#would be a shame if anything bad happened lol
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Winning Big and Celebrating Even Bigger.
#lawrence*#ts4 simblr#the sims 4#my gameplay#ts4#my sims#ts4 screenshots#ts4 gameplay#showusyoursims#ts4 legacy#sims 4#sims 4 story#the sims4#my game screenshots#my simblr#simblr#ts4 community#sims 4 community#sims 4 couple poses#sims 4 couples#sims 4 content#i just love them#would be a shame if anything bad happened lol
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my opinion on the Blake lively situation
#okay so I never HATED Blake lively#but I did have a feeling about her#so Iâd always like purposely not interact or view any interview or anything of hers that came up on my feed#I DONâT like Ryan Reynolds and never have#I just find him a try hard and annoying#and I did not like the couple of Blake and Ryan#they just seemed soooo pick me#so yeah I tried to just ignore the whole downfall of Blake lively thatâs been happening#bc sometimes I just donât care to comment or learn about celeb drama#BUTTTT ofc i got sucked into it#and not Blake tryna have a Margot Robbie in Barbie moment đđ#âbring your girlfriends and wear florals!1!1â GIRL MARGOT NEVER TOLD ANYONE TO WEAR PINK TO BARBIE IT WAS A NATURAL THING#not to mention I didnât even realise this movie was about domestic violence as Iâve never read the book#and it was NOT being marketed as one thanks to Blake and Ryan#also why did Ryan have to get involve#ALSO this morning I saw the interview from 2016 where Blake is being rude to the interview#and oh my god itâs awful like SHE FIRSTLY FAT SHAMES HER OFF THE BAT NO HESITATION#then proceeds to ignore the poor interviewer#like doesnât give her eye contact AT ALL#which I felt so bad for the interview bc Iâve BEEN THERE#this is why Iâd hate to be a celeb interview bc imagine getting treated like a third rate individual by these big headed LOSERS who think#theyâre better than you just bc theyâre famous#I could NOT#anyways also Blake tried to have a whole feminist moment when the interviewer asked her about the clothes she wears in the movie#âwould anyone ask the men about the clothesâ#UM BITCH YES??? COSTUMES??? IN FILM?? IS A THING ???#also can I just say Blake has always had the worst hair ever and the fact she has a hair care line is insane bc SHE IS KNOWN TO HAVE BAD HAI#and I never thought her fashion was good like even when people were simping over her met gala outfits I NEVER EVER SAW THE VISION#anyways yeah lol#the interviewer thing triggered me lowkey like HOW RUDEEEE
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#well. today was a nice day of not doing anything but drawing really. theres an au where i went to art school and am a happier person lol#except not really bc im sure my head would ruin that too. anyway. its a shame i have to return to the pain tomorrow. i have so much to grade#plus a paper to write plus data to work with. a protocol to figure out. and an exam to study for and a final project thatll kill me#god. i also have to get ready for lab Monday. christ. and what shall i say to my therapist Tuesday? well we could try to tackle the deep set#looming issue that prevents me from getting better in our tiny 50min session or i could be like listen. just fucking listen. let me give u#the case 4 and against me having adhd so i can stop feeling fucking nuts. just like give me feedback. ya kno?#it would b inattentive bc im not hyper unless im losing my mind and bordering on hyp0mania. but my focus is something i cant control#executive functioning has always been a problem but now im so worn down im in danger of actual consequences. and its not just things i dont#wanna do. im not just anxiously avoiding. i cant start tasks and stick with them. i flip back and forth and get nothing done. i spiral#sometimes for hours. im not doing anything fun im just not doing anything. frozen in anguish. i dont even wanna think abt how much money ive#lost by not filling out reimbursement sheets which arent hard to do. theyre easy i just never do them. why??? i dont fucking kno. but im not#forgetful. im thinking constantly abt these things. i just cant make them happen. theyre stuck buffering. i do have memory issues tho#my short term working memory is like that of a literal child. so i cant follow complex instructions. i constantly need new info. constantly#need sound. spoken words plus music at the same time. but the main reason i need an answer to this is the reading issue. which is that im#dyslexic but also my thoughts r like an interfering frequency. without realizing ill b thinking and not reading. its a problem no matter#what im reading. its severely disruptive. i will physically read out loud to try to hold my attention in place and still get distracted by#my own head. do u kno how frustrating it is to read something aloud 3 times and not know wtf u just read bc u arent thinking abt anything#interesting u would rsther b reading but u can't fucking pay attention long enough. genuinely if its not adhd and i cant get medication to#fix my focus issues i dont kno wtf im gonna do. im so bad at reading and its extremely frustrating. but is it just dyslexia? idk what i#described doesn't fucking seem normal or like a reading problem. sounds like a focus issue. so riddle me that#idk ive got adhd on both sides of my family plus my focus fluctuates with ny hormones plus homones possibly induce hyp0mania. like i mean#ive got other issues which make a diagnosis difficult to parse but like i feel like that's decent evidence for possibly adhd? my friend said#she was always worried she had a brain tumor before she was diagnosed. to me ive always felt like my brain is full of holes. im missing the#parts that would let it operate correctly. the frontal lobe is just fucked. ugh. i wonder how much accommodation i could get from the#disability office if i actually went to them. i wont bc im fucked up and i dont think they could actually do anything for me at this stage#but alas im curious. ugh. y do i do this to myself? i kno y but not enough time for that in 50min. bad attitude mostly. half my brain#just craves death. the other half is just trying to tread water but its hard with someone trying to drown u. so its all fucked#unrelated
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I super recommend Colleen Christensen for more info on eating without food rules and eating intuitively!
Her videos are helping me unravel a lot of issues I have struggled with regarding food!
Just the simple act of not shaming yourself for craving and or eating specific foods can be so powerful and beneficial to your life/mental health (which in turn affects all of your health)
"craving a food means your body needs something that food can offer" now what the fuck does my body need with an ice cream
#also if youâre craving salty foods or straight up salt#you need salt#lol I love how straightforward that one is#that said this does actually depend on how you grew up and the food youâre used to because your body is craving things based on#the prior experiences it had getting said nutrient#like my grandma would make me a banana milkshake when I didnât feel too good#I have multiple chronic illnesses and what not#well the other day I had an insanely bad migraine#and I was having like insane muscle cramps and pain#and my friend just so happened to make me a banana milkshake#and the migraine was damn near cured because I was like critically low on potassium#I then downed like 2 more bananas after that#I didnât think about it at first but I absolutely had been craving a bana milkshake the entire day prior#ur body learns what gives it the things it needs which is why variety itâs important to an intuitive diet#I think I might start a little journal with my cravings and what they might mean my body needs#right now Iâm craving natto and chocolate (not together#those are just the two things that sound really good right now#oh also sometimes I think a craving can be for a texture of a food especially for autistic peeps#sensory seeking#thereâs this caramel bar that little Debbie makes#and Iâm literally not allowed to be near them#not because âsweets are bad or anything but because itâs the exact type of chewy that I crave#Iâve eaten two entire boxes in one sitting#despite the fact that I ar some point very distinctly stopped liking the taste/stopped wanting to eat it#but itâs the only thing I know that gives me that specific sensory input#so I try to avoid them or only have them once and a while#eating intuitively isnât always âwhat my body wants it getsâ#you do have to look at stuff logically too but just donât shame your body for wanting something#if you go âwow Iâm craving ice creamâ and shame yourself for it you associate a very legit craving with guilt and restriction#but on the flip side if you go âwow Iâm craving ice creamâ and eat the entire carton then your body isnât going to have room
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felt bad for rejecting a friend of a friend i met a couple weeks ago. sike! hes had a gf đ„°đ„°đ„°
#he posted a pic with her and i was like wow new gf is getting posted already??? only been like a week right#nope!!! it's been a couple months actually#and here i was feeling bad bc i accidentally ignored him when he asked me to sit with him#mannnn good thing i got distracted before i sat#it was a small space so we would have been a lil touchy for sure#like. ik it's not my fault if i don't know about a gf. but i still feel guilty and gross if i do anything with a guy that has a gf#i would never knowingly let someone cheat buuuuut it's happened to me before without my knowledge#hate when it happens#he seemed like such a sweet guy too. that's why i felt bad for rejecting him lol#like awwww i didn't give the kind sweetheart a chance. didn't even kiss him when i could have#and now it's like. yayyyyyy i could have kissed him and i didn't!!!! he has a gf!!!! đ„°đ„°đ„°#men are sooooo nasty it's a shame#yk how sometimes men are like. i can't talk to women anymore bc they'll accuse me of sa?#that's me but I'm not gonna talk to men anymore in case they have secret gfs that they're trying to cheat on#i think mine is more reasonable tho#Sera
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small gender accomplishment today: went out in public near where i live wearing shorts for the first time in probably like ten years :D
#my family shamed me so much when i was a teen and didn't shave my legs as often as they thought i should#and like its definitely a mental block i've had for a while so doing this with the off chance i run into someone i know#is like a biggish step for me#i did wear shorts one time when i was in new york but didn't have the same angst factor as this does lol#but now that i've done it and nothing bad happened i can keep doing it :)#looking back though... hmm like i was genuinely surprised when my mom and sister were both surprised when i came out to them#cos i could have sworn like two thirds of my life has been them anxiously trying to steer me away#from anything that questioned their ideas of woman#or like got too close to me being too masc... like i remember once before i Realized saying to my mom#that i thought i made an ugly woman but would probably make a pretty man and she was like never say that again ever#which like... yeah thats probably part of why i waited so long to do anything once i did realize..#on the clock therapy journalling lol
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Would you be willing write a Remus fic about that super blue moon that is supposed to be happening?? like maybe itâs so so bad for him and he takes it all out on reader and sheâs really sensitive and you can go from there lol
thatâd be great love but itâs okay if not, thanks!! <3
thanks for the request! decided to make this with our Black!sister reader since we've been having fun with her <3
Remus Lupin x Black!reader who he takes out his Super Blue Moon frustrations on [1.6k words]
CW: Remus was being mean/rude to reader but we don't really see the angst... just the consequences of the angst, hurt/comfort, big brother Sirius having absolutely NONE of the nonsense!
âHey moons, have you seen my sister around lately?â Sirius asked nonchalantly as he entered their shared dorm room; noticing immediately the tension in Remusâ shoulders as he positioned his body away from the door.Â
âHow should I know?â Remus muttered darkly. âIâm not her keeper.â
And though Sirius had tried to be cool when he first realised his baby sister and best friend had less than platonic feelings for each other and vowed to stay out of their relationship, there were unfortunately some things that Sirius couldnât let slide.
âDid she eat all of your chocolate?â He asked calmly, causing Remus to roll his shoulders in an attempt to pacify himself.Â
âNo?â
âMâkay.â Sirius agreed as he put his school books in his trunk. âDid she throw your books into the Black lake?âÂ
âSirius.â Remus hissed warningly.
âDid she tell Snape to sneak out after curfew to the Whomping Willow one night so that he would come face to face with Moony, only for James to have to fight you off of him as Snape ran for his life? Oh, wait, that was me.â
âFuck off, Sirius.â
âNo thanks.â Sirius huffed as he closed his trunk with a thud. âWell, if she hasnât done any of those things, why are you treating her like such an arse?âÂ
âIâm not treating her like anything, Pads. Stay out of it.â Remus nearly growled as he stood abruptly from his desk and moved towards his bed.Â
âShanât.â Sirius refused, following his friend across the room. âYou chose to date my sister, you have to deal with the consequences.âÂ
âGreat bloody choice I made.â Remus muttered petulantly, yelping when a book hit him in the head.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â He hissed as he looked at Sirius who was staring him down defiantly.Â
âIf you know whatâs good for you, Rem, you will never speak about my sister like that again, got it?âÂ
Remus seemed to relent as he laid back on his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to bring his boiling anger down to a simmer.Â
âIâm the first to admit that Blackâs are not often a good bunch, but if a Black could be perfect, sheâs about as close as they would come. And I donât like seeing her this terrified.â
Remus sat up at that, narrowing his eyes at his friend in confusion. âSheâs not terrified of me.â
Sirius shrugged in disagreement. âShe tenses every time you walk into the Great Hall and canât seem to make eye contact with you, which usually only happens after a crucio or two from mummy dearest.â
Sirius watched the fight leave Remus almost immediately as he looked down at his lap in shame. âSheâsâŠsensitive, Rem. We all are, we-â Sirius cut himself off as he stared unseeingly at the stone wall behind his mates head. âWe canât handle these kinds of moods as well as some other people can; tension and anger always led to pain and punishment growing up.â
âItâs not her, Pads.â Remus whispered.Â
âI know itâs not. Somewhere deep down she might know that too butâŠâ
âI know.â Remus offered, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. âItâs thisâŠthis fucking moon, I- itâs driving me barmy.âÂ
âI understand that, but you canât take it out on her; itâs not her fault.â Sirius offered gently before retreating from the dorm to allow his friend to digest what he said; he may not like the fact that his best friend and sister found their way to each other, but he also knew that both of you deserved to be happy. If he could help you both achieve that by being supportive, well, supportive he would be.Â
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Remus felt shame course through his body as he walked through the library in search of you.Â
Between his senses being heightened this close to the moon, the additional magic at play with the super blue moon, and the fact that he knew you were a creature of habit and had a table you often frequented, it didnât take him long to find you.Â
âMind if I join you?â He asked quietly, feeling his heart crack painfully when you did, indeed, flinch at the sound of his voice and sat impossibly straighter in your chair.
âOkay.â You whispered in response, not looking away from your book as he moved to sit across the table from you, though he could tell you were no longer reading as your eyes remained glued to one spot.Â
âIâm sorry that Iâve been such an arse, Dove.â
âItâs okay.â You said quickly, still not looking at him.
âNo itâs not.â He argued softly.
He watched your jaw tighten as you repositioned yourself in your chair in obvious discomfort.Â
âItâs this moon.â You explained breezily.Â
âWhich isnât your fault, and I shouldnât be taking it out on you- dove, can you look at me? Please?âÂ
He watched your throat constrict as you stole yourself and brought your eyes up to his. They were glossy, but not like you were about to cry - glossy like you were hiding, like you were occluding.Â
He hated it; hated that you were hiding from him, hated that you felt like you had to hide from him, hated that he made you feel like you had to hide from him, hated that you even knew how to hide inside your own mind at all.Â
âDovey, look at me.â He repeated gently in hopes that youâd let the walls down, daring to reach a hand across the table in invitation.Â
He watched as your eyes flit to his hand and back up again and he tried to keep his face neutral; no pressure or force as he let you decide if you were willing to trust him.Â
You placed your hand in his, but kept your gaze pointed at your joined hands.Â
âI know better than to let my moods affect you, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.â He pressed sincerely.
You scoffed and moved your gaze to one of the rafters above you. âIâm not some delicate flower you need to tiptoe around, Remus; I can handle a bad mood.â You shot back defensively.Â
âI knowâŠâ He whispered as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
He knew you werenât a delicate flower; on the contrary, you were one of the strongest people heâd ever met.Â
You gave the entire Hufflepuff house a run for their money on who was the most loyal wix in the castle. You always looked out for your brothers, constantly playing referee, devils advocate, and a surrogate parent for the two young Black boys. You grew up making sure Sirius never acted too outlandishly or brought too much trouble onto himself, making sure Regulus wasnât completely beaten down into nothing and grew up to be a semi-decent boy, and taking the blame when you were unable to do either of those things.Â
And to top it all off, you put up with him; a foul-mouthed, poor, Welsh, anger-issue riddled boy who didnât deserve you.Â
âBaby, look at me, please.â He begged, reaching forward with his other hand so he was holding your one in between both of his.
You turned your gaze to him and it seemed to be taking everything in your power to hold his gaze.
âIâm so sorry, my love.â He whispered, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your fingers.
Your eyes tracked the movement before flitting back up to his.
You offered him a curt nod and chewed on your bottom lip. âI didnât mean to upset you.â You whispered, eyes turning glossy for a whole new reason.
Remus made a pitiful sound from the back of his throat and stood to move to the chair beside you, never relinquishing his grasp on your hand.Â
âYou didnât upset me, dove, I was just upset. And an arse; donât forget the part about me being an arse.â
You offered him a wet chuckle at that as you sniffed, returning his hold of your hand and giving it a squeeze.Â
âI hate not being able toâŠhelp, to take any of the burden off of you, to make it at all less painful for you.â
âYou do, sweetheart, you do. By being here, and being with me, and being patient even when Iâm an arse, okay?â He insisted, punctuating each reason he was grateful for you with a squeeze of your hand. âI donât deserve it but Iâm so lucky to have you.â
âYou do deserve it.â You murmured, bringing your eyes back up to his.
And he couldnât help himself, really; he had always been powerless against the pull you had on him and this time was no different as he closed the distance between the two of you to press a lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âThe point of all this,â Remus said as he broke away from you and bumped your nose with his, âis that you didnât deserve to be treated the way that I treated you this week, and I wonât let it happen again, okay?â
You gave him a sad smile and gave his nose a bump in return.
âHow mad was Sirius?â
âFuming.â Remus admitted immediately.
âDid he throw a pillow at you?â
âA book.â He corrected solemnly, earning him an astonished look from you.Â
âOhâŠyou crossed a line.â
Remus nodded abashedly. âHonestly? I think it might be harder to get him to forgive me than it was to get you to forgive me.â
Remus relished in the surprised laugh that bubbled out of you at that, and he vowed to never ever let another moon cause him to go this long without hearing it again.
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oh god is biden dropping out? i don't know what happens then
Jesus effing Christ.
Few thoughts:
The billionaire Democratic donors got their way, apparently. All I saw was that the big-dollar donors were secretly putting pressure on the rank-and-file Democratic elected officials (i.e. House and Senate) to denounce Biden or not get any more money, and other shameful backroom maneuvering to knife Biden. I will refrain (lol, no I won't) from speculating that billionaires of any political stripe feel threatened by Biden's increasingly progressive tax/wealth redistribution policies, and saw their chance after the bad debate performance to knife him. Because until further notice, I'm going to think that was the biggest factor.
I don't know if there's an actual health condition that made Biden agree it was the best time (in fucking July) to step down, but if this was an issue, there needed to be planning last year, at the earliest, to prepare for a new successor. I don't know what's going on. This is a clusterfuck on many, many levels.
However: it is true that this does change things and not necessarily only for the worse, as long as Harris is immediately confirmed as the new nominee and this stupid Democrats In Disarray nonsense, which is giving the media exactly what they want, is put to a fucking end. If Harris is also swept aside and the billionaire donors try to install their preferred "Centrist!!!" candidate (lol Manchin or some shit) with an equally antidemocratic closed-door Star Chamber convention, then yes, we're fucked. Because the Congressional Black Caucus and African American voters saw exactly what the rich white man billionaires were trying to do by torching Biden and then Harris, and they are not going to play ball with some Magical White Man replacement.
If Harris is immediately confirmed as the new nominee (and to the best of my knowledge Biden has endorsed her), then she has a chance of reinvigorating the race. There were a lot of Americans who did not want either Biden or Trump. I suspect they were fucking braindead, but so be it. Harris has apparently polled pretty and increasingly well in recent days (in some cases actually better than Biden) and again, there is no remotely small-d democratic alternative to her. The billionaire donors already trashed the duly elected (by the primary process) Democratic nominee. If they do the same to Harris, then yes. We will have Trump and there won't be any more democracy in this country on either side, because the Republican big-bucks donors will gleefully pick up where the Democratic big-bucks donors left off.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The message needs to be "Harris is Joe's successor, she is younger and already has four years of experience and is the only candidate." Anything else is a fucking gift from god to the Republicans, once more getting trashed after Trump's terrible RNC speech. Maybe she can then pick Whitmer or Shapiro (both popular and effective Democratic governors of swing states, MI and PA respectively) as a running mate, but the nominee has to be Kamala. There is no other fucking choice. This is already enough of a mess.
If that can happen, and the fucking donors can refrain from fucking it up, then... okay. It's not great, but it does change things. It makes the ticket younger. It makes it historic (first Black female president beating Trump would be amazing). It could reach people disenchanted with the current two-old-white-guys setup.
This is an incredible sacrifice on Biden's part and I only wish that I could believe he did it voluntarily, rather than being forced out by a small class of rich people worrying about his policies getting too progressive.
I wish him only the best and I recognize this decision was taken under extreme pressure. If we then lose to Trump, I hope everyone who forced Biden out burns in hell.
I was a diehard Biden supporter not because I loved the guy personally, but because he was the only choice for preserving democracy in America. The essential stakes of the election have not changed, even if the billionaires just knifed us in the fucking back, possibly to nobody's surprise, because R or D, they are not our friends.
Kamala is the only choice. I will now have to defend her as hard as I did for Biden. She needs to beat Trump. There is nothing else to it. If you think she can't, then you need to work at helping her do that. There is already enough calamity and doom. We do not have a choice. We cannot lose sight of what is at stake here.
Kamala Harris/Whitmer and/or Shapiro and/or Buttigieg 2024.
The end.
#rionsanura#ask#politics for ts#jesus fucking christ#fucking hell#we don't live in a democracy any more either way#but we can still prevent trump#we cannot forget that#we cannot do anything else#kamala harris 2024#i guess this is how it goes now#fuck i'm going back to bed
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uniformed!joel one shot - the police officer
series masterlist | main masterlist | part ii
pairing: police officer!joel x f!reader.
summary: you're driving back home and, unbeknownst to you, you've committed quite a few traffic offences, noticed by the one and only police officer, joel miller. he's not gonna let you get your way that easily.
a/n: umm hello?? idk what happened, but here we are. i threw this idea to the wind, people seemed to like it, so i started typing and this is what came out. read the warnings and do not judge me please lol this is inspired by this and this ask, so kudos to them! so basically i have decided to start a series of one shots where joel miller wears different uniforms. YEAH, i know, i'm not okay but that's okay. if you guys have any suggestions for this series, my askbox is open! also, i've decided that if i/you guys want, i can write the same uniformed!joel more than once (e.g. two fics of police officer!joel). if someone is interested in being in the taglist for this series, please do let me know. anyways, i do appreciate all comments, reblogs, likes and asks. as always thank you for reading! <3
warnings: 18+, mdni. no outbreak AU. dark theme. filthy smut. dub-con. age gap, no age gap, you choose (joel is mid-late 40s, reader is at least of legal drinking age). power imbalance (joel is a cop). alcohol consumption (reader is sober by the time it happens). fingering. squirting. oral (m and f receiving). mouth fucking. slut shaming. cheating. rough, public sex. unprotected piv. creampie. joel is a bully and a dick, basically, so be warned. alternating pov. no description of reader apart from having hair that can be pulled. not proofread so i'm sorry.
w/c: ~4.6k.
tagging some people who seemed to be v interested (please let me know if you want to be removed, no pressure!):
@fartcloudfartcloud @liciafonseca @fan-fiction-floozy @sweetlummie
âShitâ, you mumbled as the car keys slipped off your fingers.
You crouched down and blindly dabbed the asphalt, your phone falling off your hand too. You grunted in frustration â maybe you did drink a bit more than what you had intended. Not to the point where you thought it would be dangerous, otherwise you wouldnât be driving home. You were already clumsy when sober, so this was no sign of anything, really.
The keys had tumbled under your car, so you got on all fours and bent over to reach. After a few trials, you finally got hold of them. Steadying yourself on the handle of the driverâs side of your car, you got up. Your tiny, fitted skirt had scrunched up at your waist, so you pulled from the hem to bring it back down. Looking around, you hoped you hadnât flashed anyone.
