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the character inspo posts had me thinking about yuuna during twst and pre-twst (in their original world specifically) so uh here's a comparison:
#to my (few) yuuna fans đđŞđ#new challenge do this with your yuus/mcs/ocs-#i'll do one for yuusha later ehe#depending on my motivation probably RIGHT after this lmao#[ââŚ-#-⧠my art#twst art#twisted wonderland#twst#twst yuu#twst yuusona#(đ) yuuna#-âŚâ]#TAG LORE RAMBLING TIMEâ#thinking about how yuuna prob gets visions of themself pre twst too#yuuna sees themselves being so cruel to a friend/classmate#and they cant do anything but watch thinking-#that cant be them#can it??#why would they be so mean#thatâs not them at all#itâs just a nightmare#itâs not real#their dreams had been so weird so far#why is this one any different
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just woke up from a dream featuring most of the undertale main cast
as per usual I never am myself in dreams and therefore I can now say I have experience being sans undertale
#been having an abnormal amount of fandom presence in dreams#like today wasn't even just âoh Im sans undertale in dreamâ it was a gacha reaction video#(and woah is it traumatizing when you sit there helplessly looking at a screen showing you awful terrible things)#the othwr day I had a dream that was so cool I do actually want to write that fanfic but idk how#it was a crossover wherein tim drake meets kim possible#the main problem is that the last time I watched kim possible was at best a decade ago#(which makes the fact that she appeared in my dream very weird. pulled from very far back in the memory archives)
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ohhhh. i forgot that people used to say michael was getting surgeries in order to look like diana ross. ugh. i don't think there's anything to that but............ugh.
#that's tough#maybe i'm wrong but i get the impression she and michael never really REALLY talked about their situation#which. diana...... maybe she didn't realize how serious it was for him but... idk. she did seem kind of uncomfortable about that#like i feel like she knew he felt a way about her that didn't fit with the maternal relationship#i think it would have been responsible of her to put him in his place if she wasn't interested in that too#which maybe she WAS but felt like it couldn't happen#either way... you know him well you know he's not normal you know he's got weird attachment issues#a lot of this is based on rumors and My Feelings i realize that. i'm just thinkin#i thought jermaine described it in an interesting way. that michael had this 'fascination' with diana#'she was this dream for him... he had this ongoing fascination with her... he loved her'#ok should i go into queer michael speculation mode. well i'm always there lbr#..........so#1. gay men obsessed and fascinated with diana ross. many MANY such cases#2. looking up to her as a mentor and an idol. ik i just said i don't believe the rumors that he was trying to look like her#but that's just. of course that's a persistent rumor#they had similar roles within their groups. ofc michael grew up covering the supremes and even Being diana a j5 skit#huh. michael Becoming one of his older female idols and friends. where have we seen that before#i'm just gonna say .#i have no idea who he truly wanted to be. who he WAS deep inside#but i think he was inspired by a lot of artists especially women and he Did want to emulate them AND he had a natural draw#towards feminine things/expression#no matter how deep or far that went for him i also know that he recognized his privilege in being a male artist#that comment about madonna 'well she's a woman...' which people cite as a moment of misogyny#not at all. that was a moment of putting himself into a woman's shoes and understanding her position and potential jealousy#(i'll defend THAT part of it. the 'witch' comment well there ya go there's your misogyny lol. rest assured!)#whatever i'm not truthing in any way. i love the topic of gender and there's MUCH mj gender discussion to be had
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Personal, death tw
My friend who was killed made the news? Its so bizarre to see her name in the news for this reason. She was always brilliant so her name should have been in the news for something like building new rocket parts or rovers for nasa like she'd always dreamed of, googling her name shouldn't lead to articles about her death or them arresting the guy who hit her or him trying to get out on bail and maybe flee the country. Right now I'm just trying to support her family in their strive for justice, while also dealing with my emotions, and it's all just feels so bizarre. No one tells you how bizarre grief can feel. She deserved so much better than this.
But thank you so much to everyone for your condolences and prayers, I truly appreciate it!
#Grief is weird#One guys recklessness lead to all of this#I want to be able to forgive him but it doesn't feel like my thing to forgive and I'm just so angry for everything he took from her#It feels weird wishing her to rest in peace when she didn't want rest or peacefullness she had so many plans and so much she wanted to do#But I do hope she feels happy with the life she lived and I hope she's united with God and whole despite having been taken to Him far too s#She lived her life to the fulllest and never hesitated and while she deserved the time to realize all her dreams I hope she is happy#With what she got to do with her time on earth#I hope that with God her endless curiosity can find answers and creativity can find a place as part of the power of creation#She always dreamed of the stars#I hope you can see them now and I hope they're everything you dreamed of â¤ď¸#lisa <3
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I was on the wikipedia page for phobias just for fun but just discovered theres an actual word for a fear of being touched.. đĽš
#haphephobia.... and they list guts from berserk under pop culture references đ˘đ˘đđ thats my guy....#not gonna lie i teared up a bit i didnt realise it 'counted' as an actual phobia#i find it really difficult to talk abt but i have a complicated relationship w touch/physical contact (likely trauma babeyy)#and while i do crave it a lot i also have a very physical reflexive fear response especially if its intentional + i dont expect it#which can sometimes even get triggered just being in proximity to ppl bc like. even the possibility sets me on fucking edge#it would be nice to be as physically affectionate as i naturally want to be without dealing w my fight/flight/freeze but alas#its weird bc there are some random situations where it doesnt get triggered at all but its so unpredictable every time#and varies wildly person to person for seemingly no reason. there r strangers im innately more comfortable with but also friends ive known#for years and will never be comfortable around. i think part of that depends on how strongly the other person communicates and whether-#i feel as if theyre demonstrably able to respect boundaries not just mine but their own too + understand theyre not always fixed#ideally i need to have had this conversation with them so i Know they understand. which is rly difficult i find it so hard to admit#and i have a complicated mental block where i need the other person to naturally bring it up which very very rarely ever happens#idk just an atmosphere of safety yknow. i think its intentional touch that specifically makes me panic bc im usually fine w like-#bustling crowds or even expected social rules like handshakes at interviews. bc its not like they're Trying To Touch Me its just rote idk#hopefully eventually ill reach a place where im able to unpack it and reduce its severity bc man sometimes its fucking heartbreaking to me#bc i do genuinely really like physical contact im an incredibly physical person its my main way of interacting w the world#and the way having to force myself to avoid it meshes w my rsd too augh.... its a clusterfuck#even just having one person im completely comfortable with. maaaaan.#almost makes me miss my ex. at least i was mostly cool around them#god its sucked lately ive been having weird vivid dreams related to it. but whatever its so far down my list of problems to prioritize#and at least i dont get it w my familys dog so i can cuddle her :^) i miss her i cant wait to see her next month :D#anywayyyy thats enough im so tired goodnight every1...#.diaries
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Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, stsg, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this oneâs a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanamiâs handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. Heâs not someone youâd immediately notice in a room, but once you didâŚ
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe youâd notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But thatâs not the weird part. No, you havenât heard him utter a single word except to answer the professorâs unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
Thatâs not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends⌠but Nanami has friends. He doesnât just have like one friend. No, heâs apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girlâs wet dream. Heâs the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
Heâs the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto⌠Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered⌠when he was in class. But youâve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojoâs antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didnât care enough to keep up with Gojoâs buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. Heâs also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanamiâs friends that just didnât seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as youâre sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
âGo on without me, Uta. Iâll be fine, promise.â You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
âI really, really, really donât want to leave you here alone, yn. I donât want you to end up on the front page of the news.â
âDonât wish that shit upon me.â You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
âIâm serious, yn. Please text me. If youâre not back in the dorm by midnight, Iâm calling the cops.â She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friendâs caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
âI will text you. I promise.â You assure her once again. âGo back to the dorm. Love you.â
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. Sheâs still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she canât force you to leave. âLove you too. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â
âOh, thatâs all Iâm gonna do.â You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. Heâs alone, but he doesnât look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but youâre still too afraid he wonât talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
âIâm sorry- I donât remember your name.â He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
âThatâs okay. I donât remember yours either.â You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
âCheeky. Give me your number.â He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
âWhy should I give it to you?â
âBecause itâs not for me.â He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. âIâm doing this for my pussy friend over there.â
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than youâve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
âThat is a really good reason.â You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoruâs phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
âYn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.â She chides
âNoooo.â You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. âHeâs too cool. Out of my league.â
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?â
âUtahimeee.â
âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âLet me wallow in my self pity.â You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesnât even excite you anymore. Itâs always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
âJesus Christ. What? What happened?â
âHe texted me!â You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, thatâs me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. Iâm sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. ďżź
Yn: No need! He didnât disturb me too much.
Nanami: Thatâs good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
*** *** ***
I mean, who even needs Nanami? Heâs really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as âexclusiveâ. You had no idea what that meant, but you werenât allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldnât scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what âexclusiveâ meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
âYn! So glad you made it!â Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
âAm I imposing on something?â You ask as you close the door.
âOf course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.â Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. âCome have a seat. Get comfortable. Weâre just hanging out tonight.â
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
âAfraid that we might bite?â Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
âStop it, Satoru. Youâre going to scare her away.â Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little âoh yeah?â makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
âYn?â You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
âShit- sorry. Whatâs up?â
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: Youâre blushing.
âI was asking what your major is.â Shoko smiles calmly as sheâs sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
âOh, Iâm just in general studies right now. Iâm kind of indecisive. What about you?â
âIâm pre-med right now.â Shoko answers.
âI thought you swapped to nursing.â Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: Iâm actually ill.
Nanami: Youâre also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldnât speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didnât know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then donât complain.
The throb your cunt just did shouldâve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I wouldâve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didnât realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
âShoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?â Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phoneâŚ
âAt this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.â Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didnât strike me as the type.
Nanami: You donât think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and heâs almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the âpartyâ goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldnât shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
âIâm gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.â You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
âHey yn-!â Satoru says as he tugs from Suguruâs lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. âThanks for coming. You should come out here more often.â
âOh um, Iâll think about it.â You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
âLet me walk you back.â His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasnât phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
âThanks.. I was actually kinda scared.â You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
âWhy didnât you ask one of us to walk you home then?â Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized⌠Nanami is a big man. Heâs not just some scrawny nerd. Heâs actually pretty well built.
âI didnât want to be a bother.â You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
âThatâs foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.â
âWe?â
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
âYes, we.â He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasnât the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. âI donât want it.â He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
âItâs yours, silly.â
âAnd?â
âTake it.â You gestured the coat to him once more
âNo, I want you to have it.â He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. âText me.â He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadnât texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadnât reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: Youâre not going to do well if you donât pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: âŚ. point taken
Nanami: You know, you couldâve at least texted me if you didnât like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didnât?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. havenât yet.
Nanami: Weâll come back to the disobedience topic. Why havenât you texted me âyetâ?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: Youâre adorable. Whatâs there to be nervous about?
âCan anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?â The professorâs sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadnât been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
âAnyone?â The professor asks once again. âYn-â She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
âCrown thinning.â He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
âVery good. Thank you, Kento.â The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didnât want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: Youâre hopeless.
Yn: Youâre starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldnât even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think Iâd rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
ohâŚ
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didnât dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: Youâre blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: Iâm well aware.
Nanami: Itâs cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please donât
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. Iâll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: Itâs far better than the treatment youâll be receiving later.
Your head feels like itâs spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! Itâs not like heâs actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. âCome in.â He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. Heâs wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
âYour room is nice.â You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
âItâs a room.â He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
âHow did you tell Haibara not to come home?â You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
âI told him the truth.â He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
âWhich is?â You reluctantly ask.
âI told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if heâs been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
âNo. I justâŚâ You had no idea what to even say to that! You werenât use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
âNo. I just..â He mocks you. âYouâre awfully nervous for someone I havenât even touched yet.â His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
âChrist. Have you ever even done this before?â He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
âYes!â You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. âHave you?â You ask, trying to even the score.
âNo.â He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds itâs way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as heâs pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Heâs taking complete and utter advantage over your body while youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said ânoâ. Heâs claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
âThatâs right. Use me.â He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
âKen..â You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you donât stop. If his slacks werenât black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
âHah~â You gasp as you lean your head back.
âDoes that feel good?â He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
âYes⌠Yes, Kento.. more..â
âOh, what was that, darling? I didnât hear you.â He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
âM-more!â You whimper out as you grow impatient.
âSo greedyâŚâ He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while heâs still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. âBeg.â
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you werenât to the point of begging yet.
âDid you hear me? I said beg.â He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as heâs making you rock hack and forth.
âPlease-â You finally choke out against your defiant nature. âI-I.. want more, please⌠I need you to.. to ruin me.â
âRuin you, hm?â He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. âA pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her⌠How could I say no?â
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
âI think I want to see you come on my fingers first.â He says as heâs quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. âNow, you know why you came here. What are you running from?â
âI- ⌠Youâre looking at me likeâŚâ the words âlike you want to eat meâ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a heâs-not-here-to-play way.
âYouâre so pretty, but gods, youâre so confusing.â He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. âJust sit still and let me take care of you, darling.â He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like heâs making out with your pussy.
âOh.. f-fuck..â You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
âOh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~â You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. âNanami-! fuck, Iâm gonna..â You try to warn, but heâs already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and heâs pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. âGood girl.â He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm youâve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
âYou taste so sweet.â He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. âSpit.â He orders bluntly.
âW-what-?â
âI didnât stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.â
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesnât look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. âTry not to be too loud, darling. I donât want anyone to come and bother us.â
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
âShhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.â He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
âMmmnnf~ K-kento!â You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really canât risk getting a noise complaint right now.
âThatâs right, darling.. Take it..â His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
âOh fuck, youâre so pretty like this.â He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
âF-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~â You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where youâre pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
âYeah? Yâfeel me in your womb, darling?â He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
âLook at me.â He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. âThis pussyâs mine from now on, understand me?â
âY-yes!â You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
âTell me you love me when you cum on my cock.â He demands lowly. Youâre too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didnât even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. âFuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!â You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. âNgh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Donât waste a drop.â He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you werenât even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasnât even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didnât even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why heâs being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. âThat was intense. Are you alright, darling?â He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
âAre you sure? Iâm not only talking about physically.â He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
âI told you I love you..â You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. âYou did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?â
âI.. I donât know.â You confess quietly. âYou said it back tooâŚâ
âI did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.â
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.
âI donât think I regret it.â
âIâm glad. I donât regret it either.â He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
*** *** ***
âWas that really your first time?â You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanamiâs fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
âIt really was.â He laughs quietly. âWhy is it so hard to believe.â
âYou were too good for a virgin.â
âIâm glad my darling thinks so.â He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
âWhere did you even learn that stuff from?â You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
âI have the horniest friend group. They donât understand the concept of too much information.â
Ah. That makes sense.
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Ratatouille would have been a better and potentially much more interesting story if Remy had partnered with Collette instead of Linguini. Two underdogs with talent and passion forced to maintain a dangerous ruse. Fiercely independent Collette giving up temporary control of her body to a creature who, despite the insanity of a rat wanting to cook professionally, she can relate to on a personal level and who she does want to teach. The inner conflict of wondering if Remyâs growing talents are eclipsing her own, if the praise their food is earning belongs more to him than to her. Her guilt over feeling resentment and jealousy towards this little guy who wouldnât have a hope of realizing his talents if not for her trust and protection. Both of them unraveling the mystery of that sweet but bumbling kitchen boy with the obvious crush on Collette being Gusteauâs secret son, and working together to thwart the new evil ownerâs plans to stop Linguini from claiming his birthright. The message of the movie not being this weird, almost smug âsome people are born with talent, some people arenât, and thatâs how being a ~great artist~ worksâ, but something more like, âif you have a dream, you deserve to pursue it, and be supported and encouraged in your pursuit of it, even if other people tell you that, because of some intrinsic aspect of yourself or the circumstances you were born in (like being a human woman in the restaurant industry, or being a literal rat), you have no place pursuing this dream. Also, raw talent can only get you so far, and skill and passion existing in the right balance is key.â Iâve been thinking about this for seventeen years. Iâm breaking my silence
#when I first watched this movie the moment near the end where Collette makes ratatouille and Remy rejects it outright#and makes his own super special beautiful version that everyone loves#even though Collette was the one who turned him into the cook he became and taught him everything#it felt kind of mean to me? like mean as a story choice. like ohh sure he needed her help before#but heâs this special little genius so now her skills arenât presented as impressive or even worthwhile anymore#catie talks
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#sometimes i get really sad about my life you know? like. really sad about it lmao. for various reasons.#like it would be really cool to be normal. very often i just wish i was normal lmao.#but then i remember meeting this guy while i was homeless&he had everything that i late 20s/early 30s college grad would want#stable&well paying job in the field he actually went to college for#rented part of a banging a duplex that had a yard allowed dogs&was a five minute walk from downtown bar crawl area#had both one of my fave motorcycles-- an r6--&one of my all time dream cars-- a 6speed cts-v.#i presume a dating life from the tampons that were in his bathroom.#&yet. he was miserable from what i could tell lmao. &it was weird bc it was like he didnt realize that#until he met us lmao. i would be more annoyed by that. i was v annoyed by it at the time lmao. the amount of weird jealousy i dealt w while#fucking homeless+sick is disgusting&ill never forgive fucking anyone for it&a part of me will always be dead+rotted bc of it lmao.#but for him it was different in the way of. i could kind of understand it lmao.#he had come from a rough background from what i understand&was a success story.#&yet he clearly felt trapped in his own life. clearly felt like he was surrounded by things he should be more grateful for while none of it#filled the hole in him ppl like him are PROMISED success will fill. being apart of the status quo but on the good end will alleviate.#he had been in one accident&never rode his bike again. when i asked why he lied&told me the bike was unrideable bc he didnt know me lmao#&when i asked if there had been any damage past the obvious dent in the gas tank he got red+quiet+changed the topic.#he worked at some big bank&didnt bother trying to brag bc the one thing he DID know about me is that i am v anti bank+leftist lmao.#he considered himself a leftist too until he talked to me&realized he was actually v centrist in basically every view he had#&that centrism came from a desire to keep his privileges as a cis white straight man-- something that made him openly embarassed.#he used to deal thru college&when i met him he couldnt keep up w one round of dabs w me something that also obviously embarassed him.#he had surrounded himself w ppl just like him&was jarred upon meeting anyone outside of that bubble who wasnt a far right asshole.#&he didnt like what he saw about himself. &that was really obvious.#when we left his place after the brief week we were staying there he was literally in tears about how much he wanted to come.#to help&see where we ended up or whatever idk lmao. i guess im still actively annoyed by it lmao.#but i still get it on some level. when you reach the top&realize youre not fucking happy where do you go from there?#will a house do it? will moving to a different location for your same bullshit job do it? will meeting a girl exactly like you do it?#&when i want to be normal so bad it physically hurts i remember him&i think maybe things arent so bad lmao.#like it could be worse i guess lmao.
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i had two different dreams last night, with a brief wake up in the middle, that i was in my old house and the same two fake âcopsâ broke into my house (just walked in bc we hadnât locked the doors) to kidnap me. both times i watched their truck pull into the driveway. from different spots in the house each time (one time front door one time back door) i watched them walk up and tried to call for help but they just opened the door and walked in and i couldnât make a sound bc i was frozen with terror.
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#i have woken up like this almost every day since being in this house and i donât like it one bit#i have also been very dizzy constantly since being in this house and idk if itâs my allergies bc that happens sometimes or smth else#either way. i am not comfortable here and i cannot wait for our time in this airbnb to be done#iâm still just sitting here trying not to feel so weird and anxious and sick and i donât even know Why#i had other unsettling dreams last night but i cannot stress enough how terrifying it was to see the same 2 men TWICE in different dreams#it felt so real. in the second dream i knew what they were about to do bc of the first dream. i was like i knew this was gonna happen#now if i see anyone that looks like these men iâm gonna go far tf away
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TJâs 2K request celebration!
Anonymous asked: Hey i was wondering if i could request a friends to lovers eddie x reader, its romantic and the tension finally breaks, its their first time with each other and the reader absolutely blows his mind sucking and fucking him, shes the best hes ever had and he wasnt expecting it to be THAT good, hes just sprawled out flushed and sweaty like hes seen god đ¤đ¤ Im just imagining him trying to get up to pee and his legs give out, he face plants in the hallway, his cheeks just out đ and youre both giggling
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Cw: friends to lovers, your and Eddieâs first time together, smut, oral (f + m) , p in v, talks about cuming inside but Eddie is wearing a condom.
Concealing your emotions around Eddie had become increasingly taxing over the past couple of months. Although you've been friends for a little over a year, you couldn't help but notice that something had shifted in your interactions with him.
You felt giddy when you were together. Your face, cheeks, and ears would feel on fire whenever he complimented you. You also found yourself thinking about him first thing in the morning, and when your head hit the pillow, fantasies of you and he would play in your mind until you fell asleep.
The flirting between the two of you was so unbelievably blatant, and any time you innocently did it in front of your friends, they would make gagging noises. You never thought much of it because thatâs just how you and Eddie were, thatâs how youâve always been, it was never serious for you, until it was.
It was one particular comment he had made that made it all switch for you. It was late at night, and you and he had been smoking together at his place. Heâd told you that âyou are the only person in the whole world who makes him feel whole.â You could have kissed him right then and there, and that thought scared you.
Ever since that night, Eddie has always been at the forefront of your mind, especially on the night of that party, when he expressed his feelings for you during a game of truth or dare.
In all honesty, Eddie had been set up by Dustin and Steve. They were tired of hearing him go on and on about you for a year and a half, so they fed Eddie a bunch of alcohol and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare.
Finally, when it was time, Steve asked Eddie, âWho do you like?â He drunkenly but confidently said your name. You hadnât believed him because he was so drunk, but Nancy reminded you, âDrunken thoughts are sober words.â
When you were both sober the next morning, you marched your way to the trailer to set the record straight. You needed to know if what Eddie said had any slice of truth to it. At first, he refused to even look at you, embarrassed by his actions, but when you confronted him about it, he could only nod his head âyes.â
Your stomach erupted with butterflies as he confessed heâd always liked you like that. Like more than a friend. He didnât want to lose you because youâre one of the most important people in his life.
You didnât let him finish speaking because your lips were on his. This kiss was everything that you had wanted it to be. Itâs the type of kiss youâve only been dreaming about every night before going to bed.
After one of the best makeout sessions of your life, Eddie insisted he take you out on a proper date before things moved forward because âyou deserve the world.â His words, not yours.
Dating Eddie was fun and easy. You were such good friends before, so you were already comfortable with one another, but now you got to steal kisses and hold each other's hands without worry. The only problem was that youâve been on five dates with Eddie, and neither of you has yet to make a move past steamy makeouts.
It was weird, in a way. He was your friend, and you didnât want to seem too pushy, and neither did he. You both were too chicken to let one anotherâs hands roam too far without worrying about the other's reaction.
Eddie didnât even know if you would want to have sex with him. You said you liked one another more than a friend, but you were you. You are everything to Eddie, and if he fucked this up by moving too quickly, he would never forgive himself. So, he played it safe.
Stolen kisses on cheeks, innocent hand holdingâhe wouldnât initiate further than kissing until you wanted, but the problem was that you and he never talked about it, and he was not picking up on your signals.
It was coming to the end of your sixth date with Eddie, and you would be damned if you let the night end with you in your separate beds.
Eddie walked you to your door and went for a kiss goodnight, but you stopped him, âI want you to come inside.â You smiled sheepishly, and Eddie, nothing but your local follower, humbly listened to your request.
âCan I get you a drink? You ask as you guide him to your living room couch.
âSure, Iâll take whatever youâre having.â Eddie rubs his sweaty hands over his jeans.
You come back a few moments later with two beer bottles in hand.
âThanks,â Eddie smiles, seemingly more comfortable.
âEddie, can we talk about something?â You ask nervously as you sit down.
Shit, here it was. You want to go back to just friends.
âS-sureâ Eddie swallows the lump in his throat, the confidence suddenly drained out of his body.
âDo you think Iâm attractive?â
âWhat?â This is not where he thought the conversation was going.
âWeâve known each other for so long, and this is our sixth date, and we havenât⌠you knowâŚâ You look down, embarrassed to say what is on your mind.
âHavenât what, sweetheart.â
You take a deep sigh, building up your confidence.
âSex.â
âOh uh-Iâ
âItâs ok if youâre not attracted to me-â
âWhat! No! God no!â
âThen why havenât you made a move?â
âI didnât want to scare you awayâŚâ
âScare me away?
â Iâm obsessed with you to the point itâs a bit embarrassing.â
âAnd Iâm not obsessed with you?â You counter back.
âI didnât think youâd be into me like thatâŚâ
âItâs all I think about.â
That was the confirmation that Eddie needed to hear.
âSo do you uh,â he ears his throat, âwant to umm.â
âYes,â you nod your head enthusiastically.
Slowly, Eddie leans in to kiss you. Itâs soft and gentle until you lean in and press into his lips more.
A low moan leaves Eddieâs throat, and you canât help but smile into the kiss as his hands trail up your upper thigh to your waist, pulling your body closer and closer until you are straddled on top of him.
Finally, he was taking control like you had wanted for so long. You pulled away to catch your breath, pushing Eddieâs brown tendrils out of the way so you could latch your lips onto the side of his neck.
âMmmm, baby,â he moaned.
Your heart skipped a beat with his words; that was the first time heâd called you that, and you yearned for more.
âGod, I want you so bad.â his breath had become heavy as his chest pumped up and down.
âYou have me, baby,â you bravely let slip the pet name.
âFuckâ he groaned as the blood rushed down to his stiffening cock.
âHow do you want me?â Your confidence was growing with each passing touch.
âFuuuuuck, you canât just say shit like that to me, sweetheart.â
âWhy not?â You pout playfully.
You could feel his cock against your cunt, and you rolled your hips to test out the waters.
âOooh! You are a dirty girl.â Eddie grits through his teeth as he stills your hips by gripping onto your ass, and a wave of arousal floods your lace panties. The panties youâve been saving for each passing date.
âCan I suck your cock?â
âYes,â Eddie blurts out without a second passing thought.
You slide off the couch, and Eddie shifts forward for you before he undoes his pants while you place a pillow under your knees.
The butterflies in your stomach still havenât settled as you wait impatiently to see what he looks like. From what you could feel in his lap, he wouldnât disappoint you.
As Eddie shifts the fabric uncovering his cock, your mouth waters with anticipation. Youâre mesmerized by the sight of it, itâs long and thick, and the tip is so pink itâs just begging to be sucked, kissed and licked.
Eddie watches as your face turns into a grin as you bite your lip. Youâre entirely giddy as you lean forward to take his hard length in your hand.
