a gig, dressed to fool the corpo crowd—chrome hidden under slick, expensive synth-leather. Playing at being one of Night City's untouchables. Then your optics lock onto him.

A joytoy, but not just any joytoy. Lux-grade. The kind of beauty that made your targeting systems glitch and your tits perk up. Picking him up wasn’t the plan—never the plan—but here you are, trying to blend in, figuring if all these suits are doing it, maybe you should too.

Preem bastard had a silver tongue worth more than his chrome, smooth like pre-War whiskey. He leaned in close, casually dropped the very intel you need - an exclusive corpo mixer, one hosting Kong Tao mid-level procurement officer - your target - fresh from Guangzhou. The two of you hit it off, chatting over overpriced drinks at the bar, and one thing led to another. His place.

Then you wake up.

Your choom on the other end of the link, screaming. Your brain feels like it’s been through a shredder. You’re sprawled out on some piss-stained mattress, butt naked, weapons gone.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

You’ve been played. Conned. During a job, no less. Just your fucking luck.

Gotta escape before they rip you open, gotta figure out where the hell you are. But one thing’s for sure—you’re gonna find that pretty bastard, and when you do, he’s got a world of hurt coming his way. _______

Your head’s pounding, but you’ve been in tighter spots before. You force a reboot, running a quick scan. Typical corpo blacksite flophouse—The stink of blood, sweat, and bad decisions clings to the walls.

You find a rusted shard of metal and grip it tight. Better than nothing. You rigged the lock and slipped out of the room, the sound of your bare feet drowned out by the buzz of cheap fluorescents overhead.

The hall’s empty. Nobody watching the cams—amateurs. You find a storage room with your gear dumped in a corner like garbage. Your Militech pistol? Check. punknife? Check. Even your boots. Slipping them on feels like hugging an old friend.

Now clothed and armed, you should be bailing, cutting your losses. But the faint sound of muffled screams crawls under your skin, pulling you back into the fray.

You creep closer, the door half-open. Inside, him.

The joytoy. Astarion.

Strapped down like a Maelstrom test subject, neural wires spiderwebbing from his temples into some black-market brain-dance rig. The machine's whining like a dying cat, each pulse making him scream. Some chrome-headed ganger's working the controls, grinning like he's watching prime-time BD entertainment.

“Picked yourself a zero, didn't ya? No creds, no dirt—just a fucking merc with nothin’ to give. You are lucky boss is not in town.” the ganger sneers, twisting a dial, “What good’s a pretty face if it doesn’t deliver?”

Astarion convulses, tears streaking his otherwise flawless face, “I—tried,” he whispers.  "Please, give me another chance.”

Something snaps in your gut. You’ve seen people broken, but this guy? He’s built to endure. Still, this is next-level fucked.

Your blade whispers through the air, clean and silent. The ganger drops, and you catch the falling remote and cut the power to the rig.

Astarion slumps, breathing shallow. You free him, pulling the wires from his skin. He flinches but doesn’t resist.

“Can you walk?” you ask, dragging him to his feet.

He groans but nods. “I’ve had worse.”

The two of you fight your way out, bullets and curses flying. By the time you hit the street, you’re out of breath and out of ammo, but alive. Barely.

You lean against a wall, wiping blood off your hands. “I should fucking gut you for this,” you say, leveling him with a glare.

Astarion chuckles, though it’s more pained than amused. “I’m flattered. But I was under orders, if that softens the blow.”

“Doesn’t,” you snap.

Still, you don’t hurt him. Just turn to leave, figuring he’ll disappear back into whatever pit he crawled out of. But when you glance back, he’s trailing behind you.

“What are you doing?” you snap again, tired and still on edge.

“I have nowhere else to go,” he says softly, eyes downcast, his voice a quiet plea.

“Not my problem,” you grumble, turning to keep walking.

“Wait,” he calls out, stepping closer. When you face him again, the vulnerability in his posture is tinged with a familiar, deliberate charm. His lips curve into the barest hint of a smile. “I could… make it up to you.  I’m quite skilled at certain things”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That so? You think I’m just gonna take you in because you bat your lashes?”

“Not just because of that,” he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to catch the faint light. “I can be useful. I wasn't lying before, you know? the mixer? I can get you in.”

You pause, damn it he is beautiful. He shifts closer, his voice dipping into something silkier. “Let me stay, just for a while. I’ll keep out of your way. Or,” he adds, his smile sharpening ever so slightly, “if you’d rather, I could be very in your way. Whatever you prefer.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Fine. One screw-up, though, and you’re out. Got it?”

“Crystal clear,” he purrs, bowing his head slightly. “You won’t regret this. I promise.”

As he falls into step beside you, you mutter under your breath. “Already regretting it.”

His soft chuckle is barely audible, but it lingers all the way home.

[9w1ft]

👁️👄👁️

12 years ago today Taylor sat front row with Ana Wintour at the Rodarte show that Karlie walked. The same week she did her famous Vogue interview mentioning Karlie.

Fun Fact: if you look at the clip of Karlie walking with the actual music from the show and not those annoying fashion edits, you'll hear Morrissey's Everyday is like a Sunday playing. I'll let you piece it together.

WHAT

HOW

[eldritch-spouse]

I want Breg to grind his slit against mine 😔

The pressure would force his cocks to stay inside, but it would bulge enough to add some bumpy pleasure 🥴

[This is more of a struggle session than actual sex. Fem reader.]

TW: Unhygienic(?)

You wouldn't exactly say you're a sadist, but it's funny to watch the way Breg reacts to certain punishments.

Because even if this monster supposedly endured a past that centered mostly around the act of mating, it seems he's still far behind most others in terms of creative perversion.

Evidenced by moments such as these, if the way he's nearly visibly fuming trying to understand what you meant is anything to go by.

" You want me to keep them inside? " Breg tilts his head.

" Yep. " You confirm for the third time.

" But that way I can't make love to you, angel! "

" That's the whole point, Breg. "

He frowns, then pauses.

" Can I eat you out? "

" No. "

" C- Can you suck my slit? "

" Nope. "

With every rejection, he deflates a bit more.

The breeder glances at his tail, synapses connecting to form the dubious figment of a terrible idea.

" Can I- "

" No. " You emphasize, giving him a stern look.

The terms have been laid out clearly. After his latest impulsive stunt, which has earned you yet another ban from one of your favorite stores, you've decided Breg won't be fucking you for a while. This means he cannot penetrate you in any way, in any orifice, with any part of himself. And you're not touching his dicks at any capacity.

This leaves Breg with only one ridiculous option, relying on his slit for a mockery of stimulation...

You know it's a bit cruel to take a hypersexual monster's relief away so radically, but these kinds of punishments are usually the ones that stick the most with Breg and reap better results in the long-run. This is a necessary evil if you are to succeed in your seemingly impossible task of adapting this fool of a monster to modern society.

" You're so mean to me sometimes. "

The audacity to call you mean after the scene he made almost makes a blood vessel pop in your forehead.

" You can always wait it out. " As if.

You had a movie lined up to watch together if he miraculously agreed.

" But I don't want to... "

You shrug at the breeder. Then he ought to sort himself out, as far as you care.

Breg whines some more, hoping against all odds that you'd have a change of heart and allow the sweaty, horny monster looming over you to have his way. No such luck.

Sagging in defeat, Breg palms over his pelvis, tracing his own slit but not teasing it directly. Just enough to make himself shudder and huff. His unseen eyes are fixed on you while he paws at himself like some pathetic creature, you can only imagine half the scenes that must be unfolding in that fried brain and causing his hips to shift forward occasionally.

Frankly, for as much as he complains, Breg would be able to get off just fine if you told him he could only look at you. He's just that easy.

When Breg dips to shamelessly huff at your neck and chest, you lean your head to take a look at the situation below, finding the breeder already soaking the couch with the precum dripping off his slit, two fingers hastily stuffed in there, no doubt trying to stimulate the tips of his cocks.

He's a smart-enough guy, he knows this is the only way he can directly stimulate them. One miscalculation and they'll slip out, immediately ruining his chance to get off around you.

That doesn't make it any less of a pitiful, almost comedic act to see. The puffs of his hot breath around your neck cast goosebumps across your skin as it becomes humid, Breg breathes shallower in an attempt to get as much of your scent as he can, speed his own motions to keep up a semblance of stimulus. The monster groans something against your skin, his dominant arm straining with effort and fast, slick sounds ringing across the room. If the way his tail thrashes is any indication, this isn't really doing it for him, but he's trying.

And that matters.

" Good boy. " You encourage him, a small hand holding his head closer to you.

Although he gasps and moans in delight at your praise, Breg's irritation only grows. " 'S not enough... " He huffs.

" Yeah it is, you can get there. " You're fairly certain Breg could get off by just moving his hips against air.

" Noo- " His fingers' motions slow rapidly. " I need more, need to mate you- "

" Nope. "

" Angel please-! "

" No. "

Breg takes his hands off his pouch and buries his head on your chest, swaying in the discomfort of his own arousal.

" Please please please please please- "

Gods if his begging never fails to make the temperature in a room rise some degrees... But you can't be that weak willed with a monster like Breg, it just doesn't work.

" Not happening. And if you keep complaining then I'll just leave. "

" No- " His claws nearly sink onto your sides from the quick hold he established at those words. " No please, I'm sorry. "

You roll your eyes. " Apology accepted. "

Again, a few seconds pass as the breeder thinks of what he can do to make things work. You let him have all the time in the world to come up with an idea, because you would also struggle in his place. There are moments where Breg looks as if he wants to give up, but his determination to satisfy his desires has always been stronger. At some point, he settles on what to do, and the first move is to start tugging at your comfy bottoms.

" What are you doing? " It's more genuine curiosity than anything. You told him he couldn't eat you out, after all.

" Don't worry about it, angel. "

All you do is squint and watch as Breg quickly removes your clothes and dips between your legs. Although aware that he can't sample you, he decides that there's no issue if he flattens his tongue against your panties. Breg hums, disappointed that there's little taste but that of cotton, no matter how hard he presses against the folds of your clothed cunt.

His teeth catch onto the fabric while he begins to pull it down, removing the garment, another flash of pain on his face at knowing that he can't dive for the gold.

Once your panties are out of the way, you get to watch the monster think about how he's going to do this.

He tries to slot himself between your legs the way he normally would, pressing himself as close to you as possible. The results... Weren't that great. Breg tries and tries to readjust, but he's not getting the needed friction every time he awkwardly humps.

With a muffled curse, he pulls back and starts brainstorming again, moving parts of you from side to side, impatient. You roll your eyes throughout it, eventually ending up with one leg spread the other pushed up- Not the most comfortable.

Breg shifts then, twisting himself to fit the way he wants, like some kind of puzzle piece. More importantly, you now get what he was trying to do all this time, achieve friction from his slit directly to your pussy. Brow rising, you actually wonder if this will work for him.

Little did you expect that it would work for you too...

By sheer virtue of his frustration, the force Breg uses to grind his slit against your entrance applies enough pressure that it feels as though your clitoris is being squished and rolled around just right, making a shiver crawl up your spine at the sudden stimulus. Every muscle in his body tenses with his effort to find the perfect angle, the perfect rhythm, leading to some very frantic humping in-between harsh grinding rolls.

You didn't really expect to get invested in this. It's just a punishment, after all. But the breeder's misery proves to be a reliable and effortless source of consistent pleasure, enough that you're getting wet and biting your bottom lip, encouraging him with a few of your own motions to aid his pace. As wet as you may be, Breg manages to be wetter, soaking your cunt with his precum that allows for a steady sort of slide against each other.

Your excitement seems to be the missing trick, for as soon as Breg senses it, you can feel the way his cocks angrily push at a barrier they're not allowed to break, causing his slit to bump out humorously- But deliciously so.

Breg sweats and pants as if enduring a great workout, unsubtly drooling out the side of his mouth, grit-teeth betraying a pathetic fight for a climax that might not come at all. Eventually, his complexion starts twisting in a shocked and confused expression.

" What's... What's wrong? " You'd been clutching one of the cushions by now, hoping this would either make you climax or just feel good for a while longer.

" It feels- Feels weird. " The monster groans. " Keeping them in for so long... I- Hnng- "

You can only imagine what it must be like. It occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, his cocks swelled enough with desperation that they might be stuck in his body, squeezing against each other, unable to move. If it were painful, Breg would have gotten scared and stopped most likely, so you assume he's just crumbling under way too much pressure on his lengths.

" Ah, they're stuck? " You tease.

He halts entirely. " N-... No. "

You've said this a couple of times, and you'll say it again, one of Breg's few redeeming qualities is that he's a terrible liar.

" Then, I guess you can pull them out. "

" Huh?! " Had there not been that layer of skin in front of his eyes, they would have popped out his sockets. " Really? You mean it?! "

" Of course. " There's a limit to your blatant sadism. Or maybe not, because you know damn well he's not going to be able to push them out under this much arousal.