You had dressed up for the occasion. As you grew older, your group of friends slowly drifted apart, so agreeing on a date and time to meet up had been a fucking miracle. You had been out since midday and sipped on many margaritas to quench your thirst. But knowing you would need to drive back home, you had stopped drinking a couple of hours ago. If you could, you would have gotten hammered. Living in the outskirts of Austin sucked.
You managed to finally open your vehicle and sat down. You hunched down, avoiding the steering wheel, to undo your heels. A satisfied sigh escaped your lips when you took them off â your feet were hurting so bad, you questioned all of your life choices. A minute later the motor roared awake, and you were on your merry way without a hitch.
That was until you drove out of the city center onto not very well-lit roads. You were driving through an industrial estate when sirens went off behind you. Clicking your tongue, you looked through the rearview mirror, thinking it may be an ambulance asking you to give way.
Ah, no, you were very mistaken. It was a freaking police car, and it seemed like it was asking you to pull over. Great, just fucking great, you thought.
The headlights blinded you, so you couldnât see the man approaching your car. Then you heard a tap, tap, tap on your window, the officer dazing you with the torchlight. You inhaled deeply, putting on your best smile, and rolled down the window.
âGood evening, officer. What can I do for ya?â, you battered your eyelashes at him, still dazzled by the torchlight.
Maybe if you played all sweet and innocent, he would take pity on you and let you go.
However, you were met with a deep, husky voice.
âLicense and proof of insuranceâ, he barked, no good evening miss, no please, nothing. So rude.
When he put down the torch, you caught a glimpse of the guyâs face. Bearded jaw with a prominent moustache, brown curly hair with slivers of silver, an attractive hooked nose, and some devilish hazel eyes. He was in his mid or late forties and was so fucking handsome you almost drooled at the sight.
You bit your bottom lip, a lopsided smile curling at the corners.
âYes, of course, officerâ, your voice was sweet and smooth as you bowed over the passengerâs seat, your boobs casually resting on the steering wheel.
You opened the glove box and handed him the papers, faking the most innocent, girly look you could muster.
âIs there something wrong, officer?â, you asked, leaning on the door frame, gifting him with the tentative sight of your deep cleavage.
His eyes wandered off the papers he was holding and lingered where you intended. You read the tag on his shirt: Officer Miller. Well, Officer Miller looked damn good in that tight uniform. The black shirt clung to his flexed biceps, the buttons slightly giving way to the bulge of his chest, the belt hugging his waist and⊠good fucking lord, those thighs, the size of a rugby playerâs.
Your mouth watered.
You would lie to yourself if you said you were not affected by his presence. In fact, your damp cunt might as well fucking disagree with you. You pressed your knees together, unconsciously looking for some relief to the sudden wet heat gathering in between your legs.
His eyes drifted up lazily, locking on to yours. You swore a muscle on his jaw twitched.
âYou were speeding, doing 40 on a 30-mph road. And your headlights are offâ, he replied, his tone raspy.
Fuuuuuuuck, thatâs why I couldnât see shit. Were you that drunk? You didnât feel like it.
Your face expression didnât flinch, playing dumb might just do the trick. So you giggled, smacking your forehead with the palm of your hand.
âAh, silly me. But it was well lit up until now, sir, so no harm done, right?â, your honeyed voice pleaded. âI swear this was a 40-mph road a couple of months ago?â
âIt was but got changed. Did you not see the road sign?â, he seemed to be very annoyed.
You had no time to answer, because Officer Miller pointed to your lap. For a second you panicked â surely your arousal had not drenched your clothes, right? You were aware of how wet your pussy was, but not to that extreme. Right? You looked down â your phone was resting on your lap, but nothing else. A wave of relief overcame you and then you glanced up at him, confused.
âYou were talking on the phone while driving, I presume.â
You gasped and promptly shook no with your head.
âNo, no, officer. You see, I left it there when I got in the car, I forgot it was on my lap. I promise I wasnât texting or anything like that.â Your explanation was genuine, but he cocked a brow. âI wouldnât lie to you, sir.â
âWhy? Because youâre a good girl?â. That question caught you off guard and turned you on at the same time, sending shivers down your spine. Your clit twitched. You gaped and nodded unwittingly. âI see. Step out of the car.â
Your heart was racing, attempting to jump out of your chest. Maybe you had been too suggestive. But he was the embodiment of the law, surely the officer had had his good share of temptation and would not yield so easily.
You got out of your sedan, slightly dishevelled, and tugged at your skirt so it would stop riding up your thighs. Officer Miller had taken one step back, his eyes measuring you from top to bottom, loitering on your breasts. His tongue quickly darted out to wet his bottom lip â you were mesmerised by the simple gesture and pondered how it would feel if you choked on his tongue.
That thought made your cunt gush some more. You pursed your lips â eyes on him, trying to convey normalcy.
âYouâve been drinking and have also been driving barefoot. Thatâs a total of, what, five offences?â. Miller clicked his tongue in disapproval. âItâs like youâre begging to spend the night in a cell.â His eyes flickered with malice â and something else. Lust?
You really did not want to sleep in a cell tonight. You just wanted to get home, that was all. Also, most of your âoffencesâ were bullshit. You were certain he couldnât charge you with half of it, but his wickedness made you wary.
âIâm not drunk,â you said with a languid smile, touching his forearm, his arms crossed at his chest. âI stopped drinking two hours ago, officer.â
He raised an eyebrow â Officer Miller didnât believe a word you said.
âI can smell it.â You didnât know if it was intentional or not, but his eyes drifted down to your pussy.
âI-It?â, you repeated, lips parted.
He didnât say anything, just stared at you for a long minute. Your bravery had flaked a bit, although your cunt was begging for him to do something about it.
Joel was having a hard time curbing his horniness. You were so inviting, so insinuating, it was like you were asking to be fucked there and then. Oh, yes, you were, he knew you were. Showing off your boobs, wetting your lips, rubbing your knees together, playing with the edge of your tiny skirt. He had noticed every single one of your seductive attempts.
His cock was hard, so much so that it was stretching against the zipper of his work trousers. He kept his arms crossed, but what he really wanted to do was to readjust his erection so it wouldnât be so damn uncomfortable.
âTurn around, hands on the carâ, he ordered with a steely voice.
You first looked muddled, but finally obliged, giving him your back â your palms resting on the roof of your car, your knees pressed together. He was sure your cunt was pulsing, and you were just trying to calm yourself down.
The thought made him mad with lechery. His dick was throbbing already.
âIâm going to pat you down, and then Iâm gonna cuff you. Understood?â, he warned you, getting close to you.
You suddenly looked over your shoulder, your smile unwavering. You tilted your pelvis back, your ass against his bulge. You glanced down and then back up at him decisively.
âIâm sure we can work something out, officer?â, you whispered, your butt pressing on his swollen lump.
No, Joel was not imagining things. You were definitely asking to be fucked senseless in exchange for just a warning. He was still contemplating whether to entertain the idea or not. You were tempting, he would give you that. Your body was built to satisfy a manâs pleasure â he could see that even when you were clothed. Barely clothed. Your top was too small, your boobs almost spilling over the neckline; your skirt was too short, your ass cheeks almost visible â and he was sure you had some slutty heels on before you jumped into the car.
His cock jerked at the thought of rearranging your guts. Because that was what Joel would do to you if he had the chance. He cupped his groin for a second now that you were not looking, pressing it slightly to relieve some of the tension.
It didnât help. If anything, it made it worse. He suppressed a frustrated groan.
Joel slotted his right knee in between your legs and forced you to separate them, his heavy boot grounding him. âIâll think about it. In the meantime, youâre under arrest for at least reckless driving. Now stay still.â He was fully aware of how the top of his thigh brushed your crotch, but made a titanic effort to ignore it, for his own sanity.
Your panties were so fucking drenched, you feared your discharge might start dripping down your inner thighs. In fact, you let your head down to check discreetly and sighed with relief â nothing to worry about, he wouldnât notice how fucking horny you were.
Then he forcefully parted your legs, and you felt the fabric of his trousers sliding against your wet panties. The subtle touch made you jerked your hips up and then back down in surprise, your clothed cunt flushed against his thigh â you had to swallow the sluttiest moan of your entire life, it felt damn good.
âIâmâ Iâm sorryâ, you mumbled, lifting your body up to break the contact.
You didnât need to look down to know that there would be a wet patch on his black trousers.
âYou should be, making a mess of my uniform like thatâ, he grunted, exasperated.
Pressing your lips, you inspected every inch of the roof of your car while he patted you down. His big, calloused hands lingered on your underboob longer than necessary, almost cupping them. Both hands travelled down to your waist, his fingertips slightly under the waistband of your skirt.
Your heart was pounding, suddenly unsure of the whole thing. What were you really doing? Were you so desperate that you would let him use you in exchange for letting you go? Were you getting more than what you had bargained for?
It was like the excitement had burnt the last drop of alcohol in your blood and now you were fully aware of what you had unleashed.
But you had no more time to question your attitude, because Officer Miller completely slipped one of his hands under your underwear and buried all of his fingers in your soaked folds, except for his thumb which quickly found your clit. You shut your eyes and moaned audibly, your knees giving way.
His free hand wrapped around your waist to help you stand up, while his fingers traversed your whole slit, from your perineum to your clit, buttering your cunt with your own fluids.
âYou are so fucking wet already, you should be ashamed of yourselfâ, he whispered in your ear while he pushed your ass back into his bulge.
Your treacherous body had awakened at his touch, your clit felt like it was on fire and your cunt was pulsating so hard it was uncomfortable. You rubbed his dick with your buttocks, unconsciously looking for some more friction. Miller groaned behind you, jerking you closer, his cock hard pressed against your ass.
Two of his fingers dipped further down and found your leaking hole, his thumb still rubbing your clit languidly. You whimpered and stirred your hips when one fingertip circled your entrance tentatively. Your back arched, pushing your butt further into his erection.
âArenât you a slut?â, he hissed as both fingers slid inside you, your brain not registering his words.
Your moist pussy clenched around his fingers, squeezing them hard. Every time your heart beat, so did your cunt. Officer Miller started fingering you, first slowly, and then picking up a relentless pace. Unable to control yourself, you mewled like a kitten in heat, your forehead now resting against the cold metal of your car and a thread of spit hanging from your mouth. Your needy cunt was so stimulated, so hot, so slippery, you couldnât stop yourself from coming, even if you wanted to.
So you let go. You orgasmed so hard, you squirted with his fingers still dug in your creamy pussy. But you coming didnât stop Officer Miller from driving his digits inside of you over and over again, forcing another climax on you a minute later. Your inner walls palpitated so violently, you felt the emptiness of your womb. Then you noticed it: the trickle of your own cum streaming down your inner thighs.
Officer Miller forced his fingers out of you, a pop sound making it obvious that your pussy was drown in your own fluids. The cop tapped your pussy a few times, almost gently, as the last wave washed off your nerve endings. You had never come so hard in your life before. Not even your boyfriend of five years had been able to turn you on this bad.
When your limbs regained some strength, Miller let go of your waist and stepped back. You slowly turned around to face him, but as your eyes drifted down his uniform, you realised that there was a new wet patch on his trousers, this time on his bulge. You had leaked so much, you had drenched his own pants.
You tried to find the words to explain to him that this was not what you had intended. Or was it?
âYouâre still under arrestâ, his voice was resolute, as if nothing of what just happened had affected him.
Before your neurons could make contact with each other, he handcuffed you, your laced hands resting in front of you, conveniently covering your spent pussy.
âButââ.
âNo butâs, blackmailing a cop is an offence too. So that makes it six now, right?â, he cut you off.
You huffed, not believing what he was saying. You had not blackmailed him, not even close, he was just making it up now. Before you could argue, Officer Miller removed the keys from the ignition, shut the driverâs door and locked your car. He then grabbed you by your elbow, forcing you to walk in front of him towards his cruiser.
âOh, câmon, youâre now just bullying meâ, you complained, your sweet façade quickly toppling.
Miller didnât reply to your taunting. He simply opened the back door of his Crown Vic and threw you in. You almost tripped but manage to stop the falling. You sat down on the seat, your legs still out of the car, bare soles against the asphalt.
You didnât know what possessed you, but your cuffed hands darted up and played with the buckle of his belt. Maybe if you gave him some head, he would relax and let you go. You were already in too deep anyway, your whipped pussy living proof of your desire.
âOfficer, please, I can make it worth your while if you let me goâ, you muttered, your fingers unclasping his belt.
Miller did not say one word, he just stared you down while you held his gaze. His waist slanted forward in an unspoken invitation, his eyes swirling with lust and wickedness.
You were not sure why you were doing this, or if you wanted to do this. But you were a horny mess, your pulsing cunt urging you to keep going, saturating your panties even more. Sure, you could drive home and ask your boyfriend to take care of you, but by the looks of it, you were going to spend the night in a station cell if you didn't do something about it. About him.
With firm hands, you undid the buckle and unzipped his trousers. His big, meaty cock sprung out with no warning, swaying in front of you. He was wearing no underwear. You marvelled at the sight â his dick was the longest you had ever seen with a considerable girth, veiny and hairy at the base. It looked scary, but also fucking tempting.
âDonât just stare, do somethingâ, he commanded, grabbing your cuffed hands to bring them closer to his erection.
Ah, someone is impatient, you thought with a smirk before wrapping both of your hands around his circumference. With your mouth agape, close to his leaking tip, you rubbed the precum against his slit with your thumb and then started pumping him. His cock was palpitating, hard and velvety under your clasp â and warm, so fucking warm you could feel his blood rushing underneath.
His jaw clenched, his eyes transfixed on your moving hands as you upped the rhythm. And then, without prior notice, he fisted your hair in a ponytail and drove his whole dick down your parted lips. You retched when his glans surpassed your uvula and coughed with his cock still in your mouth.
You were suffocating, but he didnât give a fuck. In any case, he pushed his cock further down, but it had nowhere to go. His pubic hairs tingled the tip of your nose as you looked up, silently asking for mercy with teary eyes.
Miller glanced down at you and the motherfucker just smiled as you were still gagging.
âLook at you. What a whore, youâre taking it so wellâ, he mumbled under his breath before pushing your head back.
His cock slid out and you coughed to clear your throat of precum, swallowing it. His brutish attitude, although unwelcome, made your traitor of a cunt gush.
âIâm gonna fuck your throat to teach you a lesson. Open up for me, darlinâ.â
You didnât know why, but you just obeyed. Without breaking visual contact, the cop slotted his cock back in between your lips. With his hands on your temples, he tilted his hips forward until his tip stroked the end of your throat. Then he pulled out harshly and started jackhammering your mouth relentlessly, driving his cock in as far as he could every single time, his hairy balls hitting your chin. With Miller taking the lead, your cuffed hands were free. They were lazily resting on your lap until you dipped them down, your index caressing your deprived clit.
You just took it like a champ. After a while, your gag reflex relaxed and you dared to press your lips around his girth, so it would be more pleasurable for him. His slick cock was drumming in your mouth, filling it up entirely, choking you.
Miller pulled your head back sternly â you were panting like a puppy by the time he was done with your throat. Your eyelashes were damp with unspent tears. You were sure that tomorrow it was going to hurt like if you had caught the worst cold of your life. Your mouth was filled with his sticky precum, a bridge of it connecting your mouth to his cock.
âYouâve not thrown up, well doneâ, he chuckled darkly. âClean this mess for me.â
Again, as if you were not in control of yourself, you did as you were told. You licked his throbbing cock, swallowing all the fluids you had swept off his groin.
He lightly patted your cheek. âGood girl, now get up and take that finger out of your pussy.â
You had not realised you had been fingering yourself all along and your clit was begging for some relief. With a trembling sigh, you removed your hand from in between your legs and stood up.
Only then you caught on: he had not come yet. Fuck, you thought.
Did you want this? You were not sure. Letting him finger you and giving him head was one thing, but letting him fuck you was a completely different story. You were not a slut nor a cheater, but he made you feel like one. Your dribbling pussy made you feel like one.
Joel snatched his fingers around your elbow once again and made you walk to the front of his cruiser. He was in extreme need of relief â his cock was pulsing so hard it was driving him mad with lust. He was gonna fuck that cunt of yours till you begged him to stop.
Unceremoniously, he splayed you down across the hood of his car â your chest against the metal surface, your ass up in the air and your legs spread wide. If he could take a picture to jerk himself off to, he would.
He needed to see for himself, taste for himself. He was sure as hell that your pussy was drooling, beseeching to be filled to the brim. So he knelt behind you and parted your ass cheeks to have a better look. You whimpered, tiptoeing to give him better access to your soaked flaps.
âYouâre such a slut. I could scrunch your panties to fill up an entire glass with your cum. Your thighs are all wet and tacky tooâ, he couldnât stop himself from pointing it out, driving his hands up from the back of your knees, up your inner thighs, until they reached your crotch, framing your pussy.
He leaned forward and sipped from the fountain of your underwear, his fingers digging in the flesh of your ass, smelling your sweet sex. You wept, moving your hips against his mouth. Ah, yes, he knew you wanted him to fuck you hard. Very hard.
Joel rode up your tight skirt, exposing your ass to the elements. And then he pulled down your panties and put them in the pocket of his vest, as if they were a trophy. Because they were.
He now could have a better look at your creamy cunt, all smeared with your wanton fluids. Spreading your pussy open with his hands, he lapped you entirely a few times, even your butthole. Joel heard your moans loud and clear, knowing that you had never had your pussy eaten this good before. So he kept on going â lapping, licking, sucking, biting until you squirted in his mouth, leaking like a broken tap and whining like a bitch in heat.
Joel drank it all and when you were finished, he stood up. He spanked your ass and with a swift movement, impaled you until his balls were flat against your thighs.
You screamed, literally screamed at the top of your lungs, when he stabbed you with his cock. You tried to hold onto something, but there was nothing you could grab. This was exactly what your cunt needed, being stuffed like a goddamn turkey in thanksgiving. Officer Miller drove his cock in and out of you lazily at first, and then he started fucking you stupid with such vigour that your body was being rocked back and forth, the handcuffs sliding against the hood, scratching the metal underneath.
You just moaned uncontrollably throughout the whole thing, unable to quieten yourself. Your cunt clutched around his throbbing dick, squeezing it hard, so hard you felt your muscles strain. Your clit spasmed severely, another fucking climax creeping up on you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKâ, you implored to the sky, to him, to whoever was listening.
The cop then fisted your hair in a ponytail and pulled backwards, forcing you up off the hood, your back arching against his chest while he drilled you mercilessly. You were sure the squelching sounds your pussy was making could be heard from a mile away.
Then you finally came again, shrieking â your treacherous pussy clamping down on his dick, leaking absolutely everywhere, trying to desperately milk him dry. Your eyes welled up, your black eyeliner running down your cheeks.
âYouâre gonna take it inside and youâre not gonna complainâ, he moaned in your ear and even in your blissful daze, you panicked.
âIâve got a boyfriend,â you mentioned, but you knew it wasnât going to stop him.
âAh, do you? Doesnât seem like it right nowâ, and then he huffed heavily, letting go, driving his cock as far inside of you as he physically could.
His warm cum filled you to the brim, painting your walls of sticky white. Irremediably, you sighed, heaving, and closed your eyes, letting yourself rejoice in how full you were of his spent, of his cock.
And as soon as it started, it ended. His dick slid out of your crying, sensitive pussy, leaving your damp skin exposed to the cold air.
You took a minute to compose yourself and pushing down your skirt. When you looked at him, he had already tucked away his cock back in his work trousers, his cop uniform slightly in disarray. Now there were more wet, sticky patches adorning his groin area, a mixture of your shared pleasure.
âCan I have my panties back, please?â, you requested, extending your hand to him, with a sunny, albeit quivering, smile.
âNo, Iâm keeping them.â You furrowed your eyebrows.
âCan I at least have a tissue to clean myself up?â, your voice grew smaller as you lost confidence.
âNo. I want you to go home with your pussy bursting with my cum, so that boyfriend of yours knows youâve been fucked stupid by someone elseâ, he explained, full of himself.
At least you were going home. Or so you thought until you saw him walk to the back door of his Crown Vic, holding it open for you to jump in.
âThis means nothing, youâre still spending the night in the cellâ, he said, matter-of-factly.
You scoffed, angry. âAre you fucking serious?â, you asked, although what you really wanted to do was cry.
But you swallowed your tears, contrite â your pride was bigger than your shame. And right now, you felt mortified.
What had you done?
Well, you had gambled, and you lost.
But, on the other hand, he had fucked you so good, so filthy, you were not sure any other cock would measure up to his.
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on the ground Ëâ· gojo satoru + nanami kento. ââ â âȘ©âȘš â
ââ â âȘ©âȘš â content : : f!reader, explicit smut, threesome + cuckholding, reader n gojo r in an established relationship, public foreplay (on an empty train), oral sex (m + f receiving), face sitting, spanking, degradation, teasing, praise, fingering, handjobs, double penetration (sort of), unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, cum play, squirting, snowballing, messy nasty smut w / lots of pet names lol ïœ„ïœĄïœ„ w.c. 15.6k.