A soft âfuckâ leaves Eddieâs lips as the tips of your fingers brush the shaft and take it into your gentle fingertips.
âYouâre so big,â you purr.
Eddie was about to respond but your mouth is enveloping his cock.
âOh my god,â he sputters. He cannot believe that this is his life, that he is here with you at this very moment. He never thought his most intimate daydreams would one day come to fruition.
Eddie snapped out of his own head as you sunk down lower and lower until you reached the back of your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it was too much, so you returned to catch your breath.
âHoly shit, baby!â
There he goes, throwing around that word again, which makes you melt for him. All you want is to please him, to make him feel good.
âYou like that baby? You like sucking on my cock?â
Fuck, he has a dirty mouth.
A whiny âmmmmmhmmmmmâ fills the room and only enhances Eddieâs pleasure.
You feel his hands grip your hair, pushing it out of the way for you. So ever the gentleman.
âNeed to see you, pretty girl.â There was no way Eddie was missing the sight of you taking him in your mouth because a bit of hair was in the way.
Eddie was trying everything in his power to not buck up his hips into you and down your throat. You were making it so hard because you were so good at this. Too goodâŚbut Eddie couldnât let his mind wander about how you are so good at head. No, he will allow himself to enjoy this moment. Heâs waited 20 months for this moment.
âBaby, baby, baby,â he chanted as your mother slid up and showed the shaft, swirling your tongue on the tip each time before repeating it over and over and over again.
You canât help but touch yourself as youâre also pleasuring your boyfriend. The way his words were affecting your body was too much to ignore any longer.
âOh my god, youâre so hot; I need you; I need you now.â he watched as your fingers slipped between your skirt and your ruined panties, and he couldnât take it anymore. God, he wanted to fuck you so badly.
âMmmmmm, Eddie, please fuck me.â You remove your mouth and replace it with your hand as you jerk him off.
Your face is dripping with the mix of pre cum and saliva. Your eye makeup was a little smudged from the tears from when you gagged on his cock, but Eddie never thought you looked more beautiful.
âCome here.â
âYou going to ride me baby? Show me how much you want me? Or are you going to let me fuck you so hard you wonât be able to walk tomorrow.â
âWho needs legs anywayâ you let out a shaky laugh.
Eddieâs face morphed into a mischievous grin as he threw you over his shoulder and brought you to the bedroom.
He flopped you on your back, and you landed with a giggle that quickly was cut off by a hot kiss.
Before you knew it, you were both finally naked, and Eddie was taking in every inch of you like he was committing your body to memory.
âPerfect,â Eddie whispered before leaning in to kiss you. âPerfect,â he moved down to kiss your neck. âPerfect.â He muttered into your breast, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and making you arch up into him. He repeated his actions until he got to your weeping pussy.
âOh baby, look at you, youâve been crying for me, havenât you⌠You just want so much attention; thatâs why youâre so wet for me. Donât worry. I need you just as badly.â He stuck out his tongue and ran it up your slick slit making you let out a long, drawn-out moan.
âThereâs my girl.â
Another wave of arousal washes through you at the term of endearment.
âHoly shit,â you try and catch your breath, but his tongue keeps going.
Eddie fucks your pussy with his tongue so good you canât believe this is real. Heâs eating you like youâre his last meal, and heâs enjoying every last drop.
âEddie, baby, oh god!â Youâre cuming in his tongue before you even comprehend whatâs happening to your body.
âDid you just!â He pops up in shock that he was able to make you cum in a few short minutes. In all honesty, he was kinda sad it didnât last longer. He loved being between your legs. It was his new favourite spot.
A breathy âuh-huhâ leaves your chest as you soak in the euphoria.
âCan weâŚ. Do you want to?âŚ. I canââ
âFuck me. Fuck me now, please. I donât want to walk tomorrow.â You begged in your fucked-out needy state.
âKeep talking like that baby.â
âI need you so bad; Iâve wanted you to fuck me for so long, please, Eddie.â
You were so long in your begging that by the time you had finished talking g Eddie already had on the condom and was aligning himself with your pussy.
âAre you ready?â he asked, and you answered by pulling him into another long, passionate kissâone full of wanting and need, one that was much overdue.
âIâll take that as a yes.â Eddie mumbles before he slowly slips himself into you.
The stretch was so good; you had been more than prepared for his cock, so when he entered you, all you felt was pleasure.
âOh god.â You clawed at his back, biting down on his shoulder, pussy clamping down on him.
âFuck, your pussy is so tight.â Eddie was already having a hard time fighting off his orgasm as his hips slowly rocked back and forth into you.
âMore.â You plead.
Eddie situated himself so he could fuck you like he meant it, to fuck you so good youâre seeing stars.
âBe careful what you wish for, baby.â You had no idea what was coming when it came to sex with Eddie.
He was an animal, a beast, a man untamed.
His hips start getting faster, and his movements are calculated and raw. Each undulation of his hips into you was so delicious you could no longer think. Youâre crying out as his cock hits your sweet spot in each thrust. He works his cock into your pussy as it sucks him in each time, taking him in willingly and refusing to let go.
âThatâs it, baby, taking my cock so goodâ he watches as his cock disappears inside of you, gripping onto your soft inner thighs to spread your legs as wide as they can go.
âLook at that baby,â his thumb brushes your swollen clit, âso pretty and puffy for me,â he praises, and your pussy clamps down on him once again.
âOh, she likes it when Iâm nice to her, huh?â
Fuck he needs to stop talking to your pussy, or else you canât hold on much longer.
âI want to come!â
âCome on, my cock, baby, show me youâre mine.â
That did it for you. Your second orgasm takes over your mind, body and spirit. Your floating on a cloud as Eddie rolls his cock into it and runs your clit so good youâre seeing stars.
Eddie is out of breath, but he still continues chasing after his own orgasm.
âI want you to come,â you mindlessly say, not realizing you're talking.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you full of my cum. Is that what you want?â
âPlease! Give it to me, baby,â you pout, and the look on your face sends Eddie over the edge.
Jagged breaths fill the silent room as Eddie collapses on top of you before he rolls over to catch his breath.
âWow.â Is all you say before giggling.
âDid I rock your world or what.â
âYeah,â you sigh. It's too bad it took you this long to do it; we could have been doing this for weeks now.â
âHey, come here,â he drags you into his arms, stealing another kiss.
âIâm going to get a towel.â Eddie sits up on the edge of the bed so he can take off the soiled condom and toss it in the trash.
Not realizing how shaky his legs are, they give out, and he falls forward.
âOh my god, are you okay?â You start laughing.
âGod damn, I fucked you good, didnât I?â he laughs.
âAnd you said I was the one who couldnât walk tomorrow.â You shriek in a fit of giggles as Eddie lay on the floor, ass up face down.
âYouâre a goddamn succumbs, you know that? Sucked the life right out of me.â He laughs into the floor.
âYour ass is like a fuzzy peach, I want t to bite it.â
âWhy donât you come over?â he says, dragging you into his arms. And have a taste, then.
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Disclaimer- Something my pervert brain thought about, I hope you all enjoy. Warning- Soft dark Bucky, smut, possessiveness, jealousy, 5.3k words.
Bucky Barnes had always been a man of few words. A soldier by nature, a soldier by habit. But it was something about you that had always made him feel like he was at a crossroads with himself, like his life could go one way or another depending on whether or not he could ever find the courage to speak up.
The first time he realized he was in love with you, it wasnât a dramatic moment. There were no bells, no grand gestures. It wasnât like he had a clear, defining thought of this is it. It was quieter than that. He was sitting next to you in the Avengersâ compound, watching you work on some new project you had thrown yourself into, fingers deftly moving over wires and circuits. Your brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted in that way that made him want to reach out and touch you.
He never had before, of course he was too afraid of ruining the friendship, too afraid of making things weird.
And that was how it had always been. Quiet. Unspoken.
But even with those feelings slowly building, Bucky stayed quiet. He watched you from the edges, from the safety of his distance, telling himself that if you ever really loved him, youâd say it first. He couldnât risk the possibility of losing you altogether. So, he waited. And waited. And waited.
Tonight, was supposed to be like any other. A rare night off from their duties. No mission on the horizon, no danger lurking around every corner. The team wasnât together, except for you. You suggested going to a bar nearby for a drink and a break from the constant grind of life in the compound. Bucky had decided, almost reluctantly, to say yes.
Bucky had, of course, known you cared. In all the small moments, like how you would always check in on him, ask him about his dreams or how he was really feeling. And the way your eyes lingered on him when you thought he wasnât looking.
I know you love me, he thought. I know it.
But Bucky never had the nerve to say it out loud. And now, here he was, sitting across from you at the bar, staring into his glass of whiskey, wishing he could just reach out and touch your hand without the world falling apart around him.
He was far too aware of how close you were, and yet how far away you still seemed.
You were laughing, your voice light and full of life. You always seemed to shine brighter when you were in this mood, the weight of the world lifted, even if only for a moment. But Bucky could see the flickers of doubt in your eyes. Could see the way you kept looking over at him, waiting for something.
Maybe tonight was the night youâd say it. Maybe tonight youâd do what Bucky couldnât bring himself to do.
But as he watched you, a strange feeling began to take hold. A spark of jealousy. It was a ridiculous thing, he knew. But it wasnât about you. It wasnât about the way you looked at other peopleâit was about the way you looked at him and didnât say anything. Didnât do anything.
It was then that a woman approached him.
Bucky didnât want to be rude. Heâd never been the type to just turn someone down, but when the woman slid onto the seat next to him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, he didnât feel the usual discomfort. Instead, he felt an odd sense of power and control, maybe.
She was bold, confident. The way she laughed, the way she touched his arm, the way she spoke to him, it all felt like a challenge. A test. And before he could stop himself, he realized something. He wasnât afraid of this woman. He wasnât uncomfortable.
But you were.
He saw the way you stiffened in your seat, the way your smile faltered. You hadnât said a word, but Bucky could tell, he knew. You were jealous.
And for some reason, that made his heart pound. A dark thought crept into his mind, âMaybe this is how itâll happen. Maybe I can make you admit it. Maybe I can get you to finally say what we both know is true.â
The woman leaned in closer, her fingers brushing his. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, âSo, what do you say? Care to dance?â
Bucky glanced at you once more. You were still staring at him, but now, there was a mix of frustration and hurt in your eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He should stop this. He should turn away. But a dangerous impulse surged through him.
âSure.â he said, standing up without another word, letting the woman take his hand and pull him toward the dance floor.
He could hear your breath hitch from across the room. He could feel your gaze burning and intense. But he didnât break. Not yet.
They moved in close as the music shifted, her body pressed against his. It was all a game now, a game Bucky wasnât sure he wanted to play but couldnât help himself from continuing. Every move he made, every gesture, was designed to make you feel something. To make you feel what he had felt for so long âthe ache.â The longing. The desperate desire for something more.
But as they danced, his thoughts were on you. Only you. And all the ways he had hurt you without ever realizing it.
You were standing now, getting your things, heading for the door. And Buckyâs chest clenched as he realized something. He couldnât let you go. Not like this. Not anymore.
âWe are done!â he said to the woman, his voice sharp as he brushed past her, heading toward you.
The cool night air hit him as he caught up to you just outside the bar.
âDoll, wait,â he said, his voice catching in his throat. âWhere are you going?â
You didnât turn around, didnât even slow down. âIâm going back to the compound, Bucky. Iâm done.â Your voice was quiet, but it was laced with finality. âIâm done pretending. Done watching you with her.â
âIâm going back to the compound,â you repeated, your voice a little too calm, too controlled. âI need to clear my head. I think Iâll go check in with Steve.â
The moment the words left your mouth, you felt the shift in the air. Bucky froze.
You hadnât expected it, Bucky was always so controlled, so guarded. But there was something in his eyes now. Something darker. The breath youâd taken in to steady yourself suddenly caught in your throat.
âSteve?â Buckyâs voice was low, tight with barely contained emotion. His grip on your wrist tightened, and you could see his jaw clench, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with barely restrained anger. âYouâre going back to Steve?â
You nodded slowly, avoiding his gaze. You had no idea why, but you couldnât meet his eyes right now. Maybe it was because you could feel his anger building, and it made you uneasy.
âYeah,â you said, trying to sound indifferent, but even to your own ears, the words felt hollow. âIâll be fine, Bucky. I just need some space.â
You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist tightened, pulling you back toward him. His eyes locked onto yours, and there was something in the depths of his gaze something primal that made your breath catch.
âDonât lie to me,â he growled, his voice rough, his tone clipped. âYouâre not going back to Steve. Never ever!â
His hand moved to your other wrist, and before you could protest, he spun you around, backing you up against the cold brick wall of the alley. You gasped at the suddenness of it, the sharp heat of his body pressing against you. The force of it left you breathless, but it wasnât just the physical contact that left you feeling winded, it was the storm swirling in Buckyâs eyes.
âI donât care about your games, doll,â Bucky continued, his voice now a dangerous whisper. âI donât care if youâre trying to protect yourself or play it safe. You donât get to walk away from this. Not after all these months. Not after Iâll final say what I shouldâve said the first goddamn time I saw you.â
Your heart hammered in your chest as Buckyâs breath came faster now, his face inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the anger and frustration practically crackling in the air between you. His hand was on the wall next to your head, caging you in, his body pressing into yours like he was trying to hold you there, to make you listen.
âDonât you dare go back to Steve!â he snarled. âI know what youâre trying to do. I know what youâre hiding from. But donât you dare tell me youâre choosing him. Not when we both know whatâs between us.â
Your stomach twisted at his words, a jolt of panic rising up in your chest. You had to get away from him, from this. But somehow, the words felt wrong. He was right. Something had shifted tonight, everything had shifted tonight. And the more you tried to run from it, the more you realized that you were just as tangled up in it as he was.
You shook your head, trying to pull away from his grip. âBucky, stop. Just stop.â
But he didnât. His hand moved from the wall to your face, cupping your jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb stroked over your skin, the touch almost tender despite the fury that was still burning in his eyes. It was like he was trying to hold on to you, trying to keep you from slipping away.
âIâve spent months pretending I didnât want you,â Bucky muttered, his voice low and raw. âIâve spent months watching you with him, keeping my distance, telling myself it was enough just being close to you, just being around you. But itâs never been enough, Doll. Itâs never been enough, and I canât do it anymore.â
âI love you, Y/N. Iâve always loved you.â
Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, neither of you moved. The world stood still.
You swallowed hard, fighting the surge of emotions that were building inside you, fighting the tears threatening to break free. You had never seen Bucky like this so raw, so vulnerable, so⌠angry. It terrified you, but in a way, it also made you realize just how deeply he cared for you. How much he had always cared for you.
His grip on your face tightened, but there was no anger in his eyes now, only something softer, something that made your heart beat even faster. âI donât want to claim you, Doll. I want to have you. I want you to choose me.â
Before you could respond, Buckyâs lips crashed into yours again, desperate and urgent. It was no longer a question, no longer a plea. It was an answer. His hands slid to your back, pulling you into him with such force that you could feel his heart racing against yours.
The kiss was everything every unspoken word, every hidden desire, every emotion they had both kept buried for so long. Bucky was done hiding, done pretending, and as you kissed him back with equal fervor, you knew there was no going back from this.
âDonât go back to him,â Bucky whispered against your lips, his voice thick with need. âIâm not letting you go.â
You didnât know what to say. The words felt like they were stuck in your throat. You had always thought youâd have time to figure this out, but now that the truth was out there between you, out there between him, you knew that there was no more time for pretending. No more time for games.
You pressed closer to him, your hands threading through his hair as you kissed him again, and in that moment, you realized there was only one thing that truly mattered.
Bucky dragged you in the room at the backside of the bar.
Without warning, he pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His hands cup your face, holding your gaze captive.
He presses himself closer, one thigh between your legs. His hands move from your face to your hips, gripping them firmly. His lips graze your ear as he speaks, his voice a low grumble. âI'm going to show you exactly how much I want you, right here, right now.â
His mouth closes on your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You feel his fingers slipping under the hem of your tee, tracing a path of fire along your waist. âI've wanted you for so long, you have no idea. Watching you, smelling your scent, feeling your touch... it's been driving me crazy.â
His lips move down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way. One of his hands moves up to cup your breast, his thumb gently circling your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.
You let out a gasp, arching into his touch. Your body is responding to his every move, awakening a need you've kept buried for far too long. Bucky smiles against your skin, enjoying the way he's unraveling you piece by piece.
âYou like that, don't you? Feeling my hands on you, my mouth on your skin.â He whispers in your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver down your spine.
His other hand slides under your skirt, trailing up your thigh, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Your breath hitches, your legs growing weak as Bucky's touch becomes more and more brazen.
He chuckles lowly, satisfied to see you coming undone under his hands. âYou're so responsive... so sensitive. I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy.â
He spins you around, pressing your front against the wall. You feel his weight press into your back, his hands roaming everywhere, claiming you as his own.
âI'm going to make you mine, here and now. There's no stopping this, no denying what's been boiling between us for so damn long.â
His lips find the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His free hand slides down your stomach, resting just at the waistband of your panties. The contact is almost too much, your mind reeling from the barrage of sensations.
âI want you so badly... Can I have you? Right here, right now?â He asks, his voice a deep, raspy whisper. He's poised on the edge, waiting for your answer, his body tense with anticipation.
You can't find the words to speak, too overwhelmed by the storm of emotions and sensations he's stirring within you. Instead, you respond by arching your back, pressing yourself against him, wordlessly signaling your consent.
Bucky lets out a guttural growl, the sound filling the air. He doesn't need anything more than that. His hands move with newfound urgency, peeling away the layers of fabric separating you from him.
He turns you around, his expression darkened with desire. He looks at you hungrily, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. His hands run up your sides, tracing the curves of your body, committing every detail to memory.
âYou're so beautiful... So goddamn perfect.â His words are punctuated by small, lingering kisses along your collarbone, across your chest, down along your stomach. You're lost in the sensation, your body on fire under his touch.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, his lips continuing their exploration of your body. He kisses and nips at the tender skin of your inner thighs, teasing and tantalizing you with every touch.
âI want to taste you... I need to taste you...â He husks, his hands wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your core, hot and eager, making you shiver in anticipation.
His tongue darts out, tasting you lightly, just enough to send a rush of pleasure through you. You gasp, your fingers threading into his hair, holding him close. Bucky smiles against your flesh, enjoying how responsive you are to his ministrations.
He alternates between soft, almost chaste kisses and more firm, calculated licks. He's enjoying the taste of you, the sounds of your moans and gasps. His hands grip your thighs, holding you firm while his mouth works magic, making you moan obscenely.
âYou taste so good... Better than I ever imagined.â He lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes. The raw hunger in his expression takes your breath away.
You want to speak, but your mind is a jumbles mess, unable to form a coherent word.
âYou're driving me crazy, doll. I want to devour you, to make you mine in every way possible.â
And then he does. He dives in, his mouth devouring you in a frenzy of passion determined to bring you closer to the edge.
Your gasps turn into cries of pleasure, your body writhing under his skilful mouth. Bucky's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he brings you closer to your climax.
The world seems to spin around you, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure Bucky is giving you. He's relentless, pushing you higher and higher, determined to give you more than you ever dreamed of.
His tongue works relentlessly, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh, anchoring you on the ground.
Just as your were about to come, Bucky suddenly pulls away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He climbs to his feet, pinning you against the wall once again
âI need to be inside you... Now.â
He's barely able to get the words out, his voice thick with need. He captures your mouth in a fierce kiss, his hands already pushing your skirt up around your waist.
His body presses against yours, the hard length of him rubbing against your core. You can feel the heat and strength of him, the evidence of his desire poking you.
âI need you, need this... I need you now..â He repeats the words like a mantra, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck, your ear.
He pulls you around, turning you to face the wall once again. You feel the cool surface against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body behind you.
âI'm not going to be gentle.â He warns, his hands gripping your hips, pulling them back against him.
You feel him against you, hard and eager, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips move against yours, and you can feel just how much he wants you, how badly he needs you.
âCan you take it? Can you handle me like this?â He asks, one hand traveling up your spine, his fingers tracing the line of your vertebrae. His touch is demanding, possessive, but somehow still tender, as if he's afraid he'll hurt you.
You manage to nod, too far gone with pleasure to form words. Bucky lets out a low, satisfied sound, his mouth nipping at your shoulder as his hand slides around to your front.
He cups your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, teasing and provoking.
âI'm going to take you, right here, just like this.â He growls, his hips pressing against yours.
You can feel him against you, his body poised and ready, the tip of his cock, teasing your entrance. âAre you ready for me?â He asks, his lips against your ear, his breath hot and urgent.
You can only manage a small, breathless moan in response, your body yearning for him to take you, to make you his own.
âI need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me... That you need me...â His words are a needy, almost desperate plea, his self-control hanging by a thread.
You find your voice, forcing the words out despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. âI want you... I need you... Please...â
âThat's all I needed to hear.â The words are a rough, guttural grunt, the last vestiges of his restraint snapping. He positions himself behind you, the head of him rubbing against your entrance.
His hands grip your hips again, holding you in place. He's so close, so very close... But still, he waits, wanting to make sure you're ready for the next step.
âJust tell me if it's too much, okay? If I go too far, I want to know.â He whispers the words, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, a hint of doubt, despite the powerful, animalistic way he's holding you.
You nod, your body thrumming with anticipation. You trust him, trust him not to hurt you, and that trust makes all the difference. You push back against him, signaling your readiness in the most primal way possible.
He lets out a low, gravelly moan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He needs this as much as you do, maybe even more. âGod, I can't wait any longer...â
He pushes forward, slowly, carefully. He's being as gentle as he can be, wanting to give you time to adjust to the intrusion. But it's torture for him, the heat, the tightness, the way you're clenching and squeezing him, enveloping him in a way he's never felt before.
âYou're so damn tight... So perfect...â He groans the words, his body moving involuntarily, the pleasure too much to resist. His hands grip your hips tighter, his mouth trailing kisses along your back, your shoulders, your neck. He can't get enough of you, his body moving in a rhythm that's old as time itself.
âYou feel so good. I never knew it could be like this.â He mutters the words against your skin, his voice thick with ecstasy.
He picks up the pace, his body moving more urgently now, following the pull of pleasure that's driving him onward. His hands are everywhere, caressing and touching, worshiping every inch of you like a man possessed.
âI could stay inside you forever. I never want to let you go.â He murmurs the words into your ear, his voice ragged and broken. He's lost in the moment, in the pleasure, in you.
You reach a hand back, tangling your fingers into his hair, holding onto him like an anchor in the storm. All the rights and wrongs, thrown out of the window.
âDon't let go... Don't ever let go.â He whispers, his lips finding your neck, the skin there already tender from his earlier attentions. His movements become rougher, more frenzied, as if he's desperate to get even closer to you, to merge himself with you in every way possible.
âI need you... I need you so damn much...â The words are a broken chant, gasped into your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
He's moving even faster now, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air, the only break in the silence apart from your moans and gasps. The pleasure is building, growing stronger and stronger with every thrust, threatening to consume you both. You can feel yourself close to the edge, teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy. Bucky knows it too, he can sense it, sense the mounting tension in your body.
âYou're close... I can feel it. I'm so close...â He growls the words, his voice tight with the effort to hold back, to keep control for just a little while longer.
âI want to hear you say it... I want you to let go... Tell me you're mine.â His voice is harsh and ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release.
You struggle to find the words, to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of pleasure. âY-yours.. I'm... Yours...â
The words send a wave of pleasure through Bucky, his hips twitching involuntarily at the sound of your surrender. âSay it again... I need to hear it againâŚâ
âYours... I'm yours, Bucky... All yours...â You gasp the words, your voice quivering with the force of your ecstasy.
That's all it takes. Your surrender, your declaration of ownership, it breaks the dam that's been holding him back. âMine... You're mine... All mine...â He repeats the words like a mantra, his body moving with a new fervor, a new intensity.
âSteve wonât take care of you like I can.â He thrust, âAll I have to do isâŚâ he hits you with another powerful thrust, messing up with your senses. âMake a sad face and remind him of my past!â He hits another powerful thrust, and the voice you make is between a cry and a moan. âHe will happily give you to me!â
He buries his face in your neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. When he speaks again, his voice is a possessive, guttural growl, thick with desire. âAnd don't you ever forget it.â
His lips find yours again, claiming your mouth in a kiss that's hard and demanding. He's drowning in you, in this moment, the world around you reduced to nothing but the heat and the friction and the pleasure.
He's close, so close, but he won't give in, won't let go until he's brought you to your release, until he's given you everything he can give.
âCome for me, doll... Let go... Give yourself to me... I want to feel it, feel you...â His words are a rough, ragged plea, a demand made out of pure need. He's holding back, waiting for you to reach your peak, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back his own pleasure.
You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, balanced between light and dark, pleasure and pain, sanity and madness.
âLet go... Just let go... I've got you...â The words, the promise, they're enough to push you over the edge. You shatter, your body arching against his, a cry of ecstasy tears from your lungs. The world spins around you, your release crashing through you like a tsunami, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Bucky's there, holding you against him, his arms wrapping around, holding you up, keeping you from collapse. He's still hard inside you, so close to his own climax.
âGod, you're so perfect... I've never experienced anything like this before...â His voice is gruff and broken, his breath hot against your neck as he pulls you flush against him. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body trembling with need and restraint. âI need you.... I need to let go... you will let me come in you, wonât you? You will be a good girl for me, right doll?â
You nod, your body still thrumming with pleasure as you push back against him, signaling your absent-minded consent.
âYou're going to be the death of me, woman...â His words are a rough whisper, a promise and a threat all at once. His grip tightens around you, his body tense and coiled like a spring. âJust a little more... just a little longer... I need to give you everything...â
He buries his face in your hair, his breath coming in jagged pants now, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.
âAlmost there.... almost... I'm so close...â The words are a ragged gasp.
He let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing against yours, his arms pulling you tight against him. âGod, I... I can't... I'm...â he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, muffling his moan against your shoulder as his body tightens and spasms, his release washing over him like a tide, powerful and consuming.
He holds you close as he comes down, his body trembling with the aftershocks, his breath warm against your skin. âGod... that was... incredible...â The words are a rough whisper, his voice thick with emotion. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin, as if he can't bear to let you go for even a moment.
He tightens his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, as if he can't bear to have you any further than an inch away from him. âYou're amazing, you know that?â
He nuzzles your neck, his lips leaving tender kisses along the sensitive skin there. He's so gentle, so different from the rough, desperate man who'd been consumed by need a few moments ago. As he sees his release dripping from between your legs, his eyes darken, making him feel more possessive about you.
âMine...â He mutters the word against your skin, his voice thick with possessiveness. He knows it's probably a bit irrational, but he can't help it. He needs to express his claim over you, his desire to protect and own you in every way imaginable.
