#today was a good day icl

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

hey guys feeling silly yall mind if i attend all my classes on time, take a peaceful train ride home, have a nice chilly fall walk to my friends house, then go get ramen with them and study at a late-night coffee shop in the middle of a little park? and if i drink a cute little caramel espresso milkshake while we listen to music and finish our assignments in comfortable silence? is that cool?

[beiibeiii]

theres no one left to blame but me

husband!arlecchino x wife!reader wlw smut

a long awaited and requested continuation / part 2 of cold nights !

tw : fluff/comfort, soft-ish arle, happy ending :), she apologies, rushed smut near the end, service top-ish arle, arle has a cock, angsty near the start, little bit of crying out of relief?, icl there is so much filler, not proof read, sorry this took ages to post sob

art creds : nuiilar on twt

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the morning after, your eyelids flutter open. the sunlight was peeking through the curtains, onto the white bedsheets. you feel disoriented and completely out of it. you found yourself in a warm, comfortable bed. a contrast to where you remember you rested last night. you found yourself in your shared room.. except, it hadn't really been shared at all lately. as memories of last night start to cloud your mind, you immediately sit up and turn to your right.

to your disappointment, the other side of the bed was empty.. as usual. you feel like a fool for getting your hopes up. the fact she was too prideful enough to show her face to you, made your already existing pit of emptiness dig deeper into you heart. or so thats what you thought.

perhaps it was because you had drained most of your sorrows out last night.

with an exhausted sigh you ran a hand through your hair as your head lowered to idly stare down at the covers. the bedsheets were intoxicated with arlecchino's sickening cologne, even though she hadn't even been here in a while. her cologne made your head spin. you furrow your eyebrows as you sat in the dark room. your eyes glance at the clock on the bedside table. it was 6:17am. arlecchino would of left around an hour ago already..

shame, she didn't even leave a note or anything to apologise.

you don't feel like doing anything today. you just wanted to stay in bed and drown yourself in your worries for the whole day. you feel your lips curl into a frown knowing you will probably have to continue the day alone again. you force yourself off the cozy bed. your legs feel shaky.. you feel light headed as your vision blurs into momentary darkness as you stood up. god, had she really affected you that much? .

you lightly swing the door open and hazily walk into the long hallway. the hallway seemed to stretch on far more than you recalled it to. your eyes glaze over memorable photos of you and arlecchino etched onto the wall. golden frames bordering the beautiful person arlecchino used to be. you pass down the gallery of these, now, lost memories, the connection of these precious memories you used to hold so close to your heart, now feels like a lost, distant dream you yearn for.

you felt nauseous as reality dawns upon you. the truth weighing down into your already crushed heart. the memories flooding into you all at once did no good for you. each photo carried a different, loving memory from when arlecchino was genuinely.. peruere.

your head ached from the overload of contrasting feelings. the passion she once invested in you had vanished along with her love for you, it seemed. the flames she bares that once ignited your vulnerable heart, is forever extinguished. the arlecchino you once knew and loved, had faded into the chambers of her own cold, restricted heart. you couldn’t recognise her anymore.

you lazily dragged yourself down the stairs to avoid any signs of her. as you do, you could smell pancakes being cooked in the kitchen. you assume it's just another house maid. you tiredly walk in with your head lowered, not bothering to look up to see who it was, as you had already, mentally, came up with your final verdict.

you sit in the dining room, just passing kitchen and whoever was in there. you were too clouded to even bother figuring out who it was. you rest your elbow on the table and your chin in your palm. your eyes casted down on the table. suddenly, a small stack of pancakes with no toppings on them whatsoever was slid in front of you. you knew exactly who it was.

arlecchino's gaze rolled over your face as she slid you the plate. her eyes narrowed, they were still as cold as ever. she knew you clearly hadn't had a good night of sleep. your expression was weary and your face puffy. a sharp pang of remorse took ahold of her once more. she couldn't bare to see the sight of you, completely drained of all happiness, because of her. she knew she couldn't drag this on any longer.

she gently place the silverware on the side of the plate. you noticed the gleam of her ring shining under light for a moment. your eyebrows furrow slightly. she wore the ring you brought her. it gave you a slight sense of relief. yet you still don't dare to look at her face. not yet at least.

"good morning, my dear." her voice echoed slightly through the dining room.

you purse your lips at her words. you can't bring yourself to say 'good morning' back. if it were a good morning, then you would probably still be in bed in her arms. your gaze doesn't wander away from the pancakes in front of you. you feel as she pulls away from behind you to take a seat in front of you with her own plate of pancakes. arlecchino subtly glances at you before taking a bite of her warm, plain pancakes. the silence was deafening. it only raised the tension in the air. deciding to break the ice, she spoke again. her expression was neutral.

"i made pancakes.." she mused once more, as if she wasn't stating the obvious. she really didn't know how to initiate a conversation with you. especially after last night.

you could tell in her voice she was trying hard. you felt your heart pick it's self up at the thought of her attempt to make breakfast and start a conversation. you didn't want to keep being mad at her. hell, you weren't even supposed to be mad at her to begin with. you decided to nod after a long pause of silence. picking up your utensils to start eating the plain pancakes.

despite all of that, you still didn't have the courage to look her in the face.

before you knew it, you both had already finished eating. you didn't want to admit it but you missed her cooking. even if it was plain and tasteless. you both hadn't exchanged a word once. arlecchino couldn't take it anymore. she didn't want to see this distraught look on your face any longer. she leans over the table, her hand firmly, yet so gently, lifting your chin up.

"please, look at me. i cannot stand seeing you like this.." your breath hitches quietly at her sudden action. her words have a hint of softness and desperation in them. her gaze is as firm yet as gentle as her touch. your eyes gaze into her crossed pupils. you find yourself lost in her iris. mesmerising you.

"arle.." you utter quietly under your breath.

"let me make it up to you." she almost pleads. her eyebrows are furrowed, taking in all of your beautiful features. she had to admit, it had been a while since she last saw you properly and so close like this. you feel your throat tighten, her words tugging at your heart strings.

you don't know whether to trust her words anymore. especially after she had been hanging around that new fatui recruit recently. her hand falls from your chin yet your head still stays up to look at her. her rough, blackened hands hold your soft ones. firmly giving it a little squeeze.

"i was wrong. let me take you out to dinner tonight. i promise, i will discard any worries you have." her voice wasn't soft, but nor was it cold. you knew she was never good with expressing her emotions. you feel weary of her proposal. the cool ring you had brought for her was against your hand. the gentle look in her eyes make you give into her pleads. you hesitantly replied after a moment of contemplation.

"okay. i.. will let you take me out for dinner." you reply quietly. your gaze lowering in slight embarrassment. now you really couldn't back out of this. she nods as she hums in response. getting out of her seat to carefully pull you out of your seat. embracing your body in her warm arms, pushing your head against her chest. the smell of her cologne was more prominent than ever.

you felt relief course through your body. the scene of her no longer sickened you. your hands cling onto the t-shirt she's wearing, squeezing the fabric as you feel tears starting to be forced out of your eyes again. her hands reassuringly stroke your hair, her fingertips getting lost in each strand.

"i apologise, my dear. i was wrong." she whispers softly yet hesitantly. all tension that was in the air had disappeared. arlecchino doesn't know if she's comforting you correctly. the feeling just felt so foreign to her. in all honesty, it hurt her to see you like this. she wanted to take your pain away from you. she lets you cry it out in her chest. whispering sweet things every so often. constantly alternating between tangling her fingers in your hair and rubbing comforting circles on your back.

she just hoped her actions were able to get her message, that she cares about you, across to you more than her words are.

soon, the evening came around a lot quicker than you had expected. it had been a while since you've had to doll yourself up to look good for arlecchino. you enjoyed having an excuse to dress up every so often. you decided to put on a elegant white dress and heels on for tonight, hoping to take that stupid, nee fatui recruit off her mind.

arlecchino was already outside, waiting for you as she leaned against her expensive, sleek car. she had dressed up in a elegant suit with small chains in between the buttons. she had a crimson red waistcoat and of course her ridiculous heels. in her arms was a beautiful bouquet of roses. she was mentally hoping she was doing everything right, that she wouldn't say or do anything wrong.

not soon after, as you leave your residence, you are greeted by arlecchino. your breath hitches the second you laid eyes on her, she looked so handsome.. the way she was fiddling around with the roses just to make sure they're perfect. the way she leans against the car. every little thing about her was so captivating. at last, you see her look up at you, slowly walking towards you with that confident stride. god you were absolutely ravishing. she leans down slightly and takes your hand. her rough hand firmly brings your contrasting one to her soft lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. she gazes up at you through her eyelashes. you feel heat rush to your cheeks immediately.

"you look stunning my dear. here, roses, for you." she muses against your hand, keeping her voice even. fuck. you looked so pretty, all dolled up just for her. you feel her light breath against your knuckles before she pulls away, standing back up straight. towering over you as she hands you the perfect bouquet of roses you've ever seen. carefully you take them out of her hands, smiling lightly as you inhaled the floral smell.

it was as if time slowed down. a gentle breeze of the evening air brushed across your faces. arlecchino's lips parted as her gaze softened ever so slightly. she feels all signs of doubt leave her body. the tips of her ears were heating up at your gorgeous smile, no matter how much she tried to hold it back. thankfully for her, her ears were covered by her hair. she hadn't seen your beautiful smile for so long. it wasn't until now she had realised how much she had missed it.

"thank you. you look so beautiful too arle.." you smiled softly. you felt as if you could forgive her already. you hugged the roses carefully in your arms. they smelt good. you noticed how the corner of her lips twitched ever so slightly. how her gaze had also softened. you hadn't seen that look in a while. arlecchino, on the other hand, felt warmth she hadn't felt in a while, bubble up within her chest. deep inside, she felt like a giddy teenager falling for you for the first time all over again. she quickly pulls herself together, clearing her throat.

"come on, we wouldn't want to be late, would we?" she states, wrapping a arm around you waist, walking you to her expensive car. she opens the door for you graciously, urging you to get in first.

you mumbled a small "thank you" to which she replies with a nod. you blush softly at the small yet thoughtful action. she was so.. gentlemanly. arlecchino had such a charming personality, it was drawing you in. you hear as she closes the door on you and makes her way to the drivers seat. the seats were luxurious, made of dark red leather.

her beautiful hands made their way to the steering wheel. the engine roared as it pulled out of the driveway. her attention constantly, yet subtly divided between the road and you. she couldn't help but steal glances towards you from time to time. you looked utterly gorgeous tonight. her predatory gaze would always wander to your beautiful legs, perfectly exposed when you're wearing a dress. before immediately sticking to the road. no. she couldn't be thinking of such things. she had to properly make it up to you first.

the car ride in general was quiet. it was a comforting yet pleasant silence. you didn't mind it. you looked out the window, watching the city go past you. the shadows of tall skyscrapers and light, emitting from lit up buildings, towering over the city, flicker onto the car. giving it a beautifully shadowed hue.

it wasn't soon before arlecchino drove into a car park of an expensive looking restaurant. it was one you knew people waited over months just to get an reservation. the car comes to an stop. arlecchino gives you a soft glance before she got out of the car. walking over to open the door for you. her hand extended out to you with a gentle yet firm gaze. you smile softly as you take her hand. getting out the car. she keeps her hand in yours, leading you into the luxurious restaurant.

as arlecchino led you into the restaurant, she noticed the going quieter than it was before. everyone there looking at the two of you. numerous whispers and glances were spilling around the groups of people. you could tell that they were looking at you, of course. you looked beautiful in your dress, you were like eye candy. most people also recognised arlecchino, the knave. wondering why she was here with such a pretty girl.

arlecchino didn't bother to act polite in front of other people. she gave the patrons a cold, vicious glare as they looked in your direction. she didn't like it. she didn't like how everyone's eyes were all on you. you were hers and she was yours. arlecchino could almost feel the anxiousness imploding your mind currently. her arm wrapping around your waist firmly once more. pulling you in closer to her, as if telling everyone who you belonged to.

