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pudgefeeder · 2 years ago
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lilo pelekai is a 21 year old human based on lilo from lilo and stitch. she is a barista with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !
INFO.
full name: lilo kaimana pelekai
date of birth: november 20th, 2002
hometown: kauai, hawaii
zodic: scorpio sun, aquarius moon, cancer rising
sexuality: bi, possibly asexual
education: highschool graduate
occupation: barista at v8 cafe
height: 5′3
hair: dark brown
eye color: dark brown
tattoos/piercings: pierced earlobes
markings: n/a
mother: [redacted] pelekai
father: [redacted] pelekai
siblings: nani pelekai, stitch jookiba
pets: n/a
PERSONALITY.
positive traits: eccentric, daring, empathetic, faithful, authentic
negative traits: dramatic, stubborn, capricious, unorganized, turbulent
fears: driving/vehicles (especially in bad weather), losing people, feeling trapped, clowns
likes: elvis presley, music from the 50s-70s, black and white movies, horror movies, shaved ice, fresh fruit, smoothies, looking at constellations, plushies
dislikes: rules, following rules, being told to calm down, showing weakness, crying in front of people, being left out, broccoli, being scolded, living somewhere without an ocean
hobbies: making dolls, practicing voodoo and black magic, people watching, binging conspiracy theories when she should be asleep, taking pictures (before evermore - surfing, swimming, collecting seashells, making sandcastles, hula dancing)
aesthetics: vintage record players, late night rabbit holes, hibiscus flowers tucked behind the ear, out of focus polaroids taped to bedroom walls, extra pineapple on pizza, sandals, ufos doodled on the back of notebooks, peanut butter sandwiches floating through the ocean, throwing fists, a backpack stuffed with random receipts and small broken objects, going from laughing to shouting in a matter a seconds, long melodramatic sighs, coconut shells, red muumuus, toes covered in sand, being in a crowd of people and feeling alone
HEADCANONS.
lilo is an old soul, and would like everyone to know she liked polaroids and record players before it was cool... for this generation.
she also genuinely prefers black and white movies.
she has a polaroid camera that she carries with her everywhere, a gift from her parents. film can be expensive and hard to find, but she much prefers it to new cameras and especially cell phone cameras.
she doesn’t use social media often if at all.
she practices voodoo. has no idea what she’s doing, but she likes reading up on it and pretending.
dramatic bean! so dramatic! over silly little things!
every thursday since she was a child she used to feed pudge the fish a sandwich. she swears it’s the same fish. she worries now that he misses her and he’s going to get angry that he’s not getting fed and punish her. she knows it’s a silly thought, but she still can’t help but believe it.
lilo is terrified of cars. especially when it’s storming. ever since her parents died she refuses to get her license and will walk anywhere that she can.
she carries a picture of her family with her everywhere she goes. she sleeps with it under her pillow at night. the more time that passes, the more she worries she will forget them. the sound of their voices is harder to place. If she ever loses this picture, she will have a complete breakdown.
she likes to look up at the stars and remember the funny constellations her mother would come up with and point out to her when she was a child.
elvis is the best artist and if you say otherwise she will judge you.
she is a sucker for all things coconut!
she could stay up until seven am going down a YouTube conspiracy theory rabbit hole.
lilo is asexual; while she is not against a relationship, she is definitely not seeking one out and would have to like someone in a way she’s never liked anyone before to consider it.
pineapple does go on pizza. pineapple goes on absolutely everything. all the time.
she refuses to eat seafood. fish are friends, not food!
doesn’t really own any dresses. she had several muumuus back at home, and maybe one sundress that collected dust in her closet.
as a child she used to make her own toys. like her dolls. they didn’t have a lot of money, and she also enjoyed the hobby.
she does not handle her emotions very well. she doesn’t seem to function the way other people do. sometimes she wonders if something is wrong with her. usually things build and build and when they come out... it isn’t pretty.
total beach bum. probably goes without saying.
lilo was quite honestly surfing before she could walk. she misses the ocean since it was her favorite thing to do, but also because it’s the only place she still feels like her dad is around.
big nani and david shipper. she just wants her sister to be happy. but she wants her sister to be happy with david.
does not do well with change. at all.
believes in aliens, obviously.
but also believes in vampires, witches, ghouls, you name it.
hawaii is her favorite place in the entire world, and she is so deeply proud of where she comes from.
her second biggest passion besides surfing is hula dancing. she was in competitions for it growing up. It’s been a long time since she’s done it on stage, but she still enjoys it, and it’s the only kind of dance she is truly good at.
she doesn’t care what her sister says, she still thinks a lobster would be a good pet.
lilo will not change herself for anyone, but sometimes, if she’s being honest, she wishes more people could just... love her for how she is.
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phagodyke · 3 months ago
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aouuugh my uterus......
#long long day at work codeine wasnt helping with cramps and my meds are less effective on my period :(#ive been doing okay most of the day tho just starting feeling kind of miserable omw home bc such a long wait at the bus stop in pain#and im kind of lonely at the moment but wont be able to climb tomorrow bc of cramps so thats my main social source gone :(#and it always feels worse at home bc if im having a hard time like in physical pain or feeling down my roommate cant rly handle it#like she cant rly be in the room with me the headphones go straight on. which is ok im realising its just how her type of autism works#so im trying not to get as upset at her abt it. with varying degrees of success but it just takes time#i mean i dont get upset AT her like ik its not her fault and i dont want her feeling like it is. I keep it internal + cry once im alone#just different social needs n boundaries innit. we're a bit incompatible is all#but its still hard. I'd like support from other ppl when I'm struggling i mean i think thats a fairly normal thing to want#but of the friends I would be comfortable talking to abt how i feel none of them have that kind of emotional availability#which again is ok like its not on them. and im very capable of dealing w my shit myself one way or another so its not a Need#but idk. it would just be nice. I feel like I've had to be so independent most of my teenage and adult life and I wish I could take a#break from that sometimes. even just a hug would be nice man#sorry i always come on here and talk abt the same problems... well youll see me do it again no doubt abt that 🫠#ughh and i feel so guilty for wanting things ppl cant give even though i know its not really my fault either and im allowed to want things#and i dont cross boundaries or make them feel bad abt it. i really hope i dont anyway. but still ahhh...#its so hard for me to feel connected to anyone if they cant rly engage w me emotionally at all like its a non negotiable#factor into closeness and trust for me and i get so frustrated bc i feel so distant and alienated from the ppl i care abt most#and ik i overreact bc of my rsd so maybe its just that its probably not even a real issue. but its real to me bc im the one who gets upset#man. anyway its okay just a really really long day. im gonna wash my dishes and then shower#and finish my book. maybe i should play some dead cells i miss it. i dont really want to think abt how i feel anymore#maybe ill see if anyones free to hang out tmr evening so i dont have to feel as lonely even if i cant leave the house after work#all good nice to have a plan anyway. done sniffling. my hot water bottle is helping thr cramps a littlr i think#.diaries#oh i dont think its helping actually ow. i took more codeine an hour ago why doesnt it do anything. not fairrr 😭
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bitchyblkqueer · 1 year ago
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i cannot believe i havent talked about how much I hate this my jaw DROPPED when I read it and I almost didn't finish the run 😭 women proposing to men gives me the heebie jeebies Bad. because it's always a hail mary to try and save the relationship but it Never Works!!!
look @ the reasons iris gives - it's like she's annoyed that she has to ask. these r not good foundations for a marriage!
i understand wanting them married again but since marriage has shifted from being about money - which it would have been in the silver age when iris + barry were first married - to love + legality, there's less incentive for women to be married. especially a career oriented woman like iris.
if her reasonings were something like i need financial security (barry is maybe loaded now??) or taxes or power of attorney i would understand. but marriage will not fix communication issues. and let's be very real statistically marriage does not benefit women. it kills them.
does iris have friends?? if one of my friends said that they were planning this it would be an emergency situation. im talking 51/50 (not really because I don't trust hospitals but u get it)
anyone would have told her that this was a bad idea (not that she would listen) linda would Love to talk about this with her! where are the girls mayday mayday diva down!!
and then when barry says yes im supposed to be happy for them..... free iris...... and barry tbh. free them from the shackles of heteronormativity!
and barry's face here pisses me off so bad HOWWWW is that your reaction
and i wanna know what's in the box. it has to be HER engagement ring right? men normally don't wear one but id be down if she had one for him.
im just lucky they didnt have her get down on one knee I would've been in jeremy adams mentions. i don't think he understands how the interactions he writes between women and their partners are being perceived (see also: hal carol and nathan)
anyway this is from flash 2016 #790
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sturnlsstuff · 5 months ago
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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo
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| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"
pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader
summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.
warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, public¿ sex, cursing, mdni
a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long 😭 part two here !!
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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.
her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.
chris: u busy?
she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.
y/n: hi to you too
y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up
chris: having fun?
chris: when u gonna be home ma?
y/n: like in an hour or so
chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya
y/n: you do???
she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.
chris: hell yeah i do
chris: get ur ass out here
she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.
y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address
chris: omw gorgeous
chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.
after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.
chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.
he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."
she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.
she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.
"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.
she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.
"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.
"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.
he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."
"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."
"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."
"see, and that's crazy."
chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.
"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."
"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"
chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...
once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."
chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."
she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.
"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.
he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.
"c'mere."
her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.
"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.
"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"
she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.
"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.
"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"
"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.
"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.
"shut up for once, yeah?"
"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.
she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.
she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.
"god, i hate that i missed you so much."
it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.
"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"
she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.
"yeah... i did"
he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.
"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.
"want me to show you?"
he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.
"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."
his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."
he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.
"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.
"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"
she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.
"show me how much you missed this dick then."
she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.
"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. he’s holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and he’s missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.
he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.
"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."
she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasn’t experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.
“fuck.. just like that” one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."
he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.
"chris i-"
she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.
"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"
she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"
"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"
"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.
she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.
"chris!"
but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.
"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.
"yeah, baby?"
she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."
he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.
"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."
chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.
"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.
"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."
she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.
"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"
she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.
"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.
his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.
"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."
he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."
she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.
"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."
she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.
"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."
"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."
he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.
"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.
he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."
she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"
chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.
"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."
with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.
"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.
"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."
"im paying this time."
"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"
"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.
"soooo... round two?"
"christopher, i swear to god."
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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long 😭 tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..
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fastandcarlos · 7 months ago
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Welcome To The World Of F1 : ̗̀➛ Ollie Bearman
summary: as a new contract waits for ollie, you’re right by his side to make sure that you can enjoy all of the celebrations by his side
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ynusername: up, up and away ✨
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username1: omg pls tell us you’re going to see ollie 🥺
username2: my dream is to be as aesthetic as yn!!
olliebearman: can you hurry up and come back to me now please 🫶🏻
ynusername: @/olliebearman I’m omw love 💕
username3: my two fave people about to be reunited
username4: I love how supportive yn is of ollie ☺️
oscarpiastri: cannot wait to see you this weekend!!
dinobeganovic_: secretly wish you were coming to see me
ynusername: @/dinobeganovic_ 🤫🤫🤫
username5: can’t wait for all the paddock updates this weekend 🙌🏻
username6: the cutest couple strikes again 😭
kimi.antonelli: come and see me instead, I’m way better 😂
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ynusername: exploring with my best friend 💞
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username7: yn always comes through with the sweetest snaps
username8: can ollie come and be my tour guide too please 😭
liamlawson30: can’t believe you didn’t let me come and third wheel 😂
username9: I love how ollie still always makes time for yn during a race weekend!
olliebearman: thank you for coming to visit me, ily angel 🫶🏻
ynusername: @/olliebearman ily so much more 😘
arthur_leclerc: eurgh I hate how adorable you two can be sometimes ❤️
username10: glad to see you got some time together 🥺
jackdoohan: next time you can come and show me around oliver
username11: officially obsessed with the two of you!!
oscarpiastri: you forgot the bit where you bring yn to come and visit me 🙂‍↔️
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olliebearman: officially an f1 man 💪🏻 I always knew that red and white was my colour 😂🏎️
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username12: there’s never been anyone more deserving than you ollie 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
username13: can’t wait to keep supporting you on this new adventure!!
lewishamilton: congrats brother and welcome to f1 🏎️
ynusername: you never fail to amaze me…I could not be happier for you 💞
olliebearman: @/ynusername I never could’ve gotten this far if it wasn’t for your support
username14: praying that haas know how lucky they are to have you 🙏🏻
oscarpiastri: about time, buzzing to line up on the grid with you next season bro
username15: I’ve never been prouder, we’ve got your back always 🏎️
landonorris: yet another brit bossing it on the track 💪🏻🇬🇧
logansargeant: told you it was just a matter of time!
