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lostinlads · 6 months ago

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Breathe Me

Synopsis: You wake to the sound of Sylus in your shared house. Seeing his dull ruby eyes, and wanting his touch, you let him feed from you - his teeth sinking into your flesh, claiming you as his love.

Tags: sylus x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, vampire!sylus, half blood!mc, blood, drinking blood, biting, tooth rotting fluff, angst, mc feels inadequate, mentions of body horror (ripping heart out), use of pet names (my love, dove), no use of y/n, domestic life with sylus :(

Words: 2.7k

an: hi! i want to start off by saying the vampires in this fic are based off of the twilight ones! so if youre confused why theres no fangs or by some of the words i used to describe things thats it! same with the half bloods (half vampires) its just taken mostly from twilight. Also i want to say thank you for over 100 followers on this account, i had no idea i would get this much attention so soon? so seriously thank you so much! and lastly this fic kinda became really personal for me? at times i got pretty emotional while writing but im really happy with it, i think it turned out really well and i hope you all love it as much as i do! enjoy!

ao3 | kofi

You wake up on a cloud of silk sheets and the scent of your lover. Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself alone in your shared bedroom, candlelight flickering on the nightstand and the soft patter of rain on the windows.

Sitting up and stretching, you sigh, content and happy. With your heightened senses, you can hear Sylus shuffling through your home, muted footsteps along the wooden floors. Almost as if not to wake you.

Then you hear it, your favorite sound. His humming, off key but enough to make your cursed heart race. You climb out of bed, cold air nipping at your naked body, pebbling your nipples hard - but you welcome it, growing used to the icy chill. Reminding you of the touch of the man you've fallen head over heels for. His hands roaming your body, leaving goosebumps rising as his skin makes contact with yours.

You pad through the room, grabbing your silk robe and throw it on before leaving. You make your way through the house leisurely, never in need of a rush, knowing you have all the time in the universe. Fingers dragging on the walls as you walk past, savoring your quiet and calm life.

Sylus's humming pauses for a moment, no doubt hearing you move around, before continuing. You could almost see the soft smile blessing his heavenly features, waiting in anticipation to see your beautiful face again.

You spot him in the kitchen, back facing towards you as the delicious scent of coffee fills the air, made perfectly just for you. Feet shuffling under you, you walk closer, the longing pull towards him dragging you in. The need for his touch, for his scent buzzing in your veins as you draw close. Arms reaching out as you loop them around him, shoving your face in between his broad shoulders. Fingers dipping under his sweater as they dance over every curve and line of his stomach, a secret map made just for your touch alone. You breathe him in, a sweet honey and vanilla scent fills your nose, leather and the cold mingling perfectly with his overwhelming sweetness. Something so Sylus. It was intoxicating, you never getting enough as you drive yourself drunk on just him.

"Good morning, my love," Deep, rumbling of his voice vibrates his frame, jittering into your bones as you plaster yourself to him. He doesn't turn, letting you get your fill of him for now. One lone hand coming to place itself on top of your smaller one, icy thumb brushing over your silky skin.

"Morning," You mumble into his back, running your nose along him. He chuckles, so warm and inviting. You want to hear it every day, not living until you get your fix of that beautiful sound.

You two stay entwined for a beat longer, him finally turning around to face you. Stealing your breath with just one look at his god like face. Plush lips curled into a loving smile, the soft kitchen light dancing off of his hard, granite skin. And those eyes, those ruby gemstone eyes you can't help but fall for every time you look at him. Today dull, dark, in need of feeding. You brush a hand up to his cheek, fingers ghosting just under his eye.

"You're thirsty..." A frown set on your face, brows furrowing and lips pouting. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as his other brushes your hair from your face.

"That can wait," Eyes dancing between your own, an unspoken language in themselves. You could feel the love in them, the way they shone just for you. "Have your coffee and let's go relax." Sylus reaches behind himself and holds a mug out to you, hot steam cascading up towards the ceiling. You take it, warming your palms as he leads you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch. He walks to the large bookcase covering one of your dark walls, selecting a record and putting it on. Quiet music fills the space between as he makes his way to you, long legs in confident strides. Power in every sure step.

"I love this one," You sigh, happily as you take a sip of the hot liquid. Warming you up from the inside as Sylus's cold body settles against you. The battle of temperatures fuzzing your brain. It felt calming.

"That's why I chose it," You could hear the smile in his words as his icy hand dances along the clothed skin of your arm. Every touch making your irregular heart pound in its cage in your chest. Calling out to him, telling him that it belonged to your lover.

The two of you sitting in silence as you let the tune play through your home, drinking down the coffee and settling into his large, strong arms. You could live every day of your never-ending life like this and still be content, happy even. Needing nothing in life but Sylus and your quiet home. Every mundane thing the two of you share feeling like the most exciting adventure.

Finishing your drink, you set it on the wooden table before you, the mug making a muffled knock that echoed on the walls. You turn to Sylus, his eyes closed as he lets the music consume him, thumb brushing on your arm. You drink him in, every single atom of his being as you wish you two can sit like this for eternity. He could, of course, never move from this couch or position and continue to live. But the deep almost jealousy flutters in your chest. If only you were like him, able to stop time.

Being half vampire, you were strong, powerful and demanding like he was. Never needing to worry about any threats. But the human side reminded you just how different you and Sylus were in these moments. Unlike him, you needed to eat, whether blood or human food, needing to breathe, needing to blink. You needed to sleep and use the restroom and do normal human things. You still had your beating heart; you had blood that burned in your veins. You couldn't stop time and just exist like this god of a man beside you. Never being strong enough, never being fast enough, never being just enough.

"What are you thinking about?" He hums, eyes still closed as he pushes you closer, pulling you from your negative thoughts. You sigh, eyes falling from his face to your lap.

"Nothing," You lie, knowing he knew you were. You never shared your insecurities with him, knowing he would try his best to soothe you. But he never lived in this limbo, not being human enough to be human, and not being vampire enough to be vampire. You didn't blame your lover, him being the most patient and understanding soul you've ever known. But your condition was so rare. Only a few ever recorded to your knowledge.

Sylus pulls you to his lap, eyes fluttering open, stealing your breath once more. Gentle glance in your wide, lovesick eyes, hands coming to secure behind you. You could feel his love in every movement, every touch a declaration. You place your hand on his chest, right over his still heart, willing it to beat just once for you, hoping to feel the same affect he has on you. It doesn't of course, cold stone skin under your warm palm - unchanging no matter how many times you try. He places his hand over yours, a silent way of telling you that if it could, it would beat a million times for you. Sylus reaches up to your chest, placing his own palm over your heart, making it race as he sighs. His confirmation of your love for him. Turning away, heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed that you were jealous of this small thing.

Pulling his hands away, he pulls you to his chest, his cheek pressed to your ear as his nose glides along your neck. Inhaling the sickening sweetness of your hybrid blood. Another thing you hated yourself for. Human blood tasting like aged, fine liquor, yours tasting like a sloppy sweet cocktail. Never tasting as good as them. Sylus told you he wouldn't want you to taste any other way, but you knew the truth. Tasting them yourself you knew how humans were, how their blood would send his kind into a frenzy. How if you were mortal, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"You should drink, my love," Your words soft, so quiet as you coaxed him to feed from you. Needing to feel his teeth rip open your flesh and consume. Sylus doesn't reply, just places a ghost of a kiss to your pulse point. Hands pulling down your robe to expose your collarbone, then shoulder, then most of your upper arm. You sigh as you feel him expose your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his freezing touch. His razor-sharp teeth slices through your skin like butter, making you gasp at the pain. He knew this hurt; it always did when he fed from you. But you never minded, wanting to be his food, wanting to supply him with your life, your essence to sustain his hunger. You wished he would drain you dry, sucking every drop from your veins so you could fill him completely. Dying with a smile in his arms because he was the one that caused it, knowing he had done it out of nothing but pure love for you. You would rip out your still beating heart from your chest and give it to him if he asked.

His lips latch onto the wound, sucking, pulling the blood out as his hand rests on your thigh, soothing your pain as best as he could manage. You could feel his icy tongue lapping at your flesh, savoring your taste like he actually enjoyed it. You close your eyes, leaning your head away to grant him more room, slowly welcoming the pain he caused. His lips on your skin were the only thing you ever wanting to feel, whether it being kisses or him draining the life from you, it was all you could ever ask from him.

Slowly, the pain passed, a dull throb from the wound as he soothed the skin with his. You could almost feel him drinking you in, your souls entwining in this endless dance between you. You imagine the image of your blood flowing down his long throat, hot and fresh. Feather like silver locks of his hair brushing on your throat, kissing your skin.

Once he's had his fill, his lips unlatch, a small red bruise blooming. You feel his tongue flatten, lapping at the few fallen streaks of blood. That was one thing you loved about him, how clean he is when he feeds, not making a show of it. He placed one soft kiss to your skin before pulling back.

Your eyes dance on his breath-taking face, eyes a bright, shining crimson, lips matching from your blood. His skin almost glowed, refreshed and new. You lifted your hand, caressing his stone cheek. Sylus leaned into your touch, a hum vibrating in his throat as you stared into your lover's eyes. Out of any version of him, you preferred this one, on the cusp of being alive again, eyes bright, lips red, and so fucking beautiful. Your thumb swiped along his bottom lip, smudging the blood to the corner of his mouth, a smile curling on your lips. His hand on your thigh gripping your squishy flesh, grounding you.

It was almost magnetic, your pull to him. Every touch bringing a reaction out of you immediately, like your body was made for him and him alone. The way his eyes swept from yours to your parted lips had you leaning in, no time for him to ask as you crash your lips together. The tangy taste of blood and his saliva swirl through your fuzzy brain, hand snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Slow but passionate, your lips moved together, creating their own dance. It was easy for you to grow addicted to this, not needing breath for a while, just have him touching your body as you consumed each other. You licked your way into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. So sweet, so strong. His cold touch calming the heat soaring through your body, soothing the fireworks that were your nerves.

Sylus pulled away, letting you catch your breath, lips still hovering over your own.