"just ignore them. they don't matter." she mumbles lowly into your ear, as if trying to reassure you. you let a quiet breath, you didn't know you were holding, out at her words. you stop tensing up and relax as you feel her hands squeeze your waist subtly.

as the gazes of the other patrons disperse, arlecchino makes her high status known, just by an glance from the waiters. the restaurant's staff instantly catered to her high status, treating her with upmost respect and almost fear. you two are instantly escorted to the table. it was next to a breathtaking view of the sunset. as the sun's rays fell upon your skin, it accentuated your beauty, making your face glow. arlecchino could not pull her eyes off of you. she was absolutely captivated by you. you were absolutely gorgeous..

as the two of you settle into your seats, menu's are handed out as the waiter leaves you for some time alone. arlecchino glazes over the menu. carefully reading over everything. in her mind, she hopes this dinner will be able to clear most things up. her eyes glanced up at you, who was also reading the menu. she was determined to make this dinner meaningful and memorable for you. she wanted to make up to you. no, she had to.

"order anything you fancy, my dear." arlecchino said before taking a glance back at the menu.

"alright.. thank you, arle." your lips curl in a light smile. eventually the two of you ordered drinks and food. arlecchino ordering a steak tartare and you just a steak yourself. the two of you ordered red wine. arlecchino made sure to watch your alcohol intake. arlecchino could always handle her alcohol really well, but you, on the other hand, was quite a light drinker. she didn't want you to get wasted.

she lifts her glass of wine. "cheers?" she pushes her glass towards you.

"cheers!" you laugh out softly at her slight awkwardness. your glasses made a small clink. you see the small, reassured smile on her face as you both take a sip. you feel the expensive liquid burn your throat. arlecchino watched as you downed your wine with a smile. she could tell that the alcohol was already starting to ease you up. that's good. it only meant you're enjoying yourself and she has fewer chances to mess things up.

"wow.. it's really good." you muse, your gaze relaxed. there seemed to not be as much tension as before. when she noticed your gaze relaxed, she took it as a sign that things were turning out alright. arlecchino was relieved.

"of course, only the best for you, my love." she murmurs back. her voice has a softer edge to it now. her hand reaching over to yours. placing it on top of your hand lovingly. you feel your gaze soften more in awe at her affection. it had been a while since she had treated you so well like this.

she lowers her gaze momentarily. her lips parting before closing back up again. god she didn't know how to start. she had to stop avoiding her thoughts and apologise already.

"i.. apologise again, for my actions lately." she stammers out suddenly. she looks at you right in the eyes as she says this. you know she was being sincere.

"i shouldn't of forgotten such an important date like our anniversary and neglected you for such a long period of time." she pauses momentarily. her eyebrows furrowing as she pulls her thoughts together. trying to get the sting of words bundled up in her throat right out. the sight of your crying again broke her heart. she never wanted to see you cry, because of her ever again. her hand squeezes yours subtly.

"moreover, that fatui recruit.. she means nothing to me. i mean it. you deserve nothing but pure happiness. and i promise, i will do everything, and anything for you because i love you. more than i can ever explain." her words are firm and gentle. you feel your heart warm up at her words. you knew she never liked to speak up, she was prideful and was never good with her words. you couldn't be angry at her any longer.

"arle.. just.. promise you won't do it again." you reply softly. your eyebrows furrowed still, in slight uneasiness until she confirms it herself. her words were most definitely touching your heart. her words were so genuine.

she brings your hand up to her face. your hand cupping the side of her cheek lightly. "i swear on the tsarita's name, my love." she replies with an gentle tone. her eyes were glazing into yours. arlecchino knew that she was practically begging for forgiveness right now, and she hated it. buy she wants your forgiveness, she needs your forgiveness. seeing you so upset, hurts her more than anything.

your breath hitches at her sudden gesture. her face was so warm, her skin milky soft. god she was breathtaking right now.

"i.. forgive you, arle." you breathe out. you feel all tension leave your body. you can feel your own heart beating again. thumping hard against your chest. you feel like you've fallen in love with her for the first time all over again.

"thank you, my love. i don't deserve you." she whispers softly against your palm. her body visibly relaxes. she feels her heart flutter in her chest. her ears heating up again. she hadn't fucked everything over in the end. she was so afraid of losing you after that night. she can never let things get that bad ever again.

unfortunately for the both of you, your intimate moment was cut short when a waiter arrived with your meal, much to arlecchino's annoyance. shame.. arlecchino wanted to bask in your forgiveness and sweet words just a little longer. you pulled your hand away, feeling embarrassed that the waiter had seen how close you were with her. you hoped you hadn't made arlecchino seem soft. not that she actually minded it.

your eyes widened in awe at the food placed onto the wooden table. it looked absolutely delicious. it smelt amazing. it was of high quality and was luxurious. the harbinger couldn't help but feel a slight irritation that your tender and heartfelt moment was ruined. she would much rather be lost in your eyes and touch right now. but she couldn't stay mad, especially when she saw the adorable look on your face.

once you thanked the waiter with a sweet smile and arlecchino with a stoic nod, they left. as we picked up the utensils, arlecchino glanced at me once more.

"i hope the meal is up to your standards, my dear."

and oh god it was. the rich flavours of the steak was literally melting on your tongue. taking sips of alcohol in between. the two of you had a nice conversation. you hadn't had that in a while. it felt like you were catching up on her life despite living together.t wasn't soon before you were finished with your meal. arlecchino would just nod, setting the napkin down saying something along the lines of "not bad. would be better without these.. complex seasonings."

it wasn't long before found yourself inebriated with alcohol despite how much arlecchino limited your alcohol intake. your cheeks were slightly flushed red. your eyes half lidded with that small pouty look on your face. your words would slur and you would sway side to side in your seat. trying, what seemed to be your best, to sit up straight in your seat. you would babble on about random topics.

arlecchino watched you quickly fall under the influence. sighing out with a small smile. completely adoring your drunken self. what an 'handful' for arlecchino to deal with..

arlecchino practically dragged you out your seat and into her arms. helping your drunken self stumble out the restaurant. her hand was on your waist firmly as she helped you into the car. everything was a blur. your mind was clouded and you felt all floaty. by the time you both reached the front door, you were already heavily leaning on her, having trouble walking straight alone. arlecchino helped you to the bed. your felt your body lightly laid you down onto the soft covers of the bed.

you were mumbling and giggling, completely drunk. she found you absolutely endearing in this state. she smiled faintly as she pushed some strands of hair out your face. god you looked heavenly right now. your silky hair was sprawled out on the bed. your lips were slightly parted with your head tilted to the side a little. your half lidded eyes gazing drunkly into her sober ones. the red streak of blush across your face only accentuated your drunkness.

"come on, let's get you to bed-" she mumbles before getting cut off by you tugging her down by her collar. your faces so close together. arlecchino's breath hitches at your sudden action and the sudden closeness.

"arle.. wan' you.. to apologise in.. another way.." you slur out quietly. your eyebrows furrowing. you are completely out of it. you sloppily lift your hips to lightly and not to subtly grind on hers.

oh.. she gets the hint. she feels her ears and cheeks heat up some more now. she feels her dick harden in her pants. she feels so.. tight and restricted. the air was so hot in here. one of her hands find their way to the side of your hips and lightly push them down. trying to be reasonable with your drunken self.

"dear, your drunk, you need to sleep-" arlecchino is cut off once more when you pull her head down to smash her lips on yours. arlecchino groans against your hips. she knows you want this and now she does too. her tongue enters your mouth as you let out a small muffled moan, your eyes fluttering closed. her lips were so soft. her lips made you feel more dizzier than you already were. her hands run down your back, feeling the smooth fabric of your dress underneath her fingertips. she reaches up to the zipper and pulls it down with sudden urgency.

she pulls her lips away, leaving you both breathless. she doesn't waste another second, tugging the dress off of you. her eyes roam all over your body hungrily. your eyelashes flutter open. in your hazy vision you see arlecchino drinking in the sight of you in your lace undergarments. her self-control snapping at the sight of that lace on your body

"all this for me? such a eager girl.." she smirks. you feel heat rush up to your core. you subtly rub your thighs with a whine. needing her so badly right now.

"tell me what you want sweet girl.. i'm all yours tonight.." she mumbles lowly into your ear.

"need you.. now.. pleaseeee.." you huff out. she could feel the heat pooling between her legs as you huff out those words. you looked so beautiful and sensual begging for her, it was driving her crazy. she knows she should be nice to you today, so she gives you want you want. she dips down to your neck, hungrily biting down and sucking sweetly on your neck. eliciting light moans from your throat. she leaves a trail of light red marks down your neck. losing the last bit of restraint she had.

her fingers carefully unclasp your bra. her hands moving swiftly to slide the lace off of you in anticipation. your tittys were hard, just for her. you shiver slightly at the coldness. arlecchino sucks in a breath at the sight of your. undressing herself quickly and leaving herself in her boxers. you could see the massive buldge ready to get out of the confides of her boxers. her abs were more prominent in the dark lighting. god she was so hot.

"so beautiful.." arlecchino's tone of voice is throaty and quiet. she leans in and wraps her lips around your nipple. you let out a quiet breath, moaning sweetly. your body was so sensitive from alcohol. arlecchino's actions barely registering in your mushy mind.

her other hand pinches and rolls and pulls on your other nipple in between her fingers. making the pleasure so much higher. she sucks on your nipple sweetly, relishing your moans before pulling away. her hand slowly slides down your body, her touch tracing a trail of fire on your skin. she can feel your body shiver slightly under her touch, becoming more desperate every second.

her hand dips down to your clothed cunt. you were absolutely soaked for her. she rubs her thumb on where your clit is. making your hips spasm and lean into her. your eyes fluttering closed as she forces a hoarse moan from you.

"stop.. eat me.. out already.." you whine out desperately. she smirks, complying with your needs and pulls your spoiled underwear aside. her hands hold your thighs and open them. keeping them open firmly as her long, wet muscle gives a long lick to your wet hole so.. slowly. making you shiver against her. your thighs wanting to close around her head.

"stop.. teasing.." you whine out drunkly. your hand finds their way to her head as you push her head into your cunt. you feel her lips curl up as her tongue enter your warm walls. she feels your walls spasms around her tongue. making her groan into your cunt. an vibrating hit your pussy as you throw you head back in pleasure.

"f-faster arle.." you huff out, your word slurring, in pleasure. your grip on her hair is weak in your sensitive drunk state. her nose nudges against your clit so perfectly.

she picks up the pace, devouring your pussy with her mouth. her tongue pumping in and out of your tight hole. making loud slurping noises and you push her head unto your pussy more.

"n..ngh.. more..!" you pant out, your breath shaky, rolling your hips into her mouth more. arlecchino obeys, shoving her face deeper into you. her nose buried into your folds as she sucks and eats your cunt. her hands move from your thighs to your folds and lightly pull them apart. giving her better access to your dripping hole. your thighs squeeze against her head in desperation. arlecchino groans at the feeling, against your wet cunt as she grinds her cock into the bed. fuck she so was desperate but your needs came first.

you pornagraphic moans only fuel her drive more. the way you tugged on her hair closer to you, only turned up the intensity of your pleasure more. you feel like your on cloud nine right now, feeling that coil in your stomach form. "close..!" you'd pant out, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"go on then, pretty girl.." arlecchino's lip curl up into a smile against your pussy. you let out a high pitched moan, smashing her face into your cunt and your thighs squeeze her head as your orgasm washes over you. arlecchino felt your pussy clenching around her tongue and trembling against her mouth, your cum gushing out in streams. she groans at the cum all over her face, lapping it right up before pulling away with a string of saliva on her tongue. her chin absolutely dripping in your release.

she has a light smirk on her face, clearly pleased with your orgasm, as she wipes your release on her arm. you feel all light headed after you came, the alcohol influencing you for more. arlecchino pulled her boxers down, her massive cock springing out and slapping against her stomach. fuck, she was absolutely leaking with pre-cum. you looked at her cock in awe. arlecchino kisses you sweetly, you could taste yourself on her tongue. her erection was hard, poking right into your thigh.

she pulls away, gently pushing a strand of hair in your face out the way. gazing into your half lidded eyes.

