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legolasghosty · 2 years ago

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Wip Word Finding Game

Hullo, @innytoes tagged me in this a couple days ago and the stars have aligned enough to let me speak on the internet so here goes!

Okay so I cannot find any sunshine. Apparently that is just not a word I use when I write. So here's a Star instead!

Julie jumped, almost falling off her stool. She whirled around to see Luke standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face. Her face flushed. No one was supposed to hear that.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, standing and grabbing the tablet.

“Nah I was just helping Carlos brainstorm a ghost video. Did you get anything good on there?” he asked, pointing to the device.

“What, no, I didn’t record anything,” Julie lied. “You’re on your own, rockstar boy.”

(From the Jem and the Holograms AU where Julie is afraid of being on camera.)

Grin

“I’ll help set it up!” Carlos jumped in eagerly. “Trapping cats is way easier than trapping ghosts.”

Julie rolled her eyes at her brother but grinned. They all had their weird lockdown fixations. Julie baked, their dad started drawing on sticky notes and leaving them everywhere, and Carlos hunted ghosts.

(From the Molina Foster Kittens fic where they can't keep the new kitten in the garage....)

Small

She snagged a grey hoodie off the back of a kitchen chair and pulled it on. It definitely belonged to one of her brothers, though god only knew which one. It dwarfed her small frame, helping shut out the chill of the morning. A glance out the window told her that Tia Victoria had already left for work, so her dad was the only parent home. And he didn’t really share his sister-in-law’s distaste for people eating on the furniture as long as nothing spilled…

(From the Jem and the Holograms AU where Julie has a lot of adopted brothers and doesn't want to deal with eating at the table)

Sigh

Alex chuckled and took a long sip of his tea before moving over to stand between Willie’s knees. “This better?” he checked, setting the mug down beside Willie’s hip so he could wrap his arms around their waist.

“Yes,” Willie sighed contentedly, letting himself fall forward into Alex’s embrace.

Alex chuckled and pulled them closer. “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he murmured.

(From the fic where everyone dances around the house together and Willie is very sleepy)

Plant

Julie wasn’t sure what to say. Her head was spinning. It felt wrong that losing the house was even possible. Sure, money had been tight this year, but how had it gotten here?

Tia Victoria stood and walked around the kitchen table to plant a kiss on the top of Julie’s head. “It’ll all be alright, you get some rest.”

Julie rose slowly. “Goodnight,” she mumbled as she headed up the stairs to her attic room.

(From the Jem and the Holograms AU where Julie is suddenly aware of financial issues)

Sue me, that JatH AU is the longest current project I have. I haven't touched it in like a month though. School is destroying my brain.

Tagging @linden-after-hours, @caswellseyes, @lockwoodsco, @fandomscraziness22, and anyone else who wants to play!

Your words are fly, smirk, laugh, run, and star!

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #tag game #no pressure to the tagged of course!#I have too many WIPs #maybe I'll be able to knock a few out over the summer #*he says ya know like a liar*#I do WANT to #I just can't for whatever reason #words no work good #so they'll have to stay in here!

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immabebaby · 2 days ago

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helpless love life rant ahead

God I have the worst love hate relationship with my feelings rn cuz like yes but no but what if but it's been forever but it's special but why

Y'know?

I am in love with my best friend, which wasn't a problem a few years ago when I first found out, but now I really want these extra feelings gone. I want to go back to being her best friend, close confidant and all that and not want to be her girlfriend

At first I was like whatever, extra feelings means there's more love for her, but now I kinda hate the fact that I'm in love with her, I hate all these mushy feelings of longing and jealousy, all a that I want it gone

See my problem isn't just that I love her, no it can't be that simple. My problem is that short of making out we're practically a couple, and I know for a fact I don't act like this with any of my other friends, which I don't really know if she's noticed, they have tho. They all know, and the very least, "she's special"

