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aenokiawrld · 4 months

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kiss below the line…

a/n: i hate him but at the same i ain’t mind letting him tap 😋 also using colored panels for now cause it’s cuter tee hee

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: p in v sex, oral sex, afab!reader, reader lowk a top here but sanji gets a tad bit of confidence towards the end, sanji know how to eat that kitty 🙏, reader a FREAK, call this man sanji freaksmoke ong 💀🙏, reader wears a bikini, no set arc, risky public sex, they fuck in a secluded area but still open to public, porn WITH plot

tags ✮⋆˙ smut, afab!reader x sanji, beach date, p in v bby, no set arc - no spoilers

now playing: dive - victoria monét

After a long strenuous journey of hopping from island to island, you suggested the crew stop at a tropical resort for a few days to rest and gather supplies for the Sunny. Liberating islands from tyrannical rule and going against from oppressive government is tiring…Well guess what? It’s time the Strawhats get a well deserved break!

“Hmm, yea sure,” your rubber captain shrugged.

“Wow, you didn’t really think that through did ya, Luffy?”

“No, you’re right. After a long battle, I’m pretty beat plus…”

“Plus?”

“A seafood boil sounds nice,” he laughed as he rubbed his rumbling belly.

Robin chuckled at Luffy’s expression, “Well, since us devil fruit power users can’t swim in the water, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a nice seafood feast cooked by our skillful chef.”

You suddenly see the pervy chef’s nose start to heave heavily, a few drops of blood trickling down his chin, “OF COURSE, ANYTHING FOR THE BEAUTIFUL LADIES OF OUR SHIP!”

His stance takes a 180 as he faces the men of the crew, “The men have to hunt for their own food.”

Zoro looks at him with annoyance, “Hey! Can I at least get some sake?!”

Luffy pouts, “No fair! I want to relax like the girls too!”

“Well, real men hunt for their own food!”

You sighed, “Sanji, relax, the guys worked hard at the last island. Cut ‘em some slack will ya?”

His demeanor changed as soon as you spoke, “OH MY DEAR, [NAME], YOU ARE SO RIGHT.”

“Alright, fine, since we’re going to have a seafood boil, I gotta gather some ingredients.”

“A spectacular feast created by our lovely cook, my mouth is watering just thinking about it, if I had any saliva…YOHOHOHO!”

“Then, it’s settled! Nami, set course for [insert cool island here]!”

“Right away, captain!” The beautiful tangerine-haired girl yelled back.

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The summer sun shone upon the golden sand, the crystal blue water crashing upon the shore as the coconut trees swayed to the calming wind. The resort is occupied by many beach goers as children ran along the hot sand with beach balls, men clinked their beers, and ladies were served fancy mojitos. The smell of grilled meat lingered the air as barbecue parties took place nearby.

You reveled in the moment until hearing your captain’s booming voice destroy your peace of mind.

“WOOHOO!”

“LUFFY, DON’T GO IN THE WATER, YOU CAN’T-”

The rubber boy struggled to keep afloat in the water has he gargled for help, “HELP! HELP!”

“swim…” You facepalmed.

“I got it…” The green haired swordsman immediately dived into the water before rescuing your struggling captain.

“Captain, be more careful, will ya?”

He coughed up seawater, “Bleghhh, Zoro, I might throw up on you…”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

You decided to sit with the girls when the blonde cook approached all of you. He sported black swimtrunks, along with a half-opened tropical shirt while holding a tray full of orange cocktails, “Well, ladies, can I interest ya’ll in some ‘Sex on the Beach’ drinks to quench your thirst?”

The black-haired vixen smiled, “Thanks, Sanji. You really know how to read our minds.”

“Wow, these look refreshing, as expected from our cook!” Nami took a sip of the alcoholic drink.

“No kidding, I was starting to feel a bit parched myself,” you smiled.

Sanji covered his nose to prevent a nose bleed from coming out, “Ladies, Ladies, no need to thank me. Just doing my job.” He smiled to himself as he replayed the compliments in his head.

You looked at him with concern, “Hey, Sanji. How’s ingredient gathering going for ya?”

“Huh? Oh, I’ve been trying to catch some fish and crab for the last 30 minutes but I think the amount of people here are scaring them away.”

“Hmm, hey! I can help you look for a secluded spot for fishing!” You cheerfully suggested to him.

“Oh, I can’t let a lovely lady like you get up and help me out like this!”

You chuckled, “No worries, I’d rather walk around then sit down doing nothing.”

“Well…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have extra help.”

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You sealed the bucket full of prawns before setting it aside and sitting down on the dampening sand, “Wow, we caught a lot today! We’re gonna be eating tonight, aren’t we?” You looked at the remaining gold rays of light slowly disappear in beyond the horizon.

He laughed at your amusement, “I should start cooking soon if we’re gonna serve this on time for the crew to start feasting.”

You attempted to carry the heavy bucket of freshly caught prawns, but it proved to be difficult with the sandy environment preventing better movement in your legs.

He noticed your struggle with the filled container, “Need any help?” He walked towards your sinking figure in the moist sand, lantern in hand to illuminate the darkened atmosphere.

“Ah, no, no! It’s ok!”

“Come on, [Name]. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, really, I can manage-”

“I’ll just grab this part-”

“Sanji! It’s gonna-“

Splash

“…fall,” your once dried figures now soaked with sea water as both of you guys fell backwards into the incoming waves — his trembling body loomed over yours, salty droplets falling onto your face.

The sound of your increasing heart beat pounding in your ears from the closed distances between your bodies. Your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his toned abs up close to your face, despite the evening darkness sweeping in to mask the dimming sunset.

You were embarrassed to admit it, but you always had a slight interest in the blonde cook. Sure, you were a little annoyed by his flirtatious attempts and his slightly pervy behavior — yet, in his times of seriousness that complimented his cool, stoic character, it was…quite attractive.

The amount of times you caught yourself staring at him as he cooked the crew’s meals with rolled-up sleeves, or chilling on the ship while lighting the butt of his cigarette. You had to resist the urge to bite your lip then and there.

But, seeing him on top of you while half naked and wet took the final slice of the cake.

“O-oh my god, I’m so sorry! I should’ve listened to you-” The blood rushed to his cheeks and ears to form an embarrassed blush before lifting himself off you.

“Hot damn….” You muttered to yourself.

“Uh…what?”

“Um- Uh, nothing,” you shot him a sheepish smile before lifting yourself up. “It’s all good, I should’ve just accepted your help,” you laugh awkwardly as you drag the fallen bucket.

“Ahem, that would’ve been awkward if anyone in the crew saw us,” he brushed his hand through his blonde locks before searching his pockets for his cigarette box.

You suddenly halt your process of dragging the prawn bucket, an invisible lightbulb lighting upon your head. You turn to the chef before smirking at him,“I wouldn’t mind giving them a show.”

You could practically see his eyes bulging out of his sockets at your flirtatious manner. Who knew the pervy cook would get nervous by one of the only girls in the Strawhats? You wanted to take advantage of this sudden burst of confidence…

You walked up to him, his face producing a red hue on his cheeks as he watched your figure close the proximity between you two. His heartbeat increased at the sight of your practically bikini-clad body swaying in the moonlight. He clutched the cigarette between his teeth…

You look up at his flustered face before stealing the lit cigarette from his lips, a seductive tone poisoned your words, “Can we stay here for a bit?”

The nervous cook gulped, “U-Uh um…why?”

He watched as you took a drag out of his own cigarette before putting it out — He never found anything so sexy in his life; not even when he saw a naked Nami back in Alabasta before.

You harshly pushed his toned figure onto the dry sand before noticing the now obvious bulge in his pants. You were quite pleased by the outcome of this situation as you watched the cook fall to his knees for you — he relished in the sight of you using him. It was kind of different from the way you seen him with other girls. Slowly, you hovered over his body; his eyes glued onto your bikini-covered chest as he felt his mouth become dry.

“I think you know the answer, Sanji…”

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A needy moan escaped from the cook’s mouth as you caught his lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongue ravaging with his as you grinded your clothed heat on his crotch. His body had become so turned-on from your sudden dominant nature, your touches like a tempting devil.

“[Name]…fuck,” his hands moved to your hips as you continued dry humping his erection.