ââ â âȘ©âȘš â synopsis & notes : nanami is awarded his apology, and more. part two of off the table, but can be read as a standalone. + à»ê°àŸàœČ âžâžâžâž ê±àŸàœČá âč omg omg i finally, FINALLY completed this fic. i struggled a lot with the direction i wanted this story to go in, but i'm finally satisfied and can share it with everyone. i hope you enjoy it & expect errors because it's an absolute chunk of words. thank u 2 @fushisslut for beta reading <333
nanami kento is out of his mind.Â
you see, he must be. thatâs the only reasonable explanation for his behavior tonight. when people perceive him, they see him as a stable man with a level head on his shoulders. they take in the pristine cut of his designer suits, the glimmer of his luxury wristwatch, and they canât help but see the prime example of a professional jujutsu sorcerer. his technique isnât a lightshow to impress others, but consists of preordained, calculated mathematics for him to achieve the best results in a fight. even the higher ups trust him more because theyâre soothed by his polite speech, strategic outlook, and solid reliabilityâ because he can be summed up into one safe, khaki-colored box that will never pose a threat to their way of order, even if he disagrees with it.Â
normal. standard. boring.Â
but every sorcerer has a flaw, a trigger nestled deep inside of them just waiting to spring them into insanity. it can be anything, reallyâ a fight with a formidable opponent or your favorite coffee shop getting your morning order wrong on a bad day. nanamiâs own flaw is a crack in the perfect design of his foundation that can be exploited way too easily if you know where to look for it.Â
and gojo satoru knows the exact location.Â
while nanami has tried his best to ignore the tension crackling like a steady current between you and him, satoru sees everything. his crush on you is obvious though. written all over his handsome expression when you simply smile at him or your shoulders brush in a crowded meeting room and nanami makes the mistake of looking down to snap at you to give him space, only to be enraptured by the sight of your pretty face and lower, the print of your cute little nipples pressing through the thinner fabric of your tight sorcererâs uniform. his ears pinkening up like strawberry syrup swirled on top of milk.Â
the fact that he jolts awake almost every night from wet dreams about you, cock dripping wet in his briefs canât be written on his face, but it happens. making him feel adolescent, green as fresh grass, when he has to slip a hand into his underwear and fuck against his dry palm with your name whispered desperately on his tongue until he cums, messy and full of shame, all over his belly.Â
nanami kentoâs weakness is a woman off limits.Â
perhaps gojo should feel possessive and territorial that another man has such blatant feelings for his pretty girlfriend, but gojo feeds it like cupid with a heart-shaped arrow. only feeling like a winner in the long game he plays. and tonight, well, tonight is living proof of that.Â
right now, youâre strolling ahead of nanami with gojoâs long arm thrown lazily around your shoulders. the three of you are heading leisurely towards the train station, as if youâre like everyone else out on a weekend nightâ casual colleagues walking home together after a boring company outing.
the city at this hour is alive, a kaleidoscope of movement and bright, twinkling energy. usually, nanami would enjoy a walk like this under the starlit night, tilt his head up and inhale the fresh breeze as he walks the long way home to unwind after a long shift but he just canât, not tonight. not when heâs strung out and so fucking hyperfocused on your every move. not when the noise from the neon billboards flash loud advertisements, bustling shopfronts, and drunken giggles from twenty-somethings stumbling out of upscale bars washes away all rational thought from nanamiâs skull until all he can think about is you.
itâs humiliating. his self-control over his own actions is usually adamant, an indomitable shell around his being that should have kept him from giving in to his desire to fuck all traces of gojo satoru from your body, but how can he really resist it? he should have known better than to get up from that table and follow the two of you home, but itâs too late to turn back now. especially when the colorful streetlights illuminate your frame to him, the late night breeze stirring the flowy hem of your expensive little cocktail dressâ giving him a flash of the supple swell of your naked ass cheeks, panties still tucked away in gojoâs pocket.Â
gritting his teeth, nanami tries to look away but heâs locked in. picking up on the slight limp in your walk insteadâ no doubt from the rough way gojo fingerfucked you under the table earlier. the memory of desperate tears glazing over your big doe eyes as you pleaded for them both, begging nanami to give you permission to cum, twists a serrated knife into the mass of hot arousal already simmering in the pit of his gut.Â
youâve got him entranced, just like that, staring at the soft jiggle of your ass until gojo notices and kisses his teeth, smoothing the hem of your dress down in mock chivalry as he glances back at nanami with a bright sparkle in his quicksilver blue eyes, blackout sunglasses slid low on his pretty nose and grinning with those fanged incisors gleaming in the moonlight like a predator.
god, nanami hates the way his mouth runs dry at that look.Â
âitâs just like old times, eh?â
 gojo leers out as soon as the three of you pile onto the train. his crude vocals are too loud, slashing through the quiet to bounce against the big metal walls. blinding fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting an eerie green glow.Â
âi donât know what youâre referring to, gojo-san,â nanami lies breezily, pinching the bridge of his nose to alleviate the headache forming behind his brow at the teasing sound of gojoâs voice. âif you could please be quiet now.âÂ
oh, but nanami knows exactly what the other man is referring to, doesnât he? the unique moments in life when gojo satoru and nanami kento operated on the same wavelength. younger days before nanami left for university abroad at copenhagen, drunken nights in the dorm at jujutsu high after tough missions. dares and childish games that led to beer-flavored spit swapped between giggling peers. a lost bet. nanami never backing down from a challenge. suguru dutifully filming with a cracked flip phone as gojo mouthed down the length of nanamiâs cockâÂ
he was a madman for playing gojo satoruâs games then, and he definitely is one now.Â
âwhatâs like old times?â you pipe up with a question, breaking through nanamiâs thoughts. your head bobbles between the two men rudely leaving you out of the conversation, confusion wrinkling your pretty features. âwhat are you two whispering about?âÂ
nanami grits his jaw, refusing to elaborate, but gojo huffs out the beginning of a chuckle and parts his lips to answer you. be it for dick, pussy, or spilling secrets better left buried, he can never keep his mouth shut, can he?
âmmm, nothing you need to worry that pretty head about tonight, angel,â he shrugs, a lazy smirk settling on his pink lips. the threads of patronization laced through his words makes you even more curious, though. âweâre just reminiscing.âÂ
his long arm curves around your neck after that, tugging you towards him. bending his head down to press his nose against your hair affectionately, breathing in the scent of your shampoo in a gentle kiss obviously meant to disarm your questions.Â
and of course, it doesnât work.Â
âoh, i see,â you nod, like youâve cracked the code. eyes fluttering down into narrowed slits at the both of them. âyou two shared many women before like this, have you? is that what youâre talking about?âÂ
it doesnât sound like an accusation. after all, you know how experienced your boyfriendâs appetite is, but the words come out a little more bitter than you intend. satoru quirks a snowy brow, still gleaming his signature grin. how would you react if you knew their truth, their history?Â
âwe have not,â that was kento, finally speaking up to clarify when itâs his reputation on the line, earnestly hoping that youâll drop the subject.Â
âbut weâve shared each other,â and that was satoru, cupping his hand to your ear like heâs spilling a juicy little scandal.Â
âo-oh-âÂ
whatever answer you expected, it wasnât that.Â
your mouth opens to ask another question, but a safety recording cuts the conversation short before the train lurches forward, speeding out of the station. soon, youâre out in the cityâ skyscrapers and bright lights blurring past the windows at breakneck speed.Â
gojoâs cue now that youâre temporarily sealed away from civilization.Â
he leans against a pole, smirking against your hair. his hand caresses a path down your front slowly, and you momentarily forget how to breathe, sucking in your tummy because itâs starting againâ his nasty fucking game.Â
and for the first time, there is a third player.Â
âremember the last time you tired putting your hand up my skirt on a train, gojo satoru?â you remind him as his hand begins to slither into the cleavage of your dress, disappearing under the fabric to shamelessly cup one of your breasts, giving it a gentle knead and making you bite down on a gasp. ânot to mention, thereâs cctv right there-âÂ
âhow was i supposed to know there was an officer right across from us?âÂ
âyou literally have the six eyes, satoru.âÂ
âshut up.â he huffs. âwhat are you so worried for anyway? weâre alone, and that guy wonât tell anyone what weâve been up to. he wants you just as much as i do, right nanamin?âÂ
âi was under the impression you invited me back to your home, not to get arrested,â nanami retorts dryly, but his tone is a complete contradiction to the look in his honey brown eyes. he is staring across the train car at you with so much open lust, his intensive gaze simmers heat all the way underneath the surface of your skin, making you squirm even more. itâs that look in his eyes alone, like he wants to ruin you for your own boyfriend, that makes each move of gojoâs a little more than proprietorial. a farewell to his darling baby before he auctions you up for the taking.Â
only, he surely intends on taking you back at the end of the night because you belong to him. but only after he checks off a certain boxâ after he burns the vision of you getting fucked on another manâs cock while he watches into his temporal lobe.Â
âiâm not worried about nanami-san,â you frown, rolling your eyes, âiâm worried about the cctv.âÂ
âiâll handle it,â he promises, his voice dark and low. he kisses your ear with a whisper that sends a hot shudder down the curve of your spine. âwhy donât you go and greet nanami properly while i do, sweet girl? heâs over there all by himself.âÂ
your head whips around, eyes wide at his suggestion. nothing can really surprise you about the six-foot-three smirking egomaniac youâre dating at this point. that limp in your walk, the cooling slick still coating your sticky thighs from your last orgasm, and your missing pair of ruined panties are a testament to his want to fuck you in every location, in every way possible. to etch his mark into the world that stands at his feet, one drop of cum at a time.Â
even if it means offering you up to nanami kento like a sacrificial lamb plump and ready for the slaughter.Â
and you? youâre perfectly fine with being a sacred contribution left at his alter.Â
âor are you scared?â gojo wonders, glancing over at the other man.
itâs not just a meaningless taunt. both you, and nanami can hear the weight behind the question. itâs a chance to back out. a consent form. he may be a greedy, overpowered sorcerer with an insatiable love for dirty fucking but he respects nanami, and he respects you above all else. youâre the love of his life, a little piece of his soul living outside of his body, and he knows how many steps he can take outside of the box before he runs into boundaries. and though you never back down from one of his challenges, though your mind is honey coated in lust, you lift your gaze to the ex-salaryman and you consider him, one final time.Â
anyone with a pair of eyes can appreciate the beauty in nanami kento. he is all sharp contours and deep tenor. timeless handsomeness that reminds you of an old money heartthrob from the sixties, or a classic comic book hero. nanami may be the complete opposite of your boyfriend, austere and jaded, but you would be lying if you said you werenât attracted to him, that you did not enjoy the steadiness of conversations with him and the few, ill-delivered dry jokes he indulges in from time to time. perhaps it was the throb in your clit convincing you, or the memory of him demanding you be a good girl and cum for them both back at the restaurant, but god, you fucking wanted him.
no, you wanted them both, and you would deal with your shame for it in the daylight hours. Â
âdonât you know me at all, gojo satoru?â you finally break the silence with a confident smile, making gojo snort at you before he shoves you off the deep endâ hands on your shoulders to nudge you into stepping across the train car until you stop in front of nanami.Â
he is the only one sitting down, watching you approach with that stoic expression of his. at first glance, he looks utterly unimpressed, but you should have known better as your legs bump his spread knees and you glance down, getting a glimpse of the outline of his hard cock bulging against the tight inseam of his khaki slacks.Â
your breath shortens into a needy pant. wondering what it would feel like weighing your tongue down after youâve wriggled him out of that boring designer suit of his? or how much it would make your hips ache as it stretched your cunt out until you soak gojoâs expensive sheets down to the last thread?Â
warmth blooms over the skin of your cheeks as his sharp eyes follow your line of sight. he quirks an amused brow, catching your shameless stare locked on his lap. he barely shifts under the attention, no slouch in the posture he holds with an easy confidence. âdidnât anyone ever tell you that itâs rude to stare at a cock you donât plan to sit on, young lady?âÂ
âwho says i donât plan to sit on it, nanami-san?â you mouth off, even as your knees weaken under the weight of his authoritative tone. you hear gojo scoff in amusement, still leaning against that pole, arms still folded as he watches the scene unfoldâ playing out just how he wants it.Â
âyouâre still standing, obviously,â he points out, and how he makes such simple words sound like honey spread over velvet you donât know, but the deep, flat timbre of his monotone flutters a lick of arousal through your belly.Â
âdo you want me to?âÂ
âcome here and sit, back facing to me,â he instructs, gesturing to his lap. he doesnât even think about putting his hands on you, no matter how desperately he wants to, letting you build up the courage to obey someone new. instead, he unfastens the buttons on his blazer slow, one by one, before removing his goggles and tucking them away into an inner breast pocket. sandy hair tinted slightly green under the lighting in the train as he waits for you. it isnât easy for him to fight the more reckless part of himself when youâre standing there, staring at him like this, and heâll be ashamed tomorrow to say that he didnât even try. âwell?âÂ
behind you, gojo wears a dangerous smirk. temple of his skull resting against the cold steel of the balance pole, content to watch his girlfriend climb into the lap of another man. youâre thankful that the subway car the three of you are in is deserted. you had kept your head down when satoru shamelessly flicked his wrist at the mechanical sliding doors as other passengers tried to board, slamming it shut in their confused faces and twisting the metal into a makeshift lock with cursed energy so that no one else is around to witness what youâre doing.Â
you settle until your back meets nanamiâs firm chest, your heart beating erratically. the sorcererâs muscled arm feels warm through the sleeves of his tailored jacket as he wraps it around your torso, pulling you securely against him. embarrassment makes you shy as you realize that youâre sitting on your coworkerâs lap with no panties on underneath your dress, his wide stance forcing your thighs to spreadâ rucking your dress up past your hips and exposing your pretty pussy to gojoâs twinkling gaze.Â
âthe cctv-âÂ
gojo nods, and you whimper softly as he shifts to stand a little taller, smartly placing his massive stature in front of the camera embedded in the beam above your heads. âthatâs that,â he claps, then he lifts a brow, âoi, oi. you gonna take all night? our stop is next.âÂ
ânot everyone is quick as you, gojo-san,â nanami snorts at his own little joke before he dips his head, pressing his nose to your pulse point. his eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he breathes in a gust of your perfume. scented like ruination, supple like forbidden fruit laid over his lapâ he canât resist pressing his lips to your neck first, his veined hand cupping your face, thick fingers curled under your chin to guide your head in his direction afterwards. âshe deserves my patience.âÂ
âtch.â gojo rolls his eyes.
nanami has always been a quiet man. he doesnât speak unless spoken to and barely then, refusing to make idle small talk and declining offers to mingle after work with his colleagues, but you know what he wants without words. your own fingers move, brushing over the buzzed wisps of hair at the nape of his neck as he parts his lips. tender in the way he finally tastes you, in the way he suckles your plump lower lip into his mouth.
youâre unfamiliar, but your kiss feels decadent to him and already, heâs determined to learn you. how many times had he lost focus in a meeting, wondering how you would feel on his lips, his tongue, his cock? the blond sorcerer presses his thumb against the middle of your cheek, keeping your jaw parted so that he can pet his tongue over yours until you gasp desperately into his mouth.Â
the kiss is slower than what youâre used to, but nanami gives you passion, even though heâs a stranger to your bodyâ a scene that your boyfriend watches with hungry, almost envious eyes. you can feel the burn of his stare from across the metal car. seeing you writhe all over his kouhaiâs lap, twisting your fingers in his short hair, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, makes hot need churn in the pit of gojoâs gut to take his place.
heâs supposed to be blocking the cctv, but he canât help it. before he knows it, heâs crossing the space of the train in a few strides, taking a seat next to you and nanami.Â
you jolt when you feel the familiar weight of satoruâs big hand splay out over your thigh. heart beating erratically. saliva coating your lips and you whine because youâre desperate for more, but you donât have to wait long.Â
âmy turn, sugar,â satoru grins, tucking a finger under your chin to pull your head away from nanami and towards him.
you go to him easily, no care at all that the security cameras are watching you bounce between the two men and their touches. letting your boyfriend smooth your hair away from your face before he cups your cheeks, sparks dancing down your spine as he kisses you insistently, urging you immediately into a hungrier slide of your lips against his own.Â
âoh,â you sigh, and satoru shushes you with his wet tongue between your lips. he loves tonguing you down, leaving you breathless with the hunger he feels for you. sweetness of the dinner wine he spit into your mouth earlier lingers in the kisses he gives you.
itâs easy to get lost in him, to bathe in the attention when someone like gojo satoru is willing to give it to you. youâre so lost in his kiss that you almost miss the sound of nanamiâs sudden, muted groan; a needy throb pulsing between the seam of your cunt as you realize youâve been squirming over his lap without meaning to, the hard weight of his clothed cock pressing snug between your bare ass cheeks, the tip rubbing against your clit.Â
âthis isnât the place for that. be still.âÂ
âbut i want to.âÂ
nanami grunts in the back of his throat as you ignore him, plush hips swiveling down, grinding against the sensitive head of his cock beneath his khakis, his rough fingers squeezing your thigh desperately in reprimand.Â
âcanât handle her already, nanami?â gojo taunts in a drawl, redirecting his kisses down your neck affectionately so that nanami can claim your lips again. theyâre swollen, bitten by kisses, strawberry rouge smudged and ruined as they build a routine, taking turns sharing your kiss, stealing the breath out of your lungs to draw into their own.
you know that comparisons are against the natural rules of a threesome, but you canât help yourself. they touch you so differently, vintage and brand newâ opposites like the burning rays of the summer sun and the cool beams of the moon during winter, but their intensity is the same.Â
satoru... satoru kisses like a man out of time because love has a habit of being snatched out of his hands, and life is fleeting in the world you live in and he needs to show you just how much he feels for you before itâs too late. heâs impatient and a little forceful, digging prints into your skin, leaving marks and love bites that sting in the aftermathâ so youâll never forget him, he thinks. heâs not shy, never ashamed to touch you in the middle of a crowd because your taste is just that fucking sweet to him and he wonât waste a minute of time he has with you. you can always feel his desperation, the urgency to prove his devotion embedded into each, skilled kiss.Â
and then thereâs kento, who kisses like heâs stopping to appreciate a masterpiece in a museum. there should not be so much reverence in his touch, not when you belong to someone else and heâs just an extra in your movie, the thrill of the hour for a sexually adventurous coupleâ but he is unhurried and thorough in the face of your greediness. feeding you by hand what he wants you to have. if you surge forward to take what you want, he counters and nips the tip of your nose in a bite that startles you, that makes you giggle, leaving you soft as putty in his grasp. and when he kisses you . . . when he kisses you it feels like he alone can stop the hand of the clock itself. as if heâs got all the time in the world, even though he is a man who only has the pleasure of your body for one night.Â
if he can survive a train ride with you, that is.Â
âstop moving.âÂ
âpretty please, nanami-san. i need jusâ a little... jusâ-â you plea, and despite his warning, you plant your heels on the edge of the train seat. leverage to grind your pussy over the weighty print of his cock. back and forth, choking on little whines against nanamiâs lips while satoru kisses at your collarbone and stares between your thighs. itâs frustrating to have nanami sitting there under you with a barrier in the way, the friction a tantalizing itch that makes you want to dissolve into sobs. you can hardly find it in yourself to care that youâre wetting the fabric of his pristine clothes with the sticky arousal dripping out of your little hole as you angle your hips down, dragging your clit over the cool zipper of his pants.Â
âyou want it that badly? youâll writhe all over my cock, on a train no less, with your boyfriend sitting right next to you? you should be ashamed,â nanami tuts, reeling back to press his voice to your ear. âbut there, there. iâll give you something proper to rub on.â
âthatâs not fair âcause you told me to sit, mmfgh-â you pout in petulant protest, nanamiâs words causing your skin to blister under the heat of them, but satoru cuts you off once more by suckling your lower lip, grinning a little when you choke on a whine.
though the ex-salarymanâs tone burns a lick of shame down your arching back, one of his hands hitch up to your breasts to soothe the sting, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of your silky dress. and then, his other hand fondles your thigh and you inhale because heâs so fucking closeâ rough, calloused fingers slipping along the joint of your hip to brush over your mound.Â
âhere it is,â he announces, pressing his wet mouth to your cheek, reveling in the whimper you give him as he pushes a stiff thumb against your clit, pressing it down hard. keening, your hips twitch forward eagerly. his finger doesnât offer much friction, but you rut against the palm anyway until he draws his middle finger down, spreading your folds and swirling an unhurried circle around your entrance, causing your breath to fan out of your chest in a rush. âdonât be shy about it. rub against my finger and let satoru watch.âÂ
satoru isnât interested in just watching though.Â
he takes your hand and guides it to his clothed crotch first, a ruined moan punching out of his chest when you immediately wrap your fingers around the outline of his cock. itâs hard against your palm, and though the angle is awkward, you make due; rubbing your hand over him until his hips jerk up off the seat. as a reward, you feel satoruâs index finger join kentoâs between your thighs, rubbing figure eights into your wet, puffy clit. you have to squirm helplessly between the two men playing with you like a pretty doll. delighted sounds leaving gojoâs lips as he mouths at your breast, flicking his tongue over your clothed nipple until the front of your dress is damp with spit.Â
all three of you know that this is going too far. that the two men are devouring you in the middle of an empty train car, and you need to stop this before the security camera records any more of your sins. but how can you, when gojo pinches your clit at the same time nanami dips the very tip of his finger inside you, a low groan rumbling from his throat at the way you greedily squeeze around the thick digit, wanting to suck him in further. he clenches his jaw, staving off a groan. knowing youâll feel so fucking heavenly around his cock when he spades you on itâ
but just as the both of them are about to give you what you want, push two long fingers into your needy cunt, rub soreness into your clit until you cry, the train screeches to a slow, metallic stop at the next station. you startle, eyes flying wide open in mild panic as the doors prepare to slide open.Â
âoh, well, i do believe this is our stop,â satoru says nonchalantly like heâs back to pulling the strings, like he wasnât about to fucking cry at being interrupted when all he wants to do is make you cum again. whistling the melody to one of your favorite songs as he dips in to press one last kiss to your cheek before he stands up, stretching his arms overhead to pop stiff joints. âif you two are finished giving the security guard material to fuck himself with during his shift, letâs go.âÂ
the air is thick with cloying tension, oppressive enough that you can hear the ragged breathing from both sorcerers. once you exit the train, you know whatâs waiting for you. your belly lurches in delicious anticipation at the mere thought of it.
gojo satoru fucks like a god and thatâs when he is alone. his competitive streak will have him trying to ruin you, not satisfied until youâre fucked out and bruised and crying, with another man sharing the field. and nanami... nanami kento is an enigma, a paradox you could have never pictured agreeing to share a woman for the night with someone he is seemingly annoyed by all day, all night.
but proper, orderly men like him have a tendency of harboring the darkest desires of them all, and you have a feeling discovering what they are tonight means having trouble getting out of bed the next morning with stiff thighs and an aching cunt.Â
âare you alright?â nanami murmurs, as cordial as ever. he barely seems affected at all, except for the unsteady hitch in his breathingâ and, of course, the fact that his cock is dripping uncomfortably wet against the too-tight fabric of his briefs. his hand abandons you, sliding around to smooth your dress down before he sets you to your feet on the floor.Â
nodding, you step forward on shaky legs, and satoru stretches out his hand for you to take. but before you follow him this time, through the automated doors and onto the platform, you look back and offer a hand to the 7:3 sorcerer with a grin that nanami knows you had to have picked up from satoru.Â
âcoming, nanami-san?â you repeat gojoâs words from earlier, offering yourself up to them both for the night.Â
nanami huffs out a snort, glancing down at his fingers in consideration. the thick digits still glisten with your glossy cum under the fluorescents, the knot in his throat bobbing with starvation. he feels insane for crossing a boundary and getting involved with gojo satoru again (and now... now, you) but heâs lost all fucking sense, all self control at this point. any other day, he would be too dignified to even bring a woman home after a date but tonight, he raises his fingers to his mouth to suckle them clean without ever taking his eyes off of you before he dries them on a handkerchief, ever the gentleman. god, he wants to weep at the taste of your pussy on his tongue, but he stands to his full height and curls those long digits around your waiting hand instead.Â
âafter you.âÂ
gojoâs penthouse in shinjuku is dark and chilly when the three of you walk inside. nanami doesnât pay much attention to the living space as he trades loafers for guest slippers with pandas printed on the top at the door, but he feels out of place when he finally does glance around.
nanami never had any reason to think about gojo satoruâs living situation or interior decorating skills, but heâs surprised at how... human it looks.
to him, gojo is a curse. a curse that he respects, tolerates, and trusts, but a thorn in his side nonetheless. it is a childish thought, but he had expected to find the space to be as annoying as he is during the day. though it was obviously a bachelor pad meant for a man who never intended on settling down, there are signs of you all over it, turning it into a real home.
he passes by polaroids decorated with stickers and framed photos of you with his students at the beach in okinawa, presumably snapped by satoru himself. pastel pillows and plushies mismatch with the cool design of deep sea blue and sleek black furniture. he has to avert his eyes with a disbelieving scoff when you hurry past him to snatch one of your bras off the back of the couch, as if you and your freak of nature boyfriend didnât invite him back here for one reason and one reason only.Â
âare you hungry, nanami-san?â you ask suddenly to shatter the ice, glancing around the apartment nervously. youâre trying, okay? how are you supposed to know how to start a threesome with your colleague? âi, uh- i know you didnât get to finish your meal at the restaurant and iâm not the best cook, but oh-! we do have leftover takeout in the fridge-âÂ
âwhat she means,â gojo begins, clucking his tongue at your awkward hospitality, not phased in the least bit when you shoot him a murderous glare that could level a city, âis to ask if youâre ready to finish what you started on the train. sheâs wet for you- i bet she wants to know how different your fingers feel from mine when theyâre fucking her.âÂ
he pauses with meaning, letting it hang in the air like a fat, full moon, grin widening as he drags that salacious blue gaze down right to nanamiâs crotch. âhow different something else of yours feels too.âÂ
âyou are unbelievably crude.âÂ
âwhy donât we show nanami to the bedroom?â gojo suggests, eyes on you now. you have no choice but to nod, a nervous bubble trapping your words inside of your throat. you spin around, heading down the long hallway and to the main bedroom, your red bottoms clicking against the lacquered marble floors.Â
the entire penthouse stands for what being the precious scion of jujutsu society can buy you in a rich city. gojoâs bedroom is nearly the same size as the main living area itself, an open space with high ceilings, glass walls, and warm amber lighting. the furniture is sparse so as to not overwhelm his senses. there is a sitting area of chairs by the big glass windows that display a perfect view of tokyoâs glittery skyline, and a california king bed sits focal in the middle of the room, the memory foam mattress dressed with expensive bamboo sheets the color of rich chocolate.
itâs all familiar to you, a second home, but when the doors shut behind the three of you and youâre truly alone with them, the presence of two powerful sorcerers watching your every move, their lust humming around your body in a chokehold and threatening to devour you whole, makes you feel like youâre walking into this room for the first time.
as expected, gojo wastes no time when the doors are closed. he closes the space between the two of you, pressing the lean line of his stature against your back. you welcome him happily, desperate for his actual touch and not the teasing he does when he wants to make you cry. he lowers his head, pressing featherlight, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder that earns him the tilt of your head to allow him more access, eyelids fluttering shut as he reaches the junction of your neck.Â
âsatoru...â you breathe out his name in the softest of sighs, and he makes a sound that he hears youâ wrapping an arm under your breast as he bares down with his teeth, sucking a bruise into your skin while his fingers pinch the zipper of your dress. dragging it down until the fabric crumples to the floor and youâre the first one completely naked.Â
âis this the real reason you took me to dinner with you, gojo satoru? to get me out of my dress?âÂ
âi donât know what you mean, princess,â he says, and then he twists your body around to face him. cobalt blue orbs drinking down the sight of your naked body, darkening as he watches the way your nipples stiffen under the cold blast of air from the vents overhead. âi can get you out of your dress anytime i want.â
nanami almost rolls his eyes, but finds the restraint not to. he has enough confidence to make himself at home, too, while gojo undresses you. removing his blazer, he folds it neatly over the back of an armchair before moving to the silver drink cart on the other side of the bedroom where your boyfriend keeps alcohol he is too lightweight to actually consume, but you can feel his attention on you even though he makes himself scarce.
