#uhg i miss them

[trafalgarlawsfeathercoat]

LAW’S FIRST TIME BACK IN THE MANGA (kind of) SINCE APRIL 2023

[nonsensechemicals]

*thinks about cookie9 again* * LOUDLY FLAILING IN MY SEAT*

[imthewokerbaby]

because I'm apparently freed from my shackles after making a new blog I might as well just say all the crap I've been Not Talking about for a while.

My mom and I are Weird. So weird even my relationship-blind sibling noticed and they even pointed it out to me q_q.

Uhg and it's not like I can even blame it entirely on her not being "present" growing up (though, granted, she wasn't but that's besides the point) because she's been available to talk to for years after she finally quit. I just.. don't reach out. And she does the same.

Every time I'm home for breaks she's down the hall. And yet it feels like I'm hiking every time I try and cross that distance.

Maybe it's because she's unintentionally hurt me quite a few times in the past.. but it's my MOM. I should be able to move past that, right? It's bullshit to let that get in the way of actually forming a bond with her.

I hate those damn "relatable" videos about shit moms do. It's such a silly thing to get upset about but it hits me where it hurts. No, she never made me lunch. She didn't teach me how to shower or wash my face and hair. No she didn't drive me to or from school. No she wasn't there.

But FUCK she is NOW god damnit. Just feels impossible. Whateverrrr

[harrywavycurly]

I still think about how soft Harry turned for his sunshine girl and I imagine all the random voice notes he’d send her during the day when he can’t call her or maybe the voicemails he’d leave and how sweet his little rants would be😩🥹

Hiii babes!! I miss my little lovey dovey HWC Harry so I’m gonna give you some examples of his rant-ish voicemails and voice notes to his sunshine girl! I hope you enjoy!!💖

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Summary: These are some voice notes and voicemails your lovely ex frat daddy boyfriend Harry sends you during the week✨

Monday’s Voice Note: “Good morning sunshine it’s…uhh shit…oh sorry don’t be mad…ah okay it’s seven fifteen in the morning and I’m about to go for a run and then come see you before you go to work. I hope you slept good? How did that weird sleepy tea taste? Did it work?…m’not totally sure all those things are actually good for you but if they help then I’m all for it because my sunshine girl needs her full eight hours or she’s a bit prickly…but I don’t mind when you’re a little grumpy..makes you more cuddly and we both know how I feel about cuddling so-oh bloody hell why is all my coffee gone? m’gonna kill that Irish fuck-I mean I love you baby I’ll see you in a bit…I wonder if you’re dreaming about me right now? Hmmm…you’ll have to tell me what you dreamt about when I see you. Love you!”

Tuesday’s voicemail: “Hey baby I’m just seeing if you’re free for dinner tonight? I forgot you had a meeting during lunch today so just call me back whenever you can…I miss you…oh and I love you…yeah okay that’s it. Love you…I already said that didn’t I? Oh well you can hear it again…I love you…bye sunshine.”

Wednesday’s voicemail: “I am so sorry I couldn’t walk you to work this morning I forgot to set an alarm and when I woke up I saw all your missed calls and…god I’m-shit I’m so late…I’m sorry sweetheart but I hope you have a good day and I’m going to come see you for lunch! I’ll bring your favorite…I love you! I’ll see you soon! Make sure to save a few smiles for me okay? Don’t give them all away…love you.”

Thursday’s Voice Note: “Goodnight my sunshine girl…thank you for letting me pick the movie tonight even though it’s technically your night…I love you and I can’t wait until you finally stop telling me no when I ask you to move in because we both know you want to live with me…or maybe it’s that we both know I really really hate not being able to wake up next to you everyday..two floors of separation is killing me baby and I know one day soon…you’ll just stop fighting it and just accept the fact we are going to be together forever so might as well start forever as soon as we can…and before you say anything yes I stole parts of that from when Harry met Sally but it’s the truth…remember when you said you’d be okay with the wife thing after our first kiss? Well that was almost a year ago…but anyway…I love you…a lot…actually it’s more than just a lot but there’s not a word to describe the amount so…a lot will just have to do for now…I know you’re just now getting out of your bath and putting on all your lotions and potions that make you all soft and uhg…I miss you…fuck this…ohh sorry baby…let me just grab my sweatshirt and—where are my socks? Oh okay here they are…I’ll be there in three minutes and forty five seconds…prepare for a sleepover because I miss you too much. I love you! Don’t fall asleep before I get there!”

Friday’s Voice Note: “Hey sweetheart did you know Niall has a key to your apartment? I didn’t until he walked in while I was in the living room and he scared the shi-crap out of me…when did he get a key? Did he steal it from you?…oh and I’m making pizza for dinner does that sound good? I hope you’re having a good day at work…Miss you and love you like crazy.”

Saturday’s Voicemail: “Hey baby…m’a little drunk but s’all Niall’s fault and god I love you. I’m gonna marry you when you finally let me. But you know that yeah? Yeah…yeah you know that…god hallways are so long and…and ugly? Why are the hallways so hideous? M’gonna come cuddle you is that okay? If it’s not just…kick me off the bed okay? Yeah..yeah I’ll see you soon sunshine…my sunshine..you smell like flowers and sunshine because you’re my sunshine girl…that I love so…so much a lot…m’gonna go now okay? M’at the door! Love you!”

Sunday’s Voice Note: “Baby where are you? You just left me in bed with a bottle of water and some aspirin with a note on my forehead saying…br…feast? That’s…that’s not a real word?…wait oh it says…breakfast…did you go get breakfast? God I’m so lucky that you’re my…my everything…you’re too good to me. I’m gonna go shower because I smell like the floor of a shitty bar…but I love you and miss your cute face so hurry back? Please?”

[iitsarss]

𓎟𓎟 reader x gr13f3r　morning　 ◞ ◟

ꔛ word count: 1172⠀╱⠀established relationship 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note ⠀╱⠀ars came back with more griefer and forgot the milk, hes just clingy yall anyways makes out w him,,sigh i love griefer smsmsm

Griefer absolutely hated waking up early. It didn’t help that you insisted on waking him up every morning, right before heading to "work," just to say goodbye. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gesture—he knew it was sweet, that you cared enough to make sure he got a kiss and a “see you later.” He loved that about you, really. But waking up early? That was the part he could do without. It was torture for him. You could always tell how much he despised it by the way he’d barely open his eyes, the faint scowl on his face giving him away every single time. Sure, your barrage of kisses helped soften the blow, but still, he was a grumpy idiot in the mornings. A stupid, lovable moron.

This morning wasn’t any different. Griefer’s room was its usual chaotic state—clothes strewn across the floor and bed, a pile of tangled sheets barely covering the two of you. You were snuggled together, limbs tangled up as usual. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, snoring softly, still deep in sleep. Your legs were draped over his waist, holding him close. He loved when you wrapped yourself around him like that; it made him feel like you were never going to let go.

But, of course, you were awake before him, trying to slip out of his grip without disturbing him too much. You moved carefully, whispering softly for him to wake up. You managed to free yourself just enough to get out of bed before Griefer stirred. He let out a groggy groan, rubbed his eyes, and blinked them open, his face immediately scanning the room for you. When he saw you sitting at the edge of the bed, his first instinct was to pull you right back in. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you down into the sheets once more, his voice still thick with sleep.

“UHG, B4B3, D0 Y0U R34LLY H4V3 T0 G0 T0 W0RK T0D4Y? C4N’T W3 JUST SL33P 4 L1TTL3 L0NG3R?”

His voice was deeper than usual, that groggy morning tone he always had when he just woke up. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sleepiness while you explained, as gently as possible, that yes, you really did have to go. Griefer groaned in frustration, pulling you even closer as if that would convince you to stay.

“G0SH, C4N’T Y0U JUST N0T G0 T0D4Y?”

It was painfully obvious that Griefer didn’t fully understand how much of a responsibility your job was. Every day, without fail, you left for work, and every day, he sulked about it. Sure, you always made it back home by 3 o’clock, sharp, to spend the rest of the day with him, but that didn’t stop him from wishing you could just spend the entire day together, morning included. Maybe it was selfish, but he just wanted you around. Griefer was a goofball, really, always playing up this bad-boy act to seem cool in front of you. But beneath that exterior, he was soft—he just wanted to be close to you.

“Y0U 4LW4YS L34V3….1 W4NN4 SP3ND TH3 WH0L3 D4Y W1TH Y0U,” he mumbled, his face still pressed into your neck.

When you teased him, saying he was just going to miss you, you saw the immediate regret on his face. His cheeks flushed as he buried his head deeper into your shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassment. Damn, you really knew how to make him nervous, and he hated how easily you could fluster him. You started to move again, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but Griefer wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“C0M3 0N, B4B3…” he whined, his voice soft but persistent. “D0 Y0U R34LLY PR3F3R TH0S3 P30PL3 4T W0RK 0V3R M3? S3R10USLY?”

As cute as his pleading was, it didn’t work. You still slipped out of bed, leaving him there, staring at you as you moved around the room gathering your things. Defeated, Griefer flopped back onto the bed, sulking as he watched you. When you disappeared into the bathroom to change, he waited like a lost puppy, head propped on his hand. When you finally came back out, looking all put together and professional, he cleared his throat again. His eyes followed your every move, and when you looked his way, he couldn’t help but think how stunning you looked.

“Y0U’LL C0M3 B4CK 4T TH3 USU4L T1M3, R1GHT?” he asked, his tone softening as he stretched his back with a wince before getting up and walking over to you.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He was still just wearing his usual pair of sleep shorts, his body warm and clingy. Griefer had this way of sticking to you in the mornings, like glue. Imagine if his gorilla pet saw him—good luck he got it a new place when you moved with him. You tried to move, but his grip stayed firm. He snickered at your failed attempts to shake him off—what an absolute jerk—and didn’t loosen his hold one bit, even as you struggled.

But when you started teasing him again about how clingy he was, his demeanor shifted. The playful, needy guy from a moment ago was gone, replaced by his “bad guy” persona. He huffed, finally letting you go, crossing his arms defensively. A faint pink blush dusted his cheeks, betraying him.

“I’M N0T 4CT1NG L1K3 TH4T,” he said with a pout, his voice trying to sound firm but wavering slightly.

You teased him again, and Griefer’s blush deepened. “WH-WH4T? N0! 1’M JUST…” he trailed off, stumbling over his words, flustered beyond belief.