"Heaven," He breathed, full lips grazing over yours as he mouthed the word. Heaven, but only if he knew he was yours. Heaven, hell, and everything in between. The monster in the shadows but oh how wrong that actually was. A man so full of passion and love that the only thing he could do was submit himself to you. Knowing exactly what you needed without having to ever ask, almost as if he scraped open your brain and lived inside, weaving his way into your nerves and could feel every spark through you. How someone could imagine him as this nightmare creature was beyond you, nothing comparing to his beauty or his grace. Not his own kind, not any paintings or murals, nothing could ever match Sylus in any way. And you couldn't help but feel blessed, to have this man in your arms, in your heart, sharing every day with you while others had to live entire lifetimes without even getting a glance.

As you lean back to look at him, the shoulder of your robe slips, pooling around your thighs and leaving your top half bare to him. You watch as his eyes drift down, taking in your body as if it was the first time he's seen you. His cool fingertips barely touching your skin as they run from your neck. Ghosting down your chest and between your breasts, to your stomach just above your navel. He paused there for a beat, letting out a shaky breath before running back up to your shoulder then down your arm. His touch so gentle it brought a deep flush to your cheeks, eyes half lidded as your breath ran ragged. Always touching you like he would snap you in half in a single wrong move. It was true, he is stronger, but you could take it, take every rough touch he could throw at you yet he refused. Always handling you like you were made of the most precious glass.

"Are you hungry, dove?" Thumb brushing over your wrist, voice so unbelievably warm. You were, but you didn't want to leave, wanting to watch his blood smeared lips speak to you until your body grew weak and desperate. He could see it in your eyes, the corners of his beautiful wide mouth curling. "Let's go make something, then you can have me, my love."

"Wait," You nearly cry out, hand pushing his chest back onto the sofa. He let you push him, falling back in from your touch. "Just..." You sigh. "Just let me lay here with you."

Leaning forward you rest your face in the crook of his neck, large arms caging you to him. The music and rain snuffing out the silence between you, beating in time with your imagination of frozen heart and the waves between you. Turning your head, pressing your nose to his neck, you breathe him in. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel him, every fiber of your being screaming out to your mate, swearing to be with him until the universe falls from the sky. Your name etched into his soul and his into yours. Forever becoming one single being. Then you feel it, his chest buzzing as his deep voice hums to the song, singing for you. Emotions well inside you, heart thudding in your chest. His silent confirmation that you were his, that you were more than enough. Fingers tangling in your hair as he squeezes you tighter to his chest. You swear the world stops in his arms, everything fading away as you lay entangled together here on this sofa in your house under the rain and moonlight.

"I love you, dove," He sighs, nose pressing to your hair. Your heart responds for you, beating so loud you swear it speaks.

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yvesssssssss · 17 days ago

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😧👉🏻👈🏻 I've been seeing your post in nagumo x reader tag lately, wonder If I can request too

But If I can, can I have nagumo x Isekaid!fem reader who is a Fangirl of him in her world,but when she meet him she start to avoiding him, when he start to talk to her she respond with a short talk, when he approach her she start to search any reason to get away from him.

But, unknown to her he is interested in her, he think she is just shy thats why she have been avoiding him.

He start to chase after her trying to communicate with her and be close to her.

She work at aoi's convinience store after she (aoi) offer her to work at her store, knowing she didn't have any place to go to.

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I hope you enjoy it!! Thinking of turning this into a series—stay tuned for more!

You’ve gotten good at pretending.

Pretending you’re just a regular girl working part-time at a small convenience store. Pretending you know how to use the ancient cash register. Pretending this whole situation—this entire universe—doesn’t make your brain want to short-circuit.

Because you’re not from here.

And you’re not supposed to know who Nagumo is.

But you do.

You know too well.

You knew him before he knew you even existed—back when he was just lines on a page, a fictional favorite you obsessed over. The smug smile. The ridiculous outfits. The chaotic energy. The multi-tool with too many blades to count.

You’d crushed hard. Secretly, embarrassingly hard.

And now?

Now he’s real.

And he shops at your store.

You saw him the first time a week ago, just after you started working for Aoi. He strolled in like a man who didn’t need to make an entrance to own a room. Hair messy, hands in his pockets, that signature lazy grin stretched across his face.

You’d gone cold. Then hot. Then borderline faint.

The shock was so strong you’d ducked behind the counter and pretended to reorganize gum packets just to avoid eye contact. He bought a drink, paid in exact change, and left without a clue that your life had just ended.

Since then, it’s become your personal nightmare.

Nagumo stops by constantly. Sometimes twice a day. Always with some excuse—snacks, soda, “forgot something.” And every time, you freeze. You mumble a quick answer. You make yourself small. You run.

Literally. You’ve fled to the stockroom so many times Aoi thinks you have a bladder condition.

But she doesn’t question it. And she never asks why your hands shake a little when you restock the candy aisle.

She doesn’t know the truth.

She doesn’t know you’re from another world—his world.

And that you used to write self-insert fanfiction about the man currently leaning against the freezer case.

“Hey, shorty,” Nagumo calls lazily, cracking open a can of soda before paying for it. “Don’t tell Aoi I opened this early.”

You don’t answer. Just nod stiffly and pretend to count receipts.

“Still shy, huh?” he adds, stepping up to the counter with a slight tilt to his head. “You’ve been dodging me like I’ve got the plague.”

You flinch. Internally curse your face for heating up.

“…I’m just busy,” you mutter, eyes fixed on the register.

“Uh-huh. Super convincing.”

You hear the click of metal—instinctively you glance up, only to see him fiddling with something in his hand.

Your breath catches.

It’s his multi-tool—a sleek, compact contraption currently unfolding into a wickedly curved blade. He’s not threatening anyone. Just casually spinning it between his fingers, like it’s a pen and not a lethal weapon.

“I cleaned it this morning,” he says offhandedly, noticing your stare. “Gotta keep the tools sharp. Never know when you’ll need to slice open a vending machine or a car door.”

You blink. “That’s oddly specific.”

“Occupational hazard.” He smirks. “What, scared of a little knife?”

“Multi-tool,” you say before you can stop yourself.

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? So you have been paying attention.”

Shit.

You look away instantly. “It’s obvious.”

“Sure it is.”

Nagumo leans over the counter slightly, resting his elbows as he studies you. You swear you feel the weight of his gaze—not just on your face, but under your skin.

He’s not teasing the way you thought he would. There’s something quieter in his eyes. Something interested.

You panic.

“I, um—I need to check the storage fridge,” you blurt, backing away. “It’s… acting weird.”

You don’t wait for an answer before ducking through the swinging door behind the counter. Cool air hits your face like a slap, and you slump against the wall.

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s just a guy. A really hot guy with knives and excellent comedic timing and—ugh.”

You press your palms to your cheeks and groan.

Through the door, you can still hear him whistling. Waiting.

You’d hoped by avoiding him, he’d lose interest. That you could quietly exist in the background of this world, far from the chaos of the manga panels you used to read.

But it’s not working.

Because Nagumo?

He doesn’t walk away when things get weird.

He walks closer.

And he’s starting to make you wonder what’s scarier—

That you might have to talk to him eventually…

Or that you might want to.

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goldfades · 3 months ago

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melo smau 👀😛

youruser charlotte, nc

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mochamadeleines · 11 days ago

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Frost and Leather

The stranger waits for you to shut up, and you being so kind, do just that. He scans your face, and bobs his head. The bits of white were actually greys. And hes definitely old. The deep lines and creases in his face tell you a lot. Hes older, and has been through hell.

“Me neither. Still shouldnt be out here by yourself.”

Your heart pounds loudly in your ears with each word that passes his lips. The southern twang hitting all the right consonants. The softening of his ‘T’s. His voice is soothing and somehow anxiety inducing at the same time. Maybe youre just anxious that it is soothing in the first place. You dont know this guy.

“But, its safe here.” You say, mentally slapping yourself when it comes out more meekly than it was supposed to be.

“But, its cold.” The stranger clarifies. You feel goosebumps blossom up your body. Fuck, it is cold.

tags!! - 18+ meet cute !! fluff! first chapter set in part one/s1 banter, playing in the snow, fix it fic if you squint HAHA,written with game joel in mind but works for hbo joel!! nsfw sneak peak for ch1, smut will be in ch2! reader is like ten years younger, fic mostly set between games/seasons! sort of slow burn but not really, first chapters like all flashback , teasing uhhh more tags later just read it bestie

Your face is melting. Youre melting. Its winter and youre in a sweater but youre scorching.

Joels someone who enjoys working with his hands, so it makes sense, to you, why he wouldnt immediately jump to fucking you. He wants to know what gets you ticking.

One hand unbuttons the front of your jeans, while the other slides up to your waist. You whimper feeling his fingers again. Its too much. Your hands need to be somewhere, anywhere-

Joels voice comes back to you, gruff and affectionate, close to your ear. “How do ya like it?”

“H-How do I like what?” You kick yourself for stammering.

“Do you like it slow, like i've been doin’,” As if to demonstrate, he slides his middle finger down to the opening of your cunt, teasing the edges of it like it isnt gushing into his hand ever so often. His fingertips kiss your sensitive nub, just barely. “Or,”

Somehow, through all the slipperyness, Joel swipes a few quick circles against your clit. You try not to let your knees buckle, but his free arm holds you more securely to his chest.

“Joel- Joel-” You choke out. You can feel his dick, hard and alert through his jeans and against your back.

“Well?”

You breathe, “Uh- Fast- Please.”

“Thas’ a good girl. Good job for sayin’ please.”

Joel adjusts you in his hold a bit, bucking his hips into your ass with a grunt and holding you up just enough that your boots are barely planted onto the ground. Your hands fly to hold onto his wrists.

If you went back and told your past self you and Joel were fucking in a public space she would laugh in your face.

Oh how things change.

When youre born into this world- This new world- one of the things you learn is how to fight to survive.

Sometimes the fighting isnt even using a gun, or your fists, but with your heart. Sometimes the most valuable thing you can do for someone is let them know you see them. Let them know you care.