âare we being rude?â you whisper, only for satoruâs ears as he thumbs over one of your nipples, swallowing dryly. satoru follows your line of sight to nanami, and scoffs as if youâre being ridiculous.
âdonât worry about him right now. he knows what to do and heâll come over when heâs ready. look at me.â gojo hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your gaze up and forcing you to look up into the twin pools of his blue eyes. at the sight of your plush body, his chest becomes so tight with want that it takes every last ounce of his self restraint to not flip you over, press you into the mattress, and split you on his cock. âthatâs it. keep those pretty eyes on me.âÂ
âattention hog,â you roll your eyes.Â
âgonna be a brat in front of our guest?â he hums, backing up until he sits on the edge of the bed. legs spread so that you can settle in between them. even though youâre no stranger to being naked in front of satoru, you feel exposed with the other man in the room. it doesnât help that nanami is so quiet and observantâ the sharp cut of his stare prickling against your skin from where he stands at the window, sipping dry scotch from the glass he poured himself. just knowing that he is waiting to make his move has your cunt pulsing with need, sweat beading along your hairline.Â
hands resting on gojoâs shoulders, you lift a leg and climb into his lap. his hands drop down to gather the seat of your ass into his palmsâ shamelessly kneading the fat roughly between his fingers before delivering an open-handed smack thatâs so fucking hard it gnashes your teeth together, your cunt clenching desperately around emptiness.
âo-oh-! what was that for-â
âfor neglecting me all night,â he whines, and brings his hand down once moreâ quick, dirty slaps to your ass that bounces off the hollow walls of his bedroom until tears spring to your eyes, a bittersweet mixture of pain and pleasure that you love. âfor holding out on me. not letting me fuck you on top of that table where everyone couldâve watched. for being a smartass.â
âdirty old exhibitionist.âÂ
âdamn right,â he grins, like a madman. edging back on the bed and dragging you with him until youâre straddling his hips now. his cock pressing deliciously up against your pussy through his slacks and somehow, youâre no further in getting what you want than you were back on that fucking train. it frustrates you, knowing that he would rather tease you out than let you sit on it. but you know that satoru is good for it, and the only thing you can do right now is grind your hips down in a slow circle, rubbing a sticky spot into his designer slacks.Â
âthereâs just no satiating you, is there?â he sighs, one hand leaving your ass. thumb dipping between your folds to brush over your clit, the little nub oversensitive, puffy with need, and you squirm at his fleeting touches. âsit on my tongue then, huh? been dying to taste this pretty pussy all night long, angel.âÂ
âbut i want-â your lips part to whine, but gojo sweeps in to kiss you quickly, sucking your bottom lip against his warm tongue that shushes your protests so quickly, itâs embarrassing.Â
âyou want my cock in you, i know,â he drawls, as if he feels sympathetic for youâ as if heâs your liberator and not your executioner. this is nothing for him. oh, heâs plenty aroused. been aching to be buried in your cunt since the beginning of the night, but he could tease you for hours with his relentless touches and mocking words because itâs that much better. heâs a giver, and your pussy is so much sweeter to him when heâs got you swollen with need, cheeks streaked in tears. âor maybe . . . maybe youâre begging for nanamiâs now?âÂ
you feel your heart flip, and youâll never really get used to the feeling of knowing that youâre here, agreeing to get fucked out by your boyfriend and your colleague and theyâre both denying you. head spinning into a dizzy twirl with arousal as you squirm over satoruâs clothed cock, desperate for friction. you try to bat your eyelashes, make it pretty, make him relent into skipping steps. âwant you both, âtoru. need you both. iâve been so good for you, right? i deserve it.âÂ
âyou deserve it, baby. and youâll have us. after you sit on my tongue.â he says, adamant in this.Â
âugh!âÂ
gojo is so nonchalant about it, waiting expectantly for you. despite how confident you are in your sex life with him, itâs one of those positions that youâve always been a little too shy to do often, but itâs hard to even think about refusing the skill of his mouth when he looks like that.
heâs reclining on the bed now, propped up on one elbow with those pretty summer eyes smoldering under wintery lashes and the peaks of his snowy hair falling over his forehead. pressed shirt all wrinkled now with the buttons popped open so that you can see glimpses of his strong chest and the ridges of his toned absâ just beckoning for a pretty girl like you to crawl up his broad chest and smother his face with your plump thighs and intoxicating scent.Â
âwhat if i smother you?â you try one last time but the words sound ridiculous to even you.
âdare you to try,â he taunts, bravado on full volume but he squeezes the flesh of your thigh in reassurance as he reads between the lines of your words; catches the real meaning. âyou shouldnât worry about that, angel. i can take it. know why?âÂ
ânot this again-âÂ
âknow why?â he insists, like a bratty child.
you roll your eyes, but an endearing smile cuts through the thread of anxiety worming its way into your confidence. gojoâs talkative nature isnât always annoyingâ sometimes, he knows exactly the right thing to say. âbecause youâre the strongest?âÂ
âthatâs my girl. now get up here already. nanami is getting impatient.âÂ
nodding, you listen to him. inching up his body until your thighs cage in the handsome angles of his face, those striking azures glittering like gems between your legs as he smirks up at you like heâs got the best seat in the fucking house when in reality, itâs you.Â
you screw your eyes shut as gojo leans forward, bracing yourself for that first warm lick of his tongue over your sensitive nervesâÂ
but instead of putting his mouth on you, the sorcerer presses his nose right up against your mound and takes a long, lewd whiff of your pussyâ the sweet and sour musk of your slick clinging to the curls at your mound, filling his nostrils with a heady scent that makes a hoarse whine stumble out of his chest.Â
âyouâre so gross, satoru! behave-â you squeal, reaching down to tug painfully at the messy white strands of hair on his head, but the twinge of pain that shoots through his skull only causes him to grunt even more in pleasure.Â
âand you smell like heaven, angel.â his nose nudges against your clit as he licks a long, rough stripe up the length of your slit. heâs not surprised that you taste as sweet as you smell eitherâ you always do. sticky honey smearing all over the inner parts of your thighs and he makes sure it coats his tastebuds just as good too, appeasing your pretty cunt with starter flits that makes you grow hot.Â
one of his hands trail up your tummy, landing right on one of your tits. he twists your nipple between the rough pad of his thumb, a whimper choking off at the base of your throat at the pinch.
pleasure blooms slow between your hips. itâs so gentle, so deceiving that you almost forget who youâre fucking. gojo satoru is never really gentle . . . sometimes he forgets youâre not as strong as him, that you can fall apart at the seams if he fucks you the right way. heâs just warming up, and you fall for it every time. relaxing into his grasp, a rabbit ensnared. letting him lick you into submission, and by the time you begin to squirm, intending to run from his oncoming onslaught, your boyfriend is locking you into place with his strong arms roping around your thighs.Â
giving you no choice in it but to curl your fingers around the headboard in front of you and endure another round of the cruel pleasure awaiting you.Â
âf-fuck, i could drink you dry,â he whispers under his breath, the low rumble of his baritone muffled by the press of your puffy pussy smooshed against his full lips, the vibrations tightening your hips with stinging jolts of arousal.Â
youâre still so sensitive, gummy and docile in his grasp. body too tense and unable to move as gojoâs sadistic streak kicks in and takes advantage of your weakened state. he stiffens the tip of his tongue to a hard point, wriggling it right under the hood of your clit where he laps over the oversensitive, used nerves before suctioning the nub into his mouth so tight that you can feel the pull in the veins underneath. it burns. itâs everything. heat seething molten in the pit of your tummy, behind the skin of your clit, up the base of your spine.Â
âgentle... s-satoru, gentle. iâm so sensitive-âÂ
âtake it for me, baby. just for a little while.âÂ
gojo satoru eats pussy like itâs his breakfast of champions, like heâll lose his mind and wage wars on the streets of tokyo if he doesnât begin every morning and end every night with his snowy head buried between your thighs. heâs so messy with it too, spitting and smacking to wet up your pussy. saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, into the collar of his shirtâ unbothered that the lower half of his face is glossed up in your honeyed juices as his hands force your hips into a slow grind over his lips and tongue.Â
and then, as if youâre not already burning from the inside out, your breaths choke off in your throat when he suddenly drags his tongue down, lapping over the entrance to your drooling cunt before he pushes it up into you.Â
âo-oh- oh my god.âÂ
even though itâs nothing more than bothersome pressure, it feels so fucking good that it makes you want to collapse. thighs trembling and burning with the effort to hold up your weight. gojo makes languid, hungry pushes of the soft muscle against your walls that has you whimpering and gasping out. hips jerking as you forget yourself, bouncing down on his tongue like youâre fucking on his cock. and itâs exactly what he wanted, tooâ his moan is ragged, full of approval. cock throbbing against the tent in his slacks at the little sounds you make.Â
youâre so caught up in the feeling of gojo fucking you with his tongue, eyes squeezed shut and knuckles aching around the grip you have on the headboard, that you had forgotten all about the other man in the room until heâs standing right next to the bed. his glass of scotch held in one hand while the other reaches for you, two fingers tucking under your chin to force you to look at him.Â
nanamiâs gaze roams all over your body. from the swell of your breasts to the tremble in your thighs as your tight cunt twitches around gojoâs tongue. your skin prickles over with goosebumps, swallowing nervously under his open scrutiny. his history with satoru and his apparent crush on you aside, you wonder what he thinks of you now? if such a proper, virtuous gentleman can keep up with insatiable freaks writhing on the bed in front of him.Â
will he still dream about holding your hand on tuscan beaches after watching you grind on satoruâs face while begging nanami to touch you with big, pretty eyes, whimpering his name for mercy?Â
ânuh-nanami-san, please-âÂ
âkento,â he murmurs, correcting you. and he doesnât need the liquid courageâ nanami kento is a man full of surety, but he drains the last dregs of his scotch anyway. âaddress me as kento tonight.âÂ
âkento,â you breathe and nod, like a good girl. âwant you now. want somethinâ in my mouth.âÂ
visibly shivering at the sound of his given name leaving your lips, at your pleas, the ex-salaryman sets the empty glass down on the nightstand and then heâs reaching for you again. he traces your face, and then the underside of your breasts. his gaze briefly dips between your legs, too. and something in you stirs at the heated look that passes between the two men youâre in between. intense coffee brown meeting mischievous ocean blue before gojo smirks and looks away first to put his attention back on you as his tongue spears up against your sensitive spot, flicking and wriggling against it to spread warmth all along your hipbones and make you cry out desperately.Â
reaching forward with greedy hands, you grip onto the front of kentoâs dress shirt, needing a distraction from the tight coil winding slow in your gut. you tug him down to an angle where you can meet his pretty lips in a messy kiss.Â
though you may have been the one to initiate it, nanami overpowers you easily. he makes the blood rush from your head, leaving you dizzy as he indulges you with his tongue. pausing to kiss over your jaw, sighing soft in the back of his throat like heâs coming home after waiting years to be able to fucking do this. itâs an overwhelming feeling, having one man lick into your mouth while the other challenges your sanity with his tongue against your pussy, his only goal to have you gush all over his face.
âfinally,â kento breathes hotly, cupping your cheeks gently in his big hands as he kisses along the corner of your mouth, nipping at your upper lip like he can barely hold himself back to speak, his big hands palming your breasts. âi can become acquainted with this sweet mouth of yours without that one interrupting.âÂ
but oh, he shouldnât have said that.Â
gojo grunts in offense, but he doesnât dare stop when youâre so close. if anything, it makes him worse. his hand replaces his mouth, and you barely have time to protest before he pushes three long fingers into your sopping pussy, curling them and fucking them back and forth with a quick pace that makes you ache, the tip of his tongue back to wriggling under the hood of your clit to spear right against those burning nerves again, causing you to thrash and bite down on nanamiâs bottom lip, orgasm cresting too fucking fast, washing down over you like a strong tide ready to wipe out your mindâ
âgive me one right now, and iâll let nanami fuck your mouth. come on, angel face, give it here-âÂ
âs-satoru, donât-!â it would be a scream, but nanami drinks it down in a kiss. breath stolen right from your lungs as gojo forces the orgasm out of you, clenching and squelching so violently your cunt pushes his fingers out and you splash wetness all over the lower half of his face even though your clamp your knees together and try to hold it. tremors lock up the muscles of your thighs, and the pleasure chokes you out. high swirling in your head. you feel swollen, fucked out in the aftermath. knowing that satoru did it to prove a point, and not for your pleasure because youâre barely satisfied from it. your fingers are tangled in kentoâs shirt, nearly tearing the fabric as satoru smirks victoriously between your thighs with his face soaking wet.
you push his head away from you weakly, but you know that he wonât let you off with just one.Â
you donât want him to.Â
ây-you didnât have to force it,â you whine, still shaking. âi fucking hate you.âÂ
âthat wasnât very kind, sweetheart,â kento is the one who speaks next, clucking his tongue. and youâre not sure if heâs talking about you insulting gojo, tearing his shirt, or nearly biting his lip in half or all three. but his lips look so fucking good all bitten and swollen, a dollop of blood pooling where you broke the skin that you ignore his scolding. at least until nanami takes your hand, pressing it firmly against the crotch of his slacksâ letting you get a feel of just how painfully stiff his cock feels underneath the fabric.
âi expect that apology i was promised now.âÂ
god, you donât need to be told twice.Â
watching nanami through fluttering eyelashes, you work through unbuttoning his shirt and pants. the buckle of his designer belt clinks as you wriggle them down his hips just enough to free his cock. you canât help the whine that leaves you, breath leaving your chest in a whistle at the way it slaps against his abdomen. itâs pretty. he hisses at that first contact of your hand wrapping around the base, moving it out of the way as you lean forward to press a kittenish kiss to his sharp, defined hipbone.Â
âyour cock is almost as handsome as the rest of you,â you breathe, voice the weight of a sirenâs call. âcan i taste it?âÂ
oh, you could pull him underneath the sea with the way youâre looking at him. he barely gives you a nod, and you smile. only a man as pristine as nanami would look this dignified with his pants tucked under his ass cheeks and his expensive shirt hanging off his shoulders, barely held out of the way as you stroke him slow from root to tip, wetting your palm with his sticky precum, opaque over your fingers for an easier slide.Â
itâs not surprising that he is beautiful everywhere. a dusting of sandy hair on his defined chest and a sculpted adonis belt that tapers off into a pale and veiny cock. itâs not too long, slightly curved up towards his naval. perfectly heavy and thickâ weighing your wrist down with body and strain. it feels scandalous and forbidden, like you shouldnât be here stroking another manâs cock while your boyfriend watches, but then you remember that he is enjoying this most of all.Â
âput your mouth on him, angel,â gojo instructs suddenly, pressing sticky kisses along your inner thigh to remind you of his presence. he barely sounds winded, nipping bruises into your pillowy skin as his salacious gaze locks onto the visual of your hand working over nanamiâs leaking cock. âiâm almost done down here.âÂ
with that, he suckles your puffy clit back into his mouth. his throat flexing as he drinks down the pretty juices leftover. your hips jerk in surprise, but you try your best not to fall. to focus on your part in all of this. you grip onto nanamiâs hip for purchase as your swollen lips part for the dripping, thick tip of his cock. sheathing your teeth like gojo taught you and sucking nanami between them slow, letting the 7:3 sorcerer feel the warm slide of your cheeks, fulfilling his darkest little desire of getting to fuck your mouth.Â
and nanami hates to admit it, but gojo satoru being there to witness it, all six eyes on him, is like an added summer bonus.Â
nanami is such a patient man. he would never think about forcing your pace, but he does place his hand on the top of your head, gently rubbing his thumb over your soft hair. it makes you want to please him further, sinking the tight ring of your mouth down on him until he grunts. the rough texture of your tongue scraping against the sensitive underside of his cock. youâre always such a good girl when it comes to sucking dick that satoru feels that familiar lick of envy burn fury-green in his sternum at the thought of his own erection sitting neglected in his slacks, but he wouldnât miss the sight of his darling angel struggling to fit nanamiâs girth fully into your little mouth even if the world was burning.Â
âdonât suck him in like that or heâll cum too fast and ruin it for all of us.âÂ
youâre about to reel back, smart off and tell gojo that you know how to properly suck a man off, that youâve brought his ass to snot and tears with your mouth before, but something in your belly warms with lust instead and your words die under the weight of nanamiâs cock pressing your tongue down as you remember what gojo said on the train. that maybe heâs instructing you because he already knows what makes nanamiâs knees weak. that those pretty pink lips of your boyfriendâs have been right where yours are now. stretched obscenely around nanamiâs thick cock, tongue flicking over the slit of his leaking head, swallowing like a good boy when the 7:3 sorcerer paints his throat whiteâ
oh.Â
âthatâs it,â kento murmurs under his breath, low and gravelly. ruined. he bends at the waist, cupping your cheeks in his big hands, thumb brushing over the bulged outline of his girth pushing against your cheeks as you suckle around him. âi dreamt of this. laid awake at night thinking of how you would look when i touch you, how you would look with your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.â he thinks he was a fool for saying that he does not praise or disparage, because he canât help himself now. how can he not praise you, sweet, perfect you, when youâre suckling on him like that? staring up at him through coquettish eyelashes with a mouth so fucking molten, it makes his stomach churn.
heâs almost nauseous in his pleasure. huffing out low groans as you bob once, twice, swallow around the tip of his cock and repeat. trapping nanami in an endless cycle that makes his knees buckle out. falling too fast for the hot brand around him that burns straight through his skin. eventually, he has to draw back. huff out a groan as he lets himself slip out with a wet pop. âstick your tongue out for me, love. say ah.âÂ
curling your tongue down to your chin, smiling impishly when the sight makes him groan. he moves forward after a moment of reprieve, slapping the heavy tip of his cock against your flattened tongueâ smearing sticky precum all over the surface. you barely have time to swallow it down, slide his sweet taste down your throat before he cups your cheeks in warning and his hips surge forward. widening your eyes in surprise as he widens your jaw at the same time.Â
nanami kento isnât at all what you expected. you figured he would be gentle and slow with you, almost boring in his romanticism. but your hands fly to his hipbones as your throat flexes and you choke around the thick stretch your colleague lodges down your esophagus.Â
âthatâs it. let me in.â he whispers, and he makes the words sound like heaven when heâs committing sin. youâre only granted a moment to breathe when he springs back, grunting deep in his chest as you part so obediently for him. spit bubbling down your chin, pooling to drip between your breasts and onto satoruâs cheek where he distractedly plays with your clit underneath. your jaw aches, but you let him bruise your throat without complaint.Â
âfuck, fuck. youâre so good for him, baby. canât wait to feel that pretty throat struggling âround my cock too.âÂ
âyouâre neglecting her, satoru.â nanami chastises above the volume of your wet gurgles and gargles, jaw locked tight in pure pleasure. he places his hand on your shoulder, bearing down to add weight and force you back onto gojoâs waiting tongue. your boyfriend smirks against your skin, encircling his lips around one of your puffy folds, nibbling it with his teeth before he laves you with long, wet stripes of his tongue. it becomes a push and pull of how long they can tease you. every heated lick at your frayed, overstimulated nerves and every thrust of nanamiâs cock against the gummy patch of your throat threatens to make you faint.Â
âpw-pleashe-â you blubber around the stretch of nanami fucking into your mouth, fluttering your teary lashes up at himâ hiccupping desperate gulps of air into your lungs when nanami eases his hips back immediately, pulling off your tongue so that he can listen to your sweet pleas.Â
âi think she has something to say,â satoru muses as nanami wipes his thumb over your lips to wipe away the dribbles of spit drooling down your chin and connecting you to the flushed, aching head of his cock.Â
âwhat is it, love? go on.âÂ
âi canât take it anymore. please please please-âÂ
âbeen thinking âbout it since we left that restaurant, huh?â gojo swipes an indulgent, selfish lick of his tongue over your clit one last time before heâs lifting you off of him and moving out from under your body, letting you settle amongst the pillows instead as he kneels on the bed. âyouâve been nothing but an angel for us tonight so how can i deny you?âÂ
you should be embarrassed the way your heart leaps in anticipation, heat swarming in your belly and you shamelessly open your legs for him, but satoru doesnât move an inch to touch you.
youâre convinced he enjoys watching you suffer when he moves to stand behind nanami instead, resting his chin on the younger manâs shoulder so that he can look down the long expanse of his torso while he boldly curls his fingers around nanamiâs cock with a firm grip, just to make his entire body pitch forward with a startled gruntâ
âgojo-âÂ
âlook how hard youâve got him, princess,â he muses gleefully, bright eyes shining as he swipes the wide pad of his thumb over the head of nanamiâs cock. and you canât help but look, watching the way clear precum bubbles out of the slit and smears between the joints of satoruâs fingers as he strokes him slowly. nanamiâs cheeks flush, his lips parting on a groan before he seems to remember himself and clenches his teeth.
youâre reaching down before you know it, slipping a hand between your own thighs and petting two fingers over your folds but satoruâs gaze whips over to you so fast your heart drops to your gut, his eyes darkening as he catches you with a red hand. âdonât you dare, you little slut. wait your turn.âÂ
he waits until you nod meekly, move your hand and curl your fists to your chest and then heâs back to his task.
satoruâs hand is different, itâs always been like that. while your touch had been soft, warm, unfamiliarâ satoruâs is intense and vivid, like a bad memory. his palm is calloused friction as he drags his hand up the thick length of nanamiâs cock, spreading your leftover spit into his skin. no kind of rhythm in his movement, just enough to make the blond manâs hips buck forward before heâs ripping his hand away and chuckling to himself.