He then moves his fingers on your thigh, collecting some of his release on his fingers, bringing them closer to your mouth, a silent order.
You know what he wants, what he's demanding, even if he doesn't say the words aloud. Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze, as you slowly bring your hand up to wrap around his wrist, drawing his fingers into your mouth.
âGood girlâŚâ He murmurs the words as he watches you, his eyes darkened by a possessive, primal need. He loves how submissive you are in this moment, how willing and eager you are to please him.
He holds your chin, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips, feeling the glide of his own release against them. âYou have no idea what you do to me, doll. You make me lose all control. And I love itâŚâ
He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that's equal parts tender and possessive. He can taste himself on your lips, and the thought just makes him want you more, more fiercely than before.
He pulls back enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath coming faster now, his body stirring once more. âI swear, doll, you're going to be the death of me...â
He captures your lips again, kissing you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you, marking you as his in every way he can think of.
Little do you know, about the real possessiveness he feels about you. Bucky is already planning to take you far away from everyone. To keep you all to himself. While you are already lost in the kiss and afterglow of the sex, Bucky is already planning about the future.
He kisses you again, with a fierce intensity, his hands roaming over your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. He's thinking of all the ways he wants to have you, all the ways he wants to make you his. He's already made up his mind. You're not just a passing fancy, or a distraction. You're his now, and he's not going to let you go. Not ever.
He then sits on the couch with you, while you rest in his arms, he picks out his phone preparing to take you away. He types out a quick message, his hands still caressing your skin, his eyes never leaving your face.
He's arranging for a secure location, somewhere remote, somewhere he can keep you safe and, more importantly, all to himself.
âMy doll.â
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.¡:*¨¨*:¡. starring Yuushi Totsumoto, Toji fushiguro, Shouta Aizawa, Benimaru Shinmon x Fluffer!reader
Gist: You went from a fluffer to p0rn â
in just a small amount of time, funny how life changes.
á°áŠ ââ Warnings: Smut, This is a crossover so almost everyone from these anime including aot are mentioned here, Levi is 6â0 here (even though it has nothing to do with the plot), pwp( half of it is plot), reader is chubby/plus size here, body worship, reader is a virgin, blood is mentioned because Aizawa is taking your virginity, mating press, cervix kissing( please know it doesnât feel good in real life so I heard but this is fictional so who cares), consensual, gang bang, anal play( butt plug, anal, and anal licking), bodily fluids( spitting, squirting, creaming), impact play( slapping, sucking, biting, etc.), degradation kink, random ocâs because of this industry, Toji and benimaru are some little meanies, Yuushi is the only one with a porn â
name and itâs Yoshi, Praise kink, Oral( receiving and giving), wlw scenes( you are involved as a fluffer), gagging, creampies, breeding kink activated, the men are head over heels for you, Meryl is the news reporter from mha( for those who donât know her), porn talks, you go from a fluffer to a porn â
, touya is needy for you( Eren and Mr.compress too), age gap, dark content themes, virginity lost, anal virginity lost, rough fucking, daddy kink but I think only mentioned one time, and finally after care.
á°áŠ ââ Word Count: 19.8k
á°áŠ ââ Dolly Note from Salaciousdoll: Hi, my strawberry moon-piesđ, Iâve been missing out on making fanfics for you guys so this is me officially trying to make my way back into the writing field. So I really hope yâall enjoy this one. I felt like the smut was meh but thatâs okay. Also I donât really know how this works so if itâs inaccurate please tell me!
Working as a fluffer is a dream to some if they have a porn addiction. You, on the other hand, disliked it because you had to sit and watch as the porn actors fake moan and groan.
This was not the plan to spend your first year of college. In fact, this wasnât your plan at all considering you have a career plan set in motion for when you got out of school. A career you study and read up on all the time. A career of your choice, which is obviously not this. In fact, very far from it but the way college books and tuition is costing, you had no choice but to call this jobâs phone number when you saw it on the website pop-up ad.
Fluffers needed
Age: 21+
50/hr
Flexible schedule
Experience in using your hands
call 800-321- 7773
Such a dumb Ad, yet you still took a chance and called. Luckily, it wasnât a scam and you met all the requirements except the hands part. You didnât really know what a Fluffer was when you called on impulse. You just saw the rate per hour and had to get it in. As soon as the director heard how pretty your voice is, no matter if itâs deep or soft or medium tone, you were called into an interview. Weird but you still went and glad you did: money wise.
Going into that blind could be traumatizing to some, but not to you. Growing up, you were around hyper sexual people all the time so this lane wasnât new to you, however massaging or jerking off people to get them hard and wet was new to you. You could be considered apart of the sex work industry yourself to many since you had to get women nipples to stay hard and had to oil them down as well, which includes every crevice and corner of their body.
Sex work has its high and lows and man you did not want to enjoy the lows considering the fact that it out weighs the highs. Men donât really experience the lows like women do. For example, Midnight and Petra always face harassment online and in real life, canât forget the biggest of the womenâ Princess Habana. She was a touchy one with you, but you didnât mind especially when she asked permission first. Plus, Sheâs fine as hell to you. All the women in this industry were.
You always looked forward to Hange switch scenes and Mirko scenes. The women and men they pleased always come to you with their heads in the clouds. Habana âvictimsâ always come with sweat all over them, red faced, or out of breathâ hinting that they didnât take too many cuts. Probably why she was the top pornstar here. Real and uncut is her profession. Petra was a sweetheart and thatâs why she gets views, the innocence in her non-virgin eyes were a turn on for lots of perverts. The new girl was training under her by the name of Historia. You could tell sheâs just like Petra in a way, perfect for this disgusting industry.
Midnight was a panty dropper and heart stopper in this industry, she sometimes helped with fluffering when youâre busy licking and playing with someone else ie. Kayoko tits. Kayoko was an older lady you admired from a distance so when she came to you after having her a personal fluffer for years, it shocked you. You werenât the only one who was shocked, Obi, her highly requested partner for her scenes, was too.
Going back to Midnight, You thought about her protege, Mount Lady. Mount lady was someone she trained and sometimes did scenes with. You always had to sit through their bickering as you oiled them down when they had pool scenes together with or without a male co-star. Theyâre too much alike for them to stand being with each other without a camera in their face. Honestly, you couldnât do it so props to them for stepping into their professional shoes when the cameras roll.
Now if you want to talk about all the big stars in this company, itâll have to be Hibana, Kayoko, Obi, Charon, joker, Leonard burns( one of the Directors and CEO), Takehisa, Benimaru, Konro, and Vulcan. Midnight, Mt lady, Mirko, Shouta, Hizashi, Toshinori, Enji, Touya, Tomura, and Keigo. Petra, Hange, Mikasa, Eren, Jean, Erwin( Director), Levi, Nile, and Miche. Shoko, Utahime, Toji, Gojo, Geto, Choso, Naoya- though a lot of controversy cpming from his videos-, Higuruma, Shiu, and Nanami.
Those names hold weight in this industry, each having different categories they engage in.
For reference, Levi engages with gaping, flogging, and more. It was interesting figuring these out as you watched the scenes. You had to give Hizashi credit for informing you in one ear and Gojo credit for talking in your other ear as you sat in the background in your own designed chair with your name on it. You were in the middle of them as they kept speaking on and on while trying to throw in a few jokes here and there, had to do it in whispers otherwise Levi is going to call cut and everybody knows what comes next.
You watched as Erwin stared intensely at the scene with his steel blue eyes. Honestly, the man scared you the first time you saw him. Luckily his soothing, deep voice scratched the fear out of your mind. Bringing yourself back to reality, you saw the Lovey, the woman he was fucking mouth opened in a real O which means he was actually making her feel good. Anal looked painful but as long as it showed him gaping her hole she didn't care. I mean, sheâs been wanting this since shaking hands with Levi. You could see it in her green eyes. A ginger with a big ass and pretty green eyes, what a star in the making.
Eyes like diamonds as they looked into the camera pointed in front of them. Levi groans and gruff moans were heard as he fucked her open some more as she was on all fours with her chest to the floor and her ass up, giving the viewers and directors exactly what they want. The 6â feet man didnât care about anything at the moment and you could tell. Reading body language was fun because you could see he was really enjoying her pretty, freckled assâ the ass grabs let you know too. The carpet was turning her knees red and she didnât even care.
â Fuck, Levi! Aahnnn~â, Lovey moans as mascara begins pouring down her face and lips bruised from her sucking his cock earlier.
â Shit, mâgonna. Holy fuck!â, Levi moans before he cums deep inside of her ass with two deep thrust.
â Cut! Lovey, Levi, are you two alright to do another shoot on the bed?â, Erwin asked with his deep baritone voice.
Levi huffed out and pulled out his now deflated cock, â whatever you say Erwin. Just bring me {reader}. Good job, new girl. Just be more loud with the moans in order to sell it even more.â He helped her shaking body up to the bed and caught the towel Obi threw as he walked past to go do his scene with his favorite, Valentine. A red haired woman with pink highlights in her hair hence the name. She was a beauty, brown skin, nice smile, tits, and legs. All around perfect to a lot of men and women. She was a sweetheart to you and you could tell she loved it when she did scenes with him or Takehisa or Nanami. Girl got a specific type, you could almost put your finger on it.
â {readerâs last name}! Youâre up! Levi needs you, heâs in his room.â, Leonardo says as he takes the position Erwin was just in. Erwin must have had to eat his lunch or something. Thatâs the only time this happens.
You hurried up and got up, sitting your clipboard in your chair and heading to the room with his last name on it: L. Ackerman âŠ
You walked in to see him talking on the phone with someone, probably his wife. You didnât know. You just knew you had to do what they hired you to do.
You grabbed his soft cock in your hand and started stroking him up and down in slow circles just like he liked it.
Levi groaned as his head flew back in pure satisfaction , â A-alright, Iâll see you tonight. I should be done after two more scenes and then Iâm all yours.â
You knew how skilled your hand has gotten overtime while working here, so this was nothing to you and him. He was used to you and didnt want any other Fluffer helping him.
You were so much into your head that you didnât even notice that he hung up the phone and threw it down on the bed before lifting up to look down at you in between his legs stroking him up and down. Levi wanted to smile at you but his face wouldnât let him. He wanted you in these scenes, fuck it, he wanted you in every last one of his scenes yet they wouldnât let him pick you no matter how much he vouched for you since they didnât have a lot of women in the industry like that. Rare that this company doesn't but thatâs not important right now. Whatâs important is that youâre in between his legs right now.
Levi placed a hand on your chubby cheek, â And you wonder why I request you out of all fluffers to help me, itâs because youâre so goddamn good at this. So, thank you, {readerâs name}. Youâre good to go now. I think it's hard enough to get back on the scene.â
You smiled at him and nodded your head, getting up to open the door before hearing him call your last name, â They are going to have plans for you. Sooner than later.
You looked back at him, â Sounds like the infamous Levi Ackerman is worried about me. Iâm flattered. I think Iâll be fine and plus itâs not in my contract to have scenes so Iâm sure whatever they have planned is probably something to do with Fluffering.â With that being said, you left his room and walked to the bathroom to wash your hands.
Leaving back out the bathroom, you bumped into a figure. Luckily, you didnât fall like cliche movies instead you were pulled in when the figure saw you stumble. Pulled in by the waist by strong arms, 17 year old you was screaming right now.
â Sorry, didnât pay attention to where I was walking. My apologies, baby doll.â, A deep but melodic voice says while you open your eyes again to meet silver-green eyes.
His creamy, buff arms felt so good around your voluptuous body. He confidently held his arms around you while looking for your eyes to meet his eyes again after hurriedly wandering them around in what seems to be a small panic to him.
His chuckles were vibrating his chestâ shaking under the touch of your finger tips. You hurried to take your hands from his chest and backed up rapidly so you wouldnât offend him.
â No need to do that, doll. Can I ask you a question?â, Toji asked with a small smirk on his face.
You gulped and looked at him, â um, I really have to gââ
â So weâre not gonna talk about what happened two weeks ago? Youâve been timid with me ever since. Iâm a grown man, {reader}. Just let me know how you feel, nothing will go wrong, I promise.â, Toji said as he took a step forward. You surprised him by not backing up to let him cage you in just like he did last time which caused him to get a kiss on the lips from you.
Lips as soft as chewy butterscotch candy. He wanted more of you. He had to get more of you, eventually. Sadly, he knew he wasnât the only man who had their eyes on you. He knew Yuushi and Shouta did too.
Those two were annoying to him. He felt like you didnât even like speaking with them or even helping them, so why do they keep eyeing you whenever you walk past. Toji heard that someone else accidentally moaned your name as he fucked a girl similar to you. Apparently, the guy was on par with him. The guy was stacked it seems. Benimaru was the only one he can think of thatâs on par with him.
Popularity was going through the roof with a lot of employees here but there seems to be two main people in the categories of threesomes, orgies, Gang bangs, and etc. Which is himself and Yuushi.
The guy was a loner for the most part and stays in his own room unless they come and tell him he has a scene. He never cared about being in the spotlight, he just wanted to pleasure women. Pleasuring women has been his thing ever since his ex-girlfriend. The woman who introduced him to this industry, just to die and leave him all alone.
Now Benimaru was another but similar story. The guy was a loner off set but when heâs in front of the camera, he turns into a completely different person. Almost like he has a second persona when thatâs not even the case. He just knows how and what to do without listening to people. You admired the way he did stuff at his own pace and thatâs what Toji didnât know. He didnât know that you watched him and Yuushi, often comparing them to Shouta and Benimaru. They all had something similar that attracts you. You couldnât put a finger on it.
â Toji, it was one kiss. Iâm sure you kissed a lot of other women in this industry. Now excuse me I have to go on the other side of this big ass studio for Touya ass. See ya later and donât purposely cum inside of whoever you fucking just to see me again. Itâs annoying catering to you five times a damn day.â, you said as you walked around him. You were on your way down to Touya when you heard your name being called by Shouta.
You walked to him as he sat on the couch chair holding a bottle of oil. â You know what to do, { readerâs last name}.â You rolled your eyes and let out a small smile across your lips, â I keep telling you, Shouta. You donât have to call me by my last name anymore. Iâve been at this company for almost a year now.â
Shouta looked into your eyes with his black tired eyes, â I respect you, {readerâs last name}. I donât want to find myself crossing the line of unprofessionalism.â
Your lip stretched and your teeth showed as you felt your head tilt back following a loud laugh afterwards. You pulled it together after a few seconds, â Please unprofessionalism my ass, you have a lot of nerve Mr. Aizawa.â
â Thought you said we werenât supposed to bring that up, look whoâs bringing it up now.â, Shouta says in a low voice making the deep tone drop lower causing your vagina to tingle.
â You know what, letâs just get this over with shall we?â, You asked as you opened the bottle to put the oil on your hand. â Youâre not going to stand for me so I could put this o-â
â No, I want to rest my feet plus Iâm sure whoever you were heading to is going to wait for you regardless. After all, youâre the famous Fluffer around here.â, Shouta says as he leaned back in the recliner couch chair.
You huffed and got closer to him to place your hands on his chest, trailing your hands further down his torso, you felt all his abs and was in love with this job all over again. Only this part you were in love with. His robe was blocking your way of seeing all of him, but you had a feeling he did that on purpose, especially with the way he was watching you.
Aizawa bit his lip at the feeling of your cold hands laced in baby oil gliding down his torso ultimately massaging him on the way down. He didnât really need your help with this considering heâs a vet in this industry so he would know how to oil himself down, but he wanted to feel your chubby fingers massaging him instead.
Aizawa eyed your boobs protruding out of the strapless pink corset-shirt you wore, he then trailed his eyes to your belly which turned him on even more. He liked that you were careless of everyoneâs opinions on bigger people wearing clothes like you wore. He could always hear some newbies talking about you and what you wear. He loved and hated how jealous and hateful they sound because he knew it never gets to you. You oozed confidence and thatâs what made him completely turn his attention to you and only you.
He then eyed the light jeans you wore and wanted to rip them off. He thought about things he wanted to do to you until he felt your hands on his thighs causing him to let out a short moan. Your hands were so close to his erection and you were so damn professional about it. Now whoâs actually crossing that line.
Keeping a straight face was a part of your job and Shouta was making it hard for you. You so badly wanted to laugh at his erection poking your hand as you oiled him up around that area. Laugh in response of being turned on or embarrassment, you werenât sure.
Soon you made it to his legs and feet, stopping to put more oil on your hands before rubbing more oil on his body. After a minute, you were done and he stood up causing you to be at eye level of his erection, luckily his robe was in the way or else your eye couldâve been poked.
You looked up at him with your pretty eyes. He loved to see every day he came into this forbidden place. He wanted to see you on your knees like this for him everyday. He was about to lean his head back once he felt your breath blowing on his cock causing it to move up and down in excitement.
â Fuck, {readerâs first name}.â, Aizawa moaned as his damp hair covered his eyes. His hand came up to his mouth in disbelief of what you were about to do until he felt you get snatched away.
â Hey dickface, she isnât on your time now. Sheâs on mine cause I asked for her. And you, when I ask for you I expect you to be there, not on your way to becoming a pornstar for this old dirtbag. Real low, even for you.â, Touya says as his tattooed arm was placed around your neck dragging you with him.
Aizawa let out a huff and groaned into his hand, â she almoââ
â Got you too. Surprised at you, Aizawa. Didnât think youâd fall for it.â, Toji says as he leaned against the wall.
â How long have you been there, you do realize creeping on people is illegal.â, Aizawa said.
Toji chuckled and turned to walk out but stopping again to speak, â Weâre in a business like this. Please save the holy and thou talk for someone who cares. Now, You do know she looks at both of us right?â
â What the hell is that supposed to mean? Weâre the top pornstars in this business. Of course, sheâll look at us. Weâre not speciââ, Aizawa says, rubbing more oil on his arms, finally getting rid of that robe.
â Speak for yourself, Aizawa. Maybe a man of a few words, but I could still observe and see that sheâs eyeing us longer than the rest.â, Yuushi said as he walked up.
They all were so used to seeing each other naked that Aizawa being naked or Yuushi being half naked wasnât a thing to shy away from in disgust. â So she stares at us longer, now what?â
Aizawa was tired of them already and they just showed up. These two were just as much as Gojo and Yamada. In fact, everyone was annoying except you in his books.
â Now we wait and see if the opportunity will come to us. Iâm sure it will, considering the actor we were all supposed to do scenes with might not make it because of a plane delay , but again, we will see.â, Benimaru says as he walks past the door the two buff men were standing at.
He stopped to look at all three of them, â Look, sheâs the star Fluffer around here and we all have some sort of relationship with her but let me be clear right here and now. I donât want to do this scene with either of you. I would rather work alone but since a huge amount of money is involved, I have no choice. As for the pretty one, sheâll be with me in no time, on and off set, doesnât really matter..â With that he walked off leaving the other three to dwindle on his words.
â I can't stand that guy.â, Yuushi said as he walked away.
â Thatâs all? Heâs a funny one. Well, Iâll see you later Aizawa.â, Toji said as he hit his door threshold as he left. Aizawa kept replaying the scene of you on your knees blowing on his dick over and over again. He needed you quickly.
Meanwhile, you were now swirling your hips on Touyaâs cock causing him to whimper and moan out your name, â mmm shit, just like that.â You chuckled prior to swirling your tongue on his nipples and playing with the other one with your index finger.
You unlatched your mouth from his nippleâ the saliva creating a skinny, long string, â Thatâs enough, pretty boy. Canât have you cumming before the scene.â Touya groaned and rolled over on his side once you got up off of him, â Really. Youâre such a tease, see why my brother spoke about you.â
â Natsuo talks about me? I thought that he didnât like anything I did because heâll say he got it from here.â, Your imitation of his voice caused Touya to chuckle. Touya came up to you with his hard on cock in his hand, â Oh that just means his ass didnât want to be embarrassed in front of little olâ {reader}. Meaning you did great, doll.â
Touya kissed you on the cheek and walked out the door to finish his scenes for the day. You huffed and fixed yourself. Honestly, you needed a break and thatâs exactly what you are going to take. A lunch break.
Your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you walked past the loud moans and groans of women and men in different rooms. Door open or closed. You heard one girl moaning Mirkoâs and Hangeâs name. Oh how you wanted to be her in there. You were about to make your way out the door when Erwin called your name making you stop where you were. â Are you on your way out for lunch, {readerâs name}? If so, take my card, itâs the least I could do for causing you to stay longer than expected last Thursday.â
You were about to decline when he gave you the look you hated from him. His blue eyes were drilled on you and you hated it. So, you walked to him to see him standing a few feet behind Leonardo as they both watched the scene of Aizawa and Shoko both fucking Emi. Aizawa was fucking her mouth while Shoko was slapping her tits and digging inside of her pussy with her strap-on. Her gags were so pretty and sensual. No wonder sheâs been getting requested more, thatâs what you heard from the grapevines: Suguru Geto.
You eyed the way Aizawa was fucking Emiiâs mouth so rough and sexy. The spit dripping down her mouth was everything you wanted. You needed him and soon his eyes met yours for a split second which turned into a minute.
â Alright cut!, Aizawa whatâs the deal? Why are you not focused?â, Leonardo said in a gruff voice. You didnât stay for his response since he only took his eyes off you when Leonardo finished asking the question. It was like you were stuck under his gaze and you didnât like it -you loved it-.
You walked out the door to get lunch with Erwinâs black card. You were about to walk to your car when your phone rang. You hurried to dig into your bag to pull it out and put it on speaker, â what your bitch ass want?â
Your brother's chuckles were dancing to your ears, â Shut up bitch, mom wants you at dinner tomorrow, she is still trying to set you up with that man. We both know he wants my ass. I don't know why she ignores the obvious signs.â
You got into your car and your phone automatically connected with the Bluetooth hooked to your radio, â I donât know either. He stares at you most of the time and I know your thirsty ass got his number.â
â Ah ah, your ass gave me his number so donât play. Anyways, she just wants her grandbabies since I canât give it to her since Iâm Pansexual, which in her damn eyes itâs the end of her trying to push grandbabies agenda on me, and sis canât give it to her since sheâs, ya know.. So, like always, you're her last hope.â, Your brother says with a yawn following.
You were about to pull off until a knock was heard on the passenger side of your window causing you to jump. The person let out a deep chuckle, â Mind if we catch a ride with you, starving over here.â
â Jin! Reiner! Of course. Hop in. Due note Iâm going to chipotle but I think thereâs more food spots in that little mall.â, You say as you unlock the doors to your car letting them get in. â Hey bro, Iâm gonna call you later, see you at dinner tomorrow.â
â Make sure you ask one of them t-â click, you hurried to end the call on him because he was about to say something outrageous. Both blondes had their eyebrows lifted up and you nervously laughed it off.
â brothers am I right? Haha.â, you said as you pulled off to your destination.
â What exactly was he about to say? He must be a little shit.â, Jin says to which you nod in agreement.
â Hey but only I get to call him that.â, You joked while pushing his shoulder. Jin laughed and held up his hands, â My bad, sweetness. By the way, Atushiro has been annoying dabi and shigaraki ever since he found out they hog you. They say heâs getting more annoying than the Eren guy.â
â Erenâs been annoying them of all people, why? Why wonât Atsuhiro come find me himself?â, You asked as you turned a corner.
Reiner sighed, â Because he feels the same way that Sako feels, itâs weird. What hold do you have over these people? Rhetorical by the way.â
You shrugged anyway, â those two really donât hog me the way you all think they do.â Both Jin and Reiner looked at you with the same face making you laugh, â Okay maybe they do.â
You continued driving and laughing, â Besides, donât act like you two donât be needy as well.â
Reiner sat up between you two, â Donât hold that against us, {reader}. Youâve gotten way too good with only a year in this company, why wouldnât we be needy.â You coughed and looked away from his gold eyes and turned to face the now green light.
â Letâs just get this food and go back because I think I wasted 10 minutes already.â, You say, getting flustered. Reiner smirked a bit and leaned back with his legs cocked wide open. Jin laughed and poked fun at you on your way to Chipotle.
Once you got there, you ordered what you wanted and once you all ordered, you all stood on the side and waited until you got your food.
â Oh my God, Jin and Reinerrr! My favorites.â, A woman with a group of girls says, coming up to them with a huge smile on their face. You stepped out of the way and let them sign her tits. She must watch a lot of their porn to want their names on her toys in permanent marker.
You laughed at Jin's face. He looked like he was shy and it was funny watching the sweat roll down his face. You were about to say something smart until they called your name letting you know your food is ready. Reiner and Jim both grabbed your hand, not before bidding the women farewells. You let them hold your hand as you three made your way to pick up the food, Reiner offered to pay so this was a freebie for you. Jin grabbed the bag and you three went to the car to go back to work.
â That was something. This is why you have to wear glasses in public. I thought yâall knew that.â, You say, having a point.
Jin huffed, â Donât be a smart ass, we forgot. Well, I did. Canât speak for himbo boy here.â He was drinking his soda he got from the machine after asking for a cup for water. Just lying and thieving.
â Himbo?! Yeah no. I didnât forget just didnât know people would recognize me in chipotle of all places. Most people donât approach male pornstars like this so it was surprising.â, Reiner said, eating his chips.
â Logical but still not good enough since youâre a part of the biggest company with multiple pornstars in the top 20. Youâre number 15 Reiner, be serious here.â, You said while Jin laughed at Reinerâs face.
The ride back to your job was smooth and funny. Reiner was talking about how beautiful one of the women that stopped him and Jin was and how he shouldâve gotten her number. Jin was calling him a pussy and making fun of him for being a â pussyâ.
You three walked into the building and they both kissed your cheek before walking off. You suddenly got pulled by your arm and dragged over to Utahime by MeiMei.
â Get her off with your touchy magic. Iâm staying and watching.â, Mei Mei said to which you shook your head.
â Uhnt uh. Youâre not watching, you perv and Iâm on my lunch break so give me ten minutes Utahime and Iâll be right with you. How long before you do the scene with this freak behind me?â, You ask as you smack Mei Mei hand, that stretches out to touch your waist, away from you.
You heard her laugh like it was funny and then smiled at Utahime. She looked up at you since she was sitting on the bed with her arms behind her, â Thatâs totally fine, no rush, pretty. Just need you to have something in your stomach before you assist me. Do not want you to starve when youâre helping me.â
You smiled and nodded your head before turning to walk out the door at the same time Mt lady was coming inside the room. You two almost bumped into each other, luckily you didnât. You smiled at her and waited for her to pass you. As you were finally walking out the door, Mt lady grabbed your hand and smiled at you, â You coming back? I really hope so, I need you to prep me for my scene.â You nodded your head and walked out to find a quiet place where you could eat your food in peace and you knew the perfect place.