He had no comeback, just stood there, a blushing mess as you grinned at him. Once again, he’d been defeated, and he retreated to the bed with a frustrated sigh, pulling the sheets over his head in mock embarrassment. It was the second defeat of the day, and it wasn’t even 8 AM.

After a few minutes, you were fully ready to head out, but Griefer hadn’t moved from the bed. He was lying there, scrolling through his phone, but as you approached the bed, he set it down and turned his attention back to you. His eyes softened as you leaned in to give him a goodbye kiss. His hand instinctively reached up, fingers running through your hair as he returned the kiss. When you pulled away, he shyly gave you one more quick peck, looking away as his cheeks turned pink again.

“JUST…D0N’T C0M3 B4CK L4T3, 0K4Y? L0V3 Y0U,” he mumbled, still looking off to the side.

You told him you loved him too, which earned you a soft smile from him. As you made your way to the door, Griefer watched you go, his head sinking back into the pillow with a long, drawn-out sigh. You were going to be the death of him, no doubt about it. He could handle almost anything, but your teasing? That was his ultimate weakness.

wrote this at 2am btw

[shuggymaniac]

[Shanks being Jealous of everything when it came to Buggy]

Rayleigh: Alright little blue, let’s get your bottle.

Baby!Buggy: *happily drinking his milk*

Baby!Shanks, on Roger’s arms : *Sees that and Starts crying while trying to reach for Buggy*

Roger: Looks like red misses blue already.

[When he got Shanks close enough he gripped Buggy’s hair with a big smile making Buggy crying]

Rayleigh: Get him off!

Roger: I’m trying but- Uhg!! Why the hell is his fist so strong!!??

—-

[Roger pirates coming back from treasure haunting]

Roger: Boys I got you something!

[Toddler!Buggy and Toddler!Shanks rushing over]

Roger: for you red I got a new sword!

Toddler!Shanks: Yes!

Roger: For you blue, I got you these gems!

Toddler!Buggy: Whoa!!

[Toddler!Shanks sees how Buggy’s eyes sparked at the gems and got upset, then as quickly as he can he took the gems and threw them over board]

Roger: Boy!! Why did you do that!?

Toddler!Buggy, hits Shanks while crying: Stupid Shanks!!

[Shanks is punished while Rayleigh struggles to came Buggy down]

—-

[Teen!Shanks leaning on a broom stick while glaring at Gaban who was making Teen!Buggy laugh]

Teen!Shanks, Snatches Buggy’s beanie: bet you can’t catch me!

Teen!Buggy, trying to hide his semi long hair: Get back here you bastard!!

[The Roger Pirates watch as red and Blue chased after each other again]

Roger: So…. Who wants to make bets that these two will get married before they turn 20?

Gaban: I say even before that!

Rayleigh: if Shanks still doesn’t express his emotions correctly I say by 30 if not 40.

Rager, Le Gasp: Don’t jinx our boys like that!!

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride shana!! More half xerxian ed?

a continuation of 1 2 3

Damn, but Esther is laying it on thick while not missing a beat. He supposes he should have expected that, considering how many times he's lost to her in poker while making a nuisance of himself at the embassy, but he can't help but be impressed.

"I can't believe you're going along with this," he complains to her in Xerxian.

Her face doesn't betray anything. "Believe me when I say that we're all saying the same thing about you."

Uhg. He's going to hear about this in court for the rest of his life. It'd be a great reason to avoid the palace, except the whole point of this is to get access to the royal library. Pakor is such a bitch.

"I hope you enjoy your time with our king's favorite," she says to Mustang before bowing to both of them and leaving. Uhg. She just made it sound like he was one of the concubines and he can't even correct her because he's not supposed to be able to understand Amestrian.

When this is over he's going to kick that old woman's ass.

"Yes, well," Mustang clears his throat then continues in Xingese, "Please follow me, Van Edris."

Okay, for someone who clearly has the blood, his accent is shit. He'd really thought Ling was exaggerating. "Of course."

He has to literally bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something disparaging as he and Hughes trade a significant look he's probably not supposed to notice.

The royal library, he thinks to himself. This is for the royal library.

[girrrthingszzz]

18+, mdni,, could be read as gn reader ig?? Mentions of dick but could be interpreted as a strap if u wan ig

Imagine Afab!Gojo being just a little toy 4 you?? His pretty little cunt always being stretched and wet JUST for you, and only you!! You’d take him away from whatever he would be doing, bend him over the nearest surface and just POUND that pussy bru. I’m talkin about, going at it for HOURS bro,, not like Gojo would care tho. He’s just here to get his cute cunt filled by you ♡ We all know this man is horny 24/7 so just eat him like it’s gonna be your last meal, he’d grab ur hair while u lick him up and squirt in ur face,,, he’s definitely a squirter ngl.

‘Hgnnnmm..hah.. [NAme]!!’ Gojo moaned, feeling you cold tongue enter his semi-warm vagina. ‘[Nnnnammeee].. A-ahhggH.. [N-name]! Pl-plhease..’ he basically whined when he felt the sensation of your wet muscle lapping his folds. Another whine escaped his lips when he felt your tongue leaving him, already missing the sensation. ‘[nammee]..’ Gojo groaned, feeling your finger rub at his clit. ‘What is is, Gojo? What do you need darling?’ You ask, resting your head on his thigh whilst you continued to rub circles into his clit. ‘Y-you know what, [Name]!’ Gojo responds frustratingly from your teasing. ‘Hmm.. maybe I do. But you still need to use your words with me, hun’ you continue,, removing your hand from his clit and putting them on his pretty little thighs, spreading his legs open wider. ‘Talk to me, Gojo.’

Gojo is so UHG euuegyehenehhhh I nutted. I have the fattest headache rn and it’s 5 in the morimg,, I’m going to bed. Gn cuties.

[moonchild-in-blue]

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New Exploring Birdsong? Anybody check on @moonchild-in-blue ? Surely this will break her fever and cure her of all illness

[reverieblondie]

Can you write something spicy involving rolan and spanking? Why am I obsessed with spanking rn

So when writing this I tried my best to channel my inner @lemonsrosesandlavender which I would like to dedicate this to them for their birthday! enjoy the drabble! Now lets spank that brat!

Brat Taming

It had been the longest day he'd had in a long time. It seemed as if everyone in the City was in need of his magical expertise today, asking his every nonsensical question or worst, the ones that were completely obvious. Thinking back on it threatens a headache to boil forth. Uhg-

Rolan undoes his collar as he walks through the portal to the tower. All he wants to do is get to his room and release this irritation the best way he knows how…

He practically runs up the spiraling stairs, taking two at a time, to get to his room as fast as possible. As he passes different rooms, a noise makes him pause. It's Cal and Lia laughing (nothing unusual there), but what is unusual is the sound of the third laugh, and it's a laugh that makes his ears and tail twitch. 

As soon as he gets to the lounge room, where the laughter erupts, he pauses at the sight and leans against the door frame. Sitting around the fire are his siblings and Tav. The mere sight of her is enough to make a growl roll from his throat as he eyes her. 

Rolan straightens his posture before walking in, not even sparing her a glance. "I thought we said we would warn each other before having… guest." 

The trio turns to look at Rolan as he strides through the room. 

"Don't be like that, Rolan. Tav dropped by for a surprise visit. I guess the portal still works for anyone who's passed through it before," Cal says with a smile. 

Rolan only hums before stopping in front of Tav, "That is something to be fixed then." Rolan says with a sneer, causing Tav to furrow her eyebrows at him. 

"Can't just have people wandering in here on a whim." Rolan draws dully before turning on his heels to leave. "Keep the noise down; some of us have worked all day and need to destress!" he snaps before side-eyeing Tav, something none of them miss. 

Lia frowns, "What's up his arse? Forgive his grumpiness, Tav, don't let him bother you." 

Tav watches as Rolan leaves her face unreadable. "Let me go talk to him… maybe I could help…" 

Rolan hears her following footsteps, but he doesn't bother to turn around until he's at his room's door. " Are you following me now?" 

When he turns, he's surprised to see how close she had gotten without him noticing… practically on his tail… Rolan swallows, trying to keep his edge as he looks into her unwavering eyes; he blindly reaches for his doorknob till suddenly, tavs hand is grabbing his shaking hand and the knob at the same time. She steps closer. "Why are you such a damn brat?" 

Rolan whimpers in his throat as her words go straight to his cock. Tav twists his hand so his door opens, and she wastes no time leading him inside and slamming the door closed. He feels his body tingle at the slam, and before he can work up the never to challenge her more, she's grabbing him by the collar, her lips so close to his he dares to lean in to kiss her, but Tav pulls a fist full of his hair keeping him back and making his hard cock throb.

Tav leans in and breathes against his neck, making him shiver with a high-pitched whine; she smirks before giving his throat a nip, making him grip her waist. The feel of her teasing drives him mad. 

"You stand there and talk to me as if you didn't send me a sending spell to come and fuck you." 

Rolan moans as she talks in his ear; she's right… She's been sneaking into the tower and having him at her mercy for weeks now. Rolan has long admitted to himself that he's addicted to her and craves her mere presence everyday. Tav knows what he needs… when to be soft to him, when to tease, how to touch him, how to get him to be open and vulnerable, and when to put his bratty ass in its place. 

Tav's tongue licks the side of his ear, and he moans at the feeling of her slick little tongue; his toes curl at the memory of her rimming him with it not even three days ago. Gods, she's perfection. 

Rolan feels one of Tav's hands travel down his abdomen to where his cock sits hard and straining in his trousers. He hears her hum as she softly caresses his confined length, pebbling and twitching for release. Then, with a quick shive, Rolan stumbles back and falls on his bed; he's practically panting as he looks up at her. Tav looks as dominant as ever as she looks down at him through lidded eyes. "Turn around and drop your trousers, brat." 

Rolan bites his lip as he quickly unfastens his belt and bends over on his elbows, tail raised high and trembling as he exposes his ass to her. Tav traces the soft underside of his tail causing him to shudder a moan. She smiles, "Ready to be punished?" She leans down, pressing her body against his back as she massages his tail's base. "Ready for release?"

Rolan growls Tav's name, "Yes! Gods, just spank me already, you damn tease! Ah-"

Rolan isn't even able to finish his rant as Tav slaps his ass, sending a delicious sting to rush through his body, making his length ache and leak on the bed. His firm ass flushing from the harsh impact. 