âyou just couldnât wait to get your hands on my cock,â nanami bites out through gritted teeth.Â
âyouâre right,â gojo purrs, a teasing grin on his lips, and then his attention slides to you. âi think nanami wants to fuck you first, sugar.â
at this point, you could care less who gets there firstâ as long as youâre given what you want the most. glancing at gojo with watery eyes, you look over at him for approval. wondering if heâll edge you to the brim and snatch it away from you again, but he nods, giving you a soft look that melts your insides to goo. âiâll admit, iâm reluctant. iâve been dying to get into this pretty little cunt all night long, but iâm gonna be nice and put you both out of your miseries.âÂ
âiâve got something else you can do for me, anyway,â he continues. his nimble fingers move to pop the button on his own slacks then, sliding them down with little effort. he isnât wearing any underwear, and you swallow greedily around a dried-out tongue as you get your first glimpse of the night of his pretty cock. it bobs outâ flushed bubblegum pink and pearling at the tip between strong thighs frosted over by white peach fuzz. unfortunately, you donât get a chance to reach out and wrap your fingers around it because nanami is crowding your space, letting you breathe in the spicy scent of his expensive aftershave.Â
âyouâre so eager to do whatever he asks. will you do the same for me tonight?â he wonders, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and mussed hair.Â
demure in the way you press your knees further apart until they brush the sheets, making room for his hips to slot in between them. scooting into his lap until your ass cheeks nudge against the wet tip of his cockâ legs draped over his muscled thighs so that he can see everything. nanamiâs eyes droop down, raking desperately over that pretty little cunt of yours. he swallows, the knot in his throat bobbing under the thin skin before he reaches down to spread your slit apart, all slicked and gooey in strings of wet and the remnants of satoruâs spit.Â
âsuch a pretty pussy,â nanami breathes out the compliment like a prayer, like heâll die if he doesnât bury himself in your cunt within the next few minutes. âbut i didnât think you were so tight here.â he marvels, the tip of his cock just barely slipping past your entrance and catching. âhow you manage to take that idiot is beyond me.âÂ
âthat almost sounds like a compliment,â gojo quips, but his sky blue attention is distracted between your legs.Â
itâs funny how a simple night out to a birthday dinner for principle gakuganji turned out like thisâ with your stoic, antisocial colleague wrapping his veined hands around your squishy thighs and laying the length of his cock, fat and leaking, on the top of your puffy mound to compare the difference.
the man in front of you is nothing like your quiet colleague. where you expected soft serve missionary and whispered praises from him, you got a fucking size kink and him sucking his cheeks against his teeth before letting a warm glob of spit trail from his mouth to drizzle onto his cock. itâs lewd, how he lets it cool there, watching it spread down the side until it drips onto your pussy as you squirm under the perverted scrutiny from both men. he grips the base of his cock and taps the tip against your clit to make you squirm, smearing his spit as he moves.Â
âkento,â you breathe, the tight ring of your cunt twitching because heâs so fucking close to where you want him. âfuck me already.âÂ
âbe patient, love,â he coos, and you feel the calloused pad of his thumb shift from holding your folds open to dipping his thumb into your cunt briefly, making you jump. âhow long does satoru usually make you wait and beg for what you want?âÂ
âtoo long. oh, heâs so cruel to me, kento,â you simper, batting those wet eyelashes to get your way, your hands grasping at nanamiâs tapered hips.Â
âiâm not like that,â he reassures. âif you want something, iâll provide it for you.âÂ
and then, nanamiâs hips angle down before sinking forward, the push of his cock spreading the walls of your cunt apart agonizingly slow.
ânghhhh-â Â
it feels like heaven, and both of you let out a groan. itâs everything nanami dreamed of. pleasure scrapes up his spine, numbing everything else around him and burning his nerves raw until all he can feel is your pussy, splitting open nice and sweet for him.
âso good for me, just a little more,â nanami clenches his jaw, fingers digging into your hips as his lidded eyes stare down at your pretty faceâ eyes wide and swollen lips suspended in a silent moan.Â
immediately though, nanami knows that youâll be a fucking problem. for all your begging for him, you donât take it well. heâs barely in as it is, only just past the fat, flushed crown and youâre already choking on gasps and gurgles. slipping out of his grasp and scrambling further up the bed, running to gojoâ running away from that first, twinging stretch of the blunt weight of nanamiâs wide cockhead.Â
âoh, no you donât- where are you runninâ off to, sugar?â satoru is the one who reaches down, hooking his hand behind your knee and keeping your leg pinned open for nanami, halfheartedly twisting a fist over the head of his own cock as he watches the other sorcerer force himself through the tight walls of your pussy.
âgod, fuck-!â you whine, pressing your forehead against gojoâs knee.Â
âwhatâs wrong? is this not what you begged me for? begged us both for?âÂ
ây-yeah, but i- c-canât take it. âs too big, ken. w-wonât fit.â
ânow youâre just flattering me to get what you want, love,â he murmurs, voice soothing over your frayed nerves like melted chocolate; his soft, nasally voice vibrates against your skin as he dips his head down, pressing his lips to the valley between your sweaty breasts before angling his head to wrap his lips around one of your peaked nipples. âdonât you worry now, iâll make sure it fits. iâll make sure you take every inch of my cock.â
you hate that his words sound oddly reassuring, like heâs soothing a frightened animalâ like heâs not wider, heavier than satoru when he reels back before fucking himself into you again, to the hilt this time. snorting under his breath when your knees close up, clacking violently against his hips. your first instinct is to push him out, thighs shaking with the effort to take him but heâs sinking with so much weight that it knocks the breath out of your lungs, giving you no choice but to let him split you open.
gojo doesnât even try to hide the fact that he is enjoying your struggle. heâs scratching the itch of a longtime kink of his, mumbling to himself like a madman about how you look so fucking hot like this, how you take nanami like the good girl you are. this is exactly what he wanted, and he always gets what he wants; but itâs what you wanted too. you wanted satoru to watch the way you thrash against the sheets, the way your pretty lips part to moan your coworkerâs nameâ how fucking beautiful you look arching your back off the bed, hair splayed out on the pillows with another manâs cock fucking inside you.
âhow does he feel, angel?âÂ
âso big, s-so fucking wide-!â you squeal, your words hiccupping off into a throaty moan, âi canât-âÂ
âwhy donât you be a big girl for nanami? show him how good you are at taking cock, baby,â satoru purrs, stroking his hand across your soft cheek. you nod a little, bite down on your lip, curling your fists into the sheets as nanami fucks steady, raw soreness against the walls of your cunt. the soft swell of your breasts bouncing with each calculated, hard thrust. you muffle the sounds you make against satoruâs knee, but nanami seems to enjoy your gasping cries. practically cooing in response each time he drags one out of you.Â
âshow him that you can take two at once.âÂ
before you can comprehend what he means, kento is the one who pauses his strokes, encapsulating your hips in his big hands before he tips you onto your side to give satoru easier access. itâs strange, seeing two men who donât get along work together to fuck you to tears but it also warms your cunt, a feverish flush traversing through your veins because theyâre taking care of you so well. nanami hooks your ankle over his shoulder, bending you until the joints in your hips ache and then he fucks back in, his blunt fingernails digging bloody moons into the doughy skin of your thighs at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him up once more.Â
when gojo shifts his hips forward, you know what he wants and you loll out your tongue like a good girl, waiting until your boyfriend wraps his fingers around the back of your head, spindly digits tangling in your hair painfully as he guides your head forward, running your tongue across the leaking slit of his cock, let you gather up his precum on your tastebuds. groaning. sucking in his gut as you let him use your mouth for his pleasure, letting him control you like a little rag doll. and when he tugs on your hair, your swollen lips close around the tip of his cock, suckling on it obediently. whining when you suck just right and the salty taste of his watery precum coats your tongue.Â
âlook at you, youâre filthy,â nanami mutters, and though the degradation should smart, it makes your hips buck up against his in response because nanami says it with so much fucking veneration, it sounds like heâs praying to god. âi should have known because of who youâre dating, but look. at. you- youâre worse than he is. thrashing all over my cock while you suck another.âÂ
âk-kento-âÂ
you donât need a mirror to know how you look under them. vixenish. a thing out of fantasy, a greedy little cockslut happily splitting open those honey thighs for one man while your pretty mouth is wide open for another; wedged between both of them to be used for their pleasure.
and you couldnât be happierâ you dip low, tonguing at the seam of satoruâs balls, spit congregating at the corner of your lips before he shakes his head, cheeks candy cane red and blue eyes lidded. fingers tightening in your hair with a brutal twist of his wrist, hips fucking forward to sink himself further into your mouth.Â
âf-fuck, sweet girl. just like that.âÂ
nanamiâs watching the entire thing, his gaze fixated on the two of you as you suck gojo greedily between your lips. his heart thumps wild, and he canât help but fuck a little harder at the sight, a little faster, a little meaner, because he knows what youâre tasting right now from experience. salt and sugar at the tip, precum gathering against your tongue that never ends because satoru is messy. his throat dries up, sandy hair falling over his forehead as he tucks his chin against his chest and forces his eyes shut.Â
âhow does she feel, nanami?â satoru goads, voice breathless, lidded eyes flickering to the man fucking between your legs. âbetter than me?âÂ
âbetter than you ever have. look how easy sheâs opening up for me,â nanami shoots at the white-haired man, his fingers holding one side of your pussy open so both men can watch nanamiâs cock slide in and out, your cunt expanding to take him with each sink before squeezing down when he presses deep. heâs made a mess of you alreadyâ the thick root of his cock coated in a ring of white cream, flecks of it splattered over his lower abdomen.
itâs too muchâ fuck, he can barely keep his composure. heâs losing control and itâs too much and thatâs why nanami does it. heâs overwhelmed. you run too hot, and his gut feels like itâs on fire. each sink of his heavy cock against the warm, squishy walls of your cunt, combined with satoruâs low groans and the sound of you choking around his cock up front threatens to send him over the edge too early. thatâs why nanamiâs honey eyes darken, why he reaches for satoruâ gripping him hard by the nape of his neck and tugging him forward.Â
gojo grunts in surprise as nanami yanks him in, but it isnât as if he doesnât want to go; as if he doesnât want to chase the thread nanami is weaving right now. they barely share a heated look before gojo dips his head, locking them into a kiss.Â
the first thing that crosses your mind is that itâs so fucking hot, and the second is that the way they kiss each other is not the gentle way they coaxed you into letting them explore your mouth. they arenât delicate with each other, and you should not have expected them to be.
gojo usually has so much control over nanamiâ being a stronger sorcerer than him, dominating the conversations they have by annoying him to no endâ but when they kiss, itâs different. nanami grips the back of gojoâs neck in a vice, keeping him in place while his long fingers tangle in the short strands of nanamiâs hair. itâs all heated licks into satoruâs mouth, lewd sucks against nanamiâs tongue. like theyâve waited so fucking long to do this again. one drunk on your pussy and the other drugged out on your throat as they kiss each other vigorously.Â
their lips are wet with spit, and at one point gojo bites down on nanamiâs tongue hard enough to nick it, groaning at the metallic tang that rides over his taste. you donât miss how nanamiâs hips drive into you harder after that, forcing his grunts down gojoâs throat as punishment.Â
if you had any doubts that they had done this before, you donât have them now. itâs obvious in their chemistry, and though the thoughts swirl in your mind, you donât feel jealousy as they tongue into each otherâs mouths. no matter what, you are the center of satoruâs world and nothing will change that. instead, itâs hotter like this, seeing the two of them kiss each other. knowing the three of you are sharing each other.Â
âwho told you that you could stop?â kentoâs gaze flickers to you, head tilted down and directing the question at you. his chest rises and falls in a desperate heave as satoru mouths a path across the sharp cut of the ex-salarymanâs jawline to the long, toned expanse of his neck. leaving aubergine nips and bites along the smooth olive skin there that nanami hisses at.Â
you had been so caught up in watching them that you donât even remember stopping. youâre almost too fucked out to function yourselfâ to keep up with the only task you had besides laying there and taking cock, but your cheeks warm as nanami scolds you for slacking off. at some point, you had pulled off of satoruâs cock, rubbing your spit against his skin with a halfhearted, lazy handjob. neglecting your poor boyfriend to watch them kiss. nanamiâs hand drops, gripping the back of your head and forcing you to swallow satoruâs cock once more. you suck him in quick, gurgling spit and precum and air in a dirty choke as the warmth catches him off guard and his hips snap forward too fast, the tip of his cock brushing against the fleshy patch at the back of your throat and gagging you out.Â
âgood girl, f-fuck. youâre so good for me, so good, so fuckinâ good,â oh, he sounds like heâs almost sobbing.Â
as you pull him further in, a hot brand suctioning around the girth of his cock at the same time nanami boldly scrapes a fingernail over one of his nipples. itâs enough stimulation, enough overwhelming pleasure that he feels a lurch in his gut, a kick in his balls and then heâs withdrawing almost as fast as he buried himself in, pulling his cock off your tongue at an almost reluctant pace, a string of spit connecting you to his flushed tip. Â
âneed a minute. canât cum yet,â he expels a deep breath of relief, grinning at you lopsidedly and bending at the waist to kiss your puffy lipsâ groaning when he tastes his musk on your tongue. but itâs obvious that gojo satoru isnât tapping out of his own game.
instead, he stretches out on his belly and suckles one of your nipples into his mouth, pulling the little nub so hard onto his tongue that you feel your eyes wet up at the sensation, walls clenching around nanami with a gasp. he quickly grows bored, though. hand trailing down your tummy until you jump in oversensitivity as his fingers shift through your spread slit, the pad of his thumb rubbing against your puffy, sore clit as nanami sinks in and out of your pussy.
you whine, wanting to cum so desperately that your lashes are wet with frustrated tears, grinding against each of nanamiâs thrusts, euphoric dopamine filling your brain each time his fat cock fucks right against that sweet spot inside of you.Â
âgojo-san, behave,â nanami warns suddenly, already knowing what the snowy-haired sorcerer is up to. gojo just grins, and then his fingers are dipping a little further, a dangerous glint in his eye that makes your heart sink.Â
âaw, come on, spoilsport. i just wanna see how your cock feels inside my girl,â he says innocently, but his smirk betrays his intentions completely. you hiss through your teeth as satoru fishhooks a finger into your pussy, thrusting it right alongside nanamiâs cock and tugging, stretching you out even further.
âo-oh-â you keen, and then your boyfriend is leaning down and licking a broad stripe over the length of your slit, hardening the point of his tongue to flick it rapidly against your clit, the heady scent of sex filling his nostrils, making him lightheaded.
you squeak out in surprise, fingers flying to grip his hair, acrylics digging into his scalp because youâre so delirious with pleasure now, fucked out and so so fullâ walls twitch and clench with each weighted thrust of nanamiâs cock, the forked ridges of the veins along the shaft dragging against your nerves, slick squelching out of your stretched hole to drip down the middle of your ass cheeks.Â
âlook at me while iâm fucking you, darling,â nanami beckons for your attention and you give it to him, looking up at him with misty, lidded eyes. âthere we go, thereâs my pretty girl,â he croons and he knows that he shouldnât stake a claim on you like thisâ youâll be back in satoruâs arms soon enough, youâll never belong to him, after all, but he canât help himself; his hand petting your cheek affectionately as he fucks into you. âyouâre going to make me cum soon, love. gonna make me fill up this perfect little cunt. do you want that?â
âyes-! want your cum, kento. want it so bad.â Â
âthatâs right, darling. let me hear it. let me hear you scream my fucking name in front of your boyfriend.âÂ
âwant you to cum inside me, k-kento. wanna cum with you. f-fuck me, it feels so good-!â you plea, and the beginnings of an orgasm stirs in your tummyâ warmth spreading all over the nerves of your clit and building until you can feel it right on the edge, so close that tears bubble up in your pretty eyes because you want it so fucking bad. all it would take is for nanami to fuck into you at the right angle, for gojo to crook the fingers he still has inside of you and press up against that sweet spot and make you fall apart underneath them.Â
but you should have expected that gojo satoru would have other plans. his tongue innocently flicking out against your clit until he moves down, mouth widening a little further so that when nanami reels his hips all the way back and plunges forward, itâs not your cunt that nanami sinks into, itâs satoruâs mouth. pretty pouty lips closing around the head of nanamiâs cock at the last minute, hollowing his cheeks out, sucking him all the way to the back of his throat like a fucking professionalâ
âwhat the- fuck,â a guttural grunt of surprise is punched out of nanami that sounds so deep, so ruined that it rattles your teeth, his entire body trembling at the hot suction swallowing around his cock and heâs lost to it, no chance of fighting it or scolding satoru for the dirty trickâ he simply grips the back of his head roughly, burying himself down the sorcererâs throat as he spurts white ropes of cum onto gojoâs tongue, forcing him to drink every fucking drop.Â
nanami heaves in the aftermath, barely able to catch his breath. âcan you ever get through the day without being a freak?âÂ
âkeep degrading me,â gojo sighs before he grips your cheeks, squishing them between the pads of his fingers until your tongue pushes out from the pressure and he can lean over your body, lolling out his own tongue and drizzling a thick strand of his spit and nanamiâs leftover seed from his mouth into your own, bringing a moan to your lips as your hips thrash. you make a show of playing with itâ spreading white it over the surface of your tongue before you swallow eagerly, whining needily as his cum slides down your throat. âit makes my dick even harder.â
âi didnât get to cum,â you pout.
âsorry, princess,â he doesnât sound apologetic at all when he looks down his nose at you, shrugging one broad shoulder. âcanât let you have all the fun. donât worry, though. iâm going to take care of you.âÂ
you would be lying if you said your stomach didnât lurch at the promise.Â
youâre vaguely aware that the two of them are switching places, eyes too blurry with clouds to see for sure until nanami sits back against the large headboard and pulls you into a half-seated position so that youâre leaning against his chest and his strong arm is encircled around your middle as satoru nudges your cum streaked thighs apart. your eyes are lidded, but you still can see him brush his fingers over your used pussy before he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, unforgiving and no further warning before he presses inside of you.
heat washes over your entire body, your belly aching as youâre filled up to the brim once again. where nanami was thicker, satoru is everythingâ overwhelming, all consuming. making your eyes slam shut during that first push every time, unable to help your high pitched whines as he forces you to take every last inch of his cock.
ânot gonna say ât-toru itâs too muchâ for me like you did nanami? i must be losing my touch,â he sneers, mocking you with a condescending coo, his eyes rolling down when he bottoms out inside of you.
âf-⊠god. f-fuck you.â
âanything for you.â
satoru isnât interested in teasing any longer, not when heâs been on edge for hours. the unruly, hard rhythm of his fucking has you squirming on his cock quick, each thrust knocking you against nanamiâs bare chestâ giving you nowhere to run. it hurts, but itâs so good. your cunt too sensitive after being used all night long like this, but you would be lying if you said you didnât love it.
âbe good for him, darling,â nanami encourages, and you think you could get used to the way he holds youâ his lips pressed against the temple of your head, his breath hot against your skin as he presses the softest of kisses there, contrasted with the brutal lashings of satoruâs fucking.Â
you nod dumbly, letting yourself be wrapped in nanamiâs strong arms as satoru fucks in and out, relentless in his strokes, keeping that familiar ache in the pit of your belly. his hips press against yours as he grinds the tip of his cock against the entrance to your womb and he knows heâs too deep when you wince, when your fingernails scratch against his tapered v-line to beg for mercy so he compromises, drawing back until he can see the foam streaking his cock.
âpuh-please, âtoru,â you pant out, guttural and desperate so satoru falls over you, groaning into your shoulder as he does exactly what you askedâ slamming his cock into you. making you cry out in surprise as he fucks deep once more, pulses of pleasure burning through your body and making your legs clamp around his hips.
âi-i canât-â you whine, squeezing your thighs together, but satoru holds you open, not taking your complaints, pressing you down further against nanami so that itâs impossible to escape the dirty onslaught of his cock. âmuch- too much-!â
âoh, now you say it, â satoru growls out, rolling his hips. âtoo late. cum for me and iâll stop. come on, sweet baby. cum on my cock.â
you can tell that heâs losing it too, the friction almost too much to bear for you both. wrapping your arms around satoruâs neck and clinging to him, you bite your lips to muffle the gasps and moans trying to escape as the heat stirring in your belly is almost to bursting now, a rubber band pulled taut and ready to snap.Â
nanami ducks a hand between the wet slide of your bodies, pushing his middle finger against your clit. rubbing in quick circles and you mewl, squirming and thrashing against them both. âdo what he says, cum for him.â and you try to hold it, try to last a little longer but itâs no use; the three of you are pressed against each other beautifully and the room feels hazy and hot, suffocating everything else until your pleasure is sharpened to a bright point, until you can feel nothing but them. raw pulses. inner walls spasming against satoruâs cock as he thrusts against you, fucking against that spot inside you until it feels sore, his balls slapping against the fat of your ass cheeks each time he sinks into you.Â
âi-iâm gâna cum, oh f-fuck, iâm gonna cum-!âÂ
âoh, there we go,â satoru groans as he fights through the tight squeeze of your walls, like youâre late and heâs tired of waiting.
your vision dots with black stars, screams echoing off the walls of the room in gojoâs penthouse before your back arches and youâre gone, squirting as your swollen walls clamp desperately around satoruâs cock; drenching the sheets below as you gush all over them both, sniffling as the force of your orgasm forces hot tears to spill from your eyes that gojo and nanami bend down to lick away from your cheeks.
satoru follows close behind, his own climax hitting him like a fucking trainâ groaning as buries himself deep to cream your cunt with his thick cum. the sight of the two of you, so pretty and filthy as you cling to each other, makes nanami cum again too. completely untouched, spurting hot seed against your lower back where he holds you up.
it feels like forever before your eyes flutter open and when they do, you look up at nanami, his face flushed and hair mussed out of the confines of his hair gel. then, your eyes slide down to gojo who is looking utterly pleased with himself. he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, pulling it free before his thumb gently spreads your folds apart, snorting when you hide your face in your hands as both of them fixate on the sight of your ruined cunt once more. thighs streaked with sweat and cum, strands of seed dripping out of your hole to pool beneath you on the sheets. you look so messy and nanami has to tear his gaze away, his gut lurching with the desire to eat it out of you.Â
âfuck, that was good,â gojo breathes, and you whine when he scoops up some of the cum leaking out of you with two fingers and pushes it back into your pussy.
âstop staring at it-!â
âdonât be shy. iâm glad i was given the privilege to see you cum like this, darling,â nanami murmurs, kissing your temple as he pries your hands away from your face. then he moves from behind you, letting your body rest amongst the enormous sea of pillows satoru keeps on his bed. âi trust that the two of you will allow me to eat dinner in peace next time, now that youâve satisfied another one of your appetites.âÂ
âno promises,â you giggle, stretching out on the bed and bringing one of the pillows closer to cuddle it.Â
âi should help you clean up. satoru, where do you keep the towels?â he says and though he sounds like such a gentleman, itâs really because if he keeps staring at the cum leaking out of you in rivulets, he wonât be able to ever leave this fucking room.
but the white-haired sorcerer doesnât answer him. instead, gojo flops down and hooks an arm around your waistâ his long legs tangling with yours as he pulls you against his chest. it feels symbolic to nanami, somehow. like heâs shared your body, shared his own in a way, and now heâs ready to fit the rightful pieces of the puzzle back into their places.
for a moment, nanami had almost forgotten that neither of you have ever belonged to him.Â
he is the outsider, after all.Â
his expression remains neutral because he knows when he has overstayed his welcome, knows when one of satoruâs little games are over and there are no rematches. he has been in this situation before, after allâ younger, reckless, and just as foolish as he is nowâ so he stands up and prepares to leave with dignity, walk over to his neatly folded clothes on the armchair by the window and hope that he doesnât fall asleep dreaming about the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. praying that now that heâs had you, itâll be out of his system for goodâ
âwhere are you going, kento?â you wonder in genuine confusion, wrapping your hand around his wrist to halt his stride as you tilt your head up with a frown. nanami feels his heart kick in his chest. âwe can clean up later, silly. come back to bed.âÂ
âi donât think i should stay,â nanami sniffs, wishing he had his tie to adjust out of nervous habit.Â
âyou know, leaving right after you fucked my brains out is not very gentlemanly of you, nanami kento,â you scold halfheartedly, mouth twisted to the side.