And thats how you survived. By getting on peoples good sides. By getting them to trust you. Its a wearing your heart on your sleeve kind of thing.

Obviously, it doesnt always work. People are assholes. People are monsters. Theyre backstabbers, theyre liars, theyre murderers, theyre thieves.

But you dont regret being as open as you are.

Its always them that do.

So when you sneak up on the FEDRA soldier outside the gates of the zone, cover his mouth with a rag soaked in chloroform, and swipe a blade across his adams apple, you dont regret it one bit. Collateral. You were supposed to escape the QZ in peace. Quietly. But your fuckass “friend” ratted you out and you barely managed to get down the fire escape before the soldiers broke your door down to get you.

Thats another thing about being nice in this world. People fall in love easy if youre not out to get them. And if you have boobs.

So after all of that, and you end up in Jackson, you dont know what to do with yourself.

You actually didnt know where to go, and for a second there you thought you were going to die in the woods until a group of men found you. Not ideal. But they brought you to the commune, fed you, and gave you warm clothes. Very ideal.

You spent the next few weeks of winter recovering from a nasty stab wound, and settling in. It wasnt hard at first. Everyone was friendly, people checked up on you. The head of the commune, Maria, gave you a nice haircut to make you feel all brand new. Shes soft spoken, helpful. Her husband, Tommy, is too. Though he provides you with more comic relief than anything.

Its the fourth week in the commune that gets to you. Its like a vacation that lasts too long. You get this horrible anxiety that things have just been too good and that, inevitably, something fucked up is going to happen. Youre in a constant state of feeling doomed.

You fall asleep with this ache in your chest, and wake up with your clothes soaked in sweat. In Fucking. Winter.

You walk around your bare room in your bare makeshift studio home, trying to steady your breathing. You need to get out. Away from these new clothes and this soft bed and these warm walls, and the safety of being inside. You pull your (new) coat on and (new) boots before heading out.

Youre waddling over the snow, arms awkwardly hovering around your sides. Youre sure you look like a penguin. Sometimes you wish you were a lot older. You would have loved to see videos of penguins sliding on their bellies across the ice. Seeing them in books will never be as good.

The trek further into town is less than ideal with all the snow piling up, and the ice cold wind is starting to hurt your face. But its a good pain. Its keeping you distracted, but awake.

The feeling stays bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and crawls up and down your throat. Feels like the vertical version of one of those pendulum things you saw in school.

Everything looks so clean. No ones been out for a while, so the blankets of snow layered over the houses and streets are untouched. Like powdered sugar over donuts in those cooking magazines you loved to look at once upon a time.

You should go to one of the restaurants, see if they can make you a donut. Just one. A chocolate one. Maybe you could trade for it? You dont really have any skills to offer. You kind of just got here. Maybe you should ask if they could teach you?

Your waddling comes to slow stop, the last bits crunching under the stillness of your boots.

Someone else is out. This late?

Around the corner, a few houses down, a man is sat on the first step of his porch, one leg arched up on a step while the other stretches, boot and pants catching some of the snowfall.

He has this intense look on his face with a shiny flask gripped in his hand. Maybe hes had a rough day. The stranger has a course beard and short hair, with little flakes of silver peeking through. Probably greys? He looks old.

For some reason- For some fucking reason, you stay put, observing curiously. How could you not? Hes the only one out here besides you, and everyone else is way more well adjusted than you are. Theyre humbly appreciating the comfort of their beds and their blankets and…Youre out here. You cant sleep. Havent been able to sleep well for a few days now. He cant sleep either by the looks of it.

You watch him take a swig from the flask, then push himself up. Oh shit. Thats youre cue to leave. But the weather makes your escape less than ideal. Okay, it makes it fucked up.

You only manage to penguin away a few feet before eating shit. “Fuck!”

You grunt, long and exaggerated and tired and you fucking hate yourself. You try to push yourself up, and the sting of the snow under your hands pushes you to do it more quickly, which was fucking stupid because you eat shit again.

Third times a charm, you remind yourself, and push yourself up one more time.

“Probably shouldnt try that one again.”

You still, and your next few movements are very slow. The pair of big boots still infront of your eyes.

“C’mere.”

The owner of the boots suddenly has arms, and strong hands wrap around your forearms and pull you up to your feet. Of course its the random you saw sitting on his perch. You didnt expect anything else. Hes just…Different to look at up close. Tall.

The words start rolling off your tongue before you can properly rehearse them in your mind. “Im sorry- I didnt know anyone would be out here- I probably look crazy walking around here like some kind of- Uh- Anyways! I needed- I was out on a walk. I couldnt..Sleep”

“Me neither. Still shouldnt be out here by yourself.”

“But, its safe here.” You say, mentally slapping yourself when it comes out more meekly than it was supposed to be.

“But, its cold.” The stranger clarifies. You feel goosebumps blossom up your body. Fuck, it is cold.

You nod along, feeling a bit dumb. “Thanks for helping me up. Wouldve been stuck on the ground till morning.” You joke, smiling a little.

He doesnt laugh, but the edges of his eyes bunch up a little in amusement. “By mornin’, ya wouldve looked like a big lump of snow. Snowfall’s real heavy right now. You should head on back before you get sick.”

“Cant get sick if im wearing all the right gear.” You pat some of the snow off your coat, a little proud. Youre double layered.

“S’that what you think?”

“Yes. Yes?”

He cocks his head to one side, eyes flickering down. “Youre not wearin’ gloves.”

Damn him. “Well,” You stuff your hands in your coat, feeling stubborn. “Youre not wearing them either.”

“Been keepin’ myself warm other ways.”

“Oh Yeah? You should share your method then.”

“Go home.” He emphasizes, voice thick and raspy. His voice is low like hes afraid of waking up the entire commune.

“I..I cant. I feel like I’m suffocating in there.” You confess. He doesnt seem very moved.

“Suffocatin’?”

“Yeah.”

“In your warm house? With a bed? Blankets?-”

“Uhhhghhh. Why did I even bother saying anything.” You grumble, waddling past him, making sure you elbow him on the way. Fuck him, he doesnt get it. You should hurl some snow at him.

“Wait, wait- Don’t start walkin’ away so fast. Youll fall.”

You huff. “Must be fate if I do.”

“What did ya mean when you said that?”

“Said what? I say a lot of stuff.”

Unamused. “That you felt suffocated.”

“Oh now you wanna know. Made it sound like I was an ungrateful brat for a second there.” You stop, carefully turning towards him again. He watches you for a moment, breathing. He looks intense again, still not saying anything. The wind tickles your nose, and you sniffle.

You lick the dryness of your lips, trying to think about how to explain. “It..I felt like I was going stir crazy. I got here a few weeks ago, and I was okay but..Lately..”

He watches you try to find the words, indecisive by the way youre looking around, like maybe the words are sitting on top of the houses, ready for you to spot them. “Its too quiet- Everyones safe. Nothing really happens, you know? And thats good but Im-Im not used to it.”

You waddle close to a building- The bar- And lean against the hard wall to stabilize yourself. He follows suit.

“I fought since the day one. Now, theres nothing to fight. Sort of. The adjustment isnt easy. Im used to strangers trying to kill me. Makes me antsy.”

“Antsy?”

“Uh- Paranoid I mean. My first day here- I punched a guy in the face. I was just scared, you know?"

He nods, and you watch his hot breath cloud up in front of him as he stares ahead. “I get it.”

“How?” And the handsome stranger looks as indecisive as you probably did earlier trying to explain.

Oh shit. Handsome? What are you thinking! Your eyes trace down to his hands- theyre big, rugged and worn with use. Does he build the houses? “Bein’ scared of new things.”

“Yeah. Thats exactly it. I think my body is used to all the adrenaline, and its getting all crazy without it. Like when youre on drugs.”

“Drugs?” And he has the audacity to really look amused this time.

“What, you interested?”

He snorts, only faintly. “Jesus christ. Should just report you for that alone. There are kids around’ere.”

You grin, puffing into your palms to warm them up before stuffing them back into the pockets if your coat. “Last I checked, Jackson has no law enforcement.”

He looks over, dark eyes squinting at you under the lowlight of the street lamps. “Mm. Does not. But it could. Maybe you jus’ dont know it yet.”

“I think youre just trying to make me paranoid.”

“I think,” And he turns to you fully, blocking out the closest lamp, letting the light halo his silhouette. “Im tryin’ta send you home, little lady.”

He looks a bit too serious for your liking- Almost like he actually gives a shit. Or maybe he is telling the truth about there being secret spies running around. You shrink under his gaze, just a little.

Your eyes stay glued to your boots, and in tandem, his. He has way bigger feet than you do. Youre a little jealous. Itd be nice to be taller and stronger. His shoes are less worn out, like your own. Makes you reconsider that building job. Maybe he hasnt been here before. Or maybe you're overthinking and he just happens to have new boots.

His hand moves into your field of vision, holding something.

A pair of gloves.

“I really-”

“Take ‘em.”

The gloves, knitted and black taunt you with their possible warmth. You look up at his face, meeting his eyes, and he doesnt look like hell back down anytime soon, face all hard and stubborn.

Youre stubborn too.

Just not right now.

“Okay,”

He relinquishes the gloves to you, hand opening up to let you grab them. You take a glove one by one, pulling them over your fingers. Its warm as hell and you feel a little more cozy and less like your hands will thaw off. Theyre way too big on you.

“Feelin’ better? Not too awkward?”

You get the urge to be snippy because he knows youre feeling better so why does he have to ask!

Thing is, when you look at his face, his head is tilted to one side and his brows are raised. Its a genuine question.

“..What about you? Arent you cold?”

“Nah. Theyre better off with you than me.”

“Mister-”

“Joel.” He corrects. Joel corrects.

“Joel, these are way too big for me.”

“What, cant handle things too big for ya?”

Why the fuck did he word it like that? “Feels awkward.” You open and close your hands, letting him watch how floppy they are.

“Oh” Joel says, seemingly dumbfounded. “They really are too big.”

“You didnt notice?”

He makes no comment.

You shift from one foot to the other, and take off one of the gloves. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Joel hold a hand out, and you start sliding the glove onto his hand, first pulling it up his fingers. He sighs, somewhat annoyed.