"i'll go slow.. tell me how you'd like it, okay?" she mumbles softly. you nod, letting out a small hum of agreement.

"theres my girl.." she trails off, holding her cock in her hand as she rubs it all over your wet slit. smearing your wet juices all over her, coating her cock in your cum. your pussy twitches at her rubbing her cock all over you. she peppers sweet kisses on your forehead as she starts to push her hard cock into your tight little hole slowly. her thick cock spreads your walls apart, sinking deeper into your soaked cunt. she groans, "come on.. relax.." feeling your walls flutter around her at the intrusion, clenching down on her.

you let out little mewls. she was just so.. big. you felt stuffed to the brim. your eyes flutter shut as her thumb comes in contact with your clit. rubbing your little bundle of nerves to loosen your cunt up. your walls spasm against her length as she rubs on your clit. immediately loosening yourself up as she pushes the rest in, lightly in one fluid motion. you felt your vision turn white for a second as your hips snapped together. arlecchino lets out a deep growl at how your gummy walls pulse around her. you felt her cock spear your pussy, pressing right up to your cervix. you were so stretched out by her.

you find yourself trying to catch your breath as arlecchino whispers sweet things to you. telling you how good you are for her and how well your doing. she allows you to adjust to her massive size for as long as long as you need to. after a short while, you give her a small nod as you start to get used to her girth.

"i'm going to move now, alright?" she mumbles lowly yet sweetly, her hands holding your hips firmly as she pulls back. her hips part from yours before she slowly rocks her hips. thrusting in and out of your warm walls. you let out a shaky breath at her size and how she hit the right spots so effortlessly. she growls, it took everything to hold back her urge to just throw your legs over her shoulder and pound you to oblivion. god she was so compliant, taking you slowly, just as she promised, just like the good husband she wants to be.

her pace picks up to a bearable one. her fat cock brushes your cervix so easily, the sounds of her grunts and the sound of skin slapping sounded so good. your eyebrows furrow in pleasure when she hits your good spot, she notices this, continuously pumping her cock into it. arlecchino starts to lose her restraint, her hands on your hips tighten as her pace picks up some more. her breath starts getting ragged. the room smelled like sex, your drunken self already had your brains fucked out. she starts thrusting with more fervour, the intense slapping of skin was heard. your walls spasm around her fat cock at the filthy sounds.

you get breathless, arlecchino elicit high pitcher moans from your throat. her relentless pace too much for your drunken self to handle. after some struggle, your arms find their way to her back. your hands grip onto her back, your nails scratching into her back leaving red scratches into her toner back. she grunts at the stinging sensation, turning her on.

"slow.. ngh.. down arle..!" you whine out. your vision starts to cloud in darkness momentarily. she looks up at your pleasured face through her eyelashes and her rough, ruthless pace was now at an slower, loving pace. her grip on your hips loosen. arlecchino knows your close from how your walls are so beautifully squeezing her.

"come on, come with me pretty girl.." she groans out in pleasure. as you feel your orgasm wash over, arlecchino pushes herself to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you. you hold her tight, letting out a erotic moan. you was sure enough it was loud enough for the rest of the house maid's finishing up to hear. arlecchino watched as your stomach, full of your mixed cum, bloats. she pumps a few more strokes into you with intentions of fucking her cum straight into your womb.

"so good for me.." she mumbles, kissing your lips gently. you let out small muffled mewls, before she pulls out, pulling away as your your cum is oozing out your pussy. god, what a pretty sight it was. you feel dazed, panting and catching your breath, as you stare up into the ceiling on the brink of passing out from pleasure and the alcohol.

arlecchino helps clean yourselves up, changing the sheets before pulling you into her warm embrace. your head was buried in her neck, your bare bodies pressed against each other. it felt nice, you hadn't felt like this in a while. you found yourself not thinking about anything else, too drunk and blissed out to do so. only barely listening to her praises and the feeling of her peppering kissed on your face and drawing circles on your back. it was easier to fall asleep with her by your side.

"did so well for me hm?" she mumbles lowly with a light smile. arlecchino missed this warmth and the intimacy you two used shared frequently. she watches as you fall asleep in her arms cozily. watching your face in the pure bliss of sleep. usually, on any other day, you would find yourself awake the next morning, alone on a cold bed. but not tonight, or any other night from today forwards, for she will be by your side, embracing your body. the next morning, you will find her hugging you, waking up with you, like a loving husband she wants to be. she promises to treat you so well, with everything she has.

you were to use her, command her and cast her aside. use her as your blade. for she, will always be yours.

these nights, were no longer classed as cold nights.

not anymore.

[dwaekkicidal]

pussyplay with channie????? like taping and slapping??? oh god

this plagued me since the second i saw it earlier today so i had to write something for it or else i'd explode.

edit; i was rereading this and realized that you mightve meant taping as in (tape) and not tapping LMFAO if thats what u wanted lmk and i’ll write you something for that bc i lowkey find that hot😭♥️

~700 words | warnings: fingering (f receiving), pussy slaps/taps, generally mean dom chris icl..., exhibitionism

god Chris and pussy slaps are so MMMMMMMM👹 he's the type to do softer slaps just to tease but hard slaps as a punishment for you misbehaving and/or moving around too much. unless its a day where he's pissed off for whatever reason and you give him the ok to use you. then you're really in for it.

❥ let's say that something went wrong at the studio earlier today; maybe one of his files corrupted and he lost hours worth of progress. i lowkey think he'd be the type to be so angry that he would cry bc he admitted to having anger issues lmao but after that, he's coming home and walking in the door in pure silence. maybe slamming doors subconsciously and/or setting things down aggressively.

❥ and, being the good little toy you are, you pull him into the bedroom and give him the option to either [A] talk about it with you or [B] fuck his anger out using you <3 and who is he to deny that good of an ultimatum???

❥ so he'll get all rough and pin you down to the bed >< almost ripping your clothes as he takes them off. or- better yet, if you have nothing but his shirt on then he's simply pushing your panties to the side. he'll force a few fingers down your throat to wet them and then shove two right into your cunt

❥ he'll finger you soooo meanly and the second you start to squirm too much for his liking or the second your legs try to close, one of those pretty, veiny hands are coming down on your clit >< he might even pull his wet fingers out to slap them across your folds too before plunging them back in

THIS JUST CAME TO MIND BUT IF HE'S ANGRY HE'S DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO SAY SHIT LIKE "This greedy fucking pussy. So tight and can't fit all my fingers in it." *whack* "What am I gonna do with you."

❥ but he's not a complete sadist though, so he'll rub over the area a few times as an apology and maybe give you a kiss or two there. but that's all you're getting <3 because this is about him and for once in his life he's allowing himself to be greedy (🔫), so he's gonna sit there for as long as it takes for his anger to subside (not long but he can and will pretend to be angry just to keep going)

the first way i thought of him tapping your pussy is through your panties ><

❥ maybe you're at an event with him or you're out at dinner with him and the boys. maybe you're just a liiiittle more bratty than usual for whatever reason, maybe you were being rude/a brat the entire way there and now that everyone is sat, you just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself. so when it's <15 minutes into dinner, the appetizers haven't even arrived yet, and he already feels your hands on his thigh? his patience is thrown out the window.

❥ even more so when that hand moves right over the semi-hardon in his jeans and rubs it ever so lightly. then you're stealing his hand and sliding it under the table, to everybody else it looks like you guys are holding hands but trying to do so secretly, so if somebody notices they just smile and wiggle their eyebrows at the "PDA."

❥ but in reality you're sliding that hand between your parting thighs and placing your hand over his, basically instructing him to rub over your pussy through your already thin panties. and those thin panties that seem even thinner by the way your wetness seeps through.

❥ he'll shove his tongue into the skin of his cheek, squeeze his legs together to relieve some tension, and then he's swatting your hand away. he'll spread your folds through the fabric just to tap against your clit meanly. he wont even rub it or give it any other sort of attention; just tapping it softly sometimes then roughly the other. the rough ones make you actually jump/shiver and some of the guys catch on, but he'll just say you're cold.

❥ then he's not stopping until you start to make some noise, either if whines start to come out of your throat or if your breaths turn into low moans. at that point, he'll pat you a singular time and remove his hands. he'll act like nothing happened the rest of the night... until you get home c;

[piastri-lover]

nonsense; oscar piastri

summary: in which oscar is so whipped for his singer girlfriend and fans are soft over their interactions

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader

author's note: loved this prompt, juding by my username i think u can tell by my user that oscar's my fave f1 driver so having an excuse to do this was so fun xx

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user2 it's always a good day when y/n posts

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️ -yourusername mwah mwah

user3 oscar is always here within seconds -user4 bro has his notifs on

user5 icl after how depressing the last album was i need some more upbeat music y/n -user6 she's dating oscar now so i'm sure it won't be like last time -user7 yeah emails i can't send ruined me

landonorris it's a bop y'all -logansargeant @/yourusername how come u let him listen and not me :((( --yourusername come round later this week and u can have a listen &lt;3

user8 the number of f1 drivers in y/n's comments has slowly been increasing and i'm very happy about it -user9 oscar's been good for her --user8 love to see my girl happy

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yourusername words can't describe how much i love u -oscarpiastri the song seemed to get the message across

yourusername ily ily ily -user12 i hope oscar can fight bc i need that energy in my life

user13 no idea how random boy who drives fast cars in wonky circles pulled the actual queen -user14 the way u know neither of them are golddiggers and they genuinely love each other

user15 the romeo and juliet of our time -yourusername don't they both die at the end? --user15 yeah lol ---yourusername yeah no thanks

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user16 y/n come home the kids miss u

user17 can't believe my wife has a new boyfriend

oscarpiastri looking at u got me thinking nonsense -yourusername cartwheels in my stomach when u walk in --landonorris when u got ur arms around me ---logansargeant it feels so good i had to jump the octave

user18 pretty

dualipa song slaps -yourusername best friend

user19 don't know whether i want to be her or be with her -oscarpiastri be with her. trust me

user20 oscars replying to her comments boy is whipped -user21 if someone else had to date my wife i would want it to be him

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[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 004 ! loveyloveydoveydovey

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note icl jungwon in this interview was the inspo. also short ep bc i started school 2day and im js so tired. ps sorry if this ep seemed sloppy. i rlly wanted to update cz i didnt want school to stop me from posting, but i just didnt have the energy today

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two weeks had passed since the announcement of you and riki being the next music bank mcs, and today was your first day. but, you ended up interviewing your own group, with them appearing once more.

“-music start!” danielle called out as supernatural began to play.

you, alongside your group, started doing the choreography to the song with a good amount of energy. but, not as much power as if it was a performance.

riki was visible but only through your peripheral vision as your focus remained on the camera. out the corner of your eye, you saw him dancing to supernatural as well, with small movements.

after the music ended, you saw him smile softly at you, before continuing on with the interview.

“great work today!” sunghoon came up to riki as you both walked off stage after the cameras cut. “oh, hey? what are you doing here?” “just wanted to pick you up. and see y/n.” he smirked as he saw you approaching, with your members not far behind.

“hi sunghoon.” you smiled.

“hey y/n. you look good. you think i could get your number?” he joked, as riki crossed his arms with a frown.

riki knew sunghoon just wanted to get under his skin, so he didn’t acknowledge the fact it was working.

“sorry. you’re really cute and all, but i’ve got my eyes set on someone else.” you apologized, winking at the pouty boy next to you.

riki’s face immediately lit up, and his whole mood changed. he brought a hand up to sheepishly rub his neck.

“relax! you guys are so lovey-dovey, it’s sickening.” danielle pretended to throw up.