Breg immediately pulls back from you, holding still as he tries, rather humorously, to relax enough that, miraculously, his cocks protrude.

It's not happening. The monster huffs and whines, getting upset at himself as he even resorts to reaching in with a digit. No results.

Mildly amused, you push him further back, so that you can sit on the couch while he stands, nearly at face level with his poor, puffed slit. Small hands cling to his thighs as you rest your chin on his skin and glance up.

" Come on, Breg. I'm waiting... Don't you want me to play with them? " Your tongue hangs out, taunting and soft and warm.

If he wasn't desperate before, he sure is now, tail swishing near violently as he realizes his predicament. Helpless, the only thing Breg can do is thrill himself with the view of you so very eager to suck him off, and nudge his wet slit against your face. White claws reach down to grab locks of your hair and play with them, stroking over the sides of your cheeks and bringing you closer, as if that would fix the situation.

Ultimately, the only solution would be for him to calm down, because only with less arousal would his members deflate and his slit stop tensing enough for it to work out. But Breg has put too much work into this exercise to let it go to waste, so he's reluctant to back down.

In the end, all the breeder does is groan, almost on the verge of crying, while he attempts to get you to touch him at any capacity. Gentle hands palp the overheated and swollen skin.

" Please just- " He huffs, the denial and frustration melting into a desperate discomfort that has him rolling his head back. " I just need to cum, Angel please. "

Gave up, did he? Adorable.

Breaking the rule set earlier, you dip to kiss Breg's leaking slit, a short tongue ravishing it from top to bottom. Even when you try to squeeze it in and directly lick his throbbing cocks, they're so tightly packed together that you can hardly flirt with either. It doesn't stop you from trying.

On his end, the breeder seems grateful at last, taking this as the opportunity it is by rapidly grabbing both sides of your head and clumsily, feverishly, trying to roll his need against you. Again, he achieves a gross sort of hump against your beautiful face, even the protrusion of your nose serving to stimulate him further as he all but nearly rubs himself all over you.

With your ears covered by pale, wide palms and constant mouthfuls of overheated flesh coated in the tang of precum, you fail to pick up on the increasing volume of Breg's cries, the way they become monstrous and shameless in his finally approaching peak.

In the end, the only tell you have is the rapid twitching of his slit, the way his legs tense and the shifting of his buried cocks, before he bursts.

Maybe oozing is the appropriate word here, you'd say, because the only way Breg's seed can escape him at all is through thick globs pooling at the edge of his pouch and being subsequently pushed out by the remaining shots of his pent up load, dripping warmly to coat his hips and ass.

" A- Ahhn- "

Breg lets go of your head to whine and gasp, hisses making it through the gaps between his teeth, the sensation apparently being foreign and intense to him. He still moves his hips, perhaps hoping that he can grind it out of him faster, or maybe that's just his way of riding out the orgasm without being able to stroke himself.

It shouldn't be turning you on so much to watch the monster struggle, his overstimulation rising as trapped members are forced to keep in contact with his own hot cum, still sticking and dripping off him in a depraved show. Breg shudders, his tail wrapping around your leg for a semblance of comfort while you pet his cheek, greedily watching.

Only after a decent pause of trying to ride it down does the pressure deflate enough to give him some actual relief. The breeder growls in genuine pain when his sore slit is stretched enough, finally allowing two blue, half-hard cocks to pop out, coated in a sheen of his own seed and still pulsing from what you imagine must have been an peculiar climax.

" See? You did just fine. " Praising the horn dog after successful training is key. His shaky smile is all the confirmation you need.

It's a bit hard to resist torturing him a bit more, you think as you sink to your knees in front of the mess he made.

" Now, sit still so I can help clean up. "

[bullet-prooflove]

Kinktober 24: Always - Dean Winchester x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gatefleet @deanobssessedgirl @cosmic-psychickitty @cinderellasmissingshoes

You’re tight, so impossibly tight that Dean’s having a tough time not blowing his load as he eases himself inside that perfect ass of yours.

“Is this your first time baby?” You tease as he holds himself steady, his palms gripping your hips so hard he’s sure to leave bruises.

It certainly isn’t but it fucking feels like it because he’s on a hair tigger right now, trying not to ruin your first time.

“Just give me a sec.” He breathes into your hair as his fingertips stray down to your clit, tracing small circles over that sensitive nub. “You feel too fucking good right now.”

“I could say the same thing.” You tell him as that thrill starts to chase through your synapses, popping like a thousand tiny fireworks underneath your skin.

Dean starts to move and the sensation of being filled like that, there’s nothing like it. The press of his chest against your back, the feel of his lips ghosting over your throat, those filthy words that he whispers into your ear, all of it completely wrecks you.

“You gonna let me come in your ass?” He murmurs as your breathing starts to hitch. “You gonna let me claim every part of you?”

Because that’s what this whole thing is about. The two of you might not be in a traditional relationship but you want every single inch of you to belong to this man. You want him to remember this night when he’s sitting alone in his motel room, aching for you.

“You wanna own me pretty boy?” You goad him. “Then show me I’m yours.”

Words like that, they make him feral because he knows that other guys come knocking when he’s not around, that you could have your pick of anyone in this town and every time you choose him. You always choose him.

He picks up the pace, fucking harder, faster, deeper, his fingers tracing over your clit, stoking the fire inside of you until something breaks and you start to tighten around his cock. The way you grip him in that moment, the sound of his name on your lips, it punches the air right out of him. The rapture hits and suddenly he can’t control himself, he’s coming in hot, white streaks right into that tight little ass of yours with abandonment.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispers into the hollow of your throat as he cradles you close. “That even when we can’t be together you still love me, that you’ll always love me.”

“I do love you Dean.” You tell him as his lips brush over your temple. “I will always love you.”

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[cherbii]

PILLOW TALK

synapses -> short, smutty fics following popular p☆rn plots

ft. (separate!) Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Ino

warnings -> language, kissing, SMUT! p in v, unprotected sēx, creampies, oral (M), ‘FAKE’ stepcest, inappropriate usage of props, dubcon?, ice play, praise/degradation, stranger sēx, voyeurism, public sēx, age gap, taboo relationships, cheating, spanking, tîtty worship/play, gagging, minors do not interact

a.n Posting this for a second time (thx tumblr for deleting the first) + I therefore added the maturity label :(

SATORU GOJO -> ICE (S)CREAM

It was a hot and sunny day, and you were sweaty and in need of something cold, luckily there was an ice cream van just up ahead, blaring a sweet tune, so happily you bounced over to it.

Standing in the van was a white haired man, who was wearing round sun glasses and pastel button up top. "Hey, what can I get for you?" He asked, sending you a wink over the lense.

You felt your body react to the wink - and your brain short circuited for a second before you managed to find your voice again. Clearing your throat, you spoke up, "I'd like a waffle cone, please."

"Got ya!" The man spun around, before rummaging in one of his freezers and pulling out the packeted sweet treat. "That will be 260 yen."

You nodded, before reaching a hand into your pocket and fishing out a few coins, it was far from enough. "Uh, I don't have enough money on me. Is there any other way I can pay you back?" 

The man raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at his face as he leaned in a little closer. His eyes scanned over you up and down in a way that made your brain overheat. "Well... there is one way you can pay me back."

"How? I'll do it! I really want the ice pop." You gasped, staring at the slight blue that peeked over his black glasses.  His eyes widened at your eagerness, as if he was shocked at your reaction, but an amused chuckle slipped passed his lips.

"Well, aren't you something special, you really want this ice cream huh?" He asked, leaning against the counter, "and you said you'll do anything for it?"

You eagerly nod, watching a sinister grin split his lips. He stepped around the counter, now standing much closer, towering over you. You had to tilt your head back a little to look him in the eyes.

"Good girl." The smile on his face, coupled with the nickname, makes your heart beat race and you feel warmth begin to pool in your core.

And maybe that's how you found yourself in the cramped van, the shutters shut, bent over the deep freezer. His arms were pressed around you from behind, caging you between the hard freezer and the warm expanse of his chest. You could feel his breath on your neck, the heat of his body seeping into your own.

As he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous, and you swore you shivered under his gaze. "Are you ready to hold up your end of the bargain, sweetie?"

"Yes." You whine, feeling your thin panties being peeled away from your dripping cunt.

His breath hitched as you responded, "That's a good girl." He purred, his hands roaming over your hips, pulling you closer. The cold metal of the freezer pressed into your skin, making you gasp at the difference in temperatures. "Do you promise not to be too loud?" You nod again.

The man— Gojo, that's what his name tag read, unsheathed the cold treat, the red, white and blue flavours glittering with ice crystals. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back before the tip of the ice pop pressed against your lips.

He chuckled at your immediate obedience. "Such a good girl for me," He cooed, running his cold fingers along your inner thigh. "Now, open up for me."

The coolness of the ice-pop contrasting against your burning skin, sending a shiver up your spine. The sweetness of the red, white, and blue flavors swirled on your tongue, a strange mix on your taste He watched you intently as you eagerly took into your mouth - his eyes darkened with an almost animalistic hunger.

His tongue grazed your ear, his voice a low whisper, "You're doing so good for me." Gojo murmured as he heard you sucking on the cold treat, slowly pulling down his zipper.

The sound of his zipper, and the sudden shift in dynamics, made your eyes flutter as you pulled away from the snack, eyes going wide with surprise and...excitement.

"No, sweet girl. Keep sucking." He purred. You moaned when you felt his leaking tip push at your folds, instinctively your knees buckled.

Your mouth fell open when Gojo pushed the ice pop further past your lips, the weight of it pushed on your tongue, causing you to gag, though it was nothing to the sting you felt between your legs, cunt stretched open on Gojo's thick and veiny cock.

"Yeah—shit—sweet girl, she's taking me so well." He groaned, hand shoving you forward, chest pushed against the cold glass of the freezer. His hand let go of the ice pop, still wedged between your lips and pulled at your top, exposing your breasts.

"Mmph!" You moan, eyes clenching when Gojo pulled his hips back before slamming them back into you, cock bullying your right cunt. The sweet ice melted on your tongue, slowly slipping from your lips.

His hand tightened around your hips, squeezing the flesh there. "Fuh...fuck! So tight—so tight!" Gojo babbled, thighs slapping against yours. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his chest heaved as moans fell from his lips.

"So deep! Feel so full!" You whimper, your body both hot and cold, from the sun and freezer. Your eyes snapped shut when his cock-head nudged against that one sponges spot within you.

"Shit! She's squeezing—fuck!—me, can't last much longer!" Gojo's tough hands gripped your hips harder, his cock momentarily slipped out before he turned you around, your back knocking against the freezer before you yelped when Gojo rammed himself back in.

Your legs dangled over the edge, discarded, leaving you almost stationary. Heat bubbled in your lower tummy, your fingers dug into the glass, and your toes curled. "Ah—! Ah—! Can feel you deep! So deep!" You mewl, squirming and writhing.

"Y-Yeah? Gonna stuff you full of my cream, heh— fuck!" Gojo gasped. His fingers snatched up the melting ice pop as he eyed your bouncing tits. He grinned, canines sharp before he brought the ice pop to your nipples, pressing the cold ice to them.

"S-So cold!" You whimper, clenching harder around Gojo, finding the cold feeling on your sensitive nipples pleasurable. "Don't stop!"

Gojo swirled the treat around your nipples, watching the red and blue drip down the mounds of your breasts. His jaw slowly fell open, ice pop stilling before louder, slutty moans fell from his pink lips. "I can't hold on... I'm gonna cum!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You whine, for no particular reason, back arching as you felt the coil in your belly tighten. "'M...'m gonna cum too!"

Your eyes crossed and you choked on a moan, feeling your cunt gush, cumming hard around his cock.

"Shit!" Gojo's fingers dug into your skin and his thrusts became sloppy before he spilled his cum deep inside your womb, nearly falling over himself.

With sluggish movements, he pulled out. Your cunt squeezed out the mixed seed, dripping it onto the floor.

Gojo gave you a quivering grin, finger pushing the cum back into you. "Your ice pop is payed for now, don't be scared to come by again."

SUGURU GETO -> HELP ME DOC!

You've been feeling not like yourself, at first you ignored the aches and pains, but eventually it became unbearable. So much so you needed to make a doctor appointment. Now you lay on the doctors table, just as your doctor walked in— Doctor Geto, who's muscles squeezed his scrubs, and his stethoscope wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Alright miss, I'm going to need you to lay back on the table. I'll be pressing gently on spots on your body, and you tell me when it hurts, alright?"

"Alright." You nod, kicking your feet up to lie on the blue doctor table, eyes watching as your doctor walk over.

"Good girl." He hums, his lips curving up in a half-smile. He sets the stethoscope around his neck, fingers already reaching out to take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up, gently running his fingers along it "Your hands feel fine. No broken bones, that leaves the rest of your body that's in pain."