âi have missions in the morning so i regrettably cannot-â his ears turn crabapple pink at your crude words, his free hand reaching over to gently pry your fingers away from his wrist but you refuse to let go.
âwell, if you want to be a proper lover, then you will,â you tug on his wrist insistently, almost yanking him back onto the slightly damp covers. satoru grins like a cheshire cat as nanami obliges you, sliding into bed on your other side.Â
nanami has never wanted to slap an expression off of someone as much as he does now, but as usual satoru sees everything. he sees what nanami refuses to admit right now: that he was relieved you asked him to stay. that you may just have him completely gone. that tonight unearthed long buried feelings for white hair and a mischievous smile. that he just needs a little bit of time, a little bit of coaxing, to stop being so stubborn and come to terms with those facts.
âi told you sheâs greedy, nanami,â satoru grins.Â
âi suppose i have no choice then, do i?âÂ
ânope,â you confirm, and you know that the three of you have a lot to discuss tomorrow about what this means but this progression feels natural, adding balance.
nanami staying with the two of you feels like it was meant to be.
âyou have to make breakfast in the morning.â
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Listening to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish imagining a 'FWB who are secretly in love with each other but just too kinky and not emotionally honest enough to do anything about it' situation with Rook Hunt and Cater Diamond (separately).
Or like, making a thirty trap to the song on a TWST version of TikTok just for the cast to reply it over and over again until they rub their skin raw.
(once again I am UNGODLY HORNY LOL!!! So enjoy my sin bestie)
Not going to lie, this was the first time I ever listened to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish. Not my favorite, but not bad.
Warnings: 18+, Gender-neutral! Reader, no specific âholeâ is mentioned (could be anal, could be vaginal), FWB relationship wth Rook and Cater (separately), bondage (Cater), not much smut in Rookâs (sorry)
Cater Diamond
It all started when you were both assigned a project in Professor Crewelâs class. The tension was definitely there, and since you were both in the privacy of Ramshackle, and Grim was sleeping in a different room, you both gave into your desires.
Neither one of you realized just how much physical chemistry you had with each other before that night, and since then, you have used approximately 47 boxes of condoms and counting. It was great stress relief for both of you, and it was a no-strings-attached agreement⊠unfortunately, it became quite clear that there were at least a few strings there.
The thing is⊠neither of you knew how to bring it up. For some reason, you both thought that it might not be the best time to talk about deep feelings when he was balls-deep in your throat, gently thrusting into your mouth and moaning as he felt you gag on his cock.
He has ranted about it to Trey, much to the bakerâs dismay. He did not want to know about what you both did in your own time. However, he had no idea how to tell you that he loved you. That he wanted you for more than just your body. That he wanted to cuddle after having sex with you rather than get dressed and do the messy walk of shame back to Heartslabyul.
One day, however, you both were trying something out in bed⊠bondage. His hands were tied to the headboard as you rode him into oblivion. His fucked out face was one that you had many pictures of⊠but you never posted them. They were just for you.
Anyway, he was babbling complete nonsense, his dick being gripped tightly by your warmth as you ground your hips down. âI love youâŠâ He muttered softly in-between whimpers, âSeven, I fucking love you⊠fuck⊠keep going, babyâŠâ
Your eyes widen, and you immediately stop your ministrations. âWhat did you say, Cater?â His own eyes widen in response as he realized what he said, and he felt his heart thud harshly against his chest. âUhh⊠Nothing! I said nothing! Who said anything about âloveâ? Thatâs crazy talk! You know me: Cray-cray Cay-Cay!â
However, you quickly shut him up by kissing his lips passionately, breaking one of the few rules the both of you set. It didnât seem like Cater had any issue with this rule-breaking either, especially since he reciprocated and moaned against your lips as you continued riding him.
âI love you, too,â You whispered against his lips, âShit!... I love you, CaterâŠâ
Soon, he spilled his load into the condom, and you pulled yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, when he got up to dispose of the rubber. Then, he giggled excitedly as he climbed into bed next to you.
For now, this would remain private between the two of you, as well as Trey because Cater needs to tell someone, but neither of you could be happier with how your relationship shifted.
Rook Hunt
Your⊠relationship⊠with the French hunter started in Potionology. Your friends fucked up a potion and it spilled on you. With your luck, it turned out to be an aphrodisiac, and so Professor Crewel sent you back to Ramshackle to sleep it off.
Rook noticed that you werenât running your usual errands, so he asked Ace, Deuce, and Grim for your whereabouts. When they explained to him what happened, his eyes widened in surprise and he immediately rushed to Ramshackle to help you out. Obviously, neither of you knew about the otherâs feelings, but you were more than happy to have his help.
That day was when you realized that 1) he was wonderful in bed and 2) he had a stupidly large dick that hit everything it needed to. Letâs not even mention how good his hands are.
Anyway, even when the aphrodisiac wore off, you both still found reasons to find privacy together. You wanted to get dicked down, and Rook was more than happy to oblige as he loved you and your body. The other people on campus were more than happy about this arrangement too, since it meant that Rook didnât have time to stalk them.
However, this friends-with-benefits relationship wasnât like anything else. Rook, in every sense of the term, âmade loveâ to you. He was gentle and attentive, putting your pleasure above all else. He wanted to be your toy that would bring you pleasure. It made him feel good knowing that he made you feel good.
One day, after a rather intimate session together, you were both laying in your bed as you discussed things you would like to try with him. When you brought up a possible threesome in the future, he tensed up.
âNon, ma chĂ©rie. I do not much like the idea of sharing you with anyone else,â He admitted, looking into your eyes.
His words made your heart flutter, and the butterflies got worse as he leaned in to kiss you. However, you made no move to back away, and reciprocated it instead.
When you both pulled away, you both smiled happily at each other before settling back under the covers to get some rest.
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(buddie) (1.5k) eddie's pov before and after the events of this fic written for the same prompt! (technically i only used the line in the first one but oh well lol)
cw: vague description of a very bad car accident
Eddie doesnât make a habit of watching the news. Itâs depressing as hell, he runs the risk of seeing Taylor fucking Kelly on his TV, and if something he actually needs to know about is going on, heâll hear it from Buck some time in the next few days anyway. All that to say, Eddie isnât watching the news; heâs just flipping through the channels.
âPick me, choose me!â Meredith Grey is saying in a rerun of Greyâs Anatomy.
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ââlow pressure system moving in from the north,â a meteorologist says on The Weather Channel.
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âAlright boys, saddle up!â says the captain on that crappy network firefighter show.
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ââmulti-car pile-up on the 405. Itâs unclear ifââ
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ââraw dough. Itâs such a shameââ
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ââurging drivers to avoidââ
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ââlooking for a loft in the city, while Jennifer would preferââ
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ââunclear if there are any survivors of the initial crash.â
Eddie puts the remote down. He doesnât make a habit of watching the news, but every once in a while, something catches his attention.
The image on the screen is an aerial shot of a massive, burning multicar pile-up. The 136 is on scene, but they canât have been there long if the size and ferocity of the fire is anything to go by.
ââcompounded by the explosion of a tanker carrying gasolineââ
Eddie winces. Theyâre going to be there all night if they donât get more companies on scene. He reaches for the remote at the same time as the shot switches from the aerial to a reporter on the ground. Sheâs not what stops him from changing the channel. The crushed and smoldering Jeep behind her is.
And itâsâthereâve got to be a thousand silver Jeeps in Los Angeles. And Buck wouldnâtâwhy would he even be on the 405? So obviously itâs not Buckâs Jeep, even if it is the same color and probably year. Itâs just a shitty little coincidence.
An unpleasant pressure begins to build in Eddieâs chest.
Heâll justâitâs not late. He doesnât even have to tell Buck why heâs calling. Eddie scoops his phone off the table, navigates to his favorites, and taps Buckâs name. The call goes straight to voicemail. Eddie frowns and taps his name again. He gets the same result.
ââand rescue is under way, but Iâm being told that until the fire is containedââ
Buckâs phone is dead, probably. Orâor he took Jee to that movie he was talking about so he had to turn it off. Thatâsâheâs sure thatâs it. Eddie rubs at his sternum and stands. Heâs just⊠feeling a little paranoid.
He calls Maddie. She answers on the second ring.
âHello?â
âHey, Maddie,â Eddie says, brushing a hand across the back of his neck. âItâs Eddie.â
âUh, hey,â Maddie says. âIs everything okay?â
Eddie winces. âYeah, I think so. I was just wondering if youâve talked to Buck tonight.â Heâs being ridiculous. Buckâs fine.
âNo,â Maddie says, obvious confusion in her tone. âWhy, did something happen?â
âNo, no,â Eddie says. âI just havenât been able to get ahold of him.â
Maddie hums thoughtfully. âHe mightâve had a dental appointment earlier,â she says.
âOkay, thanks,â Eddie says. âIâll probably just swing by the loft then.â Thereâs a pit in his stomach. Buckâs fine. At worst he has a cavity or two. Heâs fine.
âOh!â Maddie exclaims. âHold on, let me check his location; Iâll save you the trip if heâs not there.â
Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. Duh. He has Buckâs location too. He didnât even need to bother Maddie withâ
âNope, sorry,â she says.
Eddie takes a breath. Heâs fine. Buckâs fine. âMaddie,â he says slowly, âwhere is he?â
âUm, as of twenty-eight minutes ago, looks like he was driving through Culver City, on the 405, I think,â she replies. âEddie, whatâs going on?â
âOh god,â he breathes. He can feel the blood draining from his face.
âEddie?â Maddie asks. Sheâs starting to sound worried.
On the TV, the camera zooms in and pans across the wreckage. It reaches the Jeep. Hanging from the rearview mirror is a bigfoot air freshener that looks exactly like the one Chimney gave him as a joke a few months ago. Itâsâ
Itâs Buckâs Jeep. Heâs fine. He has to be fine.
ââunderstand that search and rescue efforts are underway, but as of right now, no additional survivors have been located.â
He could be dead.
Eddieâs knees give out beneath him. He lands heavily on the couch.
âDonât turn on the news,â he says.
âWhat? Why?â Maddie asks.
âThere was an accident on the 405,â Eddie replies mechanically. âI think it might be bad.â
On the other end of the line, Maddie sucks in a sharp breath. âEddieââ
âItâs his Jeep,â Eddie says.
Heâs okay.
He has to be okay.
Heâs not okay.
He could be dead.
âI have to call Bobby,â Eddie realizes aloud. âHe canâhe can get in touch with IC.â
âOkay,â Maddie says shakily. âOkay. Iâm going to call Sue. Maybe sheââ Maddie cuts herself off with something like a gasp.
âIâll call you whenââ if ââI get ahold of him,â Eddie promises.
âSame,â Maddie replies.
They end the call without a goodbye.
Eddie tries Buck again, just in case. He doesnât answer.
He canâtâ
Buck has to be okay.
He has to.
Eddie takes a steeling breath and calls Bobby.
âŠ
Eddieâs crawling out of his skin. The captain of the 136 has him on hold, and thatâs already more than heâs obligated to do butâ
But itâs Buck and Eddieâs fucking terrified.
The longer he waits, the farther afield his imagination goes.
Heâs got a broken leg and a concussion; theyâre taking him to Cedars-Sinai.
He wasnât conscious when we found him. Theyâre airlifting him to UCLA.
Iâm sorry, Diaz. He was DOA.
Eddie paces back and forth and tugs at his hair. He needs to do something, anything! He needsâ
Flashing blue and red lights filter in through the window.
Heâs dead.
Heâs dead, and this time Eddie wasnât there to coax him back.
Heâs dead and they sent an officer to tell him in person and Eddieâs never going to catch his breath because Buckâs the one that taught him how to breathe afterâ
Thereâs a knock at the door.
He canât do this. Eddie canât do this. He canâtâ
How is he supposed to go to work without Buck? Howâs he supposed to tell Christopher? How is he ever going to get up in the morning again? How is his heart supposed to keep beating in a world devoid of Evan Buckley?
He opens the door.
His phone clatters to the floor.
âBuck,â he sobs.
âŠ
Eddie watches the slow rise and fall of Buckâs bruised chest as he sleeps.
Heâs alive.
Heâs okay.
Heâs got tangible proof right in front of him, butâ
Eddie reaches out and brushes an errant curl from his forehead.
Buck is alive and breathing and sleeping in Eddieâs bed and heâs okay. But Eddieâ
He rests his palm on Buckâs sternum and counts each inhale.
Buckâs here. Heâs fine. Maddie knows and Bobby knows and Eddieâs got the living proof right in front of him, butâ
Eddie shuffles a little closer until the heat of Buckâs skin is overwhelming against his own. He hooks his chin onto Buckâs shoulder and tries to memorize the strange shadows and highlights that are painted on his skin by the light of the moon.
Heâs alive.
Heâs alive.
He couldâveâ
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and shudders.
Buckâs alive and heâs right here, but Eddie canât quite escape the moment when he was certain neither of those things would ever be true again. His breathing goes a little ragged, and his hands curl into fists.
âEds?â Buck mumbles, eyes still closed.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath. âMâsorry, go back to sleep,â he whispers. The words are sticky and thick in his throat.
A small furrow etches itself between Buckâs brows. Eddie smooths it with his thumb. He drags his gaze back down Buckâs face and finds his eyes open and fixed on him.
âEddie,â he whispers in the dark.
He takes a deep breath. âIâm fine,â he lies.
Buck frowns. He watches Eddie for a long moment, then something in his expression shifts. âSwitch sides with me,â he says.
Eddie blinks. âWhat?â
Buck huffs a soft breath. âJustâtrust me?â
And oh, Eddie does. He carefully climbs over Buck, who shuffles to his right to give Eddie more room.
âOkay?â he asks quietly.
âAlmost,â Buck replies.
He pulls Eddie flush against him and guides his head down onto his chest. Beneath him, Buckâs heart beats strong and steady.
âOh,â Eddie exhales.
Buck runs his hand through Eddieâs hair and down his back.
Eddie closes his eyes and finally, he sleeps.
#tysm for the prompt saturn!!#i hope you like it even though i cheated lmao#abbie answers#abbie writes#911#911 abc#buddie#buddiefic#buddie fic#fic
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note: this has been in my drafts since MARCH. can't decide whether i like it or not lol. @wetsocksinbed angsty fic is up next >:)
pairing: john 'soap' mactavish x gn!reader
wc: 9.5k (oops)
summary: you receive a series of mysterious gifts from a mysterious admirer.
warnings: longing, yearning, pining, best friends to lovers trope, idiots in love, heavy on the idiots part, tooth-rotting fluff
ao3
over the last two weeks, youâve noticed some odd things happening around you; a good kind of odd, the kind that left you thoroughly confused, but was heartwarming nonetheless.
after going back and forth with it in your mind, you've come to the conclusion that you have a secret admirer. it was odd, and a little hard to believe, but it was the only option that made any sense to you. in all honesty, it was probably just your hopeless-romantic heart clouding your mind with optimism, but one can dream.
the first incident was harmless enough, a small inconspicuous gesture that was so subtle, in fact, that you barely paid it any notice at first.
it was the dead of night, and youâd just returned from a particularly gruelling solo mission, uninjured but bone tired and desperate to collapse into your bed and finally sleep. before you could fall into the blankets, however, you noticed through the darkness of your room something strange.
resting neatly on your pillow, illuminated by the dim light of your phone screen, was a single bar of your favourite chocolate. you didnât remember buying it, and certainly didnât remember leaving it there, but it was exactly the kind of pick-me-up you needed after the day youâd had. at the time, youâd chalked it up to you simply being forgetful, devoured the chocolate in record time, and promptly knocked out.
over breakfast the next morning, you'd recounted to the others the mysterious appearing chocolate as a funny anecdote; the five of you had laughed about your terrible memory, and you'd moved on. but now you werenât on the verge of blacking out, you couldnât help but think of it as weird.
for the life of you, you couldnât remember buying the chocolate bar, and it didnât make sense that you would leave it on your pillow like that. what did make sense, however bizarre it may seem, was someone else leaving it for you â but you had no idea who would do that for you, or why. either way, you didn't imagine that anything else would come from it.
the next incident happened three days later.
during training that afternoon, you were in the middle of running laps around base, when youâd â stupidly â tripped over a ditch in the ground and rolled your ankle pretty badly. it hurt too much to put any weight on it, so youâd sat there in shame with no choice but to wait for a few minutes until gaz and soap caught up to you.
as they rounded the corner, you'd reluctantly waved them over with a grimace at how your ankle was throbbing in your boot. johnny was immediately crouching by your side, abandoning the idea of training to focus completely on you.
"christ, what happened?" he fussed, worry creasing his face and making your own heat up under the attention.
"i trippedâŠ" you mumbled, dragging a hand over your embarrassed expression. it was bad enough that you'd made such a simple mistake, but now the man you were crushing on, hard, was lifting your leg so gently and untying your laces and you were certain you were moments away from cardiac arrest.
he'd ushered gaz away to continue his run, telling him he'd accompany you to the infirmary with a tone that left no room for argument. not that gaz would've, the knowing look he sent you as he jogged away told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.
after making sure nothing was broken, soap had pulled you to stand with an arm around your waist, supporting you with his solid frame when you stumbled.Â
"sure y'don't want me to carry you?" he'd teased, earning a laugh from you as you wobbled in his arms. as you chuckled though, you noticed a hint of what seemed like sincerity in his eyes. you'd felt your face burning again at the implication that he really would carry you, if that's what you'd wanted, and quickly started dragging him along with you in an attempt to hide your flustered state.Â
he'd kept his arm around your waist the entire way to the medical wing, only releasing you when you were sat in front of the doctor, which did absolutely nothing to calm your racing heart. to your dismay, he couldn't stay with you â you were still in the middle of training, after all.Â
"you sure you'll be alright by yourself?" he'd asked as he left, and the concern in his eyes almost finished you off. you were almost glad he didn't stick around to see the effect he had on you.
luckily, after a quick inspection, the doctor concluded that you only had a minor sprain, and you'd be good as new in a couple of weeks. she'd sent you on your way with an ice pack, a crutch, and strict instructions to stay off your feet.
you would've gone back outside to watch the boys (mainly soap) finish the rest of their exercises, but honestly, the embarrassment of what happened had you wanting to curl up with a pillow over your face for the rest of the day; so that's exactly what you found yourself doing.
you must've drifted off to sleep at some point, because once you finally sat up again, the sun had painted the horizon a bright orange, and your stomach had begun to rumble.
as you went to walk out into the hall, you heard the crinkle of plastic under your boot, pausing you midâstep. when you looked down, you were stunned to find a bundle of three beautiful white flowers â gardenias, you'd found out after googling them later. an incredibly warm feeling blossomed in your chest, and despite your best efforts, your eyes had welled up with tears. you couldn't even think of the last time someone bought you flowers. there was no note attached, meaning you had no way of knowing who had left them for you, which sent your mind back to the chocolate bar from a few days ago.
so i'm not going crazy, you'd thought to yourself, someone really did leave it for me. but still, you had no clue who this mystery gift-giver could be.
you'd carefully picked them up, being mindful of your ankle, and turned back around to put them in your room. there wasn't really anywhere to put them, so you just set them on the ledge of your windowsill and made a mental note to find a vase for them at some point.
when you eventually made it to the mess hall, there were very few people left, leaving the room unusually calm. ghost was sat by himself at one of the far tables, so you hobbled over on your crutch to sit with him while you ate.
you sat down opposite him, and he'd looked up, gave you a subtle nod, and gone back to eating with his eyes fixed on the table in front of him. the two of you ate like that for a while, sitting quietly in each others presence.
ghost had been the first to break the silence, asking you, "how's the ankle?" as he pulled his balaclava back down to cover his mouth.
"just sprained," you'd replied, looking up to meet his eyes. another beat of silence fell over you, before you continued, "did you see who left me those flowers?" you'd asked him; it was worth a shot, you figured not much gets past ghost. to your dismay, he simply shook his head, standing and mumbling a goodbye as he left.
you were only more confused now. if ghost didn't know who it was â and, granted, you wouldn't actually be able to tell if he was lying, but you trusted him â then who would know? the next day, you'd asked the other boys, but they'd all said the same thing, even the captain. so you were left with nothing to do but wonder who on earth could be leaving you these gifts.
after that, it was another four days until your secret admirer struck again.
you'd been in and out of briefings and debriefings and meetings all day, your mind was beginning to numb with all the information that had been unloaded. you were tired; not quite the same exhaustion you'd felt coming back from your mission earlier in the week, though, this time you were at the end of your rope mentally. there hadn't been a moments peace since you got out of bed, and once that excruciatingly long day was over and you were relaxing in the common room, you'd had no energy to actually engage with your friends.
you were nestled into one end of the sofa with gaz next to you, ghost on his other side, and soap in the armchair with a small book in his hands. they were all chatting, with you occasionally saying a thing or two, but you were mostly just zoned out with their conversation serving as white noise in the background.
occasionally, you'd look up and catch soap already watching you, but he'd quickly turn his gaze back down to his book. his attention caused you to be equal parts flustered and confused. if you'd been any more awake, you probably would've asked him if something was wrong, but you were already having trouble keeping your head up as it was.
once you felt your eyes slip closed one too many times, you'd decided it was time to turn in for the night. with a quick 'goodnight' to the others, you'd made a beeline straight for your room â but it was more of a hobble, since your ankle still required you to walk with a crutch.
that night you'd slept like a baby, waking up early the next morning feeling well rested, and thankfully your ankle had even started to feel better. though you still couldn't join the team's training sessions, you had other responsibilities to fulfil, so unfortinately you did have to get up at some point.
you'd just finished lacing up your boots when you noticed it; a single sheet of paper on the ground by your door, folded once in half so you can't see what's written on it. from where it lays, you conclude that whoever left it must've slipped it through the gap under your door while you slept. you'd picked it up and sat back on the edge of your bed to unfold it, your curiosity certainly piqued. it make you wonder, though, what reason someone could have for leaving you a note.
except, when you'd lifted the page it wasn't a note at all. on the slightly wrinkled paper were a number of beautiful pencil drawings â drawings of you. the surprise of seeing your own face staring back at you nearly stopped your poor heart.
the jagged edge on one side of the page indicated that it must have been torn out of a sketchbook, which had interested you even more. you couldn't think of anyone you knew who could draw, let alone who would have a sketchbook dedicated to it.
whoever made this, it was clear that art was a passion of theirs â these drawings were really good. your hair, your eyes, the subtle expression on your features, every line was expertly crafted. it was incredibly flattering, and admittedly boosted your ego a little with how good those sketches made you look.
as you sat there smiling to yourself, you'd glanced up to the three flowers blooming on your nightstand. like the gardenias, the drawings were from your secret admirer, there was no other explanation; and an admirer they were, it was abundantly clear from these sketches that this person had an appreciation for you, if only from afar.
the drawings had been your favourite so far, but unfortunately, it was almost a week until your admirer made another move.
it had been long enough for you to start walking properly on your ankle again, and so you'd been slowly easing back into your workout routine, starting with your morning run. you'd taken it slow with lots of breaks to rest your muscles, but still decided to call it early, which had you back at your locker earlier than usual. as you were rounding the corner to the locker room, you'd heard the door slam closed and a set of heavy footsteps racing down the corridor. you'd only caught a glimpse of whoever it was as they dashed around the other corner, quick enough that you weren't able to see who it was.
you'd been concerned at first, whoever it was had been in a terrible rush, but you'd quickly shaken it off â it wasn't uncommon for people to be rushing around base, especially first thing in the morning. with your own meeting to get to, you'd decided not to dwell on the strange almost-encounter, and carried on with grabbing your towel from the bench and showering.
as you opened the door to your locker to fetch your clean clothes, sitting front and centre on top of them was something you definitely hadn't left there; a bag of your favourite hard candy, unopened, in the space that had been empty not half an hour before. how did these get here? you'd asked yourself, and you stood there confused for a moment or two before the answer came to you.
of course, your secret admirer. you'd felt the familiar giddy excitement bubble up in your chest at the revelation. it had been a while since the page of drawings had been slipped under your door, and it pained you how the gardenias had begun to wilt already. honestly, you'd been slightly worried that they'd given up, or something had happened to them. thankfully though, they seemed to be doing just fine, and you were too with such a pleasant start to your day.
it wasn't until you were sat in the meeting room, munching on your sweets and waiting for the others to arrive, that you realised.
the person, the one who'd been in a hurry as you got back from your run, it was them; that person was your secret admirer. they had to be, you'd concluded, the sweets weren't in your locker when you'd been in there earlier, and you did cut your run short, so they probably hadn't expected you to return so soon â that's why they'd been in such a rush to get away.
the revelation had butterflies swarming in your stomach, the idea of being so close to finding out who it was that held such fond affection for you sparking giddy excitement in you; but at the same time, it filled you with a sickly apprehension.
the problem was that you already knew who you wanted it to be â you had from the beginning â and you worried that uncovering their identity would only lead to disappointment; because there was no possible way john mactavish could feel the same way you felt about him.
soap had always been nothing short of kind and respectful of you, never stepping over the unspoken line if being your closest friend. sometimes, you can fool yourself into thinking he treats you differently â when he checks in on you after missions, when he always saves you a seat next to him in meetings, when he'd practically carried you to the infirmary, all of it ignited a warm feeling in your chest. but then you think about it a little more, and remember that all those nice gestures, that's just who he is. he wormed his way into the heart of ghost, for fucks sake, it was almost impossible not to like him.
you'd been so lost in thought, that gaz sitting in the seat next to you had startled you back to reality.