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[reidmania]

sharpest tool | s.reid

(chapter five, i know it wont work)

‘I left you here, heard you keep the extra closet empty in case this year, i come back and stay throughout my twenties. What if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently? And down the road, you will love me until you resent me. Mm, mm, mm, i’ve had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacing. what if I'm not, worth the time and breath I know you're saving?’

summary; spencer wasn’t prepared to be confronted by the realism of what he had done, he wasn’t prepared to see that penelope had been hanging out with you.

warnings; mentions of ghosting, spencer’s perspective guys!! this is quite angsty icl, theres no real indication of why he did what he did (unless u can see all my hidden clues) fem reader, like always. if u guys have any assumptions or guesses about WHY spencer did what he did, drop them in my asks, im so curious.

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The bullpen hummed with its usual rhythm—the tapping of keyboards, the muted sounds of phone calls, the faint rustle of papers. It was a familiar backdrop, something Spencer could usually lose himself in, find comfort in. Today, though, it all felt distant. His fingers hovered over his keyboard, but his mind wasn’t on the profile he was supposed to be writing. It hadn’t been for days. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back to you.

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred thirty-six hours, and still, not a single word between the two of you.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He hadn’t planned to cut you off. Everything had been going well, hadn’t it? The late-night phone calls, the texts that made him smile at odd moments during the day, your smile in the morning after he had stayed the night, the way you had slowly become a part of his routine. You were more than just someone he talked to—you were someone he had started to let in, fall in love with.

Spencer hadn’t meant to ghost you. He’d had no intention of leaving things hanging like that. But now, two weeks later, the silence felt like an unbridgeable chasm, and the thought of contacting you filled him with a strange mix of fear and guilt.

"Spence, you good?"

JJ’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. She was standing beside his desk, her phone in hand, a playful smile on her face. For a moment, Spencer blinked up at her, disoriented, as if surfacing from deep underwater.

"Yeah," he said quickly, though the word came out more like a reflex than an actual answer.

JJ’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a glint in her eyes that told him she didn’t believe him. "Well, Penelope sent me something you’ll get a kick out of." She tapped her phone, scrolling for a moment before turning the screen toward him. "Check this out."

It was a photo—a bright, colorful snapshot of a shelf lined with bobbleheads. Not just any bobbleheads. Your bobbleheads.

Spencer’s heart thudded in his chest as he recognized them instantly. There was the Star Wars figurine, the baseball player, the goofy doctor who bobblehead you’d joked reminded you of him. He could practically hear your voice in his mind, laughing as you told him the story behind each one. You’d shown him your collection months ago, one of the first times he came to your house, your face lit up with enthusiasm as you shared that little part of yourself with him, it was when you were both still friends, yet he had noticed the way you had began letting him in to the small things, all the things that made you, you.

But now, it wasn’t you sharing it. It was Penelope.

Spencer’s mind scrambled to piece together how this had happened, why Penelope had this photo. You hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting her, but then again, why would you? Penelope hadn’t said a word to him either. How had she ended up at your place, seeing your collection?

JJ, still smiling, didn’t notice his silence. "Penelope is having a girls night with a friend" she explained, her voice light and teasing. "And apparently, that friend has a whole shrine of these things."

Spencer’s stomach twisted. He hadn’t realized that your world and his had collided so suddenly. He hadn’t prepared for it. And now, here it was, right in front of him. The life he’d stepped away from was continuing without him, and it stung more than he wanted to admit.

"Hey," JJ said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his reaction. "Why do you look like that?"

Spencer’s throat felt tight. He managed a stiff nod, his voice barely above a whisper. "Uh- its... It’s hers." He didn’t need to say a name, the team hadn’t met you, but they knew about you, enough about you.

JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and she lowered the phone, her playful demeanor fading into something softer, more curious. "Oh… I didn’t realize. Penelope didn’t say who it was."

Spencer glanced away, the weight of her gaze heavy on him. He didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Not with JJ, and certainly not here, in the middle of the bullpen where the rest of the team could overhear.

"Spence, is everything okay?" JJ’s voice was gentle now, her concern clear. "You’ve been kind of… off lately. Does this have something to do with her?"

Spencer shook his head quickly, trying to brush it off. "No, it’s not that. I’ve just been busy with work. That’s all."

But JJ wasn’t convinced. "You sure? You never really said a word about her since… well, since you started talking to her. But now it feels like something’s changed— you’ve been so weird lately.."

Spencer wanted to mumble about how now there was nothing to smile about any more with the lack of your communication, but he chose against it. This was his doing. Before Spencer could respond, Derek wandered over, holding a coffee in each hand, his usual swagger in full force. He caught the tail end of the conversation, his sharp eyes flicking between JJ and Spencer.

"What’s going on?" Derek asked, handing one of the coffees to JJ and leaning against Spencer’s desk. "You two look serious."

JJ gave a small shrug, but her gaze lingered on Spencer. "Penelope was hanging out with a friend who has this crazy bobblehead collection. Turns out, it’s Spencer’s… friend."

Derek’s eyebrows shot up, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, that friend, huh?" He grinned and elbowed Spencer lightly. "The one you’ve been keeping all hush-hush about?"

Spencer forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Yeah. That one."

Could he still stay that? You were everything to him, friend sounded like the wrong word to define you, but with what he did, maybe a nothing, would be a better word to define what you were to him.

That felt so much more wrong.

All of this was wrong.

Derek chuckled, but there was a hint of concern beneath his playful tone. "Man, you’ve been acting weird lately. You wanna tell us what’s going on?"

Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The last thing he wanted was for the team to pry into his personal life, especially now. Especially when he was still grappling with the fallout of his own decision to pull away from you.

"I’m fine," he muttered, his voice a little too flat.

"You don’t look fine," JJ said, her worry deepening. "You can talk to us, you know."

Spencer opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. How could he explain? How could he tell them the real reason he’d ghosted you without giving away too much? The truth was too raw, too personal. It wouldn’t be fair to tell them and not you. He just couldn’t tell you.

But how could he explain that to them? To you? How could he admit that the reason he’d cut you off wasn’t because of anything you’d done, but because of the fear that had wrapped itself around him like a vise, squeezing tighter with every passing day?

"It’s… complicated," Spencer finally said, his voice barely audible.

Derek exchanged a look with JJ, both of them clearly unsatisfied with his vague answer. "Come on, pretty boy," Derek said, leaning in a little closer. "We’ve all got complicated lives. What’s really going on?"

Spencer clenched his jaw, the tension in his chest building. "I can’t talk about it."

JJ’s face softened, her voice lowering. "When was the last time you spoke to her?"

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, he thought she might know. But she didn’t press further, didn’t push for details. Instead, she just watched him, waiting for him to say something more. He couldn’t answer the question like she wanted him to. He deflected

"I just…" Spencer hesitated, his eyes flicking between JJ and Derek, both of them watching him with quiet concern. "I don’t want to hurt her."

JJ’s expression shifted, a flicker of understanding passing across her face. "You’re not going to hurt her, Spence."

Spencer didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Because the truth was, he was hurting you, he would get you hurt,—whether he wanted to or not. For the record, he really didn’t.

Derek sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned back. "Man, if you care about her, you owe her an explanation. Ghosting someone like that… it’s not fair."

Spencer flinched at the word "ghosting." He hadn’t meant for it to feel like that, but he knew that’s exactly what he had done. He had disappeared, left you hanging with no explanation, no closure. And you deserved better than that.

But how could he reach out now, after two weeks of silence? What could he possibly say that would make up for the way he had just dropped off the map? He knew he had hurt you, broken promises to not only you but to himself.

JJ placed a hand on his arm, her voice soft but firm. "You don’t have to tell us everything, Spence. But you should tell her something. She deserves that."

Spencer swallowed hard, guilt clawing at his chest. He knew JJ was right. He knew he owed you an explanation, something to help you understand why he had pulled away so suddenly. But the thought of opening that door again, of letting you back in… it terrified him.

Because Spencer knew, there was no coming back from the promises he had broken.

[qoqurt]

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BIRTHDAY .ᐟ (ethan’s version)

just a small blurb for mr ethan edwards bc roro ( @wintfleur ) let me know that today was his bday .. so a little commotion for him actually … takes place BEFORE luke moves to jersey and a little after he daisy and ethan get together ok <3

read about daisy, ethan and luke | au masterlist

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daisydoodledoo i literally blocked ethan for this bc i wanted to post my gift for him without him knowing ++ it’s literally 11pm im a HUSTLER 😮‍💨 (ft. luke watching — he signed the card dw!!) shoutout to stella and luke and rutger for reassuring me that the gift is good 😭 there’s more but i’ve decided not to add it here :3

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trevorzegras and tell me why rutger is tied up in slide 2 🤨

daisydoodledoo icl i couldn’t tell you .. i was writing the card one minute and the next my ribbon went missing

entersteller i’m just a girl ok ☹️ he needed some nice ribbon !!

lhughes_06 are you planning to give him to ethan or …

rutgermcgroarty and if she was 😽

dreagraves the build a bear frogs 🥹

daisydoodledoo luke thought it’d be silly if we dressed them up like him and i for ethan actually LOL so i made them clothes

dreagraves you make me sick (that’s so cute shits)

jackhughes shoutout luke for just sitting there

lhughes_06 i just breathed 🙄

davidungh blocking 1/2 boyfriends is actually crazy

daisydoodledoo if you don’t shut the fuck up ur next 🥰

lhughes_06 added to their close friends story .ᐟ

edwards.73 replied to your story ‘where are you guys going without me 💔’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘BACKSHOTS 😮‍💨’

lhughes_06 who want backshots 😼

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘no but srsly wtf how did i forget the damn cake 😭 can’t believe we had to walk back’

mark.estapa replied to your story with ‘where is she scrambling off to now’

rutgermcgroarty added to their story .ᐟ

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘he hasn’t a single clue does he?’

rutgermcgroarty ‘i almost blabbed but luckily stella changed topics before i could’

ahndaesee ‘good. ur off the hook for now ig 🙄’

ahndaesee

🎵: glue song — beabadoobee

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ahndaesee ethan on film for ethan day 📸 .. but in all seriousness, happy birthday to one of my favourite guys in the whole world. 🩷 i’ll never stop being thankful for the way you make me smile till my cheeks hurt. love you to the moon and back, ed.

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📍edwards.73 thank you pretty girl ❤️ i love you

ahndaesee 1/2 of my boys 🩷

edwards.73 speaking of which where is he

ahndaesee 🤫

edwards.73 what does this mean

davidungh cakes and candles ethan 🎂

ahndaesee cakes and candles…

davidungh am i not allowed to wish my brother in law a happy birthday

ahndaesee DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS .

lhughes_06 too late :)

edwards.73 brother in law thank you 🥰

lhughes_06 happy birthday pretty princess ❤️

ahndaesee edwards.73 found him

edwards.73 thanks lucky 🫶🏻 i love you

pshoon2002 happy ethan day !!! 🥳

stellahughes you know the relationship is good when sunghoon approves 😭

ahndaesee EL OH EL ur so right 😭

edwards.73 lhughes_06 we made it 🥹❤️

lhughes_06 feeling real grateful rn 🥲

stellahughes u did him justice daisy 🥰

edwards.73 are you calling me ugly

stellahughes and if i am

ahndaesee you and your bf are really the same

rutgermcgroarty and if we are 🥰

lhughes_06 im gonna be honest im a bit afraid

dylanduke25 is your boyfriend single

_alexturcotte asking for a friend

ahndaesee no.

lhughes_06 double no.

ynaniu happy birthday ethan!! 🫶🏻

dreagraves RAAAHH ETHAN DAY

_quinnhughes 🥳🎂

luca.fantilli daisy can you be my photographer too

ahndaesee $30 per hour flat rate with $30 service fee:)

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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘happy birthday e ❤️ i love you :)’

luca.fantilli replied to your story ‘that cake n pasta look so good.. hope u saved leftovers’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘love you birthday boy ❤️’

stellahughes replied to your story ‘my gf looks so good here 🥰 tell luke to hop off pls!’

jackhughes replied to your story ‘i hate couples 🙄 happy birthday though 🥳’

note from mei ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ happy ethan day everyone !! i hope everyone likes this .. it’s so long (i’m very sorry)

pookie tags : @lovings4turn @iceflwers @wintfleur ( owner of stella hughes oc )

[kokomyass]

OKK i thought of one

I was thinking a gojo fic for a change and reader is a new teacher at the school so he kinda shows her everything but the whole time he's being super flirty and stuff. YKWIM😭😭

Also second person (you/your)🧍🏾‍♀️I physically cannot read it any other way.