“What the hell are you doin’.”

“Sharing the warmth. Work with me here.”

Joel, who huffs, wiggles around his fingers to get the glove on securely.

“Stop groaning and moaning about it. Youre being ungrateful.” You pat the top of his hand, and Joel lets it fall to his side for a moment before crossing his arms, face tight.

“I’m groanin’ and moanin’ ? You skipped out on some good sleep to play in the snow.”

“Play in the snow? I fell!”

“Looked like playin’ta me.”

You want to beat him with a big mallet. You choose the next best option. You waddle a few feet from him.

“What’re you doin’?” He grunts.

You crouch down carefully, scooping some snow into your hands and smushing it between your palms. “Playin’ in the snow.” You mock, accent and all.

“Miss,-”

You pause to look up, correcting him with your name. Joels nostrils flare, a bit like a bull. If it was a grumpy old man. He says your name slow, letting it roll off his tongue like hes still getting used to the taste.

Your palm stings, but vengeance means more to you than the pain.

Joel idles in place, snow crunching around as he impatiently watches you work.

Satisfied, you stand up again, triumphant.

“You’re goin’ta fall again-”

You hurl the snow ball at him like a baseball. Joel staggers back with a grunt when it hits his chest, smile lines settling into a deep frown.

“What is wrong with you-” Joel starts to say, tone flat, but youre quick with your next throw.

“Too quiet around here!”

“Stop throwin’ snow at me!-”

“I need some real excitement!” Joels had enough, now walking towards you, all menacing. You cant help but grin.

Another snow ball. “Come on! Snowball fight!”

Joel growls, hushed, setting an example of how loud you should be talking considering everyones asleep. “Its past midnight!-”

“Even better!” You were never one to disturb the peace, but this would be a good idea to get the energy out.

“Goddamnit-”

You dont even think Joel himself wouldve ever imagined hed be having a snowball fight late into the night with some stranger. Its probably more wild than fighting a bloater. Those things are fucking nasty. Still, you watch him crouch down and scoop up a pile of snow, and throw it at you. Lands dead on your shoulder.

“Ow!-”

“Happy now?” And hes so dumb for thinking this is over. Its only the beginning.

“Ill be happy when I win.”

Joels grumbling to himself. “You cannot be serious-”

Your aims a little off, the snowball smacks him right in the face, then crumbles down on his shirt. Your hands fly to your mouth, eyes wide. Shit.

“Joel- Im so sorry- Are you okay?-”

Joel conjures up a fat ass snowball and launches it at you, full force. Its not fair his hands are so big. He has more room to make a bigger snowball. You wobble and fall right back into the snow.

You stare up at the sky, laying in your soon to be grave. There happen to be some stars out tonight, and they look rather pretty. Been a while since you appreciated the view.

You hear Joel crunch his way over, then watch him loom over you.

“How’s it feel to lose?”

“Feels cold.”

“Uh huh. Okay, c’mon now. And quit fallin’. One more time and Ill think youre doin’ it on purpose.” He holds his hand out- the one without the glove-, and you drag yourself up with it. Theyre surpisingly warm. Hard to let it go unnoticed with how freezing it is.

“Thanks. Can I ask you something?”

Joels eyebrow arches up. “That depends.”

“Why are you out so late.”

“Guess I couldnt sleep either.”

Youre busy swiping off the snow from your jeans. “Why?”

“I..” He stretches the vowel out, long enough to let you know he isnt sure if he wants to tell you.

“You-”

“Someone I care about is leavin’ tomorrow.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I was ‘sposed to go with ’er,” He adds, looking down at the snow.

Joel doesnt say much more than that, and the silence between you stretches out for another mile.

You begin quietly, “Why arent you going with her anymore?”

“I dont think I can protect’er. Ive done.. A real bad job of doin’ so.”

“Did she say that?”

“Well, no-”

“So why do you think that?” You push further. Joel chews the inside of his cheek, narrowing his eyes.

“I always put’er in danger. I cant- keep her safe.”

“Mm.” You stroke your imaginary beard. One longer than Joels. Because you like to win. “I'm sure she wants to be with you just as much, Joel. I mean, you have protected her, yeah? That means things can always work out. You should go with. So she'll feel safe.”

You nod, more to yourself than Joel, satisfied with your own advice.

Joel just watches you, brows raised.

“What?”

“Nothin’” He shrugs.

“Why are you looking at me like that then?!”

“Im not lookin’ at you like anythin’.”

“You so are!”

“Jus’ that.. I dunno. That was solid advice.”

“Solid? Solid?” You grumble. Hes teasing you. You fell on your ass four times and hes teasing you! “What? Like you could do better.”

“Jus’ sayin’.” The corner of his lips tip up and with his eyes, pleased. “Solid.”

“Riiiight.”

You tell Joel about living in Atlanta, and he tells you a bit about Boston. You learn he doesnt like to talk much about himself, but you dont mind, only because hes good at being conversational. You dont need an entire biography. All Joel tells you he was born and raised in Texas, and you fumble around talking about having been allegedly born in a collapsed underground subway. You tell Joel how old you are, and he tells you how old he is. Somehow after all of that, Joel starts to tell you about how when he was a teenager, his dad would send him further down southern Texas during the summer to spend time with his Uncle who was a leather specialist.

You mimick Joel, leaning back against the wall with your arms crossed. “Hmm- Oh- You ever make shoes?”

“No, but-” Joel waggles a finger as he recalls the things him and his Uncle worked on. “We brought ‘em back to life, and lemme tell you,” He huffs, amused at the memory. “It was pretty much like makin’ em from scratch. Some of those boots were on their last leg.”

You grin, shaking your head. “So you guys only fixed the stuff?”

“Well,” Joel clears his raspy throat. “We did make really simple satchels and what not. But really, it was jus’ belts.”

“Oooh. Yeah you know, belts are pretty basic- Not saying that to knock down the practice. Just feel like its straightforward to make.”

Joel nods in agreement, a smirk gracing his lips. “Bit more complicated than that, but yeah. Actually, the belt I’m wearin’ right now, I made.”

“Oh yeah?”

“S’pretty old, though.”

You lift your jacket, looking down at your loose fit jeans. All the anxiety has destroyed your appetite, and you lost some weight.

“You should make another one. Well- You should teach me how to make one and also another. For you.”

Joel holds your eyes, and you kinda regret asking him. You need the belt, but you also want to… Want to… What exactly?

Spend time with him?

Hes probably married. Or something. Youre so lame. You dont care. Hes just some guy. Not a threat. Yet.

“Okay.” Joel says. Simple. Easy. You blink a few times.

“Tell ya what. You go deer huntin’ for the leather. Bring back lots of it. Then, we can make the belts.”

You smile, big, and you dont regret coming out one bit.

“Now run along. Cant shoot a deer if youre fallin’ asleep.”

You roll your eyes, playfully knocking into him. “Copy that.” You salute, and look down the direction you came. The snows nearly done covering your tracks.

“See ya, Joel.”

“See ya.”

#joel miller #the last of us #hbo joel miller #the last of us part 1 #the last of us season one #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller x you #fanfic #mocha writes #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal #smut fic #glaze me glaze me glaze me #Lie 2 me and say u love it...#reading this back after its been sitting in my drafts for like ever and i rly like it so im posting it to motivate me to continue lawl #can u tell i couldnt think of a title

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geee-three · 7 months ago

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yeah no im fine dwbi

sorry 4 everything btw

What

What are you sorry for wwhat

You better be okay ehat the hell

#im getting stressed over shit i cant control and i have so much schoolwork and i feel guilty about everything ever and #yeah #having a time #i think i projected on akito too hard and he took revenge and projected back onto me #because im feeling all the emotions i made him feel recently #this keeps fucking happening. i wrote akikoha making out can someone come and make out with me now. please. i dont want the other shit #aghdaghsjgdaghjsdhg explodes #i think if i could cry this would be better but i literally havent cried in going on 5 years #yeah 5 #bc it was 3 when my mum went into hospital #eyeah i knwo how time works #idkkkkkk i think every emotion ive ever felt has just. sat. in my brain. and ive been ignoring them and occasionally my eye twitches #and thats the closest i get to emotions these days #and then i feel like tearing out my organs and giving them to the nearest person whos ever shown me kindness bc i dont deserve shit #cause i cant give it abck yk #also bullshit keeps happening eye arr ell and its Stressing Me Out more than it normally would and i Dont Know Why #combination of everything i think #i need to drop a subject that would fix me i think. or two.#i think if(when) we meet up irl you are Getting Hugged and i might start sobbing #bc im not sure theres anyone irl rn who i actually love #and i 100% love you #idk #dies ont he spot #sell my organs for the money itd probably do you more good than dealing with (gestures vaugely)#tomi tag #dont read all this lmao im just rambling

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lavendewr · 2 months ago

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love, or the lack thereof (2)

summary: she’s flawed in a way no love has ever last in her presence. until jungkook comes, she got to feel that same raw emotion for almost her whole life. but she’s flawed. and no love has ever last in her life.

pair: non idol!jungkook x f.reader

tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers.

warnings: nothing much, just a girl who is trying to get better <3, time skip cs of course, jungkook at the end of the chap was dressed like this.

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The journey back to her place was atrocious to say the least. Every steps were dreadful and heavy, it’s like the gravity became her pain, pulling her down.

Until she stepped out of the door, Jungkook still did not utter a word. No. He just stared at her and closed the door slowly, as if to say his heart was already closed, please stay outside of it.

Maybe there’s a reason why this happened. Maybe Jungkook turns out to be a serial killer and unknowingly, she kinda saved herself. Anyway, thats what she thought. That man with a heart of gold and such tenderness could never do that. Her years of experiences by his side says it all.

Arriving at her downtown apartment, she heaved out a deep sigh, trying to comfort herself while walking to the elevator. “Okay, that’s fine, whatever. Let’s just go with the flow I guess.” she definitely lying about going with the flow but that’s the slightest thing she could give herself, courage.