"gonna share with the class?" he'd asked with a teasing smirk, gesturing to the sweets sitting on the table in front of you. he'd reached out to grab one, but you'd pushed his hand away and snatched the bag to your chest.
"no way," you'd said with a playful glare, sending a quick smile to soap who'd taken the seat on your other side, "these are from my secret admirer, get your own."
gaz paused. "...your fucking what?" he had an incredulous look on his face, and you'd forgotten that you never actually told the others about it. "soap, you hearin' this?"
soap looked almost panicked when you'd turned to him, but he didn't have time to respond, as that was the moment price had walked through the door and announced the start of the meeting.
"i'll explain after," you whispered to gaz, who gave you a pointed look that said 'you better' and turned his attention back to price. you'd stifled a chuckle and looked back at soap, expecting him to have a similar expression, but he was already facing forward. you'd frowned at this; you and johnny would always whisper back and forth during meetings â a way to keep eachother entertained, as well as an excuse for you to sit close to him â but today his face had an odd air of seriousness to it. oh well, you'd thought somewhat downtrodden, just have to talk to him after.
and that's what led you to the present, where you'd been explaining to the boys everything that has happened over the last two weeks. well, you were mostly telling soap and gaz, ghost honestly didn't seem that interested, though the captain did have a rather amused expression as he listened.
"so you have no idea who it could be?" gaz had turned sideways in his chair, leaning forward slightly with his eyebrows raised. he looked to be in disbelief, and you were almost inclined to feel the same.
"nope, not a clue." you sighed, turning from gaz to look at the others around the table. price was standing with his arms crossed, giving you a similar disbelieving look, and ghost had that familiar unreadable look in his eyes.
"someone went in your room while you were gone?" ghost's low voice caught your attention, "bit creepy, innit," he grumbled, his gaze darting between you and somewhere next to you. he did have a point, you supposed, it was a bit weird.
"well⊠maybe a little, yeahâŠ" you trailed off. perhaps he had a point, but you found yourself not wanting to believe it; all of the mystery person's gestures had been so sweet, thoughtful, it was hard to think they had any ill intentions.
that, and your heart has already made up its mind about who it should be.
"don't be like that, lt., whoever it is meant well, didn't they?" gaz chuckled, the grin evident in his voice.
"christâŠ" ghost mutters, shaking his head in exasperation.
"it may be a slight invasion of privacyâŠ" you begin; and it's true, but after the first incident, it didn't appear that anyone had been inside your room again. "but it was only once. and it was just a chocolate bar, it's harmless. besides, are you really telling me you've never been in anyone's room when they're not there?" you continued, earning only an eye roll from ghost.
"and you haven't tried to figure out who it is?" price asks from his position standing opposite you, across the table.
"no, i wouldn't even know where to start, it could be anyoneâŠ" you try to think of anyone to suspect, but your optimistic mind only draws one name; the object of your affection, who happened to be sitting directly next to you. unfortunately, the two of you were strictly friends â no matter how much you longed for something more.
"i think you should investigate," gaz's smile makes you think for a moment that he knows something that you don't, but you brush it off. he didn't even know about your admirer until you told him, how could he? it wasn't like they were leaving any hints. "whoever it is obviously really likes you."
"you think?" you unwrap another sweet and pop it into your mouth as you consider his words.
"yeah! and, we could even help you investigate," gaz gives the others a hopeful, if slightly suspicious, smirk.
"speak for yourselfâŠ" ghost leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest, the picture of uninterested, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"could be a good bonding exercise," price had the same entertained tone in his voice as he looked between the four of you, "any thoughts, soap?"
you hadn't realised until the captain brought attention to him, but soap had been uncharacteristically quiet during all this; since before the meeting, actually. he hadn't said a word to you yet today, which had you a little worried. usually the two of you couldn't shut up when you were together. you turn to look at him, and find him looking wide-eyed back at price.
"i don'tâ ah, maybeâŠ" he stuttered, looking between price and the table rather than meeting your concerned eyes, "...they're just shy? don't want to be known yet?"
"oh, y'think, mate?" gaz fully laughed at that, sharing a look with both ghost and price that held something you couldn't understand. now you're thoroughly confused.
"well, maybe he's right," uncertainty laced your voice, their reactions throwing you for a loop. "if they wanted to be known, they probably would've shown themselves by now, right?" you turn to soap, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else â but he meets your gaze with a tiny smile.
"so you're not going to investigate?" you look back at gaz, who has that incredulous look back on his face, and from the corner of your eye you see price and ghost both shake their heads.
"they can show themselves when they're ready, i don't want to push them." your mind was made up; if your secret admirer wanted to reveal their identity, then they would, it's as simple as that.
"butâ" gaz tries to argue, but price quickly interrupts him.
"right, enough, you lot, clear out, you've all got work to be getting on with." he gestures for you all to stand, and after grabbing your sweets, you follow the others out of the room.
for the rest of the day, you endured endless amounts of teasing from gaz, and he even got some of the people from other units in on it. it had your face burning when they cooed over how romantic your 'mystery lover' was. you could only pray that they got over it soon, in the back of your mind you were slightly worried the attention might scare off your admirer, and you certainly didn't want that. but although you told the others you'd wait for them to reveal themselves in their own time, you'd be lying if you said you weren't practically dying to know who it was.
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"hey sarge," a voice sounds from beside you, drowning out the din of the mess hall around you. turning your head, you see it's a private; one you don't really know, but you give her a polite smile anyway. "i've got a message for you." she continues, producing a folded piece of paper from behind her back.
"a message? who from?" you ask, taking the paper from her when she holds it out to you.
she giggles, giving you a sly smile, "a secret someone," and with a suspicious wink, she turned around and left.
with the note in your hand, you look to gaz and soap, a baffled expression on your face. "does she mean my⊠admirer?" they both shrug at you, sharing an equally perplexed look between themselves.
"go on then," gaz says, "what does it say?"
you unfold it, and scan the neat handwriting of the message. soap and gaz watch as you read it, their curiosity overwhelmingly present in the way they leaned forward to try and see.
your face falls, and you frown. the note was signed â 'your secret admirer' â but you couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in your heart.
"what's up? what does it say?" gaz notices the change in your expression, standing up from his chair and leaning fully over the table to read the note himself. you hand it to him, your good mood from this morning completely soured.
"apparently it is from my admirer," you begin, not bothering to hide the dejection in your voice, "telling me to meet them outside in five minutes."
the pair don't say anything, too stunned to form words as they continue to frown at the words in front of them. this can't be right, it just can't be, your mind laments, if johnny is sitting here, that that means he's notâ
"seriously? just like that?" gaz interrupts your thoughts. he sounded annoyed underneath his shock, and you find yourself feeling the same way. "sorry, but i find that hard to believe â they didn't even leave a card with the flowers, did they? it just doesn't feel right to me."
you look to soap, who has yet to say anything on the matter. he doesn't meet your eyes, boring holes into the table with the anger in his gaze. your frown only deepens at his expression, the look on his face so unlike him it almost has you forgetting all about the cause.
"who knows," you sigh, plucking the note back out of gaz's hand. "this probably won't take long, i'llâ"
"wait, you're going?" soap interjects, the frown on his face set much deeper than your own. his sudden question caught you off guard, paired with his irritated expression, and you almost thought he was angry with you.
"yeah, i mean, what's the harm, right? might as well just get it over with." you stand as you respond, folding the note back up. even if you were setting yourself up for disappointment, you still wanted to at least hear this person out; even if it wasn't him.
"what's the harm?" johnny scoffs â at you or at very idea of all this you aren't sure â and joins you in standing up, throwing his arms out with such annoyance, it catches you off guard. he gestures sharply at the paper in your hand, "thisâ whoever that is, it's pure shite! you can't see that?"
now it's you who scoffs at him; where is this hostility coming from? yesterday he seemed as though he couldn't care less when you were telling everyone about it, and now all of a sudden, he thinks he has all the answers?
"how would you know?" you shove the note into your pocket, your earlier sadness quickly morphing into annoyance.
as you move to walk away, johnny looks like he wants to say something more, to stop you, and you hesitate. you want him to; whoever your admirer was, whoever that note was from, none of it meant a thing if it wasn't him. all you wanted was for him to look at you the same way you look at him. gaz is looking at him too, subtly gesturing for him to do something, but he doesn't speak, doesn't meet your eyes as your face drops again.
"exactly, you don't. i'll be back in a minute." you huff, and without another word from either of them, you turn on your heel and make your way out of the mess hall.
it's safe to say your mood had swiftly and effectively been ruined. the disillusionment of realising that your secret admirer was someone other than johnny was one thing, but his sudden attitude towards you was the final straw. your face was decidedly sour as you trudge through the corridors, still with a slight limp which was only fuelling your annoyance for how your day was going.Â
the cool air of the courtyard makes your skin bristle as you push the door open, taking a moment to survey the area as you stand in the entryway. to the left stands a lone figure, and you recognise his face, but â like the private from earlier, who you assume is his friend â you can't remember ever having spoken to him. with a deep sigh, you blink away bitterness in your expression and make your way over to him.
his grin is wide as he shamelessly checks you out while you approach, and you instinctually cross your arms over your chest. you come to a stop in front of him, frowning in a look that you hope screams uninterested.
"hey, sarge." he has an overly confident air to him as he speaks, shuffling closer under your scrutinising stare. of course he wouldn't take the hint.
"so it's you, then?" you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion. you just wanted this to be over with, but it seemed luck just wasn't on your side today.
"it's me," he confirms, the blinding grin still plastered to his face as he inches even closer, "you surprised?"
"yeah, actually. i didn't know you were an artist." you reply, voice flat, and you watch him blink once in surprise. you raise a brow at his bewilderment, your patience already wearing painfully thin. he chuckles awkwardly in an attempt to hide how you so obviously caught him off guard.
"ah, yeah i uhâ" he stutters, but you cut him off before he can make too much of a fool of himself.
"in fact, i don't actually know you at all. i couldn't recall your name even if you held a gun to my head." the hiss in your voice reveals just how over this whole situation you are. he opens his mouth to spout something else you have no interest in hearing, the sleazy grin falling from his face, but you hold a hand up to silence him. "so i'd really appreciate it if you left me alone."
"butâ"
"and stay out of my room, and my locker, too. if it happens again, you're getting reported." you spit the final words at him, and turn on your heel to leave. before you can take another step, he grabs your elbow and spins you back around to face him, causing your ankle to twist awkwardly, which sends a fresh jolt of pain up your leg. you hold back a groan and fix him with a deadly glare instead.
"hey, c'mon, don't be like that!" you wince as he practically demands, getting much closer to you than was necessary, even with you arching backwards to put some space between you. "at least gimme a chance,"
"just leave me alone." you hiss, pulling your arm out of his grip and before he has the chance to do or say anything else, you hurry back the way you came, your limp noticeably more pronounced than earlier. thankfully, the private â jackson, youâd just about been able to read on his jacket â didnât follow you back to the mess hall, which proves that he has at least half a brain. you hoped that heâd take the hint to stay away from you, but somewhere in the back of your mind you were preparing yourself to be hassled by him in the coming days; he certainly seemed the type.
you were gone less than ten minutes, but in that time most of the lunch crowd had cleared out, leaving the room a lot quieter than it had been. as you shuffle towards soap and gaz, still sitting at the same table, they both turn to look at you, and you can tell by the way both their expressions drop that they sense something is off.
"what happened?" gaz asks as you take your seat across from them, trying to hold back a wince when you put too much strain on your ankle, "your face says it didn't go well."
you sigh, looking between both of them, lingering on soap whoâs already watching you with an intensity that has your face heating up. "it didnât. it was just some private who canât take no for an answer." you grumble, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand.
"your ankle okay?" soap asks, holding your gaze until you relent and look away first. you want to tell him not to worry, but you find it's impossible to lie to him, not when he's looking at you like you're the only person in the room. "what happened?" he presses, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.
"its nothing, he justâ i just twisted it a little." you trip over your words under his stare, looking to gaz for help, but you find that he has a similar â albeit less intense â look of concern on his face. the silence hangs between you for a moment as you wordlessly try to convince them, but they see through you. "alright, fine. when i was leaving, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, and i pulled my ankle."
if johnny had been pissed before, he was furious now; his eyes were dark underneath his furrowed brow, his lips turned down in a frown that looked more like a snarl. to see someone usually so easygoing with such a threatening look on his face was almost worrying, the only reassurance being that you know it's not directed at you.
"that prick⊠who was it?" gaz isn't nearly as affected as soap, but he's clearly annoyed by the audacity of the private. you shake your head, urging them to just let it go; he wasn't worth the trouble, after all.
when johnny says your name in that deep, gravelly tone, your heart skips a beat and your eyes snap to meet his. "who was it." he asks, but it's not a question anymore, and every fibre of your being is telling you to just give in to him.
"jackson. i don't know his first nameâŠ" you mutter, slightly flustered by the way he's acting. the tension in the silence that follows is nearly suffocating. from where his arms rest on the table, you notice johnny repeatedly clenching his fists, seemingly having some sort of internal battle with himself.
"what a bellendâŠ" gaz grumbles, pausing for a moment to shake the disgust from his face. "so, what about the whole 'secret admirer' thing then?" he leans back in his chair, eyes darting to soap's profile then back to you.
"i don't knowâŠ" you sigh, "didn't really seem like something he was capable of, but i guess i don't really know him, soâ"
"yeah, he doesn't seem the type, does he?" gaz interjects, with a newfound energy at your words. you narrow you eyes, sensing an ulterior motive, but let him continue. "i mean, buying you flowers, sweetsâ seems a bit too thoughtful for such a twat."
his jab coaxed a laugh from you, "maybe; i guess i was pretty disappointed when i saw it was him, though."
"oh yeah? expecting someone else, were you?" gaz has a grin on his face, one that has you worried that he's clocked on to your true feelings.
"something like thatâŠ" you clear your throat, suddenly feeling a little too seen for your liking. "anyway, i'd better get going, desk duty is no joke," you slowly stand up, making sure to be careful of your newly irritated ankle, and adamantly avoiding eye contact with either of them.
"yeah, me too, cap said he needs my help with something." gaz stands as well, giving soap a pat on the back and a suspicious wink as he walks off, which you willfully choose to ignore.
"you gonna be okay?" johnny comes to your side as you shuffle around the table, his hand brushing over your back to support you. butterflies begin to flutter at the feeling, and you scold yourself for being so easily affected. he seems to have calmed down a lot, the anger from earlier overtaken by his concern.
"yeah, i'll be fine, i think i'll just have to grab my crutch," you smile at him and take a step forward, wincing as you shift your weight from one foot to the other.
"c'mon, lemme help you," he tilts his head to meet your eyes, his worry evident within them. his hand is warm on your back, you have to hold yourself back from leaning into him. "cannae have you hurtin' yourself any more."
"you sure? don't you have work to do too?" you have every intention of taking him up on his offer, but you couldn't help feeling guilty for needing his help like this.
"i'm sure lt. can survive a few extra minutes," johnny gives you a reassuring smile, already ushering you out of the mess hall.
"well, don't blame me when has your head," you grin back at him, relishing in the comfortable feeling of being so close to him. distracted by his proximity, you momentarily forget about your injury and without thinking, you put too much weight on it as you take a step. with a pained gasp, you wobble on your good foot and pause to give your ankle a break.
johnny moves his arm to sit securely around your waist, gently pulling you to lean fully against him. "you sure you don't want me to take you to the infirmary?" he asks, lifting your arm to wrap around his shoulders.
"no, noâ they're just gonna tell me to rest, and i'll be sitting down all day anyway," you move to continue on your way to your room, but he stays put.Â
"you should still get it looked at, might beâ"
"johnny." you stop him with a hand on his chest, "i'm okay."
you watch his adams apple bob as he gulps, his eyes flickering to where your hand is touching him and back up to your own, almost too fast to notice.
"right, right. sorry." he dips his head, breaking eye contact. you pull him gently, and the two of you start walking again. "you know jackson well?"
you scoff, frowning as you recall the events of earlier. "what? no, before today i didn't even know his name. he seems like kind of an arsehole, to be honest."
"really? made that bad of an impression, eh?" his lopsided smile feels oddly smug, but you decide not to overthink it.
"like i said, can't take a no." you grumble, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand, "i doubt this is the last time i'll have to deal with himâŠ"
"he's not gonna bother you." johnny states, with a finality that is as stunning as it is comforting.
"...if you say so." you don't press any further, wanting to simply move on and forget about the whole thing. you'd gladly never think about that arrogant private again.
before you know it, the two of you are standing in the hall outside your room. his grip around your waist loosens as you push open the door, and you're all too aware of the cold feeling left behind as he lets go.
"thank you, for helping me." you shoot him a grateful smile, grabbing your crutch from where it leant against the wall, propping it under your arm.
"course," johnny pauses, looking past you to something in your room. "you⊠kept the gardenias?" he asks, his voice quiet, almost disbelieving. you tilt your head, a silent question, but he's still staring at the flowers.
"yeah, they'reâŠ" you begin, but his words have you pausing too; he didn't seem like the kind of person to be interested in floristry, you'd certainly never heard him say anything about it before. but somehow, he'd identified the flowers on your end table with no problem. "...they're nice. i like them, even if they do look a little sad now."
when he finally meets your eyes again, there's a distinct redness to his face that wasn't there before, and you feel your heart beginning to race with renewed hope. it could be that he just likes flowers, but if he already knew they were gardenias, maybe heâŠ
"right, i, uhâ i should get going, or ghost might actually kill me." johnny's voice had a dazed quality to it when he spoke.
"alright, i'll see you later then," you give him a small smile as you step back into the hall next to him. the two of you look at each other for a moment before you speak again, holding back a laugh, "you gonna go, or just stand there all day?"
your words seem to snap him out of the trance heâd been in, and he shakes his head in an almost comical manner, "right! right, sorry, bye!" he sputters, waving over his shoulder as he jogs away. you chuckle to yourself as he goes, and start walking the opposite direction to get started with your own work.
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you didn't see soap again until the next day, considering that he was strangely absent from mealtimes both last night and today. thankfully the incident from the day before hadn't done any further damage to your ankle, so you were up and about without the need for your crutch after a good night's rest.
you'd just dropped off a folder of paperwork in price's office â which you'd completed in fairly good time, thanks to being stuck behind a desk for nearly two weeks â but as you descend the staircase, you're almost knocked over by someone flying around the corner. you caught yourself with a hand on the railing, blinking away your surprise and glaring at whoever had carelessly bumped into you.
much to your chagrin, it was jackson, and you feel your face naturally falling into a frown at the realisation. youâd been expecting him to try and change your mind about yesterday, but true to johnnyâs words, he had yet to bother you about it; actually, you hadnât seen him at all since then, not even at breakfast or lunch, but it's not as if you were complaining.Â
though, as you stare down at him from the step above, you notice a deep purple bruise decorating his cheekbone that definitely wasnât there yesterday. your frown turns from malice to confusion as you wonder how he could have gotten it in the span of less than a day, it looked like heâd taken a serious punch. you couldnât say you felt bad for him, but it did look painful.
"listen, about yesterday⊠i- i lied,." jackson mutters, eyes glued to the floor to avoid your own. he was shuffling in place, as if he was preparing to bolt at any second. your eyes narrow as you process his words.
"what?"
he clears his throat. "i lied. it wasnât me, i just said it was because one of the guys bet me i couldnât get you to go out with me." he admits. the way he keeps avoiding your eyes, glancing around like he was waiting for someone to jump out at him has you a little suspicious, but your heart still soars when you realise what he means.
jackson wasn't your secret admirer, so your hopeless romantic heart could still dream that it was johnny. the flutter of butterflies even distracts you from the insulting notion that he only wanted to go out with you for a bet.
"seriously?" you ask, your shock evident in your voice as you stare him down. finally his eyes land on your own, an embarrassed grimace overtaking his nervous expression. it's a stark, satisfying difference to his arrogant overconfidence from before.
"yeah. iâm sorry, okay? i donât want any trouble, it was justâ" he cuts himself off, but when you give him a questioning look, he can't tear his eyes from the space behind you, and only mumbles what sounds like a âsorryâ before scurrying off back the way he came. you watch him go, thoroughly confused by the whole interaction, but not a moment later a voice from where he was staring brings you out of your thoughts.
"yâalright? little shit wasnât botherinâ you, was he?" soap's voice cuts through the quiet, and you turn to see him descending the stairs to stand next to you.
you shake your head, "no, no, he justâ" you hesitate, your mind going back to yesterday and the gardenias. "he lied, it wasn't him."
"really?" he asks, but his voice doesn't sound surprised at all. you're not sure if you imagined it, but for a moment his expression changes into something like satisfaction.
"yeah, he was about to say something else too, but he just ran off," you sigh, walking down the last few steps. soap follows close behind, a hand hovering near your back. "did you see that bruise on his face? wonder how he got itâŠ"
"looked nasty, eh?" a laugh escapes him, and you admire the way his lips curve, the creases around his eyes as his smile reaches them. "maybe he finally got what was comin' to him."
his face was close to yours, a lot closer than you could reasonably handle without losing your nerve and making a fool of yourself. realising you had yet to respond, you clear your throat and start walking down the corridor, your eyes to the floor and a burning in your cheeks.