"Count." 

"Rolan swallows, "I… won't last…" 

Another crack on his ass makes him dig his claws into the sheets, his back arching in pleasure. Tav caresses the warm flesh, "it wasn't a request." 

Rolan hums, swaying his head as he stills and lifts his tail. With silent confirmation, Tav spanks him again, causing Rolan to keen, "One!" another slap, "Two!" two more in quick secession, Fuck! Three, four!" 

By the time Tav gets to eight, Rolans practically fucking his leaking cock against the mattress. His hips rutted faster and harder the more Tav spanked, drool dripping past his lips at her teasing his taut hole. Rolan's eyes water as the tenth crack sends a painful pleasure past his peak. He moans so loud as he pistons his hips.

Tav grabs his hair and arches him up, "You sound like a whore archmage…" She reaches around and starts to palm his glass-hard cock, so hot and drooling at her touch. "Are you ready to let go of all that tension?" Tav speaks so sweetly into his flushed ears. 

Rolan hums a whine as he buckles his hips into your hand faster, "Yes! I need to… I've wanted this, wanted you all day. Fuck!" Rolan's cock pulses at his own desperation, and then his orgasm crashes down on him like a ton of bricks. His whole body shudders as his cum leaks down, dripping and making a mess all over the sheets and himself. 

Tav kisses on his sweaty neck moving her hands up and down his body as she watches him ride out his orgasm.

Rolan slides down to his knees, his eyes shut but with a smile on his face despite the burn to his backside. She always knows exactly what he needs… it makes him fall for her more by the day.

"Th-thank you," he pants with a smile, resting his head against the bed. But his moment of calm is short before his chin is lifted to where Tav sits naked on the bed. Tav smiles coyly as she spreads her legs. 

"Don't thank me yet. You still need to make up for being such a brat." 

Rolan licks his lips as he looks up at her dripping slit and the coarse hairs that decorate Tav's mound. An excited smile curls to his lips as he moves closer. "Of course…" 

Rolan buries his face between Tav's thighs as he breathes her in and licks her cyprine. Definitely falling in love…

[chunkymamatam]

hello! I hope ur doing well when u read this. I wasn't originally gonna ask, but after seeing others ask about ur twst dr I got really curious- What is Grim like? Or really just anyone that wasn't asked about/mentioned much. (The heartslabyul gang, the scarabia duo, etc..) that's probably a lot tho, so please answer what you want to (if at all)

Also, I'm really glad I found ur blog! Ur a big inspiration and I'm really thankful you share your stories -and art- on here

Thank you so much! I'm glad that I can do that for people honestly. It makes my heart very happy ❤

Grimm is a little shit. He's a lot better now then when we first met though. His grades are still ass and he's too stubborn to let me help him study. Very excitable and cute. He'll never admit it but he likes the back of his ears scratched and he'll pretend to be angry with me. He's just embarrassed haha

This little mfer can EAT like... I don't know where all of it went type shit. Where tf did all that tuna that was double his weight go? who tf knows honestly. He usually curls up with me in my bed in Ramshackle, unless he's mad and trying to prove a point cuz I told him to get a job if he wants that much tuna.

Man I'm making myself sad. My Grimm is locked up in STYX rn and I miss my little man... I'm kicking Idia's ass when I see him. Not too hard tho it's not actually his fault. Maybe a Chancla to the back of the head max. Then starts the verbal beat down lmfao

Cater is chill but he's really detached. Like.. His smiles are actually really fake and the vibe is slightly off. Like he is actually enjoying himself but he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Real but bestie.. That's not healthy. He forced me to get a Magicam so we could follow each other and I could "get myself out there" or some shit lol I don't mind though. All of my other friends are following me too. I got into some drama and bro was lowkey laughing at me and eating this shit up.

I'm not necessarily friends with Trey but he seems nice enough. A bit mischievous when he wants to be but over all kind. His arms are fucking built dude. Like I know it comes with being a baker and kneading that dough all the time but damn.. He's a damn good baker too. Those tarts smelled so good sob. He was the first and only one other than Grimm to actually come check on me directly after Riddle's overblot. Man looked so concerned.

Riddle is a lot more chill now and we're friends..? Idk We don't hang out too much but I do keep pink shirts in stock in Ramshackle for his dorm members. It started with Ace, then Deuce, then some random guy, and one thing led to another and he started escorting these hoes to Ramshackle himself. Like I mean he's yelling at them, red in the face all the way up to my door and when I open the shit somehow his face is back to just regular rosy cheeked white boy. He also brings back the shirts, washed and in perfect condition himself. I think we're friends? Idk he's so prim and proper with his language with everyone its hard to tell. But I'm also autistic so I could be missing something. He gets playful every once in a while. In my DR its an actual college but he's a prodigy and started college early so he's only like 18. Slay honestly.

Deuce is such a sweetheart but he's kinda dumb sometimes. It's okay though, he's trying his best and all you really gotta do is work with him on his level and work up from there. I have successfully explained that not all eggs are fertilized. He's also more willing to ask me for help than say Grimm or Ace. Especially after everything with Azul. He loves his mom and he's very easily impressed. Very quizzical and honestly I feel like if he had some accommodations or was taught in a slightly different way he'd have better grades. His PE grade is always an A tho so.. Slay former delinquent slaaayyyy

Ace... uhg. I love his ass /p but god I wanna punch him sometimes. He's such a twat waffle, all bro does is be argumentative, be a bit of a perv and try to steal my food. I have almost stabbed him. My food aggression is crazy when he's around. He's funny though so he's got that going for him. Bro crashed on my couch when Riddle took his magic and kicked him out the dorm and was basically like "we sleeping in the same bed" NO YOU WILL SLEEP ON THE COUCH. He's pretty stubborn but he's also helpful or at least tries to be when you really need him. Like Floyd made me have a seizure (by accident he still feels really bad don't come for him please 😭) and Ace was right there with everyone else trying to make sure I was gonna be okay. He even hesitated to go back to Heartslabyul right away. He wanted to walk me back to Savanaclaw but I didn't want him to get in trouble. So he clearly cares. He's just an asshole.

I'm worried Tumbr won't let me post this if I keep going cuz the length limit so I'll stop there for now ❤

[punkymonkeehat]

Danny Phantom Cryptid AU

So, I'm back from the grave with this idea! This is Chapter One of the first investigation! I hope i can keep up with it... I'll spruce it up a little more before posting it on AO3!! ENJOY :)

The Case of The Chalk Pyramids Menace

Chapter 1-- "It's not a Fluke..."

A firm hand came crashing down on the alarm clock, shutting it up for the fifth time in a row that morning. Groggy eyes blinked wearily, and a groan of "why am I even awake right now" cascaded into the crisp early morning. He shivered, digging for the sweater next to his air mattress, and flung it on as quickly as possible. Arms hugged torso, warming up his body to the point of him willing to move. The sun wasn't even peaking over the horizon as he stared out the windows of the van.

Tucker blinked again, and he smacked his lips together to get the morning breath off his taste buds. It was too early for this, and why did he have to be the first one awake? It was cruel and unusual punishment. He was not a morning person in the slightest. Flinging off his covers, he slipped on his wool socks, followed by his mud crusted hiking boots. The back door swung open, and Tucker jumped out, taking a deep inhale of the cool air. He walked towards the front of the van, opened the passenger door and retrieved his laptop.

"There's that coffee mug..." it wasn't washed out from the last morning. He rolled his eyes. Danny never seemed to do any dishes. Laptop under arm, he took out a little of half a water bottle and swirled it in the cup, dumping out the contents onto the ground.

"Uhg, keep it down..." a growl mumbled from underneath piles of covers as he re-ented the back of the vehicle. "You're louder than my mom on a Sunday having brunch with the house wife brigade." A black pillow creased over the head of the amorphous blob. "It's too early."

"We have to be up, Sam, Danny's probably waiting for us." Tucker nudged her sleeping bag with his shoe end, barely moving away from the coffee maker. She grumbled in response, and a quick, purple stocking foot whipped out to kick him. "Hey!" He jumped back, rattling their only table with his movement. "Watch it!"

"You watch it."

"Stop being such a baby and get up already." Tucker scolded. Sam responded back with the same words, only in a snide mocking tone. He sighed. "You are hopeless."

"And you're annoying me."

"If you dont get up, well miss our chance to investigate; and then what will Danny say? He'll be more mopey than you, and we already have enough that around the van." He paused a moment, and his nose krinkled. "And stop making me the responsible one. That's your job."

"I don't give a damn, I'm cold and tired. Danny can deal with it himself, we might as well go back to the motel at this point"

"He's the only one with the motel key." After a brief pause, Sam sat up, rubbing her eyes. Smudges of black makeup lined her bottom eyelids, and her short cropped hair was tossed in various directions. The coffee had finally brewed, and Tucker passed her a cup then sweetened his own to his liking. The few sips of black coffee seemed to rejuvenate his companion, and once the clock hit four, Sam was up, dressed, and slightly more energetic than before.

The van puttered to life as the key turned. Tucker typed into his computer as Sam put the vehicle in gear.

"Where's the meeting spot again?" She asked, slowly moving them forward. She adjusted her side mirror and began to move a bit quicker.

"The chalk pyramids." Tucker said. "Take a left up there than go for another 7 miles. We're pretty close."

"This entity better be a big deal for us to be up this early."

"Reports have been pretty steady, and if people are certain, it's likely real... Probably a tangible entity."

"I'm not sure which one it could be... there aren't a ton of tangible entities in this state, mostly spectral creatures, really. There's Sinkhole Sam, but it lives in a lake." Tucker raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Sinkhole Sam?" He asked. A noise came from him choking back a laugh.

"Yeah, it's my namesake," Sam said, deadpan. Tucker burst out laughing, and she grinned. She eased the van to the right and before them arose the chalk pyramids.

"Wow..." Tucker murmered in awe. "This is beautiful!" The headlights flashed, catching the stone with their rays ever so slightly. "Nice meeting spot. It's gotta be gorgeous in the daytime." He glanced around until he saw a figure sitting atop one of the rocks. "There he is," he pointed. Sam squinted towards the shadow figure.

"Whats he doing just sitting around? I thought this was a stake out..." She huffed and parked the van.

"It's a good vantage point." Tucker responded. "He could probably spit on a ghost without them knowing where it came from." Sam made a face and rose an eyebrow.