charles_leclerc: so well deserved, we’ll miss you here at ferrari ❤️
username16: can’t wait to cheer you on every race weekend ☺️☺️
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ynusername: a rare day off with the best looking driver on the grid 💕🥺
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username17: I couldn’t agree with you more yn 🥺
oscarpiastri: I didn’t realise that we spent the day together today?? 😂
landonorris: you just wait until you meet me next season…might just change your mind 😝
ynusername: @/landonorris 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️
username18: look at his little smile omg
username19: if anyone ever questions how happy yn makes ollie just show them this photo
olliebearman: always the best time with you my love 💕💕
kimi.antonelli: can you stop making it so obvious how in love you both are please
username20: this is the sort of date I dream about enjoying one day 😭
username21: pls let me have a relationship like this one day
carlossainz55: looks like I trained you two well on social media 😂
username22: can’t deal with the cuteness anymore
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ynusername: officially a haas girl now 🫡
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username23: you look so good in red and white omg
liamlawson30: don’t tell ollie but I couldn’t be happier for you guys 😂
username24: ollie’s so lucky having you in his corner 🫶🏻
olliebearman: I’m the luckiest man in the world having you by my side
ynusername: @/olliebearman you’re stuck with me forever 😘
username25: can’t wait to see you in the paddock next year yn
iamrebeccad: it was lovely to meet you today 💞
username26: the best looking haas girl that ever did exist
oscarpiastri: btw lily told me to tell you she’s very offended that you didn’t come and find her today
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri that’s because I knew if I found her I’d never let her go 😂
username27: I still can’t believe we actually get to see ollie in f1 next year omg
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olliebearman: thank you for everything ferrari, onwards to the next adventure 🤧🤩
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username28: bigger and better things coming your way ollie ❤️
scuderiaferrari: thanks for everything, see you across the grid next year!
username29: your time now ollie, show em what you got 💪🏻
carlossainz55: all the best for next season, drive like you did for me and you’ll smash it
username30: more of those podium celebrations next year please
jackdoohan: are you joining haas?? wow you never mentioned it 😂
olliebearman: @/jackdoohan why do you hate me 😂
username31: the best adventure ever awaits 🥺
ynusername: have I mentioned recently how handsome you are 🤔💞
username32: never been prouder to call myself a fan of you, can’t wait for what’s to come!
georgerussell63: looking forward to having you around the paddock
username33: I love how all the british drivers have just slowly adopted ollie over the past few weeks
username34: can the new season just hurry up now
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ynusername: get you a guy that can be incredibly handsome and a massive goofball at the same time 😂
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username35: idk bout you but he looks like the best guy ever
arthur_leclerc: I’m available if you want a better version of this 😝
ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc soz but no one compares to mine
username36: I want an ollie in my life too please
username37: wow he looks good in blue 🥺
logansargeant: stop making him look so irresistible
username38: why is my heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster 🤔
username39: do you rent him out to single fans by any chance?? 😂
olliebearman: thanks for always knowing my perfect angle 😂
ynusername: @/olliebearman every angle of yours is perfect 😘
username40: boyfriend ollie is the vibe I didn’t know I needed
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ynusername: remember the days when we could go wherever and no one would no our names, now everyone knows yours…I’m so proud of you, day one as a formula one driver ✅❤️
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olliebearman: those days are my favourite…as are you 🫶🏻
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liseytopia · 30 days ago
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NEXT TO YOU ⋆⭒˚.⋆
SYNOPSIS — with billie finally back from tour, you find yourself not wanting to leave her side ever again.
PAIRING — billie eilish x fem!reader
CONTAINS — mostly fluff. homesick billie n lovesick reader <3
WARNINGS — none wow this is maturity
DEAR READER — merry christmas @r7leee :3 this one is for u babe!! keep the fic exchanges going this is sm fun
WORD COUNT — 0.7k, short and sweet :3
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the first few weeks with billie gone were tolerable. before she went on tour for her chart-topping album 'hit me hard and soft', she mentioned to you that it would be a long time. begrudgingly, you replied that you could survive without her.
but on the last week she'd been gone, you were starting to second guess yourself.
it was the day she was flying back into los angeles and you swore you were pacing the rooms of your apartment, checking your phone at least every two minutes, waiting presumably for hours for a text from your girlfriend to say that her flight landed.
you tried everything to pass time—watched your favorite movies, did some baking, deep cleaned the entire apartment and even made a few new playlists, but nothing was taking your mind off of her and it seemed like no matter what you did, time was only extending.
while you were on your phone, scrolling away on the couch, you saw a notification pop down from the top of your screen. it was a text from billie. you clicked on it immediately, surprising even yourself with your quick reaction timing.
plane just landed :) can't wait to see you, darling
you replied back, omw right now, i miss you
you shot up instantly from the couch and ran to your front door, sliding on your shoes in a perfunctory manner and making a beeline to your car. the drive to the airport was around half an hour but you were anxious the entire time, not to mention excited. you hadn't seen billie in what felt like forever, and you couldn't wait to be in her arms again.
you messaged again when you parked the car, and she told you what section was in. you waited impatiently for her to come down the walkway and meet you. your leg was bouncing uncontrollably as you gazed down that hallway. she would be walk down there any minute.
after what seemed like lightyears worth of time, you glanced up from your phone that you became once again preoccupied with, and saw billie's figure walking your way in the distance.
your phone was long forgotten, along with your earbuds and whatever other belongings you brought with you, because you were up instantly and running down the building to billie. your legs sprinted her way, and billie's suitcases and bags were additionally left behind as she ran straight to you.
your bodies collided in a tight hug, your arms up around her neck and hers around your abdomen. you couldn't help but tear up into her shoulder as you held each other.
"billie, it's been so long.." you whisper-sobbed against her hoodie fabric. the scent embedded into it was what you longed for and missed all this time, it felt so surreal to have it again.
she giggled against you, though it still sounded like she was going to break into tears. "i told you it would be, babe," she teased.
"oh, shut up.."
billie's grip on you only tightened. she never admitted it, but she missed you just as much as you missed her, if not more.
she suddenly pulled away from you and when you lifted your head from her shoulder—your face coated in tears—she pressed a long, deep kiss into your lips. that action alone was enough to convey all her longing and love for you, even just as a reminder.
once billie decided she was done, she cupped both of your cheeks with her hands and rubbed some of the tears away from your eyes with her thumbs. "aww, my love.." she mumbled as her own eyes teared up more. she began to pepper small kisses all over your face, not even caring if anyone was watching the show of pda. she kissed your tears away gently, as if dedicating her love to each kiss.
your hands took her own face and brought her lips back to yours. the kiss was short but deep, filled with all your passion for her.
"wanna be next to you forever, baby," you mumbled against her lips, your thumbs subconsciously rubbing her face.
"i guess i could do with that," she replied, teasingly acting like she didn't want to.
you giggled and kissed her one last time for the time being. "you're such an idiot."
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starniolosposts · 10 months ago
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impulsive
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
summary: chris impulsively texts you, and it end up with him between your thighs.
warnings: smut, face sitting, short oneshot
notes: hope you like it, don’t read if you don’t like sexual content! ill make more fluff in the future! btw pink is texts
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chris: hi, can you sit on my face??
you: dont know where this is coming from but yes i can
chris: really? like actually? you’re serious?
you: how about you come over and i can show you how serious i am?
chris: omw
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“fuck fuck fuck.” you whined, head falling foward to stare down at your best friend between your thighs.
you let out a cry as his lips sucked roughly around your clit, your knuckles turning white as you clutched onto your headboard.
chris’ eyes rolled to the back of his head, getting drunk off the taste of you. he couldn’t get enough of your pussy, veined hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you in place. he forced you to ride his face until you screamed from his tongue and mouth, shaking and convulsing. he still didn’t stop though, but its not like you wanted him to.
your glazed over eyes found his lovestruck ones peering up at you as he slowly flicked his tongue into your dripping pussy, making your legs tremble at the sight. this was something you had fantasized about but never thought would come true, considering chris was your best friend and never indicated he had wanted anything more.
“o-oh my god, i’m cumming again.” you squealed, muscles tensing weakly as you orgasmed once again. he groaned into your cunt at the taste of your cum dribbling down into his mouth, your hips jerked in over-sensitivity as he continued his tongue movements with vigor.
“c-chris! i cant!” you whimpered, trying to pull off of him but his hands pulled your pussy back down towards his panting mouth, making you sob in overstimulation.
“stop moving. you’ll cum as many times as i say, alright?” he murmured, softly kissing your clit and making you flinch from the burning pleasure. it was borderline painful, but that just made you moan more and louder.
“h-hurts! oh fuck, feels so f-fucking good.” you cry out, your hips now subconsciously rocking against chris’ mouth, seeking out the scorching pain and pleasure he gives you over and over and over.
“you like sitting on my face, baby? my tongue in your pussy?” he lewdly asks while catching his breath, hands massaging your thick thighs that tighten around his head. jesus, he would happily live and die here on this bed, with you sitting on his face.
you mindlessly nod, small tears building in your waterline. your definitely disheveled, your hair is a mess, eyes half lidded, and mouth slightly parted.
he smacks his hand down on your thigh when you don’t answer, making you gasp. he could feel your cunt clench.
“answer me, y/n. or did i fuck you too stupid to speak?”
chris’ words only make you whine and move your hips, trying to get him to just continue even if you knew it would hurt to orgasm again. you wanted it.
he doesn’t comply. he starts to tease you, kissing and biting your inner thighs but not going to where you want him.
you groan in frustration, body trembling with need as your chest heaves with heavy breaths. your pussy clenches around nothing, and you know he can tell his teasing is affecting you by the smirk on his glistening lips.
“what is it, y/n? did i really fuck you stupid? use your words.”
you glare down at him as your pleasure fades away, but the constant throb of need is there. “chris.” you grumble, sighing as he kisses your thigh.
“there ya go, atta girl. now tell me what you want.” his voice is low and causing goosebumps to rise on your hot skin.
“i want you.” you whisper honestly, and you lock half lidded eyes with him. you both know you mean that in more ways than one, not just sexually.
chris’ adams apple bobs as he swallows and then smiles with relief and infatuation. “good. i want you too.”
“then hurry up, chris.” you whine, bringing your hips down in a desperate motion, “please fuck me.”
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junkissed · 1 year ago
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love thy neighbor
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member — fwb! neighbor!joshua x f reader genre — smut, light angst, college au, idiots to lovers, happy ending word count — 5.1k synopsis — there's perks to having your fwb live next door to you, but there's also downsides. like the fact that it's really hard to hide that you're in love with him. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, one mention of periods, masturbation (both reader & joshua), the smut is REALLY quick, premature ejaculation sort of, a little bit of body worship, nicknames (baby, good girl), not really described but implied creampie, they are idiots and they are in love and it's gross and sweet notes — tysm to @wongyuseokie & @onlymingyus for help choosing the banner <3 and thanks to @petrichor-han for this idea !! fun fact this was originally going to be for skz han but i figured it would also make a great shua fic so i chose him instead. fun fact #2 i am addicted to giving shua's fics religious titles even when there's no mention of religion in the fic at all lmao. it gives me a giggle like how could i not when it fits so well?? also this is one of my few attempts at angst so if you liked this please reblog or send and ask and lmk how you liked it! hope you enjoy!!