"if he never speaks to me again, it'll still be too soonâŠ" you grumble, willing your heart to calm down as he comes up next to you in a few long strides. "anyway, what have you been up to? i haven't seen you all day." with a quick glance, you see the easy smile he has falter slightly.
"i was, ahâ" he avoids your eye as he stops himself, a beat of silence passes before he continues "nevermind, iâ i was⊠looking for you." your heart skips a beat, but you scold it for being so eager; the two of you were teammates, friends, he could be looking for you for any number of reasons.
"looking for me? what's up?" you turn your head to face him as you walk, a curious tilt to your brow.
johnny comes to a stop, and so do you a moment after. he looks at you, fidgety and shifting on his feet, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. the look on his face is unsure, uncomfortable, like he was debating running off like jackson had done a minute ago.
he's nervous, that much you can tell. but despite the slightly awkward tension, you you wait for whatever it is he's struggling to say.
"i⊠uhâ y'know what, i actually forgot." johnny hangs his head, pulling his hands from his pockets and scratching the back of his neck.
at his words your heart sinks, and you can't help the disappointed look that takes over your expression. "oh? are youâ"
before you can finish, he drops a hand on your shoulder and steps ahead of you, turning around so you're face to face. "listen, ghost is waiting for me, so i gotta run," he smiles again, but it's weaker this time, almost forced as it doesn't quite meet his eyes.
"right⊠better not keep him waiting."
"right," his reply is short, and the tension between you only grows every moment he avoids your eyes. "i'll see you later though, promise." he flashes you another false smile, gently patting your shoulder, before turning on his heel and swiftly escaping down the corridor.
"bye, johnny." you release a sigh, from longing or exasperation you're not sure, watching his form disappear through the doors.
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despite his promise, once again you don't see soap for the rest of the day. at dinner you'd questioned ghost on his whereabouts, but he only told you that he had no idea either. this time however, you got the strong feeling he was lying to you.
still though, you couldn't find it within yourself to be annoyed with him. you could see clear as day that something was going on with johnny, and if he didn't want to confide in you about whatever it is, then you certainly won't be the one to push him.
having finished today's obligations, you decided to head straight to your room once you'd finished eating. you open your door, a sigh escaping you as you prepare to collapse for the night, and stop dead in your tracks.
a folded sheet of paper lays in front of you, standing out against the emptiness of your floor, crumpled like it had been screwed up and flattened out again. a sense of dĂ©jĂ vĂč overcomes you, for last week, when you'd received the sketches of yourself in the same way. for a moment all you can do is stand there, staring at the paper, processing.
eventually, you do step into your room, shutting the door quietly behind you and picking the paper up from the floor. you keep it folded until you're sitting on the edge of your mattress, hands shaking ever so slightly with the anticipation.
you're not sure what to think, as you sit burning holes in the paper with your stare. after yesterday, you thought you were done with the idea of your secret admirer; but then again, jackson had admitted to you earlier that he'd lied when he met you yesterday, and the whole reason you weren't as interested after that was because your pipe dream of the mystery person being johnny had been shattered. but now that the identity of your admirer was once again a mystery, you couldn't help but want to dream like that again.Â
with a defeated groan, you decide to just rip off the bandaid and read the note. you unfold it, immediately noticing the scratchy handwriting â the opposite of the note jackson gave you, so thankfully it couldn't be from him.
you hear your heartbeat in your ears as your eyes scan the words in front of you.
i stayed up all night trying to write this note, but nothing i came up with felt good enough, so i'm just going to say it. i'm your secret admirer. i know you probably won't believe me after that bastard yesterday, but i need you to know anyway. i used to think that love just wasn't my thing, that i'd never find someone i wanted to spend my life with, but that changed when i met you. i didnât realise it at first, but it's always been you. you're my person, and i can't hide it anymore. i love you. maybe i'm a coward for giving you a note instead of telling you face to face. but if you don't feel the same, you can throw it away, or burn it or something, and i'll never bring it up again. your heart, johnny
the silence in your room borders on deafening as you sit completely still, reeling from what you'd just read. you didn't realise you'd stopped breathing until you release a shaky breath.
all this time, it was johnny.
every longing glance, every touch that lingered just a little too long, the racing pulse every time he says your name; it was all reciprocated.
every time you thought you could never have him as anything more than your best friend, you were wrong.
he cared enough to leave you a pick-me-up after a hard mission, buy you flowers when you got injured, draw you the way he saw you, gift you things he took the time to notice you like.
all this time⊠he'd felt the exact same way you do.
you set the note down next to you, bringing a shaky hand up to cover your mouth that had fallen open in shock. there was only one thing to do, in your mind, and that was to run into johnny's arms and make up for all the lost time you've spent pining over him.
in seemingly no time at all, you find yourself standing at johnny's door, your fist poised to knock. theres a moment of hesitation, but before your apprehension can cloud your mind, you let your knuckles rap on the wood once, twice, three times, and take a step back as you wait for a response. after a second or two â which felt a lot longer than it actually was â you hear the sounds of footsteps from inside.
another moment passes, and you assume johnny is standing on the other side with his heart in his throat just like you, short-lived before he finally swings the door open.
he looks at you, eyes wide and like a deer caught in headlights, the way he holds himself uncharacteristically shy as you stare each other down.
"the note," you finally murmur, and johnny almost flinches, clearly fighting the urge to look away from you. "tell me you meant it." you continue, taking a miniscule step closer to him. you hear his breath catch in his chest.
"every word." he whispers, gaze flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes again, and your heart misses a beat.
with no hesitation this time, you hook your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, crushing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss that's as much teeth as it is lips.
johnny groans into your mouth, his hands flying to your waist as he turns and walks you backwards into his room. the door gets kicked shut behind him once he's got you inside, neither of you breaking apart more than enough to draw a single ragged breath before meeting in the middle again. with another needy whine into you he pushes you up against the wall, caging you in with his broad shoulders and his arms around your waist.
the weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his stubble prickly against your face, the softness of his lips against yours; it's everything you've been waiting for, and now you finally have him, he tastes sweeter than you could've ever imagined.
the two of you stay like that for moments that feel like hours in each other's embrace, only pulling away when your lungs are burning and your lips are swollen. leaning your head back against the wall, his eyes meet yours with such adoration it sends your heart fluttering all over again.
"i'll take that as a good sign," he mumbles, a lopsided grin lifting his features. his joy is so infectious you can't help but mirror his expression as you drop your head to rest on his shoulder.
his chest rumbles with an airy, disbelieving laugh and he tugs you impossibly closer, resting his cheek against the side of your head. standing chest to chest now, you can feel the hammering of his heart against yours and the way his skin burns under your touch.
"youâre my person too," you murmur into him, one of your hands moving up to tangle in the strands of his mohawk, "always have been."
johnny's arms wind tighter around you as he releases a deep, content sigh. he's hugged you countless times before but somehow, this feels different while still staying exactly the same. the heat radiating from him is soothing like it always has been, the knowledge that your feelings are reciprocated only making it that much sweeter.
"why'd it take us so long, eh?" he utters, tender and loving in the way he runs his hands over your back and sides.
"we're just idiotsâŠ" you reply, "gaz is gonna have a field day with this."
johnny laughs again, pressing his lips to the side of your head so you can feel his smile. "oh, he clocked us a long time ago, bonnie."
you can't help but groan as you imagine how gaz will tease the both of you for how oblivious you've both been.
he lifts you up by his grip around your waist, carrying you over to his bed and flopping down onto his back with you on his chest. a satisfied groan escapes him as he settles, burying his face into your hair and inhaling a deep breath.
you're enveloped by the scent of him â gunpowder, and the faint smell of something burnt, but it's pleasant and familiar nonetheless.
"yer stayin' with me tonight, non negotiable." he murmurs, running a hand up and down the length of your spine.
"fine by me." you tilt your head up to meet his eyes, and find them already locked on you. "so, about jacksonâŠ"
johnny scoffs, lightheartedly frowning in response. "yer gonna bring his name up while yer in my bed?"
"he looked really spooked when he saw you earlier," you begin, smoothing your hand over his chest. his eyes widen at your words, his hand freezing as he looks away from you with a distinctly guilty expression on his face. you narrow your eyes, holding back the amused smirk pulling at your lips. "johnny⊠did youâŠ"
he clears his throat, and by the way he can't hold your gaze for more than a second you can tell he knows he's been caught. there's no stopping the laugh that bubbles up from your chest at his reaction.
"...i may have, uhâ potentially put some fear o'god into the little bawbagâŠ"
"soap!"
#soap x reader#soap mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#mw2 x reader#cod x reader#141 x reader#call of duty x reader#mw2#cod mw2#call of duty#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#roosterr writes#releasing this into the wild like an injured bird
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I know you're a burningcheese merchant but can we have some hcs or snippets for mysticcacao đđ
You don't have to do it if you mind
Popping back in for just a minute to become mysticcacao-merchant, just for you đ«”
They'd probably take things quite slow, mostly due to Flour's shyness and embarrassment (and a bit of honest shame, really. She never thought she'd be shackled by meaningless emotions again, love least of all. But Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome came and stole not only her Soul Jam, but her heart... truly, life is suffering). But Cacao doesn't mind. He's very much a gentleman (more so than even Pure Vanilla), he will not say or do anything she doesn't want him to and respects her boundaries with zero complaint. (He's a bit nervous and uncomfortable for a while, too, so she's not really alone there lol)
They end up doing a lot of activities together where they don't really talk. Lots of long walks through the mountains, many games of Go, even meditating together (first they sat a ways away apart from each other, then when they became comfortable enough, they started sitting back-to-back). The silence doesn't bother them at all; they're both the sort of person who appreciates quiet moments like that, and they don't necessarily need to talk to understand each other.
He once gave her his coat to wear (the one that's part of the "Vanquisher of the Two Dragons" costume) because he noticed she was cold. Later, when it was time to part ways, he asked if she wanted to hold onto it. She said no. He reached for it and got slapped really hard with her ribbons. This happened several times before he got the message and just went home without it lol ("why are women like this", he wondered to himself)
She's not that far from him height-wise (5'9'' vs 6'1'', in my headcanon), so he never has to bend down much to kiss her. (He likes to just get close and press quick little kisses to her forehead)
This moment? In both of their heads?
RENT. FUCKING. FREE.
They went to the Dumpling Soup Hot Springs once and Flour saw Cacao take his shirt off and almost fucking died (he kept his pants on, thank goodness, she would've returned to flour on the spot if he stripped any further than he did)
They exchange letters a lot because Flour refuses to leave Beast-Yeast and Cacao can't visit her often (he has a kingdom to run and bad guys to fight). Flour arranged for a bird native to her mountain to be the one to come and go with letter deliveries, since it's very tough and would remember how to make the journey. Cacao keeps her letters in a box hidden somewhere in his room, Flour keeps his tucked on a shelf in her study in the Ivory Pagoda. They both really like each other's handwriting/calligraphy
Their kisses are almost always quite chaste. Flour is too hesitant to ask for more and Cacao will not push unless she explicitly asks for it... but they both want it lol. It's just a matter of Flour learning to be bold and allowing herself to indulge her own wants
They're able to get along a lot easier than the other Ancients and Beasts might because they already aren't that different from each other. Both are very calm, disciplined, serious people who tend towards stoicism and asceticism (or just rejection of base wants and desires in general). They just get each other right away, after putting away the "mortal enemies" thing haha
Cloud Haetae is really jealous of Cacao in the "kid is jealous of the man their mom is dating because they're scared he'll take her away and she won't love them anymore and the kid doesn't know better" sort of way. Cacao demonstrates his surprising skill with animals, dogs especially thanks to the cream wolves (Haetae is not a dog but it works anyway lol), and wins the little guy over pretty fast lol
#cookie run kingdom#dark cacao cookie#mystic flour cookie#mysticcacao#dark cacao crk#mystic flour crk#you're all welcome to ask me about the other BeastxAncient ships too. I like them all to some degree haha#BurningCheese is my no.1 but PureShadow isn't far behind tbh
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I need like sweet, domestic Alex like coming home from deployment or something and reader doting on him (per our recent discussion, does she give him a nice massage bc of his poor aching leg) before he's just so desperate and pent up he goes full filthy down bad for his sweet thing at home. disrespect me alex please, then go right back to snuggles i BEG
Pingu⊠lol bestie. Idk what happened. Something something âdisrespect me alex kellerâ⊠umâŠ
TW: throat fucking, degradation, slut shaming, gender neutral reader, pet names: baby, babydoll, pretty thing
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Three Wishes
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When his deployment ended, Alex Keller told you he had three wishes: a greasy cheeseburger, a deep tissue massage, and your pretty mouth on his cock. He was working on the burger as you watched him, busying yourself by kneading his quad muscles with your hands. You were staring as the blue glow from the TV danced across his tired face, bathing him in a desaturated light. Your palms and fingers worked their way along his sore thighs, rubbing them with his trusty Biofreeze pain gel, trying to ease his strained limbs.
The prosthetic he wore for work lay discarded in the corner, still caked with sand and mud and memories of a grueling tour. If his return home was anything like his last, heâd leave it there for weeks, seemingly out of spite, much preferring to use his forearm cane to semi-gracefully amble from the couch to the kitchen to the bed and back again, moving more like an acrobat than a soldier, leaning and pulling on countertops and reinforced handles to make his way around his home. It never stopped surprising you with how quickly he could cross a room without any walking aids at all, much preferring to use his body without the augmentations.
Youâd been there for him when he lost the leg. At the time, you and his mom had been way more concerned about blood clots from the injury rather than the amputation itself. It wasnât until he was about to be discharged and you were left with an endless stream of leg-limb-cane-chair options that made your head spin. But, Alex didnât seem to mind. He had turned his nose up at the chair, immediately deciding that if he wasnât walking out of there on his own, he didnât want to walk out of there at all. The doctors all hemmed and hawed, but you and Mrs. Keller stood firm. You supported him, and he made it through with flying colors.
When theyâd welcomed him back to SAC, you were shocked. Youâd expected him to get his Purple Heart and be left out in the cold. Since when had Uncle Sam ever wanted to put his âbrokenâ toys back on the playing field? Hell, most veterans had to jump through more hoops than a circus poodle just to get baseline healthcare. But, Alex wouldnât be denied. He was too good, and he made sure no one ever considered anything about him as broken. In fact, his recovery had given him extra time at the range, in the gym, and in the tactical office, honing his skills to a razor-fine edge. Alex was twice the soldier now, and you were proud of how far heâd come.
But, that didnât mean it was easy. His work took a toll on his body, more so than his squadmatesâ. Heâd be in pain for weeks, and youâd watch his face twist and bend in agony. It almost felt like he would only get back to normal right before it was time to deploy again. But, that was the price he paid. He kept the world safe, and he used himself as the shield, protecting you and everyone else from unimaginable evils.
You loved watching him tear into this messy burger. The juice and sauce was dripping down his hands, and there was a smear of something warm and gooey trapped in the corner of his mouth and his overgrown mustache, ready for a long tongue to swipe it away. Still, you waited patiently for him to finish. You were just as eager for the third wish as he was, judging by the obvious erection straining against his gym shorts.
Pausing your ministrations, you cleared his food away and washed your hands. You made your way back over to the couch and knelt between his legs,
âMm, goddamn,â Alex sighed, wiping his mouth and hands with the napkin as he finished off his meal, âThat hit the fuckinâ spot.â
âYou ready for your last wish to come true, Lex?â You purred, digging your hands into the band of his shorts and peeling them down over his throbbing erection.
âYouâre too good to me, baby,â his voice deepened as he watched you reveal his length, bending over him to suckle the shining precome from his head, âMmf-fuck! I love cominâ home.â
You tried to take more of him, but he was impossibly hard, and your throat protested against his invasion. Gagging yourself, you choked, pulling away to catch a breath before going right back to suckle his cock.
âThaâs it. Lemme help you, babydoll,â Alex purred, placing a firm palm on your head and shoving you down onto him, working you past your deepest point, showing you how much further you could go with his help.
âI dreamt of this fuckinâ moment,â he confessed, âThis exact one. The one with your mouth full of me like this, droolinâ on me like this, suckinâ me like this⊠holy fuck!â
In a flash, both of his hands were on your head, shoving you down so much further onto his hard length, making your throat ache and burn.
You loved it, feeling your own pleasure building between your legs. His roughness made your mind go blank; you melted into his dumb little slut, shamelessly humping into your own hand as your brain begged for breath.
A hard fist pulled you off of him, and you gasped, rasping and wet, your shining drool swirling and pooling from your mouth, raining down onto his red, swollen prick.
âThere you are,â Alex smiled, âEyes on me, baby. Donât look away.â
As he lowered you back onto his hard length, you obeyed, gazing up at him despite your audible struggling, the pressure and tightness in your throat making you want to wrench your eyes shut. But you didnât. You were a good hole for him; youâd show him how much you missed him.
He moved your head up and down without your help. You were just along for the ride, breathing when you could, coughing and jerking when your body struggled to obey.
âThis mouth⊠holy hell. Gonna make me come, baby.â Then, he noticed your hand writhing beneath you, playing with yourself as you sucked him off, âYou touchinâ yourself? Oh, fuck. Fuck, thatâs hot.â
He began to fuck your throat in earnest, picking up his pace, leaning his head back on the couch in ecstasy. You reached up with your free hand and lifted your shirt over your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples, edging yourself right up to an orgasm, ignoring how lurid the gurgling noises that your throat was making sounded in the quiet living room.
âYou better get that filthy hole ready for me, babydoll. Your mouth is so damn good, but this load isnât goinâ in your tummy,â he saw your eyes widen and he chuckled, âNuh-uh. I am gonna fuck you until youâre too hoarse to scream my name.â
You couldnât help but moan, your eyes flashing white, rolling back into your head.
âHey!â That same tight fist shook you at your nape, shocking you back into submission, âGive me those eyes, baby. Such a pretty little slut. So good for me.â
Then, he rewarded you by holding you down to his base, scooting to the edge of the couch so that he could shove his cock all the way down your neck, using his free hand to rub your throat on the outside, squeezing the sides to feel himself as he filled your writhing, choking body.
âDoes my baby want to breathe? Givinâ up already?â
You tried to shake your head no, looking at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. You were no quitter. Youâd black the fuck out before you let him think you needed mercy.
âNo?â He seemed pleased, moaning as he grinded himself deep inside of you, moving your face back and forth to steep himself in his optimal pleasure, giving you brief gasps of sloppy air as he did. âSo proud of you, baby. Doinâ so well. Now⊠Swallow me, babydoll. Mmf-fuck! Yeah, just like that. Holy fuck.â
You swallowed around him, closing your throat across his cockhead over and over, feeling the soft fleshy tip squish and squeeze in the bottom of your throat, twitching at the root of your tongue. You tried to find a rhythm, swallowing in pulsating waves. Above you, Alex was coming undone, trembling and growling like an animal, barely hanging onto his sanity.
Suddenly, he ripped himself out of you in a wet, messy stroke. You leaned into his grip, lolling out your tongue, knowing that he had lost at his own edging game. Sure enough, he began to spray hot, sticky ropes of come across your nose and mouth, covering your face in his orgasm, coating you in his mark.
He was shouting loud enough to fill the room, and he just kept coming, his body twisting and bending in mindless sexual fury. You leaned forward to seal your mouth over his head, milking him of his heavy load, sucking down his essence like it would sustain you.
âOh, fuck!â He lamented, watching you clean his dick with your tongue, wearing his cream like a badge of honor, âCâmere, baby. Open wide.â
You opened your mouth up for him, sticking your messy tongue out as far as it would go. He grabbed your chin and began to use his other hand to swipe his load into your lips, smearing his come down your nose and across your cheeks to scoop it onto your tongue, making sure you didnât waste a drop.
You remained stock still, feeling his seed slipping down your throat and into your belly, but you kept your tongue out, showing him you were still his obedient cockslut.
âI hope youâre ready for me, baby, âcause Iâm still hard. Did you get that hole nice and warm for me?â
âYes, sir,â you smiled, pleased to play your part.
âShow me,â he smiled back - all devil, no angel.
You did as you were told, turning around, leaning your chest to the ground, and peeling your underwear down your thighs to show him his prize.
His hand spread your ass cheeks apart, and you felt him spit across your flesh, chuckling with an exciting cruelty as he spread his spit around with his thumb,
âOh, fuck. There it is. Iâm gonna pump you so full of come youâll be drippinâ for days and days and days...â
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Can I have D, M and V for Shu, Jun and Niki nsfw alphabet please đ
Requests are closed actually you know what fuck it we ball. why not. im in the mood for an alphabet ask. nobody request anything else this guy right here will be the only exception
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[D]Â DIRTY SECRET
Morning wood. All the time. He hates it so much like you wouldnât believe. Itâs not actually that big of a deal but for some reason heâll get hard no matter what he was dreaming of. Dream of his art winning an award and getting displayed in a gallery? Bricked up. Dream of going to a shrimp themed amusement park with the other eccentrics but it turns into a shopping mall where he gets lost in the bathroom? Hard as a rock. The worst thing to consistently happen to him.Â
[M]Â MOTIVATION
Trying to get Shu riled up for sex is like playing a game of operation. Itâs very easy to mess up and make him clam up and dismiss you. There is no surefire way to get Shu in the mood, but one thing he cannot resist is being worshiped by his partner. Praise by anyone else? Who cares. Getting treated tenderly and receiving loving encouragement from someone he cares about? Well... He is just a man after all.Â
[V] VOLUME
He tries to stay quiet, but he always ends up making some noise. Heâs generally speaking a panter and a grunter over a moaner. Just like everything regarding sex, he can be quite shy and quite particular about his performance, he struggles a lot in regards to feeling shame over making any sound during sex so be sure to give him plenty of reassurance (but not too much lest he feel coddled)!Â
[D] DIRTY SECRETÂ
Wants and I mean WANTS to smell your underwear soooooo bad. Itâs crazy how badly he wants to do it. He has too much respect and self-discipline to give in and do it but if you were to even so much as hint to being okay with it... well, he might just offer to do your laundry from then on.... totally not to hide the evidence of what heâd get on the fabric.Â
[M] MOTIVATION
His own hormones and any piece of visible skin. All he has to do is look at someone heâs into for long enough and he can get turned on. If he already has a sexual relationship with someone then oh boy is he even worse. Cleavage, thighs, hands, necks, anything can catch his eye and get him going if itâs exposed.Â
[V] VOLUME
Naturally on the quieter side of things. He tends to grunt a lot and is a fan of dirty talk sometimes, but heâs also more than content to just silently make you feel good without feeling the need to vocalize. He doesnât have much shame about making noise or not making it at all, truly an unbothered king.Â
[i don't have access to my main pc rn forgive me for not using niki's banner i only have so many of them]
NIKI SHIINA
[D] DIRTY SECRET
You know those âhey babe I passed out 7 times but your cinnamon rolls are readyâ memes? He wants to actually give it a shot. Either on the giving or receiving end, heâs down. He recognizes itâd probably suck but will that stop him? No. Would totally try cooking something with his/your cum if youâd like.Â
[M] MOTIVATION
Knowing someone else wants him is usually what gets him going. As long as he has the free time, Niki is usually down for a quick fuck but knowing someone else's eyes are on him makes him all the more excited. Sometimes hunger also gets him to feel in the mood. Thereâs a fine line though, if he gets too hungry, heâll need a break to go eat or he might pass out lol.Â
[V] VOLUME
Heâs generally noisy. He doesnât really try to hold himself back unless heâs worried about disturbing his neighbors. Sometimes he can even get chatty during sex. Heâs a bit prone to getting distracted and letting his mind wander so sometimes, when you check in on him, heâll start saying something completely unrelated like âWe need to buy more eggsâ while youâre having sex.Â
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