You caught his lower lip between your teeth, “You’re so fucking sexy when you say my name like that, wanna scream it more for me?” You watched his body shutter as you exchanged the movement of your hips with your rubbing over his hardened bulge.

“A-ah shit, mon chérie, quit teasing me…”

You bit your lip as you continued your edge on his clothed cock, ignoring his pleas for your pussy. You relished in the sight of the blonde begging for your attention. You rubbed his erection in a faster pace, grabbing the outline of his size — he groaned at your intense touch.

A sly smirk creeped onto your face as you guided his hand under your skimpy bikini top, his hand instinctively squeezing the soft mound of flesh, brushing over your now hardened nipple. A soft moan left your mouth as you felt his rough hand roll the pearl between his fingers. You slapped his hand away with a smirk on your face.

You slowly shoved two fingers into his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue sucking and licking them, “Wanna show me what that mouth can do?”

You remove your bikini bottom, revealing the transparent slick trail of your arousal connecting from your pussy to the dampened cloth. You toss it to the side before hovering your crotch over his flustered face.

You harshly grabbed his face, “Make me cum and maybe I’ll give ya a reward.”

“…Yes, ma’am…”

You cautiously lowered your hips onto his face before you felt strong hands hastily grab your hips and slam you down. A yelp came out of you at the sudden pressure of your crotch rubbing on his face.

The warmness of his tongue desperately overlapping over your needy hole as you bit your lip to conceal the sounds of your impending pleasure. The sound of the crashing salt water colliding with the sand had become quieter as the sun died down and the moonlight became brighter.

The sound of sloppy wetness overtaking your hearing as he fucked his tongue inside you. You face twisting from the overbearing sensation of pleasure took over your body as you grinded your cunt further into his face, the feeling of his nose rubbing against your sensitive clit, the smell of your arousal radiating off your warm body.

He lapped his tongue over your erected bud as sucked you off like a starved man. He groaned as he pulled your hips harder onto his face with need, his grip tightening around you. — He became obsessed with the taste of you and he was wanting more.

He slid his hands over the fleshy mounds of your ass before spreading them apart for better access. The speed of his tongue fastening had jolted the nerves of your body, your back arching from the overstimulation on your abused clit.

“S-Sanji! Oh god, keep going!” You cried out in pleasure. The moist sounds of his mouth connected with your saliva-coated cunt.

“Mmm’ Mon chérie, cum on my face,” he groaned as he swiped his tongue over your pulsating hole.

Your core tightened as you felt your approaching climax form into a pit in your stomach, “Then, you better savor it while you can, Blondie.”

He swore he could’ve felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks at the sound of his nickname slipping from your lips. God, the things you do to him…

You swayed your hips to the movement of his hungry tongue as the muscles of your increasingly tightening before you felt the imaginary coil unravel and relax. Your milky liquid leaking out your pulsating hole, smothering over the cook’s face.

He released the suction of mouth over your erected bud with the sound of a pop. His chin had been covered in his own saliva and your arousal. He huffed and puffed as he caught his breath. The taste of your cum lingered as on his lips as he licked them without shame.

“Good boy, I think it’s time I give you your reward,”you shifted your body off his face, the feeling of the cold grainy sand resting below your knees as you lowered your face over his crotch.

A surprised moan escaped the cook’s tainted lips as you pressed light kissed over his erection, the taste of ocean salt overtaking your taste buds. You could practically feel his wanting cock straining along the restraints of his wet as it ached for your touch.

You grabbed the hem of his trunks, peeling the fabric to reveal his touch-starved cock — it had a slight curve to it, the circumcised tip supporting a swollen redness as it leaked precum, his shaft with a few veins trailing down to his nicely-groomed happy trail of blonde hair surrounding it, his balls desperately awaiting to be emptied from all the edging you did to him.

“Nice cock, dude.”

“Haha, very funny, [Name],” he sarcastically rolled his eyes.

“I’m being serious, Sanji,” you swipe your index finger over the dripping slit of his tip.

A grunt escaped his lips as you flicked his sensitive cock in a teasing manner; Your hand running down his shaft before slowly fisting his cock in your hand. That fucking smug smirk painted on your face that drove him insane the entire time.

Your hand moved up and down faster as you watched his face twist from pleasure, his body jerking from the sudden jolts of electricity running in his body from your touch — You swiped your tongue over the flushed head, savoring the taste of the transparent liquid as you continued your pace on his shaft. A sharp hiss escaped through his teeth as you rubbed and squeezed his sensitive balls in the process; god, he was about to burst then and there.

He gripped the sand below him as you brought him to the edge of his orgasm, you enjoyed the amount of overstimulation you brought to his cute face as his curly brows scrunched together in pleasure. You bit your lip as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before-

“Sanjiiiii! [Name]! Where are you?? I’m hungry!!” You hear Luffy’s voice in the distance.

The cook looked back at you in horror, in fear that both of you guys were about to get caught by your captain. Luckily, you were out of sight from your rubber captain due to the steep rock wall that separated you and Sanji from him. You shot him a devious look as you continued your movement on his needy cock, “Gonna answer?”

Oh, fuck you.

“W-We’re still busy fishing so g-go away!” He yelled back with nervousness.

He bit the inside of his cheek as you engorged his cock into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum filling your taste buds as you slobbered over the tip and shaft.

“Well, hurry up already!!” the hurried tone of your captain’s voice echoing in the distance.

The cook groaned in annoyance, “SH- SHUT UP AND BE PATIENT OR ELSE ITS VEGETARIAN FROM NOW O-ON!!!”

“AGHH FINEEEE…”

A small snort escaped through your nose as you heard their short banter. Sanji was such a cutie patootie when he got mad at the crew you thought to yourself.

That’s probably why you enjoy seeing the cook moaned and whimpered as he submitted to your touch, wanting more of your attention from you. <3

He felt as if he could cum to the vibrations of your gagging alone as you struggled to swallow his cock whole, hitting the gag reflex that sat in the back of your throat. What didn’t help was when you caressed his swollen balls, squeezing them as if they were putty in your hands. They tensed at your touch as they added onto the ongoing stimulation on his messy cock.

He bit his lip while grabbing tufts of your hair as he felt the euphoric climax slowly creep towards his tip as you continued sucking him like a summertime popsicle.

Just when he was about to release his seed, you halted your action; releasing his cock with a pop as it bounced towards his abdomen. His cock twitched with impatience as it awaited more of your stimulation. The tip redder than before as it begged to release its seed.

He huffed, “Mon chérie…wha… what are you doing?”

You hovered over him before whispering in his ear, “I’m gonna ride you, that’s what i’m gonna do.” You bit his ear before aligning yourself over his cock.

You slammed on his cock, causing both of ya’ll to gasp in pleasure as you felt the gumminess of your walls swallow his size. He grabbed the fat of your ass as you bucked your hips up and down.

“Oh god! Oh yes!” You cried out as you felt him match his hip movements with yours.

Your pussy was practically a perfect mold for him as you sought to reach that euphoric feeling of edging to your arrival. You became obsessed with the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix as each thrust became deeper and rougher. You swore you saw a tear well up in his ducts as you watched his face become a moaning mess.

“Hah, oh fuck! K-Keep going at this speed, I might cum inside you…” He squeezed your ass harder as he kissed and sucked the skin on your collar bone.

“S-Sanji- hah!” You felt his lips lick the soft flesh of your chest as he moved his hands towards the underside of the fabric triangles, pushing them upwards to reveal the dark pearls of your cherries.

“Sanji!” You screamed his name as you felt the warm sensation of his tongue lap over your erected nipples. Now you’re the one being a victim to overstimulation.

He groaned as he made out with your right nipple while pinching your left one, the friction leaving you speechless as you were left in a moaning mess. He clenched your the soft mound as he felt your moist walls squeeze around his cock.

“You’ve been teasing me this whole time, I couldn’t help but retaliate…” He left your right boob with purple marks around your now tender nipples. He shifted his attention towards your left boob as he sucked and bit your dark pearl, enough to send electricity towards your pussy.

“Mmm’ you taste so divine, Mon chérie…This is way better than some seafood boil.” He loved the way you clenched on his cock as he sucked your sensitive nipple.

No amount of crashing ocean waves nor the sound of seagulls squawking under the illuminated night sky could muffle out the sounds of sloppy slaps and moans of the heated moment you both shared. You cried out his name in hiccups as he continued the movement of his hips guiding his cock towards your cervix, increasing his speed.