Then all of the sudden, there comes grief, bearing down on her. All of her grief screamed, “This isn’t how it supposed to be. This isn’t.” multiple times like a recitation. But looking at where she was right now, the world offered a laugh. But this is how it is.

She just really needed someone. Actually no. She needed him. The life she’s in was unsure, she didnt know what to do all alone. Even so, her wish for him was hollow. Maybe the universe wants her to see herself a little bit more.

That night, she was diving into her sea of sorrows until she sinked.

———

“You know, Jungkook.. I feel like we’re practically sharing a place at this point.” Taehyung said, swirling his beer. He already lost count as to how many times Jungkook invited him. When asked why, Jungkook will always counter back with “Can’t i just hang out with my friend?”. but Taehyung knew, the guy was just lonely. His apartment which was once used to be reeked of love was now filled with chemical stench and cloud of fumes.

“She came.”

“The one and only?” Taehyung knew who Jungkook was referring to, but he thought it costs nothing to be a pain in the ass.

Jungkook replied nothing. His eyes said it all though.

“You’re the one who called it off and now you’re sulking. I really don’t get you.” Taehyung spoke, eyes narrowed slightly at the pouty man.

“It’s just.. I think we both needed time to fix ourselves. I had to. but I can’t help myself from being so sad.” the doe eyed man said.

It was honestly a terrible reason anyone could ask for their breakup. Jungkook knew that too. But when he looked back at how Y/n always put their relationship above else, he got awfully upset. While one could say it was a good thing, for Jungkook, he only ever wanted for her to think about herself a lot more.

If he could put it into a word about their relationship, it would be codependency.

He loves her, god he could yell about it for the rest of his life but at times, he was drained. The constant reliance and identity crisis was getting unhealthy. He had to put their relationship off at some point.

“Well, you will always be sad about this. But it doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice, jungkook. It’s just something you have to carry.” Taehyung said softly.

———

2 years 7 months later

“You seem to get a lot better. I’m so proud of where you are right now. Please don’t ever give up.” Mrs. Hong smiled while taking off her round eyeglasses.

“Would be a damn waste of my therapy money if i decided to give up then.” y/n snickered, eyes glinted with something ever so gentle.

For someone who hates the idea of time, she was surprisingly going through it well.

With time, she got to know herself. With time, she knew how to breathe on her own. With time, the world around her becomes a few times warm, not in a blazing way, but in a way where someone drapes a soft blanket over you in the midst of winter.

The feeling that she had never lived in this world caught her off guard. It was an old fact. She had never lived. At least not for her own. Looking back, all she ever did for herself was to merely endure. That too, with the help of particular special someone.

“I’ll get going. Let’s talk soon.”

Mrs. Hong nodded and gave a smile one last time.

Y/n drew out a breath, soon as she stepped out of the grey building. Her phone showed 10:16. Precisely got 14 minutes left in her hand to make sure she attend her meeting on time. Or else, she has to kiss goodbye to that competent and diligent repute.

Nowadays, it was easier to do everything once she properly knew herself. And somehow it’s also easier for her mind to go back again to what she called ‘the moment of greatest despair’ in her life. Maybe this is what Jungkook was trying to tell her. To prioritise herself.

She knew their relationship was far away from flawless and she also knew she played a major role as to that reason. But there was still a lingering feeling of rage exist within because the man did the decision all by himself and never try to talk her through.

Still, that was in the past though. A past that was kept safely in a heart shaped box.

The woman shrugged and walked towards her car. Better keep moving.

———

10:32.

Shit, 2 minutes late. The door to the meeting room barged open slowly.

“I apologize for not being on time.” said Y/n, hastily. Head bowing down to show manners to the people in the room.

“it’s okay, Y/n. Take your seat, we’re about to start.” her co-workers, one who never failed to help anyone, assure her with a smile. Such an angel.

Y/n walked over torwards the vacant seat, right beside her said co-workers and quickly pulled out her laptop.

“Now that our creative director is already here, why don’t you introduce yourself?” someone in the room said.

She ignored. Knew it was not about her. Besides, she’s way more nervous about her slides as her crossed-fingers glided smootly on the touchpad.

Someone cleared their throat. The people in the room started to clap as a small cheer. She glanced up and saw a man standing in a brown plaid double breasted blazer, all buttons were left opened, showing a white shirt with a bit of green crewneck. The silver chain dangled in place.

She puffed out a shaky breath. Eyes still glued to the chain, didn’t dare to move a single look up to the face because she’s scared. Scared of the familiarity that was about to burn.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook, I’ll be your replacement photographer for 3 months. Please take a good care of me.”

#jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fic #jungkook #bts #bts fic #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #exes to lovers #hurt/comfort #Spotify #angst with a happy ending #bangtan #original character

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jazzyblusnowflake · 1 year ago

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OMG hi…I really like your art and was wondering if you wanna be mutuals??????????? Also tell me about your MD ships :3c

honey we are dating- .....okay yknow what- HI PRETTY & TALENTED LADY- yess i will absolutely love toooo 🙈💕💕💕💕💕

also lets see uhhh okay this is an excuse for me to just... expload-

keep in mind not every ship is meant for all of you so dont badger me about stuff that ISNT CANON or YOU DONT SHIP. contrary to whatever you believe, when somone posts about THEIR ships, nobody wants to hear about you NOT shipping it on THAT EXACT post.

hang in there, this gon be a long one >:p

First off we are starting strong with Nuzi- Biscuitbites obviously thats a given- these two just have too much to be said about why and how they make eachother the best version of eachother, whether they ever became canon or not- they fit like puzzle pieces- they lessen eachothers negative traits by being their for eachother.

next is Vuzi- Violentviolet, they are my favorite kind of enemies to lovers 😔 but its also tragic smh. kinda pissed off at how V always does something good in Uzis favor only when she is LITERALLY PASSED OUT- either in the camp ep on the bus or in Alices lab. like damn ofFUCKINGcourse Uzi wouldnt know she cares about her 😭😭😭

envuzi- Violentbitingbiscuits, i love these goobers with all my heart- they deserve the best 😔💕💕💕💕

envy - [does this poor ship just NOT have an exclusive FINDABLE tag name??? im calling them GoldenMemories...], i like to think that if they were in the manor still, and nothing bad had ever happened, these two would be comforting eachother in the healthiest way possible. V needs someone like N and N is just adorable like that uwu

Next we have JxTessa/Jessa- [calling them Fancyblades cuz why not-] J deserves some closure for the shit shes gone through smhhh 😔, its a tragic yuri of J loving and wanting something she probably already accepted she couldnt have, and even then she gotta deal with Ns ass being the favorite one regardless of how hard she tries to be perfect... sighhh i wanna imagine them in a future where Tessa was spared as the only human and J could save her 😭😭😭😭 Tessa might have loved doing mechanical stuff or wore black to hide grease/oil stains on her clothes from her parents and wore gloves to hide her oily stained hands- i want her to have a scene of wiring drones back to life and saving them and saying something like "hey there, you made it! dont worry, ill take care of you, youre my friend now :3" or something //dies//, also before anyone says it- even if Tessa was a teen in the flashbacks- romance is not exclusive to ADULTS, teens can love eachother without having sexual stuff involved. no she was not their MOTHER figure, she was their FRIEND who liked to fix robots for herself to not be alone in a house where her own parents literally chain her up as punishment. i dont even know why im arguing about this, people headcanon or make aus about characters NOT being dead all the time and if Tessa was alive for as long as J thought she was, Tessa would have been a perfectly fine adult either way. so counting this, yes shes canonically considered an adult when Cyn tries to imitate an adult humans body 🙄 makes as much sense as everything else i guess-

next ones i got is NorixYeva/Neva- Solverlilies- i just think theyre neat 😭😭😭 and once again, like everything else in this franchise- they are tragic yuris 😔 damn liam im finding a pattern over here 🤨 anyway, i like to think they either got closer in the lab experimentations or were already close when they were working as WDs in the campsite area for the humans. obviously canonically they were probably straight or just not into eachother romantically- [Nori either u have the worst taste men or Khan just fucking lost it after you died-] but also on the other handddd.... they have 2 hands and they are robots, i want them to kiss like two barbie dolls and im gonna make them do just that-

DollxLizzy/Dizzy- Bloodypink, wost fucking ship names ever, i cant find shit on them with these tags and it makes me angry >:/ at this point 2/3s of my ships are just tragic yuris smh, Doll did not deserve any of the things handed to her, even if she went about doing some things the wrong way i wish Lizzy didnt just abandon her- but then again, Doll did kinda abuse Lizzys trust and Lizzy got scared of being close to a serial murderer so.... morality calls this a draw? 😭 im crying... i wish someone was there to help Doll... sigh... i like to think Lizzy would have waited for Doll to just come back at some point... oh well, thats why AUs exist :"3 //sobs in the corner//

DollxUzi/Dollzi- Bloodybats, this ship is so underrated to me... they could have been... so much more. but why weren't they? did Yeva abandon ever getting close to Uzi when she was a kid after Nori died? did Uzi and Doll just never play around together as kids when their mothers were so close? were they ever close and something went wrong as they grew older? at worst they could have been like sisters together, and at best maybe more than friends. i just dont know what happened here, like Yeva could have tried to keep an eye on Uzi, maybe Uzi could have found Dolls powers so cool before having them too- i dont know theres literally tons of possibilities- but if Doll deserved to be saved or cared for by anyone, at least one of them should have been Uzi... sigh.

