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Maybe Using Magic Isn’t That Bad… Not When It’s Just The Two Of Us

***NSFW - MDNI***

Agatha x Reader 💜

With the Saturday night dance party over, and Nicki & Ella finally tucked up in bed, what started as playful teasing quickly turns into something more...especially when your magic gets involved.

A/N: I had no intention for this to decend into smut central… it was supposed to be cute and fluffy… clearly my mind had other ideas. Oopsie 🙈😏

Saturday evenings in our house were always “something”.

Not the “witchcraft and chaos” kind of “something” Agatha revelled in... well, not just that... but the good kind. The kind where our living room became a dance floor, the music was too loud, on this occasion Pink Pony Club, a small disco ball spun, and any sense of decorum flew right out the window.

And tonight...was no exception.

Ella was perched on my hip, giggling uncontrollably as I spun and tipped her in time with the beat. Her little hands clung to my shoulders, her brunette curls bouncing with every move. She wasn’t even trying to dance anymore, she was just enjoying the ride, possibly thinking I was her very own “pink pony”.

Nicki, on the other hand, was locked in an ambitious battle with Agatha, attempting a step-cross-leg manoeuvre that neither of them were doing particularly well at. Agatha towered over him, her longer legs working against Nicki’s as he stubbornly tried to keep up and not trip over her feet.

The result? Absolute, silliness.

“Kid, if I stretch you just a teensy bit, I think we might nail this,” Agatha teased, her blue eyes flashing with mirth.

“Hey! No magic!” I shot her a look, though my amusement was hard to hide. “This is a magic-free dance floor.”

Agatha huffed dramatically, clutching her chest as if I had just shot her.

“You wound me, hon. Truly.”

“You’ll live.” I smirked, twirling Ella one last time before setting her down so she could run to Nicki and Agatha.

Nicki, determined to master the step, dragged Ella into the mix, her tiny feet mimicking his with unwavering enthusiasm. This was what it was all about. Not the spells, not magic, not the thrill of bending reality to our will.

Just this… the four of us.

I watched as Agatha’s expression softened, her ever-present smirk shifting into something… gentler, something unguarded. There were no sharp smirks, no teasing, no wicked little grins that she wore like armour. Just her, just Agatha, playing with our kids. Being soft in a way she rarely let herself be… that very few people got to see.

And god, it kills me how much I love her in moments like this.

Because I know her past. I know she isn’t perfect. I know she’s done terrible things, that she’s hurt people, taken what she’s wanted without caring about the consequences. And yet, here she is, with her arm around our son and daughter making up crazy dances, as laughter ripples out of all three of them, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She caught me watching her, and in true Agatha fashion, cocked a knowing brow.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

She left Nicki & Ella, and prowled toward me, slipping an arm around my waist before I could protest.

“You were having a moment.”

I rolled my eyes. “I was not.”

“Oh, you so were.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What was it this time? Overwhelmed by my stunning dance skills? Enchanted by my presence?”

“More like overwhelmed by your complete lack of rhythm.”

Agatha gasped. “How dare you.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around her neck. “Face it, you’re powerful, brilliant, ridiculously sexy… but… you dance like a drunk cat.”

She grinned. “But you love me anyway.”

I sighed dramatically. “Against my better judgment.”

The music swelled around us, but for a moment, it was just the two of us. No magic, no responsibilities—just Agatha, in my arms, her hands resting at my hips like they belonged there.

“I love you,” she murmured, so low I barely caught it.

My heart did that stupid, crazy thing where it forgot how to function properly, missing a beat. Of course I knew she loved me, but those three little words were never something she threw about easily.

“I love you too.”

Nicki’s voice broke through before she could kiss me.

“Ew! Mom and Mama are being gross again!”

Ella giggled, clapping her hands over her eyes.

“We have to do something about their timing.” Agatha groaned, burying her face in my shoulder.

I just laughed, tugging her back into the dance party and the chaos of our two kids, before she could plot something truly wicked.

***

It had gotten late. We’d managed to get the kids in bed fairly hassle free. Nicki had crashed mid-sentence, mumbling something about being the best dancer in the family, and Ella had insisted on one last bedtime story before her eyes, that were so like Agatha's, betrayed her and fluttered shut.

Now, the house was still. Not silent… never truly silent with the lingering energy of two overactive kids, but still enough that I could finally relax. Agatha stood in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of wine before handing me one, the deep red liquid catching the dim kitchen light as I took a slow sip.

I leaned back against the counter, eyes drifting through the open archway into the living room; a battlefield of discarded blankets, scattered toys, the disco ball still spinning, and upturned cushions.

Agatha followed my gaze, her smirk lazy, knowing.

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

She was right. It could wait. But something about ending the night with the house in disarray made my fingers twitch… my magic spark. So, with a subtle flick, the room righted itself. Cushions fluffed and stacked back on to the sofa, the coffee table straightened, the disco ball stopped and materialised inside the cupboard. The craziness of earlier now looked like nothing more than a memory.

I barely turned my head before I felt it—Agatha’s eyes on me, her smirk widening as she took a slow sip of her wine.

“Using magic, are we?”

I shrugged, pretending I didn’t feel the way her gaze sent warmth curling through me.

“I like waking up to a clean house.”

Agatha set her glass down with an amused chuckle, stepping into my space, her hands resting lightly on the counter on either side of me.

“Mm. Sure. That’s the reason.”

I arched a brow. “And what other reason would there be?”

Her smirk deepened. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you just enjoy it.”

She leaned in, her voice dropping just enough to make my breath catch.

“Maybe it’s not so bad, using what you were born with.”

I rolled my eyes, tilting my head back slightly.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?” she teased, her lips just brushing against my jaw before pulling back. “I’m just saying, for someone who claims they don’t like usung their magic freely, who would rather do things the “normal” way, you sure didn’t hesitate.”

I huffed, lifting my glass to my lips again. “It’s practical.”

“It’s magic.”

“Magic can be practical.”

Agatha tilted her head, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the countertop beside me.

“And yet, when I use it to summon a bottle of wine instead of walking to the kitchen, you give me that look.”

I bit back a smile. “That’s different.”

She scoffed, feigning offence. “How?”

I swirled the wine in my glass, meeting her blue gaze with a knowing smirk of my own. “Because when you use magic, you always take it a step too far.”

Agatha clutched her chest, staggering back a step.

“How dare you?”

“Example, you magicked Mrs Hart’s garden gnome into an actual gnome, Agatha.”

“In my defence, he was boring, and Nicki and Ella loved it.”

I shook my head, laughing softly as she stepped back into my space. She nudged my glass aside just enough to steal a quick sip before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed, savouring the wine. “Practical or not, I like it when you use magic.”

I let out a small sigh, resting my forehead against hers for just a moment. “You would.”

She grinned. “Of course, I would.”

I watched as Agatha picked up her wine glass, her fingers curling around the delicate stem. She took a slow sip, eyes locked onto mine over the rim, that ever-present smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Then, without a word, she turned to walk away.

What happened next… I don’t think I could have controlled it even if I’d wanted to. Let’s just say that deep rooted instinct “that I was born with” kicked in.

Agatha barely had time to process before she was spinning back toward me, my magic curling around her like an invisible ribbon. She stopped just inches away, her blue eyes flickering with something between amusement and intrigue.

“Oh?” she murmured, head tilting as that wicked smirk continued to play on her lips. “Now who’s taking things a step too far?”

I stepped closer, slow, deliberate, my own smirk mirroring hers.

“Did you think you were going somewhere?”

Her eyes dipped to my mouth for just a fraction of a second before locking back onto mine, her breath steady but charged.

“Maybe. But you seem to have other plans.”

I lifted my hand, magic humming in my fingertips as I plucked her wine glass from her grip without touching it, letting it float over to rest beside mine on the countertop. She watched it land, then turned back to me with an arched brow.

“Oh, look at you,” she murmured, voice dripping with something almost sultry. “Using magic without a care.”

I laughed, stepping in until there was barely any space between us. “Seems you’re a terrible influence.”

“I certainly try,” she whispered, eyes glinting in the low kitchen light.

She didn’t pull away. Neither did I.

Instead, I reached up, fingers ghosting along the sleeve of her deep green sweater, tracing the wool before slipping lower, to the warmth of her wrist. Agatha let out a breath, not quite a sigh, not quite a laugh, as I slowly walked her back toward the counter.

Her hands found my hips first, then my waist, her touch familiar, teasing, taunting.

“So,” she drawled, eyes never leaving mine, “what exactly are your plans?”

I grinned, tilting my head slightly as I let my magic flare again—not enough to startle her, but enough to send a playful spark up her spine.

“I thought you liked it when I used magic.”

Agatha let out a low hum of approval.

“Oh, I do.”

“Then stop talking.”

And for once, she actually listened.

I ran my fingers back up her sleeve, slow and deliberate, letting my magic tingle against her skin like the faintest brush of static. Agatha inhaled sharply, her breath catching for just a moment—not because she was surprised, but because she liked it.

I smirked, letting my fingers trail higher, up the curve of her neck, where I felt the rapid thrum of her pulse beneath my touch. Then her jaw, where she tilted her head slightly into it, anticipation curling between us. And finally, across her lips.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, her breath warm against my fingertips.

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N,” she murmured, lips parting just enough for her voice to slip through, low and dangerous.

I hummed in response, trailing my fingers back down to her collarbone, then pressing my palm flat against her chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath beneath it.

“Funny,” I mused, tilting my head. “I thought you were the dangerous one.”

Agatha’s eyes blinked open, dark and smouldering, her smirk creeping back. “Oh, I am,” she purred. “But you… you’re finally starting to realise that you are too.”

I leaned in, close enough that my lips barely brushed hers, our noses ghosting, but not quite closing the distance. The air between us crackled, magic humming, but neither of us were in a hurry to break it.

Then, because I couldn’t resist, I let my magic flare again, just a whisper of power tracing along her skin, making her shiver.

Agatha let out a quiet, breathy laugh.

“Oh, I really like this side of you.”

I grinned. “Thought you might.”

She made a sound—half approval, half impatience, before she finally closed the space between us, her lips pressing against mine in a kiss that was slow but intent, teasing but undeniable with what she wanted.

My fingers curled into the wool covering her body, pulling her in, and Agatha let me—for now. But I knew her. Knew that any second now, she’d turn the tables, take control, push back just to see how far I’d let her go.

That was the game she played, we played.

The one we both loved.

I fingered the hem of her sweater, my touch slow, teasing, before I finally tugged it upward. She didn’t stop me—didn’t hesitate—just lifted her arms to let me pull it over her head and toss it aside.

The moment it was gone, she was on me again, her hands slipping around my waist as she pulled me into another kiss. This one was deeper, more intent, her lips parting against mine as if she had no interest in keeping space between us.

When she finally broke away, her breath warm against my skin, I felt it... A shift, a pulling in the fabric of my shirt that I wasn’t responsible for.

I glanced down just in time to see my buttons undoing themselves, one by one, the fabric falling open to expose my skin.

My breath hitched, heat pooling low in my stomach, and when I lifted my gaze, Agatha was watching me with a smirk—one that matched my own.

“I see we’re not bothering with patience tonight,” I murmured, my voice lower than I intended.

Agatha hummed, reaching out to trace a finger along the navy lace of my bra, her touch featherlight.

“I’d argue I’ve been very patient,” she countered, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re the one who started playing with magic.”

I bit my lip, watching the way her fingers teased at the lace, her gaze dark, considering.

“So what happens next?” I asked, my own hands slipping to her waist, feeling the warmth of her bare skin beneath my palms.

Agatha leaned in, her lips barely ghosting over mine, her breath sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Oh, hon,” she purred, her fingers slipping lower, dragging over my stomach with just enough pressure to make me ache.

“What doesn’t happen next?”

I couldn’t stop the involuntary moan that slipped from my lips at Agatha’s words. That wicked, knowing smirk of hers deepened, as if she had expected that reaction, as if she had been waiting for it.

But two could play that game.

My fingers twitched, and with a quiet pop, the button of her jeans came undone. A second later, the zipper slid down in a slow, deliberate motion, the sound filling the space between us.

Agatha’s breath hitched, just barely, but I caught it.

I didn’t stop there.

Stepping back, I let my magic press against her jeans, coaxing them to slip down from her hips, past the curve of her thighs, pooling at her feet.

She didn’t move to stop me. Didn’t move at all, except to lift her feet free. She stood there, her lip caught between her teeth as she watched me with blown, approving eyes.

Oh, she really liked me using magic—especially like this.

“Interesting,” she murmured, her voice like silk, like sin. “You do have a wicked streak, after all.”

I took a slow step forward, closing the distance I had put between us. My fingers found her waist, my touch light but firm.

“You bring it out in me,” I admitted, tilting my head slightly, watching her expression shift... anticipation, desire, something close to pride.

Agatha’s hands found my bare skin, her touch sending a fresh wave of heat through me.

“I love bringing things out in you,” she purred, fingers trailing along the back band of my bra, her magic sparking faintly against my skin, making me shiver.

I swallowed, my own smirk returning.

“Then you’re going to love what happens next.”

Her eyes flickered with amusement, challenge… hunger.

“Oh, darling,” she whispered, lips brushing against mine just enough to tease. “Show me.”

Happily.

I trailed my fingers over her chest, skimming over the soft skin above the fabric of her black bra, feeling the way her breath caught beneath my touch. My magic followed, leaving behind a faint, tingling sensation as it traced between her cleavage, along her ribs, down her stomach, dipping over her hip before gliding up the inside of her thigh.

Agatha let out a breath, her body shivering, reacting slightly under the sensation, but she didn’t stop me.

Not yet.

I smirked, watching her closely, revelling in the way she responded, the way her lips parted just so, the way her pupils continued to grow as she watched me.

When I reached the edge of her panties, I let my magic surge, just a bit stronger, the warmth of it teasing against her, slipping beneath the material.

That’s when I felt it... her fingers curling firmly around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

My gaze snapped up to hers, meeting those sharp, knowing eyes.

Agatha’s grip was firm but not forceful, her smirk just as wicked as before, but now there was something else behind it—a need for her to be in control.

“Ah, ah, not yet” she murmured, tilting her head, her voice thick with something that sent heat pooling low between my thighs. I swallowed, my heart pounding, my breath uneven.

“Stopping me already?”

Her fingers tightened, her smirk deepening. “I never said stop,” she purred, leaning in just enough that I could feel her breath against my lips. “I said not yet.”

A shiver ran through me, her words like a spark catching fire.

Agatha slowly, deliberately, lifted my wrist, guiding my hand away from where I had been heading, dragging it instead up her body, pressing my palm against the centre of her chest, just above her heart.

“Patience,” she whispered, pressing a teasing kiss to my jaw.

I let out a slow breath, my fingers twitching against her skin.

She was going to make me work for this.

I smirked, pressing my body closer, my hips tilting forward against hers, my lips grazing her ear.

“I hope you know,” I murmured, my own voice dangerously low, my magic skirting lightly against her exposed skin, “I never lose.”

Agatha’s laughter was dark, promising.

“Then you’re going to love losing to me.”

I let out a slow breath, trailing my free hand back over her body, fingers brushing over her skin, my magic following like a whisper of heat. Agatha shivered beneath my touch, her lips parting slightly, her grip on my wrist loosening. I could feel it now…the crackling energy between us, the push and pull, magic flaring like a slow-burning fire. It felt reckless, deliciously so.

Because the kids were just upstairs… and they could come down at any moment.

And yet, neither of us stopped.

Agatha’s magic sparked, brushing against me like an invisible caress, and before I could process the shift, I felt it—the clasp of my bra releasing, the straps slipping slightly from my shoulders.

I inhaled sharply, looking up to find her smirking, blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“That was very smooth,” I murmured, feigning nonchalance as I let my own magic tease along the edge of her panties in return.

Agatha hummed, her fingers toying with the loosened strap of my bra, dragging it down just enough to expose more of me.

“I do try.”

I swallowed, my body heating under her gaze.

“And if the kids...”

Her lips brushed my ear, then to the spot where my ear met my neck, her magic pressing against my skin, firm and knowing.

“They’re asleep,” she murmured. “You worry too much.”

I let out a breathy laugh, even as a shiver ran through me. “One of us has to be responsible.”

Agatha leaned back slightly, her smirk widening as she took me in. She traced her fingers down the valley of my now exposed breasts, then lower, down over my stomach, just above my waistband.

“You could stop me?”

I exhaled sharply, meeting her gaze, the challenge clear between us.

I could… was I going to… absolutely not.

Because right now?

I wasn’t feeling very responsible.

I barely had time to process the flick of her fingers before I felt the cool air against my legs—my jeans weren’t undone, they were gone. Just… disappeared, like they’d never existed.

I gasped, my body tensing for half a second before I caught the wicked glint in Agatha’s blue eyes.

“Really?” I breathed, half-laughing, half-reeling from the abrupt removal. She smirked, eyes trailing over me now that I was left in nothing but my panties.

“You were taking too long.”

Before I could throw some snarky reply back at her, she was on me again, her lips trailing hot, deliberate kisses down my chest.

I sucked in a breath as she pressed in closer, her bare skin warm against mine, her hands roaming—one resting against my lower back, the other teasing over my hip, her fingers just brushing the lace of my underwear.

The living room, the kitchen, everything else faded to the background.

It was just her. Just us.

And I wasn’t thinking about the kids, or responsibility, or even the reckless way we were tangled up here, barely clothed, not caring about anything else but this.

Agatha’s mouth found the curve of my breast, then my nipple, her teeth scraping lightly before she soothed the spot with her tongue, pulling a gasp from me.

I dug my fingers into her back, tilting my head as she kissed lower, teasing, deliberate.

“I knew you’d like that,” she murmured against my skin.

I let out something between a laugh and a shaky breath.

“I hate how smug you are.”

She grinned, pressing a kiss just above my navel.

“No, you don’t.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers threading into her dark waves as her lips trailed even lower.

No.

No, I really didn’t.

I thought she was going to drop to her knees... god, I was ready for her to.

But then I felt it—my feet lifting from the floor, my body moving, guided by something unseen but all too familiar. Before I could even gasp, I was placed onto the cool surface of the kitchen counter, thighs spread wide, my balance steady only because she wanted it to be.

Agatha stepped between my legs, hands running up my thighs, and I knew she had done this on purpose—to see me, to make sure I knew exactly what I looked like right now, open and wanting, the evidence of it soaking through the thin lace of my underwear.

Her eyes glanced low as she took in the sight, and god, the way she looked at me... like she had just won a game we weren’t even playing... made the heat between my legs burn even hotter.

I swallowed hard, my breath uneven.

“You could’ve just asked,” I murmured, my voice rougher, more ragged than I intended.

Agatha hummed, dragging her nails lightly along the inside of my thighs, making me shiver.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Her hands inched higher, her fingers pressing just enough to make me squirm, but not enough to satisfy. She was toying with me, drawing this out, enjoying the way my body responded to her.

I let out a shaky breath, reaching for her, gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer.

“Agatha—”

Her smirk deepened, and I barely had time to react before her lips were on mine, hot, claiming, stealing the words right out of my mouth.

And just as I started to sink into it, our tongues fighting for dominance, just as I was about to beg her to do something, I felt it.. another pulse of magic.

A beat later, my panties were gone.

I moaned, the sudden coolness making me shiver, making me ache. My body was so hot, so wound tight I thought I might snap from nothing more than the way she was looking at me.

I spread my legs wider for her, an offering, a surrender. God, I was hers and she knew it. I would let her do anything.