He slowly runs his fingers up your wrist and arm, then up your neck, checking your circulation and pulse.

He hums, moving on to pressing his fingers into your collarbone and shoulders, as he slowly works his way down your chest.

You had to fend off the first thoughts as you felt his palms move closer to your breasts, greedily wanting him to touch them, but knew that was unprofessional.

He hums, letting his fingers dig into your skin as he works in circles on the various spots on your chest. He was being a bit harder than he needed, but he couldn't help it. You were just...too beautiful, and your body was just too perfect, and he just needed to get his hands on you.

A gasp ripped from your throat when his fingers pressed into your sensitive nipples.

Geto hummed, noticing your gasp. He pauses at the sound, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Did that hurt?"

"A little, but it's not where I'm sore the most." You say, honestly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth when his fingers pinched your nipples before they slid off.

A small smile tugged at his lips when he heard your honesty. "Then where are you sore the most?" He asked, his tone smooth as his fingers continued their lazy journey down your front.

"Lower." You murmur.

"Can I move your shirt?"

"Well, you know what's best, Doc." You say, lifting up sprightly to give him the freedom to.

Geto smiled, watching your shirt lift up and revealing your stomach. He slowly pushes your shirt the rest of the way up, slowly taking in the sight of your soft skin as it's slowly revealed to him.

"You're beautiful..." He says, his voice just above a murmur.

His hands run along the newly exposed skin, fingers tracing the dips of your waist, and the valleys of your hips. He hums, hands lingering on your hip bone and moving to the front of your pants, slowly reaching for the button.

"You said you're sore." He murmured.

You nod. "You're almost there where I hurt." You tell him, leaning on your hands as you arch your back, subconsciously pushing your tits in his direction.

His hands pause, fingers just hovering at the button. He swallows hard, a small, amused smile on his face. "Oh really?" He muses, fingers slowly starting to undo the button.

You nod again. "Mhm, it's really sore, Doc." You slowly raise your hips, encouraging him to take your pants off.

As he pushes your pants and your underwear down, he hums again, his eyes slowly traveling up your body. "Poor thing, all sore...and I've yet to take a look at your body to see where the soreness is coming from...You do tend to work yourself a bit too much."

Your cunt glistens under the bright lights, arousal dripping against your puffy folds. "Please help me, Doctor?"You whine.

A small smile flickers on his face as he lets out a soft, almost amused scoff. "Of course. I'm a doctor. It's my job." He brings you close, leaning back down a bit to run his hands along your inner thighs. "Now, where do you hurt, exactly?"

He slowly ran his fingers along your inner thighs, almost gently, and he swallows hard. He didn't want to admit it, but his own pants were a bit tighter now.

He was just doing his job, checking your inner thighs for soreness, and nothing else.

"Here? Or here?"

You gently reach a hand out and take his wrist, before guiding his fingers to your aching core, gasping when he pushed.

"There."

His eyes widened a bit, and he's suddenly quiet. He sucks in a breath, not letting it out until a moment after. The look on his face was still professional, as he tried not to show the effect you were having on him. He swallows hard, taking a moment before slowly starting to run his fingersalong your slippery folds.

Geto hums before stepping back. "I might need to use my sonograph* to get closer look outside, and... use my fingers to feel if anything's wrong and perhaps momentarily get rid of the ache." He said, reaching into a glove box and pulling out a pair of blue, latex gloves.

sonograph* machine used to look into the womb/baby (ie. ultrasounds)

As he puts on the blue latex gloves, he looks back down at you-eyes meeting yours. He hums, a small smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's going to feel a bit different."

His gloved hands gently spread your legs a bit more, and he slowly runs his gloved fingertips along your inner thighs, trying hard not to get distracted.

"As long as it will help." You reply, watching as he picked up his sonograph and then a bottle of the lubricating gel.

He hums, his eyes still on your face as he takes the lubricant. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, he trying his best to keep looking at your face, and not the way your body was spread out in front of him as he readied the sonograph.

"Now, relax." He said softly.

You settle back onto the bed. Geto stepped forward before he squirted some of the blue gel onto the tip of the sonograph, the little black screen off to the side buzzed to life.

As he gently places the tip of the wand against you, the small, black screen comes to life, and he hums, just watching the read out.

Geto tried to keep his hand steady, but you notice the occasional twitch—and the way he's slightly biting on his tongue.

"I'm going to slowly massage my fingers into you, let me know if it hurts more."

You just reply with a hum, looking at the screen and seeing a grey image come to life. Your eyes widen as you feel his finger poke at your hole before it began to sink in, an involuntarily moan tumbling from your lips.

He immediately stopped, hearing your moan. His eyes flick up to look at you, a surprised little look on his face.

"Already?" He said softly, looking at you. "I barely started."

"N-No, it was helping sorry. It felt nice." You tell your doctor, feeling flushed.

He hums, a small smile on his face as his attention flickers back to the screen at the sound of your apology. "Oh don't apologize for that. It's natural."

He gently continues to massage his fingers in and out of you, watching the screen, the look on his face growing more and more satisfied.

"You know, a lot of people usually have to wait a moment before they feel any real relief. But you already feel a bit of relief, huh?"

You just nod your head. Geto smirked down at you before a second finger pushed at you, slowly joining the other.

"Feeling a little less sore now?" He watches your facial as it morphed into one of pleasure.

"It's still a little sore." You whine, hips bucking into his hand.

Geto sighed, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. "Hmm, well you do seem a little tight, it might need something to stretch it out further."

Your back arched as you slowly rocked yourself onto his fingers. "O-Okay, if you think so-o." You whined, lips falling open, and hole weeping onto his fingers.

He slid his fingers out from you and placed the sonograph off to the side briefly, before his fingers hooked onto his scrub pants, and pulled, freeing his erection.

His cock was thick, and huge, and it was perfect for your aching cunt. He took a step towards your open legs, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him, cock bobbing between your thighs. "I'm just going to see if this will help."

Geto gave you a small smile before his cock nudged at your folds, then he thrusted forward, slowly feeding your cunt his cock. "Ngh— it's helping a lot more." You mewl, gripping onto the thin layer of paper layer out underneath you.

"That's good," he hummed, before picking the sonograph machine up and placing it on your lower tummy, immediately, you saw a fuzzy, grey image of his cock nestled in your cunt on the small screen, watching as it moved when he gyrated his hips. "I can feel you getting looser, this must be working."

You let out a shattered gasp, mind hazing over as your doctor fucked you better, feeling the ache subdue and replaced by a delicious heat that licked up your thighs. "Mmph, you're so...good doctor. Should come to you more o-often."

"Indeed, I haven't had a patient like you come here before, so maybe if I—shit!—if I see what works to heal you, I can help others."

You could see the way his tip nudged at your cervix wall, stimulating you to an early orgasm. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You loudly moaned, it was a surprise that no other doctor had rushed in to see the commotion. "It's still sore!" You whined, looking at your doctor through teary eyes.

"Greedy girl, have I not given your cunt enough?" Your doctor snarled before he placed a thumb on your puffy clit and rubbed at it.

Your jaw almost dislocated with how wide you opened it, tongue falling out. "Fuck!—Shit! There! Right there!" You cried, Mike going completely numb as your body succumbed to the pleasure. "P-Please, Doc. I think I'm already gonna cum! It feels funny!"

"There we go, you can cum on my cock. It will most likely help your... situation." Geto told you, purple eyes glancing at the tv screen and visibly seeing your walls convulse.

"Fuck!" You drew out the scream that ripped from your throat as you squirted, the clear liquid bursting from you and drenching your doctor.

"Sh-Shit, I'm going to give you my... my special medicine, okay?" Geto moaned, hips stilling before thick, creamy ropes of his cum ribboned from him.

The small screen had shown the milky liquid fill your cavity, and how you were stuffed full. "Thank you, Doctor," you softly spoke, wincing when he pulled out and no longer feeling the ache. "I feel so much better."

"That's good, I do expect to see you again. Maybe next week?"

KENTO NANAMI -> TEACHER TEACHER!

You were on the brink of failing, and the future didn't seem that bright, at least, not in Mr Nanami's class. You needed a way to get good grades, and you'd do anything for them.

"Please, sir, is there anything I can do to get a distinction?" You ask, your previous test paper clutched in your hands, scribbled in red with a big, fat F.

He looks up at you, his gaze unwavering. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Anything?" he repeats lowly, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you intently.

You frantically nod. "Yes, sir. Anything at all!" You try to give him a smile, trying your best to coax him in giving you an opportunity.

You almost missed the way the corner of his mouth twitched up. Nanami let out a sigh, before he hooked a finger into his tie and pulled at it, loosening the material. "Come here." He instructed, motioning towards his side of the desk.

He spun on his chair to face you before standing up, towering over you. Nanami shot out a hand and cradled your chin, you were momentarily taken aback, but you soon melted into him.

It was hard not to, he was your deathly gorgeous teacher, he always smelt so good, and his physique was impeccable.

His thumb moved to gently rub against your bottom lip. "Since you want this grade so badly, there is one thing you can do," he said, his eyes peering at you through his glasses. "Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, please."

Your breath hitched in your throat but with a firm nod you sank to your knees, his hand still holding your chin tightly.

He was so tall, he could practically look down on you from here. Nanami let out a hum.

"Now what, sir?" You asked, your hands wresting on your thighs as you sat back onto your calves, knees digging into the floor.

"Open your mouth for me." he responded, his voice was low, like a velvety murmur.

For a brief moment, you hesitated before your lips fell open. God forbid if another teacher walked in, but you desperately needed that good grade.

He hummed, his smile was ever so slight, as his eyes focused on your lips. It was mesmerizing to watch him. He then ran his thumb over your lip, gently rubbing against the now exposed flesh.

Nanami had to suppress a shiver at the look of you, on your knees for him, so willing and pliable for him. He was almost tempted to just make a mess of your pretty face right then and there.

"Now stick your tongue out for me, sweet girl."

Obediently, your tongue lolled out, brushing his thumb. You heard your teacher curse under his breath before his thumb delved into your mouth.

You felt his muscles tense, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had to keep his breathing steady, he didn't want to frighten you but oh, the sight of you, on your knees, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for what he gave you - it was near the edge of what he could contain.

Nanami swallowed, and the pad of his thumb moved against your tongue, a low hum escaping him.

"There you go, such a good girl. Now, keep it out like that, okay?" You were only able to nod. Nanami kept his thumb in your mouth as he sat back down on his chair, moving it in a way that his legs were on either side of you.

He looked down at you, his gaze almost hungry. His thumb slowly ran across your bottom lip again, before he pulled it from your mouth. Nanami hummed, satisfied with your compliance.

"Good, good girl, such an obedient little thing you are, so willing to please your teacher."

He brought his hand up, the back of his fingers gently tracing your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your chin.

"Do you want to know what good girls get?"

"Yes, sir." You mutter softly, before his thumb went back to roll against your thumb.

He chuckled, his eyes tracing your face, the way you were sitting, the way you looked up at him, the way your voice was so submissive and sweet, it got him every time. The way your mouth still looked so wet from him.

He let out a sigh, his thumb leaving your chin before he rested you gently between his legs. "Good girls get rewarded." He said lowly, his other arm coming forward, his fingers gently threading through your hair, gently pulling your head upwards so you were looking up at him, his face inches from yours.

Your ears caught sound of a zipper being pulled down. Nanami pulled his zipper down, watching as your eyes flicked down to see what he was doing.

"Eyes up here, sweet girl." He said, tugging on your hair, pulling your head back up, until you were looking him in the eyes.

The hand in your hair then trailed down, his knuckles tracing your jaw, his fingers then gently gripping your chin. He hummed lowly, his eyes flicking down to your mouth.

"Open it again for me."

Your mouth fell open again, trying your hardest not to look at what Nanami's other was doing, and it was proving to be difficult. He let out chuckle at your obvious struggle. Your attempts at not looking at what he was doing was adorable and endearing to him. You tried so hard to be good, it made him want to reward you more.

His hand that was on your chin moved to rub his fingers against your bottom lip, his other hand still resting on your shoulder.

Nanami hummed, watching as your tongue began to slowly push against his fingers, almost like you were begging for what he was doing.

Then you heard clothes ruffle, and soon you were face to face with your teachers throbbing cock, leaking and begging for you to wrap your mouth around it.

But this was highly unprofessional, and forbidden, and it made you want to continue.

"I'm going to use that pretty mouth, is that fine? It is the way to a good grade." Nanami said, his hand still gripping your hair whine his other gradually began to pump his cock.

"I'll do it." You replied, voice muffled as you spoke around his thumb.

"Good girl," he praised, angling his cock to your gaping lips. You gasped when his tip nudged at your lips, your tongue instinctively licking at his mushroom tip, Nanami cursing under his breath. "Yeah, just keep your mouth open."