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji…i’m gonna cum!” You were going dizzy at his hypnotizing movements.

“Fuck, me too…Can I cum on that pretty face of yours, Mon chérie?”

You nodded as you felt that familiar tightening feeling in your abdomen of your impending orgasm had . The thought of releasing on his cock was racing in your mind as you wanted to savor the sensation the next time you had the “urge.”

You gripped his shoulders as you arched your back to the ripping feeling of your toe-curling release, a cry for pleasure escaped your lips as you felt your abused walls clench around him. — thick, white…it poured from your used hole as it coated on his twitching member, waiting to come as well.

He groaned at the sight of his cock being covered in your slick, like a used sex toy. He fisted his cock, your cum serving as lubrication to relieve himself.

He chanted your name in mutters as he took in the sight of your fucked-out face, sporting a tomato red and a trail of saliva dripping down your chin as you huffed and puffed for air. His hand instinctively stroked faster as the aftermath of your face around him even more. He let out a groan as he felt the nerves in his shaft jolt as ropes of hot cum spurt from his reddened tip.

You smirked as you watched the white fluid land on your face along with your hickey-covered chest. You didn’t want to lie when you felt surprised by how much spilled out of him—embarrassing amount continued to drip onto the sand from his now sensitive cock.

You bit your lip, “Didn’t tell me you had that much in ya.”

His face became flushed, “It’s not my fault, I was pent up from how much you edged me today!”

“You’re really hot when you’re hard at work, I couldn’t help seeing you in such a submissive state,” you stuck your tongue at him.

His heart skipped a beat at your embarrassing words, “MY LOVE, I’LL LET YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY.”

And…he’s back to his usual self.

The chef’s ears perk up as he hears rustling from the nearby coconut trees. You noticed his reaction before your attention redirected towards the origin of the sound.

“What the hell, where am I?

The mosshead looked towards your direction as he noticed the two figures in the distance, immediately recognizing the both of you.

Both you and Sanjj’s mouth dropped open before you guys scrambled on the sandy floor, readjusting your swimsuits and jumping in the cold salty waters to wash off the evidence. In the back of your mind, you wanted to cry of embarrassment; the thrill of almost getting caught was exhilarating itself. However, getting caught a a different story.

“Go away, moss head! We’re trying to fish in peace over here!” The blonde cook yelled at the swordsman.

Zoro smirked, “You sure this is fishing, cause last time I checked, you’re supposed to have your clothes on.”

Both you and Sanji looked at each other with an embarrassed blush on your face before quickly diverting your faces knowing the opposite direction.

“Zoro, you can’t tell anyone…” You softly pleaded.

The swordsman yawned, “I don’t really care, I was tryna find curly brow since Luffy was getting antsy about the food.”

“Oh and I was wondering where you kept the sake.”

The cook facepalmed himself, “You fucking drunk…it’s in the wine cabinet now go away.”

The swordsman yawned again, “Wow, thanks I guess. I’ll let yall do your thing but hurry up cause the captain looks like he’s about to munch on our emergency food (chopper).”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll get started once [Name] and I bring our shellfish catch back to the ship.”

You sighed in annoyance, “Let’s just get out of here.”

As the three of you walked back, the little devil on your shoulder caused you to land a nice smack on Sanji’s ass. He turned around with surprised look on his face while rubbing the impacted area. You shot a smug smirk at the cook before doing the “p in v” gesture with your fingers.

He smirked before giving you a wink. You quietly giggled before whispering in his ear, “Let’s do this again, but more private.

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punkshort · 10 months

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look what we've become - ch.1

Chapter Summary: Tommy asks for your help proposing to Maria, causing both you and Joel to reflect on your own relationship.

Chapter Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, fear of commitment, smut (18+ MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v unprotected sex, dirty talk

WC: 6.1K

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A/N: hi everyone! if you're new and didn't read the first story, this follows a slightly different timeline. Essentially, Joel and Tommy had a very successful construction business in NYC and reader worked for them pre-outbreak, so I've written in this story a slightly younger version of Joel given the timeline.

Thank you to everyone who loved the first one so much that it encouraged me to write a sequel! I really hope you like it, and I want to emphasize there will be a happy ending to this story. Thanks for reading!

June 2007

"Can't thank you enough for your help, darlin'," Tommy said, his voice trying and failing to hide the anxiety that plagued his mind.

"Don't mention it," you told him, finishing up the final touches on the bouquet of flowers, wrapping a beautiful satin ribbon around the stems before handing it over. "What's the occasion?"

"I'm gonna ask her to marry me," he blurted out, and your hands instantly flew to your mouth, covering your excited gasp.

"Tommy!" you squealed, bouncing on the balls of your feet, trying to contain your energy before giving up and rounding your workstation to wrap your arms around him, being mindful not to crush the flowers he was holding. "I'm so happy for you, oh my god!"

"Well, thanks, but she ain't agreed, yet," he said, running a shaky hand through his long hair.

"She's going to say yes, don't be silly," you told him, a smile permanently etched on your face. You and Maria have been close friends ever since you met three years ago. You considered her to be your closest friend in Jackson, and you were thrilled at the idea of your best friend about to experience the happiest moment of her life. Tommy had come a long way from the man you knew before the outbreak, his days of chasing every girl that tossed him a smile long behind him.

"So, how are you going to do it?" you asked excitedly as he shifted back and forth on his feet. He paused and flicked his eyes up.

"Uh," he said, growing shifty. "Well, I dunno. Do I gotta plan somethin'?"

"Yes!" you said, rolling your eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

"Well, shit, I didn't think that far ahead!" he exclaimed, turning to pace around the greenhouse.

"Don't stress, we'll figure something out," you assured him, scooting back so you could lift your hips and sit on your workstation tabletop. "Did you find a ring?"

"Yeah, I got that, at least," he said, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he dug it out of his pocket. You plucked it from his fingers carefully so you could get a better look at the three round, shiny diamonds set on the center of a gold band.

"It's perfect," you told him warmly, handing it back. He allowed a small smile as he shoved it back into the safety of his pocket.

"Will you help me figure out how to do it?" he asked.

"Of course I will," you told him. "She doesn't like a fuss. It should be private. Small. Romantic. And you need to come up with something thoughtful to say." He nodded, his gaze traveling to the wall, lost in thought before he shifted his eyes back to you.

"Like what?"

"Tommy! Come on!" you scolded him, shoving his shoulder.

"I ain't good at all that, cut me some slack!" he said with a grin. "I need an example. What would you wanna hear?"

You paused, your smile frozen on your face as you felt your blood run cold. Your smile began to slowly slip as your heart slammed in your chest, anxiety creeping up your neck, ears ringing. Naturally, you were thinking about Joel bending down on one knee, professing his love to you and begging you to be his forever. A thought that should have filled you with warmth, but instead, scared you shitless. And your reaction itself made it even worse. Why would the thought of Joel proposing scare you? You never wanted anyone else. Once you met, it just wasn't a question anymore. You were his, and he was yours. An understanding, it didn't need to be said. So why does the thought of him saying it make you feel like you're falling down an endless hole in the ground?

"Um," you managed to squeak out, but Tommy had already moved on, wrapped up in his own dilemma.

"I think I know what I could say," he said, not noticing your sudden paralysis. "Can you do me a favor, though? Could you round up any candles you ain't usin'? Preferably unscented, don't need the whole place smellin' like a mix of cookies, pine and roses."

"Yeah, of course. I'll look when I get home and bring them over," you mumbled.

"Great, thanks again, darlin'! I'll see you in a bit," he said with a more confident smile, rushing out the door to leave you with your thoughts, your legs swinging mindlessly over the edge of the workstation. The workstation Joel had thoughtfully built for you because he insisted you needed somewhere proper to work in the greenhouse.

And he also broke the only desk you had.

You hung your head, feeling shameful and confused. Why hadn't you ever thought about this before? What would you have done if he proposed and you never sorted out your feelings about marriage? About kids?

"Shit," you whispered, the mere thought of kids making your throat squeeze shut. Bringing a child into this world? He wouldn't want to do that, would he?

Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. Maybe he felt the same as you. Why change something that's working so well? You both loved each other, what difference did it make? But the devil on your shoulder threw back a counter argument.

If it didn't make a difference, then why didn't you want to do it?