And she was enjoying it—relishing the way I melted for her, the way I was already undone before she had even really touched me.

Her fingers trailed higher, slow, deliberate, teasing the inside of my thigh, her touch light enough to make me want, to make me need her. And then—finally—she stroked me. Just the barest drag of her fingers through my wet folds, and my hips jerked instinctively, desperate for more.

But she didn’t give it me.

She was toying with me, dragging this out, revelling in the way I responded to just the teasing touches of her left hand, the way my breath hitched, the way my thighs trembled under her.

I let out a whimper, gripping the edge of the counter like I could ground myself, like I could will her to give in.

Then I felt it.

Not just her fingers… but her magic.

It pulsed through me, against me, inside me, invisible but undeniable, like a current sparking through every nerve in my body.

I gasped, my back arching, my head rolling back as a husky moan tore from my lips.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before—so intimate, so deep, touching something in me that was beyond the physical.

Agatha hummed, pleased, her fingers still stroking, circling, her magic still pressing, teasing, building.

“Oh,” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement and something darker, something possessive. “You really like that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer her.

I could barely breathe.

“Agatha,” I moaned, my hips moving instinctively, chasing more—more friction, more of her, more of whatever spell she was weaving around me… inside of me. God, what was she doing to me?

The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and sweet all at once, twisting inside me until I forgot everything else—where we were, how loud I was being, how reckless this was.

I knew I should be quieter, knew I should at least try to keep it together. But all I could feel was her—her fingers sliding through my slickness, teasing me open, her magic pulsing in a way that sent hot sparks licking up over my clit. She was dragging this out, savouring every reaction, every damn sound I made. She stepped back slightly, just enough to watch, her blue eyes locked onto where her fingers were playing with me, spreading me, owning me.

I whimpered, my body twitching with need, and she smirked—knowing, utterly devastating.

“I think…” I managed to breathe, my voice uneven, shaking, “it’s not just me that likes this…”

Agatha let out a low, approving hum, her fingers pressing just a bit deeper, just a bit firmer, making me gasp, but not giving me enough.

“Mmm,” she murmured, tilting her head, her eyes still fixed on me, watching every little movement, every little reaction. “You have no idea.”

“Please, baby,” I moaned, my voice desperate, needy. Any restraint I might have had was long gone, tossed out the window along with my inhibitions.

I needed her. Inside me. Not teasing, not playing, not making me fall apart inch by inch—I needed her to take me.

Agatha smirked, her fingers still tormenting me, tracing the edges of my entrance but never quite pushing inside. Her magic rippled through me again, that slow, electric pulse that made my body tremble, made my breath hitch.

I whimpered, hips arching, trying to move against her, trying to take her deeper myself.

But she just tsked, keeping her touch just out of reach.

“What do you want, Y/N,” she murmured, voice silky, but dangerously in control.

I moaned, my body aching with need. God, she knew exactly what I wanted, knew exactly how desperate I was.

And she was thriving in it.

I bucked my hips again, trying to push her fingers inside me, but she stayed firm, just barely pressing, just enough to keep me on edge.

“Use your words,” she purred.

I whimpered again, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles turned white.

“Agatha, please,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I need you inside me. Now… Just… fuck me.”

Her smirk deepened, satisfaction flickering across her face.

“There you go,” she murmured, leaning in close, her lips brushing the side of my face. And then—finally—she gave me what I wanted.

I had no idea how I didn’t wake the kids. Jesus, the noise that left me—the desperate, broken moan that ripped from my throat as she finally gave me what I needed.

Her fingers.

Her magic.

Inside of me, stretching, filling… fucking me.

Agatha’s left hand was buried deep, her ring and middle fingers deep, sinking in all the way to her engagement and wedding band, the cool metal pressing against my entrance, a constant reminder of who I belonged to.

Fuck.

It was consuming. Unlike anything I had ever felt before, like every nerve in my body was attuned to her, to the way she moved inside me, thrusting, twisting, curling her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

I barely registered the way I clung to her, my nails dragging down her back, my thighs trembling against her sides. All I could focus on was her, the way she was watching me, blue eyes gleaming, drinking in the way I was falling apart beneath her, around her. She fucking loved this…Loved the way I writhed, the way I gasped her name, the way I had lost any semblance of control.

“Agatha,” I choked out, my breath ragged, my body burning.

I could feel it, building inside me, higher and higher, like I was standing at the edge of something I might never come back from.

She curled her fingers again—fuck, right there—her magic pressing at the same time, flooding through me, deep, touching something I couldn’t even name.

"Oh, baby—right there,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Don’t—”I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

More? Mercy?

I couldn’t control myself. The way I was acting, the way I was moving, chasing her, chasing this, my body desperate, needy, starving for more of her.

The need for her to fuck me like she never had before.

And god, she knew it.

But fuck... she was doing it on our kitchen counter.

The thought should’ve made me laugh—should’ve made me pause, should’ve reminded me that the Nicki and Ella were just upstairs—but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.

Not with her inside me.

Not with her fingers pushing, curling, twisting in ways that made my body tremble, made me forget everything but the pleasure she was pulling from me.

The sound—the obscene, wet sound of her fingers moving inside me filled the room, mixing with my gasps, my moans, the quiet murmurs of encouragement from her lips.

“That’s it, baby,” she purred, her voice as dark as her magic, her free hand gripping my thigh, keeping me spread wide for her. For her to see. For her to take. “Let me hear you.”

I let out a strangled moan, my hands scrambling against the counter, my body arching. I couldn’t control it anymore, couldn’t stop the way I moved against her, how I chased it, chased her.

“Fuck… baby…” I gasped, barely able to breathe. “I—”

I didn’t even know what I was trying to say.

That I was close? That I was hers? That I was about to come apart so completely, I wasn’t sure I’d ever put myself back together again?

It didn’t matter.

Because she knew, and nothing was going to make her stop.

“Feel me inside you,” she whispered against my mouth, her breath hot, her voice thick with dark amusement, with possession.

Her fingers pumped deeper, curling just right, her magic rippling inside me in a way that made my body shudder, my breath come out in desperate, choked gasps.

“Squeeze me, baby.” Her lips brushed mine, her smirk infuriatingly smug as she felt me clench around her. “That’s a good girl”.

I was so far gone.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single coherent thought beyond her—her fingers fucking me open, her magic thrumming through my veins, her body owning mine in a way that I never wanted to end.

The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, twisting tighter and tighter, coiling in my stomach, in my thighs, in the very marrow of my bones.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my hands gripping at her—her shoulders, her arms, anything to anchor me as my body tensed, trembling.

I was going to come.

God, I was going to come so fucking hard for her—from her, because of her, because of her fingers, her magic, her voice in my ear telling me to let go.

And when it finally snapped—when the pleasure crashed over me—I moaned her name, as if it was fresh out of a porn movie.

That was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

Holy fuck.

I was still trembling, my body shuddering with aftershocks as Agatha’s fingers worked the last of the pleasure from me, coaxing me through it. My hips still jerked, my body still reacted to her, even as I collapsed forward, my head resting against her shoulder.

I let out a breathless, satisfied laugh—maybe from the sheer bliss of it, maybe from the slight embarrassment of how completely I had let go.

And then, realisation hit me like a brick to the face.

I had been so loud.

“Shit,” I gasped, lifting my head to look at her, panic flickering through the lingering haze of pleasure.

“I wasn’t—”

“—quiet?” Agatha finished, her smirk wicked, amused. “No, darling. You really weren’t.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands, but before I could wallow in my mortification, I felt the slow, deliberate slide of her fingers pulling out of me. My body ached at the loss, already missing her touch.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean.

I swore my soul left my body.

She hummed, deliberate, slow, as she licked every trace of me off her fingers. My breath hitched, my stomach flipping, my already sensitive body twitching at the sheer filthiness of it.

Then she grabbed my jaw and pulled me into a kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth, teasing, letting me taste myself on her.

And—fuck.

It was different. Not just me—but her, her magic, something dark and electric and entirely Agatha lingering on my tongue.

When we finally broke apart, I was dazed, spent, and still shaking from what she’d just done to me.

“Don’t worry,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, her smirk deepening. “The kids wouldn’t have heard a thing.”

I raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

She lifted a hand and subtly flicked her fingers.

I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t—”

“Oh, it was just a little sleeping spell,” she purred, grinning like the devil.

I gaped at her.

“Agatha!”

She shrugged. “You were being loud, darling.”

I groaned, dropping my forehead back against her shoulder, already knowing this had set a precedent for it becoming more than a one-time thing.

“It would be a shame to waste it,” Agatha murmured, leaning into me, her bare skin pressing against mine, warm and tempting.

“Would it now?” I teased, though my voice lacked conviction.

I was still not entirely thrilled about the magic she had used to keep Nicki and Ella asleep, but… god, was I torn.

Because the way she was looking at me?

The way my body still hummed from her touch?

I wanted her.

Again.

And again.

She slid me down off the counter, my legs unsteady, still trembling from my release. I gripped her tight, my body weak but aching for her all the same.

Agatha hummed, amused. “A little wobbly there, hon?”

I huffed, gripping her tighter. “You know damn well why.”

She smirked, proud of herself, too proud, and before she could get another word out, I flicked my wrist.

Magic surged between us, wrapping around our bodies, and in an instant, we were no longer in the kitchen.

We were in our king-size bed—Agatha beneath me, sprawled out, panties now completely gone.

She let out a low, pleased hum, her smirk widening as she stretched out, utterly unbothered by the sudden shift.

“Oh,” she purred, blue eyes glinting, “look at you. Using magic like it’s going out of fashion.”

I merely arched a brow, pressing my body flush against hers, trapping her beneath me.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, slow-burning kiss, my hands trailing down her stomach, teasing but intentional.

As I broke the kiss, I let my fingers drift lower, my magic sparking against her skin as I smirked down at her.

“So,” I murmured, my voice low, my touch dangerously close to where she wanted it. “Where were we?”

I trailed my fingers lower, slow, teasing, the anticipation thrumming between us like a live wire.

Then I felt her.

And—Jesus. She was soaking.

A sharp inhale left my lips as my fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding against her wetness, between her folds, feeling just how wrecked she already was.

I lifted my gaze, meeting her eyes, my breath catching at the pure, unfiltered desire burning in them.

“Oh,” I murmured, my fingers teasing through her slickness, not quite giving her what she needed yet.

“Look at you.”

Agatha let out a breathy laugh, her smirk still in place, but her body twitched at the contact, her hips subtly shifting, needing more.

“Surprised?” she mused, though her voice was a little rougher, a little less composed than usual.

I grinned, pressing my fingers against her just a little more firmly, noting the way her breath hitched, as I brushed her clit.

“Pleased.”

I slid my fingers through her again, slow, deliberate, watching her expression shift, watching her lips part, her chest rise and fall just a bit quicker.

“God, baby,” I murmured, my voice dark with satisfaction, “you’re already so fucking wet for me.”

Agatha hummed, but this time, there was an edge to it.

“You did put on quite the show,” she murmured, her tone taunting, but I could feel the tension in her body, feel the way she was holding herself back.

I smirked, leaning down, brushing my lips against her ear as my fingers pressed deeper, teasing at her entrance but not pushing inside…just yet.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” I whispered, my breath warm against her skin.

Agatha swallowed, her hands tightening where they rested against my hips, her nails digging in just slightly.

But she was still playing the game, still trying to hold her ground.

So I waited.

I kept teasing, barely giving her what she wanted—until, finally, she let out a soft, frustrated moan, her hips arching, her magic flowing against mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

Her voice was rough, low, almost a growl when she finally said it.

“Fuck me.”

I grinned against her skin.

“Oh, baby, I intend to.”

And then I slid my fingers inside her, and Agatha gasped.

God, she was so tight around me.

Nothing—nothing—felt better than this.

Than her.

Her heat.

I started moving, slow at first, deliberate, knowing full well it wasn’t enough, knowing it would drive her crazy.

Agatha let out a low, frustrated noise, her hips twitching, trying to take more, trying to set the pace herself.

But I wasn’t going to let her.

Not yet.

I wanted to feel her break, wanted to hear her beg, wanted to pull her apart the way she had done to me.

I pressed my lips against her jaw, nipping her with my teeth, teasing, dragging my fingers slowly out before pushing back in, keeping the rhythm achingly slow.

“Patience, baby,” I murmured against her skin, mocking the words she had said to me earlier.

Agatha let out a breathy laugh, sharp and knowing, but I could hear the edge of need beneath it.

“Oh, you’re playing dangerously, hon,” she whispered, her nails digging into my back, her magic thrumming against mine.

I grinned, pressing my thumb against her clit, just lightly, just enough to make her body twitch beneath me.

“I thought you liked that,” I murmured, thrusting deeper, still keeping her waiting, still teasing her with every slow movement.

Agatha let out a shaky breath, her walls tightening around me, her hips shifting restlessly.

Then she turned her head, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice lower, rougher, more raw than I’d ever heard it.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” she growled.

I shivered, the pure desperation in her tone setting my blood on fire.

Mmm—fuck.

I couldn’t deny her anymore.

Not when she sounded like that.

Not when she felt like this.

So I broke, curling my fingers deep inside her, pressing hard against that spot that made her body jerk, that made her gasp so loud I knew she didn’t care if the sleeping spell held or not.

I fucked her.

Hard.

And god, she love it.

I thrust hard, my fingers driving deep inside her, my thumb pressing against her clit at the same time… a warm burn starting to spread through my wrist.

The moment I did, I felt it—my magic crackling between us, wrapping around her, inside her, like an invisible pulse of heat.

Agatha’s moan was wrecked, raw, her body arching up into me, her head tilting back, exposing the long, perfect curve of her throat.God.

That sound.

That deep, desperate, uncontrollable moan that came from her lips as I fucked her with my fingers, as my magic pulsed through her body.

I felt a rush of heat between my own thighs, felt my own wetness drip down, my body aching from just hearing her.

From watching her come apart.

From knowing I was the one doing this to her.

She was so close, I could feel it in the way she clenched around me, in the way her hips jerked without rhythm, her body chasing more, more, more.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I gasped, my breath coming out in ragged pants, my own pleasure building just from watching her fall apart.

Agatha’s hands clawed at me, pulling me closer, as if she needed to anchor herself, as if she needed to feel all of me as she unraveled.

Her voice was shaky, breathless, so fucking close to breaking as she gasped:

“Don’t stop—!”

And god help me, I wasn’t going to.

The wet, slick sound of my fingers moving inside her filled the room, mixing with her breathless, broken moans. Fuck, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

I never lost my rhythm, I kept thrusting, kept pushing as deep as I could, my fingers scissoring inside her, stretching her, curling to hit that perfect spot that made her body jolt against mine.

She was so damn close—I could feel it in the way she tightened around me, in the way her thighs trembled, her nails digging into my skin, her head thrown back in complete surrender.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, my thumb pressing harder against her clit, rubbing fast, tight circles, my lips, my tongue brushing against her throat as I encouraged her.

“Come for me. Let go, Agatha.”

She tried to speak—tried to say something, but all that left her was a strangled, wrecked moan as her body seized, her muscles tensing, her magic crashing against mine in wild, uncontrollable waves.

I felt the exact moment her release came —the moment she shattered around me, her walls pulsing tight, squeezing my fingers so hard it nearly stole my breath.

Her cry of pleasure was raw, undone, her hips jerking, her body writhing as she rode out her orgasm, my fingers still deep inside her, drawing out every last aftershock.

She was so gone, so completely wrecked beneath me, and god, I had never felt so powerful, so fucking addicted to the way she fell apart for me.

Her breath was ragged, her body still trembling, and I couldn’t stop myself—I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss, tasting her moan, owning it.

When I finally pulled back, she was dazed, her beautiful blue eyes hazy, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

I smirked, satisfied, dragging my fingers slowly out of her, loving the way her body twitched from the loss.

She swallowed, blinking up at me, her expression unreadable for just a second—then her smirk returned, lazy, dangerous, so fucking Agatha.

She let out a breathy chuckle, still wrecked, and rasped “…God Y/N, I knew you had it in you.”

I smirked down at her, utterly pleased with myself, my fingers still glistening from her.

“Oh? And what exactly did you think I had in me?”

Agatha let out a breathless, satisfied laugh, her hands still lazily resting on my hips as she blinked up at me, her eyes still looking hungry.

“Oh, you know,” she drawled, tilting her head, her smirk lazy and self-satisfied, but I could still see the aftershocks running through her body. “A bit of wickedness. A little bite.”

She exhaled, still catching her breath, her fingers brushing idly against my bare skin.

“But this? I wasn’t expecting you to be so…” She trailed off, eyes flickering down to my very smug expression, before licking her lips.

“So?” I prompted, dragging my slick fingers up her thigh, teasing, making her twitch.

Agatha hummed, fake considering, before her smirk turned sharp, wicked.

“Merciless.”

I grinned, leaning down, brushing my lips over hers, just barely giving her what she wanted.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured, dragging my fingers up her stomach, watching her shiver under my touch. “I learned from the best.”

Agatha let out a slow, dark laugh, her fingers tightening on my waist.

“I really should’ve corrupted you sooner.”

I bit my lip, mocking thoughtfulness, my fingers trailing back down, dangerously close to where she was still warm and wet for me.

“Oh? So you admit I’m better than you thought?”

Agatha narrowed her eyes, her smirk growing wider.

“I never said better.”

I flicked my fingers, letting my magic spark just enough to tease her, to make her gasp, her hips twitching again.

“Oh, I think I just proved otherwise.

”Mm,” she murmured, voice hoarse, amused, completely smug. “You really are full of surprises.”

I huffed a soft laugh, pulling her closer, my arms wrapping around her, our bodies naturally melding together, skin still warm, still buzzing from everything we’d just done.

She let out a content sigh, tucking her head against my shoulder, comfortable, relaxed, so effortlessly Agatha.

I let my fingers trace absent patterns up her side, across her ribs, pressing a lazy kiss to her temple.

“You can take the sleeping spell off the kids now,” I murmured, my voice teasing but pointed.

Agatha hummed again, this time slower, considering.

“Mmm,” she sighed, stretching just slightly, her bare legs tangling with mine. “Maybe I’ll leave it on a little longer.”

I snorted, turning my head to look at her, eyebrow raised.

“Oh? Is that so?”

She grinned, her fingers trailing lightly down my own side, casual, innocent, but I knew better.

“Well,” she mused, thoughtfully mocking me, her breath hot against my skin, “you did just discover how much fun magic can be.”

I smirked, shifting just slightly so our bodies pressed even closer, heat curling between us again, despite the exhaustion settling in.

“Maybe,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, “using my magic more often isn’t such a bad thing…”

Agatha let out a low, pleased hum, her smirk widening as she nipped at my lip.

“Not when it’s just the two of us.”

Also on AO3 - Writtenwhiledreaming 💜 (Third chapter of No! You Can’t Hex A Four-Year-Old).

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RUN WILD HORSES

Chasing The Wind

pairing: Ranch Hand!Gojo x Fem!Reader wc: 10.8k warnings: Still just fluff. Tiny bit of angst if you squint, I guess? a/n: It's been 70 degrees here in Kansas lately, which means I'm listening to more country music while driving for work. Which also means more brain food for this fic! Gojo is so cute I just wanna squeeze his cheeks SO BAD. chapter track: Chasing The Wind - Lanie Gardner

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the smell—warm, rich, and sugary sweet, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. The scent of pancakes, golden and fluffy, laced with the unmistakable warmth of maple syrup, drifted through the house. It was enough to pull you from the depths of sleep, stirring you from your drowsy haze. Blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, you stretched, your gaze landing on the unpacked boxes stacked near your dresser.