"Why'd that come to mind?" She asked, hopping out of the van. The other shrugged.

"It's what I would do."

"Weirdo."

"Look whose talking" Tucker shut his door and flung his gear bag on his back. They trudged towards the shadowy figure, Sam's flashlight helping them see in a the low light. The sun was still behind the horizon to see properly.

"Uhg, turn that flashlight off, it's too bright." Danny sprung from his roost and landed next to the two, covering his eyes. "Whyd you bring the floodlight out?"

"It's just a flashlight." Same waved it, light still on, to show its small size. "Your eyes are getting a bit more sensitive..."

"Well, we've been dealing with nighttime creatures for a while, I suppose it was bound to happen..."

"Nocturnal vision, sick." Tucker nodded in approval. He threw down his bag and pulled out the Fenton Finder. The sonar device didn't make a single sound as he turned a knob to zoom in. "Did you see anything?" Danny tapped his finger on his chin.

"Well, I saw a few tumbleweeds, some geese, a couple of late night tourists..." his friends glanced at each other as he prodded on. "Oh! And a coyote and roadrunner." He grinned at their groans of annoyance.

"Danny..." Sam chided. He shrugged.

"Honest. There wasn't much last night. For such a Nocturnal creature it really didn't do much..."

"Theoretically nocturnal." Sam pointed out. "We don't know if it truly is. it's just based on sitings. We didn't see anything either. It was dead quiet."

"Except for Sam's snoring." Tucker laughed. He winced when she punched his arm.

"So a theoretically nocturnal creature that only attacks tourists to this area. Could be anything." Sam mused. "Could it be bigfoot?"

"You're kidding..." Tucker blinked at her. "Isn't bigfoot from the northwest?"

"That's a bit of a reach, isn't it Sam?" Danny asked. Her hands flew up in defense.

"It's a thought! There are legends about Bigfoot as far south as Texas, I mean, they have a whole group of people in the area that believe bigfoot, and the dogman duke it out once in a while." After there was no response and some concerned looks, she pressed. "I'm serious. Look it up. The cryptid hunter sphere is wild on the internet. The dogman is supposedly the bad guy."

"If bigfoot were here, though, wouldn't there be reports?" Tucker asked, fiddling some more with the Fenton Finder. "This state is flat, i doubt there are a lot of places a creature like that could hide out in."

"It's just a thought... I mean, the legend has spread everywhere at this point, anything could be bigfoot."

Danny began to walk towards one of the large structures of sandstone. "I'd imagine that maybe the tangible entity could by a flying creature. These rocks are pretty tall and that would explain why we haven't found any solid evidence on the ground yet."

"But wouldn't people have seen it? Wouldn't reports say it was in the sky?" Tucker asked, moving his gear with him as the three made their way to the rocks.

"Not unless it was under the cover of night..." Danny theorized. "But what could it be?" A jump of alert hit him when Sam called them over.

"Check this out!" She said as the two jogged over. "There's fossils!"

"Oh whoa!" Danny stared down at the etching in the ground. He dusted at them to see the impression clearer.

"Didn't the lady at the museum say this was a giant seabed millions of years ago?" Tucker asked. After a curt nod from his friend, he continued. "Pretty crazy to just see fossils just out!"

"With the erosion of the stone around here, there's no doubt we'd see some cool fossils." Sam responded, whipping out her pocket knife. She began scraping at the sides of the fossils until it was exposed enough to grab with her fingers. She tugged, but it didn't budge. "Oh well." She said, placing her knife in her pocket. "Guess mother earth doesn't want it coming with us."

The three fanned out, flashlights and night eyes dancing every which way for clues. Nothing seemed to stand out, and the sun began cascading over the horizon. It wouldn't be long before tourists started to show up in the area, and having three young adults investigating a cryptid in broad daylight would be a strange sight to see. They piled into the van to recollect as more coffee brewed. Sam whipped out her laptop, and Danny pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. Tucker fiddled with the Fenton Finder as they sat and pondered. He turned the knobs to send the sonar out further to find more blips. Nothing more than two small dots appeared on the Finder, and there was no activity on either. When compared to a map, the blips were too far away to be anything worthwhile. He scratched his chin in thought. How could something that's been reported on by so many people not be obvious on the Fenton Finder?

"Anything yet, Sam?" Danny asked as he wrote down their theories.

"Nothing. Literally not a single thing..." her stocking feet kicked up as she typed on the computer. She was lying on her stomach using her pillow to prop herself up as she surfed the web. Music blared out of the headphones wrapped around her neck. "No sources have talked about a flying nocturnal cryptid, and anything worth a look at is about 100 miles away. Unless it's a roaming entity, I've got nothing, not a clue..." Danny sighed and clicked his pen rapidly.

"This doesn't make any sense... could it just be a fluke?"

"Reports were consistent and every witness had a lie detector test and their stories were accurate with each other. Hard to say it's a fluke." Tucker responded. "Unless it's mass hysteria, which could be as big as a possibility of a flying bigfoot."

"I hope we haven't wasted our time..." Danny groaned. He fell back, his hands on his face in frustration. "The portal is too unstable to keep it open this long." He sighed and stared at the ceiling of the van. All of the people in Amity Park were relying on them, whether they knew it or not; and with Freakshow in the running while the monsters and ghosts caused havoc in the real world... he shook the thoughts out of his head. There was no way that this kind of thinking was going to help them. He had to be strong and confident and that will get them steady for the task ahead.

"Earth to Danny!" Sam called. He blinked and then sat up to see Sam leaning over Tuckers shoulder, looking at him with wide eyes while the other was staring at the Fenton Finder. A faint "beep" sounded from the machine, and it was getting faster with every second.

"I don't think it's a fluke..."

[vashs-ass]

I’m on vol. 2 of trimax for my reread and UHG. I missed so much the first time. Wolfwood getting pissed the fuck off the puppet guy used Vash’s memories of loved ones to hurt him???

Also this panel of them looking into each others eyes got me smiling SO hard.

[tarta-de-limon]

Your art is always so pretty! Do you have any Jason and Damian headcanons about their relationship as brothers? Or any jondami headcons? I'd love to hear them!

Omg, thank you so much😭✋💖‼️

About Jason and Damian...Uhg! I love them. I just LOVE them. I really like to think they've met in the League, but Damian was too little and he doesn't remember. I like the idea of Jason being all full of hatred and baby Damian just, there, keeping him sane, you know?

And then Jason leaves and Damian is left with this empty like feeling. Like he lost someone but he doesn't really remember. And when he's Robin and has to fight red hood, he kind of goes easy on him? Something about him makes him go easy. At first.

And well, after Jason kind of re-joins the family, they have this silent respect for each other? Like, just nodding their heads to say hi to each other, and just treating the other as an equal. None of them will talk about the fact that, sometimes, when Jason stays at Wayne manor, Damian will sit next to him and they'll end up cuddling, because let's be honest, they're both touch deprived.

Then I have this AU. I'm doing a short comic about this so...yeah. Talia decides that The League is not a place for Damian and so she hands him to Bruce...when he's like 4. He was starting his training as an assassin already, and Talia decided this after her father forced her baby to climb the mountains of Interlaken.

The point is...baby Damian is very prideful and insists he doesn't need a babysitter. Jason is replying with "sure" "yup" "clearly". And well, the comic ends when Jason taps the place next to him and starts reading the little prince to Damian. It's a comic I'm planning on drawing, it'll have like...10 chapters, maybe? I just feel like baby Damian would love the little prince. Maybe because younger me really loved it.

Then, about JonDami... JON SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN AGED, AND I'M TOO ANGRY TO LOOK IF MY SENTENCE IS GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT, MY ENGLISH SUCKS.

I LOVED HOW THEY USED TO HATE EACH OTHER JUST TO END UP BEING BESTIES, and then I like to think Damian started crushing on Jon and he was like; hell no, and decided to step back and stopped talking to Jon. His plan was to ignore Jon untill the feelings died. I like to think Damian sucks at communication. He does suck at communication. I feel like that would be the reason of a lots of arguments. Actually? It is. In SuperSons they're always fighting because he doesn't tell him his plans untill it's TOO DAMN LATE. Or just decides things without asking Jon. And he has the audacity to be sarcastic and annoyed when Jon is like ???, Like; yes king, give us no communication 🤓☝️🚩

Jon is like tf, why he's ignoring me? And realizes how much he misses Damian and, oh heck, this ain't friendship, this is love!

And I feel like this is the BIGGEST cliche ever, the most repeated story, but I LOVE IT. I LIKE CLICHES SOMETIMES 😭✋

And I don't know. I like them together, but at the same time I like them as just friends. Like, they're cute together, wether as friends or a couple. I really like Daminika, too. The ship name is Gravebird or something like that? It's so damn edgy, I love it.

Does Jondami have another name? Like super-bin or something like that? LMAO THAT NAME SUCKS. If it has, I hope it's not super-bin.

Thank you for asking and sorry if it's long, I like to ramble about stuff like this and couldn't really help myself 😭✋

Have a great day💖‼️

[n0cturnalflesh]

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd

Heyo ! First fic done in a while lets goooooo hope you enjoy! (its also on AO3!)

Synopsis: Maybe having a quickie with your boyfriend in the hallway of your old high school isn't the smartest idea. Or is it?

Characters(s): Choso, Gojo, Geto

tw: 18+, smut (jumps right into it lol), p in v, breeding kink, exhibitionism, teasing, praising, caught, semi-public, oral (receiving),

wc: 8.5k (jeez)

A/N: I'm not even kidding it took me months to finish this so hopefully posting it will help motivate me to write more. Lowkey went wild with this so enjoy, them boys boutta DESTROY you

“Shhhh, gotta be quiet baby or someone could hear us.”

Choso’s hand presses tight against your mouth to muffle your moans, as if the whines leaving his mouth weren’t just as loud. He’s got your clothed back pressed against the wall, one leg hiked up around his broad waist as he drills his cock into you from under your skirt. The shlick and slap of his balls slamming onto your cunt makes your head roll down against your chest, fucked out of your mind.

—————

You were supposed to debrief at Jujutsu High after a mission and get back to lesson planning, but your giant puppy of a boyfriend just couldn’t leave you alone.

“Please baby, please,” he pleaded as he led you down an empty hallway, pushing you lightly against the wall of lockers, “Please just let me put it in quickly, please? You look so good, and I missed you so much while you were away. Please, I need you.”