I've taken her dancing, and I don't dance with anyone who isn't family, well I don't dance close, there's a difference to standing a few feet apart and shuffling in place vs taking her hand and leading her in a dance, pulling her close and twirling her around. God, I hold her hand. That may not seem like much but I have an ick to hand holding, even just someone's hand resting above my own, my other friends have picked up on it given that they rarely do it and I only initiate when they require that level of comfort. But with her? I hold her hand freely, seeking her out, reaching for her subconsciously, it does feel icky or gross or wrong in any way, it feels comforting and safe, and sometimes I think about simply holding her hand and never letting go

There's been times where I think about our future, how our wedding would go down (I'd wear a huge dress n walk down the aisle, she'd be able to rock a suit, haven't settled music) or about potential future kids, I know I want them, doubt she wants any tho living together, the whole package, even just being able to go on real dates with her, and being able to call her mine

I want the feelings gone bc she's my best friend and I know she won't ever see me that way, and even if she does now, I don't want to anymore. It's been too long almost, a year and a half after we befriended each other, I realized there was something more there, and after testing how far I could push out relationship, I now realize that it's hard to bring it back.

It's hard bc at the end of the day, a small part of me really wants to say fuck it, shoot my shot, and if she says yes then go all in, let myself have what I've been dreaming about for years . A larger part is fully aware of not only the fruitlessness of asking, but also those loving, tender feelings of love I've held onto for years have a ring of bitter resentment in them because it's been years, years of everyone assuming we're already together and having to explain we're not, years since I've taken her dancing, years of holding her hand and wanting her by my side forever. Years of senseless jealousy that never sees the light of day, years of hearing her wishes of a relationship with anyone, anyone but me clearly.

Years of knowing these feelings will never be returned, and yet I cannot bring myself to hold these feelings against her, or against anyone for that matter, not even myself.

These feelings are still pure, gentle in how I still love her so much even after years of hoping it'll go away.

Then I remember that at the end of the day, she's still my best friend, I'm still one of the most important people in her life, she's with me in the way she's able to and that's still enough. I don't need that relationship, I don't need a "bigger" claim that best friend. I'm already by her side no matter what, and she knows that. And maybe I need to remember that more often

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hoshigray · 4 months ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐌𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 | gojō satoru

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: bully! Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you + Gojo are college juniors - first kiss - fingering (f! receiving) - sqüiřtıng - virginity loss - corruption kink - missionary + deep impact positions - clitoral play - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy, you sillies!) - premature ejaculation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, princess) - itty bitty possessiveness - mention of spit/drool and tears.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

“Yo.”

“Yes, Satoru?”

“You never had your first kiss, huh?”

Gojo Satoru takes pleasure in being your bully — nothing in his third year of college gives him much joy than being your one source of torment. Sure, he’s got everything: being the campus’ grounds #1 heartthrob, a star player on the men’s basketball team, and an excellent scholar in all his courses despite being a dickhead. But, even if he possesses the things that put him at the top of the class body, his other fountain of entertainment comes from something - or someone - that playing ball or dormitory parties can’t produce the same level of internal enjoyment.

You and he were alone in his apartment, umbrellaed under the instruction of working on an upcoming project this month. Of course, boredom is evident in the tall one’s heavy sighs as he looks through multiple articles on his laptop. Cerulean orbs wander away from the device’s screen and land on the other side of the couch; another figure glued to the armrest is concentrated on typing their keyboard to notice the prying survey.

Gojo’s ennui begins to flicker out the moment he sees you, wanting nothing to do with this damn assignment and just to mess with his favorite pushover. This is precisely why he prompts himself to ask you a question, and judging by how quickly your fingers stop typing, now his attention is hooked onto a matter way more fascinating.

He spots your flattened lips. “…Wh–Where did that come from?”

“Just curious, a random thought that came to my head.”

“Why was that the thought that—“

“Hey, aren’t ya gonna answer the question?”

You stammer. “What makes you think I never had my first kiss?!”