With a sleepy sigh, you slid out of bed, shuffling to the nearest box and digging through it until your fingers brushed against the familiar fabric. You barely registered what you grabbed, pulling on the clothes without much thought before running your hands over them in a half-hearted attempt to smooth out any wrinkles.

Navigating the house in the morning light was easier than it had been last night when you'd groggily gotten lost trying to find the bathroom. You made your way through the quiet halls, the scent of breakfast growing stronger with each step until you reached the kitchen.

Your mom stood at the dark soapstone counter, her back to you, flipping pancakes on a griddle. The sizzling sound filled the space, mingling with the occasional clatter of dishes as she worked. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the warm, homey kitchen.

She must have heard your footsteps because she glanced over her shoulder, her expression softening into a smile.

"Good morning, dove," she greeted, voice rich with warmth.

You hummed in response, still groggy, stepping closer to peer at the pancakes. One side of the griddle held perfectly golden rounds studded with chocolate chips, while the other had slices of banana and fresh strawberries nestled into the batter. Your stomach rumbled at the sight, and your mom chuckled, shaking her head as she nudged you away with a gentle shrug.

"Go set the table, dear," she instructed. "A few of the hands will be joining us for breakfast."

You arched a brow. "Just a few?"

"Yes," she confirmed, expertly flipping a pancake with a practiced flick of her wrist. "Most are already up and working, so they feed themselves. But Geto, Nanami, and Yuji usually swing by."

She paused for a beat before adding with a knowing smirk, "Gojo always makes a point to pause whatever he's doing, too."

Of course, he did.

You exhaled a soft laugh, shaking your head as you turned toward the cabinets, pulling out plates to set the table. It had been years since you'd sat down for a proper breakfast like this; your mornings in Chicago were usually a blur of grabbing a pastry and coffee from your favorite café before rushing off to work. But here, things moved slower.

As you laid the plates down, the sound of the front door opening drew your attention. The familiar creak of old hinges was followed by the heavy thud of boots against the hardwood floor. A deep voice filled the space.

"Mornin', hope we're not too early," Geto called, stepping inside and dipping his head to you, an easy smile stretching across his face.

Behind him, Yuji practically bounced through the doorway, his bright grin as warm as the sunlight streaming through the windows. "Oh man, it smells so good in here," he inhaled deeply.

Nanami followed the two in more measuredly, offering a polite nod as his sharp gaze flicked over the scene. "Good morning," he greeted, mimicking Geto in dipping his head to you in greeting.

You smiled at the trio, setting down the last plate. "Morning, guys."

Your mom emerged from the kitchen and expertly balanced two large platters stacked with pancakes. The golden-brown rounds glistened with melted butter, the chocolate chip ones dark and rich, the strawberry banana ones bursting with color. The scent alone was enough to make your stomach growl.

Yuji looked positively starved, his eyes wide and practically sparkling as he stared at the feast before him. "Oh my God," he breathed, damn near drooling.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I'll grab the syrup," you said, slipping past them as they took their seats and headed back into the kitchen.

The moment you stepped inside, you focused on gathering what you needed, reaching for the syrup bottle and, after a brief moment of thought, pulling open a cabinet to grab some glasses for the pitcher of orange juice you saw sitting on the counter nearby. You had just placed a few on the counter when a presence suddenly appeared behind you, the shift in the air making the tiny hairs on your arms stand up.

"Need any help?"

The low, teasing lilt of Gojo's voice sent a jolt through you, and you nearly jumped, turning to find him standing far too close with a crooked smile on his face, mischief twinkling in those pale blue eyes. His hair was still damp from a quick morning rinse, strands sticking up in different directions like he hadn't bothered to smooth them down.

You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest as if that would steady your heartbeat. "Do you always sneak up on people?"

His grin widened. "Only when they're fun to fluster." He reached past you, plucking the syrup from your grasp like he had every right to it, then winked. "Come on, we don't want Yuji to pass out from starvation."

Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress your smile, you grabbed the glasses and followed him back to the table.

You settle into your seat, realizing that Gojo has chosen the one beside you. There were plenty of open spaces, yet here he was, uncomfortably close, his knee nearly bumping against yours beneath the table. It flusters you more than it should, and as you reach for your fork, you can't help but wonder if this is where he always sits or if this was a deliberate choice.

Before you can dwell on it, your mom returns with the juice pitcher, making her way around the table and filling up the glasses you had set out. Each person murmurs a quiet "thank you" as she fills their glass. Once she's finished, she sets the pitcher down in the middle of the table next to the syrup before taking her own seat.

With that, everyone starts to dig in, the comforting sounds of breakfast filling the air, forks scraping against plates, the occasional clink of a glass being set down, and quiet hums of appreciation as the first bites were taken.

To distract yourself from the substantial presence of Gojo next to you, you turn to your mom. "Where's Dad?"

She doesn't hesitate, and her expression is straightforward. "He decided to haul a load down to Oklahoma."

You nod, but the news tugs at something inside you. Part of you had been looking forward to him being here for your first full day back. Your face must give you away because your mom chuckles softly, catching your fleeting disappointment before you can hide it.

"Don't worry, he'll be back before dinner," she reassures you. "He wasn't going too far. Besides, you've got plans today, I hear." Her eyes shift toward Gojo, a knowing smile on her lips. "I heard the two of you were gonna go for a ride. It'll be good for you to get back in the saddle instead of sitting around here unpacking."

Gojo, seemingly sensing an opportunity for teasing, shifts slightly in his seat, turning toward you with a lazy grin. He props his head on a fist, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Sleep well last night?" he asks, his tone light, almost innocent—but you're not fooled. He doesn't even give you a chance to answer before his smirk widens, and he leans in slightly. "Or maybe," he drawls, voice dipping with amusement, "you were up all night, too excited about our little ride today?"

The sheer arrogance in his voice is enough to make you scoff, though you can't stop the quiet chuckle that slips past your lips. He's so shamelessly smug, so sure of himself, and it's annoyingly endearing for some reason.

Before you can shoot back a response, Geto beats you to it. From across the table, he shakes his head, smirking as he knocks Gojo down a peg. "Gojo, don't act like you didn't get up two hours earlier than usual just so you could finish your work faster and have more time with her."

A ripple of laughter moves through the table as all eyes shift to Gojo.

For once, he doesn't have a snarky comeback. Instead, he pointedly avoids Geto's knowing look. He busies himself with his pancakes, stabbing into them with exaggerated nonchalance before shoving a considerable forkful into his mouth. The syrup on his plate is excessive, practically flooding the edges, thick and glistening as it drips down the sides.

You arch a brow, biting back a smile. "Big fan of syrup, huh?"

Gojo finally swallows, turning back to you. His gaze is unwavering, just a little too intense. When he speaks, his voice drops to something smoother, lazier, and intimate, making your pulse stutter.

"What can I say?" He tilts his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "I like things sweet."

The words alone would be harmless if not for how he's looking at you. Like he's savoring something, letting the double meaning settle between you like the syrup pooling on his plate. Your stomach flips, warmth curling at the base of your spine before you tear your gaze away, shaking your head in exasperation.

Still, even as you turn back to your plate, you can feel his eyes lingering on you—steady, teasing, and just a little too fond, lingering like the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the window.

The conversation around the table hums with an easy warmth, voices and the occasional clatter of forks against plates mixing in an almost familiar way. Geto is teasing Yuji about something, and your mom chuckles as she listens, occasionally interjecting with a comment of her own. Nanami offers his own dry remarks, which only seem to fuel the lighthearted banter.

Gojo occasionally inserts himself into the chatter, stealing the spotlight whenever he pleases. His voice is smooth, but you find yourself barely registering his words. Your focus drifts, your body going through the motions of eating. At the same time, your mind lingers elsewhere—on the warmth radiating from the man sitting beside you, on the subtle shift of his movements whenever he reaches for his drink or leans back in his chair. He's close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne, something crisp yet undeniably warm, mingling with the smell of syrup and coffee in the air.

But even that isn't enough to fully hold your attention. Not when something else has settled at the forefront of your mind.

Rosie.

The thought of her sparks something deep inside you, a restless energy that makes it nearly impossible to sit still. Excitement hums beneath your skin, a warmth that spreads through your chest at the mere thought of seeing her again, of running your fingers through her mane, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath beneath you as she carries you across the land like she always had. It's been too long, years slipping by like sand through your fingers.

Your mind drifts, carried away by memory, back to those endless summers spent roaming the Flint Hills. Just you and Rosie, nothing but the open land stretching infinitely in all directions. You remember the wind pulling at your hair and tugging at your clothes as she thundered across the rolling pastures, hooves drumming a familiar rhythm against the earth. The land seemed to surge in soft waves, rising and falling like the ocean frozen in time, its golden grasses rippling beneath the vast blue sky. Here and there, pockets of trees clustered together, shading the winding creeks that cut through the plains like ribbons of liquid silver, the water calm and clear against your fingertips.

Some days, you'd ride for hours, chasing the horizon with no destination in mind, no constraints beyond the slow sinking of the sun. Beneath that endless expanse of sky, you felt weightless, untethered, freer than anywhere else. You knew every trail, every hidden dip in the hills where wildflowers grew in bursts of color, and every stretch of land where the grass grew tall, thick, and soft, swaying in the warm summer breeze. The scent of sun-warmed earth, prairie flowers and sweet grass would fill the air, mingling with the ever-present hum of cicadas. It was a world all your own, a place that felt untouched by time, where nothing existed beyond you, Rosie, and the sky.

And the sunsets—God, the sunsets.

You would slow to a walk as the world was bathed in gold, the sky painted in breathtaking strokes of fire and lavender, deepening into dusky purples as the evening crept in. The light would catch in Rosie's coat, turning her a rich, burnished red, her mane shifting like silk with every step. The land seemed to pause in those final moments of daylight, the wind holding its breath, the rustling of the tallgrass, and the distant, melancholy call of a meadowlark the only sounds breaking the hush of twilight.

It had been perfect. It had been your second home.

And now, after all those years away, you get to have that again.

You exhaled softly, setting your fork down as you blinked into the present. Around you, the conversation continued, but it felt far away, merely background noise compared to the anticipation thrumming in your veins.

Beside you, Gojo shifted, resting his elbow on the table as he turned slightly toward you. His eyes flicked over your face, sharp but curious.

"You're thinking pretty hard about something," he mused, voice low enough that only you could hear.

You glanced at him, your pulse kicking up when you realized how close he was—close enough that you could see the way the morning light caught in his pale lashes, the teasing glint in his eyes softened by something quieter.

A small smile tugged at your lips. "Just… thinking about Rosie," you admitted. "And how much I've missed this place."

Gojo watched you for a beat, something unreadable flickering across his expression. Then, slowly, a smile of his own formed. Not his usual smirk; this was something more genuine, something real.

"Well," he said, nudging his knee against yours beneath the table, "I'd say it's about time you got reacquainted."

Breakfast passed in a comfortable blur, the warmth of good food and familiar company settling into your bones. Yuji was the first to leave, stretching with a groan before grinning at the table. "Gotta go help Sukuna with the cows, or he'll have my head," he sighed, shoving the last bite of pancake into his mouth before heading out the door.

Geto and Nanami stayed behind, their conversation turning to quiet murmurs as they helped your mom clear the table and wash dishes. You lingered long enough to thank them before heading upstairs to change, trading your casual clothes for something more suitable for riding—well-worn jeans, sturdy boots, and a button-up you knotted at the waist to help keep cool. The anticipation thrummed beneath your skin, each step bringing you closer to the moment you'd been waiting for.

When you came back downstairs, Gojo was where you expected him to be—leaning lazily against the doorframe, peering out through the screen door with complete ease. The morning sun caught in the strands of his snowy hair, illuminating the sharp angles of his face.

You stepped up beside him and, without a word, poked him in the side, hoping to catch him off guard like he did to you earlier in the kitchen. But he didn't even flinch. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, a slow, knowing grin curling at his lips.

"I don't scare easy, sweets," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

You pouted, crossing your arms. "Shame."

His grin widened, and before he could say something else undoubtedly cocky, you called out toward the kitchen, letting your mom know you were heading out. Her voice carried easily over the soft clatter of dishes. "Be safe, and have fun!"

With that, you followed Gojo out the door, rounding the house and heading down the gentle slope toward the main stables. The walk was quiet, neither of you speaking, but there was no need for words. The land itself was enough.

The morning air was crisp but warming with the rising sun, the sky an endless stretch of blue, barely touched by wisps of white. The rolling pastures, still glistening faintly with dew, spread out like a golden-green sea, the occasional wooden fence post standing like a lone sentinel amidst the vast openness. Birds flitted between the trees near the creek bed settled in the horse pasture, their calls weaving into the rustling of the prairie grass. The scent of earth, hay, and something familiar filled your lungs with every breath.

The sight of the stables sent another jolt of anticipation through you. The large wooden structure stood sturdy and familiar, its open doors revealing the movement inside—Nobara and Choso, along with a few other hands, were already hard at work tending to the horses. The rhythmic sounds of shuffling hooves, soft nickers, and the occasional clink of metal filled the space.

Nobara, dressed in worn jeans and a faded T-shirt, crossed her arms as she eyed Choso, who was methodically brushing down one of the geldings. "You are way too meticulous about this," she grumbled, though there was no real bite to her words.

Choso didn't even look up as he replied, "And you're not meticulous enough."

Your lips twitched at their familiar bickering as you stepped inside, your gaze scanning the stalls for a flash of chestnut red. For Rosie.

Nobara looked up as you and Gojo stepped into the stables, her lips curling into a knowing smirk at the sight of the two of you like she was aware of something you weren't. She wiped her hands on her jeans and stepped forward, her eyes flicking between you and Gojo with a look of amusement that you couldn't quite place.

"Miss Rosie's down toward the end," she said, pointing to the far stalls with a lazy gesture. "We already got her cleaned up for ya. Choso wanted to tack her up for you," she added, nudging the tall cowboy beside her with her elbow.

Choso glanced over at you and exhaled with a soft, amused grunt. He didn't miss a beat, continuing his gentle strokes on the gelding's coat. The gelding's muscles rippled under the motion of the brush, and the horse's soft sighs filled the air with a quiet rhythm. "Thought maybe it'd be helpful," Choso muttered, his voice low but teasing.

Nobara raised an eyebrow and grinned. "I told him you'd probably wanna do it yourself."

You chuckled softly and nodded. "I appreciate it. Really."

Without wasting another second, you head in the direction Nobara pointed, your boots scuffing softly against the packed dirt floor. Gojo follows right beside you, his usual air of lazy confidence wrapped around him like a second skin. You're too focused on the anticipation building in your chest, the thought of finally seeing Rosie again, to notice how Nobara shoots Gojo a knowing wink.

Or the way Gojo—Satoru Gojo, who rarely gets flustered—flushes ever so slightly before schooling his features back into their usual playful ease.

The stable air smelled like hay and leather, with a faint scent of sweat and horses. The soft sound of hooves against the ground, the occasional whinny, and the quiet murmur of the stablehands filled the space as you walked past the stalls. You heard a soft shuffle behind you but were too focused on the sight in front of you now.

Rosie stood in her stall at the end of the stable, her chestnut coat glowing in the sunlight drifting in through the windows high above. The familiar sight of her made your heart skip. Her dark eyes flicked toward you, and everything else fell away at that moment. The world slowed, and it was just you and her.

"Hey, girl," you murmured, stepping closer, your hand instinctively reaching out toward her. "I'm home."

Rosie's ears flicked forward, her soft muzzle nuzzling gently against your hand as if greeting you. The warmth of her breath brushed against your palm, and a smile spread across your face as a wave of comfort washed over you. Her nostrils flared as she leaned into your hand. She let out a soft, low nicker, her breath warm against your cheek, and it felt like a welcome home—a greeting only a horse could give, full of trust and familiarity. You couldn't help but chuckle, reaching up to gently scratch her neck.

From the side, Gojo's voice cut through the peacefulness of the stable. "I'm gonna go get Rain ready. I'll meet you out front."

You glanced over and saw Rosie's tack neatly laid out on a nearby bench, and your heart swelled with gratitude. You stepped into the stall, moving toward Rosie's side, and wrapped your arms around her neck in a soft hug. Rosie shifted her weight, lowering her head gently and bumping your back with her chin, as though returning your hug in her own way.

You chuckled, pressing your cheek to her soft neck. "You always were the affectionate one," you said, voice low with affection.

Stepping back, you left her stall momentarily, your eyes still on her as you reached the bench. You picked up the saddle pad first. You ran your fingers over the soft wool before carrying it into the stall, placing it carefully on Rosie's back. You moved with practiced ease as you continued to get her "dressed," as your dad so fondly put it. However, the excitement still lingered in the pit of your stomach, the anticipation of getting back in the saddle and feeling the familiar rhythm of the ride.

You paused momentarily, your fingers lingering on the leather of her saddle. Typically, you would've taken Rosie to the tack room to get everything on, but this was a new stable, and you weren't entirely sure where it was.

Once you had finished tacking Rosie up, you led her out of the stall and toward the front of the barn. Gojo was already there, standing next to a large, beautiful dark bay mare that you assumed must be Raincheck. The mare's coat gleamed in the sunlight, and her mane swayed in the gentle breeze.

As you drew closer to Rosie, she suddenly whinnied, the familiar sound filling the air. Rosie gently bumped her nose against Raincheck's, a soft, affectionate greeting between the two mares. Rain responded with a huff and a nudge, her dark eyes bright and curious. Gojo chuckled at the sight, his voice full of amusement when he turned to face you.

"So, where do you think we should ride?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You paused, scanning the horizon for a moment. "I was thinking we could go towards the creek that runs through the west side of the property. There should be a nice patch of wildflowers there right now."

Gojo's gaze flicked toward the direction you indicated. "Never been out that way," he said, his tone thoughtful.

You smiled to yourself, unable to help but feel a quiet thrill at how well you knew the land, how much it had become a part of you over the years. With one last glance at Rosie, you quickly hoisted yourself into the saddle. You took a second to relish in the familiar weight of the reins in your hands and the leather of the saddle beneath you, savoring the feeling of being back in the saddle after so long. The rhythm of your heart seemed to align with the quiet pulse of the horse beneath you, and the memories of all those years spent riding flooded back to you.

Gojo whistled in approval, breaking the quiet moment. "I've never seen anyone get up in the saddle that smoothly. Not even Nobara," he said, his voice full of admiration.

You shot him a teasing glance. "I've had a lifetime of practice," you replied with a playful smirk, knowing exactly how true that statement was.

With that, you clicked your tongue and gave Rosie a gentle nudge, urging her forward. Gojo followed close behind on Rain, and the two of you set off, heading toward the dirt road leading out to the property's western side. The horses' hooves kicked up small clouds of dust as you rode side by side, the quiet of the morning broken only by the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees and the steady clip-clop of hooves on the well-worn path.

The two of you rode in comfortable silence for a while. The morning sun bathed the rolling landscape in a warm golden light, casting long shadows that stretched across the plains. Rosie's steady gait beneath you was comforting, and you found yourself lost in the peace of it all.

After a while, you decided to break the silence. You glanced over at Gojo, riding alongside you, his tall frame relaxed in the saddle.

"So, you obviously know where I'm from," you started, "But where are you from?"

Gojo glanced over at you, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Japan," he answered, his voice casual.