Your storage room. You called it yours because you have yet to find someone else occupying it when you go in there. Hopefully, itâll continue like that. You opened the door and cursed yourself for speaking too soon, you saw a manâs silhouette and was about to turn around until the lights turned on revealing Benimaru, the vet in this business, started when he was freshly 20 and now heâs 32 years old. Thatâs what you read up online after curiously searching for him since you were beginning to be infatuated with him.
He was sitting there eating his food, now staring at you as he chewed his food. The not blinking shouldâve been concerning to you, but that just made the room more hotter or was it him. You had a great feeling it was his gaze. Red heterochromia eyes, one red and the other one red with streaks of white. You wondered if he got his eyes from his mom or dad.
â Youâre gonna sit down or not?â, Benimaru said as he pointed at the seat beside him. You sighed and just when you were about to sit down, he slid the chair next to him. Closer. You were surprised and he could see it in your face, you were surprised and he was pleased by your small reaction on your face.
You two ate in silence, chewing were the only sounds you two could hear. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to speak when he suddenly interrupted you, â How do you like this job so far? Never got to ask you earlier than now.â
He chomps on the rice ball he got from the market as you put your palm on your face, â ItâsâŚâ Benimaru stared at you as he stopped eating as if that helps with hearing you better. â Itâs⌠okay. Pay is good, itâs still a new transition for me since I never thought to be in this field of work. Itâs still different but interesting.â You looked at Benimaru and instantly locked eyes with him, you started to play with your bangles and bracelets on your wrist to distract yourself from emitting heat from your cheek.
â What about you? Do you like your line of work? You seem to become another person when the director yells action.â, You said while putting rice in your mouth.
Benimaru stared at you for a second, admiring the way your cheeks grew bigger as you ate your food. He couldnât wait to bite them as he split you open. He cleared his throat and sat up, â I used to love this job up until my third year doing this. I actually wanted to quit, believe it or not. Donât really care⌠It was Konro who managed to convince me to stay in this field. Only a year ago, I started to love this complicated job.â
â Why a year agââ, you asked before he interrupted you.
â You really wanna know? Donât see why you would want to know, but Iâll tell you anyway. Itâs because I met someone who piqued my interest in this forbidden career.â, Beni says as he bites into his food again.
You raised an eyebrow and opened your mouth to say something when someone opened the door, another worker with his loud walkie talkie, â Youâre on Benimaru in 45 minutes, make sure your muscles are massaged properly for this scene. Oh hey, {reader}!â
You waved as Benimaru got up with a sigh. He looked down at the one rice ball he had left and placed it on the side of your chipotle bowl, â Here, take it and try it.â You were surprised because he never shared his food with you like that. You stared up at him from where you were sitting and smiled at him whispering a thank you. He nodded at you and walked away from you. You didnât see the softness in his eyes when he looked back at you on his way out the door because you were looking at your phoneâ still eating from that bowl.
â It was nice.â, Benimaru whispered as he made his way to his scene. He thought it was nice to speak to you. He wanted to hear your voice more but duty calls first, at least for right now. He also would've gotten a massage from you, but he knew you were on break so he whistled at another Fluffer and they followed behind him.
You, on the other hand, was now chewing the rice ball and almost moaned at how good and different it was to you. You suddenly got a text from Yuushi asking for you. You smiled at his pleas and eagerness for you to be his Fluffer instead of Arima, who was the best Fluffer before you got there. You never understood why they want to keep you on your toes but whatever. Youâre just glad that you actually managed to finish your food today without being dragged by Eren, Jean, Tenko, Or Vulcan. Very refreshing.
You got up to throw your food away and went to the nearest bathroom to wash your hands. When you were done, you grabbed a paper towel and dried them off prior to throwing it in the garbage and leaving the bathroom. You made your way to Mt. Lady and Utahime first before you got to Yuushiâ passing by multiple open scenes with pornstars fucking other pornstars. Beds banging against the wall, tables scratching across the floor, and most of all, the moans and groans complementing those movements. This was your life. The life you chose to live.
You had to get yourself off in the bathroom plenty of times, like the time Miche and Higuruma was fucking Ms.Midnight. Both pounding into her holes like they were on a mission to see whoâs better and faster. You remember crossing your legs as you stood in the back watching the scene. Her moans were only adding on to your horniness. The most seductive and pretty moans you ever heard and they seemed so real. Their gruff moans and groans were loud as well. What you didnât notice is Toji smirking at you during that time since he was on his break and decided to stop by here to see whatâs all the commotion here. He knew you were horny, your thighs were the dead giveaway.
So now going into the room where only Utahime and Mt Lady were at, you witnessed them two making out and you so badly wanted to join especially the way Mt.Lady was fondling Utahimeâs breast with one hand and the other hand was making their way up to her onyx hairâyanking her head back to trail her lips over her throat. This was very intimate for the scene to not start yet. You cleared your throat loudly and they broke away from each other but not before Mt. Lady sucked on Utahimeâs neck one last time.
You laughed at Utahimeâs ditzy expression, â Damn, you two have some good ass chemistry. So sorry for interrupting, but I have to help you two fast because Yuushi requested for me and you know how much of an nonchalant ass he could be to other people when he doesnât get his way with me.â They both nodded, both being on the other end receiving his nonchalant asshole ways because you didnât turn up for work that one time.
â Well we already prepped each other here so you can make sure weâre wet enough , here.â, Mt lady says as she lifts up her skirt showing her tanned pretty pussy. You smirked at her knowing she doesn't really need help to figure out if sheâs wet enough or not. She just wants your lips on her. â You sure you want me to because I just got done eating andâ fuck it. Lay down.â
She gladly laid down for you and spread her long legs for you, you got between her as Utahime watched closely while having her legs cocked open as her Dainty fingers played with her pussy. She always wanted you like Mt Lady had you right now. On your knees with your eyes on her while you eat her out and she would gladly do the same thing to you with no problem. In fact, she would gladly die in between your thighs if she could.
You blew on her pussy as your eyes locked with hers. You smirked before licking a stripe of her pussy making her breath hitch. Youâve become a master of licking pussy due to licking theirs in order to get them wet enough for their scenes. Your mouth closed around her clit, sucking it into your mouth softly making her legs shake a little. She let out a throaty whimper, lifting her hips up and down to get you to lick her the way she wanted and needed.
You kissed her clit after popping it out your mouth, hearing Utahimeâs moans as you heard the squelches of her wet pussy being fingered fucked by her own fingers. Mt Ladyâs head flew back when you flicked your tongue rapidly over her clit while pushing one finger into her pussyâ feeling her juices drip on your finger. You knew she was wet enough, both of them really, but you still wanted to tease them, so you trailed your tongue down her pussy and into her hole, replacing the finger you once had in her, swirling your tongue around making her clench your hairstyle in her hands as she said your name through the pants she released from her pink lips.
â Mmmahh! Your mouth.. your tongue is so mmmgh!â, Mt lady moaned as you flicked your tongue up and down inside of her. She tasted so good even after you ate, but unfortunately, you had to stop this before she cums before her scene and you never supposed to let them do that. That was a clear rule in the contract.
You dragged your tongue out of her and over her pussy one last time prior to getting up off your knees and leaning down to kiss Utahime so she could lick and suck Mt.Lady juices off your lips. And that she did. She tongue kissed you so passionately while whimpering, â I need you, stay a little bit more.â
You so badly wanted to stay, but you couldnât. Duty calls. Utahime licked around your lips before planting another kiss on your lips, â Gosh, you're so damn perfect. Too perfect for these damn men.â
You laughed as the door opened and an annoying but attractive voice spoke, â Awwn, what about me, {reader}.â MeiMei, you forgot about her but you assumed she got help elsewhere and you were right.
You scoffed as you stared at her before turning your attention to Mt lady and Utahime, â That was nice for a moment girls. Make sure you two let her know if she takes it overboard. Mostly talking to you, Utahime⌠I will see you guys around.â
You were about to walk out the door until MeiMei's voice spoke out, â Ignoring me is only gonna turn me on even more, princess.â You rolled your eyes and continued walking out the door. Once the door closed you fixed yourself up before walking on the other side of the building for Yuushi.
Once you got there, you heard four other voices and recognized them. You wanted to turn around and act like you were helping someone like Keigo or something. The four voices you never wanted to be in the room at the same time with. You breathed in and out your hands on the door, twisting it and was about to open when you heard Aizawaâs voice, â What do you mean she couldnât make it? whereâs she?â
â Calm down, her plane is delayed until tomorrow. So we may have to reschedule this scene to tom-â, the director of their scene, Gido, says before heâs interrupted by Toji.
â That canât work, I have a big scene to do. Maybe we could find a replacement.â, Toji suggested.
â No, that would mean we would have to take pictures and go over the scene, which ultimately means working overtime. Iâm sure you guy-â, the director says, getting interrupted again.
â Do not speak for me. I donât care if we go overtime. I have the perfect candidate in my mind. Sheâll be perfect since she already knows how everything works here.â, Benimaru says as the other hummed in agreement.
You forgot you were holding onto the door when suddenly it flew open, revealing Yuushi staring at you with Benimaru, Toji, Aizawa, and the stage crew in the back.
The director was walking over to you, â Hey we donât ne-â
â Yes, we do. Sheâs the perfect candidate he was speaking about, Gido.â, Yuushi says while holding eye contact with you. Your hands were beginning to get clammy as you processed his words inside of your mind. Once it clicked, you hurriedly shook your head, â No, No. I am a Fluffer, that's all.â
Toji walked past Yuushi and placed his large arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him, â Oh come on, {reader}. I think you have exactly what we all need. You didnât even give it a chance.â
â Iâm not cut out for doing things in front of a camera, Toji. Itâs nerve wrecking and besides Iâm not reaââ, you say, your words lingering until Aizawa got what you were saying.
â Youâre a virgin. Thatâs why youâre not ready.â, Aizawa says as he watches you look down at the ground in sheer embarrassment. Honestly, he expected you to not be considering the skill you possess and how you flirt and dress.
Toji lifted your head up to face him, â Can I kiss you?â
The director lit up as he processed Aizawaâs words. â Actually, you guys are right. Sheâs perfect for this role. The entire scene is based on the Daughterâs bestfriend fucking the step-father and his friends. Whatâs better is sheâs an actual virgin. This is perfect! Come on, let's get you prepped.â
He dragged you over to the bathroom and you were expressing how this is very new and different and how you didnât even make a decision. Benimaru heard you and yelled for the director to stop for a second. He walked up to you placing two hands on your face, â You have the option to decide if you want to do this or not. No one and I mean no one is going to force you to do anything you donât want to do. Thatâs not how we work over here.â
You looked into his eyes, almost hypnotizing yourself. You slowly nodded your head, â Yes. I wanna do it.â You just wanted them four, you didnât even think about you being on camera anymore because all you thought about was them.
Benimaru hummed and smirked at you, â Atta girl. Go get measured and prepped for photos and whatever else you need for this scene. We will gladly guide you on what to do, just listen to us.â You nodded your head and got dragged away not even a second later. The director dragged you past the bathroom area and in front of a lady ready to take your measurements.
You felt like a doll as they measured you before your showerâ they dressed you up after the shower. You requested a shower because you didnât want to be sweaty down there while possibly getting the best dick of your life. As soon as you got out of the shower, Gidoâs assistant was waiting with her eyes shut and a big bath-robe held open for you to glue your body to. Stepping into the towel, You opened the door to get a pajama set shoved in your arms and some refreshments for moisturizing your body the perfect way for your first scene.
Walking into another area, you still havenât seen the guys yet. You didnât have time to worry about them because now the Assistant and another fluffer/ Pornstar named Meryl, who was your co- partner for this storyline. She was supposed to be your best friend in this story line. One thing youâve learned about this industry is that people can have more than one role in this business. She had two roles now. Meanwhile, The assistantâs hands were magical. They felt so good and you could tell this used to be a fluffer from how skilled she was.Her rubbing circles on your nipples was enough to get them steel and hard.
You honestly liked getting so dolled up and pretty; this may be your favorite part out of all of this. It will vary as time passes. A makeup artist was doing your makeup as well. Feeling the makeup brushes and blenders patting at your face so gently was the best, it felt like you were getting ready for a big movie that couldâve broken the box office with insane numbers. You snapped out of your little fantasy when you heard Merylâs sweet sultry voice, â Okay, so you only got five lines throughout this entire opening act. After that, Youâll be talking with Yuushi, who's acting as my step-father. Remember to make this sound as natural as you can. After all, this is your debut video for this company. No more hiding behind the scenes, pretty girl.â
You laughed at her teasing you until Tina, one of the makeup artists, scolded her for making you laugh. You were about to respond when you heard his assistant speak, â Donât scare her too much, Meryl. I could tell sheâs going to be a natural at this.â
â Theyâre right, you know. But I need you ladies to do less chit chatting for now. Need those two to go over their lines with each other.â, the director said as he handed you two the script.
You took the paper from the directorâs hand. You look over the paper and look through it nodding at some of the lines you have. It's not much like Meryl saidâ good.
âOkay, are you ready? Itâs only me and you right now, forget everyone in this room right now. Focus on my eyes if thatâs not enough. I want you to do so well because I want scenes with you too, babydoll.â, Meryl says as she winked at you.
You smiled and looked into her eyes with a nod letting her know youâre ready. She smiled at you and looked down at the paper before looking at you, â Hey, wanna spend the night, my step dad isnât home so itâll just be us here.â
You looked down at the paper before looking up into her eyes, â sure, I could use a foot break, l-l, oh shit!â You lifted the paper up to your face to hide your obvious embarrassment.
She hurried to console you by grabbing your wrist, â No No that was good, you just need to work on remembering your lines. Right Mr. Gido?â
â Yes, Normally people wouldâve had to look at the paper five more times before they uttered that sentence on their first try. Proud of you for that bit so now I need you to take it home for me. You can do that for me, {readerâs name}?â, Gido says as he holds a clipboard to his eyes. You nodded as if he could see you from behind the clipboard and looked down at your lines again, memorizing them and locking them into your mind for the next ten minutes. That's how much time they gave you since Meryl had to get her makeup retouched. You turned the page to see your next lines, which was when you were gonna be talking to Yuushi and his buddies during their card game late at night. It looks like itâs supposedly at 3 am. You blushed at some of the lines on the outside, luckily the makeup artist could only feel your skin getting warmer with excitement and not everyone else. But on the inside, You were screaming like you were a little girl getting your first doll of your kind. So excited for this scene that you almost forgot that you had to get there first.
Soon the makeup artist was done and when they turned you around, You were astonished at how natural and warm it looked. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and watched as another woman fixed your hair. You were so glad Gido had women as makeup artists and hairstylists. You didnât want to look too light for your own complexion or hair looking not so great because some people donât know how to do your hair type or hairstyle right when it comes to this industry or any industry for that matter.
You watched as the woman fixed your hair or type of hairstyle into whatever style you wanted. It was beautiful and made your face shine brighter because it enhanced the shape of your face entirely. You smiled at yourself and your glowing face. God, you looked like a pretty bratz doll and everyone heard you whisper that to yourself which earned laughs and hums of agreements.
They got you out of the chair and pulled you into Merylâs dressing room, getting you dressed for the photoshoot which is going to go straight into the shoot of the video. Once you were informed of that, You knew doll time was over, now itâs time to take this seriously. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of doubt and worry. You were even scared that you would mess up a lot and cause the men's boners to go away because of how many stopping points you were worried to make. Meryl was in there getting dressed when you heard the door shut indicating that you were alone with one of the biggest pornstars in the industry.
You stared at yourself in the mirror thinking âare you really about to do this right nowâ. You were brought out of that thought by a mocha hand just below your boobs, â Relax, { reader}. I'm with you and at any time, you could stop and weâll just have to wait on Yuki, long wait, but I would want you to be comfortable then to complain about waiting until tomorrow to do these scenes.â Meryl skin felt so good on your own skin. The warmth she and you have together was enough for you so as she traced her hands up and down your arms to soothe your mind, you leaned your head back against her shoulder. Careful to not lean too far back because she's shorter and weighs less than you. You two were on a chair bench in her dressing room.
â If youâre too nervous, I could always tell them to wait for Yuki to arrive tomorrow. All you have to do is say it, sweet heart.â, Meryl said as she stared at your neck in the mirror. She followed her first mind and kissed your neck, â or maybe a little warm up could help you while you put on your clothes. Your choice.â You let her keep kissing your neck with small pecks. You finally whimpered out a small â yes⌠pleaseâ
Merylâs blonde hair draped down your shoulders as she planted one last kiss before she tapped you to lift up for a minute to let her get up to lay you down on the long couch. She placed your clothes on the side prior to unwrapping the damp bath robe from your body revealing your full-figure in her pretty blue eyes. Her eyes narrowed and smile brightened. â Your body is so damn cute, gorgeous. I mean, we all knew that from the pretty, skimpy outfits you prance around here with. You're tempting women like me and Men like them all the time. I may do scenes with the majority of men but I'm willing to change some things around for you if you actually do consider officially doing porn. Do you have any idea how much youâll pull in with this body especially in the, I hate to say it, BBW category?â You giggled at the attention sheâs giving your body as she boldly gushed over it. She made you feel like she was analyzing an art piece submitted to an art gallery. On one hand it was glorious and on the other, it was a little weird because you never had someone so in tune in describing you while tracing her hands over every part of your body. Itâs almost like she was worshiping your body.
Meryl kissed down your body with wet kisses, you covered your face in embarrassment and she shook her head and brought your hands from your face, â no, na uh. You have to be confident in this, pretty. You canât cover up your face when Aizawa eats your pussy. Heâs the best pussy eater next to Kukasabe. And trust me, Heâs gonna make you look at him as he does it. Itâs his specialty.â she shrugged her shoulders before stopping to breathe in the smell of your natural smelling pussy and almost moaned.
She had to snap out of it because she could feel she was getting obsessed with you, so she just took one lick at your pussy with her tongue making your tense up and shake. â Donât worry I'm not going to be the one eating you today, so relax. I donât wanna repeat myself anymore.â Your body relaxed like she said and you were a little weirded out because you never reacted that way when someone demands something of you.
Meryl grabbed your clothes, placed your shorts by your feet for you to step in and you did. As she pulled them up, she eyed your pussy one last time and licked her lips before pulling them up, just a little over your fupa, showing a little of your little rolls on your stomach. She watched you lift up so you could put the pajama shirt on. It was the cutest pajama set: black tank-top shirt with the bubble-gum pink words â Scrumptious Dollâ on it and black with white polka-dot mini shorts with bubble-gum pink on the outline hugging your thighs and ass just right. It dont even matter if your ass is big or little, itâs gonna show regardless.
As you looked in the mirror, Your tits looked yummy in the natural push up bra this tank top had. The lower outline part of the tank top had pink lace making it appear so much cuter. You fixed your tank top to show more of your boobs and fixed the bottom. Meryl bent down in her own light blue pajama shorts she had on and helped you put your pretty manicured feet in the house shoes they brought you too. It was uncanny how they found this in less than 30 minutes but youâll digress.
Meryl grabbed your hand as you both walked out the door ultimately about to change your life for better or worse. This was a gamble on your part and you knew it. Gambling was never the thing for you, but you are about to make it yours now. You two walked on the set where the bed you were about to be split open in sat. It was a cute little get up for a set.
The set room had pink Victoria secret stripe walls and the bed was a queen size bed that had black and pink bed set on it. The headboard had a perfect size mirror attached to it and so did the ceiling one. This was very detailed, almost like it was requested instead of just given to them like the usual. The pretty carpet in front of the bed was fluffy and a gorgeous white.
Meryl grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed, â Okay letâs get the cameraâs working, people. Iâm gonna guide her through taking photos so no need to yell and spook her off with that yelling you love to do, Gido.â
You smiled at her pointing at the director without a care in the world. You also watched his reaction and laughed at the eye roll and shrug. She turned to you and smiled at you, â I want you to tell me if anything is too uncomfortable for you during this section. Now I want you to lay back for me.â
Just like that, you snapped into work mode again and instantly laid down for her to get on top of you looking into your pretty eyes as she didâ like a certified seductress. You felt yourself getting wet as she licked her lips at your cute serious face, â Now open your legs for me.â She was straddling your now open legs showing off her ass as she looked back at the camera. A click was heard and you knew there was no turning back from this, so you had to suck all of the nervousness out of your mind during this entire fiasco. In response to your thoughts, you placed your hands on Merylâs ass, squeezing it and she let out the most beautiful whimper meaning she was sensitive.
â Perfect, now just take a bit further for me!â, Gido yelled from where he was with a smile on his face. He was loving the shot of your fat pussy tracing through the tight shorts they gave you. He was loving the way you grabbed Merylâs ass with your pretty manicured hands as well. The color of your nails looked so pretty against Merylâs skin complexion. Yours as well.
Meryl kissed you and you both whimpered at the contact causing Aizawa eyes to widen as he walked in to see what the director is so giddy about. He was supposed to wait since they made a pact to only see you during the scene just five minutes ago ,but he couldnât wait.
He watched as you two continued to liplock with each other, obviously losing each other in that sensual kiss you two shared. He could tell Meryl wanted you for herself and she was gonna make sure to get a scene with you just not now. Aizawa was brought out of his trance when midnight walked next to him whistling at the scene.
â Sheâs going to enjoy herself and Iâm not apart of it! I always wanted to be her first scene when she finally stopped being such a scaredy cat. Shame itâs going to be you four. May the girl survive enough to do a scene with Meryl and I. And maybe Yuki when she gets here. She seems like her type.â, Midnight says as Aizawa intensely watches as you now look at the camera with no sense of anxiety inside of you. The way your thick thighs and legs looked as they were cocked open. Your shorts pooled at your feet whilst Meryl stuck her tongue out to place on the opening of your pussy through your pretty pink underwear.
â You act as if you three arenât worse than us. You wonât even let the girl get a break unless she uses the safe word you create for her.â, Aizawa says as he eyed your facial expression noting that youâre gonna be an excellent actor.
Meryl took your hand and guided you to the edge of the bed and pushed you down to which you arched knowing thatâs what they wanted. A year of watching other pro stars having to do this comes in handy. The director set up as you arched perfectly. He was beginning to grow hard at the thought of you bending over for him. He didnât give a damn about the cameras right now and thatâs a first. Gosh, he wanted to see you fucked, so heâll have to speed this up. Whispering to himself was his thing, this time it was about you, â Such a perfect fucking arch for a virgin. Sheâs perfect.â
Meryl took in your form with a smile and placed her hands on your wide hips seeing herself fucking you straight with her choice of a strap. She shook her head of the potential moans and names that spew from your lips and finally hooked her finger inside of your pantries pulling them to the side to reveal your pretty pussy to them. Trimmed just right to see that itâs naturally fat and pretty. The slick of your pussy stuck to Merylâs hand and your panties a little bit. You were wet and Merylâs mouth was getting wateryâ- she wasnât the only one.
The room was silent and you could hear a pin drop. You started to get nervous from the silence until you heard the camera clicking away and sighs were let out, well what you thought was sighs. They gasped and breathed out a long breath filled with shock and excitement. Your pussy was slightly darker than you and was the prettiest pink once Meryl opened you up for the camera, camera men, directors, and Co-stars to see. Your hole was small meaning you were definitely a virgin and was gonna be heard to get inside. Luckily, Aizawa is going first. He knew he was going to have to go slow inside you and thatâs more than enough to make him hard again. He couldnât wait to open you up for the guys to fuck you as well.
Your hole was practically winking at the camera as it showed your pussy clenching and unclenching onto the cold air. The air felt so good on your warm, wet pussy and you were so into your thoughts that you didnât realize that your hips were wiggling causing your ass to jiggle as well. Anytime you moved, your ass jiggled and they all loved it.
Soon the director got three more shots of you in different positions, one was you and Meryl watching tv with your stomachs on the bed and legs kicked up behind you, before they called the co-stars in the film over. You sat up when they all walked in the room. Toji was the first to walk to you and kissed you with no hesitation. The director's eyes widened at the straight forward call Toji made. The others sighed in annoyance at Toji doing what he wanted.
Your lips locked with Toji in a slow passionate kiss, a kiss the camera man was glad he got. Thing is, Toji wasnât supposed to actually kiss you. He was supposed to hover his lips over your two-toned pink lip gloss ones. He broke the kiss with another peck lingering as he finally pulled away from you. Your foreheads pressing together as his green eyes looking into {your color} eyes,â So fucking pretty for me right now, couldnât wait to see you.â
â Yeah yeah you arenât the only one in this scene so move over.â, Benimaru says as he stroked his cock through his pants. You looked over at him with puffy lips and pretty eyes. He was actually happy that they chose you for this scene, youâre the only one that could keep his dick hard especially with the look youâre giving him.
Aizawa came up behind Toji and sat on the bed next to you to place subtle kisses on your neck and ear, â Heâs right, {reader}. You look stunning canât wait to see your facial expressions as I fuck you.â You gasped and that earned you to get Yuushiâs cock in your face creating the perfect shot like you were surprised by his size and indeed you were. He was long and girthy with two veins running across his dick. The pink mushroom tip looked so suckable especially with the pre-cum dripping down his tip and onto the top of your tits in the tank top you were now being fondled in by Benimaruâs hand.
You brought your lips to Yuushiâs cock and looked up through your pretty eyelashes causing him to run a hand down his face whispering, â Fucking Hell.â You looked so fucking pretty with his tip in your hot mouth. He snapped his fingers and curled two fingers in a gimme motion and the cameraman instantly brought the camera to him. Yuushi grunted when you swirl your tongue on his tip, still holding eye contact with him and now the camera pointed to your face. He snapped two photos before giving it back to the camera man, â Sorry, I just had to get the most bed shot.â
Toji brought one of your tits out of the tank top and flicked a tongue over it making sure the camera captured it. You were about to bring your hand to your mouth to stop your moan when Aizawa grabbed it and continued to suck and lick on your neck. Benimaru dropped down in between the opening of your legs since Toji and Aizawa were on both sides of you.
Another cameraman focused on getting Benimaru pulled your panties to the side, inhaling your scent and almost growling like an animal. He never thought to make that sound before but he couldnât resist. He wanted and needed you now, so he brought his lips to your pussy and used two fingers to open you up to him revealing your pink clitoris. He placed his pink muscle on your clit causing you to jump and moan around Yuushiâs cock again. He got on top of the bed and placed his cock back into your mouth throwing his head back like he did a fresh line of coke. He needs you badly. He wanted to stuff his cock down your throat and tell you to take it like a good girl.
The director wasnât even calling the shots anymore, instead he was watching the chemistry you brew between all these men and he loved it. It was great for the scene you all were engaging in. Itâll look a little real. The director told the cameramen to get four more pictures prior to having the men separate from you and Meryl to get back on set. She looked so red and sweaty which meant she was either getting her pussy eaten by Nemuri or fingering herself to the scene. She got you dressed again and fixed you up to make you more presentable. The men only had you lingering in their thoughts as two of them paced back and forth in the other room in this big ass apartment type room.