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joshua should be asleep right now. 
really, he should. it’s 11pm on a sunday night and he’s got his chemistry lab at 8am tomorrow, and he’s still got a couple of assignments that he really needs to catch up on before the final next week. 
but then there's that bump against the wall that he’s grown so accustomed to, and his eyes fly open.
maybe becoming fuck buddies with your next-door neighbor isn't the smartest idea he's ever had, because this is the fourth time this week he's had to hear your moans as he tries to fall asleep.
the walls are thin, but he's certain that you must not realize just how thin they are, because he can hear every sound you make as clear as day. every whimper, every buzz of your vibrator, even every moan of his name, barely muffled by the wall separating his room from yours. especially every moan of his name. and it’s been driving him insane.
really, it’s his own fault for trying to be a polite neighbor. he almost wishes that he hadn’t run into you when you’d moved into the apartment next door at the beginning of the semester, because then he probably wouldn’t have recognized you at that party during homecoming weekend and got to talking with you. 
and because of that he probably wouldn’t have taken you home from said party and given you the best dicking down of your life (your words, not his), and then after that you probably wouldn’t have decided that you wanted to keep fucking him and agreed to become friends with benefits.
except he doesn’t actually wish that at all.
having your situationship live right next door is pretty convenient, after all. you’ll shoot him an “omw” text and be waiting at his front door seconds later. he forgot to bring condoms? it’ll just take a sec to run home and grab some. when you accidentally leave your panties in his apartment, he can drop them off the same day and then forget about it (he definitely won’t). 
he could probably even just bang on his side of the wall and you’d know to come over, but to him that’s a little too far, too impolite. he at least has the decency to send a text first.
a part of him wonders if that’s why you’re so noisy at night, if you’re doing it on purpose and knowing he’ll hear it, secretly hoping for him to come knocking at your door. but he doesn’t want to assume, doesn’t want to show up without asking and realize he’s been completely wrong this whole time and make himself look like a fool.
so he settles for earplugs instead. because there’s no way he can sit there and listen to the sounds you make and not start thinking about all the times he’s been in your bed with you just inches away. and by the time he’s cum all over his fist and he’s finally worn himself out enough to fall asleep, it’s 4am and he has class in the morning and he’s wasted an entire night yet again.
he’s been inside your apartment dozens of times, enough to know the layout by heart. enough to know that your bedroom sits directly next to his, enough to know that your bed is pushed against that very thin wall the same way his is and that your nightstand with the drawer full of toys is right next to the bed.
oh, he’s gotten to know more than just your apartment over the course of the semester. he knows which positions are your favorite (you’ve never told him outright, but you always cum harder when he fucks you in missionary). he knows the names you like to be called and the ones you like to call him. he can even tell which vibrator you’re using right now (the red one doesn’t buzz as loud, so you only use it when your favorite purple one is dead. tonight you’re using the purple one.)
but he’s also gotten to know the way you smile when you see a cat video, the way your forehead wrinkles when you talk about your calculus professor, and the way you like your pancakes in the morning (though he’s never been able to make them for you himself, he swears one day he will. one slice of butter, a ton of syrup, and a handful of cut up strawberries.)
so maybe that’s what makes these nights so unbearable. he can keep lying to himself that it doesn’t bother him, that it wouldn’t bother him as much as it does if he just… didn’t like you. 
but, unfortunately, he does like you. and he’s stuck with this problem until he finds a way to fix it, but just like in the lab analyses he has to write every week, he’s got no ideas. so he’ll have to settle for fucking his hand and biting his pillow so you don’t get suspicious of the noises he’s making, and hope that his silly little crush goes away on its own. 
after all, he isn’t anything to you. albeit a sexual one, he’s still just a friend. and he’s certain that’s all you want.
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god, you wish that joshua could see you right now. you’re certain he’d love it.
earlier tonight you’d had to physically force yourself to turn your phone off so that you wouldn’t be tempted to text him to come over. you’d already texted him on monday night and thursday afternoon, and you’d knocked on his door on saturday at practically the crack of dawn because you’d woken up thinking about him.
were you embarrassed about it? absolutely, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. okay, maybe sometimes it was, because the girl who lived across the hall had caught you (on multiple occasions) sneaking out of joshua’s apartment twice in one day and you refused to meet him again for nearly a week after that.
but joshua didn’t seem one bit embarrassed by your arrangement. he always gave you a friendly smile and offered to walk you to your door afterwards, which you always declined, and he always made sure to say he looked forward to seeing you again. you even saw him wave at the nosy neighbor girl when he’d left your apartment once (which you only remembered because you’d spent the rest of the night in tears about it, but not that you were jealous about it or anything).
you felt bad enough meeting up with him so often, but you felt even worse that you didn’t even have a label to show for it. you knew it was probably exactly what he’d wanted out of this, just somebody to call for a quick fuck, but it made you mad. it was why you got so angry about the girl across the hall; because you knew everybody loved joshua, so of course he couldn’t love only you. 
he was hot and he was in a frat and he probably had a hundred girls he could call if he wanted to. with how often you text him to fuck, plus the other people he’s probably seeing? he’s gotta be exhausted.
which is why most nights you opt for touching yourself instead. in the months since you first met joshua, your vibrators have been going through batteries a lot faster than usual, a fact you’re not exactly proud of but will own up to nonetheless.
it’s not your fault that the image of him leaning over you, his thin gold chain dangling in your face as he fucks you is burned into your head practically 24 hours of the day. or the fact that his voice plays on repeat in your brain, specifically that one time he called you “baby” and you came so hard you nearly passed out. 
so really, it’s actually his fault that he’s constantly on your mind. his fault for being sexy… or your fault for falling for him?
either way, you find yourself yet again with your pussy stuffed full of your own fingers and your favorite purple vibrator on your clit (you remembered to charge it last night, after you came to the thought of joshua fucking you on your kitchen counter), wishing he could be there to see it.
you close your eyes and picture him in front of you, holding the vibrator against your clit as he grins down at you. such a good girl, he’d say, brushing his thumb over your nipple with his free hand. you love this, don’t you?
“fuck, yes, joshua,” you reply, gasping as you push your fingers deeper inside. you arch off the bed a little, pushing your head back against your pillow. you’ve learned that he loves it when you call him by his full name instead of “shua” or “josh”; you don’t know why, but it always seems to drive him crazy, and you never fail to leave his apartment sore in all the best places afterwards.
you spread your legs a little wider and moan, rolling your cheek to the side as you imagine him fucking you with his fingers instead of your own. i can tell you’re getting close, imaginary joshua says with a smirk, his hand cupped against your pussy as he thrusts his fingers in and out at a bruising pace.
“mhm,” you whimper, curling your fingers and trying to convince yourself that it feels as good as when he does it. “please, joshua—”
you turn your vibrator up to the highest setting, your hips canting into the air as you squeeze your eyes tighter shut. you can feel the waves beginning to wash over you and you repeat his name like a plea, chanting it over and over until you can’t form words anymore.
cum for me, baby, all over my fingers, he says, and your mouth falls open as you let go, your knee accidentally smacking against the wall as your legs shake with pleasure. you keep your vibrator held firmly against your clit until it sends you over the edge again, still riding the high of your first orgasm as you struggle to breathe through it. joshua loves to overstimulate you, until all you can do is weakly push at his hands and beg him to leave your exhausted cunt alone.
the post-orgasm clarity soon starts to hit and you’re left with the realization that you just got off from pretending your neighbor is just as in love with you as you are with him. absolutely pathetic. 
but your eyes are starting to droop and you’re quickly finding that you’re too tired to stay awake to think about how much of a loser you are, so you tuck your favorite vibrator back into its spot in your drawer and put your pajamas back on and tuck yourself into bed, trying not to wish joshua was there beside you instead of infinitely far away on the other side of the wall.
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when joshua wakes up the next morning, he half expects you to be waiting outside his door again.
of course anyone would be annoyed at being woken up by their neighbor before 7am, but then you’d sheepishly told him that you’d had the most insane wet dream about him and he’d been more than happy to let you come in and bounce yourself on his lap while he watched the early morning sunlight stream through his bedroom window onto your cheeks. 
pretty much the perfect morning, in his eyes, except for the fact that you hadn’t slept in his bed with him. you never sleep over and it’s obvious why, but maybe it’s for good reason: he won’t get so attached to you.
unfortunately, though, this morning you aren’t waiting for him, so he trudges to his kitchen to make himself one lonely cup of coffee and one lonely stack of frozen waffles and get ready for his day.
he’s started noticing patterns about when and why you text him, and he finds himself checking his phone all day. 
on mondays, because you have all your classes on those days and you’re already exhausted so why not get fucked within an inch of your life before you settle in for the night?
on thursdays, usually in the afternoons because both your schedules happen to line up where he’s just finished his work shift and you’re on your break between classes so it leaves the perfect amount of time for him to eat you out.
if you have a particularly hectic morning you’ll text him right away and ask him if he’d come over once you get home that night, and he’ll reply that he can’t wait with a big red heart emoji.
in fact, most of the times you want to see him is when you’re stressed or upset, which makes sense to him but at the same time makes him a little disappointed. he hopes that you’d want to see him on your happiest days, because any day he gets to see you is automatically his happiest day. but he supposes that’s where you’ve drawn the line, and he’ll have to be okay with that.
joshua’s restless through his chem lab this morning, and then his english lecture, and then his shift at work, not-so patiently awaiting you to ask him about his plans tonight.
but you don’t text him at all on monday, and you don’t text him on tuesday, either. he catches you going into your apartment at the same time he’s leaving on wednesday, and he waves as usual but you just give him a small nod and hurriedly close your door behind you. he’s almost positive you’ll text him on thursday, but your lunch hour comes and goes without a word.
he almost never texts you first, because you text him so often and most of the time he’s already thinking about you anyway. so when sunday rolls around again and he still hasn’t heard anything from you, he thinks maybe you’re waiting for him to say something first this time.
he knows you’ve been home, because he’s heard your friends coming and going. maybe you’ve just been busy with other things and didn’t mean to ghost him. sure, you get together pretty often, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen every single week. plans change and that’s fine, and it is right before finals week after all. 
but even when you’re on your period and aren’t in the mood to see him, you usually send a text as a heads up, and he’s definitely not keeping track or anything but this week shouldn’t be one of them. he’s going through every possibility he can think of as to why you’ve seemingly disappeared, but he just can’t find a reason why.
but then he realizes something else; he’s stopped hearing you at night, too. and then he really starts to worry, because he remembers how upset you looked when he saw you in the hall and maybe something really awful happened to you and he’s been pouting in his room like a selfish idiot this whole time.
so he pulls up your contact, cursor blinking over the text box as he tries to figure out what to say.
hey, he decides on, and he’s surprised but happy when you read the message right away. 
he waits a moment, but you don’t respond, so he texts again. you can talk to me, you know? about other stuff. i’m your friend.
he shakes his head and deletes that last sentence before pressing send. you read it immediately again, but it’s a long and agonizing few minutes before you reply.
okay
he frowns, not knowing what to say back. did i do something and make you mad? you seem upset and i’m sorry.
it’s nothing. don’t worry
joshua wants to say, but i do worry, but he knows that might be too far and he’s still not even sure what’s wrong. 
so instead he stands up and walks out his front door, leaving his phone on his bed. he may be an idiot, but the least he can do is try to act like your friend.
you don’t answer when he knocks, so he calls your name. “i know you’re home, i can hear you through the wall.”
finally the lock clicks, and you open your door just a crack. “what do you mean, you can hear through the wall?”
he pauses. “i can hear you… walking around, and stuff. making noise. the walls are thin.” so you really didn’t know? oh god, now he feels like an asshole for listening, even if he was trying not to.
“oh. well.” you sigh and close your eyes, inhaling. “that’s embarrassing.”
“can we talk?” joshua asks, suddenly feeling exposed. he’s plenty comfortable in large groups of people, but when he’s around you he wants to hold you tight and keep you secret and safe, out of sight of any wandering eyes. standing out in the hallway where anyone could hear is not how he’d like this to go.
“sure,” you mumble, swinging your door open for him to come inside.
you close the door but don’t move from behind it, standing like you’re waiting for him to say something. so he does.
“listen. i know whatever this is, is messy,” he starts, gesturing between the two of you. “but you’re my friend, and i care about you and i want you to be happy.” he sighs. “so please tell me what’s wrong, because not texting you has been really weird, and if you want to end this then that’s fine and i’ll leave you alone, but don’t just ghost me. we’re still neighbors and i’m not a fan of awkward hallway conversations.”
you crack a smile for a second, but it quickly fades. “do you want to end this?”
“no, not really. but i don’t want you to feel like you have to keep doing this if you don’t like it.”
“i thought it was pretty obvious i did like it,” you say with an almost laugh. 
he stares at you quietly. “then what’s going on?”
“i want to keep doing this, but i just… i don’t think i can,” you say, avoiding his eyes. “at least not like this.”
“what do you mean, ‘like this’?”
“joshua, because i like you. and i feel awful because i know we’re not on the same page and it feels like i’m taking advantage of you because you probably have a dozen other women telling you the exact same thing and it’s probably exhausting and it’s not what you want!”
his face contorts in shock at your words. “well, first, that’s not at all true. and second of all, stop trying to guess what i want without just talking to me. what is it that you want?”
“you! i don’t know. i don’t know what i want anymore,” you say, covering your face with your hands. 
joshua’s not sure if he should hug you or not, but he really, really wants to. “is that all that’s been bothering you this week?” he asks softly.