You blinked in surprise. "Wait—what?" You hadn't expected that answer and turned your head to look at him, half-expecting him to be joking. But his expression didn't change, and you were left a little stunned.

Before you could ask more, he continued, "My family immigrated to America when I was about seven. We moved to California."

You took a moment to process that, and before you could even gather your thoughts to ask more, Gojo kept going. "When I was growing up, I started watching a lot of old Western movies. You know, the classic kind. Cowboys and horses and all that. I guess something about it just clicked with me, and I decided I wanted to be a cowboy."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "A cowboy?" you repeated, imagining a young Gojo watching westerns. It didn't add up, but you were intrigued.

"Yeah," he laughed lightly. "I know, right? But as I got older, I started helping out after school at some ranches just outside the town I was living in. I mostly did odd jobs at first—feeding horses and mucking stalls. But the more I worked with the animals, the more I loved it. It felt like something I was meant to do."

You smiled, picturing Gojo working alongside horses in a dusty barn, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. "That's pretty cool," you said, "But how did you end up here, in Kansas?"

Gojo's smile widened a little, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Well, I met Geto in high school. He's also from Japan, the same area I'm from—Tokyo. We clicked immediately, both being immigrants, and we became fast friends. He'd always talk about wanting to go to college in the States despite his parents wanting him to study abroad, and I guess I just followed him. Geto's family had first moved to Kansas City because that's where his grandparents lived. So, we both decided to head there for college."

You listened closely, hanging on his every word, fascinated by how their paths crossed. "I didn't know you two were that close. What did you study in college?"

"Nothing too glamorous," Gojo said with a shrug. "I went for business. I thought knowing how to run things someday might be a good idea. But after we graduated, Geto and I stayed in the Kansas City area for a few years. He got into some corporate job, and I was still working on ranches here and there. It wasn't glamorous, but I was happy."

You nodded, absorbing everything he was saying, and then your curiosity got the best of you. "So, what brought you to White Stag Acres?"

Gojo's eyes lit up as if he was recalling the moment it all clicked for him. "Well, one day, I watched this horse show where Dez was performing. He was incredible, and I was so intrigued by everything. So, I looked up White Stag Acres, saw they were hiring, and… the rest is history, I guess."

You grinned at the way he told the story. He was not quite shy but still had an evident fondness for the events that led him here. "Well," you chuckled. "You definitely fit in."

Gojo chuckled, the sound light and filled with his usual playful energy, and just like that, the weight of the conversation had lightened once again. He flashed you a grin, and there was a glint of pride in his eyes like he was more than a little pleased with himself for finding his place in all of this. "I guess I do," he said, his voice easy, almost casual. "But, honestly, I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like the new guy here."

He turned his gaze to the vast expanse of land stretching before you, his eyes taking in the endless horizon where the earth seemed to blend with the sky in a perfect, untouched line. His posture relaxed, and for a moment, you could sense a quiet contemplation in him, as if he was still trying to settle into this life in the middle of nowhere despite everything he had already accomplished here.

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. The sensation of never entirely fitting in was something you were all too familiar with. It was the reason you had left for Chicago in the first place—fleeing to the city in search of something that would give you a sense of belonging. You had hoped that the hustle and bustle of urban life would somehow offer the clarity you needed, a place where you wouldn't feel like an outsider. But now, as you rode beside Gojo, you realized that feeling never truly left, no matter how far you ran or how much time passed. You glanced at him, seeing the same flicker of uncertainty in his expression that you had once felt so strongly within yourself.

"You ever get used to it?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it. Your voice was quieter now, a hint of curiosity lacing your words.

Gojo glanced at you, and for a brief moment, there was a depth in his eyes—something that seemed to hold more weight than the playful exterior he often wore. He looked forward again, his hands steady on the reins as he considered your question. "I think you just... adjust. You find little things that make you feel at home, even if it's not the same as where you started. It's a slow process, but eventually, it feels like it's yours. But I'm still getting there, you know?"

You hummed in agreement, your thoughts swirling in the stillness of the vast, open plains around you. There was something comforting about the fact that for all his confidence and bravado, Gojo was still in the process of figuring it all out, just like you were.

The quiet settled between the two of you once again. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting long shadows as the two of you continued down the winding path. It was a comfortable silence, and neither of you needed words as you let the peaceful surroundings speak for themselves.

Gojo's presence beside you seemed to anchor you in the moment. You lost track of time, simply enjoying the feel of the saddle beneath you, the steady rhythm of Rosie's gait, and the breeze whispering between the grass. The world felt broad and free, untethered by the complications of everyday life.

It was Gojo who broke the silence first. He pulled Rain to a stop, his horse's hooves crunching slightly on the road. You slowed Rosie down in response, pulling her to a halt, looking at him and wondering what had caught his attention. He reached out, nudging your leg with the back of his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gestured toward the road ahead.

You frowned in confusion, following his gaze. At first, you didn't see anything—just the long stretch of dirt road ahead, the endless prairie on either side. But then, your eyes caught a flash of movement, and there, just off to the side of the road, you saw them: two small red fox cubs, their fur bright against the green backdrop of the tall grasses. They were playing together, rolling and tumbling, their little paws kicking up tufts of dust and grass as they frolicked in the day's warmth.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, their playful antics reminding you of the innocence of youth, untamed and free. You watched for a moment longer, mesmerized by their energy before the sound of Rain huffing broke your reverie. The horse pawed at the ground, the noise catching the attention of the cubs. The two foxes froze instantly, their ears pricking up at the sound. They glanced over, eyes wide, before scrambling away from the road. Their tiny legs moved with surprising speed as they darted into the tall grass, their soft, fluffy tails the last thing you saw before they vanished into the thick grasses.

Gojo chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, his gaze following the foxes' retreating forms. "Well, that was a sight," he said with a smile, his tone light but filled with the moment's wonder. "They're quick little things, huh?"

You nodded, still watching the spot where the cubs had disappeared. "I've never seen them so close before. They were so—" you paused, searching for the right word, "so small. And fast."

"Yeah," Gojo agreed, his voice filled with amusement. He gave Rain a gentle nudge with his heels, urging the horse forward. "Nature's a funny thing. Sometimes, it gives you these little moments that make you stop and appreciate everything around you."

You gave a soft hum of agreement. The sound of hooves on dirt resumed as you gently nudged Rosie forward, guiding her away from the main road. Your gaze swept over the prairie, and you spotted a small, hidden trail off to the side, barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. With a light tug on the reins, you steered Rosie toward it.

Gojo followed close behind, Rain's hooves crunching on the dirt as the two of you descended a small hill, entering the thick, swaying grasses of the prairie. The trail wound its way through the landscape, curving with the natural dips and rises of the land, and for a while, neither of you spoke. It was as though the world had faded away, leaving only the sound of hooves and the soft whisper of wind through the grass.

The sun hung high in the sky now, its warmth pressing against your skin, and you figured it must be getting close to noon. The heat of the day was starting to make your skin feel hot under your shirt, and you were thankful that you had thought to apply sunscreen before leaving. The sun was relentless out here, but it only added to the vastness of the open prairie, amplifying the feeling of freedom as you moved further into the wild expanse.

As you rode on, the trail continued to wind between patches of tall grass and scattered clusters of wildflowers, the colors vibrant against the golden landscape. The occasional bird would take flight from the tall grasses as you passed, adding brief flashes of movement to the otherwise still scene. Gojo stayed close behind. You glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing his eyes scanning the landscape as if taking it all in.

After a while, you slowed Rosie to a stop, taking in the surrounding view. You glanced at Gojo again, noticing a slight glint in his eyes as he looked around. "Never been out this way before," he said, his voice thoughtful. "It's different from the rest of the land around here. Feels… quieter. Peaceful."

You nodded in agreement, the words escaping your lips almost before you could think of them. "Yeah, it's like it holds its own kind of secret. A place where everything slows down, just for a moment."

Gojo gave a slight, appreciative nod, his gaze lingering on the horizon. The warmth of the sun was starting to make your skin feel heavy. Sweat had already begun to bead on your forehead, and you reached up to wipe it away with the back of your hand.

You smirked to yourself, an idea forming in your mind. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you broke the comfortable silence. "You know, it's kinda hot out here," you said, smiling at him.

Gojo raised an eyebrow at you, clearly intrigued, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "What're you thinking, cowgirl?" he teased, his voice light and humorous.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help grinning even brighter, your heart picking up speed. "The creek isn't too far away," you began, nodding toward the distant hill. "Once we round that hill up there," you gestured, "there'll be a big patch of trees surrounding it. Wanna race? The breeze should help us cool off a little."

He shook his head, clearly amused by your challenge. He glanced quickly toward the hill you pointed out and then looked back at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Race, huh? You sure you're up for it?" His tone was teasing, but there was an edge of competitive fire, a spark you hadn't quite expected.

You met his gaze confidently, narrowing your eyes. "I'm pretty sure I'll beat you to that creek, but if you need a head start, I'll give you a minute."

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "You're on, sweets," he said, voice laced with amusement.

Without another word, Gojo nudged Rain forward, his horse responding with an eager trot, the rhythmic sound of hooves stirring the dust beneath them. Gojo set his posture, his body language clearly preparing for the race ahead. You mirrored his movement, urging Rosie forward with a gentle squeeze of your legs, feeling the muscles beneath her coat ripple with anticipation.

The shift in the air was immediate, the heat from the sun not a concern now as the ground beneath Rosie's hooves seemed to open up before you. The steady beat of her hooves gradually grew quicker, matching Rain's, and the sound of galloping hooves filled the air, a thunderous backdrop to the exhilarating rush of freedom. The breeze surged past you, catching your hair and sending it flying behind you in wild streams, whipping across your face and neck. Your pulse quickened, and a laugh bubbled in your chest as the wind tore past you. You couldn't help it. With a holler of pure excitement, you threw your head back, the joy of the speed and the rush of the ride overtaking you completely.

The dust kicked up from the ground, swirling behind you as you raced towards the hill, the path ahead widening, stretching into the horizon. The earth felt firm and steady beneath Rosie's hooves, and you relished the familiar, comforting sensation of riding full-out across open land. The wind swept through your clothes, brushing against your skin like a cool touch amidst the heat that had been hanging heavy only moments before.

Gojo was beside you, tall and confident, perched easily in the saddle as Rain matched Rosie's speed effortlessly. You pushed your mare harder, leaning forward as Rosie's muscles rippled with every powerful stride. The breeze was picking up, offering a brief respite from the sun's heat, but it also stirred the competition in you. You were determined to keep the lead.

Ahead, the landscape unfolded as the hill loomed closer. In the distance, you could make out the dark green of the trees, a forest cutting through the sea of golden grass like an oasis. The creek snaked through the small woodland, the glint of water shimmering beneath the trees. You could practically taste the coolness in the air, and the thought of it urged you to push Rosie harder, coaxing more speed from her as you leaned into the rhythm of the gallop.

Gojo, though, wasn't far behind. The thunder of Rain's hooves was close now, and you could feel the challenge in the air as he began to close the gap. You grinned, the excitement building with every breath, every stride. Rain's speed and strength were impressive, but Rosie wasn't about to let up, either.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and the world around you narrowed to the rhythm of hooves and the distant trees. Adrenaline surged through your veins, and for a brief, beautiful moment, it felt like the whole world was at your fingertips. You were flying.

The trees grew closer, the creek just beyond them, and you urged Rosie forward with everything you had left. Gojo was right behind you, but the finish line was near. The exhilaration of the ride surged within you, and with a final burst of speed, you grinned as the trees welcomed you, the creek waiting just beyond them. This was what you'd missed—this feeling of pure freedom.

You couldn't help the wide grin that spread across your face as you slowed Rosie to a stop once you crossed the treeline, and you glanced over at Gojo, still buzzing from the exhilaration of the race. Your chest was still racing, and the thrill of the victory pulsed through you, sharp and electric. You were about to tease him, but then your eyes caught Gojo's expression—his lips parted slightly, and a small, surprised smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The soft pink tint on his cheekbones didn't escape your notice. It was almost too cute to ignore, but you decided to keep it to yourself, letting the victory linger in the air.

Gojo chuckled, though it wasn't his usual confident laugh. "Good job, cowgirl." There was a slight shift in his posture as if he was trying to hide something. He quickly looked away, his gaze dropping to the trees ahead. He nudged Rain further into the treeline, his movements a little too deliberate, almost as if he was trying to act like nothing had changed. You stifled a laugh, caught off guard by the slight embarrassment coloring his usual calm demeanor.

The trees opened up as you both rode closer and soon, the sound of flowing water reached your ears. The creek appeared, winding lazily through the land, the water cool and clear, catching the sunlight and reflecting it in glimmering patterns across the rocks. You breathed in the scent of the water and the earth, and a sense of contentment settled over you.

You dismounted, the heat of the ride lingering in your muscles. Your legs felt a little wobbly, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, but it didn't take away from the satisfaction of the race. You led Rosie closer to the creek, tying her reins to a nearby tree but giving her plenty of leeway to drink from the water. Gojo followed suit, giving Rain a quick scratch behind her ears as he did so.

The two horses seemed content to relax, the water refreshing them after the gallop. You turned your attention back to the creek, stepping closer to its edge. The breeze, cooler here near the water, lifted your hair, and the faint rustling of the leaves above felt like a soft melody. You knelt down, bringing yourself closer to the water, and peered at the smooth rocks below. The current was steady, swirling gently around the stones, the water so clear you could see small fish darting between the shadows of the rocks.

You reached out a hand, your fingers hovering above the water's surface. The current tugged gently at your fingertips, inviting you to dip your hand in and cool off. For a moment, you watched how the water flowed, hypnotized by its steady rhythm.

"Pretty peaceful, huh?" Gojo's voice cut through the quiet, his footsteps softer now that he had approached. You glanced at him for the first time since dismounting, his figure outlined against the dappled sunlight, standing a few feet away.

You smiled to yourself, still feeling the calm of the creek wash over you. "Yeah, it's perfect," you said quietly, your gaze returning to the water. You let your fingers graze the surface, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat baking your skin earlier. You breathed in deeply, feeling the tension from the ride and the rush of excitement slowly fade.

Gojo leaned in slightly, watching you with that familiar spark in his eyes. However, there was something different about it now. "Think you'll ever get tired of this place?" he asked, his tone playful but with an underlying curiosity.

You chuckled softly, still distracted by the tranquil scene before you. "I don't know," you mused. "I've been coming to this creek since I found it in high school, but it always feels like there's something new to discover."

Gojo nodded thoughtfully, kneeling beside you, the faint rustle of his jeans the only other sound between you. "Guess you're lucky then," he smirked, "finding a place that always feels new."

You glanced up at him, the warmth of his voice surprising you. "Yeah, I suppose I am." You paused, thinking for a moment before speaking again, the words almost coming instinctively. "Maybe one day, I'll show you all my favorite spots. We can race again, if you wanna."

Gojo's grin widened. "I'm up for the challenge," he said, a wink accompanying the words. "But next time, I'm definitely winning."

You laughed softly, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. The quiet that settled between you two was different now—more comfortable, a kind of understanding passing without the need for words.

As you sat back on your heels, you glanced at Gojo again, the way his expression had softened, catching your attention. The usual cocky grin and playful gleam in his eyes were replaced with a quieter, more thoughtful look. It was almost like he had forgotten about the bravado, letting the peacefulness of the creek and the moment settle over him. The sight tugged at something in you, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You pushed yourself up, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. With a little grunt of determination, you kicked off your boots, letting them land beside the creek. Then, you rolled up your jeans as far as they would go, your legs feeling free as the fabric bunched just below your knees. You shot a quick glance at Gojo, who was still standing in the same spot, watching you with a bemused expression.

"What?" you asked with a smirk, catching his eye.

Gojo raised an eyebrow in question, clearly intrigued but not entirely sure of your plan. "You gonna do something crazy again?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you stepped into the water, feeling the coolness creep up your legs as you waded deeper. It was refreshing against your heated skin, the current gentle but steady. The water barely reached your mid-calf, perfect for cooling off without fully immersing yourself. You glanced back at Gojo, the playful smile still on your lips. "C'mon, let's cool off," you called over your shoulder, your voice light and carefree.

Gojo laughed, shaking his head as if he knew what was coming. "You just can't sit still, can you?" he said, but you could tell he had already decided to join in. He removed his boots, rolling up his jeans like you did, and followed you into the water.

As he stepped into the creek, you giggled and splashed a small amount of water in his direction, watching his reaction with amusement. The water hit his chest and face, and you could see him freeze for a moment before his lips curled into a dangerous smile.

"Oh, it's on now," he muttered, and before you could react, he kicked water back at you, sending a splash that soaked you from the waist down. The cold water hit you unexpectedly, and you spluttered, swatting at the air, but your grin widened.

"You're gonna regret that," you warned playfully, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you charged toward him.

The two of you were soon caught up in a flurry of splashing and laughter. You darted through the creek, your feet finding purchase on the slippery rocks beneath while the water cascaded around you in all directions. The sound of your giggles mixed with the slosh of water as you raced back and forth, sending waves toward each other in playful retaliation.

Gojo was faster than you expected, the way he effortlessly dodged and retaliated, keeping you on your toes. Whenever you thought you'd outwitted him, he was there, grinning like he was waiting for the next round. You dodged one of his splashes but slipped on a rock and lost your footing, sending a massive wave of water crashing over your head as you fell. You laughed loudly, the water dripping from your hair when you sat back up, and you were still smiling as you wiped your face.

"I'm totally gonna win this time," you teased, gathering your balance to stand back up and splash him again.

"Ha! We'll see about that," Gojo challenged, eyes lighting up with the same playful fire. He started running, dodging the water you splashed at him with an agility that surprised you. You were laughing so hard it was hard to focus on your next move, but you charged after him anyway.

The creek was a blur of cool water, splashes, and happy shouts, each of you trying to outdo the other with bigger splashes. The world felt distant, as if the only thing that mattered was the current of the creek, the cool air, and Gojo.

You managed to send a large splash his way, watching with a triumphant smile as the water splashed over him. Gojo paused for a moment, eyes widening in mock disbelief before his lips curled into a grin, a maniacal laugh escaping him. "Sweets, you're gonna regret that," he teased, his voice deep and playful, sending a shiver down your spine.

You squealed, suddenly feeling a shift in the air, and your heart raced as Gojo charged at you with surprising speed. You tried to dodge, but it was too late—his strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet. "No, wait! Gojo, no!" you protested between giggles, but it was all in vain as he twisted, and in a split second, you were falling backward into the creek with a loud splash.

You landed on top of him, the cool water splashing around you both, your body pressing against his as the two of you sank into the creek. The water swirled around you, the chilly embrace of it mingling with the warmth radiating from his body beneath you. You could feel his chest rise and fall under you, his breath shallow from the sudden tumble.

For a long moment, you stayed there, on top of him, the two of you caught in the peaceful silence of the creek. The water lapped gently around you, and you felt your heart beating in your chest, both from the thrill of the splash fight and how close you were to him.

His hands were still on your waist, but they were gentle now as if he was holding you not just to keep you in place but as if he was memorizing the feel of you. His fingers brushed against your sides, sending goosebumps rippling over your skin.

Gojo tilted his head, the wet strands of his hair falling in messy strands around his face, and brushed a stray strand of your hair away from your forehead. His touch was light, and you felt a flutter in your chest at the sudden tenderness in his eyes. "You good?" he asked softly, his voice quieter now, as if the playful energy between you had shifted into something more serious.