He removed his hand from you. Nanami settled back onto his chair and placed both hands on his armrests, letting you take control.

Slowly, you moved and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, mouth enclosing around the tip and suckling on his leaky tip, salty pre-cum mixing with your saliva.

You began to sink your mouth lower onto him, mouth stretching out as you took more of him. You had to stop briefly when he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but you pushed through before raising your head.

"Shit, sweetheart. Doing really good." Nanami said through gritted teeth, hissing when you sucked harder.

You tried to look at him, wanting to see his reactions, but it was just so hard! Tears pricked at the corners of your eye, your one hand moving down to massage at his balls.

Nanami thrusted up, too immersed in how good you were at sucking cock, what a slut—that's what Nanami thought.

Spit dribbled from your lips and down his cock, tracing the veins as it went and his balls were heavy in your hand.

Your eyes screwed shut, you were fully trying to focus on getting that good grade... that's the only reason you were doing this.

"Mmph, hmm!" You moaned, a harsh and stinging throb pulsated between your legs.

"You're doing so—so good. Maybe I'll give you a C—!" He groaned, fists balling at his sides.

If you could pout, you would, at least it wasn't a fail. Your free hand snuck between your legs and massaged your cunt through your stockings and panties, needing to relive that ache.

"I can't last long, it's been... a while. Just keep sucking and I'll—I'll!" He groaned loudly, before his cum spilled from him, filling your mouth. Greedily and hungrily you gulped it all down before detaching your lips, some spilling out as you coughed and heaved.

"Did I...did I do good?" You asked, rubbing at your sore lips, other hand dropping from your lower ones.

"Mhm, really good, sweetheart. But if you want a higher grade, you should come see me more after classes."

TOJI FUSHIGURO -> THERE'S A LEAK!

The sink in your kitchen has been making funny noises, and whenever you try turn it on, it sprays water directly at you.

Obviously you had to call a plumber.

What you didn't expect was a tall, muscled man with smooth, black hair and a small scar on his lip, whose name tag read: Toji.

Now he was on his back, looking up into the sink, legs spread and thick arms reaching into your pipes.

You were leaning against a cupboard near him, watching him work. He moved himself forward, his dark eyes flicked up to you, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking back down at the pipe he was holding. His eyes moved over you, taking in your whole form, lingering on the curves of your body.

"You could give me a hand, y'know." He said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You quirk an eyebrow. "Sure, what do you need help with?" You ask.

He smirked at that, before gesturing to the pipe he was holding. "I need some help holding it steady. This thing's a pain to handle alone." He looked expectantly up at you, that smirk still on his face.

You let out a soft sigh before walking over to him. "What do you need me to hold?" You bend down, giving your pervy plumber a good view at your tits.

He had to stop himself from whistling, his smirk widening as he watched you bend over. He knew you knew what you were doing, and he was enjoying the view.

"Just hold the pipe steady from underneath." He said, his eyes still lingering on your chest.

"I can't reach all the way there." You frown, seeing that you'd have to almost crawl on top of him to hold the loose pipe.

Toji shot you a smirk. "So it seems, come sit on my lap. It's the only way." He purred.

He didn't wait for you to respond, his hands quickly taking hold of your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, his strong thighs enveloping vou. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place against him.

His eyes had darkened, a smirk on his lips. "Much better..."

You would have thought he had stolen one of your pipes and shoved it deep in his pockets, but no... he was just that big!

You quickly got rid of those thoughts before moving forward, reaching to hold the pipe he needed you to hold.

Toji’s breath hitched as you slid closer, his arm pulling you even tighter against him. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from groaning at the feeling of you against him. When he spoke, his voice was rough, low. "That's right, hold it like that."

You soon grabbed the pipe and held it, though you don't know how your plumber was able to focus with you almost fully parallel on him.

His grip on your waist was bruising, his hands holding you tightly as he tried to focus on the pipe. But it was difficult, with you sat so close to him. He could feel the heat of your body, the press of your curves against him, and it was making it hard to think about anything other than how much he wanted you. He gritted his teeth, his jaw flexing as he forced himself to speak. "You're doing good, keep holding it like that..."

His eyes flicked to your face, taking in your expression as you focused on holding the pipe. He liked what he saw, the way you looked, leaned over his lap like that. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his lower stomach, the feeling of you so close, and he had to bite back a low growl.

He was trying to act nonchalant, trying not to show how affected he was by you, but it was getting harder and harder to hold it all in.

"You're doing great," he repeated. "Just stay just like that."

"You know... it would bad if my husband came home and saw me. Are you sure this is alright?" You ask, looking down at the handsome man below you.

"Your husband?" He smirked up at you, his tone a mix of amusement and irritation. "Yer married?" He tightened his grip on your waist, his eyes roaming over your body as he spoke. "And how would yer husband feel, watching ya, leaned over my lap like this?"

"Oh he'd be really mad." You spoke softly.

"Even more mad if I do this?" The man raised his hips and ground them into yours, causing you to groan and almost drop the pipe. He felt you react to his movement, the soft sound that came from you made a low growl rumble in his chest.

"Oh, I bet he would be."

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "I wonder what else I could do to make him jealous..." he murmured.

You didn't miss the devious look in his eyes, and you didn't pull out of this little game you two had. "He'd be mad if you touched me more... touched me further."

He liked the look in your eyes, the way you played along with him. He hummed in agreement, his hands moving down to your hips, holding you against him. "Oh, I'm sure he would be."

One of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing more and more of your skin. "Very, very mad." "So mad." Toji had to stifle a groan when you let him lift your shirt, and when he saw your exposed breasts, so soft, needing his rough hands to play with them.

His grip on your hips tightened as he looked over your exposed skin, his eyes lingering on your breasts. He had to force himself to keep his touch light, just enough to tease you, to make you shiver and whimper.

But he was doing a very bad job of holding back. “Yeah... he'd definitely be mad." He was breathing heavily now, his hands roaming over your tits, calluses brushing your taut nipples, making soft sighs fall from your lips.

"I really want to upset him, and I'd do whatever it takes." You murmured, finger running along the waistband of his pants.

Toji smirked up at you, canines as sharp as the jagged scar on his lip. "I can think of a few ways, just lift your hips quickly, sweet thing." He said, watching as you raised your hips so he could pull his work pants down.

His black underwear went along with it, and out sprung the thickest, girthy-est and meatiest cock you had ever seen. Your eyes followed it as it swayed like a pendulum.

"Ya think you can take it? Shit, your husband probably has a pencil dick." Toji chuckled, eyeing the small bit of drool on your lip.

"You're so big. I don't know if it can fit." You whine, hand moving to his cock's base, frowning when your fingers were no where near touching.

"Sure it can, just need to see that juicy pussy and push it in. Trust me, ma. I'm a pussy professional."

His fingers went to your thin leggings, and 'riiippp', tore a hole right over yours. His fingers snuck in, feeling your bare folds glide on his fingers.

"You weren't even wearing panties, you slut. Probably always wanted to be fucked by the plumber, dirty girl." He purred, pulling his fingers away to grab his cock.

"Are you sure this is safe? I don't want to go to the doctor with any sort of pain." You huff, slowly sitting down on Toji's cock, feeling it stretch your cunt open deliciously.

"Don't worry, ya can take it. I know she's wet enough for this dick, isn't she?" Toji spoke to your pussy, feeling it clench around as you sunk further and further down onto him, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

"Never felt s-someone as big as you, hah. Not even my husband can stretch me out like this." You whine, feeling as if you were going to be torn into two. Your hands push on his tummy when he bottoms out, the both of you groaning out in unison.

"Quit yer yapping and let me fuck this pussy dumb. Might leave ya in a pile of my cum for yer husband to see."  Toji smirked before he's thrusting up into you, already reaching the tip of your cervix.

"Oh—! Mhm, mhm! Let him see how someone actually f-fucks me! Want your cum so bad." You arch your back to grind down on him, your lips fell open and wanton moans left them.

"Barely know me and wants my cum. Such a silly slut ya are," Toji's hand whips out to slap your tits, watching them jiggle and you moan. "Oh, ya like that? What a whore."

His palms swat away at your breasts, watching as they began to saturate in a flushed colour as they took more slaps, now sensitive and sore.

Your legs are bent underneath you, and you use your knees bend and move to meet Toji's thrusts. There's a soft 'pap' sound that's ongoing the more you two fuck.

His balls are cushioned under the curve of your ass, slowly filling with his cum. One of his hands goes back to the pipes while the other is now of your ass, hitting it until it turns the same shade as your tits, even through your leggings.

There's a white ring that had dripped down to the base of Toji's cock. His fingers are digging into your ass. "Fuck, ma. Yer gripping me real tight. Might need ya to call me if there are any other leaks other than this fucking pussy. Ya can call me when yer stupid husband is—fuck!— home, need him to see how to treat a s-slut." Toji groans, mouth ajar as huffs and moans slip.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I need to cum so badly! I can feel I need to—!" You threw your head back when Toji's thick fingers were rubbing fast and hard at your clit. Your toes curled against your wooden floors and you moaned.

"Already? Guess that's what happens when I unclog a pipe, she gets leaky. Heh, get i-it?" He jokes, watching as your muscles tense, falling forward onto him.

He forgets the pipes and shoots a hand out on the counter so you don't hit your head. Your tits are bouncing on his face, and Toji groans, his thrusts getting weaker.

"Cock's so good! I'm gonna—aww fuck—! Need to c-cum! I—ah—! Fuck!" Your nails dug into his pecs as you creamed around his cock, body spasming as you came, hard.

"Yeah, there yer go. Needta knock up—shit—! Gonna fill her up nice and good!" Toji groans, feeling his thighs shake before he's busting his hot and sticky load deep into your cunt. The feeling had you shiver.

When both your orgasms died down, Toji still had you sit prettily on his lap, cock still nestled in your gummy walls, clogging his cum inside while you hold the pipe, allowing Toji to finish.

After he was done, you begrudgingly slide off, feeling your shared cum drip out from you. You clench your thighs, having no leggings or underwear to hold it. "So, how much do I owe you for fixing my pipes?" You ask the man.

Toji slides out from where he is, wet stain over his pants. "Don't worry, sweet thing. Won't charge ya, but I might next time when I come fix yer shower, can hear it leaking from here." He sent you a wink, before grabbing his tool box, and leaving you stunned and flushed.

RYOMEN SUKUNA -> CHEERLEADER!

Sukuna, the captain of the football team, can't help but watch as you cheer them on. Tiny skirt flapping as you bounced, tits jiggling in the tight cheer top you wore. He played his game extra well, to impress you. He even went up to you, and said he needed to speak to you, in private.

That's why you were in the men's changing room. Sitting on one of the benches while Sukuna came out the shower, shiny and glazed with water, and boy did he look good.

"What did you need to speak to me about?" You asked, feeling your fingers curl around your pom-poms, trying so hard not to ogle at the captain.

He wiped a hand through his wet, pink hair, tattoos stretching as he did, before humming. "You know, I was watching you cheer today, and I didn't think you were as quick and flexible as all the other girls."

He walked towards you, letting the towel sit low on his waist. Even though you had just seen him fully dressed earlier, seeing him only in a towel made you realise just how toned his muscles were.

His eyes locked on yours as he stopped right in front of you. "I mean, there's some improvements that can be made."

"But I think I'm flexible. I can do all the tricks they want us to, doesn't that matter?" You ask, turning to face him.

He hummed again, moving right closer to you. You could his towering figure even better now. "Yes, but what if I think that you need extra practice?" He asked, crossing his arms. That made his biceps look more prominent, the bulge of it obvious as he stared down at you.

"I practice almost every day." You huff.

Sukuna chuckled. A sly smirk was on his face as he looked you up and down. He moved one of his hands to your chin, pulling it up so you'd look at him properly. "How about you show me some more, doll, hm? A private session." He spoke with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers down your spine as he pulled his hand away, watching you expectantly.

You nod. "Yes, I'll prove that I'm flexible and you're making it up," You snark, before standing up. You walked a few steps away, while Sukuna sat down. "Okay, I'll do a kick up," you kick your leg up, ankle above your head before it dropped down. "And now a pike." You jump, bending at the waist as you reach out and touch your toes.

He watched you in intrigue. Eyes not leaving you for a second, just completely focused on you. His elbows rested in his knees while he watched you, a very small smirk on his lips. "Pretty flexible, I'll give you that, but can you do a split?" He asked, knowing full well that would be a challenge.

"Yes, it's a pretty easy thing to do." You throw your pom-poms down before you allow your weight to drop, one leg stretched behind you while the other in front.

When you got down into the split, he had to stop himself from raising his brows in surprise. He didn't expect you to be able to do it. The position of you on the ground, legs like that... his mind started to think of stuff. But he snapped out of it.

He stood up so he was towering above, his foot was next to your hand as he watched you. 'Well, I do have a special form of practicing... if you wanted to try that?" He asked, with a smirk. You slowly got up, fixing your little skirt before walking over. "Hmm, okay. I guess we can try that if it will help me get more flexible."