ThadxV- Killingblonde, yall this is... the cutest shit... ever???? like from here on out we kinda go into the more or less crackship territory but these two are adorable- Dumbass yet wholesome jock boy that just wants to keep his queen happy 😔👌👌👌 He and Uzi would have so much to talk about on "crushing on literal murder bots that stabbed and almost ate us" its literally love at first stab smhhh 😫💕

ThadxSam- Smokyjock ???? for some fucking reason??? i dont know what my brain did here man- i just like the trope of someone getting under Thads skin- like pair up the healthy sports loving gym boy with the lazy but wholesome dumbass that does drugs or is always just sleep deprived and Thad is always trying to just... take care of his ass and make him take care of himself but he just WONT SMHHH-

okay some more or less crack ships down here:

ThadxN: it speaks for itself. its too adorable and youll go blind from the light of wholesomeness-

ThadxNxUzi: Uzi will die here from the overwhelming wholesomeness... oh bonus if its just a 4s polycule of ThadxNxUzixV i mean i know im pushing my luck but.... random crackships go brr- V and Uzi will complain but love their dumbass golden puppy partners-

ThadxUzi: i think they could have been close and Thad caring about her as a childhood friend turned crush sounds just too cute for me 😔

LizzyxUzi: another random ass rivals to lovers or some shit idk what this is, Lizzy would pay Uzi to kiss the fuck out of her i dont make the rules-

ThadxLizzy: in some cases where they are NOT headcanoned as siblings or cousins, i think they have a good energy of wholesome jock bf and girly queen cheerleader lol, Thad is just a good bf eitherway-

DollxUzixLizzy: the gals would not leave a single second of silence for the small gremlin i swear to God- [Uzi is gay as FUCK for her gfs, absolute girloser unit with her gorgeous but crazy gfs]

okay for the end i have some characters that arent ships but i wish they could have become closer as friends or work out their issues...

J and N- too much abuse and toxicity here, i wish they could talk together more and see they have a lot of things in common- maybe a full line of dialogue from J without threatning N in every sense of the manner would be nice for a change =_=

Doll and V- again, a bit morally ambiguous to ship a character with the murderer of your family, esp when said murderer hasnt expressed regret lmao, but i wish they could at least be friends... Dolls disdain for the murder drones pushed her to end up the way she did. maybe if she didnt do it alone she would have been alive by now. so i like to think what would have happened if she and V could have made up- not necessarily Doll forgiving her- but at least having the space to grow and understand why they did they things that happened.

Cyn and literally ANYONE- i want the solver to be SEPARATE from Cyn- i wish Cyn would have still existed somewhere down there and was savable- i wish this poor child AI had a happy ending to her by connecting with the others as ACTUAL siblings... goddamnit 😔

aaaand thats it for this fine ass day 🫡 yall are welcome to ask about any of these- boy the tags are gonna be.... a lot.

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firemenenthusiast · 10 months ago

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the tag is so cute but lmk if this works cs the post is still up 💔

https://x.com/SexualLoverz/status/1778850070810542313

basicalky tho shes riding his face while hes cuffed n all, i can go into more detail if it doesnt work js lmk x

shout out to stacie for the request ! (and for waiting for a damn long time for me to write, im sorry 😭)

—“influence”

sub!kai x reader

summary: based on the link above (account got suspended btw), kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac who’s NOT a good person 🤯

warnings: 18+, smut, p link, sub!kai, no actual penetration, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, name calling (bitch & slut) 😢, cumming in pants, restraints (m! receiving)

a/n: guess who’s back LMAOOO guys uni is no joke im getting my ass beat

hate’s maybe too strong of a word to describe your dislike towards zac but everything he does pisses you off. it’s like theres physically a bad bone in his body navigating him in making stupid and evil decisions. like telling kai to stop others from taking the blue, resulting in chaos on the ship since richard’s no longer here to keep things in line. he was also the one who thought it was a good idea to have a party, celebrating god knows what, eating and wasting every resources you guys had on the ship.

he was also the reason the ship’s data room got destroyed and everyone had to clean up after him. the ship’s up and running again now, thanks to christopher. but the reason you hate zac is because he’s such a bad influence to kai. you couldn’t blame kai for the things he’d done, he wouldn’t have done them if it wasn’t because zac told him to.

maybe he just felt like that was his calling, like he had a purpose on that ship, leading him to do everything zac told him to eventho they’re stupid. in reality he’s more than that, he’s actually really smart, and good with electricals. he’s also really nice to you, it’s just that he tends to do the stupid things zac tells him to do because he thinks he’s not good enough. he needs to feel like he’s important, which is why he never wanna leave your side. you make him feel special, and needed. between that and the lack of blue in his system, he had grown to be really clingy with you. and his needs, his certain needs, now washing over him like a big perpetual confusing wave

you hear his stalking steps behind, following you through the ominous hall connecting the working quarters to your dorms. he’s been after your back all day, and now he’s even sniffing the trail of scent you left behind. “you smell good” he starts, throwing his head back while dragging his hands down his face. he is getting ridiculous. now he’s sniffing you around like an animal ? “did you shampoo ?” he continues, making you halt your steps for a moment to take his dumb words in before continuing to walk. shaking your head in disbelief that you’re responding to his question, “they sent me the new ones to sample so yeah, earlier” you explain, telling him about the new shampoo they’ve formulated, experimenting with improved ingredients from the lab. “can you stop for a moment ? where are you going anyways ?” he hasten his steps behind you, pondering on how are you walking so fast. before you know it he manages to quickly grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. now that you’re forced to stop, you turn and raise your chin to look at him, who’s grinning.

“i need to report back to them, kai”

“what ? like now ?”

“yes, now”

“they can wait”

moving the strand of hair out of your face, you sigh at him. looking up at him through your lashes, your face clearly unamused. “no kai, unlike you who clearly has nothing better to do they’re actually working and contributing to the ship” you squint your eyes as you say that, making him take a step back to scoff at you. if only he could channel this newfound energy or hormones on something else, he would’ve actually made a difference. like maybe fixing and updating your database thats turning obsolete from how ancient it is, or come out with a new security system. that would’ve made you drool over him, even reward with after a hard day of doing men’s job. instead, he’s been chasing you around the ship all day since yesterday, snooping up your ass, waiting as you do chores hoping to get in your pants. like you said, it’s the lack of blue

you gesture your hand around signalling that you’re done here if he doesn’t have anything else to say, too tired of him to even roll your eyes. he’s frustrated to say the least, confused with his own neediness, struggling to navigate the feelings. he could’ve just gone to any other girls on the ship, they’ll gladly let him into their dorms but he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want them. what the both of you have is something sacred to him that he refuses to jeopardise. even so, you’re starting to give him blue balls, he’s wondering how can you be so composed, as you’ve also stopped taking the blue while he’s sweating and fidgeting. “go find something useful to do kai, leave me alone”. it’s not like you’re mad at him, but it hasn’t been long since the last time you gave in because of his pleas.

“why are you being such a bitch ? zac’s right, girls are fucking difficult” kai’s towering over you, letting go of your hands. he almost gave up when you start walking away before he continues his petty tantrum. “you act like you’re sooo important, always doing this and that, acting like you don’t want me” you’ve turned your heels away from him long ago, ignoring his silly words that are far from insults. you were about to block his voice out of your hearing before you hear him, “walk away all you want but we both know you were begging for my cock like a slut” you’re lucky the hallways empty or else anyone could’ve heard him easily. his last words flicked a switch inside your head, making you turn around to quickly stomp towards him. he can’t be serious.

he could’ve accepted and just walk away like a man but decided to act like a bitch instead, whining around that you wouldn’t let him get his dick wet. you reach over for his shirt, pulling him by fisting the fabric on his chest, your bodies almost colliding. you can feel his warm breath fanning over you as he falls quiet and his face drops. “you’re so fucked, kai” you say as you start dragging him by his shirt, walking across the hallway before taking a turn towards his dorm. he struggles to follow your steps with you pulling him forward, forcing him to bend a little. he almost trips over multiple times on the ship’s floor. as you stop in front of his dorm, you push him forward, he almost stumble over his feet. “unlock it” you order him, to which he quietly obeys, pressing his code into the lock display.

you push him inside quickly before locking the door behind you to avoid anyone noticing. after making sure it’s just the both of you, you step forward, making him step back before his heels hit the side of his bed in the small compound. he’s forced to sit as you settle between his legs, his head tilted upwards to look at you, too scared to look away. “im so tired of you running your mouth,” you begin, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb over his clear skin. he’s starting to regret the things he said to you, nervous anticipating what’s going to happen now that he’s pissed you off. “do you think you’re better than me ?” you ask him softly, waiting for his answer patiently as you can clearly see him keeping in his answer, his eyes trailing somewhere else. moving your fingers over his lips, you play with them, gently pulling at the bottom one. you smile at him.

“so you do think you’re better ?” before he could give you any response, you thrust your index and middle finger pass his lips, pushing down on his tongue. “you’re pretty, kai,” you say, as you thrust your fingers further. “but sometimes you can be such a bitch” your fingers are now slotted snug against his tongue, he struggles to keep himself from gagging as his eyes are becoming glossy, small tears pooling at the corners. he shuts his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he tries to make out something but they’re mumbled because of your fingers. you coo at him before retracting them and cupping his cheek. he’s short of breath yet wastes no time, “m’sorry” you shake your head, giving him a look before firmly tapping his cheeks with your saliva covered fingers. traces of spit sticks onto his face as you push him down by his head, his hand grabbing at your wrist.

you quickly push your pants down with your free hand before quickly getting on top of him on the bed. he’s starting to smirk from seeing you sitting pant-less on him, thinking that you still gave in after all. he raises his hands to place them on your waist, before even starting to rub at your exposed thighs. you smile at him as you take his hands, guiding and placing them on your covered tits, earning a soft small moan from him. he’s happily kneading at the soft flesh as you reach over beside the bed, where there are drawers. you pull out one of them to fish out something before placing it over his hands, zip tying them together swiftly.

he was too caught up in the feeling, eyes closed and all to notice what you’re doing. he looks as if he’s panicking, trying to break the zip tie off but the friction’s hurting his wrists. “fuck- i said i was sorry ?” he lets out, his bent knees moving around and hitting the wall. you let out a sigh looking at him, as he returns a wide eyed look at you, hoping for you to take the zip tie off. “please baby ?” he tries again, before you move over him, your knees settling on each side of his head, your pussy hovering right above his face. “don’t baby me”.