He leans down to bury his face in your neck, whimpering pleas and begging into your ear as his hands roam up and down your body.

“No Choso, we can’t, not here and not now.” You sigh as your hands reach up to grab at his tied-up hair, but make no move to push him away.

“Please, I’ll be good, I promise! I’ll keep it quiet, no one will know.”

—————

That’s how you got to where you are now. Your hands shakily raise from where they lie limp at your sides as you place your palms flat against him, feeling his hard chest beneath his clothes. The rhythm of his cock pumping into you has your head bobbing with each thrust. It only stops when he pushes you harder against the wall, the hand not pressed against your mouth coming up under your chin. Calloused but still smooth fingers lift your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh fuck, thank you, thank you, n-needed you.”

You try to mumble back some form of sentence but all that escapes your lips is a jumble of muffled cries against his hand.

“What was that baby?” Choso removes his hand from your mouth, gripping your head with both hands.

“Cho-Ahh!” A moan rips through you as he pushes you harder against the wall, hitting your cervix hard with each pump of his hips.

“What?,” Choso thrusts hard into you. “I couldn’t quite get that,” He thrusts again, “Baby?” He asks innocently as he fucks you harder and harder with each word. The metal ridges of the lockers behind you dig into your back awkwardly and his nails begin to dig deep into your cheeks as he squeezes them tight.

Drool begins to dribble down your chin, dripping onto his hands while he waits for your response.

“I- uhg Cho-oso, ‘y fuck me so good!” You finally moan out, reaching your arms around behind his head and linking your fingers behind his head, attempting to grasp some kind of leverage in the position he has you in.

Resting his forehead against yours, he whimpers into your mouth as he hungrily captures your lips with his. Your back aches from each hard thrust he fucks into you, thighs trembling while the pressure in your cunt grows with each passing second. Choso’s sweaty bangs brush against your closed eyes, a hand moving to your throat and squeezing tighter with every pump of his cock like he’s trying to steal the moans out of you.

“You’re perfect.” He grunts into your ear, pulling back from the kiss to look into your eyes. “Can you cum for me?” He quickens his pace, tilting at an angle that grinds his pelvis against your clit each time he moves. With a jumble of incoherent moans, your body begins to tense up in pleasure, wet slick dribbling down his thighs from where his body becomes one with yours.

Arching your back incredibly until your tits nearly press flush against his chest, you can feel the initial tingling ball of pleasure begin to unravel deep within you.

“That’s it baby, I can feel you getting tighter. Please cum for me, cum on my cock for me pleas-” He moans, cutting himself off as a particularly hard thrust has his sensitive tip brushing harder against your bruised cervix. His eyes lose focus on you for a moment, his hips stuttering, before leaning back to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“C’mon baby. Do you want to cum for me?” He drags his tongue slowly from your collarbone up to your ear, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva, “Or, do you want to cum for them?”

Your eyes flash open in confusion, just as Choso lowers a hand down to flick his fingers over your clit. In a second, you see them. Down the hall, standing in the open doorframe; Geto and Gojo. Before you can react, the pressure within you bursts, heat spreading throughout your body as you cum on Choso’s cock. The two men at the end of the hallway stare back at you, before you finally close your eyes, unable to focus on anything but the full body takeover of your orgasm.

“Oh fuck, sh-shit, yea-ngh yes baby!” Choso’s whines flood your ears, your body spazzing and tightening around him. It feels like your limbs are on fire, numbing and tingling as your core flutters with pleasure. Toes curling in your shoes from the immense pleasure, your hands bury deep into his hair as if it's the only thing keeping you tied to this world. “Choso - ! F-fuck!” You moan out, still unable to form words as you quiver on his body.

“My god, fu-uck, gonna f-fucking fill you up. Gonna make you a mama, pl-please, need to get you stuffed with me.” Before long, you feel his grasp on you waiver as he shoots his load deep into your belly, still begging to get you round and full.

“Baby, o-oh, baby. Please take it, please please.” Choso’s become a drooling mess, slowly pumping his softening cock back into your cunt, fucking his cum back in before any can fall out. He slowly unwraps your leg from around him, lowering it until your feet are firmly on the ground. Arsm wrapping around your torso, he pulls you close to him, catching his breath.

The change in gravity has you feeling weak, well, that and the creampie he left in your womb. His shoulder feels damp against your forehead as you lean forward into his touch. Before you can open your eyes, Choso turns you around so your back leans against his chest. His large hands reach up to grope at your clothed tits before sliding down to wrap around your waist, his fingers massaging your belly.

“So, just gonna watch like the perverts you are?”

That has your eyes splitting opening in record time, remembering who you saw just moments ago, who watched Choso fuck you open and cum inside you.

“Oh my god, Chos-” You whimper out shyly before his large hand rises to cover your mouth. “Shhh, it’s ok baby, I wanna hear what they have to say.”

Gojo and Geto stand frozen in the same place as when you saw them last. You get a better look at them now that your vision isn’t misted over by lust and blurry from being fucked, ready to take in judgment from them.

Stern expressions on their faces, eyebrows furrowed, Gojo’s mouth hangs open in a small gasp while Geto’s lips are pushed together into a small line. But there’s something hidden in their expressions, they don’t necessarily look disgusted. Still, the embarrassment and shame of being caught nags at your mind again, preventing you from questioning the looks on the two sorcerers’ faces.

Anxiety crawls up your body as you squirm under the intense gaze of Gojo and Geto which only causes Choso’s cum to leak from your cunt and drip down your thighs. Your boyfriend’s hands squeeze tighter into your body as he stares back at them, waiting for an answer.

“Hey who are you to-” Geto starts but is cut off by the white-haired man beside him.

“Yeah, yeah we are just gonna watch.” Gojo answers, voice low and leveled in a tone you’d never heard him use before. You expect Choso to lash out and yell at him, or even Geto to protest, but they don’t. A pregnant pause takes over the room again, silence so loud you can hear a ringing in your ears.

“But you’re ok with that, aren’t you Choso?”, he continues, “Hmmm? Don’t be shy now, you seemed pretty outgoing when you fucked her full a few minutes ago. ‘Oh please baby please let me fuck you full with my cum’.” Gojo moans out in a mocking voice. It’s meant to be a taunt, but hearing him whine like that has… elicited a reaction out of you that you hadn’t expected. Ever loyal and in love with Choso, you can’t deny that hearing those words come from Gojo’s mouth was hot.

“Poor thing couldn’t even get a word out.” Geto cuts in with a smirk.

It’s only then do you notice the large tent in Gojo’s pants and the way Geto’s hand stays glued inside his pocket. They’re turned on by this. And judging by the way Choso isn’t screaming at them, he is too.

“So, what’re you gonna do now that you’ve got everyone all hot and horny, huh? I’m bricked up, Geto’s bricked up, lil missy here clearly has some kinda mess going on between her legs other than your jizz, - judging by the way she’s rubbing her thighs together, and you’re blushing like a teenage boy seeing his crush.”

The tension in the room remains, but you can feel the sudden shift in the air. Choso’s not a very outgoing person but if he was truly upset by being caught, he absolutely would’ve said something by now. Turning in his arms to face him, the skin beneath his shirt feels hot to touch, matching the crimson blush on his face.

“Choso…” You whisper, forcing his chin to face you as he turns to look at the ground, “Are you ok with what’s happening right now? What are you thinking, hun?” The blush across his cheeks deepens as he holds you tight to him, murmuring something under his breath that is too quiet to hear.

“What was that?” You probe genuinely, voice just above a hum as you wait for his answer.

“I’m not… disappointed that we got caught.” He sighs. “I’m so sorry baby, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you so much, you’re mine, only mine. But for some reason, I’m not -” He’s panting with anxiety between his words, trembling in shame.

“Choso, love, are you turned on by this?”

He nods.

“It’s ok, I am too.”

His head perks up at your words, a newfound sparkle in his eyes. “Really?”

Now its your turn to nod your head yes. Something about his demeanor changes. He stands taller, straightens his back, tightens his hands into fists. “Baby, can I ask something of you? You don’t have to say yes and I understand if you think I’m weird, but I have to ask.”

Grasping his hand in yours, you smile up at him expectantly, hoping you know what he’s going to say. He looks at the floor sheepishly, clearing his throat before making eye contact with you again.

“I think I wanna watch them fuck you.”

You close your eyes in relief knowing that the feeling is mutual, that you’re not the only perverted one in your relationship. Squeezing his hand, a voice interrupts you before you can even respond.

“Huh? What was that? Didn’t quite hear that from back here, mind repeating that for us?” Gojo calls out, sneering in your direction as he leans an elbow on Geto’s shoulder.

Choso’s eyes flickering to yours, all it takes is a small nod of confirmation and he’s regained the confidence you’re used to seeing your boyfriend have around you.

“I said, I want to watch my girl get fucked on you and Geto’s cocks. Think you can handle her?” He replies back, slowly turning you around to face them once again, hands beginning to roam across your body. His hands glide up from your waist, circling above your womb for a moment before they split, one sliding up to grope your chest through your shirt, the other dipping down under your skirt as he uses two fingers to push the cum dripping out of you back in.

It’s obvious the two sorcerers are caught off guard by Choso’s blunt words, both blinking blankly at you and your boyfriend before sharing a look between them.

“Well Choso, I think it's your lucky day. You’re wish is our desire.” Gojo bends in a slight bow, offering a growing toothy grin with a slight glint of mischief in his eyes.

“And her pleasure.”, Geto lulls, taking a step forward, “I just hope you two can handle us.”

Choso gives you another look, searching deep into your eyes, looking for something, any reaction. His eyebrows are tightly knit together in a protective expression but the softness in which he holds you tells you he’s asking if you consent to this. You stare back lovingly, smiling, and bring him in for a quick kiss, feeling his raw and warm lips mash against yours. Pulling away slowly, a trail of spit keeps you two connected.

“I have some rules.” He calls out, voice low and husky as he holds you close to him, “One, whoever fucks her pussy has to wear a condom. You can cum inside her if you’re wearing it, but remember that it’s my cum that you’re fucking into her. Two, whatever comes out of her mouth, you worship it. She says stop, you’re both out of her before I can count to three. She says slow down, you slow down even if you’re seconds away from cuming. And three, don’t hit her. She doesn’t like it.”

“Got it.” Geto agrees.