“yeah,” you say, moving your hands but still avoiding his eyes. “it’s stupid. i know, and i’m sorry.”
he laughs, and you look up at him like he’s crazy. “you don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he says. “i’m sorry. because for months i’ve been wishing we could change this but i never said anything because this is what i thought you wanted.”
you keep staring at him, but he can’t read the emotion on your face. “so… what is this, then?”
“i’ll be whatever you want me to be for you. your fuck buddy, or your friend, or your boyfriend, whatever.”
“you really don’t see other people?” you ask, still unsure.
now it’s joshua’s turn to look at you like you’re crazy. “no, why would i want to? i don’t care if you do, but with how often you text me it sounds like you don’t, either.”
“i just figured— nevermind,” you sigh.
“can i give you a hug?” he asks after a minute. “we’ve been sleeping together the whole semester, and i don’t think i’ve ever given you a real, proper hug.”
you smile, and seeing that instantly makes his day. “yes, please.”
his arms feel secure around you, and his chest is warm against your cheek. with a sigh you close your eyes, breathing in the smell of his cologne that you’ve been trying to push out of your brain for weeks.
you stand there for a while, neither of you making any moves to pull away. it's been a really, really long week without joshua and you didn’t realize how badly you missed him until this moment.
“so about the walls thing—”
“hm?” he mumbles.
“—you can really hear everything?”
he laughs. “oh, yeah. your bedroom is right next to mine. been having trouble sleeping for so long because i kept hearing you moan my name and it got me hard every time.”
your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “joshua, i’m so sorry! if i had known—”
he shakes his head, cutting you off. “you can make it up to me by telling me everything you were thinking about.”
“probably nothing you don't already know,” you grin shyly.
“probably, but i wanna hear you say it anyway.”
you lean away from him a little bit, releasing your arms from around him to rest against his chest. “i should've known this is why you wanted to come over,” you say, pretending to be mad, but you can already feel the tingling feeling building up in your stomach at the thought.
“it's not,” he replies smoothly, “but i did miss waking up to you knocking on my door.”
you pout. “that was only that one time!”
“doesn't mean it has to be the last.”
heat creeps up into your cheeks and you glance away from him, gaze trained on his shoulder. 
“you really wanna know what i was thinking about?” you ask, finally building up the courage to look back up at his face.
“of course i do.” his eyes are sparkling as he watches you, and you can't exactly identify the emotion but you know it makes your heart flutter.
“well,” you start, “it was different every time, but most of the time it started like this.” you trail your hands down his torso, pausing when they reach his hips. he stays silent, eyes fixed on your movements and a little smile on his face that you don't think he even realizes he's doing.
“and then…” you look down, a little surprised to notice the bulge in his pants already there. you place your hand over him gently and look up, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't stop you.
you clear your throat and start again. “and then, you'd sit on the couch and let me gag on your cock for a while.”
you start to push on his hips, backing him into your living room. he’s enjoying this way more than he should be, but then again, you basically just confessed your love to him so it’s kind of the best day of his life.
the back of his thighs hits the arm rest of your couch, but before you can move him any further his hands pull you flush against his body, his bulge pressing into your stomach. 
“how about we skip that part for another day?” he says, his voice low. “tell me what happens after.”
you try your best to hold back a moan, suddenly losing your ability to speak. you can practically feel his cock throbbing through his clothes and it makes it impossible to come up with a coherent sentence.
“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he hums, hands still firmly gripping your hips, and if your brain hadn’t short-circuited already then it definitely has now. “been hearing you in your room for weeks, i know how loud you like to be.”
“that’s not fair,” you finally manage, still trying to collect your thoughts.
joshua leans forward to kiss your neck, gently at first but quickly growing harsher, and you’re sure he can feel your pulse jump every time his teeth graze your skin. 
“fuck, just like that,” you whimper, “exactly like that, shua—”
after a minute he hums and glances up at you through his lashes, clearly waiting for you to keep talking.
“we’d make out for a while, and then you—you’d fuck me on the floor,” you gasp out. joshua moans against your skin, and it’s only then that you realize your hands have found their way to his hair, tugging on it to urge him on.
your fingers loosen and he pulls away, the corners of his lips wet with saliva. “on the floor? you deserve better than that, baby,” he tsks. “can i take you to bed instead?”
“please,” you whine softly, suddenly feeling unbearably eager to fuck him. all week you’ve been using every last ounce of your energy to avoid thinking about joshua, but now that he’s here in front of you and way too willing to play into your fantasies, all the emotions you’ve been holding in are spilling out, and you don’t feel like containing them anymore.
you grab his hand and it’s like you can’t make it to your room fast enough, falling onto your bed and pulling him down on top of you. by then you’ve both forgotten the conversation you were having before because you’re too busy desperately pressing your lips against his, barely remembering to breathe as he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you and what were you even talking about again?
your brain is clouded when he finally pulls away with a gasp, kissing your cheek and your neck once more. his hands slip beneath your shirt and tug it over your head, making his way between your breasts and down your stomach and leaving more kisses as he goes. your skin burns with each touch, gentle lips and not-so-gentle hands covering every inch of you until you feel like your whole body is on fire.
he sits up just long enough to pull his own shirt off and now it’s your turn to touch, your hands instantly finding his chest as you trace your fingertips down his abs.
“how do you want me?” joshua groans, his hands joining yours at his hips to help him push his pants to the ground.
“fuck… missionary? just like this?” you say as you kick your pants and panties off in a rush, wrapping your legs around his waist.
his cock brushes against your stomach and you sigh out a moan, your hands moving up to grab at his biceps. he doesn’t say another word as he runs his tip through your folds, his attention fixated on your pussy and how you’re already dripping for him. for a second he forgets where he is and what he’s doing, so engrossed with the sight of you and how fucking glad he is that he didn’t lose you because you’re both idiots that assume too much about what the other wants instead of communicating your feelings like normal adults.
you let out a little noise and his eyes flick back up to your face, his gaze immediately softening at the blissful expression on your face. to think, he could’ve been seeing you like this the whole time if he had the balls to admit how he felt sooner. but there’s plenty of time for him to pout about it later because right now you need him, and he needs you, too, so why waste time thinking about that when he can think about how good you look taking his cock?
he leans down because he can’t resist kissing your beautiful face one more time, and finally he pushes into you, letting out a loud whine at the same time you moan his name. the sound of your voices joined together goes straight to his dick as he pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back into you with renewed energy.
“baby— fuck,” he groans, his grip on your body tightening as his thrusts begin to grow faster and rougher. “so good to me.”
you clench hard around him at the nickname, clinging onto him as you squeeze your eyes shut.
and then without warning everything hits you all at once, and you go boneless in his arms as he whimpers and groans and gasps and holds you tight and he probably told you he loves you about a million times as he was cumming too but you can’t hear anything as you lay exhausted on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with your ears ringing.
even with his shaking hands you can still feel the gentleness in joshua’s touch as you start to come back down, the warmth of his breath on your cheek as his fingers lightly brush your hair out of your face, feeling him twitch inside you before he slowly pulls out. 
with his own orgasm following just barely after yours that was probably some kind of record for the fastest round ever, but you don’t even have the strength to care. so what if he usually fucks you for hours on end? all you care about is the fact that he’s tracing your collarbones with a fucked-out little smile on his face and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
with a soft grunt he stands up, and you call out his name with all the energy you have left.
“joshua?”
“mhm?”
“can you stay?” you ask, and somehow you both know you’re talking about more than just for the next few minutes.
he smiles. “wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” and when he comes back with a towel and a wet wipe and apologizes for how fast it all was and promises to give you more whenever you want because he’s officially yours now, you know he’s telling the truth.
even when he’s doing nothing at all, joshua never fails to make your head spin. 
laying in the dark with you, his fingers absentmindedly twirling your hair as you snuggle into his chest, you can’t even begin to find the words to explain how good it feels knowing he loves you and you love him back. 
but it doesn’t seem like he needs words right now. all he needs is you.
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crystalflygeo · 4 months ago
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Kinktober Day 2 - Shibari ft Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)
Google hishi karada under your own risk. That's it. That's the inspiration and GODS I want that hello????//HIT This one ended up longer than expected but also can you believe I wrote almost all of it on the bus/train omw home?? NICE
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“Just saying, it’s an interesting use of the House of Daena’s resources. Coming from you, at least.” Alhaitham speaks nonchalantly, eyes glued to the book he’s holding in one hand as the other is currently held by you, crisscrossing red rope in a rather complex pattern as you glance back and forth at the book in your lap.
You give no answer, concentrated in your work. The rope draws lines and presses knots along his bicep, crossing over around the elbow and following down to his wrist.
Not too tight as to hurt.
Your brow frowns with little expression lines as you maneuver the rope into the last knot. This goes here, then pull there, cross here and tighten a little…
“There we go! What do you think?” You smile proudly scooting back a little, hands by your hips.
The Scribe finally diverts his attention from the calculus book he’s reading and looks at his arm with genuine interest, his green and terracotta gaze appraising. 
He flexes his arm a little, testing the give, and tilts his head just slightly as he looks at the pattern from different angles.
“How honest do you want me to be?” He asks simply. It’s a little game you two have.
“Um… 7? 8? It’s my first time, don't be too harsh” You reply with a little pout and puppy dog eyes.
He sighs. As if he could ever live with himself if he made you upset. “It’s not bad at all for a first time. The rope feels a little loose at some parts and the design is not fully uniform but the knots seem sturdy and well-executed. Perhaps you could have picked a simpler design however this one came through really well.” He assesses, sounding a little too much like a teacher but that’s why you find him endearing. Alhaitham is honest and direct. 
“Really? I’m happy then” You beam. “I picked this one because I thought the diamond pattern was pretty… and it kinda fits you” You giggle, turning to the book and gesturing at the drawings and diagrams, blushing a little.
Alhaitham knows how to read between lines. Clearly, you have pictured him tied up like this.
Or perhaps… yourself?
“May I try now?” He asks suddenly, closing his book and setting it aside.
“H-huh?” 
“A fair trade, I was your guinea pig, so now you’ll be mine. And you’ve caught my interest with this.” He says with a casual shrug. His expression as stoic as ever, in a way that no one could read his thoughts.
But you know him better than anyone, and you catch that little glint in his eye. 
“Sure… of course.” You nod dumbfounded.
The two of you undo the knots around his arm and you gather together the strings of rope. Alhaitham picks up the book and quickly flips through the pages with a certain decisiveness. 
He suddenly stops, thinks for a moment, his hand smoothing out the page. “Are you ok with a full chest harness?” 
“Um?” You scoot over and glance at the book. It’s a beautiful design. Doesn’t look too overly complicated but you have learned they can be deceiving in practice. 
It has a diamond design too.
“Ok, I have no issue.” You nod. 
He places the book close by, picks a rope checking the length and starts working. He first loops it around your neck and slowly starts weaving the strands. This one requires almost no knots it seems, just the rope pulling on itself from different angles to keep it balanced and create the diamond shapes.
You watch silently, the scribe checks with you on every step, if it’s too tight, hurting or pulling at something. You shake your head every time. He diligently creates the wrapping around your chest and down your tummy and hips. 
It’s hypnotizing, soothing in a way, but also has your nerves alight. 
Finally he reaches the spot around your crotch and you suddenly feel hyperaware as he loops the rope around your inner thighs, digging on the delicate skin of your groin. The ropes crumple at the skirt of your dress.
You squirm a bit as he ties the final knot behind you. Bringing everything together and securing it. “There, all done.” He declares pulling back a little. “I must admit I’m impressed, looks even better than I expected.” 
You move around and test his handiwork. The rope is snug on your skin, thigh enough it will surely leave light marks for a while, but not enough to be painful or chafe your skin. The sensation is… comfortable, flexible. But also so… noticeable. You feel the slight pressure of them, the teasing pull. They’re just there, impossible to ignore, binding you. And you can see the erotic appeal.
Reverent hands ghost over the patterns of ropes going around your body, teasing you with feather-light touches. ‘Adjusting’ here and there, meticulous, bushing at your chest or pulling at your neck. 
“Alhaitham…” You whine. Keenly aware of your nipples hardening.
“You know, I could loop some more rope going from the back and bind your arms too. Or… add a similar tie at your legs… keeping your thighs and calves together and your legs spread. This diamond pattern has many varieties.”
And so, it dawns on you.
“Y-you… have you read about this before?” 
He chuckles, hands smoothing over your legs as he leans closer to you. “Yes. In fact… I borrowed this exact same book once.” He smirks “When I saw you with it, I knew I simply had to try this tie on you. It rather captivated me back then… but it captivates me much more on you.” 
His thumb rubs over the damp spot in your panties and you squeak, hips bucking.