You rubbed the heels of your hands into your eyes aggressively. You really needed to stop making problems out of nothing. This wasn't about you and Joel, it was about Tommy and Maria.

You sighed and made your way down the long aisle towards the door, deciding it was close enough to the end of your shift.

"Hey, I was callin' your name, didn't you hear me?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin and turned around to find Joel leaning against the doorframe of the spare bedroom. He eyed up the half empty box next to you on the floor and looked back at you questioningly.

"No, sorry, guess I was lost in my thoughts or something," you told him, turning back to rifle through the plastic storage tote. Joel took a few steps into the room and sat down on the spare bed, the springs squeaking under his weight.

"What're you thinkin' about?" he asked as he watched you pulling out each candle and giving them a sniff before deciding which pile to add them to.

"Huh?" you asked him, still jumpy from your revelation earlier. "Oh, it's nothing, really." Even to your own ears, the excuse sounded lame, so you weren't surprised when Joel didn't buy it.

"Must be somethin' if it's got you all distracted," he urged you gently. You shook your head and gave him a believing smile.

"No, really, it's nothing. Just thinking about work. I left early today, I'm just thinking about what I need to do tomorrow," you lied as you finished up going through the candles, snapping the plastic tote lid back on and shoving it into the spare closet.

"Why'd you leave early?" Joel asked with his eyebrows knit. "Feelin' okay?"

He's always so thoughtful, so concerned about you. It made the pit in your stomach worsen, the guilt flaring.

"Oh, yeah, fine. I just told Tommy I would get him these extra candles as soon as possible, so I'm gonna head over there real quick," you explained. As you leaned down to pick up the box, Joel's hand shot out to stop you, choosing instead to lift it up himself.

"I can do it," he said, then looked back down at the open box curiously. "Why does he need so many candles?"

"Well," you said, turning to leave the room so your face wouldn't give anything away when you told him. "He's going to propose to Maria. He has some special thing planned, involving candles, I guess. We should probably standby in case he lights the house on fire," you joked over your shoulder as you made your way down to the kitchen. You knew you were rambling a bit, but you hoped Joel didn't pick up on your nervousness.

"He's what?" Joel exclaimed, stopping dead in his tracks in the hallway, still holding the box of candles. You turned your attention towards him again as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Yep, he told me today. He asked me to make a bouquet for him at work," you told him, studying his face carefully. Joel looked stunned as he stared out the window behind you while he processed the information.

"Well, goddamn," he said, finally snapping out of it with a smirk. "I'll take these over so I can give him shit for not tellin' me sooner." He readjusted the box in his arms before he turned around towards the front door, his reaction giving you a bit of relief. He was just happy for his brother, and didn't appear to be overthinking your own relationship, like you couldn't stop doing.

Naturally, you worried about nothing. You were both perfectly content with the way things were. Feeling silly for even being nervous in the first place, you followed him to the front door and stopped him before he left.

"Hey, wait," you said from the door, causing him to turn around just as he was about to descend the stairs. "How about a kiss before you go?"

He grinned and, dropping the box in a chair by the front door, reached forward with both hands to cradle your face and pulled you towards him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. Your fingers gripped the front of his T-shirt as you sighed contentedly against him, his usual scent of gunpowder, sweat and something uniquely him filling your nostrils. You opened your mouth and licked gently at his lips, causing him to smile and slide his tongue alongside yours with a quiet groan while one of his hands released your jaw to get tangled in your hair. He gave your head a gentle tug backwards in an attempt to get you to open your mouth wider, but when a soft moan escaped your lips from the sensation, he felt himself stiffen in his jeans. He pulled you back further so you lost contact and he looked down at your flushed face, his hands still in your hair and on your jaw.

"I'll take these later," he said huskily, nodding to the candles next to the door as he walked you backwards inside the house.

"No, no, you have to take them now," you giggled as his mouth latched onto your neck. "He needs them before Maria gets home." He growled against your skin and begrudgingly pulled away, his eyes raking up and down your body before he stepped backwards.

"Don't move, I'll be back in ten minutes," he told you, grabbing the box and jogging down the steps. You laughed and closed the door behind him, wondering why you let yourself get worked up over nothing. Everything was great between you, you were never more sure of anything in your life. In the back of your mind, you knew you had to figure out why you had such a negative reaction to the thought of marriage in the first place, but you decided to put that off for another day.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me, you little shit," Joel teased with a smirk the minute Tommy swung the door open. He pushed his way into the house and glanced around quickly to make sure Maria wasn't there before turning back to Tommy.

"Heard you needed some mood lighting," Joel said, raising an eyebrow when Tommy ruefully snatched the box from his arms.

"Yeah, thanks," was all Tommy could manage, his nerves getting the best of him the more time passed.

"Nervous or somethin'?" Joel asked his brother as he casually took in the half-done scene he was setting in the living room. Candles were randomly dispersed throughout the room and two empty wine glasses were placed on top of the mantle.

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' nervous, 'course I'm nervous, shit," Tommy said as he raked a hand through his hair and got to work sifting through the box.

"Well, it ain't like she's gonna say 'no'," said Joel in a poor attempt at easing his brother's nerves.

"Don't matter. I gotta do it right. It'll mean a lot to her, she's probably got some fantasy in her head already 'bout how it'll go. I can't screw this up," Tommy said as he pushed past Joel to balance more candles on the bookshelf.

"Nah, you're overthinkin' it, they just like the ring so they can show it off," Joel replied, thinking back briefly to the time when he was engaged before the outbreak. Amy hardly cared about the effort he put into the proposal, but her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw the huge diamond he picked out.

"Oh, brother, you couldn't be more wrong. Your own girl told me I need to do somethin' thoughtful. Somethin' romantic. Shit, you're lucky you got me before you swiped the biggest rock you could find and think that'll be enough to make her happy," Tommy grinned as he nudged Joel's shoulder playfully, making his way back into the kitchen to pick out a bottle of wine.

Joel chewed on his lower lip and cracked his knuckles before scratching his beard, his eyes flicking around the room, lost in thought, while Tommy began to light the candles. Tommy noticed the sudden silence and paused, straightening up and raising an eyebrow at his brother.

"You already got a ring, don't you?"

Joel met his gaze for a moment before clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

"I've had it for months," Joel admitted, bringing his thumb and pointer finger up to rub his eyes.

"Holy shit, Joel! Why didn't you say anythin'?" Tommy exclaimed, walking over to clap his brother on the back.

"I don't know. You never said anythin', either," he said with a shrug.

"Well, when are you gonna do it?" Tommy asked, turning back to light the candles, grateful for the distraction.

"Don't know. Never seems like the right time," said Joel as he picked up the bottle of red wine Tommy placed on the mantle, scrutinizing the label. "And it's a good thing, too, seein' as I need to rethink how I'm gonna ask her, apparently."

"Yeah, well, one of these days I can ask Maria for advice, if you want," Tommy said, brushing his palms on the sides of his jeans as he made his way to the window, peering out to make sure she wasn't coming home early. "Least I could do, since I got help from your girl."

"Yeah, maybe," Joel replied as he distractedly ran his palm over his mouth.

"Alright, get the hell out of here, I gotta change and put the flowers in a vase before Maria gets home," Tommy said, pushing Joel towards the front door. He opened the door but Joel paused, turning around quickly and enveloping Tommy in a rare, quick hug.

"Congrats, brother. She's gonna love it," he said, gesturing vaguely around the living room. Tommy grinned and nodded.

"Thanks. Now leave, I mean it," he said, giving Joel a shove. Joel laughed and shook his head.

"I'm leavin', I'm leavin'," he said with a wave over his shoulder. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way slowly down the street.

He was telling Tommy the truth about the ring. He hadn't gone out looking for it, but one day, months ago, when he was on patrol with Eugene, he just happened to see it. They had been exploring an abandoned shopping mall, and when he walked by the jewelry store, he had glanced inside at the broken glass display cases and spotted what he thought was the perfect ring for you. It was an oval diamond set on a delicate, white gold band. He had picked it up and examined it thoughtfully, imagining what it would look like on your finger. He briefly looked at the other choices, and none of the others seemed to resonate with him the way that one did. So he pocketed it before Eugene noticed he was lingering, and hid it in an old shoe he had in the closet when he got home.