You give Choso one last squeeze before turning to face the two men approaching you, eyeing them up cautiously. They stop in front of you, standing tall above as Gojo begins to circle you like a wolf stalking its prey. He takes a step towards you, angling his head down to meet your eye level. “Cute,” he draws out, voice cocky as ever as he invades your space, “who would have thought you were so scandalous, fucking in the back hallways of our old high school.”. He reaches out to grab your face, large hand gently holding your chin as he examines you through his blindfold.

“Tsk, she was always hiding something behind that sweet smile, weren't you?” Geto purrs from his spot beside you as he watches his friend. “Just needed someone to treat you to it,” his eyes flicker briefly to Choso before latching back onto your expression, hand reaching into the brim of his pants as he begins to palm himself through his boxers.

You’re body trembles, feeling hot under their stares. It feels like they’re speaking to each other more than you, almost like planning something without you even knowing it. Flashing your eyes up to Choso, he leans on the wall opposite of you, back to the lockers as he bores an unreadable expression on his face. Eyebrows furrowed yet no trace of anger with rosy cheeks as he watches Gojo and Geto get closer to you. You flash him a tiny smile before turning your attention back to the two men in front of you, confidence beginning to flow within you as you watch Choso smile back.

“Maybe.” You reply to Geto cheekily, trying to sound as assertive as possible as Gojo holds your face in his large hands. “What about it?”

“Obviously we have to show our thanks to the man of the hour.” Gojo huffs.

“What do you-” Your words are cut off as he leans forward, pushing his lips against yours passionately. It’s not a gentle kiss, it’s wet and heavy as he tries to devour you, tongue licking against your lips until he parts them and begins to explore the inside of your mouth. His hands lift from your face and begin to grab at your body, wrapping around your shoulders, sliding down your back, before returning to your front. His fingers fondle at your chest before teasing at the buttons lining the front of your shirt.

A shriek leaves your lips in shock as he rips down the middle of your clothes, leaving you standing in your bra as your torn shirt hangs on either side of your arms. “Gojo!” You whine out in a mix of anger and embarrassment, trying to cover yourself up, “What if we get caught!”

“Well, you already got caught, and look how that turned out, hmm? Want more people to come? Want Nanami to come and see Choso’s little whore?”

A low cough-turned growl interrupts the moment, Choso glaring at Gojo’s words as he crosses his arms across his chest, eyes filled with anger at his implications.

“Don’t worry, already put up a veil, no one can see us. Just teasing.” Gojo speaks out without breaking his gaze upon you.

“Satoru, you’re too disruptive.” Geto coos, breaking the tension as he walks behind and pulls you close to his chest so you can feel his hard package press against your ass. “Ripping a perfectly fine shirt? You know not everyone is as rich as you.” He lulls as you feel his hands grab at your hips. Gojo pouts at him as he remains bent down to your eye level, muttering some incoherent words under his breath.

“Besides,” Geto speaks again, “You didn’t even finish the job.” He slides his hands up your back and quickly pulls at the clasps of your bra, letting it slink down your shoulders before falling to the ground. He gasps into your ear from behind you, large hands sliding down to capture your now free tits. You lean into him, a sigh escaping your lips as he kneads at you, the warmth from his hands contrasting the cool air of the hallway that hardened your nipples.

“Fuck, baby.” Gojo purrs, leaning his head forward to motorboat your chest. The sharp breath of his nose pushes warm air onto your sternum as Geto pushes your tits forward to smush against Gojo’s cheeks. You remain stuck between the two of them, nothing but mutual panting in the hallway as you lean your head back against Geto’s shoulder. Wetness begins to spread across your chest (amongst other places) as Gojo starts licking and sucking at your skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to have your legs shaking at the numbing pain blossoming across your chest between his lips.

“Gojo,” you gasp, hands leaving your side to steady yourself on his shoulders, “please.”

“So polite, but I don’t know what you could possibly want me to do. You’ll have to tell me.” he replies with a smirk after licking a long strip up to your chin.

“Please touch me.”

“Mmm touch you where? Gonna have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“Please,” you whine out, rubbing your thighs together impatiently. You stick your lip out in a pout, voice coming out much more quiet than moments ago. “Please touch my pussy, need it.”

“Cmon Satoru, you heard her. Don’t pretend like you’re not desperate to shove your face in her cunt.” Geto groans out, hand reaching out past your head to grab Gojo by his hair and shove him down to the ground. “Stop teasing and dig in.” He thrusts his hips against your ass, pushing your pussy into the white-haired man’s face. His nose bumps your skirt-covered mound and he lets out a muffled moan as his hands wrap through your thighs, hand searching around your waist so he can keep you close in a mangled mess of limbs.

“Fuck, need a taste.” He draws out, hands tightening around your waist as he tucks his head under your skirt. He leaves a cool trail of spit up your cunt as he licks at your lips, licking up until he reaches your clit. “Need this off now.” He mutters as he quickly unzips your skirt and lets it drop to the ground, abandoned with the rest of your clothes.

“Come on, don’t be shy now. You were just putting on such a good show for us with Choso, do it again, won’t you?” Geto purrs into your ear. Your body slowly becomes putty in their hands as he wraps his arms under yours, tucking them up around your chest. His warm hands trail across your upper body, leaving goose bumps behind as his fingers caress your skin. “Look at how pretty your pussy looks when it's soaking his blindfold, princess.” Geto whispers in your ear, one hand reaching up to grab your chin and tilt it downwards, forcing you to look down.

Gojo buries his face back into your cunt at his words, lapping up and kissing your clit, sending tingles across your core as you buck your hips forward. One of his large and warm hands trails down from where it rests at your hip, dividing through the wet mess between your legs.

“Mmph, can’t have you leaking out Choso’s cum, now can we?” He grumbles between licks, “no, good girlfriends keep their boyfriend’s cum fucked up inside them even when they’re being fucked out by their friends.” He speaks, though mostly to himself as his words are muffled by your pussy. “Isn’t that right Choso? I know you don’t have a naughty girlfriend.”

“Fuck, Gojo!” you cry out as you buck your hips forward into his face again, letting Geto take the full weight of your body behind you. “Geto, please, touch me too!”

Geto hums behind you and lets his hands move forward to grope your chest. Your tits mold into his grip as he assaults your skin, tugging and pulling on the skin until it nearly hurts. “Choso, you know I’ve heard making a girl cum increases her chances of getting pregnant.” His left hand reaches out and tugs at your nipple, squeezing it, before continuing. “Want us to see how much we can make her cum?” Another twist. “For you?”

As if speaking a secret language, at his words Gojo begins to fuck his fingers into your cunt, pushing Choso’s cum back inside you. “Take it back, keep it stuffed inside you, huh cum dump?” You hear amongst the jumbling of words he speaks into your pussy, like he’s having a conversation with it over you.

The increasing pressure of Gojo lapping at your cunt mixed with Geto playing with your chest pushes you closer and closer to the edge. “F-fuck, so good!” You open your eyes and look up to your boyfriend standing across from you. The hem of his shirt is tucked between his lips, his abs tensing and pulsing as he pumps his hand slowly over the tip of his cock. His eyebrows point upwards and he pants wantonly, almost like it causes him pain to keep his eyes open and focus on the sight before him. Despite this, his eyes latch onto yours in an instant.

“Choso, l-love you!” you cry out, grinding your pelvis harder into Gojo’s face. Tingles shake at your thighs while a numbing pressure builds in your stomach. Gojo’s thick fingers pump into your cunt, and you can feel Choso’s cum on his fingers as they push up into you, exploring all there is to explore; pushing up against your cervix walls, pushing into that soft fleshy spot you thought only Choso could find. His thumb reaches around to rub at your clit as he sucks it too, creating a suction that flips between kissing the bundle of nerves and grinding it hard against his thumb. It’s almost too much for you to handle.

And then it is, as his remaining hand on your hip slides south, grabbing at your ass and spreading it for himself. He gropes at your fat, a tingling sting left behind as he slaps your ass and you yelp, lurching forward in shock.

“Damn Satoru,” Geto purrs, “you have got to see this recoil.”

Without responding, Gojo slides the hand further down until it reaches your tight, untouched hole. He pulls back from your pussy for just a moment, chin drenched in your slick, and asks “Anyone ever visit this hole before?”, tapping his finger lightly on your ass. At his words, Geto slows his gropes, licking up your neck before waiting for your answer.

The pause in movement makes everything around you slow down, you can feel the cool wind of the hallway breeze against your skin, can feel where they touch you besides your tits and pussy, can feel them waiting for your answer. It’s embarrassing.

“We, I -”

“I’m finger fucking your boyfriend’s cum back into you while my best friend gropes your tits in our old high school hallway, but you’re afraid to admit if you’ve done anal?”

“Fuck you.” You mutter, not intimidating at all.

“I’m trying to. Now tell me,” he puts his finger on your hole, “have you”, he rubs against the entrance, “ever done,” he presses further, pushing past the tension of your tight skin until it slips in with ease. “Ha, naughty girl, that went in far too easy for an ass virgin.” He grins.

The heavy pressure as he pushes into your ass has you tightening your whole body, grabbing at Geto’s arm around your chest and digging your nails into his skin, feeling the tension of his skin beneath your nails.

“Ah, yea, yes I have, we have!” you pant.

“Freaky.” he smirks, removing the hand from your clit and grabbing one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder for leverage as he kneels before you. “Now shut up again and let me eat.”

And suddenly everything sparks back up at rapid speeds. Gojo’s attached to your clit once again, hands ravaging your holes as he finger fucks them both at the same time. He slips another finger into each of your holes and it's a miracle you’re still standing as he wrecks you. Your lower body is almost entirely supported by his arms as you shake from pleasure while he kneels before you. His large arms wrap around your hips, twisting and contorting into whatever position allows one hand to enter your ass and one hand to enter your pussy. All the while, his face is still buried at your clit. Every lick, every finger forward motion has you bucking harder, grinding your pelvis against his nose, moving entirely on its own; a purely erotic reaction.

His licks have your back arching in both directions, heaving back and forth as Geto holds you tight against his skin. Your back rubs against his shirt, feeling the buttons press into your skin. He moans into your ear, panting hard enough to feel his warm breath on your neck. Your nipples are sore from his teasing, and as if he knows when it's too much he switches from pinching to lightly groping your tits, one in each hand. “Gonna cum? Gonna soak Satoru’s blindfold?”