Shouta and Benimaru were sitting down at the card table while Yuushi and Toji vented to them about how much they needed and wanted you.
â Did you see the way she looked at me, she doesn't know what sheâs doing.â, Yuushi says to himself, the tent in his pants visible to all of themâ not that they minded.
â Fuck that, did you see them juicy ass tits. Canât wait to fuck them. Canât wait to fuck her. How long is this scene again?â, Toji asks, stopping at the foot of the table.
Benimaru sighed and shook his head at the thought of you, â Itâs supposed to be an hour long, why? Got somewhere to be Toji.â Toji used to always roll his eyes at Benimaru calling him Toji instead of Fushiguro since heâs older than Ben but he learned to accept his rebellious ways.
â No, Iâm just planning on taking her after the scene.â, Toji says and the others look at him with glares. All speaking at the same time.
â Nope.â
â Na uh.â
â Not gonna happen.â
Toji smirked at them, â Whoâs gonna stop me? Sheâs the only one that can, the rest of you don't matter.â
Meanwhile, back to where youâre at, they handed you the script to go over it again. You didnât need a fluffer so they just told you to go over the script with Meryl again and you did, for about an hour. You knew it was probably 5 pm right now since it was 2:55 when you first got here.
You memorize your lines inside of your head like you had photographic memoryâ you didnât. So far you were glad you only had a couple of lines to say before you got to the scene.
â Are you ready, pretty girl? No need to be camera shy or nervous. In fact, I donât think you should even be camera shy considering earlier, darling. Maybe we could do some scenes together in the future.â. Midnight said coming up to you and Meryl.
You blushed and you could feel the heat on your ears and cheeks, â Oh please. That was light work, this is the real deal now. If I like the scenery then yes we can have scenes in the future. Just know so far Iâm loving it.â
Midnight smiled at you before placing a kiss on your cheek, making sure to wipe the lipstick off afterwards.â such a newbie response, well welcome to the team, honey.â
She walked away from you and Meryl but not before kissing Meryl on the lips. Meryl blushed a deep red and you couldnât help but to giggle at her. You could tell she fancies Nemuri.
Nemuri walked past all the directors and such taking their places and finally walked past the men on her way out, â Such a gorgeous girl, treat her right because I want a scene with her next.â With that she left and left them in confusion and curiosity.
You on the other hand were getting ready to shoot the scene and youâll go on in 1 minute.
â Okay so go over it one more time. Okay, hey wanna spend the night over my house, my step dad isnât gonna be home so itâll be just the two of us.â, Meryl says with more expression and tone in her voice.
You nodded your head, â Yeah sure my feet are killing me and I do not want to walk back home. First though, are we watching scary movies?â
â Hell yeah, I have all the scream movies, Micheal Myers, and even got..â then we get interrupted by Yuushi cutting in and you lock eyes with him and thatâs how the chemistry moves throughout the film. Seeeee itâs easy you have nothing to worry about.â, Meryl says as she smiles at you.
You smiled back at her and got into position just a little bit behind the threshold of the door . You werenât inside of the set up room any more although you missed it, youâll see it again in no time. Your back was to it for now.
âAnd action!â, Gido yelled.
You both smiled at one another as you âwalked outâ the room. Meryl turned to you, locking eyes with you. Her eyes were filled with reassurance letting you know to not be nervous. â Hey, wanna spend the night. My step dad isnât gonna be home tonight so itâll just be me and you tonight. You canât say no because youâre wearing the right kinda clothes too.â
You smiled and nodded your head, â Yeah sure, I would love to ask a question, are we watching scary movies tonight?â
The director smiled once you got the lines right and the tone right. You were definitely gonna be his favorite to work with if you actually want to pursue this career.
â Hell yeah we are. In fact, I have scream 1, scream 2. Scream 3, is there a scream 4?â to which you shrugged at as expected, â Ah just know I have a collection of scream movies and Micheal myers. Hell, I even gotââ
â got what?â, Yuushi asks as you two walk in the dining room area.
You eyed him like they told you to do and he eyed you back. The director pointed to you to zoom in on your eyes and how they seductively pulled the audience and Yuushi in. Gido whispered to himself, â A fucking star.â
â What are you doing here? You said you werenât going to be here tonight.â Meryl walked over to Yuushi, standing before him.
â I donât get a hey, hello, how was your day dad, etc.â, Yuushi says to Meryl before looking at you still standing far from him to eye him. Yuushi smirked at you and said a line that wasnât in the script, â Youâre so gorgeous.â
â Cut!â, the director says, bouncing up out of the chair, â You know damn well that wasnât the line Yuushi. Do we need a five minute break or something?â
Yuushi chuckled and scratched the back of his head, â You canât expect me not to say out of pocket shit when you have someone like {reader} in front of me. So no, we donât need five minutes just cut that out of the video and voilĂ , you got a deal. Come on, Gido. I wanna get to the fun part.â
The director pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, â Run it again. Action!â
Yuushi got right back into that smug expression on his face and nodded his head to you, â Whoâs this? I didnât know you had friends coming over.â
Meryl waved you over to them and you walked over to them, greatly showcasing an anxious emotion on your face and the director and the four cameramen were living for it. You truly had the pornstar look and acting packed down so far. But for you, it wasnât an act, you truly felt anxious as you stepped closer and closer to them.
Meryl grabbed your hand as she eagerly sucked in her lollipop before handing you one from the bowl on the table they were sitting at. You didnât know if you should eat it or not but you took a gamble and popped it into your mouth, slow and smoothly. Still holding eye contact with Yuushi as you did it. The camera captured all of it especially when you heard the whisper yells of the director, â Get in on her. That shot is amazing up close.â â Yeah, just right. Just perfect.â
â Remember the friend I told you about, well this is herâŚ.â, Meryl says, debating if she wanted to use your real name or not. Thatâs what you forgot, a pornstar name. She used her ownl name but what would you do? Did you want a new name or stay using your government name?
â Ah fuck! Cut!!â, the director got out of his chair again. â I know youâre stuck because of the name so quickly find a pornstar name you think fits best for yourself and I want you two to come up with a name that fits her as well. Tacky and late but we could make it work. Work with me, people!â
How about {reader first name} Valentine! It sounds great and moanable.â, the makeup artist shouted out. You stood there in disbelief of how fast she came up with that. The director snapped his fingers at her and turned to you, "you make the call because itâs gonna be your name youâd have to stick with if youâre gonna actually pursue this career, darling.â
You thought about it and nodded your head because it did sound good and your name was already moanable, you knew because itâs been moaned so many times by people in this industry when you catered to their needs before the shoot. Yuushi smiled because he was glad you kept your first name. He wanted the world to know heâs moaning his dream girl name.
â Alright! That settles it. Meryl take it away!â, Gido yelled as he sat back down in his chair now eating a cake they handed him.
Meryl snapped back into action, â Remember the friend I told you about, this is her. { reader} Valentine.â She smiled at you before looking excitedly at her â Step dadâ.
â Yoshi. Itâs nice to meet my daughter's friends.â Yuushi, who goes by Yoshi Mack on the scenes, stuck out his hand for you to shake. You followed his action and held and sucked on the lollipop with the other hand. The more you stared at him, the more his dick was getting hard. Your eyes were perfect and beautiful for the scene. Yuushi turned to Meryl, â Iâm surprised youâre not at the dorm this weekend.â
Meryl rolled her eyes, â Yeah. No. Not this weekend plus I miss my bed. The dorms are small and dumb. Anyways, donât bother us while youâre here. Kay? K.â Meryl took your hand and dragged you away, the camera capturing the way your ass jiggled and another one captured Yuushiâs reaction.
â And scene! Great job everyone! Especially you, my beautiful new star.â, Gido says as he comes up to you to hold your face like a delicate vase in his hands. He was a good looking guy up close. Long black hair, Dark gray eyes, and a toned but slender body.
You were supposed by the sudden gesture and felt a hand on your lower back, â Let the girl go, Gido. Youâre making her uncomfortable by squishing her cheeks like that.â It was Benimaru's voice and you wondered how long he was watching you act. You turned to him in surprise before smiling at him. He nodded his head and looked away from you in fear of showing his cheeks getting pink.
Gido dropped his hands and snarled at Benimaru before speaking, â Just do your scenes. You, my darling, could prepare to interrupt their scene and get ready to lose the most valuable thing you should hold close to you. If at any point you want to tap out of this. We will. Granted itâs gonna be a hassle taking pictures and doing scenes again but, we could make it work with the next star.â
â I will definitely let you know, Mr.Gido. Now excuse me while I prepare for this scene.â, You said as you smiled at him before walking off. Beni watched as his eyes followed your ass as you walked away and he purposely knocked his shoulder into his as he walked to the table to sit down. He didnât want anyone looking at his girl, even if you arenât his official girl.
You, on the other hand, were pacing back and forth memorizing your lines as you read them over. You didnât want to mess up not once just like you did in the first scene. You were kinda glad, Yuushi was the only one that changed his name because remembering four new names was gonna be a hassle. You also had to think and couldnât believe your first scene was gonna be your first gang bang scene and on top of that, youâre a goddamn virgin. Three freshly new things you were gonna be stripped of. The nervousness that comes with this is kicking in and youâre not feeling it. Meryl could see you slowly beginning to panic and immediately ran over to you to take you into her little dress up room.
â Okay okay, I need you to breathe for me, donât want you to go into a full panic attack right now.â, Meryl says as she grabs a paper to fan you with rather rapidly too. You nodded and started doing your counting as you breathed in and out. Slowly your heart was getting back to normal and your head was released from the tension it was starting to get. Tightness slowly going away from your muscles as well.
Once Meryl saw that you calmed down a little, she hugged you from behind. Trying to fully wrap her small arms around your body to engulf you into a warm hug. She kissed your head and whispered that itâs gonna be okay and sheâll be right there. All you needed to hear. Out of everyone here, she was your comfort. Weirdly enough since you never really spoke to her until today.
After ten minutes of silence and calm breathing, you were ready to get this over with. You wanted to go home to think about your decisions and etc. a peace of quiet time for you is always at night. You thanked Meryl as she walked you back to the bedroom where you two are gonna pretend to be asleep since itâs technically in the middle of the night in this scene.
You two laid in the surprisingly comfortable bed facing each other. She looked into your eyes and you giggled at the closeness between the two of you. â This is so awkward.â She laughed and nodded her head, â Good thing, we just gotta close our eyes while those buffoons are as loud as they usually are.â
You smiled at her joke and she realized you relaxed and closed your eyes for the scene. Your breathing was calm and slow as if you were really sleeping. She made a note to compliment you on that later because she was impressed. She studied your movements and did the same. The director yelled action and everyone started their roles. The room was dark, you could tell from your eyes being closed.
You heard Tojiâs voice yelling, â I won! Itâs over! Itâs over!â You heard the card being placed on the table roughly and moved to make it seem like you were waking up. The director pointed at you telling the cameraman to capture you waking up very closely.
â Oh screw you, you fucking cheated, dick face.â, Benimaru says improvising that last word making Toji chuckle knowing that he meant to say that.
Aizawa grunted as the chair scraped across the floor making more noise, â Iâm gonna go get another beer, donât have time for this.â You noted that he was just his regular self here, surprisingly that was helpful to know.
Yuushi grunted and took out a cigarette, lighting it up and inhaling and exhaling the smoke prior to speaking, â Oh please, he didnât win shit. He cheated.â
You groaned and rubbed your eyes as you got up from your âsleepâ, putting your cute fuzzy house shoes on and making your way out the room and down the hall and stairsâ going into the living room.
Toji was the first to notice your presence and smirked, â And who is this? Never knew you were into younger girls, Yoshi.â
You stared at him as Yoshi spoke, â No sheâs my daughter's best friend. So keep your dirty paws and eyes off her.â
â No, let her speak. What is your name, rudeness?â, Benimaru asks as he eyed you up and down.
â Itâs {reader} Valentine. Whoâs asking?â, You ask with an attitude they told you to have after being woken up from your sleep. You nailed that perfectly because the camera and the director could see Benimaru was beginning to become irritated.
Benimaru scoffed, â Youâll know my name soon enough. I ask the questions here, not you.â
â Well I would like to know whoâs asking the questions, where's the harm in that?â, You asked with a hand on your wide hip.
â Sheâs a bratty one. Tell me, sweetheart. Were we too loud for you? Told Toji to stop being loud anyways.â, Aizawa says, coming back into the room with a beer in his hand. His long hair was tied back into a man bun and his joggers were black and baggy. The shirt that clung to his sleeper build was everything you needed to see to get a surge of confidence.
â Yesh you were, so could you please keep it down. Iâm trying to sleep sir.â, You said as you rubbed your eyes and yawned. It was a real one too, most could see it was and the director was stunned because how can someone yawn on accident right on cue too. He was amazed at you so far.
â Make us be quiet.â, Yuushu said as he stood up. Walking slowly to you like a predator stalking its prey.
â What?â, You asked as you stopped rubbing your eyes.
â You heard me. Make us shut up cause otherwise Iâm happy to make you stop complaining.â, Yuushi says as he stood before you looking into your eyes.
His smirk was getting to you and the way his voice was going lower and lower as he spoke making his voice deeper as well. You squeezed your thighs and shook your head before turning around only to get stopped by Yoshiâs hand on your wrist, he brought your back to his chest and walked you to the table presenting you in front of the men.
â Come on pretty girl, make us shut up for the rest of the night.â, Yuushi whispers in your ear as he pressed your thighs to the table, making you place your hand on the table. Your body leaned causing your tits to jiggle in front of Aizawa low and dark eyes staring intensely at you.
â What about Mer-â, You asked before Yoshi cut you off with his big veiny hand gripping your neck. Your head tilted back in response and he took the initiative and decided to kiss you on the lips causing your fingers to grip the table. The camera captured every single detail in this scene. The crew members were so silent that it seemed like you five were the only ones in this room and somehow you liked it.
Yuushi wrapped his bulky arms around you as he bit your lip causing you to gasp in which he stuck his warm, thick tongue in your mouthâ swirling it around yours. He loved the taste of the flavor sucker you ate earlier, surprised it was still lingering on your tongue as well.
â Fuck, her fucking tits are so damn pretty. Want to see them free.â, Toji said as he ripped the tank top you had on releasing your nipples into the cold air causing them to become hard. Aizawaâs dick needed to be free from his joggers before he burst inside of them. He didnât know how you did it, but you always managed to make his cock hard without doing much.
Benimaru stood up to move the table out of his way of getting to you. Walking up to you, he gripped your boobs as you continued kissing Yuushi, moaning and whimpering into the kiss. The camera was catching all of this and everyone was too stunned to speak because everything looked real and passionate.
Benimaru swirled his tongue over your nipples while Toji bent down to slide your shorts off your hips and down your legs revealing your pretty ass pantries with a huge wet spot on them. He chuckled because he knew this was a raw reaction, you were soaking for them. The camera got up and close to reveal the wet spot to the audience as toji spread your legs apart.
Yuushi lets you breathe by breaking from the kiss but not before placing a sloppy peck on your juicy, wet lips. Yuushi smirked at your eyes getting watery and low, he never thought you would be a crier. Oh he and Aizawa are gonna love you. He whispered in your ear, â Are you okay?â It was so low that the camera couldnât even catch it. You nodded your head and he smirked, â Sheâs sleeping so itâs just you and us here and now. Say the word. She wonât ever have to know, sweetheart.â
You whimpered and nodded your head to which earned a small smack from Aizawa standing on the side of you and Yuushi. â Need your words. Need to hear you say them like the little slut I know you are.â
You loved the small, rough slap on your cheek and his eyes widened, in fact, all of their eyes widened. You were a little masochist, an undercover one at that. â I want you. I want your cocks, pleaseeee.â All four of them smirked before Yuushi picked you up bridal style to take you into his set up bedroom, the camera crew was already set up at. The director followed after the First camera crew capturing them all walking up the stairs with youâ built suspense. The director knew it was out of his hands for now because of how real and passionate everyone was, which makes him think you all secretly wanted this to happen at some point. He just sat down and drank his coffee as he watched the scene now show you being thrown on the blue covered bed as you giggled. You all went off script a long time ago so he just let this happen.
The second camera crew got the reaction of biting your lip at the men taking their clothes off price by pieceâ leaving their draws on. You frowned and pouted as you were deprived from seeing their dicks. â I want all of you. Every single inch of you guys.â You pointed at their draws and the camera crew followed your movements, â this isnât giving me what I wantttt.â
â Youâre a whiny little thing arenât cha?â, Toji Said as he rubbed a finger over your nipple. He reached up to your chest to play with your nipple.
âWe donât care what you want now, lay back and shut up. You wanted us to shut up and you canât even do that. Disgraceful.â, Benimaru says as he climbs on top of you. You looked at him with your eyes and he almost came right then and there. You opened your mouth and he hurried and took his hard thick cock out of his underwear and shoved it to the back of your throat causing your eyes to water and your gags to be heard violently. You loved the way you were gagging around his cock. Shit everyone loves the way you sound.
â Yeah thatâs it, pretty girl. Youâre doing so good for us.â, Benimaru says as he takes his cock out of your mouth. The spit disconnected as he took his dick out your mouth to let you breathe. â Have you learned your lesson yet?â
You shook your head and gladly opened your mouth to take him inside of your mouth again and he gladly stuck his dick in your mouth again. You felt your panties being slipped off and as they slipped them off, your pussy was drenched in your wetness. You felt on top of the world as you experienced pleasure from all directions. The juiciness of it all was everything Aizawa needed. The camera as well.
Aizawa stuck his tongue out to lick a stripe of your pussy and groaned at the taste of your pussy on his tongue. He placed French kisses on your pussy before opening up your folds with two fingers and diving into eating and slurping on your pussy. The sexual sounds he brought out of you was everything Benimaru needed. Every moan vibrated on his dick and he loved it. You had a crazy lock jaw on his cock as well. The hollow of your cheeks was being gathered on camera and the viewers were gonna love that.
Aizawa moaned as he tongue fucked your pussy with rapid speed. The circling of his tongue was deep inside of your pussy and he knew you loved it when your dick sucking and moaning sound grew louderâ thatâs how he knew you were close too. Aizawa didnât really know what to expect when he made you cum. Was you a squirter or creamer, either way heâs gonna drink and suck it up. He didnât care, he wanted your taste to last and linger in his tongue.
Aizawa placed a finger on your pussy hole as he sucked and swirled his tongue over your clit. His finger was so thick and long that it started to hurt you as he moved it on the inside. You placed your hands on Benimaruâs thighs to let him know that you needed to breathe and he smacked them away to which your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were living the way he treated you but down below, you were slowly opening up your hole for Aizawa to finger you. Granted it still hurts just a little bit but somehow it felt good as well.
â shit! Sheâs hugged around my finger like a damn coat. So damn beautiful.â, Aizawa says before pulling back to spit on your pussy and your hole while Yuushi and Toji held your legs open as they stroked their cocks to the sounds your mouth and pussy makes.
â Holy fuck, Aizawa. Hurry up, I want to taste her too.â, Toji says in desperation. Aizawa moved over and made room for Toji in between your legs. Toji gladly accepted it and now both of their tongues and aizawaâs finger was fucking your pussy so good.
Your tits jiggled as you tried to move your hips up and down. Benimaru hair was sticking to his face as he fucked in and out of your mouth creating little spit bubbles as he did it. The faster he fucked your mouth, the wetter your mouth got. The bubbles were proof of that. Snot was even making its way down your nose, luckily Yuushi wiped it in time for it to get Benimaru's dick in your mouth, not that he cared. He loved when bitches got messy for him.
Your tears only added to his euphoria as he pisoled into your mouth. His dick created a throat bulge as he moved in and out, â Oh shit! Fuck! Such a disgusting bitch taking my dick like this. Uhhhn.â
You needed to wrap your hands around something as you got your pussy devoured by two men who were locking tongues as they licked and slurped up your juices. The camera captured every last one of yall from how spacious this room is as well. It was Yuushiâs designed room.
You wrapped your hand around Yuushiâs cock dragging it up and down just like you always do when you were a fluffer. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you did the twist he always loved. â Shit, thatâs it, baby girl.â
You continued to stroke him as both Toji and Aizawa sucked on your clit who tried to both do it at the same time and somehow it felt so damn good, good enough to scream on Benimaruâs cock inside of your mouth. Your spit was layering his cock just right, some of your spit dripped down your mouth and onto his balls and your chest. You were sloppy and he loved it. Loved it enough to cum with two more strokes. You on the other hand squirted on toji and aizawaâs lower half of their face. Aizawa gladly opened his mouth to catch some of it, while Toji was sucking it into his mouth.
â Ahhh. Fuck, { reader}. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Hughhh.â, Benimaru fucked your mouth one more time as his cum flowed down your throat. It was warm and a little gooey. Other than that it tasted healthy.
Benimaru stayed there staring at your mascara rubbing down your face with your tears and knew you were perfect for this role. He even managed to stay semi hard in this role. Usually when he came that was it. You were someone special.
Benimaru got off of your as he stroked his cock to make himself fully hard and it worked because he was staring at your tits thinking about fucking them while you get pounded by the rest. Yuushi stopped your hand before he could cum. While, Toji and Aizawa kissed your pussy one last time as you panted and whimpered from the contact.
â So fucking good.â, Toji grunted out as he slipped his undergarment down, revealing his heavy and long cock. Aizawa did the same, revealing his long and semi-thick cock. Fuck they were all huge and too much for you.
â Wait.. Iâm a virgin.â, You say which was your line as well.
â Donât worry, weâll take care of your tight virgin pussy.â, Yuushi says as he gives you a peck on the lips.
Aizawa dragged you down to his legs. He stood over your body, watching your chest rise up and down in anticipation of whatâs happening next. He looked at Yuushi, â Youâre okay if I go first, Yoshi.â He nodded and waved his hand, â Donât care I just wanna break this brat down.â
Aizawa placed his cock on your pussy and the lone camera man who took photos captured that moment perfectly while on the sidelines. Aizawa breathed in and out as he slowly moved his cock up and down your pussy giving you a pussy job. You moaned as your back arched off the bed. Toji knew you needed a distraction from how bad itâs going to hurt so he kissed you and Benimaru and Yuushi followed the lead. Aizawa nodded at them, basically thanking them for easing your mind. He didnât want to hurt you or see you hurt. Neither did they.
Aizawa held your lower stomach with one hand as he guided his bulbous tip into the opening of your pussy. He slowly pushed in and your eyes snapped open and began to water. It hurts so much. Aizawa knew your hymen wasnât broken yet so he was gonna have to ease more of him into you. And he did. Pushing into you felt so good and tight, he almost couldnât move from how tight your pussy is. â Fuck, hold on for me, sweetheart.â
Toji swirled his tongue inside of your mouth as he kissed you, he rubbed your neck with his hand as he did. He wanted you to know that youâre okay right here with them. Youâre safe as well and you got the hint only when Yuushi whispered, â ease up for him brat, youâre safe so donât make this harder than it needs to be.â
Aizawa leaned down to kiss the upper part of your stomach to let you know he cares for you. Aizawa felt more liquid dripping down his cock and stood up again to look down and see the blood meaning your hymen was officially broken.
He slowly moved inside of you until he was hurried to the hilt, â Fuck, this pussy is so tight and warm. I could stay in this forever.â
Toji kissed and licked your tears away from your face as Aizawa started to fuck you slow and passionately. He swatted your hand from pushing him away and started to move A little faster inside of you when you opened up to him. The director sat up and pointed to your hole being fucked open by Aizawaâs big dick. You were moaning so loud in Tojiâs mouth. The blood was slowly disappearing and changing to your normal juices, which means he could go faster now.
Aizawaâs hands gripped your thighs, finger nails digging into your thick flesh as he fucked into you faster. His dick was just one cm away from your cervix and he took that as an opportunity to go even faster.
Your pussy was clutching around his dick making everyoneâs eyes widen as he pulled back to let everyone see how much you gripped on to him. Fuck, everyone was in love with the way your pussy looked on and off camera. Itâs like you were made for taking cocks like theirs.
â Daddy, oh my goddduhhhn, it feels so good.â, You moaned out once Toji let you breathe. Aizawa paused and sharpened his eyes, â Daddy huh, what happened to sir or was that all an act. Such a naughty girl.â
Your tits were moving up and down so prettily and your stomach was moving as well. You were so damn pretty to all of them.
â Iâm sorry, please fuck me sir, daddy, I donât care just fuck me!â, You moaned out as you stared down at where you two were connected. He was living in and out so beautifully. You sat up on your elbows and he took that as an opportunity to spread your legs further and yank your hair into his hands, getting a good grip to fuck you as he held onto your hair so tightly that it added to your pleasure, weirdly enough.
The way you bit your lip to hold back a moan told everyone else that you enjoyed the way he was fucking you. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and you almost looked possessed as you babbled incoherent sentences and pleas.
Yuushi grabbed the lube out of the dresser and put some on the anal toy before bending down to place it inside of your hole, opening you up slowly. You screamed at the feeling of your second hole being opened up, â It hurts. It hurts.â
Aizawa bent down to kiss you as he fucked into you. In between the kisses were whispers of reassurances, â I know babyâ â Open up for Yoshi slowly for me.â â Breatheâ
Aizawa lifted his sweaty upper body off yours and had his hand still gripped into your hair giving you two more strokes until he let go of your hair causing you to fall on the bed and arch your back.
The sting was a little bit still there but it felt good when Aizawa swirled his hips making his cock swirl in circles inside of you. â hnghhh fuck, I want more. Wanâ cocks. Need your cocksâ they have officially broken their pure and innocent { reader} and they loved it. You were now a babbling slut whoâs about to sleep all of their cocks inside of your hole.
Aizawa pulled out a bit so the camera could see how fluttering your hole is and the shape it was forming now. The butt plug looked so damn good on camera too. Aizawa tapped your pussy with his cock one time and pushed inside of you, now climbing on top of the bed. His hands gripped your legs and held them up so he could press you into a mating press. Yuushi pulled the butt plus out slowly and you moaned inside screaming meaning your hole was semi prepared to take his cock.
Yuushi bent down to spit on your ass hole prior to sticking his tongue out to lick around the ring. You shuddered and tried to move up and down since Aizawa stopped a bit to let Yuushi inside of you behind him.
Yuushi then shoved his tongue inside, savoring your taste and loving it. You never got your pussy and ass eaten until today. They were so damn freaky and nasty. You liked it.