When he first came home with the ring, he couldn't stop fantasizing about how he would ask you, what he would say, what you would say. But he hadn't been in any rush to ask, and he hadn't really thought about it much after that, he just knew he wanted to spend his life with you. He had almost forgotten all about it until you told him about Tommy's plan earlier that day. But now that his brother had him thinking about it again, the idea of officially making you his and calling you his wife made him feel excited.

He walked through the front door and kicked his boots off before he made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he saw you drying some plates and putting them away. You glanced over your shoulder when you heard him enter the room before turning back to your task.

"Little longer than ten minutes," you teased. You were drying your hands on the dish towel when his arms snaked around your waist and he buried his face in the back of your neck. You squirmed, his grip loosening so you could turn around and gently circle your arms around his neck. "What took you so long?"

He shrugged and leaned down to press a chaste kiss where your neck met your shoulder.

"Just got to talkin'," he murmured, pressing another kiss in the same spot. You hummed and tilted your head to the side a bit, closing your eyes.

"I was thinking, maybe we should throw them an engagement party," you whispered, trying to stay focused as his lips brushed along your neck, his scruffy beard giving you goosebumps. "I can ask Carrie to help, she loves that kind of thing."

"That'd be nice," he mumbled in agreement, flipping his head in the other direction so he could continue his torture on the opposite side of your neck. "We can have it here."

"Yeah," you sighed as you shifted your weight, trying to ignore the ache growing between you legs. "I thought we could - "

You inhaled sharply when he pinched the skin of your collarbone between his teeth, leaving an angry red mark there. Your fingers found their way into his dark curls, gripping them tightly as your breathing became shallow.

"Hm?" he asked, hiding his smirk against your skin.

"Thought we could do it outside," you mumbled, quickly finishing your thought.

"Whatever you want," he said, his voice gravelly as he pulled you into him roughly, earning a small yelp from you. His lips latched onto yours, softly humming against your mouth, the warm exhale from your nose fanning gently over his face. You pulled away, breaking the kiss as he began slowly walking you backwards towards the stairs, his eyes dark as he stared you down.

"Maybe Julia's class can make decorations. I think Maria would like that," you said breathlessly, gazing up at him, meeting his heated stare. "What do you think?"

Joel gave you half a smirk when the backs of your legs bumped up against the lowest step.

"I think you better get up to bed right now before I toss you over my shoulder and do it myself," he said lowly, sending a shiver down your spine.

A playful grin spread across your face as you turned on your heel and raced up the stairs, Joel following hot on your trail, taking them two at a time.

You barely pushed the bedroom door open before his hands were on you, eagerly skirting over your hips and up your arms before coming to rest on your jaw, cradling your head in his hands tenderly as his tongue slid between your lips, reveling in your warmth. Being with you always felt like home to him, it was where he was always meant to be.

"So beautiful," he mumbled against your mouth before he pressed his lips against yours again, his fingers gripping your head a little tighter, like he was afraid you would float away.

Your fingers deftly worked on undoing his jeans as he continued to walk you towards the bed. Just as you were about to reach below his waistband, he scooped down to pick you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, clinging to him as he softly placed you both down.

He lifted his head up a fraction to look down at you underneath him, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, looking at you with admiration. His eyes flicked up to the open closet door, the urge to confirm the shoe with the ring in it was still in its rightful place, that you hadn't accidentally found it.

"What is it?" you asked him breathlessly, noticing how his attention had been stolen away. He quickly brought his gaze back down to you with a sly smile.

"Nothin'," he said with a shake of his head, then leaned down to part your lips again with his tongue, curling his fingers along the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with slow, leisurely licks inside your mouth. Your fingers danced over his broad shoulders for a moment before you made your way down his chest and stomach, pausing to gently rake your nails through the coarse hair at the top of his boxers, then plunging down to wrap your hand around his stiff cock.

He groaned softly into your mouth when you gave him a squeeze, his hips shallowly thrusting forward into your hand as you stroked him up and down.

"Slow down," Joel gasped, tearing himself away from your mouth and flexing his fingers around your wrist, stopping you. "Wanna take my time with you tonight," he drawled, taking your hand away and pinning it lightly into the mattress.

"Joel," you whined, lifting your hips up from the bed, frustrated. He tutted and shook his head.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You know I always do," he said huskily, his mouth latching onto your neck. "Wanna take care of you for the rest of my life," he added quietly, his voice muffled against your skin and lost in the sounds of your moans. You tipped your head back, your free hand sliding through his thick curls, fingernails raking against his scalp just the way he likes.

He let go of your hand so he could lift your shirt over your head, followed quickly by your bra. Slowly, his eyes swept over your bare chest, his knuckles brushing against your nipple and watching as it perked up in response, then once he was satisfied, did the same to the other.

"So soft," he muttered to himself before diving down and sucking one into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against your nipple before he flattened it against your sensitive skin, licking slow, hot stripes up and down. He lifted his mouth from your skin and blew gently over the wetness his tongue left behind. You gasped at the sensation, your cunt clenching around nothing as he switched sides, giving the same attention to your other breast while his fingers roamed around your waist, then dipped down to squeeze your ass and hips.

You whined his name and tugged on his hair, begging him to touch you, vaguely wondering why he was in the mood to take things so painfully slow, but you were unable to form a coherent thought other than why are my fucking jeans still on?

"Joel, please," you whimpered, pathetically jutting your hips upwards, trying to find friction against him to no avail. He finally released your breast and looked up at you, your chest heaving, hair a mess and your eyes glazed over, already looking completely wrecked. He smirked at the sight and pushed himself up, hovering over you.

"Alright, sweetheart, I'll give you one," he said, much to your relief as his hand came between you to pop open your jeans. He pulled down the zipper and you hooked your thumbs into your belt loops, helping to pull them down as quickly as you could and kicked them off. His eyes glanced down, feeling his cock twitch when saw the dark spot leaking through your panties.

He looped his fingers around the sides of your underwear and pulled them off, then flattened his palms on the insides of your thighs so he could admire the mess he made of you. He ran his middle finger up the length of your seam, testing the waters before dipping inside, marveling at how soaked you were already. His eyes drifted up to your face, mesmerized as you writhed underneath him, your eyes screwed shut and your brows pinched as you focused on his second finger entering your aching cunt.

"Oh, fuck, Joel," you whimpered, snapping your eyes open just to find him already gazing down at you, his eyes dark and filled with want. You rocked your hips forward, trying to make him go faster, but he continued to slowly pump both fingers in and out, in and out, curling his fingertips as he reached inside, brushing against the spot that he knows makes you fall apart.

"That feel better?" he breathed, and you nodded, clutching the sheets in your fist as the fire in your stomach began to burn, the warmth creeping up your chest and neck with every plunge of his fingers. His thumb brushed gently over your clit and you cried out, your body stiffening underneath him as you felt your orgasm steadily approach, your breath coming in short gasps when he finally began to circle the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Faster," you croaked, tipping your head back, but he shook his head and continued his torturous pace.

"It'll feel better this way," he said, and you groaned. "Do you trust me?" he asked, and you brought your head back down so you could look at him again.

"Yes," you whispered, watching as his eyes lit up and a smug grin spread across his face.

"Then let go," he ordered. You inhaled sharply as you felt your walls clench down and your release drip down his fingers, your orgasm slowly ripping through you with a strangled moan. You reached out and grabbed his wrist when it became too much, your body relaxing onto the bed and your eyes fluttering shut.

He slid his fingers out, earning a hiss from you before he popped them into his mouth. You opened your eyes weakly as you watched him suck his fingers, his other hand palming his erection over his jeans and looking down at you panting beneath him, his gaze dark.

"I need more," he murmured as he shimmied down the bed to settle his face between your legs, his hands sliding up your shaky thighs to pin them down to the mattress.

"Wait, Joel," you told him breathlessly. "Too soon, I - it's too much," you said, pulling feebly at his hair. He ignored you, too lost in his own thoughts, the fantasy of making you his and calling you his wife consuming him.

He licked a stripe through your folds, his tongue plunging inside briefly before taking another long, slow drag. You wiggled under his hold with a gasp, your body involuntarily trying to squirm away from overstimulation, but his large hands pinned you down as his tongue probed further inside you.