“Bastard. Mean. Evil. Y-you lied to me!” You sputter, flushed and worked up at having fallen in his trap. Clearly he had planned this from the start and here you are now, all tied up like his prey. His little prize. 
His hand tilts your chin up towards him, his face close making your cheeks even warmer. “I did no such thing.” He says, sounding a little playful even. “Nothing of what I said was untrue, and especially not the part about you looking absolutely enthralling like this.” His eyes roam over your figure, and this time, you see the hunger. 
his fingers hook on the rope between your breasts and he pulls you into his lap.
“Perhaps I should keep you like this for a little longer…”
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sugurugetoshairbrush · 2 months ago
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thinking about playing with geto’s hair to help him unwind after a stressful week
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the air hangs heavy, oppressive with summer's clinging humidity—a fitting backdrop to the surge in curses running rampant through japan. your days blur into an unrelenting cycle: exorcise, write reports, collapse in your dorm. you call it a blessing, a chance to strengthen your technique—but deep down you know that each mission brings you closer to the brink.
the fatigue is nothing short of infectious, spreading through jujutsu high like a virus. but this week, geto's weariness went beyond mere exhaustion—it teetered on the edge of total defeat. you and gojo had noticed it immediately, an unspoken observation of his too-polite words, dull eyes, and the barely-there smile he wore like armor.
although gojo is usually aloof when it comes to these types of social cues, his six eyes truly lives up to its name when it comes to geto. gojo notices his unfinished meals and lack of appetite, resorting to (in very gojo-esque manner) attempt to hand-feed him and offer up his most sacred sweets.
you'd teased gojo for his attentiveness, but he'd fire back that you were no better, always rushing to geto's side the moment he'd returned from a mission, dragging him along to a number of alleviating activities. you'd even made the mistake of inviting him to a smoke sesh with shoko, a decision you were still getting shit for since any invite to geto automatically extends to gojo—the embodiment of shoko's nightmare blunt rotation.
but today geto had been particularly elusive, so you find yourself messaging gojo privately to discuss your concern. unsurprisingly, gojo is a little too eager to engage...
S. Gojo | Today at 9:37 PM nd u saw how quickly he excused himself after giving his report ?? he didn't even scold me after yaga pointed out that my handwriting was completely illegible :0
You | Today at 9:39 PM sooo you knew that it was illegible? mbn to never worry about the consequences of your actions & ofc i noticed!! he seemed restless during that whole meeting
S. Gojo | Today at 9:40 PM just say ur jealous lol nd I noticed that too it was pretty distracting u think hes still on edge from the mission?
You | Today at 9:43 PM in his defense it doesnt take much to distract you i dont even think his mission was particularly difficult though didn’t he exorcise a bunch of grade 3 curses
S. Gojo | Today at 9:43 PM yeeah but remember he still has to absorb them hes trying to increase his collection i could yak rn just thinking ab it
You | Today at 9:45 PM truee idk how he does it honestly it must be rlly wearing him down tho i rarely see him now :(
S. Gojo | Today at 9:46 PM yeahhh he keeps hiding out in his room classic avoidant tendencies
You | Today at 9:48 PM astute observation dr. gojo that would imply he needs some space huh
S. Gojo | Today at 9:48 PM rightttt but
You | Today at 9:50 PM but? (i like where this is going)
S. Gojo | Today at 9:50 PM luckily space isn't in our vocabulary (i knew u would) lets go bother him :3
You | Today at 9:51 PM im alr omw to u :3
stuffing your phone back into your sweats, you begin making your way to your co-conspirator. it's pitch black outside save for the dim light of the flickering lantern hung at the dorm’s main post, but gojo’s room is only a couple doors down. you push open the slightly ajar door and are met with a tart, saccharine scent wafting from gojo’s not-so-secret stash of hard candy.
squinting forward you spot the culprit red-handed, splayed out across his bed, and likely one candy away from a sugar rush. your exasperated exhale breaks him from his sugar trance and he rolls over to prop himself up on his side, crinkling about eight discarded candy wrappers in the process.
"so nice of you to join me tonight~”
you wrinkle your nose at his lopsided grin, “gross satoru, a grown-ass man eating in his bed.”
gojo sneers peering over his glasses which are slowly slipping down the slope of his nose to retort, “and you are a grown-ass woman who still sleeps with stuffed animals so I don’t wanna hear it.”
he sticks out his bright red tongue before tossing the empty wrappers onto the floor to clear up some space. you consider pointing out the digimon plushie that's visible from underneath his bed but decide to let it slide, seating yourself next to him. you are instead much more interested in gawking at the ginormous bag of candy sitting before you.
"there's actually no way you plan on eating this entire bag yourself, right?" you eye his glossy, red-stained lips "your dentist must hate to see you coming."
“and I would happily take on that challenge but—" he pauses to lift a piece of candy wrapped in shiny gold paper, "I actually picked up this bag earlier because I noticed it has these hard candies with honey filling.”
"how considerate and out of character of you," you tease.
he pouts puffing his cheeks out defiantly, "yeah so this stays between us because I can't have you running around ruining my feared, distinguished, and carefully constructed reputation—"
"of being an arrogant asshole?" you finish.
"no silly, I was gonna go with alpha male."
he smugly turns over to lay flat on his stomach, picking out the honey-filled candies and kicking his feet that hung off the edge of the bed. ah yes, the tell-tale sign of an alpha male giggling and kicking his feet while rummaging through sweets.
"right."
you lean back onto your hands making contact with something hard beneath the blanket. upon further inspection, you uncover gojo's beloved nintendo ds littered with sailor moon stickers. you lift it onto your lap tracing a finger over the peeling edge of a bright-eyed feline luna.
gojo glances over at the movement, "I'm just about done, bring that too."
you sit upright pocketing a couple pieces of candy for yourself along with the ds while he shoves as much candy as physically possible into his grey flannel joggers. stretching your legs out you rise to your feet pulling him up by his arm along with you. you’re pleasantly surprised to be met with the soft, warm brush of his skin rather than the cold pressure that is the icy barrier of his infinity.
although you should be accustomed to gojo deactivating his infinity around you, you couldn't help but lightly shudder as the comforting warmth courses through your body. because despite your argumentative banter, you reveled in the fact that the gojo satoru was surrounded by trusted friends who made him feel comfortable enough to let go of the technique temporarily. he hums softly kicking on his slippers and rising off the bed.
now towering over you, he shifts his weight, fully intending to take a long stride toward the door—until your hand presses firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
“listen—y'know I love you 'toru but before we go in there I'm gonna need you to promise to dial it down about five notches—" you take a breath and press your palms together in a pleading gesture, "so we don’t overwhelm him."
you’re met with a scoff and quirked snowy-white brow, “tch I'm not stupid I know how to read a room."
you release a shaky "okay" clearly unconvinced.
he rolls his eyes swatting at your hands and looping his arm around yours to pull you forward, “now let’s go visit our sweet sugubear~” you playfully bump shoulders giddy because you’re all too aware of geto’s ability to render you both docile.
lifting a hand to tug down your beige baby tee where it had bunched up from gojo’s arm, you allow yourself to be led to geto's room.
upon arrival, you are greeted with silence and the distant droning buzz of cicadas. the soft glow from gojo's ocean-blue eyes illuminates the door, and you can’t help but admire their determined sparkle.
“suguruuuu are ya in there? we know you are so let us in loser.” he accompanies his request with a sharp, forceful knock.
you snort at this tactless approach, slipping your arm out from his to swat at the back of his head. you take a gentler approach, knocking lightly, your plea sincere.
“hey um suguru, we know it’s late but we were hoping to unwind together since we haven’t really had a chance to hang out recently and we know how tiring the past few weeks have been for you and um...well all of us and well we y'know—” you pause from your rambling momentarily, banking on gojo swooping in.
“we miss you 'ru” he finishes loudly.
you both cock your heads sideways towards the door to listen for movement and jolt back when you hear the shuffling of feet move across the floor.
you lean in towards gojo, your voice a whisper, “he’s alive.”
geto's muffled voice responds, “yes yes I'm alive, sorry to disappoint,” his voice sounds strained yet still cracks into a low chuckle. he pulls the door open revealing himself to be dressed in a baggy black sweatsuit wrapped in a thick grey blanket that's pulled around his shoulders and draped over his arms. his eyes are clouded by dark bags and his hair is strung messily around his head, his lips fixed into a friendly, albeit forced smile.
gojo, slightly amused by the disheveled geto in front of him, opens his mouth to say god knows what, but geto promptly warns, “don’t make me regret opening this door satoru.”
"so scary sugu, don't be so mean," he dramatically shivers and you can hear the pout lacing his voice. you giggle into your palm at geto's stern look and gojo tugs sheepishly at his unruly milky-white hair. he approaches the darker-haired man placing a firm hand on geto’s shoulder before continuing inside. you follow suit and hear geto's lock click back into place behind you.
gojo immediately makes himself comfortable kicking off his slippers at the foot of the bed and falling face first onto geto's pillows with a sigh. he pulls out the candy from his pocket and drops a handful beside him. you remove your slippers and neatly arrange them while geto sulks over to the bed. he sits upright next to the candy and you drop yourself beside him pulling your knees into your chest. you all bask in comfortable silence before geto is the first to break.
"already infesting my bed with your sugar addiction huh, satoru?"
"no sufogu, bwought dese fa you" his words come out jumbled from the press of his mouth to the pillows.
geto lifts a single candy to his lap and carefully unwraps it. you lean into his side and point, "these candies are filled with honey 'ru, thought they could soothe your throat some."
geto gingerly lifts the candy to his lips proceeding to gently coax out the flavor, savoring the sweet taste. he tilts his head back, eyes crinkling into a thin line and shoulders easing.
“s'good, thank you."
while he revels in the soothing effect the candy is having on his throat you shift your attention towards his hair situation.
"did we wake you? it looks like you just had the nap of a lifetime." you reach up to twist a strand of hair that somehow defies the laws of physics sticking out horizontally.
"no, not at all," his eyes soften casting downward, "sleep's been more like a privilege lately."
gojo's dumbass barrels right past any underlying message there, nuzzling his face deeper into the pillow, "s'cwazy cuz you haf the soffest bed."
as expected, geto with the patience of a saint, is unbothered by his lack of awareness, reaching out to affectionately ruffle gojo's hair, which earns him a soft, satisfied sigh.
you roll your eyes at how pliant and disgustingly submissive gojo had magically become in a matter of seconds. in turn, you thread your fingers deeper into the stringy black clump that was currently geto's hair.
"ugh there's no way you let your precious hair get this tangled, it physically pains me to look at," you clutch your chest dramatically.
geto reaches up to touch the hair in question, his fingertips lightly brushing against yours. he swallows uneasily, "it's gotten pretty bad huh."
you shoot him a sympathetic look carefully removing the hand in his hair to avoid yanking his scalp. you would never admit it aloud but there isn't much you wouldn't do for him; he's reliable, a comforting presence, and his character is unshakable. no matter how unpleasant or dismissive you and gojo could get at your worst, geto was there. so you didn't hesitate to make him an earnest offer.
"let me untangle it. I just so happen to be extremely skilled at detangling, probably from my years of experience—“ you gesture to your own hair twisting a loose curl around your finger, “—and don’t worry I make adjustments for the tender-headed, just ask utahime."
"wait who said I'm tender-headed?"
you snort and simply gesture to the ground, "just sit down here, okay?"
you try your best to mask your excitement since you love geto’s hair: it’s jet-black, long, and soft to the touch. it always smells fresh, with a hint of vanilla from his shampoo. it’s honestly attractive refreshing to see such well-groomed hair on a man.
geto silently complies, crouching next to your feet to fold up and place down his blanket before retrieving his brush from a nearby drawer. anticipating the whine of an excluded gojo, you reach into your pocket and toss his ds onto his back.
"here satoru, so you don't get bored in the next minute"
he eagerly turns over and powers on the handheld device. he is so easy to placate, if he wasn’t a gojo you would frankly be concerned for his safety.
geto settles between your legs, back against the bed, and expresses his interest, "whatcha playing there 'toru? pokémon?"
you start to nimbly section off his hair using the brush and begin working on the ends.
gojo shuffles closer to the two of you and tilts the screen so geto can get a look.
"nintendogs?" geto asks sounding exasperated and you catch a quick glimpse of a black-and-white spotted puppy pawing at the screen.
you suppress a giggle because gojo truly never disappoints and continue working your way up your section unraveling a particularly large tangle.