You puffed your cheeks in mock defiance, knowing full well you'd been bested. "Okay, fine," you sighed playfully, trying to ignore how your heart skipped a beat from the moment's seriousness. "You win this time."

He chuckled, his hands still resting on your waist, his touch warm and reassuring. "I told you not to mess with me," he said, his voice teasing, but there was a softness to it now that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered at this moment.

You shook your head, your smile still wide despite the emotions swirling within you. "You always have to win, don't you?" you teased, but there was no bite to your words, only the lingering warmth of being close to him in the cool creek.

Gojo's lips curled up again, and his gaze softened as he stared up at you, his body still beneath yours. "Not always," he murmured, and for a moment, you both just lingered there, not speaking, taking in the moment.

The air felt different now; thicker, more charged. The playful energy was still present, but something else was underneath it. You weren't sure what it was, but you couldn't deny the way your pulse quickened as you lay there, still on top of him.

The cool water flowing around you, the closeness of his touch, and the way your breath mingled with his created a cocoon where everything outside of this moment disappeared. You stayed there for a little longer, just breathing, your heart beating a little faster, the stillness of the creek somehow amplifying everything you felt.

Only when the sound of Rosie snorting broke the silence did you realize how long you'd been lying there, lost in each other's presence. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, your hands bracing against his muscular chest, and you looked down at him.

"Alright, alright," you said, the teasing tone returning, "but I'm not going easy next time."

Gojo chuckled, watching you stand before doing so himself. "Oh, I'm counting on it, sweets."

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A little while later, you both had settled on the creek bed, the warm sunlight casting its golden glow over you. The water around you had cooled down, and the gentle current rippled lazily through the creek. You lay back on the soft bed of dirt and sand, your body drying in the sunlight as the warmth from the day seeped into your skin. Your eyes were closed, the quiet sinking into your bones. The murmur of the creek, the rustle of the leaves in the trees, and the occasional soft whinny of the horses filled the air. Rosie and Rain had found a small patch of grass, grazing contentedly, and the world was still.

But then you felt it. The weight of Gojo's gaze was unmistakable. You didn't need to open your eyes to know he was looking at you, studying you in that quiet way he seemed to do when he was thinking deeply, trying to figure something out. You had a sense of what was coming. Sure enough, his voice cut through the quiet, his tone casual but with a touch of curiosity that was hard to miss.

"So, what else did you do to pass the time out here?" he asked, his voice low and inviting like he was fishing for something deeper.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, taking a slow breath before finally opening them and turning your head toward him. He had shifted, now lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand, his posture relaxed but still giving off that characteristic chaotic energy that you were starting to notice more and more. His blue eyes were focused on you with curiosity, as if waiting for you to answer. His hair, still slightly damp from the creek, fell in soft waves, some strands catching the light as it flicked playfully across his face in the breeze. You swallowed, the faintest flutter of nerves settling in your stomach, but you pushed it away.

You thought for a moment, the memory washing over you like the gentle current in the creek. "Sometimes I would sneak out of the house and go for a drive," you said, your voice soft but steady. "Nothing really beats the clear night sky." You paused, turning your head to stare up at the canopy above you, remembering the feeling of those late-night drives. The cool air rushing through the windows, the quiet hum of the engine. It was one of your favorite ways to clear your mind, second only to going on rides with Rosie. "It was always so peaceful. Going for a long drive to nowhere, nothing but the sky and the stars and the moon as my companions."

You let the words hang in the air for a moment. Something was soothing about the memory of those solitary drives, the stillness wrapping around you as you drove aimlessly through the night. The world felt smaller at night, like it was just you and the vast expanse of the night sky, stretching on forever.

Gojo was quiet for a few beats, his gaze never leaving you as he processed your words. His expression softened slightly, the teasing grin he usually wore replaced by something a little more thoughtful. You could tell that your answer had caught him off guard somehow. He seemed to be weighing your words, and the pause stretched slightly longer than usual.

"That sounds... nice," he said, his voice quieter now. He shifted slightly, propping himself up further on his elbow, his gaze still fixed on you. "I've always liked the quiet, too, but..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering toward the trees, then back to you. I'm not really great at being alone with my thoughts.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yeah? I'd never have guessed." Your voice had a hint of teasing, but it was still light and gentle, like you were trying to keep the conversation from becoming too serious.

Gojo chuckled softly. "I'm always surrounded by people," he said, his smile small but genuine. "It's not like I'm complaining; it's just... different, you know?" He paused, his gaze drifting back toward the horses, expression thoughtful. "Can't really hear your own thoughts when you're surrounded by people, so when you finally get a bit of quiet… It can be overwhelming.

You nodded, understanding the need to fill the silence with action, to keep yourself busy so you didn't have to confront whatever thoughts were swirling beneath the surface. You'd always found peace in the quiet, in the stillness of the world, when it felt like time had slowed down.

"Yeah, I get that," you said softly.

There was a brief silence between you two. You could feel the connection between you both growing in that silence, the way you had been circling each other, testing the waters, trying to figure out what it was. You shifted slightly, your body settling comfortably into the creek bed, letting the sunlight warm your skin. You could feel Gojo's gaze linger on you, but you didn't shy away from it this time. There was no need to.

After a moment, Gojo sighed and sat up, his legs crossing beneath him. "I think I get why you like it out here," he said with a faint smile, his eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings—the creek, the trees, the horses grazing nearby. "It's peaceful. A good place to think."

You also sat up, stretching your legs out in front of you. "It's the kind of peace that doesn't need explaining. You just feel it, you know?"

Gojo nodded slowly, his lips curling into a thoughtful smile, but he didn't respond.

You both sat there awhile, watching the horses graze and the water drift lazily. The silence was comfortable, not awkward, just two people sitting side by side in the sun's warmth, allowing the world to keep turning around them. Every now and then, your eyes would meet, but neither of you said anything more, content to be in each other's company for the moment.

Eventually, Gojo broke the stillness with a sigh, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He glanced at the horses grazing nearby, then looked down at his watch.

"We should probably get to heading back now," he said, a hint of reluctance in his tone. "Already missed lunch. Don't wanna miss dinner."

You couldn't help but laugh, a teasing smile curling on your lips as you turned toward him. "Always thinking about food, huh?" you remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I swear, you never want to miss a meal."

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with the familiar mischievous gleam. He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms out as if preparing to make his following statement with all the drama in the world. "Oh, it's not just about the food," he said with a wink, his voice light and playful. "I don't want to miss your mom's cooking!"

The words hit you with such a perfect blend of sincerity and humor that you couldn't help but laugh. Gojo chuckled, too, standing up and offering you a hand. You took it without hesitation, letting him help pull you to your feet.

Gojo shot you a playful look as he pulled you upright. "Come on, let's get back before your mom calls me out for being late again. I'm not trying to be her next target."

"Well," you teased as you adjusted the sleeves of your shirt and brushed dirt and sand off your jeans, "you're the one who insisted on tackling me into the water."

He rolled his eyes with a grin. "Fair enough," he muttered, then gave you a mock pout. "But I'm still gonna blame you if we're late."

With a final laugh, you both turned your attention toward the horses, content and unaware of the drama unfolding around them. You walked over to Rosie and gently untied her reins, and Gojo did the same with Rain. The horses flicked their ears at the sound of your footsteps but otherwise paid you no mind as you mounted up, settling into the familiar rhythm of riding.

Gojo was already in the saddle, adjusting his reins. You followed suit, pulling yourself onto Rosie's back and taking a moment to ensure your balance before looking at Gojo.

"Ready?" you asked, a smile tugging at your lips.

He gave you an exaggerated look of concentration, pretending to think it over. "Oh, I'm always ready."

You nudged Rosie forward with a nod, and Gojo followed suit with Rain. The two horses moved side by side, and the soft clopping of hooves on the dirt path was the only sound as you started your journey back toward the house.

The ride back was leisurely, the afternoon sun now lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. The cool breeze that had picked up during your time by the creek now felt perfect against your skin, and the light chatter between you and Gojo kept the atmosphere easy.

As you neared the house, you glanced over at Gojo, catching him looking at you with that same glint in his eye.

"You sure you don't want to race back to the house?" you asked, your lips curling into a teasing smirk as you glanced over at Gojo.

He returned your smile with one of his own, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Let's do it," he replied.

Without another word, you both spurred your horses into motion. The sound of hooves hitting the dirt was almost drowned out by the rush of wind as Rosie and Rain galloped forward.

The path ahead became nothing but a blur of dirt and green as the two of you raced, the air rushing past your ears, the thundering of hooves like a steady drumbeat in the background. Gojo's laugh rang out, full of life, and you echoed it with your own laugh. Every stretch of the path was an opportunity to close the gap between you, the wind biting at your skin, but his laughter was always just ahead, egging you on.

The race wasn't about who would win anymore. It was about the thrill, the exhilaration of being caught up in the moment, the rush of freedom. Of feeling like, for once in your life, you belonged somewhere.

You only wished the ride could last forever.

Tag List: @tequilya @lunastar888 @ritsatoru @byakuya61085

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pccyouthleader · 18 hours ago

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A little one-shot in honor of Aurora’s birthday!

@e-vay @evayart

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Birthday Escape

Aurora was putting the finishing touches on her evening attire when the doorbell rang. She looked at the deep purple jogging suit and comfortable sneakers in the mirror and tilted her head. It wasn’t exactly what she had expected to wear when Shadow asked to take her out for her birthday. But she knew he had a reason for the suggestion.

“Tiny?” called Sonic from downstairs. “The Faker- I mean - Shadow’s here!”

She rolled her eyes and laughed to herself. Her dad couldn’t help but get a dig in whenever he could. Aurora grabbed her shoulder bag and headed for the stairs.

After kissing her parents goodbye and promising to be back by midnight, she slipped out the front door. She was anxious to learn what Shadow had planned for the evening. He stood leaning against the porch rail with his arms crossed.

Aurora’s heart did a little flip-flop as her eyes took in his perfect smile, his long, lean form, and the alluring look he reserved for only her.

“Happy birthday, Light,” he said in a low voice that always sent tingles up her spine. “Are you ready to go?”

“I am - but can you tell me the reason for the comfortable dress code?” she asked with a grin.

“You’ll see,” Shadow responded, leading her to his motorcycle and helping her on behind him. After donning her helmet, they set off in the direction of town. It was nearing 4 o’clock and the sun was just beginning to sink in the sky.

In town, Shadow pulled his motorcycle into a parking lot next to a nondescript building with a glowing neon sign.

“An escape room?!!!” Aurora squealed, bounding from the bike. “Shadow, I can’t wait!” No wonder he had suggested the comfy clothing!

“I thought it might be something you’d like to try,” he said, pulling her helmet off as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

Once inside, they approached a tall desk with a bored-looking teenager seated behind it.

“What theme would you like?” Shadow asked Aurora as they studied the information board. Her eyes settled on a title written in old-fashioned letters. “Let’s do ‘Mystery in the Haunted Mansion!” Aurora suggested.

The teenager piped up. “I’m sorry - that one is reserved for parties of four or more people.”

Shadow glared at him, then walked up to the desk. After reaching in his jacket pocket, he slid something across to him. “You were saying?”

“Um… I was saying, ‘Right this way!’” The teenager scrambled off his stool and started down a dark corridor with doors on either side. Shadow and Aurora fell into line behind him.

“What gave you the idea for an escape room?” Aurora whispered to Shadow.

He gave a sly smile. “It’s a great way to hone your sleuthing skills.”

“I’ll always be the Nancy Drew to your Sherlock Holmes,” she said, slipping her hand in his.

Shadow looked at her quizzically. “I don’t know what that means.”

Aurora gave a soft laugh as she remembered the stack of detective novels Eggman had secretly given her each birthday since she was able to read. She still wondered where in the world he had gotten them.

The teen stopped at a door at the end of the hallway and began going over the rules of the game in a dull voice. “Once you enter the code and press the button at the end, the game will be over and the door will unlock,” he said. “You have an hour to complete all the tasks and win the game.”

“Let’s do it!” said Aurora, itching to get started. She and Shadow walked into the room, and the door closed behind them with a thud. The second the door lock clicked into place, the lights dimmed and a message appeared on a screen with the backstory.

The game commenced, and together Shadow and Aurora found clues, solved riddles, and examined evidence until they were certain they had solved the case.

“The only thing we have left to do is enter this code and we will have won!” Aurora said, thinking it was the quickest hour she had ever experienced.

“Wait a minute…” said Shadow, looking at the clock counting down near the door. “We solved all the clues in 15 minutes!”

“But how?” Aurora asked incredulously.

“Well, when you play with the Ultimate Lifeform…” began Shadow, stifling a laugh. Aurora shot him an amused glance.

“So that means we have 45 minutes left…” she said.

“Locked away in a small room…” Shadow added.

“All by ourselves…”

They looked into each other’s eyes, drinking in the realization.

“Wanna make out?” Shadow said with a smirk.

Aurora gave him an amorous look. “I thought you’d never ask…”

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #aurora the hedgehog #shadora stories #shadora #shadowxaurora #shadowxaurora?#aurora belongs to e vay

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sammie217 · 2 days ago

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Beneath the Quiet

HIII my beautiful people

tbh this is a sweet and heartwarming fic

have fun reading 💕

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It was a crisp autumn evening when Y/N found herself walking through the quiet streets of her neighborhood. She had just finished a long day of work and was heading home, ready to unwind with a book and a warm cup of tea. The sun had just set, and the air had a chill to it that made her pull her scarf tighter around her neck.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the sound of a ball bouncing against the pavement. Curious, she turned to look and saw a group of people playing basketball at the local park. They were laughing and shouting, clearly enjoying their game.

But it wasn’t the game that caught her attention—it was him.

Niki was standing by the side of the court, holding the basketball in his hands. He was tall, with messy dark hair and a laid-back style that made him look effortlessly cool. He was wearing a simple hoodie and joggers, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made him stand out.

Y/N tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help it. He had a certain charm that was hard to ignore.

She turned her head quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed her, but as she kept walking, she felt a presence behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and found Niki walking in her direction, his long strides easily catching up to her.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice friendly and easygoing. "But I saw you walking, and I was wondering if you’re new around here? I don’t usually see you around."

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh, no, I’ve lived here for a while now. Just… been keeping to myself lately,” she admitted, slightly embarrassed by how awkward she sounded.

Niki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “I get that. Sometimes, it’s nice to just enjoy the peace and quiet. But hey, if you ever want to join us for a game, feel free to drop by.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe one day."

There was a brief silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Niki seemed to have a way of making everything feel easy.

“So, what brings you out here tonight?” he asked casually.

“I was just heading home from work,” she explained. “And you? What about you and your friends?”

“We’re just shooting some hoops,” Niki replied, shrugging. “Nothing too serious. We do it every few days just to unwind.”

Y/N nodded. “Sounds fun.”

He smiled again, his gaze softening. “Yeah, it’s a good way to break up the routine. Anyway, I won’t keep you. I just thought it’d be nice to introduce myself. I’m Niki, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N,” she replied with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They stood there for a moment, exchanging small glances. Despite the initial awkwardness, something about Niki’s easygoing personality made her feel at ease.

“Well, I’ll let you get going, Y/N. But it was nice meeting you,” he said. “And like I said, if you ever feel like joining, you know where to find us.”

Y/N smiled. “Thanks. Maybe I will, someday.”

As Niki turned to walk back toward his friends, Y/N felt a strange sense of excitement in her chest. It wasn’t often that she had conversations with strangers, let alone someone as easy to talk to as Niki.

The next few days, she couldn’t shake the memory of their brief exchange. She thought about it more than she probably should have, wondering if she would ever run into him again. But she didn’t want to get her hopes up. After all, it had just been a casual chat.

A week later, as she was heading back home from the grocery store, she spotted Niki again—this time sitting on a bench near the park with a book in his hands. He looked up and noticed her, and without missing a beat, he waved at her.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out. “What’s up?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the friendly greeting. “Not much. Just finishing some errands.”

Niki stood up, stretching his arms as he made his way over to her. “I was just enjoying some peace and quiet. You should join me. It’s nice to sit and just… do nothing for a change.”

Y/N thought for a moment. She hadn’t expected to run into him so soon, but there was something about his casual invitation that felt warm and welcoming.

“Alright,” she agreed, “I’ll join you for a bit.”

And just like that, their unexpected encounter turned into something more. Over time, Y/N and Niki found themselves meeting more often, whether for short chats in the park, grabbing a coffee, or even sharing a quiet evening stroll through the neighborhood.

What started as a chance meeting blossomed into a meaningful friendship, and who knew where it could go from there?

Maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something more than either of them had expected.

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The End

#enhypen #kpop #cute #enhypen niki #fluff

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lyricalt · 2 days ago

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fic_promptly - theme: opposites

sniperspy & demoman - rated g - prompt: opposite sides of the room

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The sound of Demoman letting out a bark of laughter makes Sniper glance back down at the chessboard. Demo currently has Sniper’s sad little bishop curled under three fingers as he moves the white pawn into its place. With his forefinger and thumb, Demo wiggles a shot glass for Sniper to take as punishment.

“Gotta wonder, laddie. You playing chess with me? Or some other game with that bastard standing behind us?” Demo asks with a grin.

Sniper grimaces. He takes the shot glass, face warming even before he drinks, and a bishop’s jigger shot’s worth of whiskey goes down the hatch. Demoman’s got a modest collection of Sniper’s black pawns but, to be fair, Sniper’s got his own pile of white chess pieces off the board as well. He’d been doing quite alright for himself until ten minutes ago—he thinks all that liquor might’ve hit then.

“Sorry, mate,” Sniper mutters, unable to come up with a proper excuse that wouldn't get Demo falling out of his chair in a laughing fit.

“Here’s a freebie on me; that man of yours ain’t gonna come over unless you holler out to him,” Demo whispers with one hand covering the side of his mouth. The wrong side. Sniper hopes the echo of his words doesn’t bounce off his palm and into someone else’s ears. They’re lucky the rec room is busy with other chatter. Demo leans in with a mocking sympathetic expression. “You makin’ eyes don’t work if his back’s turned. Thought you’d know.”

Sniper takes Demoman’s knight. It might’ve been an ill-advised move in the heat of the moment but it’s satisfying to tip the bottle for a heavy-handed pour. “Ain’t making eyes.”

He hands the shot glass back to Demoman but as he does, he catches Spy turning from his periphery and Sniper does look over Demoman’s shoulder right then.

Spy is only moving to speak with Engineer, hands animated to suggest that he’s either arguing with the other man or—well. Arguing would be the safest bet, though with the way Engie is excitedly holding up a blueprint, it seems to only be friendly banter of some kind. Medic steps in, also starting to talk over Engie, and Sniper’s view of Spy is blocked.

“Ach. Of course,” Demo says, and he might as well slap Sniper’s hand like a school teacher with a ruler. He takes the shot with ease. “Jus’ yer eyeballs being glued forlornly across the room. Maybe you oughta heave a great sigh and twirl your hair-”

“It’s your move,” Sniper reminds.

Demoman knocks Sniper’s rook aside with a well-placed pawn. Sniper glances at the half empty whiskey bottle with what must be a flicker of impending misery. There won’t be much left of him to embarrass at this rate.

“Tell ye what,” Demoman says, lowering his voice. “If you gather enough of your own bollocks and holler out to Spy, I’ll let you take a pawn off the board.”

Sniper scoffs. “I’ll beat you fair and square, mate.”