Yuushi stood up and placed the tip of his cock on your hole prior to putting a little lube on his cock. He pushed in slowly and your scream got captured on Tojiâs cock in your mouth as he stood on the side. His cock was shoved down your throat and your moans were muffled, â Oh yeah, this mouth so fucking good, suck me just like that whore.â
Your tongue swiped back and forth under his dick and over his vein makjj in my him stagger just a bit, â A vixen. A fucking vixen with a mouth like a vice.â
â Pussy too.â, Aizawa says as he went back to fucking your pussy. White and pink juices from the blood and cream were beginning to form around his cock and he loved it.
â Ass too. The Tightess pussy and ass we havenât fucked in years. Shit!â, Yuushi says as he fucked into your ass more faster now. You were in love with how Aizawa was holding your legs down while his balls bounced against your ass. You were sure that his balls were touching Yuushiâs cock fucking your ass open and yet neither of them cared. You liked that as well. You were in love with how Tojiâs dick was moving in and out of your mouth, when he went out of your mouth he circled his hips before snapping into your mouth creating lewd noises you knew was gonna make so much noise when this video dropped.
Benimaru was getting a hand job from you and that was almost enough. He knew Aizawa was on the verge of cumming and he was gonna slide right into you when he pulled out. â She looks so slutty, you make me wanna fuck you all day and night.â
â No fucking breaks.â, Toji grunted out as he looked down to see your fucked out face taking their cocks.
â Unless you yell the safe word, strawberry. Wanna fuck you until you canât walk no more.â, Aizawa says as he fucked you three more times, â Oh fuck, thatâs a good girl for making me cum. Shit!â
You moaned when you felt him empty himself inside of your fluttering hole. Aizawa laid on you for 6 swings before slowly pulling out. Your legs were shaking and Toji slapped it making you cry out. In response he chuckled, â We ainât done.â
Just when you thought to relax your legs, Benimaru climbed up on the bed and position his dick over your hole and pushed in, loving the way your mouth detached from Tojiâs cock or scream out, â Aughhhnn keep fucking me, Mr. Yoshi and sir.â
The director was astonished that you acted like you didnât know Benimaru name as you got fucked by him. You were still trying to follow the script and he admired that. Oh, how you are gonna be fun to work with.
Benimaru slapped your tits as he slammed his dick up and down into your pussy, â Itâs Benimaru to you. Fuckkk-ahhh, youâve been holding this pussy back from me and I donât like it.â You whimpered because you were so turned on and still you needed more cocks. You brain was even turning to mush as Yuushi and Benimaru kept fucking into you. Both moving at a fast pace.
â I- I havenât pleaseuhhhh. Keep fucking like that, get me pregnant. Hahhh breed me.â, You were moaning those words like you meant it and you didnât but they thought you did so they went even harder.
Nothing but groans, moans, and skin slapping sounds were echoing around the room. This felt so surreal to everyone watching and involved. You were so busy getting fucked out that you couldnât see, the crowd of people watching you take all of their cocks now since Toji had his thighs on each side of your head, drilling into your mouth and Aizawa had your hands playing with his wet and cream filled cock.
The crowd consisted of the directors, crew members, and other co-stars like Touya, Eren, Levi, Obi, Konro who was smiling, Mirko, Midnight, Gojo, Mic, Miche, Shoko, Etc. they were enticed by how pretty you sounded and how real it sounds.
They all loved the way your body responded to these four. Benimaru gripped your boobs as he fucked your pussy, kissing the cervix so painful but good. You felt like an onahole and you never thought you wouldâve liked that feeling.
â Fuck I think Iâm gonna cum. Sheâs such a fucking good girl. Shit, Iâm cumming baby.â, Yuushi groaned as he fucked and came into your now gaping hole. Granted it was small but it was still gaping.
Benimaru nails were digging into your boobs making your groan in ecstasy, his body was so sweaty and red and he knew your legs were hurting and shaking but that only added to his pleasure of knowing heâs making you this way, he showed off when he swirled his hips and bounced one more time before cumming inside of your pussy, â Thatâs it, lemme breed this pretty pussy, isnât that what you wanted.â He smirked when you nodded your head as you came in his dick from his pounding and Yuushiâs pounding. You came at the same time Toji came.
â Fuck this fucking mouth, ha hughhhnnn. Fuck!â, He yelled as he slammed his dick in your mouth, staying there for a minute. It looked like you were suffocating for a bit before he slid his soft cock out of your mouth letting you breathe.
Benimaru slid his cock out of your pussy letting the camera catch his, Aizawaâs, and your white fluids leak out of your abused pussy.
Yuushi did the same, not prior to slapping your ass making your whimper at the contact. Your ass felt sore and your pussy and legs did as well.
Aizawa came on your face almost catching your eyes, â Fuck, came two times today. Fuck!â
You panted as the camera leaned over your head to get a shot of your fucked out face and body before the camera man threw his thumb up letting everyone know itâs a wrap.
Everyone smiled and congratulated you on shooting your first ever porno as Toji was willing you down. You whispered tiredly, thank you for making Toji smile. Toji then picked you up and the rest of the men followed him out the room and down the stairs to the other main door and out the scene room completely.
â where are we going?â, You tiredly asked as you felt your body going up and down as he walked to the bathroom. The bathroom with the bath and shower thankfully.
â We gotta get you a clean and comfortable doll, canât have you passing out because of the lack of proper aftercare. So just lay back and relax.â, Tojii said as he handed you to Yuushi. You didnât know how much these men lifted, but you knew it had to be a lot to carelessly carry you around.
You closed your eyes as you felt a kiss on your forehead and then another one on your cheek.
â You did so well, sweet heart.â, Aizawa whispers.
â nah I would say she did amazing for her first time with everything. Thank you for letting us be your first.â, Benimaru said and Aizawa nodded his head.
You smiled with your eyes closed, â I made the right choice.â
They knew you were on your way to slumber but they smiled at what you said until they heard your phone buzz in your pocket. Toji, who had your clothes, took your phone out and read the text message.
â Well well well, guess weâre all going to a dinner tomorrow boys.â, Toji says as he showed them the text your mother sent you as a reminder for attending her dinner so she could set you up with what should be your brother fling.
All of the men smirked, some let out a small one. Cough cough Aizawa. They were glad that finally got you and they werenât planning on letting you go.
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â Come on pretty girl, give me one more.â, Toji whispered in your ear as you sat on the bathroom sink in your parents house trying to cover your mouth. You didnât want your parents to know how disrespectful you were being right now.
Your moans were muffled as he kept your legs spreaded for his entire body to fit inside of them. His dick felt so good with you wrapped around him. He almost wanted to pound you for hours using this same position, filling you up nonstop.
â Fuuuchhhhmmm!â, your moans were gibberish and muffled to the point you thought you were learning a new language. Toji heard the squelching sounds your pussy made and grunted in satisfaction knowing he had their girl all to himself right now.
â Give me what I want baby, let go for me and let me cum in that pussy of yours.â, he grabbed your neck with one hand and your hair with the other. Yanking your head back, he nipped at your neck desperately letting out his grunts and moans you were getting him to release from his throat.
â I canât. Ohhmmmm I canât, I canât.â, You maimed as your eyes began to water from how much the pleasure was taking a toll on your mind. His dick felt like it was punching inside of you with how loud the slapping of skin on skin was becoming much louder. His thrusts were building up in power and your pussy was getting more wetter.
Once he let go of your hair, still panting and moshing your name in your neck, he reached down to your fat pussyâ rubbing your pussy in calm circular motions. You screamed into your hand once the water came spraying out your pussy whilst your body was shaking violently.
You could feel Toji smiling against your skin as his teeth grazed your skin. He knew he could make you do more and thatâs what he was about to do as he pumped his dick inside you. When he pulled out, heâd drag his dick out slowly before pushing back inside of you while his hips moved in a circular motion. Heâs too damn good and you knew you were about to cum.
â i thought you said one more timeeeeahhhuhh.â, You maimed out as he continued to fuck and tease your soaking pussy.
Toji laughed in your neck before bringing his eyes to meet yours, â my fault princess, I forgot. This pussy of yours is soul taking, canât help it.â He stopped rubbing your clit and brought his hands to your ass, and grabbed it with both hands. Squeezing your ass in his large hands that had two cold silver rings on them, you were in heaven. Toji pushed all of his cock inside of your hole making your cream push out on his dick.
â Fuck Iâm gonna flood this pussy with my cum baby. Need to cumâ wanna cum. Fuahhhckkk.â, He moaned in your ear one last time before he came inside of your pussy shoving all of his thick ass size into your hole. He gripped your ass cheeks like he never wanted to let go, his eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes when he came inside of you. You felt his finger nails going into your ass and moaned at the impact and the feeling of him filling you to the brim. Both of you guys were panting and breathing loudly as the silence engulfed the bathroom.
Toji looked back down at you because he had his head tilted back a little. He admired your beauty for five seconds prior to kissing you. As you two swiped your tongues over each other, a loud bang was heard and Yuushiâs voice followed, â Next time you two run off, make sure itâs not obvious. Now wrap it up because I have to pee and her father is wondering where sheâs at. I think her mom knows whatâs going on because she keeps directing the conversation whenever he asks and she also keeps smirking at all of us, itâs getting weird.â
You laughed against Toji's lips knowing very well why your mother was looking at them. She wanted to pick out the father of an unborn child she wants you to have. You couldnât even think about inviting them because your brother insisted you did when you told him about losing your virginity to them. Toji chuckled and kissed your lips one last time, â Thank you, princess.â
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what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???
THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT
And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like⌠what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Yâall make me smile so much I swear
Side note: Iâm so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.
Side side note: if yâall saw me post this without the photo headerâŚ. No you didnât
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Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758
Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.
Jasonâs pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.
It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.
He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.
All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.
Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.
Heâs aware that thereâs this⌠itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.
Jason Todd doesnât count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.
He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesnât have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.
His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.
You arenât in bed.
He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.
The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.
Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.
Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.
He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldnât otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.
You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriendâs large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.
âWant a glass, too?â
Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.
He just wants you back in bed with him.
He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.
You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"
He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.
Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.
Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.
You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.
He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.
Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you couldâve just asked, you know."
Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.
You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.
Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.
Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.
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pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: six years ago, when they placed that sorting hat on your head, nobody expected for it to assign the muggleborn to the slytherin house, but it did. six years later, you find yourself as alone as the day you walked through those doors. little did you expect the prince of slytherin, the pureblood maniac himself, gojo satoru, to be the one to coincidentally fill your empty hours.
warnings: gojo is a pureblooded slytherin, slight angst, slight messy makeout
word count: 12.6k
note: part two is out now! comments and reblogs are always appreciated! thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading as always!
part two
slytherin!gojo masterlist + jjk masterlist
When you were little, all the strange and peculiar things that happened to you, such as Ms. Bromsely, the awful maths teacher's desk going up in flames, or Patricia Gallaghers rings disintegrating after she teased your dress, were chalked up to chance or just something else.
Your mother was too busy covering extra shifts down at the pub to worry about it, so she rarely made an occurrence to the meetings your headmaster had scheduled, resulting in very awkward meetings with just you as you were explained how peculiar it was that you always seemed to be in the middle of all these weird occurrences.
So when that brown spotted owl almost crashed into your bedroom window at the ripe age of eleven, explaining that you were chosen to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you suspected that one of your classmates was playing a cruel joke on you, but alas, it turned out to be very real.Â
You were whisked away soon enough, stumbling your way in some sort of haze through Diagon Alley, and then in a blink of your eyes, you found yourself waving goodbye to your mother from that red train, on your way to a life you may have only imagined when you were younger, dreaming of a place far away from where you were.
And you loved it.
The feasts, the history-soken steps that you walked on every day to get to class, the little town that was within walking distance that you could go to every weekend.Â
While most of the students here had been introduced to this early on in their lives, you hadnât. Your mother was just as shocked and as bewildered as you were all those years ago, and given your special circumstances, sometimes you wondered if you were yet to see the thick of it, wondering if some things were hidden from you given your upbringing, given your blood.
But you blinked out of your stupor, being brought down from your daydream to the sound of quills scratching, the smell of faint smoke burning in the background, and the quiet sounds of different animals in their cages. All of these tall-tell signs of the transfiguration classroom.Â
After years of spending time in this classroom, it slowly became one that youâd look forward to, and despite most Slytherins having an aptitude for potions or defense against the dark arts, transfiguration was where you shined the best.
The light that carded through the high arching windows illuminated the desks, and you were glad seeing how the back of the classrooms was usually the most poorly lit place. Unfortunately, theyâre the only places you found yourself sitting throughout the years, which is just another reason why this specific classroom in itself brought you a slight sense of comfort.Â
â...cross-species and inter-species transfiguration is one of the most difficult, if not the most difficult, sort of transfiguration to achieve. Even the most accomplished witches and wizards find themselves struggling with it,â you watched as Professor McGonagall walked around the front of the classroom, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun behind her head, her emerald robes swaying behind her like green waves, âThe only way we were able to replicate this form of magic is through ancient runes.âÂ
Her eyes raked over all the students of the class, to make sure that everybody was understanding the weight of her words. As seventh years it was expected that you all would be ready to face the challenges of such a high-level class. But especially with Professor McGonagall, seeing just how difficult her classes usually were.Â
âOf course, this was all covered during your fourth years, so I hope that some of you,â she gave a knowing look over her glasses, âRemember your lessons.âÂ
You momentarily caught her eyes.
You squirmed in your seat, knowing that her displeased look was directed to the Gryffindorâs sitting next to you. The boy to your left had his mouth open in a large yawn, promptly shutting it when McGonagall looked at him, and the girl to your right was busily finicking with a piece of parchment, trying to figure out how to enchant it so that it could turn into a swan to send to her boyfriend who was sitting across the class.Â
You loved Hogwarts. Most of the time.Â
The reason why you usually found yourself at the back of class, sitting with people you barely knew, and the reason why you were yet to experience most of the core memories other witches and wizards your age experienced was because you werenât welcomed the way other would be by their assorted houses.Â
Nearly six years ago, when Professor McGonagall placed that sorting hat on your head, you didnât know what to expect.Â
You had heard from some of the people that you sat near on the train that Gryffindor was best. Of course, the boy who said it came from a family of Gryffindors, but his friends seemed to agree with him. Ravenclaw was only for the smart people, which you hoped you might be sorted into and Huffelpuffs were known for their loyalty, which, judging by your mother's statement about how you dared to leave home, you didnât have much of.Â
But the Slytherin house seemedâŚforbidden.Â
At least for you, anyways.Â
âAnd what about that girl we saw?â One of the boys pointed outside the carriage window into the little hall outside, pointing to a much older girl wearing green robes, walking with some other friends who wore adorning colors, âWhat house is she in?âÂ
The other boy, who seemed to have the most knowledge out of anyone, scoffed, shaking his head.Â
âNot for you, sorry,â he leaned in closer as if he were telling a secret. You tried to listen in, not making it obvious seeing how you werenât any of their friends and how this was the only cart available with space, âThatâs the Slytherin house.âÂ
âWhyâs it not for me?â The other boy argued, his face pulled into a scowl.
âWell, Slytherins are many things. Ambitious, cunning,â the other boy said but shook his head disapprovingly, âBut above all else, theyâre all purebloods. Some are half-bloods, but even thatâs rare. Youâre coming from a muggle family. My father works at the ministry, and he says that some of the people in his department who were Slytherin still despise muggle-borns and muggles even long after theyâve left.â
So you had a basic understanding of what to expect. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor.
But when the hat cried out âSlytherin!â you almost jumped in your seat, looking behind you at the professor, your face of hesitancy surely mirroring hers.Â
And you soon found out that the boy on the train (who was sorted into Gryffindor, big shock), was right. Word spread quickly that a muggle-born was sorted into Slytherin, the first in centuries, and that it surely mustâve been a mistake.Â
But the sorting hat doesnât go back on its word, and what was said was done. So six and a bit years later you found yourself as the pariah of your own house and were forced to fade into the background to avoid any further trouble.Â
â...and this is the one project in which Iâm having you work with partners, picked by me, of course. The research that is needed to go into this is too much to be done alone.â Professor McGonagall continued, and you perked up in your seat a little bit, your brows furrowing at her words.Â
You felt a part of your heart race at the thought. Normally when professors assigned partners, it either left you with a fellow Slyhterin who hated your existence and forced you to do the project on your own, or somebody from another house who didnât know you and forced you to do the project on your own.Â
Your tongue felt heavy as she began reading off the paired names on her list, your hands becoming clammy.Â
âMiss Finnegan and Mister Belton. Miss OâShea and Miss Adan,â The girl next to you, who you quickly pieced together was Leila OâShea groaned, her face depleted as she realized she wasnât going to be paired with her boyfriend, and you watched as she sulkily went to the other girl's desk.Â
You listened in anticipation as she went down the list, your heart beating loudly and comically in your chest the closer it seemed that she was getting to the end.Â
âMister Reeve and Mister Thompson,â she paused momentarily as she watched the two boys clap each other on the back, her lips threatening to quirk up into a smile, just waiting to read what foolishness they were going to write, âMiss Ward and Mister Green,â you felt like you might be getting off the hook, that maybe she took pity on you but it all came crashing down when she looked at you, a knowing look in her eyes far worse than pity as she read your name along with perhaps the singular person you wouldâve paid all your money to not be paired with,Â
ââŚwill be with Mister Gojo,â you heard some of your housemates laugh out loud, some of them pushing at the boy and ruffling his hair as if he were the one that was going to face the brute of everything. He sat near the front, and you could see a flash of his white hair as he begrudgingly began to pack his things up, having no choice but to sit next to you seeing how the seats next to him were filled up.Â
You watched as she rolled the piece of parchment back up as if she hadnât just sentenced your public execution, and she raised a singular thin brow at the faces that were looking back at her, âWell? Get a move on. This essay is due in a month.â
You tried to take in a deep breath, your eyes trained on the blank piece of parchment in front of you as if you couldnât hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to you, as if you didnât just feel his robes brush up against your legs as he sunk into his seat.
This canât possibly be happening.
Anybody wouldâve been better than him. Even Marley Petterson and her constant poking and teasing about how your clothes were held together by scraps, and how you mustâve lived with mud people before you came to Hogwarts wouldâve been better than him. Being forced to be a partner with the Prince of Slytherin was torture, and you wonder if after all these years Professor McGonagall was just now starting to show her distaste towards you.Â
That day on the train was the first time you heard his name.Â
âYou see that boy? The one with the white hair?â The boy discreetly pointed out the window to one of the kids standing outside your cart. All the other boys hurriedly nodded, each craning their necks to get a better look at him, âHeâs a Gojo. He comes from a line of Slytherins, each one worse than the one before. Theyâre purebloods, obviously. You wouldnât find a speck of anything else in them. Theyâre rich too, filthy rich. They could buy this school if they wanted to.â All the other boys guffawed, but he seemed serious as if this stranger's family was nothing to be taken lightly.Â
âWhen it comes to Slytherins, there are four families to be wary of. Thereâs the Gaunts and the Malfoys. Thereâs the noble house of Black, but lastlyâŚthem. House Gojo is one that every other wizarding family steers away from.â
After the day you were sorted you also quickly realized why most wizarding families stayed away from them. His word seemed to be law, and all the other Slytherins, especially those in his inner circle, held him to it.Â
You peeked from the corner of your eye, watching as he unpacked all his supplies, his face contorted in obvious anger and disgust, and you thickly swallowed. You had done a good job in staying away from him these past couple of months, fortunate enough to only be called a mudblood and an offense to their ancient house a couple of times by him and his posse.Â
His left-hand ring finger almost caught your eye in the sun, the gold ring with his house emblem shining brightly, a clear reminder of your difference with him, and you tried to hide your old school bag, riddled with holes and stains, something you just couldnât replace.Â
When he was done unpacked, he sat there for a couple of seconds, the silence between the two of you thick and heavy. You felt like you could choke on it, your fingers twitching to do something, to leave.
â...this is insulatingâŚâ he was talking to himself, shaking his head in disbelief as you sat awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Gojo Satoru wasnât one for many words. You had observed him from afar, long enough to see that aside from the occasional words heâd exchange with his closest friends or the few times heâd mutter traitor under his breath when the two of you locked eyes, he was a more brooding type of person.Â
When he was angry, he hid it well. His cheeks mightâve flushed a bit, his nose flaring, but he never made an outburst. Which is why, at this moment, you could tell that he wasnât in a particularly elated mood.Â
âIâŚâ you started, your mouth going dry at the way his eyes snapped to you, cold and cruel, âI can do the essay. Iâll get it done in timeâŚif you want.âÂ
Most times your partners would just tell you to do the work, expecting (and knowing), youâd just say yes and go along with your day. But here, you couldnât afford to let your guard down, rather having your pride be bitten at rather than your overall self.Â
You heard him snort, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he rolled his eyes.Â
âWhat? And have you do everything wrong?â His voice was hushed and clipped as if talking to you a second longer than needed would ruin him and everything he and his family stand for.Â
He unrolled his piece of parchment, opening up his book as he kept his head down.Â
âWell, Iâm fairly decent with transfiguration,â you spoke up, trying for a smile that quickly fell when you felt his eyes burn into yours. For most of your time at Hogwarts, the only times youâve ever really spoken to Gojo was when he was hurling insults at you, his words spurred on by his group of friends behind him.Â
Gojo Satoru knew his worth. He knew that his family name would last through centuries and that the gold his family owned could buy out the entire ministry if they wanted to. Those around him treated him as such; as if his word was law. It also didnât help that he was incredibly charming, growing into his looks over the years.Â
You watched as he grew taller, his lanky figure now filled out with muscles that you could sometimes see through the baggy uniform. His eyes were always a topic of conversation, the infamous Gojo blue. His arctic white hair grew a little longer, sometimes falling in his face when he wasnât aware. He was gorgeous, and you couldnât even lie to yourself that he wasnât.
Aside from his looks, he was also freakishly smart. If he hadnât been sorted into Slytherin you were sure that Ravenclaw wouldâve been fitting for him as well. He was always top of the class with Oâs on every exam.Â
Above all else, he knew his difference from everybody else. Even his closest (pureblooded) friends weren't even near his level. Even before he could walk, heâs been told of this. Not only that but heâs been told of the vileness of muggleborns. How their nature threatens the very fabric of wizarding society, and how muggles who have somehow been blessed with magical abilities are below humans, that they donât deserve the rights every other witch and wizard has.Â
Which means that you, the sole muggle-born in Slytherin, stood against everything Gojo Satoru believed. You were an abnormality, inhuman, somebody that he should resent for even existing.
âWell, we could always divide the workâŚ?â You offered, your feet anxiously bouncing on the ground as you waited for his response. One of the blessings of sitting so far away from everyone else is that sure, they looked over to see how this was going, but at least they couldnât listen in as you embarrassed yourself even further.Â
His eyes darted over to your paper, blinking once, deep in thought.Â
He sighed deeply through his nose, swallowing thickly as he gave you a singular, curt nod.Â
âHm,â he hummed, not even sparing you a glance as he began going to work, his pen scratching against the paper as his eyes began reading over the page, âBut Iâll read what you write,â he said quickly, âI refuse to have my rank tank just because you mudbloods canât do your work properly.âÂ
Mudblood Â
After six years of it, you know you shouldâve gotten used to it, but the stinging in your chest would argue otherwise.Â
Your shoulders sank, eyes falling to the ground as your fingers fidgeted. You murmured something inaudible as you opened your book to the page McGonagall instructed you to.Â
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The days moved on and everything continued as it always did.Â
The essay you had to write with Gojo was a slight hindrance in your usual schedule, but the two of you worked in silence in class and never interacted outside of it. Sometimes when his elbow would accidentally bump into yours as the two of you were busy writing heâd make a sort of noise in the back of his throat, his hand snatching back quickly as if you had somehow burnt him, but that was the most of your interactions.Â
Sometimes when you were in the common rooms, late at night, you could hear him talking with his friends, talking about how heinous and ridiculous it was that McGonagall paired the two of you together, but you tried to ignore it.
That following week you found yourself back in the transfiguration classroom, working away quietly as you tried to understand the scriptures on the pages you had to read. You found yourself lucky that this subject was the one you might have some sort of talent in, seeing that this sort of ancient magic was just as difficult as McGonagall made it out to be.Â
You heard some mumbling next to you, your eyes discreetly looking over at your partner, only to find his head in his hands as his brows furrowed in both annoyance and confusion.Â
â...what does thisâŚ?â You heard him say to himself, watching as he flipped the page back and forth as if he was missing something.Â
You looked back at your work, the talking around the room drowning out whatever it was that Gojo was saying to himself.Â
Or at least you tried to drown out the noise, if not for the fact that your partner made some sort of sudden movement that managed to knock his ink bottle down, spilling ink all over the table. You moved your work to the side, watching as some of the ink soaked into your robes.
âFuck,â he snapped, moving suddenly from his chair so that the ink would drip onto his clothes, âdamn it,â he looked around almost helplessly, his hands clenching in anger after seeing all his hard work soaked up in black.Â
âWait,â you suddenly say, your arm outstretching over his body, watching as his head snaps over to you, âStop moving for a second.â
He didnât have much time to bite back at how dare you order him around because you had already begun to pull out your wand, flicking it on a quick movement as you murmured âtergeo,â watching as the ink slowly yet surely began clumping up in the middle of the table, going back with snake-like movements into its bottle.Â
There was a beat of silence.Â
Gojo sat still in his seat, his lips pursing as he finally let out a deep breath. He pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing at his eyes.Â
âThanks,â he said, but it seemed like he had to bite the word out, choking on it as if thanking you was taking too much of his mental willpower to do.Â
You nodded briefly, still watching him as he settled back into his seat.Â
âUh,â you scratched at the back of your neck, knowing that youâd probably regret asking this in a matter of seconds, but somehow not able to stop yourself as you continue talking, âI donât mean to be rude, or intrude, but is everything alright?â
You hold your breath as you watch Gojo sigh, his eyes shutting briefly. You braced yourself to be snapped at, to be victim to yet another reminder of how much youâve tarnished the Slytherin name, but he just shakes his head.Â
âNo,â he seethes, but when he peeks over at you he licks his lips, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he grabs his papers, moving it over to the middle of you two as he motions to it, âEverything is not alright. Somethingâs wrong with the bookâŚand I have no idea what. Iâve read this page at least twenty times and it makes no bloody sense to me,âÂ
You try to hide your surprise.Â
Thatâs probably the most heâs ever spoken to you without any mention of your muggle heritage.Â
You move in a little closer to look at what heâs pointing to. You try not to heat up under his stare, squinting your eyes as you try to make sense of what it was he was writing, trying to hide your reactions when you realize that he was doing most of it wrong.Â
The point of this essay was to learn about the origins of cross-species transfiguration, and eventually an animagus transformation and how it even came to be.Â
You had to reference at least five other books and scrolls to piece together the correct herbs and spells needed to even begin the process. McGonagall honestly probably told everybody to reference the textbook because there was nothing in it. This essay was a testament to how many people went out of their way to learn about the true nature of transfiguration.Â
What Gojo had written was something you were sure almost everybody else was writing as well, a mistake you almost made. His research was simple and black and white, and he was getting everything wrong because he was missing at least ten different very important points.Â
âSo,â you swallowed nervously, chewing on your already chapped lips, âYou have the main ideas down,â which was a lie, âBut there are just some things-â Before you could even finish your sentence the bell tower chimed once, twice, and then a final time, telling everybody that their class was over.Â
All around you people began hurriedly packing up, surely excited for lunch, the chatter of conversations growing in volume, and you didnât have to look at Professor McGonagall to know that she was irked by her student's sudden enthusiasm to leave.Â
Gojo sat motionless, still looking over at you, waiting impatiently for you to finish.Â
âIâŚâ you scratched at your hands, âI canât go over everything right now, but tomorrow Iâll bring in the other-â He raised his hand, packing up his bag as he cut you off.Â
âNo, not tomorrow, Iâm already behind,â you watched as he shoved his papers into his leather bag, âJust explain it now.âÂ
You wanted to laugh, not knowing how long it might take to explain your twisted thinking process to him and you doubted he wanted to stay in this classroom with you for a minute longer.Â
âWell, thereâs quite a bit of things,â you searched for the right word, âMissing. I have to study for the potions exam right now, but Iâm going to be in the library tonight anyway. I could show you thenâŚ?âÂ
You stood at your chair, your eyes looking up into his, wavering.Â
What did you just do? Surely heâd laugh now in your face, roll his eyes at how absurd it was that you could even suggest such a thing, just as he usually does.