Sukuna stood up and walked around behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back so you didn't move when he knelt down. He pushed your shoulders down, making you lean forward. "You need this to stretch your hamstrings." He started to stretch your leg out, pushing your ankle down so your foot was flat on the floor.

He pushed you forward some more, making you grab onto the back of your knees for support. The position made you look extra flexible. "Feel any stretch?" He asked behind you, he kept pushing you down more to see just how flexible you could be... just to see how much you could take.

"Only a little, it's not bad." You hum, staring straight at the floor.

He moved one hand to your other foot, so he was pushing on both knees and ankles, making you stay there, just as flexible as you were. He pressed a little harder, stretching you out more. The position was getting even lower and he liked it. "You sure? You don't feel anything stretching there?" He asked, in a playful manner.

You just hum.

He kept this position for a few minutes, before standing up and letting you stretch out your legs. "Seems like you are pretty flexible... but we won't know until we see your other stretches." He walked back in front of you, arms still crossed as he looked down at you. "Can you do a middle split?" He asked, now wanting to see you do that.

"Yes but l'm not the greatest at it, I might need to hold onto something when I go down, that's all."

"Sure, I'll spot you for that. I got your back..." He moved behind you and knelt back down, putting one hand on your lower back and the other grabbed you under your thigh. That made you spread your legs out more, putting them in a split position, letting him stretch you out. Your legs glided on the floor before you were sat.

You sat down, a small shiver running down his spine. Sukuna let go as he watched you, a bit of a smirk on his lips.

The position of you between his legs and down on the floor like this was making him think of some stuff. He shook his head quickly. He moved in front of you, crouching down to look at you. "Maybe we should move onto the next form of stretching? It'll help out the most." He said, in a low husky voice.

You nod and got up. "Okay... if you know what's best."

Sukuna licked his bottom lip. "Alright, I'll need you to lay on your back before lifting yourself and balancing on your hands on feet, I know it's basic but it is a flexibility test after all."

Sukuna stood and backed up a little, as you got in the correct position. He smirked a little as he knelt just in front of you, watching how flexible you were. You were pretty damn flexible... but he needed to make sure. Especially with all these dirty thoughts running through his head. He walked around until he was between your legs, staring at your tummy while your head was hidden behind your shoulders. "Very well, but there's one more thing I'll need to stretch out."

"What's that?" You asked, raising your chin to see him better.

Sukuna smirked, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric of your skirt, slowly inching it up to expose your spoiled panties— were you already wet?

He saw the small damp spot in your panties, making him smirk a bit. He moved his hand to your thighs, rubbing them. "I need this part to stretch as well..." he said in a husky voice.

You gasp, almost collapsing in on yourself but were able to keep steady. "A-Are you sure I need to be stretched out there? I don't understand why."

He hummed a little, fingers still rubbing your thigh. The wet spot was becoming more damp as he looked at it. "I would say it's a very tight area, and needs a lot of stretches..." he said, as if he meant it. Clearly it was just an excuse.

You sigh out. "Okay, you can...stretch me out there." You let your head drop down, feeling blood rush to your cheeks.

He hummed softly. He was surprised at how quickly you were to change your mind, but not complaining about it. He put his hands on your waistband, giving a small tug, but not pulling on them. He glanced up at you, making sure he wasn't pushing you too far.

When Sukuna saw no complaint, he let your skirt settle at your hips before his fingers moved to your underwear, waiting no time to push them aside.

You heard something fall, feeling the material drop at your feet before you felt skin touch your thighs— his thighs.

Gulping, you raise your head back up, eyes bulging when you saw Sukuna's thick, long cock bob between your legs.

"Just relax, doll face. Just gonna stretch you out real nice." He hummed, grabbing onto your thighs while his dripping tip pushed at your folds. Your hips roll up onto his when he pushed in, it was a real stretch, your cunt ached as it accommodated to Sukuna's massive size.

"Mm, you're stretching me out so much! I don't think it can fully fit!" You whine, mouth agape when Sukuna pushed himself further into you.

"Don't be daft, it will fit. We'll make it." He rounded his hips back before shoving himself fully into you with one thrust, sending you into a cacophony of nonsense, spewing out stuff like 'too full' or 'too big!"

Sukuna was deep inside you, his fat tip nudging at the small opening of your cervix with little strain. He watched as your cunt gripped him, his cock getting shiny with your arousal, and a barely noticeable bulge in your tummy.

"Can feel you stretching out better now. You were way too tight." Sukuna said, hips thwacking yours, the sound bouncing off the lockers.

Your toes curled. Blood rushed to your head, making you feel faint. "P-Please can we find a new posi...tion. I'm feeling lightheaded." You whine, vision blurring.

"It's just how good my dick is stretching you, but alright, I suppose." Sukuna pulled out, watching as you collapse before getting up.

He walked over to the bench again and sat down, waiting for you to follow.

Once you were near him, he grabbed at your wrist and pulled you onto him. His cock finding your puckering hole again and shoving itself in. "Aah! Give me a warning!" You moaned your complaint.

"Yeah, yeah. Just bounce on this dick, let me see you out those hips to use." He huffed.

You raised a leg, placing your foot on the bench before you bucked your hips, riding Sukuna. Your brows pinched up, and your lips poured as you continued to stretch around his monstrous girth.

Sukuna's eyes were trained on the way your skirt bounced, your tits pressed up against his pecs and the faces and noises you were making. No wonder why his whole football team was lusting over you.

His hand wrapped around your neck, his sheer strength alarmed you as he pushed you back, only holding you by your neck and hip before he began to fuck up into you. "Gripping me like a god damn slut. Does it turn you on? Being fucked by your football captain in the locker room? Anyone could walk in."

Your mouth fell open, and your tongue slipped out. The sight was utterly pornographic. "Gah—! Hah—! I feel so good!" You blabbered, arching your back and forcing Sukuna deeper into your cunt.

"Maybe I should have my boys see how flexible you are for themselves—fuck—have you real stretched out then." Sukuna groaned, fingers digging into your flesh.

He was able to balance you in his grip around your neck while his other hand snaked down and shoved your top up, exposing your bouncing tits.

"W-Wait! I need to pee!" You whined, trying to warn him.

However, Sukuna wasn't inexperienced and knew what that meant. "Just go now, gonna have you squirt on this dick."

He sat back, grabbing a leg and throwing it before twisting you around, your back facing him.

Instinctively, you grabbed your legs, all while being used like a doll. "You sure? I'm not into p—."

"Just take the fucking piss, slut. You're gonna squirt." He growled, feeling you tense up before your moans crescendoed in octaves before a clear stream sprayed out from you, it was more pleasurable than cumming.

"Oh! Just like that! So good—so good!" You whined, watching as your squirt wet your thighs and the floor below.

"Squirted and I didn't play with your clit, what a sensitive play thing." Sukuna smirked, grabbing into your hips harder before his pace began to accelerando. His sharp canines sunk into the flesh on your shoulder before he was cumming deep inside your cunt.

Just then, the door opened and in filed the rest of the football team, who didn't pay you a single glance, like you weren't there.

Sukuna whistled, sliding you off and placing you next to him. "You boys want a turn? She still needs more stretching out."

CHOSO KAMO -> WHAT ARE YOU DOING STEPBRO!

Your mother had recently married a new man—Kenjaku, now landing you with three step-brothers. Two of which were an utter nuisance, while the third was more calm, and you seldomly saw, but when you did, there was a lingering tension between the two of you, something that shouldn't happen.

Yet you two couldn't help yourselves, ogling each other over the dinner table, actions going unaware by the rest of your family.

You couldn't help yourself— he looked good. Inked stripe across his nose, his hair tousled, his dark and ringed eyes looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat, yet he remained as poised as ever.

You two had never really spoken to each other, your first encounter was a mere introduction, but it felt different, like you had some sort of connection. He was the eldest of the three brothers, a man who was so easy to look at, you began to wonder what it would be like to touch him.

The way he seemed to ogle you at the dinner table, you began to wonder if he had those same thoughts, or were you just imaging things? He seemed to have become less focused during dinner, his eyes were focused solely on you, he barely paid attention to the conversation between his other two brothers, and the rest of the family. It was as if he had become distracted by something, or someone.

He still held onto his calm, unbothered aura, but it began to feel different, like his stare was becoming more intense, he was studying you.

You needed to know if he felt the same, or if you were misjudging the whole situation, so you pick up you spoon, after dessert was brought out, and dip it into the small bit of caramel sauce before bringing it to your lips. Your eyes found Choso's again while your lips wrapped around the edge of the small spoon, trying your best to seductively lick it off.

Choso watched you intensely as you began to lick the spoon, watching how you did things so gently, as you glanced his way.

He almost looked bothered, like he was struggling to keep his composure, his breath hitched ever so slightly.

He tried to quickly return his focus back to the conversation, to seem like everything was fine, but his stare often shifted back to you, he was completely enamored by the subtle action you did.

Your mother only notice you, reaching a hand out to lightly wack your arm. "That's not how you use a spoon, and where are your manners?

You snapped your head towards your mother, your eyes growing slightly wide as she commented, you had completely forgot you were surrounded by other people, your mom even wacked your arm.

You tried to play it off, laughing slightly before putting the spoon down, acting like you were embarrassed. All your doing was for him anyways.

He still remained unbothered, watching the whole conversation between your mother and you, his eyes trailing down your form.

You could feel your heart race faster, you knew exactly who you were doing this for, and you wanted his eyes always on you, you desired for that moment—-Your brothers began to bicker, throwing slight insults at eachother, but he wasn't paying attention, his eyes remained focused on you, taking in your every move, like you were the only one alive in the room.

Then, dinner concluded, and while everyone had rushed off into their rooms, you were left to wash the dishes, even in the darkness of your house, except for the warm, flickering light in the kitchen.

The house felt oddly silent, your family had retired to their rooms, leaving you to clean up. You were doing as you usually did on dinner night.

You couldn't help but notice the kitchen wasn't completely dark, the light gently illuminated the room, as you stood at the sink, in front of the window. You had washed dishes for about five minutes, then suddenly, you weren't alone anymore.

He was here...Choso...

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, just as calm as ever, his eyes trailed up and down your body, taking in everything. You could feel his gaze burn into you—he slowly walked towards you, taking his time to approach.

He stayed quiet for a couple moments, simply observing you as you washed the dishes, eventually you felt a gentle coldness on your waist, his hands rested against you, but his touch felt like it burned at the same time.

Choso had come behind you, not saying a word, his chest pressing against your back, as he reached for the sponge in your hand.

“Let me wash the dishes for you." His voice was soft, though you could hear the slight gravel in it, and how husky it was... it felt like he was so close. His breath fanned against your neck, as his chest was pressed against your back.

You allowed him to properly take the sponge, while his other hand snuck around as he washed the dishes, leaving you trapped.

It felt like you were completely trapped, his hands worked rather fast with scrubbing the plates, leaving you locked in place. He kept you pinned against the sink, his breath slightly quickened, and you could feel his heartbeat, beating gently. He kept his body pressed against yours.

Choso worked quickly, scrubbing away at the dishes, you were the only thing on his mind. He wanted to do this for you, he wanted to be the only one to do this for you, to have this closeness with you.

Soon, he was finished with the dishes, he gently rinsed them underneath the water, he shut the water off, the gentle splashing sounds stopped, but he didn't pull away.

He stood closely behind you, feeling every breath against your neck.

"Thank you, Choso. You didn't have to." You spun around, gasping when you realised just how close you two were, close enough to count his eyelashes on his purple ringed eyes—was it makeup?

You'd never know.

He remained close, his hand rested on the sink behind you, trapping you between him and the counter. His eyes gazed down at you, before he glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes.

"I wanted to." He spoke softly again, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his eyes lingered on your lips for quite some time.

You just hum, leaning back onto the sink. "Still, you didn't have to." He stepped forward a bit, he had you practically caged in with his body, he tilted his head towards you. He could tell you felt flustered, yet he only got closer, closing any bit of space between the two of you.

His eyes trailed back down to your lips, he could hear his own thoughts, begging for a kiss.

He glanced back up at your eyes again, it felt like his own were begging, pleading, asking for permission, he knew what he was doing, yet he waited, he didn't wanna cross any boundaries you didn't want to cross. His breathing became slightly deeper, he could smell the soft scent of your shampoo, it was addicting.

Slowly, hesitantly, you slid a hand up his torso before it nestled on his collar area, your breathing grew heavy, and you batted your eyelashes. "It was very kind of you."

A small hint of a smile tugged his lips, he leaned his head down a bit, feeling the soft touch of your hand against his chest.

Choso had a soft expression on his face, though all he could focus on was your eyes, he liked the look you gave him, and that made his heart race. You were so pretty, and he was so close to doing something he had been thinking of non-stop.