you couldn’t be bothered to look at him as you run your hands through his tight curls, tugging slightly at the roots before settling all of your weight on his face, his mouth open to take your pussy. just as he flattens his tongue to lap up your juices he lets out a hummed moan, the vibration sending chills down your spine. you tighten your grab on his roots, making him hum, his tied hands behind you flailing around, tortured that he doesn’t get to feel you. one thing kai is if he’s not anything else is he’s a pussy eater, and he can so it for hours. he gets off from eating pussy, and does it like nobody’s business. but you’ve never sat on his face, though he’s begged you to before. you weren’t comfortable with the thought but you know this will shut him up.

he continues his laps against your pussy as his tongue licks at the sensitive nub, before gently sucking on it, making you whine loudly. you quickly snap out of the feeling to control your loudness, with the compound walls being thin as ever and people outside that might hear. kai doesn’t have to worry about his sounds as they’re all muffled by your pussy, so he’s moaning and whining against your folds each time his tastebud indulges your taste. his cock’s hard in his pants, begging to be let out and touched. so kai settles for the next best thing he could get right now, his tied hands cupping over his hard on and rubbing across the bulging length.

the friction of the fabric of his pants against his cock makes him feel good, he’s moaning as his hand rubs over his sensitive tip yet nothing compares to sinking inside your warm pussy. if you give him a chance right now he’s willing to kneel before you and beg for you to let him fuck, he’ll promise to do all the work while you just lay down and be a pillow princess. unfortunately his mouth is covered and pressed down against your pussy. not that he’s complaining, he gets to suck and lap the juices off your folds.

you’ve had enough of him having fun so you start grinding down, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his mouth and his nose. all you can see now is his eyes, glossy with long lashes staring back at you, his eyelid heavy from the pleasure. he’s moaning uncontrollably underneath you now that you’re grinding against his face, your clit nudging at his nose making you moan, your fingers tugging down at his roots. his hands are cupping his hard on, obvious bulge poking through his pants. his bent knees are flailing around from the pleasure, his hips bucking up into thin air, not quite enough to turn the restraint on his cock into pain. his waist hovers over the bed, as he speeds up his lapping against your folds. all while he’s tortured by the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, he’s overwhelmed by the sweet taste of your pussy and scent pushing down against his face. you let out a whine as you feel his lips sucking at your hole, slurping up the wetness leaking out with his tongue before fucking your hole with it.

he’s now fucking you with his tongue, sending you waves after waves of pleasure that’ll eventually come down sooner or later. “mnmgh, fu- so good kai” your praise fills him with more excitement to please you, as his slurping on your sex makes loud noises in the compound. “fuck, kai- you-you’re gonna be good after this ?” your question comes out staggered and whiny, the pleasure invading your words. he nods against your pussy, his nose nudging against your sensitive nub. “mmnhgh- oh my god, f- you’re gonna stop calling girls with that word ?” he nods rapidly, the repeated nudges of his nose making you twitch. the knot in your lower belly tightening as you pin his head down by his hair, before grinding harder against his face. you could feel his plump lips sucking on your clit. arching your back from the pleasure before looking down, you see his brown eyes already set on you, looking away just to watch your body move and writhe on top of him.

“oh my god- kai, fuck- gonna cum” you’re now borderline bouncing on his face, your hips twitching as you chase your high. he knows that you’re about to cum as he speeds up his tongue fucking into your hole. “gonna give you my cum” you hear him let out a muffled sound, as you’re busy chasing your orgasm. his hands are rubbing and squeezing down on his covered length, trying to calm the blood rushing that’s making him rock hard. you let out your final whine before moaning hard, your hips halting its movements against his face as your orgasm washes down, and you’re cumming on his mouth.

you begin to raise your hips to hover over his mouth as you immediately hear him moan, his tied hands tugging at the back of your shirt. “fuck!” curses flow out of his lips as soon as he gets to speak. his hips are bucking hard because of his twitching thighs. your breasts are heaving, trying to catch your breath and settle down. you turn your upper body to look behind you to notice the small beads of white seeping through his pants, and the bulge poking through it twitching around. your eyes go wide at the view of him cumming untouched in his pants before turning back to look at him who’s smiling at you, his eyelids droopy from being pussy drunk.

his smile is crooked and he’s seconds away from passing out. you cup your hands over your mouth for a moment before leaning down to gently kiss him, your fingers running slowly through his curls to massage his scalp. you reach again into the drawers to find a scissor, before turning behind to release his hands. he immediately reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, before you pull them away to slowly rub at his wrists. “mmhm” your gentle touch offers him some relief, making him hum in contentment. the traces of the zip tie leaving red marks as your fingers smooth over the skin.

you tsk at the obvious imprint of the restraint on his wrists, which are probably hurting like hell yet he’s too awestruck to complain. you’re still on top of him, sitting on his steady chest as he just lets you inspect his hands, too worn out to even do anything. “i love you” he mumbles out. you take his hands and place them together against your chest before leaning down again to kiss his lips. he gently returns the kiss before letting you kiss all up his cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. “promise to be good, kai” his glossy eyes search into yours as his hands roam across your waist.

“maybe”

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rina-teatia · 6 months ago

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Stockings, panties, skirt and heels (18+)

Summary: Everything that Gojo put on exited Getou. As usual, two idiots can't get laid in any way, but smart women save them (they are really idiots but thats funny).

Characters: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko

Tags: Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Foot Fetish, Stockings, Student Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Student Ieiri Shoko, Fluff and Humor, Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs

Notes: hi guys! my name is Rina Tea-Tia and English is not my native language. However, I really want to make friends with you and I have a lot of work on jujutsu kaisen so I hope we get along 🥺 pleeeeeeease i just want friends in fandom 😭😭😭

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“Holy shit! How do you wear this?!” Gojo stood on the balcony of the student dormitory of the magic college and concentrated on stretching thin tiny women's panties in different directions.

“It's fine, you idiot!”

“Ouch!!!”

Shoko threw a comb at his head, causing the panties to fall out of his crooked hands. Gojo rubbed the back of his head, nonetheless looking at her with a smile as he fixed his glasses that had slipped down on the tip of his nose.

“We don't need to put stupid gyoniku sausage! That's why they're so small. Give it here.”

Shoko was laying out her clothes after drying, and Gojo came into her room to get under her skin. However, he obediently picked up the underwear and returned them to Shoko. Probably, another girl would have been ashamed to sort through underwear in front of a friend of the opposite sex, but Shoko didn't care at all. She had already taken away some bras from Gojo, which that jerk was trying on instead of his glasses. Asshole. “You'd better go to Getou. You have nothing to do.”

“To Getou?” Gojo repeated, idly searching for gold in his ear with his little finger. “I see him every day anyway. It's more interesting here. Oh, and what is this? Tights?”

Shoko turned to look sourly at Gojo. He had pulled off the nylon stockings from the clothesline and was now stretching them in all directions.

“Fuck, Satoru, these are stockings! Give them give back! You'll tear them up!” This time the white-haired boy was hit with deodorant. Gojo didn't let himself get caught off guard again, using his technique just in time, and the deodorant froze in mid-air a few centimeters away from him before falling.

“Haha, I'm sorry. So, these are stockings? They’re so… tight. Don’t your legs hurt in them? It must be very tight.” Gojo innocently fluttered his eyelashes and returned the stockings. Shoko rolled her eyes, took her piece of clothing away from him and began to fold it carefully.

“They don't hurt me at all. Nylon stretches well and is barely felt on the skin. These are not compression stockings.” The girl herself went out on the balcony and collected the rest of her things from there so that Gojo's playful hands would not get to them. He sat down on a chair in her room with his legs spread and his arms outstretched.

“Really? Come on! How is this possible?! Is nylon some kind of material for shamans? Is it using the territory expansion technique?!”

Shoko made a face that looked like a statue from Easter Island. Sometimes Gojo amazed her with his natural idiocy beyond measure, and being in the same room with him for more than fifteen minutes became a torture. And how did Getou tolerate him on a regular basis?! Moreover, how did Gojo manage to be one of the best college students if he had brains like a shrimp?!

“Oh Gods… Well, if you want, put them on yourself. Then tell me what's so tight about them.” Shoko rubbed the bridge of her nose. These words were not an invitation, but rather another mockery, but Gojo suddenly found himself near her underwear organizer.

“Really? Thanks!” He pulled out the stockings with lightning speed and returned to the chair. Shoko only saw him begin to unbutton his pants before she turned away.

“Fuck, Gojo! It wasn't an offer! You’re a complete idiot!

“Look, have I’ve already put on one… stocking? Is it the right word?

“Are you with your pants down?!”

“Of course! They're stockings. How do I put them on with my pants?!”

“I don't want to see your underwear!”

“But if I put on my pants, you won't see the stockings on me!”

“Satoru, for fuck's sake, Gojo, darn you,” Shoko sidled over to her closet and groped for one of the skirts. The soft cloth flew to the side where Gojo was supposedly sitting, and he deftly caught it.

“Thank you!” He rustled his clothes for a couple of minutes. “It's done! That's it, you can take a look.”

Shoko turned around and immediately doubled over with laughter. Gojo looked surprisingly natural — they wore the same uniform, and in general, the combination of a women's skirt and a men's Gojo's blouse looked as if it had been intended. The stockings were black, they gracefully darkened Gojo's legs, making them even thinner and longer than they already were. By the way, his legs were extraordinary long, not crooked, almost not hairy, with a chiseled curve of the calves and fragile ankles. What a model indeed.

“What's so funny?” Gojo was grinning stupidly, his hands on his hips. “You know, you're right! In general, nothing is tight. Only a little bit in the hips, but these are stockings, not tights, so it's kinds fine. If it were tights, I think I would have died when they squeezed my balls!

“Ha-ha-ha, what the hell, Gojo!” Shoko continued to laugh. “You should try heels with these on! You look like a balding Mei Mei!”

“Really?” Gojo laughed as well. He opened the door of Shoko's closet to admire himself in the mirror. “I think we have the same foot size”

Shoko, choking with laughter, pointed to the corner of the room. There stood really beautiful high-heeled shoes. Gojo put them on and tried to walk amid both’s laughter, but almost fell right on Shoko, and she caught him by the arms.