Instead, he looks at you, then at his paper, and then at yours, which is at least three pages long at this point. Heâd never admit it out loud, but you were understanding this assignment better than him and nobody in his group seemed to understand it as well as you were.Â
âFine,â he runs a hand through his hair, the white sticking out between his fingers like snow perched on grass.
Your brows furrow, your lips pursing together in sudden confusion.Â
âWhat, okay,â you fiddle with your fingers, tugging on them in that anxious way you always do, watching him tighten the straps on his bag, âBut wait, what timeâŚâ You try to call out but he has already left, his robes swaying behind him as you stand alone at your seat.
You slowly begin to pack up, your thoughts running at what you have just done.
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The potions exam went well enough, but you couldnât stress out about it too much right now.Â
After dinner (which you ate earlier than most, too anxious to be late), you made your way to the library, found a table near the back, somewhere that didnât get a lot of foot traffic, and set up your workstation for the time being.Â
Amongst many of the amenities Hogwarts had, the library was one of them you loved dearly.Â
It wasnât usually too busy, but it filled up quickly the night before some exams. But you didnât mind it, you liked being surrounded by people. In the Slytherin common rooms, you usually had to wait until everybody had filtered out or had gone to bed before you could make your way down, not wanting to face their icy looks or the way theyâd talk behind their hands when you were near, so you opted to be in the library above anything else.Â
The muted sounds of pages turning, of people talking in hushed whispers, and the books that would sometimes rearrange themselves were calming. You liked the candles that were lit carefully around the large room, illuminating it deep into the night.Â
You made sure that the work you had already written was set out, your quill resting straightly adjacent to it, your ink pot above it. Your pile of books sat neatly to the left. You wanted to seem as organized and as composed as you could, this might be your one chance to show the prince of Slytherin that you werenât the slob he must imagine you as.Â
The clock on the wall ticks, and you note that itâs nearly ten minutes till five. You chew on your lips, cracking your fingers as you keep your eyes trained on the door, waiting for the familiar mop of white hair to appear.Â
After the first ten minutes, you begin fidgeting again, moving your papers centimeters above where they were as if they could appear any straighter. You werenât wearing the usual house robes, and you hoped that your decision didnât cause him to walk in, scan the area, and leave because he didnât see what he expected to see.Â
But you pushed those worries aside, just doing your best to watch the people who filed in and out of the large double doors.Â
After the clock struck six, you began to stop looking at the doors, instead choosing to just get some work done while you were here, and opened up one of the books. Of course, he probably just lied just because he wanted to. There might be some of his friends standing outside, snickering as they watched you wait stupidly.Â
You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling like an idiot.
For the next half hour, you busied yourself with reading about the start of the animagus process, about the mandrake leaf, and the strenuous process of keeping it on your tongue for an entire month.Â
Around you, you could hear the scrapping of chairs on the floor, and how most of the people were beginning to leave seeing that it was getting pretty late. The library closes promptly at eight, and although it was an hour till that happened, most people left till then.Â
Your eyes flitted to the door, not seeing anybody, and deflated.Â
Stupid, you repeated in your head.Â
So you began shutting the books strewn out in front of you, packing them all up in your bag as you rubbed at your tired eyes. Madam Pince also made a deal if you left any ink splotches on the table, so you cast a quick tergeo charm to clean up any spots you mightâve missed.Â
âYouâre leaving?âÂ
You looked up from the table, eyes squinting to see his tall figure standing in front of you, his face flushed red, sweat dotting on his brow bone as a bit of his hair stuck to his face. Gojo was panting, his chest heaving up and down as if he had just run across the entire castle, and his brows were creasing in the middle, looking down at you as you seized your packing.Â
You note his green quidditch robes and muddy boots.Â
âI, um,â you looked at the nearly empty table in front of you, and you shook your head, giving him a small smile, âNo, no, I just got here.âÂ
He looked at your bag, as if not believing you, but not caring too much as he hummed in the back of throat, rounding the table, and plopped himself down in the seat in front of you.Â
Wordlessly, Gojo began taking out his supplies, and you figured you might as well, setting everything back up to where you initially had it. You watched as he slyly looked around the two of you, his shoulder becoming less tense when he realized it truly was just the two of you left in the library.Â
âPractice took up too much time,â he mindlessly explains, a clear explanation for why he looked so different from the put-together self he usually is. He pushed some of his hair out of his face, his breathing still a little erratic.Â
You nod, swallowing thickly as you pretend to understand the ins and outs of quidditch.Â
You were aware that amongst one of the many things Gojo could do, on his long lists of talents (which if there was a list would consist of his ability to speak five languages or his incredible ability to calm any creature down), was that he was an amazing seeker.Â
While you werenât very familiar with how quidditch worked, despite trying to best to follow along with others' conversations as you listened in, you could understand that his forte on a broomstick wasnât talked about just because he was Gojo Satoru.Â
He was fast on his broomstick, and thought it could be chalked up to the fact that every year he came to practice with the newest model, he could whize past anybody. He was nimble as well. With how large his hands were, larger than the other house seekers, he was able to secure a win for almost every single match ever since he got recruited. Last year he was named captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, so you were able to piece together that he got held up with the recent tryouts.
âThatâs um,â you scratch at your arm awkwardly, âThatâs alrightâŚokay so Iâll try to be as quick as I can, but thereâs a lot that McGonagall wants us to do,â you start slowly, letting his get situated as you push forward the first book that helped you out, âOh, that textbook doesnât helpâŚright now,â you quickly said as you saw him pull out the assigned reading, saw how he looked at you for a second, his face scrunching up in an unreadable emotion.Â
âThis one is good, though,â you motion to the one in front of you.Â
Gojoâs movements are slow as he takes it, eyes scanning over the title until he looks back at you.Â
He doesnât do much talking, you decide.Â
âThis book covers cross-species transfiguration, but it briefly mentions inter-species transfiguration. But the author referenced this one,â you pull out the other hefty textbook, sliding it over to him, âAnd this covers all things related to inter-species transfiguration and then goes into animagus transfigurations.âÂ
You pause, biting your cheek to stop you from rambling on. Transfiguration was something that you could talk about forever and ever, and youâd never really talked about out loud to anybody else up until now.Â
âMcGonagall said that the essay was on inter-species, she never mentioned animagus transfiguration,â Gojo said suddenly, pushing the two textbooks back, letting out a heavy sigh as if this was all a waste of his time.
You nod slowly, picking at some of the skin around your nails.
âR-right, and youâre right,â you quickly sputter, nodding, âBut because cross-species and inter-species transfiguration are so close together, I doubt that this was what she wanted our month-long essay to be about. Which is why,â you pull out some old essays you had done earlier in the year, âI referenced back to these animagus essayâs we had done. I mean, she wouldnât introduce us to the topic and then drop it for no particular reason, right? I suspect she wanted us to piece the two and two together.â
Gojo gently took the papers from your outstretched hand, his eyes raking over your words, and then back to the textbooks. He seemed to read it intently as if things were slowly starting to click for him.Â
âWhich is why the textbook she gave us isnât really helpful, because it resembles more of an herbology textbook rather than transfiguration. So I think that this textbook, if anything, should be referenced at the end of the essay, seeing how it mentions the mandrake leaf and the properties of the chrysalis of a Deathâs-head Hawk Moth. Itâs all instructions on how to become an animagus without saying it.â
His eyes, a different shade of blue in the candlelight, watched your every moment. He listened carefully as you eventually did end up rambling, watching the way your face, on its own accord, twisted into a proud smile at your clever handiwork.Â
You abruptly stop to catch a breath and glance up at him apologetically.Â
âIâm sorry, I went too fast,â you shake your head, rubbing your temple in your hands, tired from staring at textbooks for as long as youâve had.Â
âNoâŚit made sense,â Gojo murmurs suddenly, his lips pulled into a thin line as he quickly looks away from you, back down to his work which was now surely long after your in-depth analysis, twisting and turning that gold ring on his finger, the one he always wore, the symbol of his family crest as he looked through the books you had offered him.Â
You stay silent, not knowing what to do, resting back in your seat, picking your nails.Â
âWell, thatâs all of it,â you rub your hands against your pants, your dry eyes blinking a couple of times, yearning for sleep.
âYou couldâve said this during class,â he said, still reading, his attention preoccupied, as if this was a hindrance to him.Â
You wet your lips, trying not to clench your hand in anger, frustration, and years of pent-up emotions, as you slowly nod, pulling the leather strap of your bag over your shoulders as you begin to stand up.Â
âRight, sorry,â you apologize quietly, taken aback when he suddenly looks up at you, as if startled but you didnât feel like spending any more in the presence of someone who despised you anyways, âgoodnight,â you bid farewell, not noticing how he had opened his mouth to say something, scurrying out of the library as you make your way back to the common rooms before he could.
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The next day at transfigurations, the two of you didnât speak to one another at the beginning of class, like normal.Â
You took out your books like normal, as did he, and began writing silently, like normal. Everything was going normally until he suddenly paused, his hand wavering above his essay as he set his quill down, turning his head over to you.
âCan I see what youâve written?âÂ
You stop writing, eyes darting to the side as if you had misheard him.
Gojo points to the papers youâve been working on as if you didnât understand his first command.Â
Wordlessly, you pass it over to him.Â
He reads it over a couple of times, flipping through your endless pages, muttering some words to himself now and then. You would wager that compared to other people you had made far more progress in terms of how much youâd compiled, so you werenât necessarily worried about the time restraint on this essay.Â
You couldnât say the same for him, however.Â
Youâve never seen him look so intense, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed in clear concentration. He almost seemed frustrated, and it was a strange thing to see from somebody so usually put together.Â
âOur work together is too divided, it looks like we havenât been working with each other,â Gojo says as if that wasnât purely what was the issue.Â
You didnât say anything, wanting to see what idea heâd propose.
âI need to finish the rest of these texts,â he jutted his chin to the textbooks you had given him last night, âWe can work on the essay after classes are over, in the common room.âÂ
A part of you wanted to laugh at him as if he had just joked.Â
But Gojo Satoru was not a joking sort of person. You rarely saw him smiling, even when with his friends, and it was even rarer for him to say something of any comedic value. Which could only mean that he was being serious and that he truly was proposing to work in the common rooms withâŚyou.
A little snort escapes your lips, looking at him as if he were crazy. He looked at you as if you were the crazy one.
âI donât go to the common rooms after class, itâs too busy,â you explained slowly to him, wondering if he was daft and even after all this time didnât take the time to understand your situation.Â
He blinked, eyes narrowing.Â
â...and?âÂ
Your head tilted to the side, confused.Â
âWellâŚthereâs people there,â you explain even further.Â
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as if you were stupid.Â
âIronically, that is the point of a common room.â Gojo looks back to his essay, picking up his quill as if he were done with this conversation, but you pushed.
âRight,â you say more curtly, nose flaring, âFor you, it might be. But people donât want me there.â You say, a truth that you had to stomach, something that you grew used to after too many unsavory encounters with other Slytherins when you tried to come down to the common rooms during social hours.Â
âSo during the hours of two to eight, you donât go to the common room?â He didnât even look up, his voice sarcastic, not believing such an insane thing.
âNo.â You reply as if it was obvious as if he should at least know that this is why you rarely ever make an occurrence unless itâs early in the morning or late at night.Â
That finally gets him to stop and look at you, confusion woven into his expression.Â
âWhat?â He set his pen down again, and you noted that his eyes seemed a different shade of blue when he was confused, a little bit lighter than usual, he seemed like he was the only one not in on some sort of joke, âSo from two to eight you just stay in your room?âÂ
You shake your head, playing with your fingers.Â
âIâm not always in my room,â ignominy clear in your tone, âMost days I either go outside and do my homework or go to the library.âÂ
You hate the attention this brings to you from him. Youâve never had such a long conversation with somebody in your own house, let alone Gojo. You hated the way he looked at you as if you were either lying your arse off or even worseâŚpity?
But you almost shook your head at that thought. The great Gojo Satoru pitying you?Â
âWhat if itâs raining?â He asked, pushing you to see if you were telling him the truth.Â
âThen I go to the library,â you said as if it was obvious, mainly because to you it was. This was the usual schedule that youâve become used to over the years, something youâve just forced yourself to become used to despite wanting everything in your soul to go to the common rooms like everybody else, to laugh at their stories, to talk about your lives, like you were supposed to.Â
âWhat if the libraries closed?âÂ
You squirm under his heavy gaze, wondering how the topic of transfiguration got turned around to him interrogating you.Â
âUm, well, right now, because of the weather, Iâd probably just go up to the astronomy tower if the library was closed. They donât have lessons during the day. Or Iâd probably just find a broom closet and do my work in there.âÂ
His head tilts just a bit, his lips quirking up into a disbelieving smile as if he just caught you in your lie.Â
âIn the dark?â Gojo presses, and you can hear the people around you already beginning to pack up their supplies, the class nearing its end. Had you spent this much time talking that you wasted nearly half an hour?
âIâd cast a lumos spell,â you argue, packing up your things as you break eye contact with him. You take your paper back, making sure the ink has dried before putting it in your bag.Â
âIâll be in the library,â you say finally, making sure that was the end of it, âSee you there.â
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In some strange way, meeting up with Gojo in the library became part of your routine.Â
Every night at seven, after his quidditch practice would end, heâd run all across the entirety of campus to work on your transfigurations essay together.Â
The two of you still didnât talk much, but it was different nonetheless.Â
âIâm tired,â Gojo suddenly announced, the candlelight flickering on and off from his face.Â
You could visibly see the dark circles that were under his eyes, how he slouched (which was uncommon for him, seeing how he usually sat as straight as a ruler wherever he was), and how he couldnât go four minutes without letting out an exhausted sigh.Â
âYou should take a break,â you muttered, not paying attention, head still stuck in your book as you continued to read the rest of the paragraph you were reading.Â
Gojo snorted, rolling his eyes at the prospect.Â
âI canât take a break,â he dragged his hands across his face, âI need to finish this essay, the quidditch games in two days, and Snapes up my arse about that potion exam.âÂ
Your eyes flickered up to his, startled at how much he had spoken, but then tried to mask your surprise by looking back down to your book.
âPotions wasnât too bad,â you offer, âAnd I can finish the last bits you have,â you look back up, putting your hand out, a silent ask for him to give you whatever it was that he had written so far.Â
He clicked his tongue against his teeth, silently passing over his stack of parchment, and you scanned through it quietly, shrugging as you nodded once more.Â
To be honest, the two of you were far ahead of the other students in your class. He had eventually concluded on his own that youâd be wasting more time not working together, so you guessed that he just had to suck up a bit and bite back on his pride and work with a muggle-born.
His rush to finish the essay was spurred on by the plethora of other things he needed to do, a drawback of being the prime and perfect Slytherin prince everybody made him out to be.Â
âYou donât have much left,â you deduce, âI can just write about the Scalivier trials,â the trial in which a man refused to register with the ministry that he was an animagus, âIâll have it done by Saturday, Iâm nearly done with my bit.â
You slide his essay back to him, but stop when you see the perplexed look on his face.Â
âSaturdayâs the quidditch game?â.Â
Your eyes dart to the side, squinting a bit as you try for a laugh.Â
ââŚand?âÂ
He scratches at his temple, tilting his head to the side. After these past couple of days working with you, heâd be wrong to say that he became more and more increasingly perplexed with you. Six years he spent watching from afar, muttering words to his friends about the absurdity of your existence, but now that he was able to see you from up close, a part of him has to agree that youâre an enigma heâs never been able to crack.Â
You donât say much during class, you donât talk to many people, and if he was being honest, in that sense, you mirrored him. You were reserved, but the times he picked and prodded at you, you seemed to open up. You donât have any friends from what he could tell, often eating at the end of the table during the meals. He watched sometimes to see you during the common rooms during the times in which you said you never came, a part of him thinking heâd be able to catch you.Â
Gojo Satoru would never admit it, but in a way, he had become interested in you.
âWell,â Gojo didnât like to be the one confused, hating being perceived as if he didnât know everything, which is something he prided himself on most of the time, âAfter the game, thereâs the usualâŚparty,â he bit out, hating the word, because it was so unruly from the usual balls and galas he was forced attend, too many people sweaty and jumping, âIn the common room.âÂ
You blink owlishly at him, fidgeting with your quill, twisting and turning it around in your hand.Â
âRightâŚso Iâll be here.âÂ
Now it was his turn to blink slowly.Â
Was this really that hard to understand?
âComing to the library after a quidditch game seems a bit anticlimactic, donât you think?â He leaned back in his chair, playing with the green and silver tie around his neck. You wondered how he could bear to wear it even after classes were over, that even his most posh friend ditched their formal wear the moment they got back to their dormitories.Â
âThankfully I donât go to quidditch games, so for me, itâs just climatic,â you said, smiling at your little joke, covering your mouth as you yawned, tired and longing for your bed.Â
He sat up in his chair suddenly, looking even more shocked than before. This was the most emotion youâve ever seen him emmett before and you didnât know what to do with it.Â
âWhat? Why not?â He seemed so startled that you almost wanted to laugh. It was strange seeing somebody you had regarded as stoic look like he did now.Â
You shrug, rubbing your fingers across your eyes as you let out another yawn, resting your chin on your palm.Â
âI went once, during my first year, but everybody seemed rather annoyed that I was there, and they crowded in front of me so I couldnât see anything,â you recall back on the memory, one that you could remember vividly, âand I donât know,â youâre suddenly very thirsty, your cheeks heating up the more he stared at you, laughing uncomfortably, âI donât really understandâŚquidditch, so it works out in the end. And I also get to have some time to myself in the common room to do my homework, you know, unlike usual.âÂ
Gojo didnât say anything for a couple of seconds, and you tried to pretend that you had read something interesting to not embarrass yourself any further with your mindless babbling. Sure, he might be willing to work with you now, but that didnât mean that Gojo Satoru was up for a friendly conversation with you.
You looked at him briefly, feeling your stomach churn a bit to see that he hadnât stopped looking at you.
âEverything alright?â You asked.Â
He nodded, biting on the inside of his cheek as he picked up his quill, a wordless agreement that the conversation was over.
â
Transfiguration the next day went by oddly silent.Â
Gojo didnât talk to himself now and then, he didnât sigh his exasperated sigh, and he didnât peek up every once in a while to check how much youâd written since the last time he had looked over.Â
You didnât pay it much attention, keeping your head down, your eyes to yourself. Silence was better than being reminded of your muggle heritage, which even then, Gojo had yet to remind you these past weeks.
Briefly, you looked up from what you were doing to see if Professor McGonagall was walking around or sitting at her desk, but in doing so you felt Gojo shuffle a little in his seat as if he had felt your sudden movement.Â
âTonightâŚâ he started and you quickly nodded, waving off any of his worries. Of course, you chided yourself, heâs anxious about the quidditch match, nothing else.
âYes, yes, I know, you have quidditch tomorrow. Iâll finish up what I have left and then start reading about the Scalivier trials tonight,â you finished for him, tracing some of the wood grains of the table with your finger.Â
He shakes his head.Â
âNot that - and Iâll finish up the trials by Sunday,â heâs avoiding eye contact, and if you didnât know any better it seemed like he was trying to find his words, as if they had slipped from his tongue and were dangling in the air for him to grab, âTonightâŚtonight, donât go to the library.âÂ
You purse your lips, trying to smile to see if that was his goal, maybe he was trying to be funny.
âWould you like to meet in one of the broom closets then?â
You felt even more lost after it seemed like he was debating taking up your offer, but his eyes shone a bright shade of aquamarine, and his cheeks twinged a slight shade of pink.Â
Strange.Â
âNo,â he chewed on his lip, as if he were anxious, a preposterous thing to even think, âNo, come down to the common rooms around eight.âÂ
The cursed clock tower chimed, three loud rings, and it cut the two of you off once again.Â
âLook, I told you-â you go to say but he cuts you off.
âI know, just come down.â He was being so cryptic, and he looked so on edge that it was starting to freak you out. He was already beginning to pack up, his eyes snapping to his group of friends that were nearing the two of you, and he quickly looked back down at you, his head dipping down urgently.Â
âEight. Be there.âÂ
â-
You couldnât say you werenât at least a little apprehensive.Â
You were so nervous that you just stayed up in your room, not even coming downstairs for dinner as you waited for the clock on the wall to read eight.Â
Why were you so nervous? You first asked yourself, but then asked the more logical question, what did Gojo want with you?
The minutes on the clock seemed to take hours to pass, and the hours seemed to take days. It was such a slow process, and you knew it would be going faster if you were doing something more productive with your time until it was necessary, but you couldnât.Â
The other girls in your dorms could come in and out, sometimes exchanging glances with their friends when they saw that you hadnât moved from your spot, but they didnât ask any questions, opting to just leave you be.Â
You were picked at your fingers, cracking your knuckles, and finally, finally, the small hand pointed to the eight on that ancient clock.Â
Funnily enough, even though you had been mentally waiting for this to happen, you waited for a couple of seconds, trying to calm yourself down, nodding to yourself that this wasnât anything big and that you were just overreacting.Â
Slowly, you rose from your spot on your bed, a little dent in the mattress from just how long youâd been sitting there. You turn the handle of the door, taking in yet another deep as you take a tentative step outside the safe sanctity of your room.Â
The common rooms are usually more busy on Friday nights, and that mightâve been a blessing in disguise as youâre able to slip past most people, keeping your eyes peeled for a flash of white hair.Â
You scan the couch area, the sitting area, and the large window that looks into the black lake, but you donât see him. Itâs only until you look near the entrance to the common room, the large oak double doors, do you see him.Â
It seems like heâs scanning the area as well, blue eyes looking everywhere until they fall onto yours, and youâre able to sneak past some people watching as he cocks his head in the motion of the doors, and before you could do anything else, he leaves, and you take it as your sig to follow him.
Youâre glad that nobodyâs looking your way as you push the two doors open, looking to your right to see him waiting for you.Â
You go to open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it.Â
âFollow me, and be quick,â heâs already walking and you have to nearly jog to get to him, walking at a much faster pace seeing how his legs were abnormally long, âPut these on over your clothes.âÂ
Gojo throws you a pile of ratty-looking uniforms, but the more you open up the folded mess you come to realize that theyâre old quidditch uniforms. In fact, when youâre finally able to get a good look at him you realize heâs wearing adoring green robes.Â
You donât say anything, multitasking as you walk and shrug over the (huge, it was practically dragging on the floor) robes, buttoning them up as quickly as you could without tripping over your feet, the quidditch uniform, or over the stones.Â
He looks at you briefly, and heâs glad that youâre too busy trying to figure out how the robes are supposed to fit over you to notice the way his lips quirked up slightly at the look of you at the moment.Â
âPut this on too,â he says once you're finally done, handing you another huge helmet, and you take it silently, pulling it over your head.Â
The helmet is way too big for you, as it nearly hangs over your eyes, and you can barely see anything with it on, and you pause, a smile making its way onto your face as you push it up only for it to fall again.
You stop walking for a second, and when Gojo looks back he sees the helmet masking most of your face up until your nose, the only thing he can see is your large grin, the sleeves of the uniform enveloping your hands, reaching to your knees, and for the first time, he hears the softest sound,Â
Youâre giggling as you try to figure out how to tighten the straps on the helmet, not able to see where Gojo is because you have your head tilted down, struggling with the buckle until his boots come into your field of vision.Â
All of a sudden you feel a hand tip your helmet upwards, and your smile falters when you now see his face, the way his eyes are swirling with different hues of blues, something you notice that happened when he was battling multiple emotions at once. You can tell that thereâs a small, barely noticeable smile on his face, surely from how insane you look right now.Â
Youâve never seen him look so at ease. His shoulders seem more relaxed, his jaw not clenched. It helped that he looked like he was smiling for once.Â
But thereâs no time to think as you feel the brush of him on your skin, his slender and swift fingers working fast and expertly at tightening the strap under your chin. He looks focused, his white brows scrunched up the way he always does when heâs trying to figure out a transfiguration rune. You feel your breath lodge in your throat. When heâs satisfied with how it was resting on your face his hands drop to his side, and his eyes slightly widen, as if he just realized what he had just done.Â
He cleared his throat, looking around the hall to make sure that nobody was around, and he turned his back as he began his brisk pace out to wherever it was that he was taking you.
You walked, corrected, ran with him for a little more until he brought you to one of the openings of the castle, the one that led directly to the quidditch fields.Â
âWhere,â you were a little out of breath, noticing how the sun was nearly about to set, and also knowing that you sure as hell didnât have a pass to be out this late, âWhereâre we going?âÂ
âTo the field,â he said, which was the answer you were most dreading.Â
âRight, I can see that,â you feel hot under all these layers, despite the fact that it was late October and the weather was biting at best, âWhy are we going out to the fields.â The breeze that was hitting your cheeks was stinging, so you were at least glad in that aspect that the quidditch robe offered you some sort of warmth.Â
âRavenclaws practicing right now,â Gojo said, turning around to look at you for a fleeting second, âI need to see what Nanamiâs strategy is, and you need to learn quidditch.âÂ
You almost trip.Â
And you need to learn quidditch.