He knew he was pushing you to your limits, but he couldn't stop. He felt like a man possessed. He alternated between licking and nibbling at your sensitive cunt, trying to avoid your most sensitive area until he knew you could handle it. Only when he finally felt your legs relax under his palms and heard your breathy moans of encouragement did he venture up to press his tongue flat against your clit. Your fingers tugged at his curls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a moan. He always loved it when you pulled on his hair. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue slowly, trying to drag out the pleasure as long as possible.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The pressure building inside you too intense. You felt like you were vibrating, Joel's expert hands and mouth making your body pulse and thrum, your breaths shallow and sharp.

You tried to say his name, but it came out as a pathetic whimper instead. The way he lapped at your fluttering cunt was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how rough his facial hair felt on your raw skin, a stark contrast to how soft his tongue felt on your folds. The muscles in your stomach began to clench as you felt yourself rocketing towards your second orgasm.

Joel felt you twitch under his forearm and knew you were close. He pressed his face further into you, thrusting his hips into the mattress to find some relief while he sucked and nibbled on your swollen clit, your moans morphing into high pitched cries, fingers frantically grasping and slipping through his curls.

Your back arched off the bed, tears trickling down your cheeks as you fell over the edge, your body jerking underneath him while you screamed his name. His hands clutched your legs, trying to keep himself attached as he worked you through it.

He finally pulled back with a gasp when you managed to writhe away, desperate to give your trembling body a break, completely overwhelmed. You each panted for breath as you stared at one another for a moment, your legs still shaking from the aftershock.

"Christ, Joel," you rasped, your voice hoarse as you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, running a hand through his hair before wiping his mouth, his gaze softening as he took in your wrecked state. "Can't get enough of you."

"I can see that," you teased, the corners of your mouth turning upwards into a smirk. Your eyes flicked down to his pants, noticing his cock straining painfully against the denim. "Come here," you whispered, beckoning him with your arms. He grinned and quickly pulled his shirt over his head before kicking off his boxers and jeans. He crawled up the bed slowly, hovering over your body. You ran your hands gently over his arms, sending a shiver down his spine, before grasping the back of his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss. He moaned against your mouth, his lips gently massaging your own while his tongue gave you a taste of your arousal.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked, looking down between your bodies where your hand was directing his cock to your entrance.

"We're gonna find out," you said with a sigh, feeling his thick head notch against you. He pushed forward and you gasped at the familiar sting of being stretched open. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he pressed on, slowing giving you every inch of him before bottoming out with a groan of relief.

"Fuck," he whispered, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck while he took a moment to just appreciate the feel of you. You wiggled your hips slightly underneath him to get more comfortable as your body relaxed and adjusted to his size.

"I'll never get tired of that feeling," you murmured into his hair.

"Hope not," he said, lifting his head up with a smirk. He held your gaze as he slowly dragged his cock in and out, in and out until your head tilted back and your eyes slid shut, your lips parted as you gasped softly each time he pushed back inside. He nibbled tenderly at your jaw, fucking you with deep, long strokes while your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer each time.

"God, you feel so good," you moaned, yanking his face up and kissing him messily, your fingertips digging into his skin. He kept up the slow pace, savoring the feeling of just being close and intimate, while each powerful thrust caused tip of his cock to make contact with the most sensitive spot inside you, stoking the flames and pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck, I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?" he gasped, his lips hovering above your open mouth as he gazed down at you, watching your eyes glaze over with each slow drag, in and out. "D'you - shit - d'you see what you do to me? Huh?" He gripped your jaw when he saw your eyes begin to flutter close, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your cheeks. "Look at me, sweetheart. Need you to look at me," he begged, his climax quickly approaching but he refused to pick up the pace, enjoying the slow way he was fucking you way too much.

"Yes," you whispered, forcing your eyes open to give him what he needed. He nodded, loosening his grip on your jaw and letting his hand fall limply. He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared inside you and coming back out, coated in your slick. He groaned at the sight and glanced back up at you, your gaze still transfixed on his face, just as he asked.

"Can't believe you're really mine," he muttered to himself in disbelief with a small shake of his head, his eyes roaming over your face and chest. "Can't believe I'm the one that gets to fuck you."

"I'm yours," you whimpered, biting down on your lower lip as you felt your body begin to tense up, like a band ready to snap.

"Yeah?" he asked hopefully, his wide eyes locking back onto yours. He knew you didn't mean it the way he wanted to hear it, that it was just something you said in the heat of the moment, but he didn't care. He allowed himself to have the fantasy, anyway.

"Just you, only you," you babbled, knowing exactly what he liked to hear. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, fucking into you a little faster now.

"Keep talkin', just like that," he said through gritted teeth, his arms wrapping around your ribs as his hips snapped into you, eliciting a low moan from your throat.

"N-nobody else, all y-yours, only want you," you rambled before the band snapped and your vision went spotty. You cried out and clenched down around him, the intensity of a third orgasm depleting all your energy and almost immediately, your muscles went slack.

"That's right, good girl," Joel said, watching you fall apart under him. "All mine. Mine - mine - mine!" he grunted, each word punctuated with a harsh thrust before pulling out just in time to come all over your stomach, watching in a daze as each burst of his hot spend coated your soft skin.

He collapsed next to you, both struggling to catch your breath. Your arm draped over your eyes and you contemplated falling asleep just like that, not even sure you had the strength to stand anyway. After a moment, he reached over to his nightstand to snatch up a handkerchief, and he gently cleaned you up as your breathing stabilized. Gingerly, he lifted your arm away from your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, then your swollen lips before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Wow," you whispered hoarsely, finally opening your eyes. He chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, wow," he said, laying back down next to you. "That was somethin' else," he added, rubbing his palms roughly over his face.

You rolled onto your side, wincing at the soreness in your legs and hips already, and draped an arm across his body.

"Where did all that come from?" you asked sleepily, nuzzling your face into his chest. He shrugged.

"Don't know," he lied as he rubbed small circles across your back. You hummed, accepting his response without a second thought. His eyes drifted back over to the closet briefly before reaching over and turning off the light, tugging the sheets over your bodies and resuming the circles on your back until he heard your breathing slow, confirming you were asleep.

He stared in the dark at the ceiling, thinking about how and when he should ask you to marry him. He didn't want to take away from Tommy and Maria, so he figured he should put it off for a while, but that didn't stop him from closing his eyes that night and dreaming about what it would be like to be your husband.

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ashipiko · 4 months

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ASHI TAMADAI - BIRTHDAY JACKET!

SUMMON: BABAM! The birthday girl has officially arrived! ☆

additional voicelines + extras below!

GROOVY: Hahaha! You guys…! I’ll never forget this!

SUMMON LINE: I’m already feelin’ the overwhelming party vibes! Today is gonna be super fun, bet!

SET TO HOME SCREEN: B-day round 2 in Twisted Wonderland already? Insane! Time flies by fast.

HOME IDLE 1: Y’know, I really don’t get people not wearing these hats with their fits. They go hard, don’tcha think?

HOME IDLE 2: I was lowkey kinda surprised that the Pomefam was the runner up for hosting the party, NGL! It’s nice, but I’m kinda stressed with all this high-class furniture around…

HOME IDLE 3: Waugh, another prezzie?! Jeez, how am I gonna carry this all to Ramshackle..?

HOME IDLE LOGIN: Dadun!~ I seem a little happier than usual? Well, can ya blame me? Hehe~.

HOME IDLE GROOVY: Hey hey, do you have any tips for pie throwing? I gotta get back at Eppy for that nasty hit!

HOME TAP 1: I can’t believe that Idia of all people is one of the other people who wear these caps… That little…! Eh? Oh, nothin’!~

HOME TAP 2: Oh? The spell drive logo on my jacket? It’s a treat from Leona and the others! I’m basically an honorary member~.

HOME TAP 3: Azul decided to cut me some slack on my bday and canceled my shift! Floyd even made me a special drink while I stopped by, but uh… Maybes not today.

HOME TAP 4: Isn’t this jacket so crazy cool?! I’m highkey obsessed with this! Maybe I’ll wear it even on days other than my bday, hehe.

HOME TAP 5: W-Wait! Watch it when you ruffle my hair, jeez—! You can’t have the bday girl looking wack!

HOME TAP GROOVY: Tch. Why’re you laughing?! I just got pied to the face! …Oh, you’ve never seen me like this, that’s why…? Ehehe, I guess today’s gotten me to loosen up a little….