You’re unable to form words, only small whines escaping your lips as you nod your head back against his shoulder. Your hips buck forward widely as your balance sways, your right hand moving back to burrow through Geto’s hair in a fist as the left reaches down to tug at the white-haired man between your legs.

With just Gojo’s fingers alone, you already feel full as they rapidly bring you closer to your end. It’s when Geto slides a hand down across your front, dipping below your hips to land on your clit, right beside Gojo’s tongue, that you finally feel yourself beginning to snap.

“That’s it, good girl. Cum for us.” Geto coos in your ear, fingers playing tag with Gojo’s tongue as they circle around your clit, your body twisting in his arms, tightening around Gojo’s fingers. The pleasure keeps building, impossibly, and it feels different than you’ve ever felt before. “Fuck, I-” you gasp, tits puffing out as you arch your back, “It feels like, mmph my god, something’s happening!”.

One last glance over at your boyfriend, seeing his flushed face and sweaty body, and your orgasm rips through you, tightening around Gojo’s fingers as you feel a gush from below, squirting on his face. Tingles spread throughout your body, you twitch in the arms of the strong men holding you as you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You’d have certainly collapsed to the floor if they weren’t holding up your body.

It feels like ages have gone by as you lie limply across their bodies, your breath heavy as your soul returns to your body. Small kisses to your neck bring you back to reality. “Such a good girl.” Geto whispers into your skin, “Look at the mess you made hmmm?” Gojo slowly lowers your legs to stand up and it's then that you see how his blindfold is a shade darker, dripping and drenched with your cum. He leans in, capturing your lips with his gently. When he pulls back, he slides the blindfold down, revealing his diamond-blue eyes as he maintains eye contact and sucks the blindfold into his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good.” He hums.

His eyes flicker past yours briefly, a smirk on his face as he leans forward. “Jealous, Suguru? Want a taste?” He fully unties the blindfold, still holding it flush against his mouth as he leans his chin over your shoulder. There’s movement behind you, and as you turn your body slightly to watch Geto’s reaction, you catch him swear under his breath before leaning grabbing Gojo by his hair, slamming his lips against his, through the blindfold.

You take a small step back to watch as the two devour each other, only separated by Gojo’s cum drenched blindfold. The white-haired sorcerer’s hands begin to roam the other’s body as the blindfold is held up solely by their lips. He tugs at Geto’s hips, pulling their clothed erections together as they begin to grind against each other, hands wandering further as he gropes his ass.

The moment is cut shorter than you would’ve liked as you watch idly, slowly feeling yourself become aroused once again. The two men pull apart with a gasp, eyes wide and crazed as the blindfold falls to the ground between them. A quiet, breathy moan erupts from Gojo’s chest as he stares at his friend. “Pretty fucking tasty, huh?”

Geto stares back at him, chest heaving until his eyes drift to your naked form. “Come here, it’s my turn.” He growls, unbuttoning the front of his shirt before pulling you flush against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, the heat of his strong pecks warming your hardened nipples as he grazes his lips across yours. Moaning into his mouth, hands begin to roam across your body, although whose, you cannot tell.

“Ready princess?” Geto asks as he pulls out his wallet from his pants, flips it open, and takes out a condom. He maintains eye contact with you as he rips the top of it open with his teeth and undoes the top of his pants, only looking away to slide the condom over his dick, pumping it slowly between his hands in the process. His cock is beautiful, - everything about the man is. It twitches between you, your eyes following thick veins to the pink, weeping tip that sticks out from his hands.

“Gonna plug you up real nice.” He leans forward, tapping the tip against your belly, “Make sure all his cum stays right here” And then he’s sliding his cock between your legs, getting it wet on your juices as he pulls your hips closer to him, easing a leg up to sit on his waist. “Want you straddling me just like you were Choso.” He links your other leg up and around until both legs wrap around his body, arms coming to link together behind his head as he holds you up.

“No offense, but I don’t think I need to ease it in”. He points his dick at your hole. “No, I think you’ll take it in like the thirsty whore you are.”

With that, he drops you down onto his length and he’s right, your pussy takes in all of him easily. That doesn’t mean the heavy feeling of being filled isn’t a shock; with your cunt sitting on his pelvis, his tip probes at a tender spot inside that has you seeing stars.

“Mmm,” He moans as he pulls you closer, smushing his face against yours, “f-fuck. Still so tight.” He tilts his head and kisses you desperately, gasping and moaning into your mouth as he begins to buck his hips until he’s fucking you at a fast pace.

With every thrust, your body lurches up in pleasure, your mind blank aside from the way your sensitive cunt continues to drip for more. Somewhere behind you, there’s the sound of a zipper being undone and a cocky, wanton voice speaking, not that you’re able to process it in your current state.

“Damn,” the voice draws out, low and raspy. “How she feel, Suguru? She taking good care of your cock?” Geto’s hips stutter, losing their pacing at his friend’s words, letting the conversation flow through with you as nothing more than a fuck toy between them. From behind you can hear the sounds of faintly wet slapping. “Losing it already? C’mon Suguru, I know you can do better than that.”

“St-stop talking.” Geto manages to reply between thrusts. Warm arms suddenly wrap around your front from behind, pulling your upper half away from Geto slightly. A musky, slightly sweet scent surrounds you, and Gojo’s voice calls out from beside your head, “I can’t help it. Look so fucking hot, wanna - fuck.”

Gojo pulls you closer to him, your back pressing against his chest as his hands begin to roam across your body like he’s trying to touch as much of you as he can. He takes a deep breath in as he buries his head into the crest of your neck, taking in your scent. Then, within seconds, he wraps his arms around your chest, holding underneath your shoulders as he allows you to rest against him. You melt between them, upper half held up by Gojo’s arms while Geto keeps your hips held flush against his waist.

“Mmm, Geto-” You cry out as he slows his thrusts, slowing to a deep grind.

“I’m not stopping for you, Satoru.” He murmurs, eyes glued to where your sopping cunt swallows him, “Better get in quick.”. His massive hands grab at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart for the man behind you.

With every small grind of his hips, your clit hitches on his pelvis, the sensitive pleasure lurching your back and forth, urging his hands closer into you until one of his fingers lands on your back hole. Movement slows even more, and Geto lifts his head to look over your shoulder at Gojo. The hallway is silent once again, save for heavy breathing. Geto holds an intensity in his eyes, a complicated, taunting expression beneath. Given the breather, a slight shuffle to the side draws your attention back to your beautiful boyfriend.

Choso’s leaning back against a wall of lockers, crimson blush creeping across his face and down onto his heaving chest. His leaking cock is just as sensitive, bleeding with precum as it cries in his hands. The tip twitches as he makes eye contact with you, his eyebrows arching upwards in pleasure as he bites down on the bottom of his shirt in his mouth, whimpering into the cloth. Lowering your eyes from his face, you notice the way he grabs and squeezes at the bottom of his girth, slowing the pace at which he pumps his length; he’s edging himself.

“Choso baby, are you Ah-” Your words catch in your throat as what you can only assume to be Gojo’s dick begins pushing against your ass. “Fuck!” It’s so much thicker than the fingers he had in you before and although you haven’t seen it, you know it’s massive by the feel of it.

“Knock knock.” Gojo whispers in your ear, “hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He turns his head to look towards Choso in his disheveled state, making eye contact with him as he slowly eases himself further into you. “I’d like to come in now.” He speaks, and although he’s talking to you, the way he looks at your boyfriend gives you the impression he’s doing this just as much for him as well.

After a few more seconds of slow movement, he’s finally in your ass fully. The feeling is so intense, the tight skin stretching thin as you take him in, tearing your mind away from the fact that Geto still rests deep in your cunt. The deep pressure of Gojo’s cock feels heavy within you, but not unfamiliar. “Fuck, sweet girl.” He gasps in your ear. “Swallowing me whole back here.” His hands glide over your hips, colliding with Geto’s as he squeezes your soft flesh between his fingers.

“Ready for the main course?”

With an experimental buck of his hips, his cock pounds deeper within you and knocks you forward into Geto’s warm chest. Even with such a small movement, the wind is knocked out of you as your lower region is restricted and fuller than it’s ever felt before. By the way that Geto bows his head down beside yours, he’s affected too. “Fuck,” the brunette moans, “I can feel you inside her.”

“Yeah, Sugu?” Gojo pulls back slightly, “You like that feeling?”, and he thrusts forward again, a little harder this time, “Like feeling my cock rub you through her ass?”.

Geto lets out a breathy groan, flinging his head back to look at the ceiling. “H-ha, don’t act like you’re so put together.” He lowers his head back to level, making eye contact with you. “You doing ok princess?”. With all the attention back on you, the feeling of both their cocks in you finally settles in. With every breath, it feels like their cocks reach a new part of your insides. It’s hard to decipher where Geto’s cock in your pussy ends and where Gojo’s cock in your ass begins. It’s like they’ve turned you into one massive slut hole, -and they haven’t even started fucking you yet.

Geto’s question lingers in the air as you try to focus back on his face and not his fat dick. A red flush covers his swollen lips, and you don’t miss the crazed focus in his eyes that hide behind a few strands of hair that’ve fallen over his face. Raising one hand up to his face, you cup his cheek while the other reaches behind you, blindly grabbing until you feel the top of Gojo’s soft hair enter your palm. Geto’s skin is warm and sweaty under your touch, and you slide your hand down until you reach his parted and panting mouth.

With little to no resistance, you push your thumb past his lips, feeling the tips of his teeth graze your finger as it rests against his warm, wet tongue. For just a split second, that crazed expression is replaced with a hazy, complacent look of shock, his eyes flickering past you to Gojo. The thick pants of both men fill your ears as blood pumps quickly throughout you, and for a second you’re convinced that your cunt is throbbing around them to the beat of your heart.

“Fuck me, please.”

Both sorcerers seem to take that as consent to start, and it takes no time for you to become a sloppy mess around them. Both cocks drag in and out of you, fucking messily until they settle on a rhythm; Gojo pulls back as Geto pushes in, and so on. It’s like being fucked twice, at the same time, which technically is what’s happening, but it feels impossible to wrap your head around. At no point do you feel less than full, your g-spot feeling constant pressure and with every thrust from behind, Geto’s pelvis is pushed up against your clit. Your head bobs loosely around your shoulders, struggling to stay up as they manhandle and bounce you on them. Somewhere in the mix you manage to settle your head back against Gojo’s shoulder.