THANK UU BBY LOVE U LOADS😋

GURLLLLLL I LOVEEE THAT REQUEST AND SORRY IT TOOK AGES IVE BEEN SO BUSY....

LOVE YOU MORE BB 🥰🥰🥰

i hope you enjoy!!! (icl I'm half asleep)

Gojo Satoru ☆ The Ropes

Gojo x Fem!Reader Genre: ☁️ Word Count: 1014 Trigger Warnings ⚠️

synopsis: in which, our favourite flirtatious gojo satoru shows the newbie (you) around!!

Second Person POV

The morning sun spilled through the windows of what would be your new classroom, casting a warm glow on the empty desks arranged neatly in rows. Today marked the beginning of your journey as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and you couldn't wait to dive into the world of sorcery and education.

You has been born into a family of sorcerers and it had been your lifelong dream to teach and help influence younger students to pursue a life of sorcery. When you saw job positions released for Tokyo Jujutsu High, you couldn't help but immediately apply...especially when the famous Satoru Gojo was known to be a teacher there.

You saw Gojo as a role model, someone you wanted to impress....to live up to....

Just as you were organizing your lesson plans and looking at student profiles, the door swung open with a flourish, visibly shocking you as you let out a yelp, and in strolled Satoru Gojo, the infamous and irresistibly charismatic jujutsu sorcerer.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Gojo's voice rang out, his signature smirk evident even though his eyes were hidden behind his ever-present blindfold.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at his sudden appearance. "Oh! Uhhh...Good morning, Gojo-sensei," you greeted, trying to maintain your composure, being slightly astounded as to how handsome and undeniably attractive he was.

"Ah, you must be the new teacher, Y/N!! You certainly are a sight for sore eyes....I've been waiting to meet you," Gojo exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious as he sauntered over to you. "I'm here to show you the ropes, teach you the tricks, and maybe sprinkle in a little bit of charm along the way."

Your face flushed red as he placed a hand on your shoulder, putting you in close proximity considering you just met along with the extremely obvious flirting.

And so, your day began with THE Satoru Gojo as your guide, leading you through the labyrinth halls of the school and introducing you to the eccentric staff members.

It was rather shocking to you that not a single teacher had one good word to put in for Gojo no matter how much he begged.

Nanami encounter

"Gojo is indeed powerful....but I have no respect for him." Nanami stated folding his arms ignoring Gojo's presence.

"Oh...um-" you weren't sure what to say at all and whilst you were thinking about what to say, you have been dragged away by Gojo.

As you navigated the bustling corridors, Gojo regaled you with stories of his own misadventures during his time as a student, each tale more outrageous than the last. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling yourself relax in his presence despite the weight of your new responsibilities.

"Well Y/N, I've said enough about myself and my duties...what made a beautiful lady like you want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?" Gojo turned to look down at you as your eyes widened at his unexpected question.

You blushed at his compliment as you answered looking at him, "Well, I've always believed that being a sorcerer is so fun, and that we need to protect all of those who can't protect themselves...and being able to do that gived me a feeling that I can't describe."

You looked up to the sunset thinking about what you said as Gojo stayed silent looking into the distance. It was the first time foe the whole of the day that you had seen him so...quiet...

After a few more seconds of silence you heard his voice.

"I like that Y/N." he turned to you smiling as you turned back smiling at him too.

"Teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High isn't just about imparting knowledge," Gojo explained as he demonstrated a particularly intricate spell. "It's about embracing the chaos, rolling with the punches, and maybe even pulling off a few flashy moves to keep the students on their toes."

You chuckled as the Gojo you had grown accustomed to had come back.

Throughout the day, Gojo's flirtatious remarks and playful teasing kept you on your toes, each interaction leaving you both flustered and entertained. But beneath his charming facade, you could sense a genuine desire to see you succeed in your new role, which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, Gojo walked you to the school gates, his presence as electrifying as ever.

"Well, Y/N, it looks like our adventure together has come to an end," Gojo said with a dramatic flourish, his hand brushing against yours as he leaned in close. "But remember, if you ever need guidance, advice, or just someone to banter with, I'll be here, ready to lend a helping hand. Here is my number if you need anything."

With a wink and a smile, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you with a renewed sense of confidence and a newfound appreciation for the magic of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High. And as you watched him go, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected mentorship of Satoru Gojo, the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer with a heart of gold.

You look at the pice of paper he gave with his 'number' on it only to see not only his number but a little message saying.

'....and to go on a little date too... ;)'

lil extra!!

It had been a month or so since you started working at the school and it had also been a month since you were dating Gojo....and life never did have a dull moment....

"What do you see in that man. I thought I warned you."

You and Nanami were in the staffroom alone as you waited for Gojo to take you out on a date.

"Nanami....he isn't that bad you see he always buys me-"

Just as you were about to finish your sentence, Gojo burst in shouting.

"SWEETS!!" you smiled as he finished you sentence without knowing handing you your favourite sweets happily.

"See Nanami, that's why I love him "

dayum um tired as hell, will edit letter....I hope you enjoyed especially my favour gorgeous gal 💜💜😍💜💜😍💜💜

[sgojoenthusiast]

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ KINKTOBER 2023 ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

➸ DAY ONE: BLOOD SUCKER.

✧.* satoru gojo x reader.

summary: Desperate to survive, Satoru Gojo stumbles upon the wrong home as he trudges through the forest, injured and alone.

cw: blood, blood sucking, injuries, sub! gojo, fem reader, biting, p in v, oral (m! recieving), begging, both gojo and reader are whipped icl, cowgirl/ riding, 'good boy',

word count: 4.1k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

masterlist.

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The sound of the entrance to your home being slammed shut, followed by a heavy thud and the piercing sound of glass shattering snaps you out of your daze. An inkling of curiosity sparks within you. You lived alone, and usually, you'd have to leave the nightmarish comforts of your home in order to find food. Yet today, apparent by the heavy breathing and the scent of blood, it appears food has been delivered to your front door.

Instinctively, you licked your lips at the scent. The delightful, mouth-watering scent that had you up from where you sat, and hurrying silently down the stairs.

You watched the trespasser rummage through your things indiscreetly, looking for something valuable, most likely medical equipment, observable by the bloody gash in his shirt. His breathing was heavy and pained, triggering your fangs to sharpen and your hands clench, your nails drawing your own, iced blood. 

You watched him for several moments more, your dead eyes not leaving the sight of his frosty hair and… intriguing hands as they desperately searched for something.

“If you’re looking for medical supplies, I do not keep them in my kitchen.”

A string of cursed exclamations left his lips as the unnamed individual jumped, wincing when the sudden movement caused his injury to shriek in agony. The snowy-haired stranger backed himself into the kitchen cabinets, moving around the kitchen island as you slowly sauntered closer to him. 

His face was pale and a layer of sweat covered his forehead. His lips were dry and parted, trying to form a coherent sentence or an excuse for being in your home uninvited. He was shaking, either from terror or the cold night’s bitter hold on his skin. You had half a mind to tear his head from his neck right then and there but his eyes. His eyes were pleading and desperate, melancholic and fragile and yet in their forlorn, desolate state, you saw nothing but a beautiful shade of blue that had you entranced, captured within their conniving grip.

“I-I’m sorry, I had no idea someone lived here-” 

Your eyebrows perked up in disbelief at his poor excuse and as a result, he stopped talking before he dug his own grave. Ironic, considering his grave had been dug the moment he stepped foot in your home. 

His hands paled the harder he gripped onto the counter, yet the combination of the throbbing ache in his side and the way your gaze had him gulping in fear, he couldn’t help but feel like he had wandered too far into the forest. A shiver ran up his spine and down his arms forming goosebumps at the thought and it wasn’t helping that your stare felt like knives impaling his skin and drawing more blood as though he hadn’t lost enough.

Gojo’s knees felt like they were about to collapse, his arms felt like they couldn’t hold the weight of him against the counter anymore and his head was spinning so fast, he didn’t think he could keep his eyes open anymore. Yet he couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t kill him should he pass out right there, not with a gaze so lethal. 

It was strange, he could see you walking slowly towards him, grabbing a knife and dragging it against the surface of the counter, but he couldn’t hear your steps. He could hear everything, the knife against the countertop, his panicked breaths, even the sound of his blood dripping onto the tiles. Yet your feet were like feathers. This made him nervous, it made him feel vulnerable, as though you could snatch up any opportunity where his back was turned to put a knife through his back and he wouldn’t even know until he looked down to see the steel covered in his own blood accompanied by the sudden soreness. 

When your face inched closer to his own, and you flashed him a slight, sinister smirk, he caught a fleeting glance at your pointed fangs, resulting in the blood draining from his face. Surely he was seeing things, right? There’s no way–

“Has your village never told you the gruesome tales of the haunted mansion located deep within this very forest, hm?” Gojo shook his head after a few beats, his eyes never staying in the same spot as they roamed over every crevice of your lifeless face. You hummed in understanding, dragging the knife up his arm, light enough not to hurt him, yet threatening enough to send him the message. “Legend has it, if you do manage to leave, it’ll only when your corpse, drained of all its blood, is dragged through those same doors you mistakenly walked through earlier.”

You backed away from him, slotting the knife back in its place. Looking back behind you, to see his horror-stricken features, you added, “But that’s just legend.” You lended him a maliciously gentle smile as you gestured for him to follow you.

Your face had portrayed a look of knowing, when in reality, you had no idea what you were doing. You hadn’t feasted in days, you should have killed him when you had the opportunity. Yet, for some unknown reason, the way he looked at you with dread plastered on his face, it had your legs pressing together and your mouth running dry. 

Confusion seeped its way onto his face, not only because you had threatened him and spared him despite the fact he had given you no reason to after lying to his face, but also because he found his feet reluctantly following your footsteps and obeying when you commanded him to sit down when you left the room.

There was nothing but a suspicious, eerie feeling creeping around the room he was in. Fire flickered in the fireplace, the moon peeked intrusively through the bleak curtains and the entire room was drowning in dark colours and a lack of light. Gojo’s eyes scanned the room for any kind of defence or escape, should you attempt an attack, though, he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you appeared mysteriously in front of him in the short second he had blinked. 

His heart was rattling in his chest, banging against him, trying to tear it’s way from his chest in order to escape from not only the ghostly walls of your home, but the lingering desire deep inside of him that caused his heart to pound and his dick to throb at the sight of you.

In your hands sat a first aid kit, you would sometimes use to lure your prey into a false sense of security. However, for a reason unbeknownst to you, you had no intentions of misleading him or tricking him into thinking he was safe. This scared you slightly, a feeling you were unaccustomed to. You told yourself you were simply nursing him back to health as there was no point in sucking out his blood if there was no blood to suck, because what other reason could there be for an intruder you had met mere moments ago?

“Take off your shirt.” 

His face burned bright at your words, forgetting about the gash in his side as his thoughts went to a much more lustful and carnal place. “Sorry?”

You had half a mind to roll your eyes at his obvious flustered state, yet something within you was restraining itself from tearing his shirt off for him. If anything, the idea that he was having similar thoughts to you was exciting and arousing. Nevertheless, you boxed up these thoughts and jailed them in the back of your head. 

“I can’t stitch you back up if your shirt is on.”

He looked embarrassed, but gave an understanding nod as he bashfully removed his shirt.