BIRTHDAY LOGIN MESSAGE: Happy birthday? D’aww, you remembered?~ How sweet! As a thanks, feel free to join the party! Ah, present? You really don’t need to… I’d be happy even if you showed up empty handed, but… Hehe. Thanks for thinking about me. ♡

VIGNETTE: UNLOCKED!

GROOVY: UNLOCKED!

#twstshi #ashi’s birthday campaign! 🌺#ashipiko draws ♪#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst

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iplayghoul · 1 year

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i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!

ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu

so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!

its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.

within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity 😭😭

so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.

when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.

he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/

i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad 😭 eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.

its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to his😭😭😭 "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.

but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."

and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)

#onyankopon #ony x reader #onyankopon snk #onyankopon x reader #﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !#onyankopon x black coded reader #word vomit 4 u guys #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon headcannon #onyankopon drabble

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precious-little-scoundrel · 8 months

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Dear John || Pt.1

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Requested: ☑️ My sweet Bri begged for a love-letter-centric Egan fic and with her wonderfully infectious ideas this was produced, the first part of many.

Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters, he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways, tucked up in luxury in Beverly Hills with carts of tedious fanmail burned in her back yard each day, his letter will get lost in the mix. It’s harmless. That thought -and the booze- may loosen his pen a little too much but it’s alright, it’s not like she’ll read it. Right? Right.

It was specified in the request to use or create some of those old WWII dirty acronyms, so in here you have Bucky making up his own for his starlet crush (acorn). I’m ripping off a few ladies here, Lana Turner, Betty Grable, Hedy Lamarr to name a few -the moodbaord is for general aesthetics, I try to keep my fem!readers and oc’s as ambiguous physically as possible. (Besides the fact Johnny Egan finds you mouthwatering, which -be honest with yourself here sweet thing!!- he would.

Rating: 18+ this is the letter writing, vintage form of sexting. i kid you not, this man swings wildly from sweet as pie to downright filthy and vintage slang for anatomical parts is used freely. This would make a better shameful diary entry than a letter but he’s a rogue and he’s in a war, cut him some slack.

Fun game: how many times can Major Egan manage to mention Buck in a horny fan letter to his crush?

Dear A.C.O.R.N.

It is highly unlikely that you remember me, but, all the same, we have met. Now, hear me out, I’m sure fellas say that to you all the time but my point still stands and to match them I’ll do you one better, seeing as how I am not buttering you up for something in return -I have met you, yes, but I have also sung to you.

There. Said it.

Not that you’d recall that either, but then again maybe you would, but either way it doesn’t matter as the entire reason I am writing to you is because it is entirely unlikely you will ever open this god-awful endeavor made of pen and ink.

I am quite drunk, you see.

A necessary medicine. And they do make good whiskey here, one of the few joys they haven’t rationed yet. It’s got me wondering what’s your poison of choice. Something fruity? Or are you an olive sucker? Like that salt on the rim? Or maybe you go for somethin’ silky and warm goin’ down your throat? Which-ever it is, I bet you’d be a surprise, sweet ACORN, I just know it. You were a surprise at the canteen. Back in Jersey? Before shipping out? I know you were on a whole tour and kisses were goin’ for dollars but still, you were a surprise.

A lovely one, really. And that’s the point of this letter. To tell you that you're lovely and while I’m not the pen-pal sort, I’ve written home 80 letters tonight to families whose boys I was supposed to bring home. It got me thinking: Bucky, why the hell don’t you write nice letters? Whyd you only write ‘em now that you gotta? And it occurred to me then that the one silver lining in this whole Air Exec job is the desk, the lamp and the office.

I could write anybody from here. I could write you.

And you wouldn't read it so I could write anything. And it could be a nice letter. ‘Cause I don’t know anybody of yours to tell you anythin’ sad about them and you don’t know me except that I’m alive and drunk. Which is better than those poor eighty two bastards. Which reminds me, I’ve still got two more but maybe Buck will take those, he took seventeen off to his bunk to write from there. Buck doesn't have a desk because he’s not as important as me and he has all the luck.

You’ve met Buck, too, Acorn. He was the appalled pretty one with the straw colored hair pulling me off you after we had our duet. He objects to your nickname, see, even though you didn’t seem to mind. You were lovely, A.C.O.R.N. And I’d not wanna ruin this letter by telling you what it means, not now that I’m actually writing to you and determined to be nice but Buck knows and while he agrees with me as much as any man in the nation that you’ve got the most robust rack on the silver screen -he has objections, you see. So it wasn’t the song or the canoodling he didn’t like, and I still say, he broke up a little love affair that night. Bastard. So I’m writing to you now because as the acronym suggests, I’ve got a goal in my mind in regards to you. I tell myself -Bucky, there’s reasons to make it back.

Reasons, Bucky, reasons. Like Acorn and her halo of gorgeous hair that smelled like coconuts and the way she thought my new lyrics were pretty clever. That’s what you said, acorn, you said they were pretty clever. Now I may have been a little drunk then, too, but I think you might’ve been tipsy, that coke smelled too strong to be straight. I still have the straw you gave me, it’s bent to hell but I’ve taken it up each mission. I’m not counting on it for luck so much as a reminder of the aforementioned reasons. To come back. Your lipstick has mostly worn off but I figure it’s still the same.

You had your precious lips around it. That’s what matters.

And that’s the sorta sentence that makes Buck think I shouldn’t write letters.

But what he can’t accuse me of is being dishonest or vague. I’m being straight with you. You deserve that much, you were lovely and very straight shootin’ yourself, dear little girl. I could pinch your cheeks right now, you’re so sweet. And don’t think me a coward for sayin’ all this under assumption that you won’t read it. I hope you don’t since it’s not worth your time and if you do I wish I’d written less about me and more about you but I need you to know if we were face to face I’d say the same:

You were lovely, you ARE lovely!!!! and I think all your work for us boys is swell and you’ve got the bestest set of knockers any of us have ever seen and I’m stayin’ alive in hopes to see ‘em again some day and while the girls here are swell and sweet they aren’t zippy like you. At least not the ones who’ve put out so far. And if I had you face to face, I’d find a way to make you laugh again and I’d tell you to your face you’re lovely and if I’d been David Nivin in Love Trap with you, I’d have stayed in that little kitchen with you and ate all your burnt flapjacks and watched you in your apron and made babies with you till we were old.

Anyway. It needed saying. And maybe I’ll say it to your face given the chance again. I was working my way up to a proposition for burgers and milkshakes when Buck ruined it. But maybe you’ll tour? Here!! Over here. In England or maybe in Europe once we kick the Nazis bastards out.

Now that’s motivation. That’s a reason! -clear out a nice little swath of land through fortress europe so Miss Lana Tierney can sing in the city of lights surrounded by nothin’ but wine and good food and a buncha boys who love and appreciate her.

Because we do, ma’am. We do.

And make no mistake, I do this to keep the country safe and try to bring as many boys home as I can but every second I also think - it’s where you are too, and so I must continue keeping it safe.

If you, by some godawful chance, do read this letter, please don’t feel pressed to respond or pull out a restraining order. Think of it this way, it’d just be one more “Dear John” letter and the system is clogged as it is. You just deserve a nice letter and my wrist is past sore, one more doesn't matter. And being unable to deliver nice, I’ve written this.

~ I am ever your respectful (and hammered) admirer, Maj. John Egan

P.S. if you do happen to read this I’m sorry. Buck told me not to do this but I just had to Acorn. You’re just too swell and I really have got to get myself to a theater before long, I miss your Angel face.

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Thank you for reading! This was entirely out of my usual comfort zone but I’ve had fun writing it and I’m trying to tune my ear to pick up his voice, that’s been stretching. This series will have many letters in it but there will also be fic, so fear not. I’ve got some plans already figured out for this series but I do love a suggestion or ten so have at the inbox with what you’d like to see play out.

Hope you enjoyed, if you’d like to be tagged in future MOTA fics, drop a note below.