His words were ringing in your head, possibly even louder than the blood rushing to your ears. He had to be lying, or have some sort of cruel prank planned out. He must be waiting for his friends to run out from behind one of the stands so that they could tie you to a tree. Not that heâs ever done that, but also not the first time itâd be happening at the hands of other Slytherins.Â
Because sure, while you mightâve offended him in saying you didnât understand how quidditch worked, that wouldnât mean that he, Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, hater of all muggle-borns alike, would be taking time out of his life to fix this wrong.
You shouldâve just run the other way, ditched the scratchy uniform somewhere, and ran back to your dormitory, somewhere where youâd at least be safe from experiencing any sort of humiliation.Â
But the closer that the two of you neared the stands, the more you felt confused. Because nowhere could you see any other Slytherins, and he was right, the Ravenclaw team was practicing right now, if the flashes of blue and white from above you meant anything.Â
Which could only mean thatâŚ?Â
Gojo finally stops at the stairs that lead you up the stands, his hand on the wooden railing.Â
âWeâre goingâŚup?âÂ
He snorts, nodding as he ushers you to move.Â
âObviously,â his voice now seems more amplified with his small and cramped winding staircase, âIâm not going to be observing them from the ground.âÂ
Youâre the one thatâs ahead, so you try to go even faster so that he wonât be held up behind you, but everything is moving too fast. Did he give you these robes so that youâd seem like another player? So that you wouldnât be marked up if you were seen out of your dormitory so late at night?
When you finally got to the opening, you were able to hear the yells that the Ravenclaw players were enhancing with one another. You hold the tarp that acted as the door above your head, heading over to one of the seats in the far back, feeling Gojo right on your tail.Â
It had been years since you were here since you looked out into the fields. The stands were high, and the winds were stronger up here. Gojo sat where you were, to your right, and you waited silently to see what he was going to do.Â
Nanami was the Ravenclaw seeker as well as the captain. You could see the flash of blonde hair as he flew by, the other team members either watching him or practicing with their respective posts.Â
Gojo rested his elbow on his thighs, leaning in as he observed intently.Â
Eventually, after a minute or two, he sat back up, leaning in closer to you. You could feel his hair ticking your temple, his nose inches away from your cheek as he began to talk.Â
âIn quidditch, you have seven players on each side. One seeker, one keeper, three chasers, and two beaters.âÂ
You nod, following along.Â
âYou see number seven?â He points to the guy flying around near the three tall hoops, and you nod again, âHeâs a keeper. He makes sure that the other team doesnât get any balls into the hoops.â Gojo is leaning even closer to you now, and you can feel half of his body pressing up against yours. You feel like you're heating up, and not because of the excessive quidditch uniform youâre wearing.Â
âThe beaters, number four and two,â he then points to the boy and the girl flying around, holding wooden bats, âtry to protect their team from the bludgers; which is this black ball that sort of follows around team members, trying to knock them off their brooms. Those bats ward off the bludgers.âÂ
You make a mental note of everything heâs saying, trying not to be distracted by the fact that youâre being given a quidditch lesson from Gojo Satoru.Â
âThe chasers, which are the rest of them, aside from Nanami, throw around the quaffle to each other. Every time they get it through the other team's hoop, they score ten pointsâŚdo you follow?â Gojo pauses, looking at you and you push your helmet up so that you can see him, giving him a confident nod.Â
âAll thatâs left is the seeker-âÂ
âWhich is you, right?â You cut him off, rubbing at your nose which was now freezing at this point.Â
Gojo pauses, eyes flickering to you as he raises a brow.Â
âI may not know quidditch but Iâm not daft,â you tell him.
For a second there, you swear you could see the start of a smile play on his lips.
âYeah,â he says, almost softly, âIâm the seeker.â Youâre too busy looking ahead to notice that heâs busy looking at you, so you continue to talk.Â
â...plus, Kento was telling me about it a while ago. He said you were really good.â
This time, his brow raised even further.Â
âYou know him?âÂ
You shrug, your eyes following the quick and hurried movements of all the players, too focused on their practice to notice the change in Gojoâs voice, or overall, the change in his entire demeanor. You mustâve missed how he slightly tensed up, or the way his eyes narrowed.Â
âWe had potions with Ravenclaw last year, remember?â You turn slightly to look over at Gojo before you go back to watching, âHe helped me with some of my brews, but we talked about other stuff!â You had to raise your voice, the wind was getting stronger, âAnd Quidditch came up!â
Gojoâs nose flared momentarily before he swallowed thickly, his jaw ticking as he tried to focus back on the practice as well.Â
âA-anyways,â he cleared his throat, not remembering that last time he choked on his words, âThe seeker catches the snitch. I canât see where it is now, but once the snitch is caught, the game is over.â He tried to push some of the hair out of his face, getting annoyed at how it kept getting stuck in his eyes.Â
âI need to get something, Iâll be back,â Gojo murmured in your ear, pushing himself off of the seat as he walked in front of you disappearing down the stairs within seconds.Â
You glanced at where he left but found yourself looking back to the players, your face breaking into another excited smile when you began to piece together what Gojo had just told you, finally able to understand quidditch after all these years.
The sun had set and the stars were peeking out through the sky, and you watched the players as they furiously rode around, each one tense and stressed for the match that would be happening tomorrow.Â
You tried to hide yourself in the background as much as you could, now feeling a little more out in the open with Gojo gone.
The minutes ticked by and yet Gojo didnât come back. Now and then you found yourself looking at the stairs, eyes darting back and forth from those on their broomsticks to where you had first entered from.Â
Slowly yet surely, you found yourself in that position the first night you saw him at that library.Â
When the Ravenclaw players slowly began dissenting from the air, running off the fields as they went in from shelter from the old, you felt a part of your stomach twist.Â
This was all part of his plan, you concluded, shivering to yourself as you tried not to feel let down, or even worse, like an idiot for thinking anything had changed, that you had maybe actually begun to have a friend after seven years.
You feel your eyes water, either from the wind or from everything, and you make your way for the stairs, your lips trembling as you suddenly start to feel claustrophobic under all the clothes you're wearing, your fingers slipping and sliding as you try to take that wretched helmet off of your head.
You feel like if you go any faster youâre going to trip and tumble down the stairs, and it doesn't help that youâre already too distracted with trying to take the helmet off. You sniffle, your eyes blurry as you feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid.Â
You couldnât even tell if you were thinking that in your head or saying it out loud as you neared the end of the never-ending stairs, unbuttoning the buttons of the scratchy uniform as you bundled everything up in your hands, wiping at your wet cheeks with your palm.
Amongst all the things people have done to you over the years, this wasnât the worst. Youâve had your room ransacked, your trunk thrown into the river, your shoes stolen on multiple occasions. Youâve been called a mudblood more times than youâve been called your own name, and none of these things were actually done by Gojo.Â
Perhaps you thought that deep down, maybe he could change. That maybe after all that time spent in the library, talking to you, controlling some of his laughs at your awful jokes, he saw that maybe muggle-borns werenât as bad as he thought they were.Â
And yet tonight you suffered your first prank, if thatâs what this could even be called, at his hands. It didnât hurt because of its nature, but because a naive part of you actually thought that he couldâve been your friend.Â
But none of that mattered now, not that you-
âWhere are you going?âÂ
You stop in your tracks, your head whipping around to the voice.Â
It was now fully dark outside, the moon and the spare candles that were lit around the castle and the stands were the only sources of light. You could see his figure standing a couple feet away from you, his white hair like a beacon in the night.Â
He takes a couple tentative steps closer to you, close enough so that you can see the furrow of his brows and the small pout on his lips. Damn it, you wanted to curse, you could hate him more if he didnât look so pretty.Â
âBack to the castle,â you snap, wiping at the corners of your eyes, throwing down the old uniform and the oversized helmet on the ground near his feet. You sniffle, looking to the side so that you wonât have to see his face.
âWhat?â He steps closer to you and you take a step back, your head still turned, eyes trained on the dewy grass, âWhy?â You try not to think too much about the two sets of brooms in his hands, or how for some strange reason, he actually sounded dejected that you were leaving.
Letting out a shaky breath you laugh curtly, crossing your arms over your chest as you look up to the sky, counting the stars, wondering if that could calm you down.Â
You hear the grass crunch under his feet, the warmth of his body as he comes in close to you.Â
Why does he care?Â
âI brought you a broom,â he holds it to you so you can see the outline of it, âHere,â he bends down to pick up the helmet you had thrown to the ground, âAt least put this on,â heâs already securing it on your head, not noticing the way your lips were trembling, his fingers brushing up against your chin once again but you donât him faster it, smacking his hand to the side as you rip the helmet off your head, throwing it with more force on the ground.Â
âS-stop,â you murmur harshly, wiping at your cheeks, âStop, stop whatever it is youâre doing-âÂ
âIâm not doing anything,â he snarls, his eyes a dark shade of navy blue, âSo stop crying, I donât know what it is you think I did.â
Heâs angry now, good, itâll be easier to yell at him if heâs just as amped up as you are.Â
But when you finally look at him and get to see his face, itâs not the kind of anger youâre feeling. His eyes are narrowed, his eyebrows pulling together down the middle the way they do when heâs confused, the way you often see him looking like when heâs frustrated at your cursed transfigurations essay. Heâs not angry at you because of you, heâs angry because he doesn't understand where your frustrations are coming from.Â
Heâs at least a head taller than you, looking down as his chest heaves slightly, waiting for you to say something, anything, so that he could explain himself for whatever it is heâs done wrong. His cheeks are a little pink, either from the cold orâŚsomething else, and his hair is messy, no longer kept the way it usually is.Â
Gojo looks different.
And you donât know who it was that moved in closer, whose rational mind slowly turned irrational as you two took another step towards the middle, but all you do know is that the two of you didnât care as you roughly grabbed him by his robes, tugging him in as you slammed your lips to his.Â
It happened in an instant, your lips moving against his soft one, your hands gripping onto that fabric for dear life. And for a second, you begin to pull away, your eyes opening in shock, but thereâs no use, because Gojo slams his lips down onto yours as he pulls you into his chest.Â
Itâs rushed and messy, your teeth clash against one another, your hands going up from his chest as they intertwine around his neck, your fingers tugging on his long white strands and you hear him groan into your mouth.Â
He moves fast, biting at your lips, one hand sprawled on the expanse of your back, the other one behind your neck, almost cradling the back of your head, tilting your head upwards to meet him. His tongue prods at your lips, and somehow, mindlessly, you part them a little more, moaning quietly at the way his tongue explores your mouth.Â
Gojo leads you a little back, so that youâre up against one of the wooden pillars of the quidditch stands, offering you more stability, a good thing, seeing how you feel like you're becoming lightheaded, soon about to faint.Â
âFuck,â he whispers, heavy on your lips as he dips down again to kiss down your chin tilting your head up to expose the column of your neck, âFuck,â he says once more, diving down as he sucks and bites at your skin, his movements growing faster and more erratic once he hears the soft and sweet mewls that escape your swollen lips.Â
âG-gojo,â you whine, feeling hot as his hands travel across your chest, cupping your tits through your thin sweater as he continues to kiss down your neck, tugging some of the material down so that he could leave even more marks across your collarbone, âG-god, oh my god,âÂ
His pants tighten at your voice, his pupils dilate at the way you're pawing at him, pulling at him, needing him.Â
âSatoru,â he says against your skin, âNot Gojo. Not you.âÂ
Heâs delirious, he kisses you like youâre the air heâs been missing his entire life, and holds you to him as if youâre the only furnace in a land barren with snow. He needs you.Â
Your fingers are lost in his hair, pulling and tugging, hearing the way his breathing stutters when you do so.Â
One of your hands drops down to his chest, feeling at the skin thatâs exposed from where his uniform was pulling up, and when your cold fingers make contact with the skin resting taunt on his stomach you swear you could hear him almost whine, his head momentarily dropping into the crook of your neck as he urges you to continue, holding your wrist tightly, pushing it up further.Â
Your eyes find his, your breathing coming out in short spurts, and he seems so far gone, so transfixed with how you look under him, that the two of you fail to hear the footsteps that come near where the two of you were.
âWhoâs there?âÂ
A voice calls out, and you see somebody behind him standing with a lantern.Â
You push Gojo off of you, but he stays put, looking over his shoulder, shielding your body with his.Â
âOh, fuck off Taylor,â Gojo calls out, anger and irritation laced into his voice.
The boy's eyes widen when he realizes how it is, the blue and white Ravenclaw robes dashing away into the distance, the lantern long gone in a matter of seconds, but itâs no use.Â
When Gojo looks down at you, youâve been given too much time to come back to your senses.Â
You push him away from you, and this time he moves.
You take a deep breath, not looking at him as you wipe at your spit-soaked lips, blinking rapidly as you try to make sense of what happened.Â
He didn't say anything, but you could hear the quiet pants that escaped his lips, trying to catch some air.Â
You open your mouth to say something but close it promptly, shaking your head in disbelief.Â
You donât think twice as you make your way back to the castle.
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(part two)
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Bakugou Katsuki
⥠TW: implied and/or present elements of dubcon/noncon, yandere, kidnapping, captive reader, quirkless reader, mentioned death of important character, discrimination, drawn comparisons between quirklessness and disabilities, implied bakudeku, drugging, needles, mentions of hypochondriasis, also angst
⥠manga spoilers in a way, but also not really. anyway, read at your own discretion.
⥠gn reader
Sharp crimson eyes assess the fresh scrapes and swelling ruining your soft skin. A deep scowl on his face.
âTchâlook at all thisâŚâ he grumbles disapprovingly to no one but himselfâtoo upset with you to acknowledge you, yet treating you no different than if you were glass. âThese are gonna last weeks.â
Youâd tried running away againâtripped and slipped up all on your own, stumbling through hallways and tumbling down stairs in your panic, only to stop short at the locked doorâbolted and padlocked beyond all sane reason.
He was disappointed with you, sure. But thatâs not the reason for his current anger.
âSit there while I get bandages,â he orders, getting up from his crouch, pointing a strict finger at you in threat. âDare move, and itâll be bed rest for a whole ânother week.â
Bakugouâs obsession with your quirkless nature started a couple of months agoâŚ
It was okay at firstâhe was hardly the first person youâd met who addressed you with patronizing resolveâbut he got weird about it quickly.
You worked at another hero agency he was going to be collaborating with for a big upcoming mission. You werenât a sidekick or anything grand like that, but a simple pencil-pusherâbecause they need those too, you know? And you liked your job. You got to work along with some of the greatest heroes in the world, see them up close, and help them out with those things they didnât have time forâpaperwork like budget justifications and incidence reports. Yeah, you might have been somewhat of a pushover, but hey, the salary was good, the environment was lively, and even though you donât have one yourself, you got to see some really amazing quirks in action. It was, out of what you could hope for, your dream job.
The place was in a real buzz when they heard the number one hero would be joining them for a couple of months. You were excited, tooâit wasnât often your smaller agency would undertake big missionsâespecially not ones that required such big hero names.
DynaMight wasnât one to share much of anyoneâs enthusiasm. He was strict and down to business and otherwise had a major pet peeve for unnecessary rabble loitering around. Heâd stopped mid-meeting at the sight of you, seeing as you were obviously no fieldworker, and had gone as far as to demand you tell him your value as if your presence had been some big distracting nuisance.
Luckily, your Pro-Hero coworkers had stepped in on your behalf and told him you were a transcriber keeping track for later reference. It was probably only a slip-up that theyâd added the fact that you were quirkless.
You donât hold it against them, or well⌠you did a little, but you couldnât really blame them either. Evoking the explosion heroâs rage must have made them flustered and desperate to play any sympathy card available to them in the spur of the moment.
Of course, it wasnât their card to play, nor would you ever have played it yourself, but if the humility was worth anything, it successfully managed to calm the top hero down. Actually, he didnât say anything for the rest of the meeting. And if you hadnât been so busy taking notes, you would have noticed his lingering stare.
A couple more incidents had occurred in the office after that. Among others, heâd caught an incoming paper airplane your coworker had thrown your wayâstepped right in out of nowhere and cremated it with a controlled explosion before it could hit you.
Youâd been speechless for a momentâthe entire desk area along with youâconfused by his strangeness and, at least in your case, even somewhat appalled by his utter lack of considerationâin your office space, no less. Seriously, top hero or not, you canât just barge in and incinerate stuff?
âThat was an important document,â you'd informedâbrow quirkedâno regard to how offending him could probably make grounds to have you fired. You'd only slightly regretted it after having said it. But geez, you thoughtâshouldnât the top hero have some semblance worth of self-control?
âYou shouldnât be playing around,â he'd statedâtone just as sour as the stink of burned paper tainting the air. âSomeone might get hurt.â
Youâd almost scoffed at him but had held your tongue until he walked away.
Back then, youâd thought it was an offhand insult directed at you and your respected coworkerâthat the explosion hero had just called you both unprofessional to your faces, like the biggest scumbag to ever walk in through your humble doors. But looking back at it now, you realize he probably might have meant it in its most sincere regard.
His over-protectiveness knows no limit, youâve learnedâcalling it patronizing would be a joke in comparison. He treats you as if anything in proximity might make you shatter by associationâlike a bubble made from the most thinned-out solution of water and soap.
Youâd woken up in your well-prepared pillow room shortly after your agencyâs collaboration with DynaMight had ended. It didnât take long for you to piece together his sickness after that.
At first, youâd thought it was a more severe case of benevolent discrimination. After all, most people treat you with some amount of pity after being privy to your being quirklessâtreating it no less than a disability of sorts.
But Bakugouâs view of you was increasingly more unsettling than thatâsuffering from some type of delusion that has him fully convinced youâre utterly inept without him.
In some odd ways, it would have been better if he was just fakingâif he was doing it all, treating you as an inferior for some sick sense of deriving his own sadistic pleasure. But no, you think he actually fully and whole-heartedly believes youâre a danger to yourself and that anything, if not monitored in the perfect conditions of the controlled environment heâs established for you, will result in your fatal illness or harm.
Heâs a full-sworn hypochondriac concerning youâeven as he himself dregs home some of the worst injuries youâve ever seen as if it were nothing but a splinter in the rough of his worn soles. Meanwhile, heâs scared that if you leave the bed without socks on, it will give you pneumonia.
You were sure you had a couple of control freaks at the agency, but nothing measures up to Bakugouâs mania. How he dresses you is one thingâhow he feeds you is another. An assortment of pills first, all vitamins and supplements, a spoon of cod liver oil, then a balanced meal reminding you of those tragic trays youâre served at the hospitalâfour times a day without failâbreakfast, lunch, dinner, then supperâhe also keeps track of all the water heâs decided you need to drinkâall things perfectly regulated according to your size and age.
Then thereâs the sleep schedule with a set number of eight hoursâno more and no less. Exercise is also necessaryâworkout plans designed and dictated by him. Nothing too severe, thoughâheâs afraid your quirkless constitution wonât be able to handle anything beyond thirty minutes max.
And then, of course, thereâs hygiene.
You sobbed and fought hysterically the first time heâd washed youâin the tub with him after heâd stripped you naked. In fact, youâd made such a fuss heâd had to fetch a sedative.
Even in your drowsed state of complete numb delirium, youâd still heard how heâd fretted over itâthe tiny needle hole heâd torn in your armâas if that was the real violation, even as heâd thoroughly molested the entirety of your body with different cloths and sponges for no shorter than a full hour.
Youâd been terrified, of courseâhorrified by his meticulous routines and odd nature. Yet strangely, despite his rigid rules, he won't ever get violent to enforce them.
You had expected it of himâbeing known for his brutalityâthe hero without mercyâthe symbol of retribution. You know he's no stranger to leaving the battlefield bloody. But with you, he won't so much as harm a single strand of hair from your head.
He will instead bargain with you, sometimes for hours. Eat what he tells you, and youâll watch a movie afterward. Go to sleep, and he'll escort you out to see the sun for a few hours in the morning. Let him ensure you wash correctly, and heâll allow you to dry and dress yourself. Â
And in those moments when you leave him no other option, he subdues you through the help of a needle again and never ever by manhandling youâit was as if that werenât even a viable option. It was obvious he regarded the sedative as the uttermost last resort, always muttering on about chemicals and whatnot under his breath. It seemed he would rather avoid it at all costsâbut also, that if it stood between allowing the disturbance of the schedule he felt was needed to keep you healthy and forcibly putting you to sleep, he knew without a doubt which option he considered the lesser evil.
He was certain of it all. And at some point or another⌠you had even begun sharing his fear of attracting some sort of illness yourselfâeven something so small as a common cold. But no, it wasnât the same. Yours was not a fear of the actual disease itself but of what he might do if he caught you sneezing and coughing. You could only imagine the upgraded pill table heâd have in store for you then and what other measures heâd instill due to his excessive ideas of necessity.
And thatâs why youâd tried running again even after what must have been a couple of months since the last time. The thought of his inane insanity having affected you so badly youâd started playing along was all too much a painful realizationâyouâd felt compelled to reject itârun away even when you knew youâd never be able to make the door open if you could even reach it.
You knew it would be in vain, and even though running headfirst into something you know isnât going to work might be the first signs of madnessâyouâre still relieved to have found some remaining worth of fight still in you, even if it couldnât amount to anything.
He comes back as quickly as heâd left, still muttering to himself, cross about the damage youâve sustainedâlike youâre one of the collectorâs items he keeps up on the mantle in his officeâgreen costume and a big bright smile. You remember the exposĂŠsâtheyâd been rather gruesome, about the hero whoâd died in battle not so long agoâa couple of years back now, give or take. He had the number-one spot before DynaMight.
The current top hero retakes his spot at your feet, sighing deeply once he starts dabbing your minor bruises with disinfectant, followed by unnecessary bandages. Youâre silent as you watch him workâall so diligently as he does everything, cutting no corners and running zero lights.
His efforts, done with the very epitome of care, all disgust you.
Your lip curls. âIâm not what you think I amâŚâ
His keen glare stops obsessing over your wounds to look up at your faceâheâd already tended to the ones he could see, but heâs sure more would blossom and swell in a couple of hours. Itâs beyond worrisomeâbut itâs his fault in any case. He should move you to a place without stairsâitâs way too dangerous for someone as accident-prone as you.
You make eye contact, and his anger fades at the sight of tears welling in your cornersâsoftening as if heâs convinced even a harsh look will have you shatter in his hands.
âIâm quirkless. But âm not weak.â Youâre sure you preached much of the same back at the beginning of your stay, though then youâd hurdled it at himâscreamed it from the top of your lungs until youâd lost your voice, unknowing that itâs a statement heâs heard a hundred times over spoken by different lips from yours.
Itâs a funny thing almost⌠how your eyes remind him of hisâso soft and yet brimming with determinationâa determination that will only get you killed.
Heâd put faith in those words before, believed them beyond himself, and it had cost him everything.
But even so, he canât fault you for believing in them yourself⌠theyâre what makes him love you, after all.
He smiles gentlyâa most gut-churning sight from the all-scowling man.
âIâm sure you think so.â
He doesnât relay it with any type of harshness but pityâgross concern and better judgmentâoverwhelming oodles of it in his garnet eyes, weighing them down with something so awful as compassion and⌠you donât exactly know⌠but it looks like grief.
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Creator Spotlight: @themetalhiro
Hi, Iâm Metal! Iâm a freelance artist from good olâ New Jersey. My favorite things to work with are a lot of bright colors, exaggerated poses, and candid scenarios. I try to farm sensible chuckles whenever I can, so Iâm also big into comics. I love making them about my life, and the media Iâm into, and one day Iâd like to publish my own series! Thank you to everyone who has gotten me this far!!
Check out Metal's interview below!
Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?
I guess so! Itâs funny, I donât remember a single time in my life that I wasnât drawing as a hobby⌠somewhere in middle school (a little late, I know.) I put the pieces together that animated movies were made by artists, and that it wasnât just for fun, they were paid to do it. The moment I discovered people could be paid to make art, I decided I would do that, too. Now Iâm here!
How has your style developed over the years?
I think the best way to answer this would be with an example! Over the last few years, I have made more of an effort to draw more intentionally, which sounds silly. Now, I put more thought into my poses and step out of my comfort zone with shape language and composition. I had a phase where I drew everyone with a huge, perfectly circular head and no nose. That definitely did not lend much variety...
Which 3 famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?
Ack! Iâm so terrible at history! Iâd love to give a well-thought-out answer about fine artists of old, but I don't think weâd have much in common⌠Most artists I admire and who have driven me forward creatively are the people behind comics Iâve read. Andrew Hussie, Bryan Lee OâMalley, Eiichiro Oda... these guys have inspired me greatly and had a heavy influence in developing my art style and sense of humor. Iâd love to ask them questions about their processes and upcoming projects. I think it would make for an entertaining night!
Over the years as an artist, what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?
Outside of pure aesthetics like searing bright colors, layered clothing, and loud noisesâŚ. the best and most inspiring moments in my life were those surrounded by friends and loved ones! I cherish the hell out of memories of hanging around in fun locations, trying weird food together, and impromptu midnight walks... so I try my best to capture that atmosphere and my own memories in my work when I can, even if Iâm imposing fictional characters on top of them. Thatâs always the core of it.
What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?
I would never permanently refuse a medium, but every time I pick up clay, Iâm like a baby using its hands for the first time. Absolutely dreadful. If one day I could make and paint a figurine like the ones I admire in videos, that would be awesome... But for now, Iâm not counting on it.
How do you want to evolve as a creator?
Iâve had an absolute blast drawing fanart over the years, and itâs certainly played a massive role in my growth as an artist. But my dream has always been to publish my own stories for y'all to enjoy! I have lots of worlds I want to introduce to you before Iâm old and gray. I want to get faster, work harder, and get better at drawing interesting settings so I can get the wheels turning as soon as possible. I also want to stop avoiding the color blue like a coward.
What do you wish you knew when you first started out creating art that you know now?
Pay your taxes quarterly. Tablets will break at the exact moment you need them most, so have a spare. Wear your blue light glasses. Youâre going to need to wear a brace on every joint on the right side of your body. It can be lonely sitting at your desk all day. The car on the side of the road that costs $1000 cashâŚ.. donât trust it!!!
Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?
@cranityâThey use absolutely beautiful colors and weighty line work. Everything looks so sharp and clean! I wanna put it all up on my wall!
@vewnâTheir ability to crank out quality short films and illustrations packed with detail is incredible. The off-kilter perspective they use really sells disorientation and catches your attention like nothing else.
@nelnalâThey have absolutely banger character designs again and again, I canât believe one personâs mind can come up with so many creative ideas!
@jinx88kcâThey have a beautiful and recognizable style, and the way they incorporate animation into their illustrations sometimes is SO cool!
Thanks for stopping by, Metal! For more of Metalâs work, follow their Tumblr, @themetalhiro! If you haven't seen their Meet the Artist piece, be sure to check it out here!
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