He lifts a brow; his round shades shine when he smirks. “So you did have a first kiss?” Your lips open with no voice, and both silver eyebrows rise from the silent answer you’re giving, only for you to close your mouth and avert your gaze elsewhere. Gotcha, he stifles a chuckle. “Thought so, you terrible liar. Embarrassed I called you out? Haha, hilarious.”

Your eyes may be on the words of your document on your laptop, but the heat on your cheeks and the uncomfortable knot in your gut kept brewing. You chew on your lips to focus on something other than the guy getting a kick out of your lack of experience — the guy you don’t hear close and place his computer on the coffee table.

“Hey,” the closeness of his voice takes you aback, and you’re surprised to see him sit closer enough to bring a hand to close your laptop. “Wanna kiss me?”

Mortified eyelids shoot wide. “Wanna—Wh-What!?!” What the fuck is going on?!? “Why would you ask me—“

A nonchalant shrug adds more weight to your shock. “Why not? It’s just you and me, alone in my apartment at 8 o’clock. Sounds like a perfect opportunity, doncha think?”

“Yeah, to do work!” Your emphasis fails as Gojo takes your device to add to the table surface. “I-I didn’t come here for you to question me and ask to—“

“You got someone else you’re waiting for?” He uses a hand to cage you from escaping, a knee between your legs. He knows he has the upper hand, observing behind shielded sunglasses as he awaits your response.

“I–W-Well,” God, what did I get myself into? “Not necessarily…”

“So, do you not trust me with your first kiss?”

“That’s…That’s not the point—“

“You’re deflecting!”

“Satoru,” the way you say his name — low and soft, a pleading whisper — makes something switch for Gojo, looking at your bashful expression with hesitant hands, barely pushing his chest. “We shouldn’t…Let’s get back to the assignment?”

That wasn’t working on him; he’d never want to stop teasing you, especially now when you look too cute. “Let me kiss you one time, ‘kay? Then, we’ll go straight back to work.” He can see the cogs work in your brain, deciphering whether he is genuine. Was he? He couldn’t tell; all he was thinking about was how your lips felt. “I promise, princess.”

You didn’t mean it to happen, but you scan from his shades to his lips; now, it’s all you can see. The bob of his Adam’s apple, when he gulps, has your breath hitch, and after a few silent seconds with no movement, he begins to descend his face lower, and your lids swiftly close. So does his as he gently places his pillowy lips onto your plump ones, and a hushed squeak doesn’t go neglected.

Cherry — that’s the flavor that Gojo can taste. It has to be from the lip gloss you plastered on your lips that made them inviting to gawk at, pretty lips that the tall other couldn’t stop peering occasionally. He licks the bottom, taking in more of the taste with a soft groan. You yelp, gaping your lips further to give the man above an idea, and chew on your bottom lip. More whimpers slide past your control, hands gripping his sweatshirt as he peppers you with soft kisses, latching onto yours for longer seconds from one after the other — so much for one kiss.

You’re the one to break it off, hesitantly backing away from him to breathe. Hot skin returns to the cold air, and intimate huffs fuel into the space. You open your eyes slowly, half-lidded with knitted brows and scorching ears. You examine Gojo’s neutral expression; orbs that were once filled with reluctance are now replaced with a...wonder.

An innocent wonder that nearly has Gojo shut down from seeing as your hands steadily ring around his neck. There it is again, another switch flipped. This time, a spark ignites his brain, curiosity coursed to a more indecent field after what it feels like taking your first kiss. Because the way you’re looking under him — entirely submitted to him and his touch — wasn’t something he expected to rock his core. And all he can think about now…

…Is what taking all of your firsts would be like.

“—Taaahhh, haah…! Satoru, w-wait a min—“

“Hey, baby, tell me, what’s it like having my fingers inside you?”

Gojo’s little experiment delved into different extremes; your first kiss was the starting point of the many thoughts that perturbed his thinking. He wanted to know more about your potential firsts. For example, such as right now, how you’d be if he were the first to touch your privates.