Geto’s hands remain glued to your hips as he holds you up, fingers digging deep into your flesh as the skin around them reddens. Gojo takes this as an opportunity to roam, dragging his hands up your stomach until they circle around your tits. He squeezes them forward, inviting Geto who happily leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple.

“Mmmm, you like that pretty girl? So fucking pretty, taking us like this.” Gojo growls against your cheek as he looks down, watching his friend suck on your body. “Fuck, Suguru. I can see you inside her.” He moans out from over your shoulder, losing his pace for a moment as he curses and groans, the words “six eyes” lost somewhere in the mix. “Can see you fucking Choso’s jizz right up into her”.

His hips stutter behind you from their usual pounding pace, his breath hot against your cheek as his head hangs low beside yours. Low moans escape him, and you feel him leaving a wet trail of saliva across your jaw. In front of you, Geto leaves your breasts and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah?” He captures your lips in his, quickly licking alongside your tongue before pulling back, “What about this?”

He grabs one of Gojo’s hands in his, sliding it down until it reaches your waist. Placing his hand over his friend’s, he pushes it down against your warm skin on a spot that has you gasping loudly at a new sensation. The tip of Geto’s cock strikes hard against the inside of your cunt as he tilts his hips up, bulging through your belly as it hits the tips of Gojo’s fingers that rest on your lower stomach.

“Oh my god” you moan out as all three of you watch the scene unfold, as if Gojo’s jerking off Geto through your body. It makes you want to scream in pleasure, but no sounds can escape you aside from empty cries, tears forming around your eyes as you let them fuck you into oblivion. As Geto slides his hand back to your hip, Gojo repositions his so he can rub your clit and still press down on that special spot.

“My god, pretty thing. Re-, fuck, ready for the finale?” Gojo picks up his pace, once again matching Geto’s, “Don’t forget about your boyfriend, hmmm? Wanna have him help out?” He whispers, voice taunting and whiny before he calls out his name, startling Choso from his moment of bliss. Between all the pleasure and movement, you’re barely able to register how lusted over he looks as he holds his hard member in his hand with what looks like a load of cum already sprayed across his abdomen.

“C’mon, look at your darling girl all fucked out for you. Come help us finish her.” He beckons, making a point to draw out his thrusts, showing off your body and how it reacts to them. In the slow movement, both Geto and Gojo take the opportunity to lean forward and begin tearing apart your body with their mouths, biting down across your shoulders and chest. Arching your head back, you maintain eye contact with Choso as you lean into the bites and thrusts of the two men holding you.

“Baby.”

His eyes light up at your calling.

“Baby please, need you.” You whine out.

As your boyfriend slowly approaches, you reach out a hand until he’s close enough to rest his cheek in your palm, closing his eyes briefly as he moans at your touch. It would’ve been a sweet moment if it weren’t for the other two men ravaging you with their mouths and cocks.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“Oh come on Choso, now’s not the time to be shy.” Gojo removes a hand from your chest, reaching out and yanking your boyfriend closer. He stumbles in you, sensitive cock brushing up between you and Geto’s waists.

“That’s it big guy, join in on the fun. Wouldn’t be here without you.” The man behind you speaks again before whispering in your ear, “Let’s help him out, yeah?”. He grabs your hand, snaking down until wrapping it around Choso’s length. He keeps his hand wrapped around yours as he squeezes your hand around him, slowly beginning to pump up and down.

The scene playing out around you is what finally makes you snap. As each of you falls into a perfect rhythm, the slowly growing coil of pleasure begins to bubble up inside you. Between the deep thrusts of Geto and Gojo inside you and Choso’s growing whimpers, your muscles begin to clench. Trembling in the arms of your fellow sorcerers, vision blurring through tears, you can barely register anything besides your own pleasure.

Like the way moans ring in your ears as someone mumbles incoherently out loud, or the way Geto is looking deep not into your eyes but Gojo’s beside you, flickering between your messy cunt and the piercing blue eyes of his friend. Or the way Choso lays a hand on the dark-haired sorcerer’s waist, groping for something to hold onto as he watches the way his cock looks sandwiched between you and Gojo’s hands.

“Taking us so f-fucking well, princess” Geto groaned, although his eyes remained on Gojo’s as he leaned forward and nipped at your chest, a small peck, before dragging his tongue slowly up to your neck. “Such a good fucking girl, you like being bred? Like having me fuck Choso’s cum into you?”. His hips slam against yours with every word, squeezing the words out of your throat “yesyespleaseyesyesyes-”

Gojo slides a hand down to your hips, rubbing at the skin over your womb. “Want that Choso? Wanna your little slut to walk around pregnant knowing we fucked your baby into her?” He leans forward, lips tantalizingly close to where Geto sucks at your neck. His voice deepens with his next words, and you get the feeling they’re meant more for Geto than you. “Feel so fucking good against me, want ‘t cum with you. Fuck fuck, fuck, wantyousobadwant-” His voice is cut off suddenly at the same time Geto’s lips leave your neck, and you can hear the sloppy spit of their kiss beside your cheek.

Choso’s warm hand pulls your cheek towards him amidst the chaos, smashing his lips against yours. “Almost there baby, please, cum with me, please.” Gojo’s hand re-tightens in yours around Choso’s cock from where it’d loosened when he began kissing Geto. The mass sounds of moans and whimpers seem to be escalating, everyone is nearing their end.

Choso is the first to cum, shaking in your hand as his jizz shoots up across the three of you. Seeing his remaining warm seed leak down from his tip to you and Gojo’s hands is what does it for you. That, alongside the two other cocks pounding your insides and Choso’s free hand reaching between to rub your clit.

“Mmmm, ‘my god, ‘m gonna!” Your words are cut off as your boyfriend recaptures your lips, whining alongside you as you finally cum. The pleasure is uncontrollable and unmeasurable. It almost hurts, intense spasms coming in waves and shooting up from all parts of your nether regions. Opening your eyes, you’re met with Geto’s upturned eyebrows and open mouth panting in desperation and Choso’s flushed face as he comes to his senses. You can’t see Gojo, but from the side, you can feel the sweat coming off him as he presses a cheek to your face. It’s too much of a sight to handle, and you slam your eyes shut to ride out your high. Your legs tighten around Geto, heart rate pulsing around your clit as your whole body tenses.

“Holy fuck, squeezing me so hard princess, don’t think, god, don’t think I can hold off any longer.” The wetness of his sweaty loose bangs rests against your shoulder. In seconds, a whiny moan erupts from behind you, warmth spreading throughout your behind. As both you and Gojo shake in unison, Geto thrusts up into you one last time before following suit.

Silence, aside from heavy panting, finally rings throughout the hallway as the four of you catch your breath. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you barely register Geto unwrapping your legs from his waist, only realizing as he painfully slides out of you. A small moan escapes your lips before you can stop it as Gojo joins him, leaving you feeling empty and worn out. A soreness spreads throughout your body as you attempt to stand, stiff legs and bruised hips causing you to nearly fall if Gojo had not caught you in time.

“Don’t worry sweet thing, I got you.” He steadies you, assisting in holding you up as you catch your breath. “Feeling ok?” You nod your head, still hazy and in disbelief at what just happened. “Good, you took us like a lil champ there.” He smirks, giving your ass a brief squeeze despite your boyfriend’s jealous glare. Taking the hint, the sorcerer passes your limp body back to him, not letting go until Choso’s strong arm steadies you by the hip. “Don’t worry, she’s all yours.”

After settling their clothes, the men slowly gather your clothes and help dress you. Once back in appropriate attire (aside from a layer of Choso’s shirt used to hide your torn shirt), Geto tucks a few strands of unkempt hair back down on your head. “There. Looking almost like you didn’t get ravaged in the hallway.” He looks to Choso, “I trust you’ll take extra good care of her?”.

“Always.” He replies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Good.” Geto winks down at you. “Now, Satoru, I believe it's our time to head out.”

The six-eyes user bends down, pocketing the damp blindfold off the ground into his pocket casually as he gives both you and Choso one last look over. “Yup, it’s been more than a pleasure.” He snickers, receiving three annoyed grunts in return. “Anyways, you know how to reach us if you ever need more… special grade assistance.” He winks, turns on his heel, and waves goodbye.

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The two men walk together down the hallway, and you don’t miss their newfound proximity as they walk, whispering in each other’s ears as they go. Choso keeps you close in his arms, watching as they walk away.

“So I guess he turns infinity off for sex?”

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Eddie feels like he’s walking in slow motion as he wonders aimlessly around the carnival that’s been in town for a few weeks, he figured it would be a good place to kill time on a Friday night. He doesn’t really know why he didn’t ask you to join him but part of him thinks it’s because he’s worried he gets on your nerves always having to make sure he’s okay and happy, so you deserve to have a night off. But he finds himself wishing you were with him as the night goes on and he’s alone at a picnic table watching people walk by smiling and laughing.

“Damn,” he mumbles to himself as he looks down at his watch on his wrist and sees it’s getting close to everything shutting down for the night. “I could uhm…use some…company if..you’re listening?” He feels stupid saying the words out loud but he doesn’t know if you’d be able to hear him if he just said them in his head, he’s still not totally sure how that whole mind reading thing works.

“I’m always listening.” You inform him as you take a few steps out of the shadows so you’re standing in front of where he’s sitting. Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he looks up at you and sees your hand reaching out to tuck a few stands of his hair behind his ear.

“If you’re always listening why didn’t you show up earlier?” You place your hand on his cheek making him instantly lean into your touch causing a smile to form on your face.

“Because I wanted to give you some time…I could tell you wanted to actually ask me to come join you.” Eddie doesn’t know how to react to that because you’re right, he did want to ask you to come but it was mainly to see if you’d show up or not because normally you pop up when he needs something not because he asked for you. “Aren’t carnivals supposed to be fun?” You joke as you remove your hand form Eddie’s cheek and reach your hands out for him to take so you can help him off the bench.

“They can be if you’re with the right people.” He answers as you pull a slick move and pull him into your arms for a tight hug, something he should’ve seen coming because a hug is always one of the first things you give him anytime you see him.

“Well thank god I’m here then.” Eddie just smiles as you begin running your hands up and down his back to help him relax as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “Can we do the swings? I’ve never done them before and they look too fun to pass up.” Eddie doesn’t have time to answer as you pull away from him and grab his hand and lead him in the direction of the ride. His previous boredom now long gone as you drag him from ride to ride for the rest of the night until it closes.