Your face was stoic when you kneeled in front of him, yet his own was anything but emotionless as his wide eyes and pink face betrayed his want to keep his disturbing, inappropriate thoughts to himself. Not to mention his dick, which twitched behind his pants.

He scorned himself for having such ludicrous thoughts, mere moments ago he was cowering and plotting his escape after you had flashed him your abnormally pointed teeth. The dead look on your face, the way your eyes would stare shamelessly at his neck, the tinge of red in your eyes, all of these things were signs that he should run, signs he should have taken the opportunity to make a run for it whilst you were fetching the first aid kit. Yet, it was also these suspicious traits that had him fighting his own lewd thoughts.

As you cleaned his wound, all he could think about was your seemingly delicate yet freezing fingers against his stomach. The thought had him struggling for air as he attempted not to let you see how nervous you made him. There was something so strange about the way you made him tremble in fear despite the overwhelming lust that washed over him. 

For the most part, you had been silent, seemingly focussing on the task at hand. However, you had exchanged names, making him feel slightly more at ease, and you had asked him how he’d received such a nasty injury. 

He told you about how his village had falsely suspected him of aligning himself with the devil and participating in witchcraft and other inexplicable events, and had exiled him for it, chasing him out over a misunderstanding.

Whilst you hadn’t said anything out of fear of saying the wrong thing or pushing him past his boundaries, you were frustrated with yourself for trying to make small talk in order to distract him from the inevitable pain as by doing so, it benefitted you very little. Why had you taken such a liking to an intruder? He had broken into your home and left a trail of blood in your kitchen. What a waste.

Even so, you felt obligated to touch him with gentle fingers even though just the smell of his blood had your head reeling and made you want to sink your teeth deep into the flesh of his neck, it was unbearable.

You tried your hardest to concentrate, yet the smell of blood, the sound of his heart beating and his shaky breaths, it was all too much. 

Never had you backed away faster after you had finished stitching him up, making him flinch slightly at your sudden movements. You bit your lip until you drew blood and then winced at the feeling.

Your back was turned. Gojo approached you attentively, trying not to startle you or make you feel uncomfortable. Though, even though you had heard him rummaging through your kitchen from the fourth floor of your home, you hadn’t heard his nearing breaths and the creaking floorboards behind you before he placed a wary hand on your shoulder.

However, you were immensely disconcerted and plagued with frantic thoughts. The feeling of his hand connecting with you in your current state only resulted in your ravenous thoughts eclipsing your unusual tender feelings towards him.

Suddenly, in an inhumane rush, you had him pinned to the wall so harshly there was a deafening crack and the sound of a picture collapsing to the ground. Your lips met his neck and you struggled to repress your hunger.

Gojo whimpered in pain ever so slightly at the contact of hitting the wall. He couldn’t quite process the situation he was in, thoughts and questions clouding his head. “What-what are you- how did you–”

“I do not know why I can't kill- why I don't want to kill you and it is driving me insane. You barged into my home, broke and attempted to steal my belongings and yet I am nothing but infatuated with you. I fear it is your eyes, they have me in a tight clutch that I cannot escape and I will starve because of it.” You whispered lowly, unable to meet his gaze or focus on anything other than the sound of his blood pumping through his veins.

Gojo swallowed down his fearful noises in fear of provoking you.There was a part of him that felt sympathetic despite the demonic display you had shown, and there was another part of him that longed to help your desperate exhibit after you had selflessly helped him. 

Thinking back to your words, he felt a sensation of satisfaction course through him at the idea that he had made you feel so passionately about a complete stranger. He wanted to smile, yet on his cheek was a small cut that made it sting. In the milliseconds between his hand making contact with your shoulder and you shoving him against the wall, he recalls a small prick against his cheek and the blurred sight of your nails, which had mysteriously grown into sharp talons, scratching his cheek as you slapped him in surprise.

The blood from the cut dripped down onto your hand which was gripping his chin heatedly. Your eyes widened at the feeling, your hold on him to tighten as your fangs sharpened when the smell hit your nose.

He should keep quiet, not say anything, yet, he couldn’t bite back his question. “Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t know.” You replied.

Truthfully, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear after your confession. Everything you had said, he had understood, somewhat related to in some aspects. He wanted nothing more than to feel your lips against his, to forever hear the sound of your voice in his ears, though he realised that wouldn’t be possible should he have his life drained away or if you starved to death.

He took a hesitant breath and tilted his head to the side, allowing you access to his neck. Your eyes widened in surprise as you stepped back, unwilling to hurt him. 

“Gojo–”

He gave you a stern look. “Just do it before I change my mind.”

“You’ve already lost a lot of blood.” You reciprocated his harsh gaze, yet behind your lifeless eyes was a glint of fear. “I might kill you"

“You won't.” He reassured you. Of course, he was doubtful and scared and had no clue what he was talking about at all, however, he felt enamoured and captivated by you. Even before he had stumbled his way into his home, it was like fate was keeping him alive and pushing his legs in the direction of your home.

One of his hands slid up your arm and snaked its way into your hair, carefully guiding your head back down towards his neck. You stumbled forward as his hand steered you his way. 

Unable to restrain yourself, your teeth slowly seeped into his neck. Gojo winced which caused you to once again become reluctant however his grip on your head tightened before you could pull away.

Gaining more confidence at his willingness, one of your hands found its way to his hair whilst the other gripped tightly at his arm and pawed at his bare chest in desperation, as though you couldn’t get enough.

After a few moments, the stinging feeling became a euphoric one that Gojo couldn’t get enough of. He whimpered slightly, the feeling of your cold skin against his heated skin was a burning contrast that he couldn’t get enough of. 

Once you were somewhat satisfied, you pulled away, Gojo’s eyes were lidded and he looked pale, yet there was a prominent, lazy smirk on his face regardless of the fact you would have sucked him free of his blood if he there wasn’t a feeling of terror lurking even in the most shallow parts inside of you. 

Contrary to what you believed, his features weren’t tired looking because of what had just occurred, but more so due to the heavy bulge in his pants that was straining for relief. You looked down, and then back at him in shock. All he did was stare back at you audaciously, before taking your cheek in his hand and leaning in ever so slightly. 

Your breathing increased in pace when he pulled away, mumbling an apology. Your mind was reeling with all the consequences of what would happen should you proceed with what your rotting heart wanted you to do next. However, there wasn’t any other inch of you that cared enough to stop yourself from pulling him back in.

Your lips moved flawlessly against each other. You began to guide Gojo back over to the sofa and sat him down, sitting yourself down over his lap as you continued to kiss him, your lips never leaving his. 

You could smell the wound on his neck weeping, and decided to pull away to drag your tongue across his neck, making sure not to waste a single drop after he had offered himself so generously to you. “You taste so sweet, Gojo.”

“F-fuck, call me Satoru, please-”

Shit. How could you deny him when he had asked so nicely? “You taste amazing, Satoru.”

He bucked his hips up against yours, eager for friction. 

You traced a slow hand down his chest and towards his pants, tugging them down to free his erection. Both of you were craving one another’s touch as you removed each other’s clothes so swiftly.

Placing yourself between his legs, you dragged your tongue along his shaft. He looked down at you between the strands of his hair with pleading eyes and pouting lips, silently begging you for you to touch him.

But silence wasn’t going to cut it.

“Satoru,” You purred, voice alluring and seductive, roping him further into the mess he was already in, making it far more challenging for him to even think about what he was doing. “Are you going to ask nicely for it, hm?”

You accentuated your words with small kitten licks up his dick, nothing too pleasurable that it would distract him or make him feel too good, but enough to make him yearn for more. Enough to make him want to beg.

“Please. Please, I need it so bad, please suck my dick- ahh-”

You cut him off by taking his tip into your mouth. Satoru was big. You tried not to display your nerves of trying to take all of him in your mouth, but from the look on his face, he was plenty distracted. 

His eyes peered down at you and he couldn’t stop the whine that left his lips at the sight of you watching him intently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently as though you didn’t have half his dick shoved down your throat. 

Strings of cuss words tied together fell out of his mouth as his hands found their way back to your head and caressed it gently. Your mouth felt unbearably warm around him despite how cold the rest of you was. 

He was behaving so well, already understanding who was in charge, and what he could and couldn’t do. You made a mental note to reward him for it later.

You bobbed your head up and down, every so often focussing on his tip after picking up how sensitive he was there and how good it made him feel. Steadily, one of your hands, the other gripping his thigh, made its way up to his balls and began to fondle them, sometimes grazing the base of his dick where your mouth wasn’t sucking. 

Everything you did was calculated and specifically to bring him closer and closer to the edge, however, moments before he fell off, you removed your mouth from his dick, denying him his release.

The entire time you had been sucking him off, he had been blaring with the noises he was making, and incredibly extroverted, not shy at all with the whimpers and moans exiting his lips. But now, he was deafeningly silent. The only noises that left his soft lips were the sounds of his laboured breaths and a timid sound of dismay as he looked at you with disappointment and betrayal in his eyes.

In return, you looked up at him feigning confusion. “What’s the matter, Satoru? You’d rather finish in my mouth instead of my pussy, hm? Is that it?”

As though it had never been there, the look of distress that had been framed on his features was absent and long forgotten. You gave him a sky smile of satisfaction, like you knew his answer way before the question was even asked.

Leaving a trail of kisses behind on his thigh and stomach, you made your way back up to straddle him and kissed his jaw and face. Gojo thought your lips felt seraphic and heavenly despite your demonic peculiarity, pointed fangs and thirst for the blood running from his veins. All these attributes could class you as a devil, but to Satoru, you were an angel sent from paradise as you glowed above him with your radiant beauty and blissful touch. 

His incessant hands couldn’t keep off your body, which in his eyes was flawless in every aspect. He placed his shaking hands on your hips, still in disbelief that he could. 

On the other hand, your mind was overcast with the feeling of your bare cunt sliding and grinding over his dick. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you kissed his cheek, urging him to move his head to the side so you could take yet another look at the wound you had inflicted. 

You licked the blood that was still running down his neck as you slid his aching dick inside of you simultaneously. His head rolled back in ecstasy, mewling in pleasure and bucking his hips up to meet yours, thrusting himself fully inside of you.

Your moans matched his as you moved your hips against his own and began to bounce up and down. 

“You’ve been such a good boy f’me, Satoru. You know that, hm?” You praised, looking at him with a playful smile and hazy eyes as his head was thrown back. Your hand went to thread your fingers between the strands of his silky, snowed hair and to support his neck. His lips were in a pout and glossy as you examined each of his features with fascination, continuing to ride him. 

His expression was one of pure bliss as his lips parted to form a small ‘O’ shape, an array of pretty noises leaving his lips. 

His eyes were screwed shut, much to your dismay. You loved the way his eyes sparkled like the sun reflecting in the ocean, an ocean you suspected to have drowned in about a hundred times by now. 

His hair was stuck to his forehead, his skin was glistening and his neck was bloodied. He had never looked so perfect.

Your hips were relentless and fucking quick. Working his dick so ruthlessly in order to bring you both to release. His dick never failed to hit the spot within you that had you gasping for air, digging your nails into his shoulder and gripping at his hair harshly with your other hand. 

Satoru’s head fell into your shoulder, babbling about how he was so close. You continued with that same pace, encouraging him and yourself close to release, and when you did, it was in sync and pure bliss.

You clenched around him, milking his dick completely as he emptied himself inside of you, giving himself to you entirely in every way.

Both of you sat there for a few moments, you straddling him with your arms around his neck and his head in your shoulder, not saying a word, just trying to catch your breaths. Simply enjoying one another’s presence. Yet, the inevitable had to be addressed at some point.

“What now?” You asked, a tinge of sorrow in your voice at the thought that he may leave, the thought that he should leave. 

His face spoke more than his voice, and you heard every word of it. He wanted to stay, but he shouldn’t, you wouldn’t let him.

“It will benefit you very little staying here with me. You should find somewhere new, we do not have similar ways of living and it will only result in conflict.”