The atmosphere around the living room became hotter; the tepid silence switched with the erotic sounds and squeals that exited your system. Your legs spread apart, Gojo in between your thighs as his big, calloused hand swims under your panties to shove away and meet the bareness of your cunt. You were so wet, your liquids effortlessly coating his fingertips with barely any push. An entire mess between your inner thighs and labia. And that made Gojo’s mind go wild.

“Holy shit,” he chuckles in a heavy sigh. “So fucking wet and tight…Heh, you’re all like this because of a kiss, huh? So adorably pathetic.”

Refutation is impossible as he curls his forefinger inside, scraping your upper wall in a manner you never envisaged. “Sator—Mmmph…!” He keeps pushing the digit to the knuckle, touching crevices of your inner channel you could never reach. “O-Ohhh, Jesus…”

“Mmmm, fuck, you're twitching like crazy,” and Gojo was loving every second of it. The taller junior then decides to test something and creeps his middle finger near your opening, smearing itself with your come as lube.

You sense him push the finger in, nerves heightened. “W-Wait, Satoru, I can’t—“

“Oh, yes, you can.” He interrupts you with a cheeky sneer. “You’re practically asking for it with you twitching so much. Watch.” Gojo pushes the middle digit leisurely; your beseeching babbles become increasingly incoherent when he adds the whole thing with the other finger. Now, both of them have you shrilling from their intrepid fashion, grazing on your vaginal walls with every pull and shove until his knuckles smooch your labia.

Good God, the place is so hot, your face is hot, your body’s hot, your insides feel hot — everything is just too hot for you to handle! And your brain cannot hold itself together as the seconds go. You throw your head back, your eyes sewn shut, “OhGod, ahhck! Wait, stooop! Go slow, go slo—Ohhh!” Gojo does the exact opposite; the pace of his fingers surges to a tempo you find difficult to ride through. Your entire frame locks together, preparing for the inevitable to slip past your hold, and tremors course around you as your orgasm hits you like a train.

Simultaneously as Gojo continues to rut your soapy cunt, a clear liquid disperses out of your urethra and sprays outward. Sprinkling onto the skin of your thighs and drenching your underwear. Although you’re not the only one who gets caught, Gojo at the front gets a genuine display of you showering his forearm with your essence, damping his sweatshirt in the process, and even a bit on his sunglasses.

It happens the third time: something snaps inside Gojo once he sees your oddly beautiful teary face. It’s at that moment that something in his core breaks and permeates his entire body with a force that’s been itching to get out when he kissed you earlier. He swallows thickly because the next thing he does after this will eat him alive, a queerly anticipated feeling for the white-haired man.

Of course, Gojo is astonished at what transpired, the shock in his eyes concealed by the shades. “Did you…just squirt on me?” His ears pick up the sound of you sobbing, your hands covering your face as you whine.

Massive tears roll down your cheeks, “I—hic—I told you to wait…!”

It’s a no-brainer that Gojo pulls you off the couch and leads you to throw on top of his bed, stripping himself off his pants and briefs to free his raging erection and crawling up on top of you after chucking his shades off. A gasp leaves puffy lips when his pink glans meet the folds of your vagina, burrowing between your labia to coat with your slick.

“Satoru, wait,” you voice. “D-Don’t you have a condom?”

“Sorry, ran out of them.” Lies. Gojo knows he has rubbers tucked in his nightstand. However, the intention to use them is nowhere to be found. Because tonight – knowing completely and damn well you’re still a virgin – he had to fuck you raw. The drive to do so sent shivers up his spine. “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll promise to pull out.”

Yet again, another deception.

Gojo pushes the tip in as he counts your breaths, watching every wince and contortion of your expression as the cockhead ventures and seeks shelter inside your slit. Your body is squirming through every exhale, and Gojo’s coaxes to relax your rigidness are somewhat helpful as you intake air. Before you know it, your mouth goes to a permanent ‘o’ shape once the tip is inserted, the act of breathing stops, and your body recoils and tenses as he slowly forces the foreign limb to carve your tightness inch by inch.