His fingers gently tapped against the counter, he wanted to reach out and hold you, but he kept his self control. He glanced down at your lips again, the gentle touch of your hand against his chest, you were driving him insane. His breaths were heavier, the temptation to lean in and kiss you was overwhelming.

He was doing everything in his power to control himself, his self control was running thin, his breath was uneven now, he glanced between your eyes and lips constantly. He couldn't handle what kept building up inside, he needed to do something, but he didn't want to do anything until you wanted the same.

He was so close to you, he was practically leaning over you, completely blocking you in the sink.

The tips of his black hair brushed your forehead, and you were soon gazing up into his eyes, breath mingling with his own. "I wish you weren't my step brother." You whispered, craning your neck so your noses could touch.

Choso couldn't help himself, his head was empty, his thoughts were gone, he felt like his heart had stopped when you said that. He shut his eyes for a moment, just feeling the touch of your skin against his.

His head nodded a bit, he pressed his nose against yours, like a small act of intimacy. He had wanted you, he wanted you ever since he saw you. “...Me too."

Choso was a patient man, he never did anything rash, he never went too fast, but you were pushing him past his limits.

His hands were close to touching you, but he kept fighting it, his knuckles began to turn white as he gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted you, all of you, but he held in all his urges, he still wanted your permission.

You let your eyes flutter shut, moving closer until your lips ghosted over his. "But that doesn't mean anything to me. I want you, Choso."

The words you spoke were like music to his ears, all of his self control was gone, it was thrown away in seconds. His eyes shut completely, and slowly he gave in as he leaned into your lips, he pressed his lips against yours, and gently kissed you.

This felt like a wave of pure bliss, the moment he had been desperate for had finally happened, his hands had gently grabbed your waist. He kissed you softly, but the passion was very clear.

Then, the kiss began to grow feverish. Choso's hips were grinding into yours, your arms were wrapped around his neck and your teeth and tongues clashed.

That kiss was enough to break the dam, it was like he had unleashed some sort of demon, and now he was starving for you. In this moment, he was desperate for you. He had never felt this way, and he would do anything for this feeling.

Choso was trying his best to control himself, yet his urges only grew as he gently bit your lip.

Testing, his hands firm on your hips, spun you around, his groin grinding into your ass before his lips found yours, letting out whimpers into the kiss.

Choso was completely out of breath from these kisses, you had him completely captured, yet his hands were still gentle, but now his grip was firmer, his fingers pressing into your waist. He moved his hips gently at first, getting used to the feeling of you against him.

He wanted you, more than words could ever express, but you had him so weak, desperate.

You shifted your hips back, bumping back into his, a gasp left his lips. You moved a hand to grip his jaw, pulling him deeper into the kiss, even though your neck began to ache. "You can fuck me, Cho. I know you want to."

It was like those words had broken him, like he couldn't hold back anymore.

Choso took those words as you wanted him too, and he groaned, he took in a sharp breath, and grabbed your hips. He bit down lightly on your jaw, before kissing down your neck.

God, the things you had him feeling, it was like he had no strength left, you really had him addicted, hooked.

His hands were all over you, over your tummy, your back, your breasts, he left you panting.

He did everything he could, he left no part of you untouched, his hands roamed over every inch of your body, he wanted you, and he was not letting you go. He only broke away for air, his breaths heavy and shaky. He kissed down your neck, leaving small hickeys as if they were a mark of his possession of you.

"We...shouldn't be... doing this." He breathed, tongue lapping away at your neck while you began to shimmy your pants down.

Choso was so conflicted, between his thoughts and the pleasure you gave him. He couldn't help himself, like he was stuck in a trance, and he couldn't break out.

His breaths were heavy and quick, yet the sounds he would make were desperate as he did his best to hold himself back, to hold it in. Yet his hands gripped your waist, he was already trying to hold himself back from pinning you down right there.

"We shouldn't," your pants fell, leaving your underwear exposed, you bent forward, grinding your hips into his prominent bulge in his pants. "Doesn't mean we can't."

His breaths were uneven, he leaned in, and bit his lip in an attempt to hold in any noise as you grinded against him. He was so tempted, to shut everything else away and just go for it. He was struggling to stay quiet, just thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He tried to get closer to you, his hands moved up to feel you, to take in the shape and feel of your curves.

"What if someone hears?" Choso groaned, hoping no one came to see what the noise was, his hips bucking into yours.

He was struggling, and so were you. He was desperate, he needed you as close as possible, and his hips bucked into yours, but he tried to keep it quiet, but the sounds he was making and was trying to hold in.

He was really struggling to be quiet.

"They won't, I promise. I need you, so badly. I've been thinking dirty thoughts about you, Choso." You whimpered, feeling Choso's fingers move up your thigh and press where you need him most. The words fell right into his ears, and he groaned in response. Choso was trying to keep his voice quiet, but his voice was husky, and it felt like you were pushing him closer to the edge. He needed more of you, more of this.

He needed it.

He was getting desperate, his hands roaming, touching, wanting. He pressed against you more, but it wasn't enough, he was getting lost on you, his thoughts and his desires.

His fingers caressed against you, his ring and thumb rubbing against the fabric, but he was trying to keep himself together. His fingers were desperate, his breathing was shaky, god, he wanted to take you right here, right now.

"I've been having thoughts about you too. Ah—I feel so bad, but I can't help it." It was almost like Choso lost all consciousness as he pushed his pants down, throbbing, leaking, dripping cock springing out.

He was so in the moment, the thoughts that filled his mind were filled with you, how he could only think about you, and wanting to give himself to you fully. His breaths were heavy, and his thoughts started to become more sinful, he wanted to give you everything he had to give. He felt like he was losing himself.

He could feel just how you affected him, like there was no stopping now. He had never felt this way before, so desperate, so consumed by someone else.

Choso’s hands held your chest, and he leaned down to take your neck, he couldn't stop his movements, he had been wanting this so badly. He was getting closer to losing control, his lips kissing the side of your neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this..." Choso chanted over and over, hips bucking into yours, sucking harder onto your neck. He needed this.

Quickly, you pushed your panties down, then bent over the sink, exposed cunt against Choso's balls. "Please, Cho? Need it so bad."

He tried to hold back, he really did, but the sounds you made, those words... the way you pressed into him, his mind was going blank. His hands roamed up and down your body, like he was studying you, touching all your curves.

He could feel you, he needed you, he needed something from you that he had never wanted before. He was so desperate for anything

You moved a hand behind you, finding Choso's cock and pumping it. "F-Fine, I'll give you what you—hah—! want." Choso grabbed his cock from you, before craning it until the tip hooked onto your puckering hole. He shifted his weight on his feet while his hands held your hips.

With one thrust, he sheathed himself inside your gummy walls. "Fuck, Cho. You're so big." You whine, feeling your body rock as Choso gently but firmly fucked you.

"You're so tight—hah—! if I knew you felt this good, maybe I would've done s-something sooner." Choso groaned, hips picking up the pace as he got lost in the feeling of you. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, wet sounds ricocheted off the kitchen cabinets.

He moved both hands down to your tummy before cupping them, he then raised you by your tummy, gravity pulling down, which provided a toe curling pressure to build as it forced you to feel his cock deeper in your guts.

"Cho! Cho! You're so deep! Oh fuck!" You mewl, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your lips fell open and loud moans, family long gone from your worry, and you chanted his name.

"Y-Yeah, pretty girl. Guess I am—oh fuck—!" Choso gasped, his fingers snaking down to your neglected and throbbing clit while he strongly still pushed up into your tummy.

Your chest was pushed against the counter, cheek as well, as you took Choso's fat cock in your cunt, bullying it relentlessly. His fingers strum your clit, thighs quivering at the same rhythmic pace.

"Can't last...long. Need to cum in this pussy...the best pussy I've—!" Choso doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's finishing inside you, spilling his seed until there's no more space. With a grunt, he pulls out, watching his cum drip onto the floor. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. You didn't even—."

"Cho, it's fine. I still enjoyed it." You reassure, even though you were somewhat upset.

You watched choso nibble his lip before shaking his head. "No, it's not. I still want you to cum, but I'm a little spent...oh! I know." He is quick to grab you again, spinning you around and picking you up before you're sat on the counter.

His hands are pushing your legs apart, and his head is diving between your legs, hungrily lapping at your used and abused cunt. "Ch-Cho, what are you doing?" You asked, hands going to his head.

"Can't have you not cum, pretty. Plus I've been imagining this for a while now." He murmured into your skin, the sound sending vibrations through your clit.

Choso's lips kissed away at your clit, the tips of his teeth gently grazing it every now and then. Your fingers were messing up his hair, the dark roots askew now. Your heels dug into the cabinets below as you shifted your hips, bring Choso deeper into you.

"Ah fuck, Choso! You're really g-good!" You whine, feeling him hum.

Drool dribbled down his chin, the wet and slurping sounds were loud at this time of night. "Please cum for me, pretty girl... need to have you cum." Choso said softly, moving his head to stroke your clit with his tongue, dipping into your hole with every stroke.

"I am! I'm gonna cum! Fuck this is so so wrong, but so right! Ah—!" You threw your head back as you came on Choso's tongue, the boy drinking it all up as you came undone.

Soon you settled into a soft mess of pants, watching Choso stand up and wipe at his chin, still between your legs. "You did so well, pretty," he kissed your head, lips staying on your skin. "And I can't lie, I don't want this to be the last time we do something like this."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "Me too."

And just then, you heard footsteps. 

INO TAKUMA -> GOOD COP BAD COP!

You thought you could get away with your petty crime of stealing, but as you sped off in your hijacked car, blue and red lights flickered behind you. With a grumble you pull over, watching as a police officer with shaggy brown hair and what appeared to be a beanie walked over, baton in hand— for the incase.

You nervously bit your lip as he drew closer, until he was right by your door.

He bent down, knocking on your window.

With a raised brow he motions with the baton for you to roll down the window, the other hand holding onto the strap of his weapon. After your moment of hesitation you finally roll the window down, and he peers in. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked with a stern voice.

You give him your best smile. "No, officer. Was I speeding? I thought I was well in the speed limit." You pout.

Ino’s eyes flicked to your lips as you spoke, and he cleared his throat, a low grumble as he tapped at his notepad. "Well I know for a fact that this car is registered as stolen, that being the very reason l pulled you over. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that? Would you?" He said in a skeptical tone.

You feign a gasp. "Oh, no. I borrowed this car from a friend. I can call them or something." You lie.

He lets out a soft chuckle, raising a brow at you with a teasing smirk. "Oh-borrowed huh? From a friend? Then you won't mind me coming around the car right? To see the license plate and such? It'd just be for the report." He said but his voice had something like a challenge in it. He was definitely trying to call your bluff.

You gulped. "U-Uh, sure. You can do your job." You give him a nervous chuckle.

He nods, before walking round back and checking the plate on the license, and writing things down in a notepad before checking the front plate, coming to the side of the car, and gently tapping his baton at your side window.

"Mind if I take a peek inside, make sure you aren't hiding any contraband?" He asked. Fuck, he's onto you. Why did the police officer have to do his damn job? You just give him a slow nod.

Unlatching the door and swinging it open, he slowly crouched down, peeking his head inside from the open door. "Go ahead and raise your hands for me, please. And make sure nothing is hidden in your bra, or even pants. Would you do that for me miss?" He mused, as he gently tapped the baton at your seat.

You let out a sigh, unbuckling your seat belt and opening the door before getting out, then raising your hands. "How am I supposed to prove I'm not hiding anything with my hands up?"

"I don't know, let's start with a pat down hm?" Ino said, his voice teasing. Moving the baton under your chin he gently tilted your head up before lifting you and pinning you against the car, running his gloved hands down your body. From thighs, back to your chest.

The police officer was really touchy, and you didn't mind, maybe it would help him get off your case. Once his hands reached your chest he tapped at your chest lightly, before moving to your sides, then down your back and to your thighs again. It was a rather thorough check, you wondered what the reason was behind it, as he patted his palms down your outer thighs.

"All clear back there." He said with a smirk, before pulling away, and gently pushing you against the car again. "Now your front please."

You slowly spin around, hands still raised.

Ino’s hands went to the car first. Checking the door, then windows, before moving to your thighs again, and patting up your inner legs slowly. Until his hands were just outside that special area, before moving up to your hips. "I can't be too gentle ma'am, so forgive me." He teased as his hands reached your shirt, patting against your mid-section now.

As he finished with your shirt, tapping at your chest again. "Lift your shirt for me, please. I still need to do your lower area." He said.

It was surely protocol, but you flushed.

"I'm not...wearing anything underneath." You said, voice soft

Ino just smirked. "It's just protocol, ma'am. I won't stare too long, just need a quick check."

Something about his gaze made you feel hot and bothered, so you slowly grab the ends of your top and lift, exposing your bare breasts.