"try not to sound so disappointed 'ru its so fun~ its got tons of adorable doggies to play with and its harder than it looks! honestly its a lot of work."
now that absurdity earns him a laugh as you smooth down the top of your section mumbling under your breath, "yeah work."
"well I don't know about all that—but I'm glad you've discovered this month’s hyper-fixation" geto responds with a yawn.
"thank you...i think," gojo replies before quickly being distracted by the incessant yapping of his digital pets.
you take your time working through geto's hair, carefully pulling apart tangles and smoothing out ends, admiring the glossy shine reflected in the low light of his dorm. once thoroughly detangled, you brush through his thick locks while running your fingers through his bangs that don’t quite reach back far enough.
you hear a low hum when your fingers lightly scrape along his scalp so you continue your ministrations to hopefully allow him some semblance of peace. the yapping coming from gojo's direction becomes white noise as you get lost in thought admiring the silky-smooth feel of geto's hair against your fingers.
the satisfying swish of the hairbrush running from root to end sounds strangely cathartic. you note how his hair has grown considerably since the last time you had seen it completely down. it cascades down a little past his shoulders curling up slightly at the bottoms when released from the confines of the brush.
you gather all his hair back intending to indicate that you had finished until you notice a breathy rumbling being released steadily from his mouth. you peer over his head to see his eyes gently resting shut, with a tranquil expression softening his features as his lips part slightly with each slow breath.
somehow he has managed to look perfectly serene, yet impossibly striking. it was a relieving sight to see after this past week made you believe that his face had become permanently fixed into a frown.
"hey—“
you swiftly press a finger to a startled gojo's lips gesturing to the sleeping geto that had slumped into your lap. gojo quickly powers off his game and cranes his neck to get a good look at geto's face.
he stifles a laugh and wraps an arm around your shoulder, "mission accomplished huh?"
you nod contently as a warm gust of his strawberry-scented breath fans your face.
gojo seats himself next to you and begins running his fingers through geto's newly tamed hair. geto releases a long sigh and you can't help but think its awfully cute.
"bet I can do a better hairstyle than you can" gojo challenges, because of course he does. you still take him up on it though; partly because you're competitive, and partly because you want to keep soothing geto through his much-needed slumber.
you smirk at gojo before parting geto's hair down the middle. taking the left side you begin splitting it into four parts to work on a fishtail. you had always wondered how one would look on him if he ever let down his taut bun.
glancing towards gojo whose eyebrows are furrowed in deep concentration, you notice his glasses had been completely removed as he’s struggling to complete a french braid. the braid is somehow tight, loose, chunky, and thin all at once—effectively securing your victory. his pale fingers weave clumsily through one another to continue down.
gojo scowls looking dissatisfied with his work thus far and begins undoing his current progress. near geto's temple the braid had twisted awkwardly and as gojo pulled the strands apart he was met with resistance accidentally yanking geto's head back suddenly.
the motion jolts you all backward and shakes geto awake releasing a pained wince from the rough pull.
"what the fuck guys”
"gojo you had one job" you moan. gojo's white eyelashes flutter apologetically and he rubs soft circles into the spot he had just pulled.
"didn't mean to sugu"
you roll your eyes at his allergy to explicitly apologizing and shove him away from geto's head. dejected, he slowly inches himself to the edge of the bed until he slides down next to geto. he pops a hard candy between his lips that seemingly appeared out of thin air and leans his head onto geto's shoulder.
you swear you can make out a hushed murmur sounding close to a sorry. geto hums and you go back to playing with his hair. you decide to make an effort to style his hair in a way that he can achieve on his own. you lift gojo's head gently to retrieve the hair that had been trapped underneath so he can snuggle in closer, and you begin working on a half-up, half-down style.
once satisfied you make the executive decision to loop the half-up ponytail into a bun and pull out his bangs to frame his face.
geto’s voice calls wearily out, "having fun back there?" his eyes are half-lidded from dozing off, and at this point he’s completely malleable to your touch.
"I'm actually taking this opportunity very seriously sugu."
you retrieve your phone and open the front-facing camera, handing it to him. he positions it in front of his face to view the finished look.
the corner of his eyes crinkle, but you can still make out the deep violet of his irises scanning over your handiwork.
"I actually like this a lot, it looks great," he praises.
gojo cracks an eye open so he can weigh in.
"I don't hate it."
at that you flick the nape of his neck harshly and geto chuckles at the subsequent wince feeling rightfully avenged for earlier.
“so seriously how do I look?”
“pretty—“ “—handsome” you and gojo both blurt out at once.
an awkward silence follows, and you can't help but giggle at your brazen, synchronized boldness.
searching for a way to ease the tension, your eyes fall back onto the camera in geto's hand and you motion towards it to refocus everyone's attention, "well we've clearly established that you look great so don't let the photo go to waste."
you catch his lips curling slightly before he complies, extending his arm to get a better shot. gojo leans back onto geto's shoulder and lazily holds up a peace sign, his cheeks tinged strawberry-red to match his lips. you scoot forward resting your chin on geto's other shoulder, tilting your head slightly and flashing a playful grin.
“perfect, my new lock screen,” you say, giving geto’s bun one final twist.
geto chuckles, low and warm, and gives your knee a gentle pat. “well, in that case, I’m honored.” he shifts his weight, stretching his legs out, visibly more at ease than when you’d first arrived. beside him, gojo, not missing a beat, looks up, hands folded across his chest.
“but of course, I'm more honored, I'm literally the honored one”
geto looks over the image zooming in slightly, "keep talking and you'll be the one cropped out satoru."
this ignites their usual bickering and you scoff. you watch as geto’s shoulders softly shake with laughter and you swear he seems lighter, the tension of the last few weeks loosening. maybe, just maybe, things could return to normal soon.
at least, for this moment, you all felt a little more like yourselves.
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elliespillowprincess · 9 months ago
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casual.
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a/n: just wanted to let u guys know this fic is inspired by casual by chappel roan!! i think i did see someone else do this so if it seems like im copying i promise im not!! and comment below who made this idea originally!!
c/w: smut!, ellie’s a little toxic, not rlly a happy ending, super short
why you should not support neil druckmann.
listen to casual while u read!!
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“cmon baby, give it to me, that’s it. that’s my girl.” ellie’s hands are pumping inside you at an animalistic pace whilst she kisses you deeply. you’re in your room, music playing from your phone nearby. ellie had come by to eat takeout and watch a movie with you, and it always ended the same way: her deep in your cunt, guiding you through your orgasm, peppering you with praise and kisses, just to get up and leave right after.
you look over to the vase of flowers she got you the other day after your date at the aquarium. you didn’t really know what you were, just that you were something. in group settings she’d act like you didn’t exist, but would text you after to come over.
“please, y/n, come undone on me fuckkkkk.”
“you’re mine, got it? all fuckin mine.”
after she’d make you finish, she’d just get up and get dressed like nothing happened, like she wasn’t just praising you, getting you off, all for your benefit. if you beg her stay, she’d wait until you fell asleep to sneak out of your house, never being there to hold you through the night.
she acted like the two of you were nothing when you’re with your shared friend group, the two of you not even exchanging glances.
this is how it’s been, she’d treat you like a princess in private, and run away as soon as you finished. you wanted to keep your mouth shut, wanted to act like this didn’t bother you, be the cool girl that holds her tongue and gives her space.
but you weren’t.
because this wasn’t casual, you knew it wasn’t, you knew she knew it wasn’t.
but ellie was scared. she was scared of you, of the two of you actually being something. she liked the easiness, she wasn’t tied down to a relationship, she didn’t have any obligations, it was casual, easy.
she’s knuckle deep in you, praising you as you come undone on her fingers. you try to bring her to your face and kiss her, but she pulls away. “ellie, what- what is this?” you blurt. the sentence lingered in the air like a cloud of smoke, she felt as if she inhaled it and let the truth out everything would go wrong. she stared blankly at you, unsure of what to say back. she gets up, grabbing her things. you can tell she wants to say something but her lips are sealed as though superglue was spread across her lips. “ellie..?” as she’s reaching for the door and beginning to step out, she turns around for a moment.
“it’s casual, right?” she says before closing the door behind her. you were left speechless, naked in your bed and feeling dirty. you text your friends, telling them what just happened.
quinn: dude i’m sorry but you’re a loser
ava: why are you still hanging around her?
you silence your phone, not wanting to hear what they said, even if it was the truth.
you knew it was impossible to be casual with ellie. i mean, your favorite bra was in her dresser. the night she took you to a drive in movie and ice cream after, was the first time you went to her house. the two of you stayed up for hours, her making you finish multiple times. you stayed on the phone with joel for hours when she disappeared for a week, talking him down. how could this possibly be casual?
you let a few days go by, not texting ellie at all. it was giving you anger issues, like she was using you. maybe ellie was right, maybe it was just casual fun.
you open your phone, scrolling to find her contact that previously had hearts around her name, but was replaced by just her name after what she said.
y/n: baby will u get me off again?
els: i’m omw
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lacydollette · 4 months ago
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pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger gf ! three
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youruser 17min
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jensenackles
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jensenackles last night was.. WILD 👀 shoutout to @/youruser for being the best hype woman and amazing paparazzo!
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vampzgirl STOP he looks so fucking hot
flora97 y/n really lucked out 😩
virtualfairy both of em tbh
girlblogger she is the definition of living the y/n life
fory/n do y’all need a third?
youruser drawing you like one of my french girls next 😛
jensenackles you want to see me naked so bad huh?
spnfan123 guys i think we’re interrupting something here 😭
jesswinchester why did no one tell me they were coming to my city..gonna go cry now 😣
gibson-g1rl y/n serving so bad
ari4president her style is literally everything
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youruser it’s giving rockstar gf 🫦 @/radiocomusic
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girlztea living your best life, literally
j2stans wanna lick the sweat off him
gibson-g1rl girl- that’s weird 😭
mishabear y/n keeping us fed all day every day
jaredpadalecki you’d make a good lead singer
youruser right? I think the current one is a little old anyway 🤥
destiel4ever not them ganging up on jensen LMAO
jacklesfan1 i need him in ways i can’t explain
yourbestiesuser oh she singing 👀
youruser she might 😎
ev1lprincess 7TH PIC HAS ME GOING FERAL
beausling they’re the new it-couple, calling it rn
jensenackles
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jensenackles quick september recap 🏇🏼
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j2stan4ever him with the cigar?? HELLO?!?!
y/n_defender 6th pic is giving true directioner
youruser found my people #1Dforever
girlwithablog @/youruser name your favorite in 3..2..1..
youruser louis, duh 🙄
forjackles i just know jensen adores her so much
jacklesfan1 stop is that y/n with arrow?? 🥹
destielcore yes so adorbs !!
deanlcver imagine saying “my boyfriend is jensen ackles”
jackles_3 how does he get hotter and hotter??
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familybusiness99 look at gen and y/n being all cutesy
spnlover1 i adore them together
girlblogger very demure very mindful
genpadalecki now im craving 🦞 again
youruser i remember you literally devoured that poor thing 😭
genpadalecki he was basically begging to be eaten with those round black eyes
y/nfan10 need me a man who gets me flowers every week
jacklesfan1 she is literally the best step mom
secretuser123 more like step sister
beausling lmao get a life 😭
jaredpicz THE KISSING BOOTH?? I’M OMW
casmybeloved real
lucifersdaughter never been so jealous in my life
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already planning the next one atp 🎀 hope u enjoyed! part one.
feedback and requests are greatly appreciated.
tags 🏷️ @gibson-g1rl @beausling @nuemanfilms @angelicjackles @alluvthegurlz @nxptvn @lailawinchesterr
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seireiteihellbutterfly · 11 months ago
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Hi Vee ✨
Could I request a small fic or hc.
Where bleach men (especially, Shunsui, this guys voice… omw) find out their s/o has a thing for their voice.
It can be suggestive if you want✨
Bleach men finding out their s/o likes their voice
Well hello there! Hmm I'm just going to add in my faves here in addition to Shunsui. And yes Shunsui's voice...a lot of men from Bleach have that really deep voice that makes us sigh with longing.
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Shunsui:
Honestly, he's flattered when he finds out you have a thing for his voice. He knows he's sexy, but to know that you think his voice is really attractive puts him at a different level.
He's going to ask for specifics. What about it is so attractive to you? "It's just...deep. Kind of makes me want to keep listening to hear what you'll say." "Hmm...maybe I'll say some things to make you blush, my sweet flower?"
And he'll do just that and the things he says range from sweet whispers to some really dirty talking. "You look so pretty today darling. That color yukata flatters you. But I think you look much better when I'm taking it off you, don't you agree?"