“And if Spy doesn’t come over, I’ll let you skip that rook shot. If he does, you’ll have to double it.”

Sniper smirks. “Oh, easy-peasy. He’ll not come over for anything if he’s busy arguing with Engie.” Which happens to be one of Spy’s favorite pastimes, particularly if he has the upperhand.

Demoman smiles.

With a huff, Sniper cranes his neck to look across the room. Spy isn’t even paying attention to them. And it seems like he’s winning whatever argument he’s getting into with Engie, who is getting to look more and more blustery by the second.

Sniper takes a breath. “Oi, Spy!”

Spy turns his head, annoyed by the interruption, and Sniper thinks Demoman is off his rocker believing Spy might actually abandon the opportunity to ridicule a fellow coworker, until Spy starts walking across the room to meet them. Even Engie seems to be taken aback by the way Spy waves him off, effectively ending whatever discourse they’ve be going at.

When Spy reaches their table and sets his hand on the back of Sniper’s chair, Sniper thinks he might’ve been stunned stupid by one of Demoman’s shields.

“You called?” Spy asks, looking down at Sniper.

Sniper knows his face must be flushed to the ears. He starts pouring himself two shots of whiskey.

“Aye, Sniper’s in a bit of a pickle,” Demoman says for him, gesturing to the chessboard. His own face seems to have developed a permanent grin of frightening proportions. “It’s his move. Thought I’d let him have a second man to compensate.”

Muttering, Sniper ducks his head, about to take his shots, but Spy plucks the glass from his hand and downs the whiskey for him. Utterly casual about it. Even when he has to press the back of his hand to dab a corner of his mouth with a polite cough as the burning whiskey goes down.

Sniper stares up at Spy in mute despair, which only makes Spy shoot him a small smile like he’s done Sniper a favor.

If Demoman looked gleeful before, he appears downright delirious with victory now. Unbeknownst to Spy, Sniper is considering the pros and cons of eating the chess pieces so that he can never play this bloody bitch of a game ever again.

“Yeah,” Sniper says, already defeated, “I’m at my wits end.”

Spy considers the chessboard.

“Neither of you are playing well,” he concludes after a long moment. The chair creaks as he leans over Sniper’s shoulder. Out of sight, his thumb caresses at Sniper’s back. “Knight takes bishop.”

Oh, you son of a bitch, Sniper thinks, glaring at Demoman. He moves his knight as advised and captures Demo’s bishop.

By now, Demo has taken the whiskey bottle for himself. He moves his queen while taking his required sip. “Check.”

Sniper’s gaze immediately goes to Spy in deep, affronted betrayal.

“King takes pawn,” Spy says, smiling indulgently. He pats Sniper’s shoulder. “I will make you lose in less than two moves. Demoman is quite the cruel adversary. I’m giving you a quick death.” And then, bending down to whisper in his ear, “I believe you wanted my attention for some time now.”

Sniper stares at the ruined chessboard as Spy pats his shoulder again, nods at Demoman, and saunters out of the rec room.

“I think I just lost two games,” Sniper says, not surprised in the least, and knocks his own king over.

#sniperspy #bloody suit #tf2 #promptfic

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oliverstarkfame · 3 days ago

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"maybe tomorrow he will want to be a photographer." he smiled softly as he continued to rub her back. "well i guess you are right and he will bounce around, but still i wish i got him something space theme... can i go half on that star?" he laughed softly and kissed her.

"yes I will, i have to be sure that they will not be on those means streets." he kissed her deeply. "and if they are at least they can take some nice photos while they are on them."

hearing Karlie talk about how Eli would love to do anything if he was involved made his heart swell so big. just a little time with the little guy and his mum was sure that he liked Oliver. that was all he needed to hear. "you really think that he wants to hang out with me? do you understand how excited you just made me." he kissed her a few times. "i really hope you mean that and aren't just saying that to make me feel good about myself."

he shrugged his shoulders, he knew he could figure out a way to do his job in LA and still live in New York "if you asked me to move in today i would be able to figure out how to make it work." he kissed her softly and moved his hands up her shirt. he was just starting to really get into his rhythm when a little noise started to come from the boys room.

shaking her head she smiled. "oh, honey! no! seriously. today he's an astronaut tomorrow he's a tech billionaire. he's five. he's probably going to bounce from theme to theme for a while. i wanted to be a doctor at five. don't stress over it. he asked for a bounce house. i just kinda ran with the space theme after he had a big spike in the interest in, well, space." his love for her boys seemed to be so realistic that it made her heart skip a beat when she listened to him speak. never in her dreams could she have imagined that he would walk into her life and just be so in love with two kids who he had zero connection to. just the fact that he wanted to get to know them and be in their lives was too good to be true. but she'd soak in every moment of it.

"oh you will, now? at least i know he'll have something useful to do with his time. keep him off the streets and out of trouble." she laughed, poking fun, knowing that her boys were probably the last ones that would ever get into trouble.

watching him talk about something that interested him made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. she wondered if this was how he felt when she spoke about the boys. "i'm sure that Eli would be more than happy to join. clearly as long as you're involved he's happy to do just about anything."

she smiled as she draped her arms around his neck. "that's a nice thought. but really we've both got things we must attend to at opposite sides of the country. but if at any time you feel like taking a break from the pacific ocean you've got a place here next to the atlantic." moving her lips against his carefully. just happy that he was finally there in her arms.

#karliek

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 18 days ago

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ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘ SQUIRTING FOR THE FIRST TIME ?!

． paring: Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel x bratty fem!reader

．summary: how they react when you squirt for the first time!

．warnings: nsfw/smut, creampie, tit fucking, cum-play, rough s*x, cow girl, mirror s*x, spanking, hair pulling, Caleb is a switch (sub to dom), pussy slapping, fingering, nipple sucking and biting.

．note : not proof read also the art is by : rororo_mg on X. Also dunno if this is ooc for them! Also zayne’s part is very long. ^_^

＠ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 ；

Caleb always had that cocky little smirk when he looked at you, all charm and mischief, like he knew exactly what you were up to before you even opened your mouth. And right now, that smirk was stretched wide as he laid beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs while you rocked against his cock, taking him deeper with every bounce.

“God, babe,” he groaned, breath hot against your skin as he pushed himself up just enough to mouth at your tits, teasing one nipple between his lips. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You rolled your hips a little harder just to hear him moan, just to feel the way his cock twitched inside you. “Yeah?” You panted, fingers threading through his sweat-damp hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at you. “I thought pilots were supposed to have more stamina than this.”

His eyes darkened at that, something shifting in the way he gripped you—less playful, more possessive. “Oh, you wanna play like that, pipsqueak?” His voice was rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, one that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

Before you could get another smart remark out, he bucked his hips up, thrusting into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. A gasp caught in your throat as your clit rubbed right up against his abs, the pressure sparking something electric inside you.

“Shit—” you whined, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Caleb smirked, hands sliding up your waist before one gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

You should’ve been annoyed—maybe even fought back a little—but the way he was fucking up into you, the way his cock stretched you just right, made it impossible to do anything but whimper. His abs were slick with sweat, flexing beneath you every time he moved, and that friction against your clit was too much.

“Baby—” your voice cracked, body tensing. “Fuck, I—”

Caleb groaned at the way your walls fluttered around him, at the way you trembled in his hold. “Gonna come for me?” He muttered, dragging his thumb over your clit, slow and deliberate. “Go on, pipsqueak, make a mess.”

The coil in your stomach snapped all at once, white-hot pleasure ripping through you as you came harder than you ever had before. Your entire body shook, legs squeezing tight around his waist as the pressure inside you exploded—soaking his cock, his abs, everything beneath you.

“Holy fuck.” His voice was thick with awe and something even deeper, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you through it, prolonging every second of your high. “Did you just—”

You couldn’t even answer, gasping for air as aftershocks shuddered through you. Caleb swore under his breath, hands roaming up your back before he flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. His cock was still buried deep inside you, still hard, still throbbing.

“Didn’t know you had that in you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours as he rolled his hips, slow and teasing, making you whimper. “Guess I’ll have to make you do it again, huh?”

Caleb let out a breathless laugh, brushing his fingers over the slick mess coating his abs. His smirk was cocky as ever, but there was something else in his eyes—something darker, more ravenous.

“Damn, pipsqueak,” he murmured, voice husky as he rocked his hips forward again, making you gasp. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your whole body was still trembling, oversensitive, but the way his cock dragged against your walls, still so deep, had heat pooling in your stomach all over again.

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to sound confident, but your voice was wrecked, breathy.

He just grinned, leaning in so close his lips brushed against your ear. “Oh? Thought you liked mouthing off.” His hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate, and you whined at the way your clit dragged against his abs again. “What happened, babe? Already fucked dumb?”

You clenched around him, hands gripping his biceps, trying to push him away just to get a second to breathe. But Caleb wasn’t having it.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. His strength was effortless, like he wasn’t even trying. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it, that teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was something serious underneath—something that made your pulse stutter.

“Y’know,” he mused, dragging his lips down the column of your throat, pressing just hard enough to make you squirm, “I think I like you better like this. All messy and fucked out.”

You glared at him, trying to get some control back. “I can still—”

He didn’t let you finish. One sharp thrust sent you keening, your back arching as his cock hit that spot deep inside you, sending sparks dancing up your spine.

“What was that, babe?” Caleb’s voice was thick with amusement, but his breathing was rough now, too, his control starting to slip. “Didn’t catch that.”

You couldn’t even answer, too lost in the way he was moving—deep and precise, grinding against your clit just enough to keep you on edge.

“Yeah,” he muttered, nipping at your jaw, “that’s what I thought.”

And then he really started fucking you.

The slow, teasing pace was gone. He set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your ragged moans. His grip on your wrists tightened, keeping you pinned beneath him as he chased his own pleasure, his abs flexing against your clit with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can’t believe you were holding out on me, pipsqueak.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and Caleb cursed, his cock twitching inside you.

“Shit—‘m close,” he gritted out, voice strained. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Hm?”

The way he said it sent you spiraling, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your vision blurred. Your whole body clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out, barely aware of anything but the white-hot pleasure consuming you.

Caleb swore, hips stuttering, before he buried himself deep with a rough groan, spilling inside you, heat flooding your core. His grip on your wrists loosened, and he slumped forward, breathless, his forehead pressing against yours.

For a second, neither of you moved, just panting, your bodies still tangled together. Then, Caleb let out a breathless chuckle.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “First time for everything, huh?”

＠ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ；

The soft hum of the med bay was comforting, a backdrop to the electrifying tension building between you and Zayne. He leaned against the counter, a playful grin spreading across his face as he watched you with those piercing eyes, the warmth of his gaze making your heart race.

“You know, I’m technically on duty,” he said, amusement lacing his voice as he crossed his arms.

You smirked, leaning back against the examination table. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of your patients, Doctor?”

Zayne stepped closer, the playful edge in his demeanor sharpening. “Oh, trust me, I have my hands full with you.”

With a swift movement, he caught your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the table. The contact sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Just a little ache,” you replied, biting your lip as you glanced down at his firm body. “Right here.” You pressed your thighs together, the heat pooling in your core making it hard to concentrate.

“Let me see if I can help with that.” Zayne's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing over your tits before he leaned in, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. The way his mouth moved against yours ignited something deep within you, and you responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair.

Zayne pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

With a determined glint in your eye, you gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. “I want you to make me feel good, Doctor.”

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Well, I do love a challenge.”

In an instant, he had you pinned against the table, his hands exploring your body with expert precision. His mouth found its way to your tits, hot and wet as he sucked and teased, his hands trailing down your sides. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch.

“Zayne,” you gasped, arching into him as pleasure coursed through you.

He pulled back, eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Zayne knelt before you, hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs apart, his breath hot against your core. “Let’s see just how responsive you are.”

His fingers slid between your folds, teasing your clit with gentle strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. You gasped, arching your back as he worked you closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive, so eager.”

You whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. “Zayne, please,” you begged, unable to control the desperate need building inside you.

“Please what?” He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“More,” you gasped, your hips rolling against his hand. “I want to come—please!”

With a wicked grin, he obliged, quickening the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing firm circles on your clit. The pressure built rapidly, the heat spreading through you until it consumed every thought.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice low and sultry. “I want to see you fall apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you squirted all over him, soaking his fingers and the floor beneath you. You cried out, your body trembling as Zayne worked you through it, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Damn,” he breathed, wiping his fingers on his shirt, clearly enjoying the mess you’d made. “You really know how to make a doctor’s day.”

You shot him a playful glare, breathless but eager for more. “Don’t think you’re done with me yet.”

Zayne chuckled, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In one swift motion, he pulled you upright, his hands gripping your hair as he pressed you back against the table, his gaze intense and commanding. “Now, let’s see just how far we can push your limits.”

Zayne's grip on your hair tightened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your skin. “You made quite the mess, babe. I hope you’re ready for round two.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, your body still buzzing from the intense release. “I can take it,” you replied, trying to sound confident even as your heart raced in anticipation.

“Good,” he said, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Zayne positioned himself between your legs, his hands roaming down your thighs as he leaned in to plant teasing kisses along your stomach. You squirmed beneath him, your skin alive with sensitivity, every touch sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Let’s make sure those lovely tits get the attention they deserve,” he murmured, his mouth finally closing around one of your nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

You gasped, arching your back as waves of pleasure radiated from your chest. “Zayne, that feels so good,” you breathed, fingers digging into the table as you pushed against him, craving more.

He glanced up at you, eyes dark with desire. “I love hearing you say that,” he said, switching to your other nipple, giving it the same attention while his fingers trailed down your stomach to your slick folds.

With deft fingers, he teased your clit again, circling and pressing just right as he continued to suckle your breast. The combination of sensations had your head spinning, your body responding eagerly to his every touch.

“Z—Zayne, pleaseeee,” you whimpered, feeling the familiar tension building once more.

“Please what?” he taunted, his breath hot against your skin. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Just… don’t stop,” you managed to gasp, urgency creeping into your voice.

“Good answer,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his face as he increased the pressure, fingers moving faster as he thrust two of them deep inside you. The sudden stretch made you moan loudly, your hips grinding against his hand instinctively.

“Look at you, baby,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “So fucking desperate for my cock.”

“Zayne, I need you,” you breathed, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. “Please.”

“Alright, but first…” He pulled back slightly, positioning himself between your thighs again. “I want you to try something new.”

Before you could process what he meant, he guided your hands to your breasts, encouraging you to squeeze and play with them while he pumped his cock in front of you. The sight of him, so hard and ready, made your mouth water.

“Tit fuck me,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding. “Show me how much you want it.”

You nodded eagerly, wrapping your hands around your tits and pressing them together, creating a perfect valley for his cock. The warmth of your body against him made Zayne groan, and you felt a thrill at the power you held over him, even as he watched you with a hungry gaze.

“Just like that, babe. Perfect,” he encouraged, guiding his cock between your tits, the sensation driving you wild.

You could hardly believe how good it felt, his cock sliding between your flesh as you pushed your chest together tighter, looking up at him through your lashes. “You like this, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, his hands gripping your wrists as he pushed himself deeper between your tits. “You’re so good at this, baby.”

The heat in your core grew as you continued, each thrust of his cock making you wetter, slickness pooling between your legs. Zayne was losing himself in the pleasure, eyes rolling back as he thrust deeper, each movement sending waves of satisfaction through both of you.

“Damn, I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained, as he watched you with pure lust.

“Do it,” you urged, the thrill of it all pushing you closer to your own edge. “I want to feel you.”

With a deep groan, Zayne thrust forward one last time, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he spilled himself between your breasts, warm ropes of cum painting your skin.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, watching the sight of him losing control over you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Now, that’s a mess,” he chuckled, looking down at the sticky fluid covering your chest. “You’re lucky I like it messy.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence at the way he watched you. “I think I might have to return the favor, Doctor.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?”

With a mischievous grin, you slid off the table, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye. “Let me show you.”

He let out a low laugh, clearly impressed by your boldness. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Zayne leaned down, his fingers sliding into your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. His smirk was wicked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re still feeling bold, huh? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before you could fire back, he flipped you over, pressing your chest flat against the examination table. His large hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as he dragged the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit until you squirmed beneath him.

“Look at you, so fucking wet,” he murmured, his free hand coming down hard on your ass. The sharp sting made you jolt, a needy whimper escaping you. “You act like a brat, but your body tells me exactly what you want.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you bit out, pushing back against him.

Zayne chuckled darkly. “Still mouthing off?” He didn’t wait for an answer—he thrust into you in one smooth motion, stretching you open as his cock filled you completely.

Your fingers clawed at the table as a strangled moan left your lips. “Fuck—Zayne!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you,” he groaned, setting a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the med bay, mixed with the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you deep.

His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock harder. The angle had him slamming against your g-spot with every thrust, sending pleasure surging through your body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, one hand slipping between your legs, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed firm, tight circles, making your legs shake. “I can feel you squeezing me—getting close, aren’t you?”

You were falling apart too fast, the heat coiling in your stomach, the relentless pace of his cock driving you straight to the edge. “Z-Zayne, I—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and commanding. “Come for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

His fingers pressed harder against your clit, and just like that, the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave. Your body locked up, back arching as you came hard, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck yes,” Zayne groaned, watching you soak him. “That’s my good girl.”

Your body trembled, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out just long enough to spread your slickness all over his cock, smearing your wetness against your folds before thrusting back into you with a deep, guttural moan.

The overstimulation had you whimpering, but the pleasure was addicting, your walls fluttering around him as he chased his own release.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up—”

With one last deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside you, hot cum flooding your pussy. He rocked his hips a few more times, letting you feel every drop before slowly pulling out.

A filthy wet sound followed, his cum oozing from your used hole. Zayne hummed in approval, dragging his fingers through the mess before pushing some of it back inside you, his smirk downright sinful.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he murmured, watching as you twitched beneath him, body still sensitive. “You look so damn pretty like this, baby.”

You shuddered, still trying to catch your breath, but managed to shoot him a glare. “You’re a menace.”

Zayne only chuckled, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

You sighed, leaning into him, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over you. “…Shut up.”

His grin widened. “Whatever you say, babe.”

＠ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ；

Xavier had you sprawled out beneath him, his toned body hovering over yours as his fingers ghosted over your skin, teasing, taunting, driving you insane. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he trailed his hand between your thighs, brushing over your already swollen clit.

“Mm, look at you,” he mused, voice smooth, dripping with arrogance. “So desperate for me, and yet you were acting like a little brat just a few minutes ago.”

You huffed, shifting beneath him, trying to grind against his hand. “Maybe if you weren’t so slow, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Xavier chuckled, but the amusement in his eyes darkened, something more dangerous lurking beneath. “Oh? Is that right?”

Before you could process it, his palm cracked against your thigh, then your ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah—Xavier!” you yelped, the sound melting into a moan as he smoothed his hand over the heated skin.

“Now, that’s better,” he murmured, fingers dipping back between your folds, slipping through the wetness there. “God, you’re soaked, babe. You really do like being put in your place, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, but a sharp slap to your ass had you gasping.

“I asked you a question,” he said, his voice all silk and steel.

“…Maybe,” you muttered, face burning.

He tsked, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” Another sharp slap made you whimper. “But you’re my pain in the ass.”

You shivered at that, but before you could say anything else, Xavier finally gave in, pushing two fingers into your pussy, stretching you open. The pleasure was immediate, your back arching as he curled them just right, finding that spot that made you tremble.

“Xavier—”

“I know, baby,” he purred, working his fingers faster, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re taking me so well.”