His smirk turned a bit wider as you lifted your shirt, as he kept looking, and gently touched your skin, slowly running his hands down just above your pants. "Just making an inspection. You know, contraband and all." He mused.

Ino was about to let you go when he saw the shiny gun next to your seat, hie had he not seen that before?

With a sudden realization he reached for the gun, quickly pulling it out. "Oh look, a gun? That's an interesting piece of contraband you've got here ma'am. Care to explain?" He mused, his teasing tone gone, replaced by a tone more serious.

You felt sweat bead on your forehead as you dropped your top. "I didn't even know that was there! Probably my friend's...his car after all."

He raised a brow, chuckling softly as he took out his handcuffs. "Oh? I see. I guess then, that you wouldn't be opposed to me cuffing you. So you won't suddenly run off?" He smiled at you, as he waited for your reply.

Your mouth fell open in shock. "C-Cuff me? But I'm innocent" As you spoke he gently tapped the handcuffs at your cheek, chuckling softly.

"Oh? Are you? Because with that gun next to the seat your pretty little ass was sitting on, I beg to differ. I'm going to have to take you in for questioning, and I'm afraid I'll have to cuff you, if you happen to run off. " He tutted softly.

"Unless you want something to happen to you?"

You felt him turn you around, forcibly having you bend over the hood of your car before the cold metal was wrapping around your wrists. "Please? I'll do anything to be let go."Tapping you on the shoulders lightly, he chuckled at your plead. "Anything huh?" He hummed, looking at your wrists.

"Well... I might have a way for you to be let go. But that all depends on what you're willing to do for it." He purred the last part softly.

"I'll do it! Just what is it?" You plead.

"Hm..." he hummed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently nudged his baton between your thighs, tapping you between them lightly. "I'm sure you'd know. You see... I could simply take you to the station and put you behind a cell. You'll probably have to make a court case for this gun, have a fine, or more. Or... You do a favor for me." He hummed the last line.

You aggressively nod against the hood of your car. "I'll do your favour..."

Ino smirked. "Alrighty then, I'll just need you to stay still, unless you want to go to the station?" He asked, watching you shake your head. "Good girl, now all I'm gonna do is use this pretty cunt, then you'll be as free as a bird." He purred, fingers pulling your pants down.

You gasp when you felt the cold night air brush your ass and cunt, that was embarrassingly wet. You heard Ino tut behind you.

"My, my, what a bad girl you've been, wet already and all I did was cuff you, and pat you down? Dirty girl. Might need to see that pretty pussy more." Ino said.

You felt something hard push and spread your folds, you had not heard his zipped and it felt different.

Realisation dawned on you—he was going to use his baton. The cold metal made you shiver as it prodded at your hole, your eyes widened when you felt it breach your cunt, sinking in about three inches before it was pulled right out, a string of your arousal attached to it before it snapped and broke.

You couldn't even prepare for the impact until a stinging pain blossomed from your right ass cheek.

"Mhm, so far everything checks out, but I'll need a deeper investigation." Ino murmured before chucking his baton into your car. You heard him fumble around with his belt until his pants fell, Ino tugged at his boxers and his cock spring free. Flushed tip and veiny.

You heard him hum to himself as he grabbed your hips, his tip pressing where you needed him most.

You moaned as he pushed himself in, before his hips were stuttering back the thrusting forward. Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out, your cunt spasming around him.

"O-Oh, yeah. Why does the naughtiest one have the best pussy? Ah, shit!" Ino moaned, hips snapping into yours.

His fingers found the chain of your handcuffs before pulling at it. His one foot then raised to rest on the ledge by your tire, now fucking you at a new angle.

Anyone could drive by and see the horror of a police officer fucking a criminal, the thought had you clenching and your mouth forming a small 'o'.

A static beep came from Ino's walkie-talkie, with a whimper of a complaint, he pushed the button. "This is Officer Takuma, o-over...yeah...mhm!...suspect is detained, over." He groaned when the officer on the other end stopped talking, now throwing his head back as he savoured your warm cunt around his dick.

"Hah—oh—! Do you f-fuck all criminals you catch?" You ask, feeling drool dribble from your lips and onto your car, your wrists crying out in pain.

"No...just you, naughty girl. Though I might need to pay you special visits in prison—aww fuck— keep you in line." Ino let out pants, watching the way your cunt ate his dick.

You moaned loud, the sound almost hurt your throat when his hands slapped your ass, this time with his bare hands. Ino's fingers dug into your hips hard as he fucked you, his thick cock stretching your cunt to its limits. His balls slapped against your wet, puffy clit, eliciting pornographic sounds.

Sticky arousal leaked from your cunt and onto your car and his balls, making them slick.

Plapping and schlupping noises echoed into the night as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten, and Ino's balls to grow heavy with seed.

"Ohh...ah! I'm gonna cum—fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, feeling white voltage soar through your veins as you orgasmed, your nails scraping the painted layer of your car.

"Fuck—! Me too, I'm gonna cum in this—shit!—pussy, need to make you a cute, mommy inmate—fuck!" Ino shuddered as he came, cum pumping into your cervix and womb, feeling you to the brim with his milky cum.

He didn't stop his thrusts until he ran dry, before he dropped his leg and pulled out, cum oozing from your puckering hole that was stretched open to his size.

Ino helped you pull your pants up, cum coating your underwear, before his, before he tugged at your handcuffs. "Come on, time to lock up the slut."

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 9: Wedding Bells or Gong of Destruction?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter nine of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (a few times), Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC, pining, fluff, some angst.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Philadelphia 1941

You paced at the foot of your bed, wringing your hands together, heartbeat frantic against your ribcage as your world seemed to spin to a stop. You didn't know whether you wanted to laugh or cry, scream or sob, throw up or have a stroke. Your entire body was electrified with your nerves, popping and crackling loud in your ears as the impulses jumped from synapse to synapse with ease.

And it was Howard's fault.

After three years of courting, of you trying to make up excuses to lengthen the distance between you two, of trying to find a way out, of trying to find a way to tell Ben that you loved him, it had finally happened, Howard had proposed. It wasn't out of the blue, you had been courting long enough and you were well past the age of usual engagement, something your mother continued to point out, but that didn't make any of this any easier.

Your eyes drop to the offensive chunk of jewelry on your left hand. Not only was it the ugliest ring you’d ever seen, but it was from the wrong man. You knew that deep down in your bones, knew it the second Howard came to Sunday night dinner and dropped to one knee in front of you. Hell, you knew it the second you met Howard for the first time. He was nothing compared to Ben, no one was.

You had looked Howard in the eye stunned, unable to speak, then raised your eyes to your father and mother hoping to find your voice and a plausible excuse, but before you could give him the honest answer you knew in your heart to be true, your mother had shouted "Of course she will!"

Because she's controlled everything else about my life, of course she'd do this as well.

Your tried again not to think about how ugly the ring and how it was utterly wrong for you in every way. When Howard dropped to one knee and opened the velvet box, all you could think of was Ben. You wondered what ring Ben would have chosen for you and wondered if the ring from him would have been right.  He knew you better than anyone else.

Which begged the question: shouldn't your fiancé?

You tried not to compare your best friend to Howard, because you knew who would win. Every time you began to compare them, Ben had more pros than Howard did. But you couldn't keep waiting for Ben, didn't want to. Howard was promising you a future, a family, marriage-

A loveless one. The thought is immediate and makes your heart seize in your chest.

You knew that a marriage with Ben would be different, filled with passion, romance, love-

But he doesn't love you. So basically if Ben married you it would be the same for him as you marrying Howard. A one-sided love.

Despite dating Howard, you still allowed Ben in your life. Ben stayed over whenever he wished, walked with you to the park, stole you away for drinks in the bar down the street where Howard wouldn't be caught dead in, and took you to the occasional baseball game. Howard didn't drink and he didn't like being outside. Those moments with Ben made you feel more alive than you'd ever felt and then you'd meet Howard later and try to summon the enthusiasm to sit with him at dinner, all the while you were still buzzing with happiness from seeing Ben.

It made you feel like a traitor, feeling that good and thinking about another person while Howard tried to be everything you wanted.

Whenever Howard would kiss you goodnight, it made you feel like you were kissing a statue, cold, unfeeling, and despite his attempts to slide his tongue in your mouth it was passionless. And it made you think about what Ben said about Howard's name and what he would be like in bed, as improper as it was. You think back to all the moments you and Ben had been pressed against one another when you woke up in the morning, how perfectly you fit against him. Whenever Howard tried to hug you or hold you close it was all wrong. He wasn't tall enough or broad enough, not to mention sometimes you thought if he'd even be able to pick you up. Howard was more lanky than muscular, certainly not as strong as Ben, who picked you up one time on a dare from Adam when you were all really drunk.

Howard didn’t make you feel warm when he touched you accidently, he didn’t make you feel brave whenever your mother was around, and he certainly didn’t make you feel as happy as you did when you were with Ben. Not to mention he never let you draw him, said that there were more important things that he could be doing rather than siting there posing for you.

Howard wasn’t spontaneous. He’d show up exactly on time, call when he said he would, time every single minute of your dates and he certainly never tried to surprise you the way Ben did. The only time Howard ever seemed excited about anything was when he was talking about the fiscal progress of the United States in comparison to Europe, which he weaseled into every conversation you had together.

Even when he asked you to marry him it sounded more like a business proposal than a happy moment. You always thought that when you got engaged the other person would make at least some confession of love. He hadn’t done that. Howard successfully sucked the life out of a moment you thought you would remember forever. You couldn’t even remember what he said before he got on one knee, just the awkward silence and the feeling of dread that clamped tight around your heart when he asked you the question that ruined your life.

Legally am I bound to this, because technically my mother said yes for me?

You wondered if Howard proposed because the U.S was finally joining in the war or if he genuinely loved you. He brought by flowers often, roses even though you liked lavender more, brought by caramels even though you liked chocolates, and sent you books on the financial history of the United States that were helpful when you couldn't sleep at night, they sent you right off, not to mention you'd started sketching street scenes in the pages making them much more interesting, but you weren't going to show Howard that. His head would probably explode.

You sigh again, pacing faster at the end of your bed.

Howard wanted a quick wedding within the week before he shipped out to military training on Friday, and maybe you should be scared about your fiancé going to war, but the only person you were worried about was Ben. He'd probably also join the military to prove something to his father and take your heart with him when he left. You knew that Ben was the only one you wanted to hold your heart in his hands.

You look back down at the ring on your finger, filled with dread and thoughts about a passionless future.

How am I going to tell Ben?

The tap on your window is familiar, but frightens you, because you didn't know how to tell him or how he'd react. Each time you brought up Howard around him, Ben would make a sarcastic comment and change the subject. You think about the night you danced together, when Ben said that you couldn't be Howard's and also his friend.

Does that mean he'll never want to be apart of my life when we get married?

The thought makes your heart break. You couldn't imagine a life without Ben and you didn't want to, but you could image a life without Howard.

Ben is crouched in the window, a wide smile on his face,  but this time he doesn't wait for you to let him in, he rolls up the window himself and he crosses the room to hug you.

The hug surprises you. You were usually the one that initiated them, but the hug breaks something in your chest and you hug him back tighter than you ever had to stop the tears from falling, pressing your face into his rumpled suit.

"Hey Sweetheart." Ben pulls back, but frowns when he looks at your face. "What's wrong?" Ben's hand gently cups your cheek, trailing warmth where his fingertips touch. You're surprised at the boldness of his touch, but you ascribe it to the alcohol, given the sharp tang of whiskey that floats through the air between you.

"Nothing." You clear your throat, stepping back so his hand falls and covering your ring finger on your left hand with your right nonchalantly. "How are you?"

Ben frowns for a minute at your reaction, but then shakes it off. "I've got great news." He smiles so wide that it makes the urge to cry rise in the back of your throat again.

You knew that as soon as you married Howard he would forbid you from seeing Ben. He already had after the night at the dance hall, but you didn't pay attention to him. Unfortunately, you knew that once you were married you wouldn’t be able to defy his wishes. You respected what marriage represented far too much to cross that line.

"Um me too." You smile tightly, your heartbeat so loud you wonder if Ben can hear it.

"Oh. Well-" Ben begins to say, wanting to let you talk.

"No. Please, you go first."

He won't tell me what news he has if I say my piece about Howard.

"Well, I've been thinking about what you said to me the other day about trying to figure out what I want-"

You remembered the conversation clearly. It was another day at Fairmount Park and it was an attempt to get Ben to start thinking about his future, though when you had told him to figure out what he wanted you hoped that it meant he would consider you, consider turning your friendship into something more. Your heart surges, hoping that this is it, this is Ben finally saying that loves you, that he wants to be with you.

"And I'm finally going to make something of myself." Ben's green eyes shine brightly with his excitement.

"Huh?" Your heart sinks.