He's going to use that voice to make you weak and blush until you're hiding your face from embarrassment
Ukitake
He's a humble man so when you tell him you have a thing for his voice, he's going to be surprised and then a little shy. "My voice? Really?" "Yeah! It's just so calming and steady. It makes me feel reassured and comforted"
When he learns this, his heart swells with love and pride that he can make his s/o feel this way. It's so personal and intimate for him.
He'll use it to put you to sleep. Late at night as you rest your head on his chest, he'll stroke your hair and whisper the most gentle things to you. "You are so peaceful when you sleep." "I hope you know just how precious you are to me." "I'm so blessed to have you."
And you'll soon realize the most favorite thing you love to hear his voice say is your name.
Byakuya:
You like his voice? Well that's not unexpected. He likes yours too. Why would you be with someone if you didn't like their voice?
But deep down, there's a sense of satisfaction that you like his voice. It means he can talk to you in a more personal way that he won't with others.
You'll pick up on the little tones and nuances in his voice that he reserves only for you. Talking may be a form of communication but it's like his voice has its own personal language just for you.
"Are you getting a headache Byakuya?" "Hmm? How did you know?" "Your voice has that weary undertone to it." He'll keep his composure but he's blushing on the inside with the knowledge that you can read him like a book no matter how stoic he looks on the outside.
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moon1833 · 6 months ago
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“Ask me Tomorrow” Part 2!
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“Everyone keeps saying I gave you that hickey, so I might as well, right?”
Contains: Female reader, 18+ characters, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, light dubious consent (reader and Megumi are high), high sex, can you tell I was high when I wrote this, possessive Megumi, kinda subby Megumi not really, switch reader
Part 1
Megumi did not ask to kiss you the next day. Or the day after. Instead, he had treated you exactly the same. A little aloof, a bit warmer than most of his friends, but friendly all the same.
You had fully accepted that he had only been drunk, trying to erase how intense his eyes had been, how desperate he had seemed just to lay his lips on yours, how fucking soft they felt, how his tongue poked at your bottom lip- okay maybe you hadn’t fully accepted shit.
You couldn’t look at him without flushing, panic creeping up your chest and embarrassment flooding your brain as you recalled how close you’d been to making a serious mistake. You weren’t sure how far you’d let Megumi go, as selfish as it was.
Training was becoming even more difficult, since the moment he made contact with your body you froze completely, creating too many openings for him to knock you down.
You were a strong fighter, especially with hand to hand combat. Usually, you were the one kicking Megumi around, but for the past four days you could count your victories on one hand.
You tried not to think about it as you eyed the bruises littering your body as you stepped out of the shower. The most recent was one on your neck from the blunt end of his sword, since today was “Weapon Wednesday” as Gojo named it.
Oddly, the mark looked strangely suggestive instead of painful, and revived many questions from your peers. Of course, Megumi did not make it better for himself when instead of letting you explain, he muttered an apology.
Nobara could not be convinced that he hadn’t given you a hickey. By default, Gojo had been up your ass the entire day, and you were one more comment away from breaking past his infinity and strangling him.
Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, you made your way to your dresser to pull out your pajamas before pulling them over yourself and texting Megumi that he was free to come over.
As you read his immediate "omw", you leaned under your bed to pull the lunchbox out. You took out the grinder and sighed at the empty baggy next to it.
Without stepping off the bed, you launch yourself across it, your stomach against the blankets as you reach for your bedside table. You’re too focused on stretching your fingers to reach it that you don’t hear your door open, grabbing the zip lock bag and not bothering to shut the drawer.
You sit up, turning around to grab the rolling papers when you see Megumi standing in your doorframe.
He’s red faced, and looking anywhere but at you. His expression confuses you, until you remember the position you had been in a moment ago, your ass on perfect display from where he was standing. You just hoped he hadn’t seen your panties from the edge of your shorts.
Or maybe you did, who knows.
“Are you just going to stand there?” You try to swallow the flush crawling up your neck.
He just sighs, locking the door behind him as he joins you. The sight of him on your bed brings you back to how his tongue tasted, and you begin to roll the joint a little faster.
Occupying yourself with the paper in between your fingertips, you miss Megumi’s eyes. They linger on your skilled hands, and he swallows thickly as his mind begins to drift.
“Light me?” You ask, mostly out of habit. You hold the joint between your thumb and pointer, your other hand cupping around the end to block out the wind from your opened window.
Megumi moves closer to you, and you find yourself unable to look anywhere but his face as he flicks the lighter on, even when you begin to inhale.
Finally, you break away when you pull the joint from your lips, letting the smoke flow down your lungs while you move to the window. You let the smoke roll out as you prop your elbows onto the sill.
You take another hit before turning your head back to Megumi, who hadn’t taken his eyes off your mouth since you placed the joint in between your lips.
He joins you by the window, eyeing how you shiver against the cool air in your thin t-shirt, that had spilled over your shoulder. As you pass the joint back and forth, his eyes stay longer and longer on your slightly exposed collarbone before flickering back up to your face.
By the time Megumi finishes off the roach, his eyes are half lidded and reddish, and you’re sure you look the same. The room feels fuzzier, and your bare legs feel soft against the blankets on your bed.
Suddenly, Megumi looks so warm, and you’ve been so cold. Somehow finding the willpower to not pounce on him, you take the joint back, which was now just a bit of burnt rolling paper, flicking it out the window before shutting it.
When you turn back to him, Megumi’s lying down on your bed, his gaze still attached to you as he shifts to his side. There’s a small grin on his lips, one that looks almost misplaced by the look in his eyes.
Against all better judgement, you lay down next to him, a little closer than you meant to. Almost immediately, he pushes a stray hair off of your face, and you can feel the warmth of his hands grazing your skin.
His thumb drops, stroking your cheek affectionately. You lean into him subconsciously, your eyes fluttering shut.
Megumi takes the opportunity to move closer to you, breaking the distance completely with a tentative kiss to your lips.
You were high, you knew the feeling well, but this was different. You felt your stomach drop to your core, a gasp escaping you. You pressed yourself closer to him as his tongue licked at your own, barely registering your hands running through his hair.
You weren’t sure if you had pushed yourself on top of him or if he had moved you there, but you had somehow gotten on top of his lap, your legs crossed behind him as you tried to get impossibly closer, the kiss growing sloppier.
Every movement felt as fluid as water, every touch reciprocated tenfold. You pulled Megumi down by his hair, dragging his lips to a spot on your neck. He whimpers against your ear, the sound so small you were sure you wouldn’t have heard it unless he was that close to you. He licks and sucks at your throat, his eager hands trailing up your back and pushing your hips into him.
A guttural moan escapes you when his hits a sensitive spot on your collar bone, and he thrusts upwards at the feeling. Your grip on his scalp increases, grounding yourself down onto him as his teeth graze your shoulder.
It occurs to you that he’s this worked up over marking you, and he’s mumbling against your skin. It’s quiet, and you almost don’t register what he’s saying.
“Everyone keeps saying I gave you that hickey, so I might as well, right?” His words are hot against your neck. “No one’s gonna question it now.”
Megumi has always been possessive over you, even when he was eleven years old and met you for the first time. He was possessive over you when you both entered your first year in Jujitsu High, and he continues to be possessive over you as adults.
But, this was different. His hands didn’t have an ounce of hesitation as they crept up your shirt, fingers tracing the material of your bra. His lips are bruised, but he cannot stop kissing your skin.
You pull your shirt off, your hair falling across your chest in one smooth motion. His eyes skip to your breasts, and his hands follow.
“Can’t wait anymore.” He mutters, his hold gentle on your waist as he lays you down. Your legs cross behind his back, and he groans at the friction.
You pull his own top over his head before reattaching your lips to his as his hands travel down your sides. You barely notice when he begins to tug your shorts off your legs, too preoccupied with how firm his chest feels.
It’s only when his finger tips graze the slick that’s gathered between your lips that you register the cold air now hitting your skin. His touches are gentle, exploring an area he had only dreamed of feeling before.
You buck your hips, trying to fuck yourself against his hand in desperation. Megumi watches your body move in mesmerization, rolling his fingertips around your clit.
The pleasure is instantaneous, and it’s powerful, a moan sounding all too similar to his name ripping through your throat.
Your eyes are squeezed shut, so you don’t see exactly how much your noises affect him. His dick twitches in his pants, and they’ve been much too tight for him for too long.
His fingers don’t stop circling your clit, but he traces your entrance with his other hand, watching how they glisten with your wetness.
You kiss him again as he drags his ring finger in and out of you, and your orgasm builds quickly. Every stroke of pleasure feels more intense than anything you’ve felt before, and it was too much as you came around Megumi’s fingers.
Subconsciously, your nails dug into his shoulders as you bit into his bicep to keep your moans as quiet as possible. He watched your reactions closely, nearly cumming in his pants at the feeling of your teeth grazing his skin.
Megumi was ripping his pants off before he even realized, ignoring the sound of his boxers tearing slightly as he desperately tried to rid them from his thighs.
You turn him over before he can climb over you again, placing yourself just above his painfully hard looking dick before kissing his forehead rather tenderly.
In false confidence, you tried to sink down on him immediately, but you hardly got halfway before shuddering out a whimper. You expected a cocky expression on Megumi’s face, but when you looked down at him, his eye were squeezed shut in pleasure, and his bottom lip was between his teeth.
Motivated to sink further onto his cock, you didn’t stop until you could feel his thighs under yours, lavishing in his slightly pathetic attempts to keep quiet.
His hands are gripping your waist, using a little more force than he’s shown before. You wiggle your hips, squirming impatiently. His fingers curl around you even tighter, and you realized he’s keeping you in place so you can’t move.
“Aw ‘Gumi, what is it?” You tilt your head to the side. “Afraid you might cum too quick?”
“Yes.” He practically squeaks, and you can feel him twitch inside of you.
You giggle in response, throwing your head back and resting your hands on his bare shoulders. There’s a teasing smile on your face, as if you aren’t stuffed all the way into your stomach with his dick, and when he finally opens his eyes he takes notice of it.
In your position, he can see your perfect breasts practically glowing in the soft lighting of your bedroom, dark hickies littering up the valley of skin between them, trailing around your collarbone and around your neck. Something settles deep in his chest and he’s thrusting up into you before he can think.
Your body jiggles, and your mouth twitches open in shock. Your fingernails dig into his skin as he repeatedly rolls his hips into you, each stroke harsher than the last.
You hide your face in the crook of his neck, the sound of skin slapping almost as loud as the sounds escaping you.
Attempting to regain some type of control, you tug at his hair as you force your upper body upwards, meeting his thrust halfway. Megumi chokes, hips stuttering as his eyes widen.
You push his chest down, bouncing yourself on his dick. It doesn’t take much longer until he’s gasping for air, his own orgasm stumbling towards him it without much warning.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You clamp down impossibly harder on him.
“Cum inside.” You borderline command, dragging his head to your level to kiss him as he does. He moans loud into your mouth, his hair sticking to your forehead as he comes down from his high.
Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and your noses are touching. His rubs small circles into your back as you both attempt to catch your breath, clinging on to each other tightly.
His head dips down to your shoulder, planting small kisses there and sucking on the skin one last time for good measure.
You almost laugh at his antics, but exhaustion creeps up to you too quickly. Megumi lifts you off of him, eyes lingering on how his cum spills out of you before laying you down on your bed.
He was going to prepare a shower for you, but when he came back with a towel, you were fast asleep, cuddled under your favorite blanket. He chuckles, doing his best to clean you off before sliding into bed with you, drifting off with an arm around your waist.
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chaossturns · 6 months ago
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𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎
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⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: you spend countless nights thinking about your past relationship with matt, but what happens when he breaks the no contact?
“can you, tell me what’s with all the distant love? if i called, would you pick it up?” - kehlani
⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: ex!matt x fem!reader
⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: angst, slight crying, swearing, smut, p in v, missionary, unprotected sex (be smart), and pet names
a/n: i sorta made the lyrics to be the readers thoughts as the fic moves along, let me know how ya'll feel about that. but anywho, enjoy babessss
⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 1.6k
slightly proofread
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5 months. 
5 months since you and Matt cut ties with each other. In reality it was the right thing to do, he was taking a toll on your mental health. saying things he didn’t mean, keeping broken promises, playing with your emotions, and just entirely throwing your feelings away. 
You deeply loved Matt, but you just couldn’t bear the truth that he truly didn’t care for you anymore like he used to. The love had become distant and not worthy, more lies were being told from Matt's end. But he swore up and down he wouldn’t do it again, yet you went for his lies over and over again. 