“What's going on here? Your roaring is heard from... — Getou knocked on the door and entered the room. He froze in mid-sentence when he saw this picture: Shoko on the bed holding Gojo standing on high-heels, wearing stockings and a skirt. Both of the merrymakers burst out laughing again, while Getou looked at them in complete awe.

“Getou... fuck, Getou...” Shoko moaned between fits of laughter and waved her hands “This is not what you thought!”

“Does it suit me, Suguru?!” Gojo somehow straightened up, trying to get into a sexy pose, but he looked like a locust.

Getou looked at them both for a couple of minutes with an unreadable expression on his face. Gojo giggled, and Shoko narrowed her eyes: Getou was clearly embarrassed, his light, slightly yellowish face became a couple of shades closer to red.

“Idiots,” Getou finally told them, quickly leaving the room and slamming the door.

“Suguru! Stop!” Gojo howled, falling off his heels in another burst of laughter.

Shoko narrowed her eyes again, but didn't say anything. She thought about something, but decided not to voice her suspicions yet.

***

A little over a week has passed since that incident. Shoko smoked slowly, listlessly twirling a short strand of hair on her finger. She watched her two friends practice. She had some small suspicions about Getou, and she was still thinking about how to confirm them.

The guys had been more than just friends for a long time. They both understood that. They even confessed to each other to some extent, but it was still as if something was missing, they were shy about it and preferred to behave as usual. Or maybe it was only Getou who thought so, and Gojo was just being stupid. This six-eyed dummy was capable of intelligent thoughts only during combat, but not in interpersonal relationships. It was partly true. Shoko knew Gojo well and he sometimes cried to her about Getou's cold attitude. Gojo was sure that he was the victim of unrequited sympathy. In general, everything was difficult. Shoko hated to get involved in this, but if it wasn't for her powers of observation, they would have continued to wallow helplessly in their pile of emotional shit like blind kittens. But they had eight eyes for two!

After lunch, she stole Gojo for a conversation. Getou went to take a shower, and it was a great opportunity to talk privately.

“Suguru likes legs. Legs in stockings.” Shoko said from the doorway, lighting another cigarette. She and Gojo were walking around the college grounds.

“What?” He bowed his head in a disbelief.” What kind of legs?!

“Ordinary fucking legs. Human legs.” Shoko rolled her eyes.

“Well… good for him. And where did that information come from?” Gojo grimaced.

“He has a second Twitter profile that he thinks no one knows about. He likes all kinds of foot fetish shit from it.” She chuckled. “He didn't even close the account. And only the main Getou profile is subscribed to it.”

“Shoko... why do I need to know that?” Gojo clearly became more gloomy, he kicked one of the stones on the road. “No one wants to know what his friends are jerking off to!”

Shoko rolled her eyes even more actively.

“He's jerking off on you, Gojo. On your legs, you stupid crustacean.”

“What makes you think that?!”

“Satoru, he liked it when you put on my stockings, skirt and heels!”

“Did he?!”

“Of course not, he was just looking at you for three minutes and blushing for nothing!”

“You're lying!”

“Like I have nothing else to do! Check it yourself, if you don't believe me! “Shoko threw her skirt at him, which she didn't have time to change into after training, and then left.”

***

Getou just wanted simple peace of mind, maybe life in the forest, so that no one would touch him. However, this wasn’t possible when your friend was Gojo Satoru. Getou made himself a cup of tea and sat on the floor in a traditional pose to relax a little when the door to his room was abruptly pushed open. Gojo was standing in the doorway. In a skirt. In stockings. And, damn, on heels.

“Ha, Suguru-kun! It's me, Shoko-chan! I think my stockings are torn from behind… Can you take a look?” Gojo howled in a squeaky voice, and then walked over to Getou, who was just stunned. He was staring up at Satoru, dumbfounded. His face was flushed.

”The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Suguru—kun, come on, help me!” Gojo continued to whine. He arched gracefully at the waist, slightly lifting the skirt so that Getou got a full view of what was under, not that he wanted to, though. There was indeed a small tear on one of the stockings, extending downwards with pulled-out nylon fibers. Getou grimaced and pushed his friend's ass away from him.

“Listen, I do not know how to help you. I advise you to start with a psychiatrist.” He had to continue pushing Gojo’s ass away as he immediately tried to shove it back in Getou’s face, threatening to sit on it.

“Wa-a-a! Suguru-kun baka!” Gojo finished his attack and eventually turned around, looking at Getou with displeasure from under his glasses. He spoke normally.” Actually… I just want to check something out. Relax.”

“What? …” Getou blushed even more, awkwardly crawling back until he was stopped by the toe of a delicate shoe pressing on his groin. From this, Suguru choked on air and gasped hoarsely.

“Really?! You’re hard already…” Gojo looked genuinely surprised.

“Wh-what?! No! Satoru!” Getou felt like he was drowning in a swamp, with every jerk he got more and more bogged down and could not do anything, he fell deeper into the very essence of his preferences, secret desires and fetishes, which Gojo somehow mysteriously revealed.

Meanwhile, he took off his glasses and put them on the table. Now big blue eyes full of tenderness were looking at Getou, glowing in the semi-darkness of the room.

“Suguru...” He moved closer and pressed Getou's head against his thigh, covered with a skirt’s fabric. “Just relax. I can do anything for you. That's why I'm here... looking like this.”

“How the hell did you even know ...” Getou felt a terrible mixture of seething feelings. It was difficult for him to resist Gojo. In this form.

“I know a lot of things.” Gojo chuckled. He brazenly lied, deciding to keep silent about Shoko's role in this study.

Getou carefully hugged his slender legs with both hands, stroking their curves, slightly pulling off the nylon with his fingers. Gojo was warm, and Getou's breathing was getting faster and faster. Gojo's legs were just... something. Luxurious, perfect. He lowered his head lower to bury his nose between the guy's thighs, which he immediately pushed together like a shy girl.

“I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid to scare you,” Getou admitted, lightly squeezing the soft part of Gojo's thighs before lowering his hands down. With a careful movement, he took off the shoe that was pressing on his groin. God… Gojo's legs were indeed perfection itself. The stockings clung tightly to a neat foot, emphasizing the protruding bones and the smooth curve of the ankle. A thicker black cloth hid the toes. Getou bit his lip, his pupils dilated with delight.

“You... you really don't mind what's going to happen? This is... not quite typical. But I can try to make it nice for you as well.” Getou raised his head to look adoringly at Gojo. He nodded quickly.

“Don't ask, Suguru! I've already said that I want this!” To be honest, he got turned on himself. Getou was sitting with his head right next to his groin, looking up at him… Gojo couldn't believe what was happening.

“Then… Let's take off the heels first. They look great on you, but I bet you're already tired of standing on them.” Getou chuckled, helping to get rid of the second shoe as well. Then he unzipped his fly and lowered his underwear. Gojo's foot went back to his groin, this time the toes gently caressed the erect length. Geto groaned, clutching at the guy's hips. “Damn, you... how did you know that…”

“You want me to jerk you off with my feet?” Gojo smiled. He understood. And once again he ran his foot down Getou’s penis, slightly squeezing it with his toes, as far as the nylon fabric would allow.

“I am!.. Fuck, Satoru... don't say it like that!” Getou groaned again, his fingers gripping the edges of Gojo's skirt. “I mean… Please…”

“I'll do it for you.” He nodded. He gently wrapped his arms around Geto's shoulders, playing with his dick with his feet. He alternated between them, making the guy below shudder and squirm. Getoг did not remain in debt for long, he indecently lifted Gojo's skirt and quickly pulled off his underwear.

“Kya-ya, Suguru-kun!” He screamed again like an anime girl. Getou's eyes widened.

“You… Are you also wearing women's underwear?!” He looked up at Gojo with a dumbfounded look.

“Please don't tell Shoko...” he giggled. “She only allowed me to take a skirt.… The rest… I had to get it. She's going to kill me!

“You're just... something.” Getou exhaled. Thin girlish panties didn't cover Gojo's erection in the slightest, and he tried to shove his cock upward, but it was obvious how uncomfortable it was. His scrotum dangled to one side and without support it didn't feel secure either. Getou felt like the dirtiest pervert in the world as he pulled Gojo's woman's panties down over his stockinged thighs and got under his skirt like in a tent. He began sucking, paying particular attention to his balls. Gojo twitched and moved closer. He was trying hard too, kneading and pressing lightly on Getou's cock, from which the pre-ejaculate was flowing generously. The socks of his stockings caught the drops and rubbed them higher, the stiff nylon was getting wet and painful, especially when Gojo started to play with the head. Getou kept up with him and took the other man's cock in his mouth, choking on it every time Gojo got particularly rough with it. His mouth was filling with saliva all too quickly. Getou thrust himself more roughly, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks and saliva from the corners of his lips, the tight fabric of the skirt and Gojo's gorgeous thighs were surrounding him, he felt like the happiest man in the world, not thinking about anything.

Gojo could barely keep from cumming, the blowjob from Getou was wet, he already felt saliva on his thighs, and soon on his feet — Getou came first right on them, unable to hold on any longer. Gojo rubbed his cum over his stockings and went over the entire length of the other’s penis again. They both puffed and moaned, clinging to each other: Getou grabbed Gojo by the hips and skirt edges, and Gojo grabbed his shoulders and hair. Satoru's orgasm was also approaching, he pulled Getou away from his groin, but, not calculating the speed of his discharge, accidentally poured out on his face.

“Ah... damn it… I'm sorry...” Gojo widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect it, but the sight of Getou wiping his cum off his face was mesmerizing.

“Don't apologize...” Geto was clearly delighted. “To take a cumshot on my face when you look like this… It's something.” He pulled Gojo by the hand and sat him down beside himself. “You're amazing.”

They kissed, reaching for that kiss at the same time.

Shoko was sitting in her room smoking. There were aahs, oohs, sighs, juicy wet slaps and the creaking of the bed from behind the wall.

«Having fun, these perverts… God, it's hard to work as a matchmaker. They'll keep me up all night after stealing half of my closet.» — she thought, sighing and throwing the cigarette into the ashtray. «Satoru, you're going to buy me new clothes. I won’t wear panties, skirt and stockings that both of you have finished off on.»

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