"I talked to my dad." You don't miss the way Ben's jaw tightens when he says it. "And I've decided to enlist-"

"Enlist! Ben-" It takes all you have to beg him not to go, not to leave you here. Because you knew that you couldn't live without him and the thought that he would die overseas in a war destroyed you.

"Wait, listen." Ben smiles wider, confusing you. "My dad has friends in the war department, friends that are looking for volunteers for a military project."

"A military project?"

"It's a serum or an injection that's supposed to make us stronger, better-"

"What do you mean?" You ask mildly confused. You hadn't heard of the government announcing any kind of experiments or projects in the newspapers. Surely Howard would have told you about it, he was always boring you with things like that.

"I'm a not a scientist" Ben shakes his head. "But all I know is that they're looking for volunteers and they want men and women."

Surprise flits through your mind. It was odd that they were also asking for women. Although you knew that the military was beginning to accept women in their ranks, it was still surprising that they wanted female volunteers for a government project. Especially if they were experimenting on them.

Like lab rats?

"What are you saying?" You're still confused as to what he's trying to tell you, unusual given the fact that you were usually very good at reading him.

"I want you come with me." Ben can hardly contain his excitement, his smile is so wide it nearly splits his face.

It was the last thing you expected him to ask. "What?" You blink.

"I don't want to do this without you." He says in a tone that makes your heartbeat stop. "And I want you to come with me." He repeats.

Your immediate reaction is to scream yes, let him take you away from all of this, but then you remember Howard, and your mother and feel the weight begin to settle on your shoulders again.

"Ben I can't." It breaks your heart to say it to him, to watch how his face falls.

“Why not?”

"Howard is-"

"Come on, you really think things are going to work out with that son of a bitch?" Ben shouts so loud you're afraid that he'll wake up your parents.

"He loves me-" You begin to say, the urge to cry coming back strong, burning against your eyes. Because now it was that you were choosing Howard over him, even though you didn't want to, it was what your mother wanted. The future she laid out for you.

"You don't know that." Ben snaps, rolling his eyes.

"Ben, he-" You struggle to find your words, taking in a deep breath to strengthen your voice. "He- he proposed. I mean it's been three years, we're both of age-"

Ben's eyes drop to your left hand and this time you uncover your hand so he can see the engagement ring. His shoulders tense and the muscle in his jaw clenches and unclenches.

"When did he ask you?" Ben says in almost a growl.

"Tonight. He came to dinner, my mother is so excited-" You successfully keep the tremor from your voice, but it quickly feels like you're running out of air.

"But you're not." Ben mutters

"Of course I am-" Your voice cracks with emotion.

"No you're not." Ben raises his gaze to look at you.  "I know you." The look in his eyes is unfamiliar, almost afraid.

But Ben isn't scared of anything. You try to remember a moment that he acted afraid, the only time is the memory of when you first met, when his father was looking for him and you lied to help him hide. Ben was fearless, it was something that you admired about him. You could always rely on him to have your back, be strong when you knew that you couldn’t be. To see him afraid was different.

"Ben-" You try again.

"Please." His jaw clenches together. "Don't marry him. Come with me."

"What?" You blink a few times to comprehend what he's asking.

Is he saying that he wants me to marry him? To run away with him?

"You're worth a hundred of him and I don't want to do this without you."

"Ben you're asking me to give up my future, my life-" You say trying to strengthen your resolve.

As unwelcome as Howard's proposal was, it was a future of sorts, what Ben was asking you was to dive into the unknown and you weren't sure if you were strong enough to do that. To leave everything you knew behind you and go with him. But apart of you was thrilled. Maybe it meant that Ben cared for you, needed you and this was the only way that he knew how to tell you. The three little words jump to the tip of your tongue again, the words you wanted to say when you danced together under the twinkling lights all those nights ago.

"You mean the future your mother wants for you." Ben sighs.

"Ben-"

"You’ve been trying to please her your whole life. Please don’t do this for her. Don’t marry him for her." Ben says, trying to catch your gaze, but you look down at his chest for a minute.

"But-"

"You are worth more y/n. And even if she can’t see your worth I can."

"Ben-"  You look back up at him, trying to find the courage to tell him that you love him.

He stares back at you, green eyes wide and honest before he takes your hands. They're warm and rough, familiar in the best way. "Tell me that you want him. You’ve never lied to me before and I don’t think you’ll start now."

Your words die on your tongue, because you know that you can't lie to him, you never could.

"Is that really what you want? To spend the rest of your life with him? If it is I'll leave, but I want to hear you say it." His eyes are filled with promises that make your voice catch in your throat, like two blazing green fires that see through you. Ben might have acted aloof with other people, but he always paid attention to you and knew what you were thinking.  No one knew you as well as he did, well except for the most obvious thing.

No it's not what I want. All I want is to be with you. The thought is immediate.

"But what about my mother-" You say, squeezing his hands.

"If you come with me, you'll never have to worry about her ever again." He says. By now tears are trickling down your cheeks, frustration and confusion building in your chest. Ben was promising you a future with him, but you couldn't understand if he was doing it because he wanted to be more or if he wanted you with him because you were his friend.

He drops your hands and instead brushes away your tears from your eyes. "I know you don't want to marry him."

"I don't." You whisper. "But I don’t know if I'm strong enough for this-"

“Do you trust me?”

Your hands come up to the front of his chest before you can stop yourself, feeling the warmth that surges underneath your palms. “Of course I do.”

His eyes are inviting, pleading, filled with emotion. "I swear that I will be strong enough for the both of us." His hands cup your cheeks. "I swear that I will look out for you like I always have.  I swear that I will never leave you. And I don't want to leave you behind. Please y/n. Come with me." The earnest look in Ben's eyes makes you cry harder, but you know that all you want is to go with him.

You don't want him to go and leave you here, where no one understands and the future that you see is cold, emotionless, and the path dark. You see the coming years with Howard, living together, having children, lunching with other women you hardly know and talking about nothing that mattered.

When you were with Ben everything you talked about seemed important, every moment with him was fused with wonder and expectation, you were never disappointed and were always excited about what you would do together even if it was something as mundane as sitting on a bench with Ben talking while you painted. You could imagine spending the rest of your life with him.

But could he imagine the same thing with you?

The future you see with Ben is warm, inviting, filled with promises you know that he’ll keep because he’s never broken a promise to you no matter what.

But you wonder if it's the promise that you want.

You stand there in the silence of his plea, hearing the ticking of the clock on your bedside table, the sound of cars outside your window, and the sounds of the night vibrate through you bones.

He wasn’t saying that he loved you. He wasn’t confessing his love. He wasn’t making a promise to marry you.

But maybe this was his way. Ben had never been the best at expressing what he was feeling, but the look in his eyes, the way his fingers hold your face to his-

It spoke volumes.

“Yes.” You whisper. “I’ll come with you.”

Ben’s smile breaks your heart as he pulls you tightly against him, laying his head on top of yours as he hugs you and sets every nerve ending on fire. Because the hug is different. It’s filled with the unspoken words between you, the memories you’ve shared, and the great unknown that stretches beyond both of you.

And you cling tight to him, the only part of your future that’s certain.

Or so you thought.

a/n: I know, I know there's a lot of unresolved tension.😂 I promise it will all make sense and that it is going somewhere. But I will say the next few chapters are kinda... rough and are painful to write, but I can't wait for y'all to read them.

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[carry-the-sky]

go spin the wheel, see where it lands—

Here's the thing about time: it's always running out. He felt it even as a kid, this urgency moving through him, around him. Always just ahead. He'd catch up, if everything else would just slow the hell down. But there are rules, and rule number one is that time tends to be, well, linear. Directional. Things get a bit messy when it's not.

Four seconds. That was rule number two, and the consequences for breaking it are— bad. To put it lightly.

He doesn't exactly have a choice. Or, he does, but if it's between breaking the rules or not, watching everything he loves get ripped away or digging in, claws first— well. He knows a thing or two about fighting dirty.

So, no, it's not a choice. It's immutable, like gravity. Time. A strict progression from cause to effect.

Ekko breaks rule number two.

And the line becomes a circle.

.

He thinks it's a dream, the first time. What else would it be? She fell. She's gone.

She's here now, though. Whole and happy and here, running a hand through her chopped-short hair. That single streak of magenta hits him where it hurts, square in his chest. You can't feel pain in a dream, can you?

"You're back," she says, without looking up. She's lying on her stomach, sketchbook open, a whirling kaleidoscope of color on the page in front of her. "Took you long enough."

"Was I gone?" Ekko says.

She actually laughs at that, the sound filling up his ears, warm and bright. "Benzo was starting to worry, not that he'd ever admit it. Big ol' softie." Her hand flashes, chalk sticks arcing across the page. "You seem to have that effect on people."

He shakes his head. "I don't. I'm not—"

She scribbles faster, fingers stained pink and blue and every shade in between. "You know, for a smart guy, you're kinda dumb."

"Ouch."

"I still like you, though."

This is a nice dream. Maybe the only nice dream he'll have again.

"I miss you," he says, dredging the words up from some sunless space inside him. "I didn't tell you before."

Her hand slows to a stop. From where he's standing, Ekko can only see a few snatches of detail on the page; a fuchsia smile, twin blue braids.

"I'm right here, buster," she says, not looking up. Grinning softly at her hands. "Never left, actually."

The circle wobbles, shifts out of focus. Time and space folding in on each other like paper cranes.

When he blinks, Powder is gone.

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Too late. It's always, always too late.

.

"It's you," she says, the next time.

They're somewhere green, somewhere he's never been. A part of the Undercity that doesn't exist where he's from, that never existed.

"Uh." He blinks against the sun. "It's me, yeah."

"Seriously?" Beside him on the lawn, she pops up on an elbow, scrutinizing him. "You still don't get what's happening? Sheesh, hopping dimensions really does do a number on the noggin."

Okay, this is a weird dream. Still, as long as he keeps her talking, as long as he has sun on his skin and grass beneath him, he doesn't really care. He'll take weird. He'll take whatever he can get.

"Noggin, right," he laughs. "Synapses. Drunk slugs."

Powder scrunches up her nose like she's trying not to laugh. "Alright, I give. If you wanna dance around the giant elephant in the room, be my guest." She turns her head into her arm, a shield from the sun. Between them, their hands brush in the grass, pinky fingers tangling together. "Next time, though."

Ekko hums, content. More than that— happy. Overflowing with it. Then he frowns. "Wait. Next time?"

Paper cranes, folding in and in and in.

"Dummy," he thinks he hears her say before she disappears.

.

"So when you said 'hopping dimensions', you meant—"

"Yeah."

"And that means—"

"Yeah."

Ekko spins in a circle, arms thrown out wide. "But— how? All of this, the lab, the tech— it shouldn't exist here. Heimerdinger made sure—"

"Hey, you're the genius," Powder says. "I just live here."

Four seconds. He lets it sink in for four seconds—she's whole, she's happy, she's here, at least in this tiny pocket of space and time—before he's crossing the space between them and pulling her into a bruising hug. Her breath puffs out in mild surprise, and then she's hugging him back, arms cinching tight around him. I won't forget this. But he's already started to. He drops his head to her shoulder, breathing her in, every tiny detail. He won't make the same mistake twice.

Her eyes are wet when they untangle. Ekko swipes at his cheek to find that his are, too.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry. I thought I saved you, but it wasn't— I wasn't—"

"Don't," she says fiercely. "Don't do that. Not with me, not here. I meant what I said, okay? You're a good one, Ekko. You don't give up on people. If I'm— if the other me is— then there was nothing you could've done to change it. That was always gonna be how the story ended."

The tears are a river, streaming salt down the slope of his nose and into his mouth. "I was too slow. I'm always too damn slow."

Powder's hands are on his face, her lips kissing the salt from his cheeks, his eyelids. "The boy savior," she murmurs. "It's not your job to save everyone, you know. But I love you for trying."

She's fading, or maybe he is. Time and space, a never-ending anomaly. But there are constants, too, things that keep the universe spinning. Rules worth breaking.

He feels it, this time. It's like someone's scooping out his insides, rearranging his atoms. Like he's being wiped clean, unmade. Hollowed out so that some other him can be stuffed into his skin. Four seconds is all it takes, or maybe four million.

I love you. I love you, too.

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He tells her for real, when he sees her again.

"I know," she says, elbowing him in the ribs. Her cheeks are dusky-pink. "Following my lead, huh?"

He looks at her, really looks. Every detail; the dainty point of her chin and the dusting of freckles across her nose and her eyes, big and bright and blue.

"Always," he says.

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Time and space. Paper cranes, folding and unfolding, creasing the lines of reality. Some rules can't be broken, but they can bend a little.

Here's one: when you die, you stay dead.

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He must be dreaming. She's standing right in front of him, in this dimension, on this plane of existence, real and whole and here. Her hair is still short, all of it blue.

Four seconds. He holds his breath for four seconds, and then: "Jinx."

"Hey, buster," she says.