Your breath hitched as the pleasure built fast, the coil in your stomach tightening with every stroke. “I-I need more—”

He smirked. “More?” He withdrew his fingers, ignoring your whine of protest as he leaned back, positioning himself between your legs. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you properly then.”

You barely had a second to react before he was pushing inside, stretching you open with his cock. The stretch was intense, your walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, a low groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he murmured, rolling his hips, making you whimper. “So damn tight, baby.”

His hands gripped your hips, setting a ruthless pace, each thrust hitting deep, rubbing against that spot that had you seeing stars. The pleasure was dizzying, your tits bouncing with every movement, heat building in your stomach at an alarming pace.

Xavier watched you, a smug smirk curling his lips. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You could barely think, barely breathe, the pressure in your core reaching its peak. “X-Xavier, I—”

“I want to see you lose control,” he rasped, his thumb rubbing messy circles against your clit, pushing you over the edge. “Come for me, babe.”

And just like that, the tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body shuddered as you came, the force of it so intense that you felt yourself squirt all over his abs.

A strangled moan left your lips, your mind hazy as you collapsed beneath him, body twitching from the aftershocks.

Xavier stilled for a moment, glancing down at the mess you’d made, before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, running a hand over his slick-covered abs before bringing it to his lips, licking it off with a satisfied hum. “That was fucking hot.”

Your face burned, embarrassment creeping in, but before you could protest, he thrust into you again, making you gasp.

“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly. “We’re not done yet. I need to see you do that again.”

And with the way he was looking at you—hungry, insatiable—you knew you were in for a long night.

＠ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ；

Sylus sat with his back against the headboard, his toned arms resting lazily on the pillows, watching you with those piercing red eyes. His expression was unreadable—calm, controlled—but the way his fingers kneaded into your thighs told you everything. He was holding back. Letting you set the pace. But for how long?

You were straddling his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you open in a way that had your whole body trembling. Your hands were planted on his chest, nails pressing into his skin as you struggled to move, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him.

“Look at you,” Sylus murmured, voice smooth, laced with amusement. “Acting all shy now.” His fingers tightened on your hips. “Didn’t seem so shy when you were teasing me earlier, baby.”

Your face burned, but you still mustered up a glare. “I wasn’t teasing,” you muttered, shifting slightly, gasping when the movement made his cock press even deeper.

His lips quirked, but his patience was wearing thin. “No? Then what do you call sitting in my lap, grinding against me, acting like you weren’t desperate to be fucked?”

Your breath hitched, and you looked away, refusing to answer.

Sylus hummed, his hands sliding up to your waist, his grip steady but firm. “That’s what I thought.” He guided you up, just enough for the tip of his cock to nearly slip out before dragging you back down onto him. A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your nails raking over his chest as pleasure shot up your spine.

The stretch was too much, the sensation unbearable in the best way. You wanted to move, to fuck yourself on his cock properly, but your body was weak, trembling from how deep he reached inside you.

A whimper escaped your lips, and Sylus groaned at the sound, his composure slipping. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “You feel so fucking good.”

Your thighs burned, struggling to keep up with the pace you wanted, and he noticed. The second you faltered, Sylus’s control snapped.

“Can’t do it yourself, huh?” he mused, though his voice was rougher now, his patience long gone. “That’s fine. I’ve got you.”

Before you could react, he gripped your ass, holding you still as he rolled his hips up into you, slow but deep, dragging a broken moan from your lips. Then he did it again. And again.

The pace was brutal, his cock hitting spots that had you gripping onto him for dear life, pleasure mounting too fast to control. Your clit throbbed, the friction driving you higher, pushing you toward a peak that felt different—more intense, more overwhelming than anything you’d ever felt.

“S-Sylus—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your throat. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Then let go,” he rasped, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit, his thrusts never slowing. “Come for me.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you with a force that left you gasping, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through you. A sharp cry tore from your lips as you felt it—felt yourself squirt, the rush of liquid soaking Sylus’s cock, dripping down onto his thighs.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his red eyes dark with something primal as he watched you tremble in his lap, completely wrecked.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

You barely had the energy to respond, your body still pulsing from the aftershocks, but Sylus wasn’t finished. His hands flexed on your waist before he thrust up into you again, burying himself deep as his own release hit, warmth flooding your insides as he came.

Your body slumped against his, breathless, skin slick with sweat. Sylus ran a hand through your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his other hand lazily trailing over your thigh, brushing against the mess between your legs.

“Looks like I fucked you stupid,” he murmured, smug.

Your weak glare didn’t faze Sylus in the slightest. If anything, it made him smirk, that lazy, knowing expression that only made your stomach tighten all over again. His fingers traced over your thigh, slipping dangerously close to the mess between your legs, deliberately teasing.

“You made a mess, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t expect you to squirt like that.” His thumb brushed your swollen clit, making your body jolt against him.

Your breath hitched, still sensitive from your orgasm, but Sylus didn’t care. He spread his fingers, rubbing your pink and creamy slick over your inner thighs, then over his cock, still buried inside you, his release mixing with the wetness between your legs.

“Feel that?” His voice dropped lower, more deliberate. “You’re still drippin’ all over me.”

A whimper escaped your lips as he pressed down on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, your thighs trembling on either side of him.

“S-Sylus—”

“Hmm?” His free hand slid up your body, fingers curling around your tits, kneading the soft flesh. “Something wrong?”

You shuddered, hips jerking involuntarily against his touch. “Too much—”

He only chuckled, rolling a nipple between his fingers while keeping steady pressure on your clit. “Too much, huh?” He tilted his head, eyes burning into yours. “That’s funny, baby, ’cause your pussy is still clenching around me like you want more.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, torn between sensitivity and the sharp need still buzzing under your skin. He was pushing you past your limit, and he knew it.

Sylus shifted, pressing you down against his chest, trapping you against his heat. His lips brushed over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “Be good for me,” he murmured, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers slid between your folds, spreading your slick. “Let me have one more.”

You whimpered, body tensing, but when he thrust up into you—slow, deep, filling you all over again—the last of your resistance crumbled.

＠ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ；

Rafayel’s eyes locked onto yours, that intense pink and blue gaze igniting a fire inside you. He stepped closer, his smirk teasing as he caught the challenge in your expression. “Feeling mean today, huh?”

“Maybe I am,” you shot back, a playful glint in your eye. “What are you going to do about it?”

Without warning, he lifted you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the bed. You felt your heart race as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs apart.

“You know I love it when you act like this,” he said, a low growl in his voice as his fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing your pussy. “But let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

His fingers worked expertly, stroking your clit and plunging deep into your slick heat. “You’re already soaked, baby. Can’t resist me, can you?”

You gasped, trying to maintain your defiance but quickly losing your resolve. “Shut up, Raf.”

“Make me,” he challenged, his smirk growing wider as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot inside you. Your breath hitched, and your back arched as pleasure coursed through you.

“Raf, please,” you whimpered, squirming against his touch, desperate for more.

He didn’t waste any time; with one swift motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing and ready. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” you begged, feeling the need building inside you. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, and in one powerful thrust, he filled you completely. You gasped at the stretch, his cock hitting all the right spots. “Look at you, so fuckin’ needy.”

He set a brutal rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, his body slamming into yours as he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction. The pressure built inside you, the familiar tension coiling tighter with each thrust.

“Raf, I’m so close!” you cried, feeling your body ready to explode.

“Just a little more, baby. Let it happen,” he urged, his pace relentless, driving you closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, everything snapped. You felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure crash over you as you squirted for the first time, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath you. Your body trembled, and cries escaped your lips as pleasure washed over you in waves.

Rafayel grunted, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he watched you come undone. “That’s it! Just like that!” he growled, losing himself in the sensation.

“Raf!” you screamed, unable to contain the intense pleasure coursing through you.

“Fuck, I’m right there!” he grunted, thrusting deep as he chased his own release, filling you with his warmth as you both rode the wave together.

Breathless, he collapsed against you, the heat of your bodies mingling as you came down from the high. “You really know how to make things wild,” he panted, a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

Rafayel's grin returned as he caught his breath, that playful glint never leaving his eyes. “Damn, babe, you really squirted everywhere,” he said, looking down at the mess you both made. “Guess I really know how to get you going.”

You laughed breathlessly, the tension from earlier still buzzing in your body. “Yeah, well, maybe you should get used to it.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he shot back, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he playfully nudged you with his knee. “Ready for round two?”

With a quick movement, he turned you around, positioning you on all fours. “Time to show you how fun mirror sex can be,” he teased, guiding himself back inside you from behind.

“Just look at those tits bouncing,” he remarked, his voice light and teasing. “I could watch this all day.”

You felt the familiar mix of pleasure and irritation bubbling up, but the way he kept his tone silly made it hard to stay mad. “You’re ridiculous,” you replied, pushing back against him, wanting more of that delicious friction.

“Ridiculously good at this, right?” he quipped, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the air. “Feel that, babe? You like it when I hit you like this?”

“God, yes!” you cried, loving the way his cock filled you up, the way he perfectly mirrored your movements, matching your pace with every thrust.

“Then let’s make a mess again,” he grinned, his tone dripping with playful confidence. With each thrust, he picked up speed, pushing you closer to that familiar edge.

“Raf, I’m close!” you gasped, your clit rubbing against the bed as he drove deeper.

“Let it go, babe,” he urged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you both built toward that climax again. “I want to see you squirt again.”

With his words igniting something primal within you, you surrendered to the pleasure, feeling the tension build until it burst. You squirted again, moaning as pleasure washed over you, the sensation more intense this time as he continued to thrust, sending you spiraling into ecstasy.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl!” he shouted, his own release following closely as he filled you up, both of you lost in the bliss of the moment.

As you both caught your breath, Rafayel leaned down, his playful demeanor returning, pulling you back against his chest. “You ready for round three? I think we can make an even bigger mess this time.”

You smiled, the warmth of his body against yours making you feel alive. “Bring it on, babe. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”

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tonycries · 9 months ago

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Cause, I Love Freaks!

Synopsis. The question isn’t whether he can make you squírt - it’s how and where.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squírting, unprotected, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Sukuna’s and Choso’s), bréeding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, Sukuna’s thigh tattoos, thigh ríding chokíng, overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.1k

A/N. I think I’m in some early ovulation week because…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.

Now, does Toji know he’s the best you’ve ever had in bed? Of course.

Is he proud of how he’s done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah.

Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how he’s able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Toji’s dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is “missing out” and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.

Surely, that stupid conversation doesn’t bother him, right? Right?

Wrong.

He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong.

“Damn. Not that one either.”

If you could, you’d probably let out a sob - but right now, you’re too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if you’re even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, “Guess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?”

“Please!” you let out a strangled yelp as Toji’s big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. “I-I don’t think I can- ah-”

Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even.

The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-

“Toji–”

“Aww, c’mon, pretty.” Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. “G-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that I’m the best, right?”

Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind you’d have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldn’t - couldn’t - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing.

“Now now, doll.” you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, “Focus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtin’ all over me now, right?”

You really can’t help the way you’re giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And it’s so cute that Toji’s murmuring a low, “Use your words, doll.”

“I- ngh-”

Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “Louder.”

“Gonna- gonna squirt for you, Toji…”

If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he might’ve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till you’re bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, that’s for later.

Right now, he’s flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.

Sloppy - so, so desperate.

Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesn’t make you squirt this time then he’s gonna lose his sanity. Might’ve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily.

“Bit- bit more-” he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. “Jus’ a bit more, pretty.”

“Oh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-” It’s all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. “M’so- close-”

“Yeah?” And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldn’t even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. “Squirt f’me, doll.”

You don’t even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly you’re soaking Toji’s cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress.

So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji can’t bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way you’re gushing all around him - like you couldn’t stop. Again and again and-

“S-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All f’me? Good girl.” Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiu’s face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. “What did I tell ya?”

“Heh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind

Now, it’s not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lil’ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.

“So messy.” Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. “Are you this messy just f’me? M’so lucky, my love.”

It’s all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanami’s face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.

And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.

Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. “Jus’ let me take care of it.”

And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious.

“Kento-.” you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanami’s aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, “D-don’t tease.”

He’s letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way you’re glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better.

But no, instead, he’s breathing out a little, “Fine.” Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, “But you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.”

Nanami doesn’t wait for your response - he doesn’t have to. Already knowing that you’ll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So he’s digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-

It wasn’t enough.

“Shit. Fuck-” you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.

Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-” you’re grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. “S’too much- too deep.”

And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.

Moaning around your entrance, “Remember what I mm- said.” Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. “Get it dirty and-”

“Kento! Oh my god-” You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanami’s little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below.

Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth.

“F-fuck.” Nanami’s smacking his lips against your own. “You taste so good. So heavenly.” Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. “Gonna make a mess f’me now? Gonna hah-”

And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.

Because Nanami doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him.

Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way you’re soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-

“My glasses.” Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanami’s dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. “You dirtied my glasses.”

As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting.

In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.

“Told ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.” Smiling so dangerously, “Think this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Favorite part

Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, “God, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?”

You didn’t - and it’s all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock.

“Hngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-”

Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even.

So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high.

“Shit- shit shit shit.” you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. “Jus’ like that. Good girl.”

Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just can’t help but go over the edge as well.

“Oh- oh god.” Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before he’s spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, “This pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.”

Loved how you were squeezing him so tight.

Loved how you were so messy.

Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again.

And he can’t stop - couldn’t, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below.

And Geto can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right?

“You can mm- gimme another one, right?” You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. “Your slutty pussy’s gonna s-squirt all over me again?” Fat head hitting it over and over and-

“Suguru!” you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t remember his nickname. “S’too- much. M’too ngh- sensitive.”

Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Geto’s throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, “Now, that won’t do.”

And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didn’t want his pretty girl to run away.

Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips.

“Please-”

Huffing in amusement, “Please what?”

And you don’t even know what you’re begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you.

“Heh, can’t even fuck- talk.” And it’s so dizzing how he’s puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lil’ whines - at the way they’re suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. “Ngh- well, if you don’t wanna talk…”

Close. Too close.

You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. “Mmmpf- what are you-”

“At least don’t try to escape, gorgeous.” he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess he’s smeared across your glossy lips.

Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, “Cuz this is my favorite part.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie

If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, they’d laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was.

That inconspicuous little thing he’d take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. It’s not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement.

Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together.

Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.

“Sorry, baby.” he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. “You just looked so fuckin’ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.”

The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall.

But Choso couldn’t give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldn’t have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-

“Mmpfh! Hngh-”

Found it.

Without another word, he’s reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lil’ whine that escapes through his palm.

“Shit, so fuckin’ gorgeous.” Breath hot against your ear, “Look.”

You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy.

“Can’t get enough. Shit-” Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. “Fuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-” Puffy folds milking Choso’s fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didn’t hurt - whether his wrist wasn’t cramping up now, fingers sore.

And if they were, then, Choso didn’t show it. Instead, he’s bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you can’t help but squeal. So fucking loud.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Is everything alright in there, ma’am?”

Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner.

So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, “Ma’am?” from outside.

“Wh-what’s the matter, baby?” he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldn’t hear the lewd squelches as he did. “Shy? Answer the hah- question.”

And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, “Y-yeah.” Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, “I’m jus-”

Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit.

“I-I’m al-right.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

And it’s as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove you’re so utterly not.

Not when Choso’s drawing tight little circles in time with the way he’s hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans.

So much so that you’re mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested.

But still you’re so close.

Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. “Well…please let us know if you need any help.”

Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before he’s sighing, “She’s gone now.” he bites down on your lower lip. “Y’can hah- cum f’me, y’know? Make a mess?” Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. “Fucking cover me in it.”

And then you are - all over Choso’s hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!

Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it.

So fucking pretty with the way you’re squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso can’t help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, “We got so many more clothes to try on.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot

“You’re going to cum f’me just like this, okay, brat?”

Maybe it’s the way you’re sat so prettily on Sukuna’s muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe it’s the way you can’t do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.

But Sukuna just can’t help but tease you.

Can’t help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh-

He was right. No panties.

“Heh, such a naughty little minx, aren’t ya?” he can’t help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, “Acting all innocent but you’re just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?”

The clink of a belt, and suddenly you’re feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo.

“B-but Kuna-” you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like you’re just seated on his lap. But you gasp, “Here?”

“Why not?”

If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didn’t have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukuna’s as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more.

“Aww, my messy girl.” And fuck if it wasn’t difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. “Who’re you this wet for?”

But Sukuna’s skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you can’t help but let out some incoherent babble.

One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. “Sorry, pretty. Can’t hear you above this fuckin’ music.” Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, “What were you sayin’?”

“Ngh- f-fuck-” you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lil’ movements. “Only for ngh- you.”

Voice such a low purr in your ear now, “Who?”

“Y-you, Kuna-”

“Yeahhhh, fuck.” he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. “S’exactly what I like to hear.”

And God, he didn’t even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch.

One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over.

You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-

“Oi, look at me, brat.” he’s tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. “Focus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.”

As if you could do anything but.

Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. “Evil lil’ thing.” he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. “Guess it ngh- makes sense though because…” you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukuna’s eyes as he whispers, “-because you’re mine.”

And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice.

Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.

Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have been embarrassed - shy, even.

Instead, you’re glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer.

“Don’t you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way

“Such a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.” Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. “C’mon, what ngh- happened to taking control?”

Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriend’s face. So much for taking control tonight.

“Y-you’re a ngh- cheater, Toru.” you hiss, but you can’t stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. “It was s’pposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.”

And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest.

“But, sweetheart~” Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips weren’t. “Isn’t it s-so much sweeter this way?”

You don’t know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojo’s words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock.

Words a bit more breathless than you’d have liked as you mutter, “W-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean ‘sweet’?”

The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojo’s swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard.

Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“M’gonna show ya.” he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. “Gonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-” Gojo’s eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. “Hah, feisty. But just you wait. M’gonna show ya.”

Having you feeling more and more like some curse he’s out to vanquish with the way he’s fucking you so merciless.

“Merciless?” Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. “Mhm, sure did.” he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. “N’ you h-haven’t even seen the ngh- best of it.”

You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo.

For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier.

The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself.

He’s whispering, like a mantra now. “Gonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- m’gonna.” Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- “Now.”

As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock.

“Oh- f-oh my god. Toru!”

Gojo’s own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before he’s pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit-

That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojo’s abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.

Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, “Oh, baby.” Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. “See? Sweeter this way.”

Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so.

Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, “Wonder if it’ll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?”

A/N. Hope y’all have a good day.

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cumironi · 3 months ago

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‘ SSSHH, BEWARE OF THE FOOTSTEPS！

feat. gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami, shiu

𖧷 sum. “ssshh, keep quiet,” they moan in your ear, breath burning your skin despite the cool air of the night. sēx outside can be very tricky, but. . . getting caught or not, it’s up to you: whether you can’t keep your moán to yourself or. . . not.

warning. outdoors/public space, exhibitionism, dōuble-penetration ( sukuna ), petnames, overstim, praises, name-calling, choke(s), under influence ( gojo, all consent ), dirty talk, spank(s).

＃ GOJO SATORU

your giggles grow louder rhythm along the way you bounce on gojo’s thick cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. the alcohol has loosened your inhibitions, allowing you to be more carefree and playful in your lovemaking. “baby...” you whimper, grinding down on him harder as you ride his lap. your wet cunt clings tightly to his shaft, the heat, and tightness driving him wild.