On a daily occurrence you often find yourself reminiscing on your past relationship with Matt. In all honesty you craved to be back under his touch every night, his fingers floating over your skin as sleep would slowly take over your body. You itched to grab your phone and text him, but you had to be strong. 
“on some nights like this, i just want to text you, but for what?”
But this night it was different. The moon was completely full, it shined brightly into your room as you sat in bed. You found yourself sifting through photos of you and Matt together, having such a desire for a brand new connection with him. With groans leaving your lips you throw the phone on the bed, getting tired of having these feelings. 
You sat up against your headboard, so many thoughts clouding your mind as you sat and pondered. The sound of your phone buzzing rang in your ears, receiving a text from an unknown number. 
Unknown
hey 
i miss you 
i’m sorry 
All of the air had gotten sucked out of you, a various amount of questions swirled around in your head. Did he actually miss me? Is he lying again? Why text me now? 
“you gon’ say you want me, then go switch it up”
Before you could even guide your fingers to respond back he texts you once more. 
let me come over, we can talk
Your lip sits between your teeth as nervousness and anxiousness creep into your body, debating whether or not you should talk to him. You decide to leave him on read, not having a complete answer for him nor yourself. Feeling the need to pee you head to your connected bathroom and relieve yourself but when you return to your phone you’re met with yet another text from Matt. 
i’m omw
matt no
i’m almost there
Breaths start leaving your lungs quicker, your legs making themselves pace throughout your room. Being nervous was an understatement. You were completely hyperventilating and freaking out. Why couldn’t he just wait for an answer? Did he really want to see me that bad?
You see lights illuminate through the window, the engine of a car being powered off. Matt was here. Matt was fucking here. Trying your hardest to calm down you heard his fist collide with the front door, his keys clashing with each other as he moved. You gradually make your way towards the door, undoing the locks and twisting the knob revealing the blue eyes you’ve desperately missed. 
Matt shifted on his feet, fidgeting with the rings on his pointer and pinky fingers. “Can i- um, can I come in?” he asks, putting his right hand behind his head and scratching his head. “Oh yeah, right, come on in.” you responded, moving to the left side of the door which allowed him to pass by you. You felt the warmth radiating off his skin as he walked by, wanting to rush into his embrace to feel secure by him again. 
He makes his way into your living room and sits on the plush couch. You do the same but sit yourself on the other side. “So,” you say breaking the ice, “what’d you wanna talk to me about?” you question, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I just-, i just miss you.” he answers, dropping his head as his vision is fixed on his lap. “I fucked up bad. Like really fucking bad.” he scoffs, returning his gaze back to your flushed face. 
“you gon’ get my hopes high,”
You left out a breath, rubbing your sweaty palms on your skin. “I miss you too Matt.” you reveal, a glint of happiness danced in his eyes. “But it won’t be easy getting me back.” you continue, Matt nodding his head in understanding. Silence scales over the room, no words seemed to be said. You put your head down as you pick at the overgrown acrylics on your nails, not noticing that Matt was inching closer to you. 
By the time you bring your head up Matt is directly next to you, reaching an arm behind you to wrap around your shoulder and bring you closer into his chest. You let this happen with a gentle sigh floating out into the air. Matt lips are placed on your head confiding in the comfort you bring him, wondering why he had let you go. 
You turn your head to look up at Matt, staring at the pink shade casted over his lips. He looks back at you, his eyes shifting between your lips and your sparkling brown orbs. His lips close in on yours as they mold together, moving in sync as his hand rests on the side of your face. The kiss contained gentleness and desire, leading you to place yourself on his lap as your legs sat on the side of his. 
His erection grew under you as you rocked on him, filling him with the need to be inside you. You hungrily pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. Matt’s hands fiddle with the hem of your long sleeve, awaiting your approval to remove it from your body. “May I?” you nod, leaving your chest to be left in a baby blue bralette. He reaches around your back to unclasp your bra, your boobs dropping with the withdrawal. “Absolutely perfect.” He says, decorating your neck with small, sloppy kisses as you tilt your head to give him more access. 
Your hands collect at his belt to remove it from him, eagerness laced with your movements. He raises his hips allowing you to drag his pants down. Only left in his black boxers, your hand palms him as a groan emits from his mouth. He tugs at your shorts and pulls them down along with your matching blue panties. You pull his boxers down as his aching length claps back on his stomach. His tip was an angry red as it yearned for some sort of contact. 
Matt runs his finger down your slit, collecting your wetness as his finger dragged up and down. “Matt.” you whine. “What is it sweetheart?” his voice dropping into a seductive tone. “Please fuck me.” you say. In that moment something switches in Matt, his eyes darken as he pushes your back on the couch. His lips attach to your collarbone creating marks, the tip of his dick entering you slowly. He eventually bottoms out inside your tight hole, being stretched out by him in the most perfect way possible. 
“Shit princess.” Matt’s strokes maintain a content pace, the surrounding room filling with his body clapping against yours. Your eyes stay stuck to his face, watching how his face reacts to the pleasure he's feeling. His lip was partially trapped between his teeth and his eyebrows pushed together. The past times you and Matt fucked it was more fast and lust filled. But this time it became more sensual, taking his time with you as he cherished this moment. Soft, quiet moans could be heard from him which only drove you crazier. Matt was never one to prevent his noises and you loved that about him. You loved many things about him but that was one that came above everything else. 
“M-Matt.” you manage to get out between moans, “m-m faster.” Matt obeys and his strokes begin to hasten, your walls pulsating around his dick. “You feel so good baby.” he says, linking your lips together. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, your tongues twirled and collided while you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him more into you. Your body moved in rhythm with Matt, producing a familiar feeling to crawl inside you. 
“M’close.” Matt’s tip creates a recurring feeling as it hits your delectable spot. A reverberant moan dropping from your mouth as you’re drawn closer and closer to your orgasm. “You gonna cum for me hm?” kisses being placed on your jawline as his hands stay stuck on your hips. You nod quickly, wanting to become undone under Matt’s body. “Words princess, I need your words.” He says, a grunt being followed after. “Y-yes.” your body shaking erogenously as you're on the brink of exploding. “I’m g-gonna cum.” the most piecing moan escaping out of your throat as Matt shoots his steamy, warm load deep inside your pussy. “Fuck i’ve missed this.” Matt says, leisurely pulling his cum covered length out of you. Nothing but deep breaths could be heard from you two, staring at the ceiling while the wind blew outside.
Matt extends his arm past you to grab the blanket beside you, throwing it over your shaking figure. “Thank you for tonight.” playing with a string attached to the blanket. “Of course sweetheart.” His hand combing out your messy hair. Your face dropped in regret, wondering if this was all a mistake. As much as you deeply enjoyed tonight, you had to admit something to him.
“Matt,” you say in a mere whisper. “Yes sweetheart?” His eyes connect with yours. “I’m scared to fall in love with you again.” and with that Matt feels a pang of sadness in his heart, feeling remorseful for the way he has made you feel. “I’m sorry baby.” he says, pulling your naked body flush with his as tears begin to fall from out his eyes and dropping into your hair.
“feel like it’s too hard to fall in love again, no”
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tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl @thisisntmattsturniolo @hoesformatt @sturniyolo69 @luvs4matt @joemamaaa42069 @conspiracy-ash @chrispotatos @watercolorskyy
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wonton4rang · 7 months ago
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Pleasee do firsts with Leehan <333
HIII <33 OMW!!
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i love u 3000 ¡!
pairing: leehan x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.
summary: short scenarios of firsts with leehan.
note: this is a series, you can see the members that are done here. <3 pd. i didn't check this so if it has any typos, please lmk and i'll correct them asap !!
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first time he realises he's in love; i have two sides for him, i feel like he would either know right away that he likes you, noticing how his heart pounded faster when you were around, how he got nervous each time you looked at him even though he tried to play it cool, how he would look for you in a crowd unconsciously, or he would just don't realise at all, everyone knows he would literally kill for you but he keeps thinking he just really likes you... as a friend. but i think he would realise he's in love w u with something random, like he would give you his gummies or simply ditch an afternoon with his fishtank to be with you. only then opening his eyes wide and covering his mouth with surprise before saying "oh my god, i think i like her" yes, leehan, you like her.
how would he confess; tbh i feel like he wouldn't make a big fuss about it. he would buy you something he knows you like, a chain, a keyring, anything material that can last (not flowers or chocolates) so it can be a token of the confession he made to you, whether you accept his feelings or not. he would call you over to his place or probably to a park or a place where there was just the two of you, he would go straight to the point, smiling with his eyes first before saying a soft "i really like you, can you give me a chance to be your company?" his hands were shaking when he showed you the prettiest keyring you've ever seen and how could you say no? you also liked him very much !! a soft kiss on the cheek sealed the contract.
officially dating w leehan; i feel like it would be the most normal yet abnormal thing ever. like he would be so chill, just cuddling you on the couch while watching something on the tv and then he would suddenly look at you a say "what if we went hiking? i think the weather is nice for it!!" and you would just roll your eyes and laugh a little bit before saying "it's 93F outside, baby, we would roast to death". he would be the type to always have his hands on you, it could be holding your waist, playing with your hair, just resting on your thigh or even around your shoulders or playing with your fingers, but he would always find a way of having physical contact with you. he would rather have food delivered to your place and eat while talking about each other's days instead of cooking because you both were tired.
first kiss; there are so many ways this could happen but being honest...? i feel like he wouldn't directly try to kiss you first because he didn't want to make you feel pressured so he just kept certain distance. the problem was that he got so used to keeping his distance that he didn't notice when you finally were ready, basically ignoring all your tries to initiate the kiss you've been longing for a few days. it gets to a point were he finally notices because you pout after he kissed your cheek and he goes like "what's wrong, y/n? didn't like that one?" and when you nodded with your head to confirm his words, he laughed a bit before giving you a small peck in the lips, that being your first kiss with him since you guys started dating about a month ago. and it didn't end there, because when he saw your cheeks flushed with that pink blush, he couldn't help it but kiss you again, this time properly, taking his time to kiss you goodnight.
first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; kisses with leehan were never pecks, it was an actual kiss, lips moving at a pace and sometimes your tongues met too, but that was it, you guys never really made out or touched each other up like animals. well, that until today because when leehan felt your back against his crotch he felt like he was going crazy, you were cuddling together on your bed, ready to sleep, but leehan would start to hold your thighs, pressing on the skin before softly kissing your neck and get close enough to your ear to whisper "i want to kiss you, baby" and tbh you could feel the boner against your body, your pussy clenching when you finally turned to face him and he took you in for the most explicit kiss ever. tongues tangled, saliva being shared and you humping him while he softly grinded against you. after you both got off, Morfeo held you both on his arms until the next day.
first time meeting your family; from what i know about leehan i think he wouldn't be too nervous about it. i feel like he would want to make a good first impression so he would ask you about your parents likings, he would ask you if they liked fishes or gummies, or basically anything he liked so he could bring it up. he would try to help cooking but would end up getting a cooking class by your dad that made them bond more than you would think!! he would be himself all the time, maybe not that loud but definitely not hiding his true self because even if he wanted to, it would be too difficult. i can see him saying "next time i come here will be with our wedding invitation" your parents would just laugh and you would try to pull him away before he finished it off with a "and i plan my next visit to be very soon!!" even though you were ashamed, all you could do was laugh. your parents loved him, in fact, he would go to their place to just chat or have a meal because he loved your dad's cooking skills !!
first time w leehan; the only thing that comes to my mind when i think of this is the word "comfortable". like i feel that everything would be so lovely and warm, his smile making your heart feel soft and your nerves go away, his fingers would lovingly trace your lines, playing with your hair while he kissed you with so much care you actually felt gone for a second. he would prepare you so good, his fingers fucking your wet cunt to make sure you are ready to take his cock before he actually goes in, kissing your pussy and leaving a long lick there before going back to your mouth and place and open kiss there "can i go in?" he would ask and after you said yes he pushed in slowly, going all the way in and the tracing it back. the way he fucked you, so deep and nicely, it felt so personal, so romantic and yet so dirty, the way his hair got messy, his lips looking abused because you bite them so much, the explicit sounds of your wet pussy and his hard dick making you squirm under his touch before you finally came undone, he came too, almost right after you. he would look at you for a few seconds, his dick still deep inside your cunt, he would laugh and kiss your lips, laying besides you before saying "wanna go for a second round?" well damn.
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this is the keyring he would give u :(( you guys have matching ones and carry them everywhere with the little fishes and flowers oh my 😭😭🫶 even the "confession letter" and some butterflies, i need one of those asap.
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