“Not unless we try.” He claimed, voice plagued with hope and positivity. In response, you only gave him a serious look, begging him to look at things from a more realistic point of view, yet his optimism would not budge.

“You will be unhappy.”

Disbelief shadowed his features, now, it was his turn to give you that look of seriousness. “Only should you not let me stay here with you, as I have nowhere else to go.”

He kissed up your shoulder, making his way to your jaw and instinctively, you tilted your head to the side and gave him access to your throat for him to begin sucking and kissing. “Plus, you owe me for this injury, remember.”

He emphasised his words with a bite on your throat and you could feel his devilish grin against your skin. You pulled him back gently by his hair and then cupped his cheeks in your hand, placing a tender kiss on his soft lips, smiling. “I suppose I do.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! i'm not sure how i feel about how this played out considering i'm much better at writing about the events up to them fucking rather than the actual smut but if you liked this one, you should check out this miguel o'hara fic!!

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟsgojoenthusiast

[skeletal-r3xie]

Todays shop!!

I am now left with £2.47😭 I shop at Aldi though so I got all this (plus some cheese slices that are in the fridge, and some cinnamon) for £12.08, so yk it’s good value for money, especially when I’m on £8.60 an hour 🥲 all of this, plus the things from my last shop, should keep me going for another week and a half before I get paid again.

I picked up some things that were high in fibre (the fibre brownies and skinny whips) since I haven’t pooped in 5 days now lol.

I got soup bc I just fucking love soup, takes no time to make and i find it to be quite filling despite being low in cals, although i know some people might disagree with that.

Some breakfast biscuits! Used to eat these all the time during my last rel4ps3 in 2021, they taste nice and it means I don’t need to go downstairs to see my parent if I cook something (bc I absolutely hate her!), I can just eat them in my room and keep them here hehe.

Low cal bread! They’re only 55 cal per slice, which is half of what a regular bread slice would be, and alike to normal bread, they’re good to put things on LMAO, I usually put tuna and sliced cheese on top, or egg and cheese, egg and tuna, the possibilities are endless!! I sometimes use chicken slices too but I didn’t pick any up this time.

And lastly I got some plum tomatoes bc they’re just so tasty icl, I love putting eggs and seasoning in them, makes it so delish.

I can make my meal plan for the day now, I’ve already had my first meal, some eggy bread (2 slices of bread, one egg, and some cinnamon), which totals to 198 cals. I will post a daily rundown before I go to bed as per usual, and maybe some updates if I’m feeling like it

I’m going to go to the gym at half 11, and spend some time on the treadmill. I’m not in work today, so my steps will be a lot less.

[divinityandfanfics]

“ One in Millions ”

NEBULA

part 1 here

blurb: “streamer gojo has millions of fans, and fangirls. when he announced a meet-and-greet, he spotted you in the crowd. eventually, falling in love and approaching you after the event is over.”

a/n: this shi needed to be restarted bro my bad if it was slow

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU

WARNINGS: mentions of freaky fangirls

REMINDERS;

☆ super famous streamer gojo

☆ female pronouns used for reader

☆ reader is just an ordinary fan of gojo

☆ like the DSMP, gojo is part of a gamer team named Jujutsu Kaisen

☆ non-curse au

»»————-　♡　————-««

RECAP

“so, how did it go?” suguru asks.

“good, i got her number.”

“congratulations! you won’t die alone now.”

“suguru! we’re not even together yet!”

“yet.”

“i hate that you’re right..” satoru’s head drops.

“i do want to make her mine. it would’ve been easier if she was one of those fangirls, but i don’t want them, they’re weird and freaky.”

“just shoot your shot, you’ll get there eventually.”

“sigh, you’re right.”

END OF RECAP

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you and your friend got home, and you were just getting ready for bed.

until, a familiar sound of the notification rings in your ears.

you walked over to your phone, seeing a text.

clicking on it,

--

- ‘hii’

- ‘if ur wondering why i asked for ur number’

- ‘its because u look very pretry :33’

- ‘pretty**’

‘oh? you think so?’ -

- ‘yes’

- ‘you look angelic’

- ‘icl’

- ‘tbh’

- ‘ngl’

‘well if you wanna court me,’ -

‘i don’t usually give in on the first day’ -

- ‘well damn ??’

- ‘aight miss’

- ‘i’ll try my hardest then’

- ‘before that’

- ‘whats ur name’

‘(y/n)’ -

- ‘pretty’

- ‘how old ??’

- ‘just wanna make sure yk’

‘i’m 21’ -

- ‘nicee’

- ‘23 here’

‘i already know.’ -

--

satoru smiled while looking at his phone’s screen.

he’ll try everything,

for you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

truth is,

you weren’t going to say yes to him.

but, you decided to wait.

because you felt bad.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

after a few months,

satoru has been sending stuff to your house.

flowers, chocolates, and love letters.

you both have also been hanging out,

whether it’s just to the park or at a restaurant.

he pays for the food.

he wasn’t lying when he said he will try his hardest.

you smiled, reading the letter he sent today.

--

“hi!

hope you know that even if you take a long time to love me back, i’ll wait ♡

just don’t try to love anyone else other than me while i’m courting you, okay?

love you!

streamer admirer; gojo”

--

you felt your heart flutter,

folding the piece of paper and putting it on the kitchen counter.

“that counts 37.”

37.

37 letters were sent to your house.

maybe his feelings were genuine.

you thought about it,

yes, you felt butterflies flying around your stomach everytime you read a letter.

yes, you loved him.

wait what?

did you?

yes.

it’s time.

it’s time to tell him.

you loved him.

you reached for your phone,

heart feeling like it’s going to jump out of your chest.

--

‘satoru’ -

- ‘why the first name :((’

- ‘am i in trouble’

‘no’ -

- ‘then what’

‘meet me at corazón del café.’ -

- ‘OH MY ??’

- ‘are my prayers about to be answered’

‘8 pm’ -

- ‘one more hour ;)’

- ‘hoping i dont get rejected’

--

8:00 PM, JULY 12, 2024

you sat on your chair, waiting for a certain albino fella.

the door of the café opened,

and your gaze traveled to said door.

you saw satoru, in a cozy hoodie with some jeans.

he walked towards your chair, waving at you.

“hiya!” he smiled.

“so, why did you wanna meet me?” he said, sitting on the chair infront of you, the table sitting comfortably between the both of you.

you both order a coffee, and you catch satoru looking at you while you stir your drink.

“well, i want to answer your question now.”

“oh.” he said, smiling so hard it must’ve hurt.

“i’m excited to know your answer!”

“...”

“yes.” you muttered, watching satoru’s eyes widen.

“a-are you serious?” he stuttered.

“well, yeah..” you answered.

“so, does that mean that.. we’re together now?” he asked with hope in his eyes.

you nodded, smiling so sweetly at him.

“YES!” he chided, the other people in the restaurant taking glances at him.

“alright─ alright, don’t get too loud now.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the next day, you woke up feeling relieved.

like you just felt all your problems washed away.

you did your morning routine as usual,

the familiar “ding!” of your phone alerting you.

satoru’s starting a stream.

you reached for your phone, clicking the notification which lead you to satoru’s stream.

“hi chaat~” he giggled at the camera.

“i’m very happy today!” he said, spinning his chair around.

--

suguru_geto143: “i wonder why”

togeee_salmon: “@suguru_geto143 you already know don’t you”

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “why r u so happy”

kirbyuji_itador11: “yeah tell us why”

suguru_geto143: “@togeee_salmon obviously”

gojoscoloredeyes: “did you get the skin you wanted so hard??”

sunshinedawnsonme: “why tf is bro so happy”

gojosleftkidney: “are u high gang”

tyrannosaurusrex: “bro is actually tweaking”

you-are-all-gaymers_2: “stop giggling like a madman”

heartsfor_olderwomen: “he possessed”

--

“the woman i’m courting said yes!”

he said, smiling so hard it has the potential to reach heaven.

“we’re now together! my beloved..”

--

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “what.”

gojoscoloredeyes: “are my ears deceiving me”

suguru_geto143: “gojo i told you youll get there eventually”

[🎥] satoruu_99: “@suguru_geto143 i love you no homo”

--

at first, you just waited because you felt bad.

but you didn’t realize that you were also slowly falling for him.

you chuckled,

your relationship has a long way to go.

until

you heard another notification.

--

- ‘i wanna go on a date with u tomorrow’

- ‘also u can come over to my house :)’

‘no thanks’ -

‘i kinda don’t wanna’ -

- ‘NO I PROMISEE’

- ‘I LOVE YOU I WOULD NEVER’

- ‘TRY TO DO ANYTHING TO U’

‘maybe when i know you more’ -

- ‘we have literally been texting for months about each other’

- ‘and hung out’

- ‘remember that time we like’

‘alright i get it i will come over tomorrow’ -

‘geez’ -

- ‘YAY’

--

satoru smiles, the camera catching it.

knowing that, if he didn’t see you in that event,

none of this would’ve happened.

happy with his decisions.

he turns off his phone, turning to the camera.

“i love her chat!” he said, smiling like crazy.

--

suguru_geto143: “thats sweet”

togeee_salmon: “stop ur kinda making me jealous”

fush1gur0_m3gum1: “ngl thats actually sweet”

gojoscoloredeyes: “damnn”

sunshinedawnsonme: “DO YOU HEAR THAT YOU FANGIRLS”

cupcakelover: “hes actually inlove oml”

mosquito_lovesblood: “and i thought ww3 would happen first”

kirbyuji_itador11: “AWW GOJO CONGRATSS”

--

the end. ♡

[beiibeiii]

i'm stuck in loops of your mind

husband!arlecchino x wife!reader angst

tw - character death mentioned, angst, sad arle, grieving, two endings?, fluff, soft arle, arles bday special, icl this is really shit 💀, kinda late whoops, not really that sad now that im finished with this 💀 not proofread at all

the day starts early in the morning, with the feeling of her arms wrapped around you. you two are both in your bed. her warm body was pressed against yours, her pyro vision heating you up throughout the night. the sun was barely in the sky. just raising across the clear horizon. the feeling of peacefulness flowing through the atmosphere. arlecchino's hand gently stroking through the soft locks of your hair. her softened eyes lazily gaze over your sleeping form. your soft little breaths and the way you just looked in her arms had her hooked, absolutely mesmerised. you had her wrapped around your finger without even knowing it. you looked so perfect, even with your messy bed hair. you were endearing. she felt her heart swell in love. she wanted to wake up to this sight every day.

the sun starts to peek through the curtains now. you feel yourself stir awake. you feel her arms enveloped around you, her hand idly playing with your hair, carefully massaging your scalp. taking time to not accidentally scratch you with her nails. your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the light.

"good morning.. arle.." you groaned out softly. arlecchino looks down at you, your sleepy gaze meeting hers. you already knew today was arlecchino's birthday. you wanted to shower her with so much love today. you had already secretly been planning so much for today.

"good morning, my dear." arlecchino mumbles, lowly, back. you smile, your eyes curling up in happiness as you cup her face, a hint of sloppiness evident in your movements. she leans into your touch as if it was muscle memory to her. your eyes flutter closed as your lips fall onto hers. the kiss was sweet. you can feel her lips curl up against your mouth. she loved the feeling of your soft lips against hers. it was addicting.

arlecchino lets out low hum of content. pulling away, your eyes flutter open to her loving gaze. "happy birthday, peruere. i love you." your voice is laced with love. a soft, sleepy smile adorns your face. your thumb is gently rubbing her pale skin. arlecchino feels her heart fill with compassion. there it was, her real name. she feels as if time slowed down. the way the sunlight beamed on your face. how her name rolled off your tongue so easily. it broke down her cold walls she had boxed herself in with. her expressions softens a little more.

she feels the tips of her ears heating up already, the day hadn't even begun yet. she wanted to stay in this moment with you, forever. her lips curl up. you were just so perfect. "how did i get so lucky? i love you so much, my dear." arlecchino mumbles under her breath lovingly.

the two of you bask in each others warmth a while longer. whispering sweet things into each others ears as the sun fully rises. there was no need to get up so early today. you was excited as you had spent all week planning her surprise with the children. you just couldn't wait to see her reaction. how her lips would purse and how her eyes would narrow, trying to hold back a smile in front of the children. you just loved her so much, and so did she.

and so, when you do get up at around 10am. arlecchino walks off into her office to go finish reading a report. she tells you she'll be done quickly. good this is perfect! you manage to slip away from arlecchino's gaze and meet up outside with the children. as you greet them all. lyney starts helping by tasking everyone what to do. you making sure everything looks alright and in place in time. you were all going to surprise arlecchino with a barbecue dinner. not long after, as arlecchino finishes her papers, you and the children had just finished up. you give your thanks to lyney, lynette, freminet and the rest of the house of the hearth.

you quickly walk back inside, going to look for her, trying to hold back that massive smile on your face. you felt like a giddy teenager, you were so excited! as you were walking up to her office arlecchino walks out. greeting you with a small hum, noticing your happy expression. her eyebrows furrow in confusion. what had you done?