“you’re such a naughty girl, always begging for more of my cock,” gojo teases, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you. his blue eyes sparkle with mischief and arousal, drowsy from alcohol. “i think ’m going to have to punish you for being such a bad girl. you couldn’t even wait until we got home, huh?”

gojo grins at you, crocked, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you hard and fast, his massive cock stretching your cunt to its limits. “yeah, looks like i’ve got a little slut on my hands,” he says, his voice low and husky with desire. “a filthy girl who can’t control herself around me.”

he lifts your skirt higher, exposing more of your ass as he slaps it hard, the sound echoing through the quiet yard. “this is what happens when you’re a bad girl, sweetheart. you get punished.” gojo thrusts up into you again, his length hitting deep inside your womb. “and right now, i’m the judge, jury, and executioner.”

you laugh before a sharp cry escapes your lips the second gojo’s palm— big and cold— connects with your ass, the stinging sensation mingling with the intense pleasure from his relentless pounding. your cunt clenches around his thick cock, drawing him in deeper with each thrust.

“you are so silly,” you cringed between your giggles, bracing yourself against his chest as you continue to ride him wildly. the combination of the cool evening air, the warmth of his body beneath you, and the intoxicating liquor coursing through your veins has you lost in a haze of lust and euphoria.

“sshh, we should be quiet,” you whisper, again, giggling, your voice breathless and desperate between the laugh. nails dig into his shoulders as you grind down onto him, seeking that perfect angle to make you come undone. gojo chuckles darkly at your whispered plea, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. “shh, yeah, keep quiet, baby,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your ear. “we don’t want anyone hearing how loud and dirty this little slut is getting fucked out here.”

his words send a tingling, flames of stars from your shoulder straight to your cunt, and you bite your lip to stifle another giggle. gojo’s cock is so deep inside you, stroking that sensitive spot within your core with every powerful thrust. you can feel his balls slapping against your cunt, adding to the overwhelming sensations crashing through your body.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” gojo groans, his face contorting in pleasure. “i can feel your cunt squeezing me like a vice. you love my big dick, don’t you?” your legs tremble as gojo’s thick cock stretches and fills you completely, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hits that sweet spot deep within your core over and over. you throw your head back, your long hair cascading down your back as you surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

“your mom and dad might see us,” you declare between the giggle instead of answering, warm breath fanning your boyfriend’s face the minute you lean closer. the mix of the rough grass beneath you, the cool night air, and gojo’s searing heat enveloping— a dangerous mix of cocktails of lust and pleasure that sends you spiraling out of your mind.

gojo smirks up at you, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. “let ’em watch,” he says, his voice low and husky. “they already know i’m a perverted bastard. nothing new there. they know better than to disturb me when i’m fucking their daughter-in-law.” he grips your hips harder, pulling you down onto his cock as he drives upward, burying himself to the hilt inside your dripping pussy. “fuuuck, you feel amazing,” gojo groans, his forehead pressing against yours as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure. “i could cum inside you right now, fill this naughty girl up with my seed.”

his words send a jolt of excitement through you, and you begin to move faster, riding him with reckless abandon. the thought of gojo marking you, claiming you as his, pushes you closer to the edge. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the yard, punctuated by your high-pitched moans, giggle and gasps.

he leans in, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plundering yours as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. gojo breaks the kiss, panting heavily, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you, baby? i can feel your pussy twitching around my cock.”

# GETO SUGURU

gasps sharply as geto’s thick cock plunges deep inside you, your body jolting against the cold metal railing. you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle a moan at the intense sensation of being taken so roughly out here in the open air. “sh-shh...” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling slightly. “fuck— sugu’ be quiet,” just a second, you glare at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

fingers curling around the rusty, dirty balcony fence tighter, your knuckles turning white as he pounds into you relentlessly. the force of each thrust makes my breasts bounce and rub against the rough fabric of his shirt that you wear. you can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft stretching you wide, hitting all the right spots inside you.

“oh god— baby,” breathe out, your words barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing and the creaking of the wooden floor beneath you. “hah! look who’s talking tough now,” geto chuckles lowly, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. his hands grip your hips tight, fingers digging into your flesh as he uses them to pull you back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. he is not even bothering to keep his voice down as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. his mission is only one : make the stupid neighbors stop flirting with you.

“you’re the one making all those cute little noises,” he teases, his voice dripping with amusement. “i bet they can hear you moaning all the way down the hall. ’m surprised they haven’t called the cops yet,” he teases, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he growls, “and i’m going to keep doing this until you can’t take anymore.”

geto reaches around to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of the shirt. he pinches your nipple between his fingers, meannn, twisting it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your cunt. the action earn a choked whimper escapes your throat at the cruel twist of your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. geto’s pace quickens, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. the balcony’s fence creaks ominously under the force of your coupling, but he shows no signs of slowing down. “come on doll, scream for me,” he commands, his voice low and husky with desire. “let everyone know who’s fucking you senseless out here.”

your pussy clenches tightly around geto’s thick cock, milking him as he continues to ravage you with wild abandon. “ah-ahh! s-suguuuu’!” you cry out, unable to contain yourself any longer. the rough treatment of your sensitive nub, combined with the relentless pounding of his shaft, pushes you precariously close to the edge.

geto’s mocking words only fuel the fire within you, igniting a dark, primal desire that demands release. as he grips your hip harder, pulling you back onto him with bruising force, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensations. “hhn! oh f-fuck, s-shouldd- quiet,” you wail, your voice rising to a desperate keen, whispering like a mantra to yourself.

geto grins wickedly, pleased by your desperate attempts to stifle your cries. however, he clearly has no intention of letting up anytime soon. “that’s right, let it out,” he encourages, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “moan for me, doll. show everyone how much you love getting fucked raw by your boyfriend out in the open.”

he punctuates his words with another vicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you. the obscene squelch of skin meeting skin echoes loudly across the balcony, mingling with your ragged breaths and the creaking of the railing beneath you. geto leans in close, his lips hovering mere inches from your ear as he whispers, “come on, i know you can be louder than that,” his breath burning, spit all the pleasure with his dirty talk. “show me how much you love getting fucked in public. let everyone know who’s making you cum so hard.”

you can tell geto was loving seeing you struggle to hold back your moans. he continued to push deeper and faster into your wet heat, stretching your walls around his thickness with every powerful stroke. his grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he used your body for his own pleasure— and his punching-jealosy bag. you could feel the veins in his cock pulsing against your inner walls, throbbing with need.

a strangled sob tears from your throat as geto’s words wash over you, each syllable a sharp blade cutting through your last vestiges of restraint. the shameless, public nature of your tryst, coupled with the unrelenting assault on your senses, finally shatters the fragile barrier holding back your climax.

“fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” you shriek, your voice a raw, guttural cry that seems to reverberate off the very walls of the building. your body convulses violently, back arching as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. your pussy clamps down around geto’s pistoning cock like a vice, rhythmically milking him as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. the sheer intensity of your release leaves you gasping and twitching, utterly spent.

# TOJI FUSHIGURO

breathless moans escape your lips as toji pounds into you relentlessly, the bamboo walls creaking with each powerful thrust. the sound of waves crashing outside mingles with your ragged panting, creating an erotic symphony.

“mm— baby. .” you gasp, your hands bracing against the rough bamboo as he grips your hips, pulling you back onto his thick cock each time while you, uncontrollably desperate to keep your mouth shut from spreading the moan and sin to everyone around— there are children around for fuck sake. the cool ocean breeze wafts through the open ceiling of the structure, sending shivers down your spine even as your body burns with desire. your clit throbs in time with toji’s sleepless strokes.

“shhh... i gotchu, ma,” toji whispers huskily in your ear, feeling your body tremble beneath him. he tightens his grip on your hips, fucking you harder, faster, driven by lust and the thrill of getting caught. the thought of someone discovering them sends a dark thrill through him. leaning over your shoulder, he nips at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks making a sharp cry tears from your throat as toji bites down on your neck, his teeth sinking deep enough to draw blood. his free hand snakes around to rub your clit in firm circles, pushing you closer to the land of climax and pleasure just for a second. “gonna fill this tight pussy up, ma,” he growls, his voice low and rough with arousal.

the pain only heightens your pleasure, making your inner walls clench greedily around his pistoning cock. the bamboo structure creaks ominously under your frenzied coupling, but toji doesn’t care. all that matters is claiming you right here, right now, consequences be damned. you whimper, your head thrown back against his chest as he assaults your sensitive flesh with his fingers and mouth. the knowledge that you are so close to being discovered only fuels the fire raging within you.

your hips buck wildly, meeting each of toji’s powerful thrusts as he drives into you with primal intensity. the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the small, tiny, wee space, mingling with your ragged breathing and toji’s guttural grunts. toji’s arms snake around your slippery skin for the nth time, to press firmly against your belly, encouraging you to arch into him, to meet his thrusts head-on— bend your stomach deeper into the bulge of his thick cock that peeks at your abandonment.

“fuck yeah— come on ma, i know you can do it,” toji snarls, pounding into you with reckless abandon. he can feel your body starting to tighten around him, and it spurs him on. he wants to push you over the edge, make you scream his name for all to hear. fingers dancing lower, he roughly pinches your clit, rubbing it between his fingers in harsh, rapid circles. at the same time, he leans in close, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispers filthy promises. “gonna cum so deep inside you, mark you as mine. everyone will know who you belong to.”

# RYOMEN SUKUNA

whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of being filled so completely by sukuna’s enormous cocks. tears continue to stream down your cheeks— struggle to even do as much as catch your breath, each thrust sending waves of pleasure-pain crashing through you.

# NANAMI KENTO

panting heavily, i manage a weak, “my lord. .” your voice is barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin and sukuna’s lewd grunts of satisfaction. his twice or three times bigger mouth on his stomach lick the small of your back— it smirks, your cunt can feel it.

sukuna chuckles darkly at your feeble attempt to address him properly, his four arms gripping you tighter as he pounds into you relentlessly. the tongue on his stomach licks up your spine, leaving a trail of saliva that tingles on your sensitive skin. his upper pair of hands reach around to grasp your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he fucks you harder. the third hand slides down to rub your clit, making sure to hit that sweet spot with every stroke.

“foolish mortal,” he sneers, his voice low and menacing. “you should be grateful i deign to use you for my pleasure. your pitiful cries only spur me on.” one of his hands slides around to fondle your breast roughly, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers. his other hand reaches down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, forcing your body to respond despite your mind’s protests.

cries out sharply as sukuna tweaks your nipple, the sudden jolt of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure from his cocks and touch. “ah! m-my lord, please...” your hips buck involuntarily, meeting his thrusts as his skilled hands work to push you closer to the edge. “this is— too much, i-i can’t...”

trembling, you clench around the thick cocks stretching your inner walls, desperate for some respite but knowing it won’t come anytime soon. “just- just give me a moment, i need...” your eyes hooded, half-heartedly open and find the open garden surrounded you, few of his servants passed by— yet, despite them didn’t have enough the courage to look directly, the voice of skin roughly kiss, your desperate-slutty moan, and sukuna’s rough grumble was obvious.

sobbing quietly, you try to gather your fragmented thoughts, dreading what further degradation or humiliation sukuna might inflict upon you once he’s finished using your body for his twisted amusement. sukuna laughs cruelly at your pleas, his tone dripping with sadistic glee. “a moment? how quaint. you think you have control over this?”

instead, he speeds up his pace, the wet sounds of his cocks pistoning in and out of you growing louder. the tongue on his stomach slithers up to your ear, licking the shell before whispering, “i think you need to learn your place, silly mortal. and if begging for mercy is what it takes...”

his fourth arm moves to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. “perhaps a little choking will help you focus on the present. now, beg properly. beg me to let you cum, to grant you this fleeting pleasure.”

the hand on your clit intensifies its ministrations, rubbing circles that send sparks of ecstasy shooting through your nerves. with that, he redoubles his efforts, slamming his cocks deep inside you with brutal force. the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echo through the garden, mingling with your choked sobs and the occasional gasp from passing servants who can’t help but steal glances at the depraved scene.

the servant who dared to glance your way quickly looks away, not wanting to meet sukuna’s wrathful gaze. they all know better than to disturb their master when he’s indulging in such carnal pleasures. sukuna tightens his grip around your throat slightly, his smirk growing wider as he watches the effect it has on you. he leans in close, his hot breath washing over your ear as he whispers, “look at them, pet. can you see how they’re staring? envious of the privilege i’m granting you, of the pleasure you get to experience at my hands.”

his fingers dig into your neck, applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur at the edges. “they wish they could be in your position right now, don’t they? wishing they could feel my cocks inside them, wishing they could hear their own desperate moans echoing through the garden.”

your vision starts to blur from lack of oxygen as sukuna tightens his grip around your throat. panic sets in as you claw at his wrist, desperate for air. he chuckles darkly, amused by your struggles. just as you're about to pass out, sukuna releases his hold, allowing you to gulp in a ragged breath. he watches with perverse fascination as you tremble and wheeze, your body still wracked by the aftershocks of his relentless pounding.

sukuna’s hand on your clit becomes a blur of motion, rubbing and pinching in a relentless rhythm designed to drive you to the brink of insanity.

he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close as he rocks into you slowly. his voice is low and husky, filled with desire even as he tries to keep things discreet. with his other hand, he gently cup your cheek, tilting your face up towards him, thumb brushing across your lips as he tries to silence your pleasured moans. “shh, my love... i know it feels amazing, but we need to be quiet so no one knows what we’re doing here.”

his brown eyes filled with adoration and lust, blend like a mix of cocktails under the dim blue and purple bar lights. “i want to hear you, but not like this. let me take care of you when we get home, okay? right now, just relax for me...” he punctuates his words with a deep, slow thrust, making you gasp despite yourself. his deep voice is a soothing whisper against your ear as he rocks his hips. one after another while keeping his hard length buried within your cunt. “just focus on how good i make you feel, okay? let me take care of everything.”

your body shudders at the intensity of his words, his touch igniting sparks that race through your veins. you nod frantically, unable to form coherent responses over the crescendo of pleasure building inside you. instead, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling into his warmth as you cling to him desperately.

your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure against your sensitive clit. you can’t help the whimpers that escape, muffled against his skin, as he continues to stroke that perfect spot deep within you. each deliberate thrust sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, threatening to consume you whole and drowning you all the way.

desperate to stifle the sounds of your desperation, you press your mouth to his throat, sucking gently on the pulse point there. the subtle pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure. the sound of music and everyone push painfully far away to the back of your head, and everything becomes grey with how much the sounds of nanami’s breathing kissing your ear. all warm, soft and just him. “baby..”

he inhales sharply as you suck on his throat, the sudden rush of sensation sending a jolt straight to his aching cock. his grip on you tightens reflexively, fingers digging into your hip bones as he struggles to maintain control. the urge to claim you harder, faster, more forcefully is almost overwhelming, but he resists, determined to please you rather than succumb to base instinct.

with a herculean effort, he steadies his movements, focusing on long, slow strokes designed to stretch and fill you without jarring you against the seat or drawing unwanted attention. he lets out a low groan, the sound vibrating against your ear as he fights to hold back his own climax. “my love... the love of my life,” he breathes, the endearment barely audible over the thumping bass.

overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through every fiber of your being, you can only whimper and tremble in nanami’s arms. the steady rhythm of his thrusts, the heat of his body enveloping yours, the sweet ache of his fingers digging into your flesh— it all blends together into an exquisite symphony of pleasure.

it was painfully slow, but when he was sensing your impending release, nanami’s hands begin to roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your breasts, before coming to rest on your thighs. he spreads them wider, angling his hips to hit that magical spot inside you with precision. the added pressure sends you spiraling toward the edge, your inner walls clenching and fluttering around his thick length.

nanami’s eyes darken with lust as he watches you lose yourself in pleasure, your body tensing and trembling in his grasp. he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing the desperate little noises you make. his tongue dances with yours, matching the rhythm of the loud music, alsooo, mirroring the rhythm of his hips as he continues to stroke into you, hitting that sweet spot again and again.

# SHIU KONG

he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the column of your throat, nibbling and sucking marks into your tender skin. “so beautiful,” he murmurs against your flesh, his voice heavy with desire. “i could look at you forever.” his hands slide higher, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your top. he thumbs your nipples, coaxing them to hardness as he teases and plucks at the sensitive buds.

breathless, eyes wide with excitement and guilt as you look around at your secluded spot amidst the bamboo forest. gasp as another wave of pleasure crashes over you from your thick cock stretching your velvet walls. eyes flustered closed while your fingers curled up, wrapping the fabric of his suit around.

“fuck, it feels so good...“ you start moving faster on top of him, riding him harder as the thrill of getting caught only heightens your arousal. you lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth as you continue to bounce on his lap, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. “we’re being so naughty out here in the open... what if someone walks by and catches us in the act?” you asked, tone nonchalant so the heartbeat once you pull away.

a low groan escapes shiu’s throat, feels your tight heat gripping his cock tighter with each hard ride. his hands grip your hips, guiding you to fuck yourself on him even deeper— panting heavily, he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes.

“let ’em,” he rasps, his voice husky with desire. “i want everyone to see how badly i’m fucking you right now.” shiu’s fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you down to slam your cunt onto his shaft again and again. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet woods, mixing with your high-pitched moans and his deep growls.

“you’re so goddamn sexy like this,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning across your ear. “riding my dick in public, not giving a damn who sees...” your body trembles as shiu’s words, intensifying the burning need within you. you throw your head back, lost in the ecstasy of being taken so roughly, so publicly. each harsh thrust makes you cry out, your voice carrying through the stillness of the bamboo grove.

“sooo dirty,” you tease between giggling, grinding your clit against him as you impale yourself on his thick cock. your hands slide up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing and tugging at your nipples as you continue to ride shiu with wild abandon. leaning down, you capture his lips once more, kissing him deeply as you move, your tongues tangling in a heated dance.

shiu meets your fervent kisses with equal passion, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he devours you whole. his large hands roam your curves, squeezing and kneading your supple flesh as he drinks in every moan and whimper that spills from your lips. few seconds and he breaking the kiss to trails his mouth along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. “mmm, such a naughty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice dripping with approval. “wants to get caught, huh? wants everyone to know you’re mine.”

shiu’s fingers find their way beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming up your stomach to pinch and roll your hardened nipples. he watches intently as you writhe above him, your breasts bouncing with each frenzied movement. one hand leaves your hip to palm your breast, thumbing your nipple through the fabric of your shirt before slipping beneath to tease the hardened bud directly. you let out a sharp gasp as shiu’s skilled fingers play with your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

“mmm, feel that, doll?” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with lust. “your tits are so sensitive, i bet they’d be perfect for my mouth.” the sensation of his warm breath on your skin and his filthy words make you ache for more. “please!” you beg, arching your back to push your chest further into his touch.

with a wicked grin, shiu pulls your shirt up and off, revealing your heaving breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze. he wastes no time, taking one pert nipple into his mouth and suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

you moan loudly, head thrown back in bliss as he lavishes attention on your other breast, pinching and rolling the neglected nipple between his fingers. shiu releases your nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening and swollen. he gazes up at you with dark, lustful eyes, his own chest heaving with exertion.

“that’s it, baby,” he coaxes, his voice rough with desire. “make some noise for me. let everyone know how much you love having my cock buried deep inside you.” he punctuates his words with a particularly forceful thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. shiu grins, pleased with himself.

leaning forward, he takes your other nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling until you’re squirming and mewling above him. his free hand slides down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower to rub at your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“you’re so close, aren’t you?”

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