Oh, fucking shit…!! Oh yeah, Gojo thanks himself for not putting on a rubber. The firm grasp of your walls around his length nearly has him lose balance, sinking into your warm wetness clenching onto him so deliciously. He bites his lip to composure, a futile attempt as he throws in a few slow thrusts, and the snug of you has him in a chokehold. Then, when he hits your cervix, you instinctively grip onto him tighter and wrap your legs around him, and Gojo almost chokes.

“F-Fuuck, wait, wait..!” He curses, submitting to a release way too early; his hips tremble as his cock ejaculates into your vagina. Shocks rattle his brain, rolling his eyes to the ceiling at the sensation of pooling himself into you. “Shit, oh shiiiit…this fucking pussy is driving me crazy.”

It really does because Gojo, still keen from his climax, dials the cadence, rutting into you with purpose. The sudden movements have your shrieks bouncing across the bedroom walls, and hits to your womb are frequent and cause more tears to strike down without your comprehension. “Nnnmm! OhhhmyGod…! Mmoohh!!”

“Heh, look at you cryin’,” Gojo teases you from above, licking a tear before kissing your cheek and ear. “Guess that’s expected for your first time, huh…Hnnnm, God, you’re clenching my dick so much.”

“Th-That’s because you’re—“The curve of his shaft has the tip graze your walls in an angle that makes your back arch. “Ahhoooo!! I’m fuull; you’re making me fulll…!!”

“Awww, am I making you full, crybaby?” He mocks you in your ear, the snicker sounding too salacious to the drum. “You full with my dick that it got you whining and crying for me?”

I can’t do this! Your brain dissolves into mush, and your face is too hot to construct adequate consciousness. “I can feel it, I can feel…”

“What is it? I can’t hear you through all the sobbing,” Gojo unscrews your legs to maneuver one for him to straddle and the other to lie on his shoulder. The new position gave him a directed way to piston his pelvis into your aching cunt, your squeals turning into screams as pokes to your womb come with the feverish pacing. He’s hitting so deep you can’t catch up! “What, you think you’re about to cum?”

You nod hurriedly. “Yes, yesss!!”

“Oh, that’s what you want now?” The snow-headed man chortles before sneaking a hand to your vulva, where his fore and middle finger swipe on your clit. “Tell me, is that what my pathetic angel wants?” You nod again, so he pinches your bud. “Tell me properly~.”

“—Ahhnnn, ohh, Sa—‘Toruuu!!” You pan to him. “Pleaseee, please make me cum, I wanna cum…!!”

God, this was a picture worth savoring. The image of you being all desperate for release, wanting nothing but to succumb to your wanton desire. You looked so ruined, like a completely different person compared to the meek exterior Gojo used to. And it’s all because of him – his words, his touches, his lips, and his dick – that you’re like this. A fact that only propels him to hammer his hips into you harsher.

“Good girl,” he bends down to close his face to yours. Surveying you make such erotic faces as he keeps playing with your clit is food for his soul. “Enjoy yourself, princess,” and he steals your lips once more for another kiss.

Your orgasm comes to you quicker than ever, thanks to the work of Gojo’s hips, the hits of your cervix, the pinches on your clitoris, and the sloppy makeout session. Your body freezes and lets the aftershocks jolt you to a rocky clarity, your head in a dense fog, and your vision just about blurry. Your legs quiver with heaving breaths, and Gojo keeps thrusting as you soon fall out of your euphoria.

The cold air blankets both of you once tense muscles calm down and bring you two back to reality. Silence befriends the lack of words aside from the pants of breath, and Gojo sluggishly withdraws his cock out of your wet chasm, whistling at the sight of his load slowly protruding out of your essence.

“Hey,” your face forms into a helpless expression. “Bet you never tried anal before.”

Tonight was dedicated to conquering all of your firsts. And Gojo means that with every bone in his body!

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