"you look happy, did something happen?" she muses, an eyebrow of hers raising in curiosity. the corner of your eyes crinkle as you smile, grabbing her by the wrist lightly and tugging her lightly.

"i have a surprise for you! come on!" you looked so happy, your smile brightening her whole world. without an other word, arlecchino lets herself be dragged outside by you. you lightly tug her pass the hallways and to the grand doors leaning outside. your hand lets go of her, going to her side as you lean your body onto hers, flashing her a cheeky smile as you look up at her. "open the door!" you ask her excitedly.

though she was skeptical, arlecchino chuckles to herself lightly. her gaze softening seeing your enthusiastic in your bright eyes was everything to her. "alright, my dear. here i go now." her voice is soft as her hand lightly ruffles your hair. her hand now on the doorknob, twisting it unlocked and walking out.

arlecchino is met by an attack of party poppers. a loud shout of "happy birthday!" is heard. the colourful, bright confetti getting all over the both of us. her lips part as her gaze momentarily softens. she was not expecting this at all.. you laugh softly at her surprised reaction. the children has paper, party hats on their heads arlecchino sees balloons around the place. a barbecue, her favourite of course, and a 3 layered cake saying "happy birthday father." on it. the candles are lit, it looks like it had been made by the children with a little help from you. arlecchino stands there, covered in confetti almost speechless. even if she didn't show it, you could tell she was happy.

you turn to her with a gentle smile on your face. you hands in her hair to pull some confetti of out it. "do you like it?" you question, your head tilting to the side, your eyes turning into half moons. arlecchino lets out a small sigh, smiling ever so slightly.

"i love it. thank you my dear." she replies, gazing at your gentle look. her heart swelled with love. feeling cared for and appreciated. the fact you and everyone had put in so much effort for her, meant so much more to her than you'd ever imagine. the children cheer happily. giggling and laughing with each other lyney walks up to arlecchino with the birthday cake in hand. lynette and freminet stood behind him. the trio had light smiles.

"happy birthday father. you should make a wish." lyney says with a kind smile. arlecchino lets out a low hum, looking down at the cake. the cake was definitely not perfect, but she knew it was baked from pure love. there was no cake sweeter than one made from love. arlecchino glances at you momentarily, slightly hesitant? you flash her a smile, urging her on.

she nodded, closing her eyes as she made a wish. a wish that meant everything to her. she blows the candles out, and the party starts.

the party goes on for a few hours. it was lively, fun occasion. the children playing with each other. the delicious smell of the barbecue fills the air. the smoke going up in the clear blue skies. you all enjoy a lovely barbecue dinner. she received gifts and cards from the children. you just could see arlecchino's content expression. she was so beautiful like this. your hand finds its way into hers. your wedding rings together. her hand firmly squeezing yours.

"this means the world to me. thank you, my dear." she mumbles lowly to you. her words full of warmth and love.

the day ends, arlecchino finds herself outside with you near a river. the two of you watch the sunset together. the beautiful golden rays reflect onto the river. taking in the serene view in front of the both of you. the setting sun painted the sky in a glorious blend of orange, red, and purple hues, casting long shadows across yourselves. tranquility in the air. the setting sun sets across the horizon in a picturesque view. the water ripples ever gently, almost as if it was dancing to the setting sun. trees rustling gently in the calm summer breeze. her facial expression was soft.

"i love you, my dear. thank you for today." she tells you softly. she turns to face to you. her gaze full of love.

fic can end here for fluff ending stop reading if u dont want angst ending

there was no reply to her sweet words. of course. arlecchino's gaze falls upon the roses and small slice of birthday cake in front of your grave. she freezes at the loud silence. her eyes narrowing, the reality dawning upon her, crawling up her spine and into her heart just to split it open. the whole day had gone the same. just without you. you wasn't real. you were dead.

her mind was stuck in denial. the visions of you etched into her mind, burning into her memories. the memories of you stuck on repeat, in loops of her mind. she only feels, seeing your face. the feeling of grief implodes her mind. "i hope you enjoy the cake. the children baked it themself." she continues hesitantly. what a bitter feeling.

she lets out a uneven sigh of despair. "the children were good today. they surprised me." she muses, a small bittersweet smile. trying to reassure you more than herself. the small crack in her voice evident. the silence was so deafening. "you know, they miss you too.." her voice is followed by a tremble. she feels stupid trying to talk to you. her heart feels restricted. her hand grips onto her blouse. fuck her chest felt so tight. the irony of the situation falling into her she feels so weak for once. why couldn't she of saves you, she should of saved you.

"i miss you." she whispers lowly. her voice on the verge of breaking now. the cruel truth caving in on her, leaving no way out. it had already been a few months. she couldn't accept it. it was too much. it affected her more then she wanted to admit. she feels the despair bubbling up and into her head wanting to release, to let it all out.

she closes her eyes, carefully leaning her head on your grave. her heart heavy, plummeting down to depths arlecchino didn't even know existed. she feels a cold tear run down her cheek. the darkness of the night and the harsh reality of life would start casting over her. she would stay there. talking to you until the sun would rise. her voice was full of bittersweetness.

god she missed you so much.

"i love you, so, so much, my dear."

[laura1633]

hey Laura,

so idk if i’ll say the right words but i’ll try because you seem to be having a pretty tough time and that’s honestly very understandable.

i’m quite new to f1, i missed the big shit show that was 2021 and icl i’m quite happy because i’m not sure i would have survived going into the tranches for Max as he won his first wdc. however, i’m happy to do so this year and it’s been even more enjoyable that i know people believe and would do the same, especially you!

when i entered the f1 fandom, you were one of the first i started to follow and to read. you’ve always seemed to be one of the kindest and you are, truly. your writing has saved me from sad nights and i’m very very grateful for that. i don’t know if you’ll remember but 3 weeks ago you wrote a lestappen prompt just because i told you i had had a bad day. that’s the kind of thing you do for others in here, and that is just so nice to do when you’re new to the fandom. i’ve always felt truly welcome and it’s hugely thanks to you!

now you’re totally right. the fia is being unfair (euphemism) and they’re just acting like a bunch of clowns. the whole organization seems to be acting against Max and it’s truly disgusting because he is such a big part of their sport. like, truly, the sport wouldn’t be the way it is today without Max. one thing sure, he left for the future his mark on this sport, and many many many children look up to him and he’s going to be their role model. so when the fia is bothering me as they are currently, i tell myself that they would be nothing without Max and i feel better, because he’s really an icon that they don’t deserve yet he stays because racing is a huge part of his life. and idk, as long as he gives them a chance, i give them a chance, albeit part of me giving them a chance is just to witness Max shine and shit on their obvious bias.

and it warms my heart that so many drivers backed up Max : Charles, Pierre, Esteban, Kevin, George, Alex, Lewis… everyone knows that Max is one of the best drivers if not the best and that the fia is doing a terrible job. maybe it’s not enough but at least we have that!

just know that i love your anti era and that i wish it would suffice. i wish you’d let all your anger be on this blog or to your friends or in your writing and that it’d be enough but sometimes all you need is a break and if you feel like it’s something you need, we’ll support you during this time.

now i already told you, you’re so kind that i wanna be that kind to you. know that we’ll keep rereading your work, that we’ll wait for you if you ever wanna come back, and that in the meantime we’ll support Max twice as much as we do today.

just tell us if we can do something for you. we can send a hundred lestappen snippets or prompts in you ask box, we can send as many Max pictures as you want, we can shit on the fia, shit on some drivers, shit on everything. just know that you created a community and that this community will be there no matter what!

take care Laura xx

Thank you so much anon, what a beautiful message to receive.

To anyone reading this I know that I am being overly dramatic but I have just had a bit of a rough week and F1 is normally something that brings me joy so it’s sad that it seems to be going in such a negative direction. 

2021 was indeed very stressful, I was not on Tumblr then but I was on twitter which was not good!! It was actually the reason I deleted my twitter account because it became too toxic. I mostly stay away from there now. 

I’m so glad you have felt welcomed into the fandom and that in some way I have been able to help with that. You are definitely right, supporting someone is easier when you know there are others who are also rooting for them and sending them the love they deserve. 

Max is truly an icon of the sport. He has had to put up with so much rubbish over the years and I cant’ believe how well he seems to deal with the pressure. No matter what they do or say his name will go down in the history books as one of, if not, the greatest of all time. Going on to other racing series and achieving great things will also cement that. I also do believe that he will do great things for younger generations coming into the sport and he will do this without requiring fanfare but because he loves the sport. If certain sections of the sport embraced him as much as they should they would see what an amazing ambassador he is for racing.

I have been pleased that a few times this season, when the media has tried to make a big deal out of something, a lot of the other drivers have stood up for Max. Unfortunately I do feel that there are drivers that may use Max’s ‘reputation’ and try and play up to the good v bad thing to sway the public and the penalties handed out. It’s a tactic I find rather cowardly and I was very happy that when we had Max and Charles fighting at the front Charles did not try and revert to this tactic. 

I try not to be too open with all my anti thoughts because I don’t want to invite lots of people arguing with me in my inbox but I am sure most of you can probably work out how I feel about certain things without me having to explicitly state it 😂

You are so kind anon. 

I will probably return to writing at some point point because I have loved trying to develop and improve my writing style and I love writing lestappen (and I will continue with my ongoing story because I think that it would be unfair to stop!) 

Honestly just seeing everyone’s love and defence of Max is enough to make me happier. I will be hanging around here and am still happy to chat to you. I might just not have the energy to be writing about this sport right now. 

Thank you anon for being so lovely <3

[plantingatree]

wed, 13 december

sorry for not posting like every day like i used to, icl i just keep forgetting to take photos oops!! anyways i did a loooot today bc i have so much to do this week omg,, the weekend is not going to be a break for me RIP. today was good i did some maths n biology bc i have tests in them coming up. also i’ve fixed my sleep schedule so i actually don’t feel exhausted all day like i used to!

6hrs and 15 mins on forest timer today ﾟ𐦍༘⋆

♪ of the day | day 1 — red velvet

[idkhow-but-im-here]

Today I got my hair cut short for the first time in my life and it was kinda gender-reaffirming icl (like i haven’t sorted myself out yet but the euphoria hit regardless!).

Now I’ve just watched the most trans doctor who episode in all of history.

Today’s a good day!

[judeswhore]

I’m being forced to watch the tennis and I’m rooting for Alcaraz solely because he’s fit. Imagine watching with Jude and accidentally letting it slip that you think men that play tennis are attractive and you have a thing for one of the players and he gets all jealous and pouty so you have to reassure him and give him extra attention and cuddles for the rest of the day. X

icl i’ve never watched a single bit of tennis. but if u told him u kinda fancied tennis players he’d all of a sudden wna start playing. like he’s already so busy and overworked but then one day he’s like “oh we’re playing tennis today” and ur like??? but he looks so good in the outfit and he’s obsessed w seeing u in the little tennis skirt and it just ends up becoming this thing the two of u do together