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tojisbbg · 1 year

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𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

❝touch me, yeah, i want you to touch me there; make me feel like i am breathing, feel like i am human.❞

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: since daddy’s home, you know i gotta write for him (yes i know i’m super late, cut me some slack).

a/n (cont.): pssttt, what do we think about a tattoo artist!geto smutfic? ;) lmk in the comments!!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of suicide, smut, fwb to lovers, best friends to lovers, spoilers, not edited.

you don’t remember how all of this started.

was it his hands that went on your body first or your lips crashing onto his? the night where all of this began was nothing more than a haze in your memory. yet, the painful memories were stronger than any of the liquor that you both consumed, haunting you to the very end.

after the death of geto, you and gojo became more paranoid of losing each other. it was already painful enough that shoko has isolated herself to deal with this whole incident on her own, but, gojo couldn’t afford to lose you.

so, to cope and distract each other from all of this madness, you both sought pleasure.

whether that was through the gentle cuddles and caresses that you both swore had non-romantical feelings attached to having intense sex; no strings attached, of course.

“did you get the text from the higher-ups too?” you asked as you settled down the plated breakfast in front of gojo. the snowy white haired man nodded his head before taking a bite of the buttery toast.

“mhm, shibuya.” gojo’s words were slightly muffled as he tried to speak between his chewing. you let out a heavy sigh, playing around with your scrambled eggs.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a good look into your eyes in an attempt to read you.

“that place brings back bad memories.” you bluntly responded, resuming to eat your breakfast as both you and gojo were already running late for the meeting. to be fair, it wasn’t your fault.

well, sort of.

you didn’t expect gojo to fuck you until nearly sunrise.

as fun as it is getting pleasured, it certainly is very tiring and draining. especially when having it with someone like gojo, whose stamina and sex drive is so high. long story short, the both of you were deaf to the blaring alarm that rang at eight; which led you both to finally wake up in each other’s arms at ten.

“oh.” gojo simply said, realizing what you meant. it was the last place both you and him last saw geto before he abandoned his old life. he could remember it as clear as day, you were only left with the option of getting on your knees to beg geto to come back.

that was the last conversation that you ever had with geto suguru, and gojo always refused to tell you geto’s last words.

“i just don’t get it. even after all this time, i can’t piece it together.” you balled your hands to fists, gritting your teeth in frustration.

“hm, and what is that?” he asked in curiosity.

“why did suguru leave? it makes no logical sense. i know that whole mission involving riko amanai and toji fushiguro took a toll on him, but, i didn’t notice any major warning signs.” you spoke, making gojo frown as he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his dead best friend this early in the morning.

“who knows?” gojo simply shrugged his shoulders before getting up with his finished plate to wash it. you followed him inside the kitchen, continuing your little ramble.

“hey, satoru. you were much closer to geto than i was, surely you guys shared info that he didn’t share with me maybe ‘cause i was a girl or something? i don’t know.” you tried to egg him further, but gojo was slowly getting irritated by your little pestering about something that was in the past.

“i told you before and i’m gonna tell you this once again, after that whole incident, suguru’s isolation meant that he didn’t speak to me either about anything. he left without a trace.” gojo sternly replied, wiping his hands with a paper towel as he went over to the sofa to sit. you groaned in dismay, not getting the answer you truly wanted from him.

“then who brainwashed him into believing all that nonsense crap he spewed?” you whined, gripping your hair as you were trying to work your brain hard.

“can you just drop it already? no one knows.” gojo snickered, but you didn’t budge.

“do you think he had some past connection with riko or toji?”

“most likely not and if it was something that had to do with toji then i would’ve known since i’m literally raising his son.”

“was it the higher-ups?”

“i don’t know.”

“maybe family problems? love relationships?”

“i don’t know.”

“was it us??”

“i don’t know, y/n! alright? i don’t fucking know, neither do you or anyone else! we’ll never know why suguru left because he’s fucking dead, y/n; and you need to learn how to accept that. so, please for the love of god, can you just drop it?!” gojo yelled, looking at you with a glare as your jaw dropped. he’s never raised his voice at anyone before, especially you.

you felt your blood boil, your face being replaced with an angry scowl.

“i think you’re the one who needs to learn how to accept it, you fucking piece of shit.” you spat, making his eyes narrow.

“what?” he questioned as his tone dropped. you bitterly chuckled before looking at him with sharp eyes.

“don’t act like you’re oblivious, satoru. you’re always running away from your problems and this is one of them. tell me, when was the last time that we both actually sat down and last talked about suguru, hm? not even related to his death, just about him. tell me, when was the last time?” your voice started to become higher as you yearned for answers to all your questions, wishing that you could express how much confusion you were forced to live in.

“...”

“answer me since you know everything, gojo satoru!” you bellowed, shaking him back and forth, only to receive nothing but silence.

“y/n, stop it.” gojo lowly spoke, his eyes not meeting yours.

“why?! i’ll tell you. it’s because all we ever do is have sex. any time that you feel sad or mad you’re at my door because you want to fuck me! am i wrong?! you have sex with me to ignore all your problems and it’s getting out of control, satoru.” you yelled, your body trembling with anger as you were so fed up with everything. you hated how things were, you just wanted your old best friends back.

and you hated these burdensome feelings that threw you in loopholes. these feelings being what you felt towards gojo. you knew that neither of you were mentally stable enough to get into a relationship and you weren’t sure if these romantic feelings were mutual.

so, you played it safe but being casual friends with benefits.

but, this was going to far. now that you look back it, you both were hurting each other more by letting all that grief, anger and sadness bottle inside.

“oh, so now i’m the problem, right? i killed suguru, i caused your fucking depression, i caused myself to become a sad sex addict, everything’s my fault! anything else you’d like to blame me for, y/n?” he accused himself, eyes piercing into your soul as you gasped.

“satoru, i never once blamed you for suguru’s death nor did i say you were the problem! i’m just saying that this is unhealthy, i’m just worried.” you tried to calm down and level with him so that you could tame the heated conversation.

“don’t make me laugh, y/n. i know that deep inside you feel some kind of resentment towards me because i killed suguru. but... you don’t say it ‘cause i’m the only one you have left.” gojo’s voice faltered, his lips thinning as he looked at his feet.

“the hell are you trying to say? that i’m using you? god, you’re so fucking full of shit, satoru!” you were in disbelief, not believeing what your ears were hearing.

“then what the fuck do you want, y/n? you’re so fucking confusing and it’s driving me insane. so, please, tell me what you want!” gojo grabbed a hold of your hands, eyes begging you to put an end to it.

“i need the truth. what was suguru’s last words, satoru?” you asked in a monotone, looking at him with a straight face. gojo’s face fell, your hands slipping away from his as he backed away.

“i already told you, even if it means that i’ll have to die, i cannot say what he told me.” he dismissed your question, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

“ugh! god, i hate you so much! why won’t you tell me?! i deserve to know because by the time i came it was too late! why didn’t you wait for me? you did this on purpose, you fucking jerk!” you continued to throw your harsh words at him, too blinded by your pain and anger to realize the heavy weight of your words.

“are you fucking dumb? he was already in so much pain, do you think i’d wait thirty minutes for you to come while he suffers from his injury? i put him to rest and so should you, y/n. suguru is dead, y/n, it’s time to wake up.” gojo said, his voice emotionless as he had nothing else left to say to you.

“stop treating me like i’m crazy!” tears streamed down your face, your hands going to the nearest item, which was the flower vase before you threw it on the ground; shattering it to pieces.

gojo’s eyes widened, quickly wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from hurting yourself.

“y/n, you are acting like a fucking crazy person! i can’t fucking bring him back to life, okay? so stop, please!” gojo struggled to hold you still, although you were a woman and smaller than him, your strength was very high.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! i fucking hate you, gojo satoru! you took away my best friend, you fucking piece of shit! i wish you died instead!” you sobbed, feeling his body become stiff as his arms loosened around you.

you curled up into a ball on the sofa, feeling gojo’s weight being lifted from the furniture, before you heard the clicking sound of your front door closing.

if only you knew that would’ve been your last time seeing him, perhaps you would’ve done things differently.

maybe you would’ve rushed to the door to stop him from leaving.

but, it was too late and the damage has already been done. you can’t take back those words anymore and you regret it so much.

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gojo satoru has been sealed for 1189 days.

it seemed that the world was going through the apocalypse. for the past three years things only went downhill in your life. truth be told, you don’t even recognize the person that you’ve become.

you’ve been spiraling down a very dark and twisted path. life just wasn’t the same as it used to be when you were just a stupid and silly teen who attended jujutsu high.

you lost so many people, those who were dear to your heart, people who you grew up with in this cursed world.

you weren’t the same.

there were times where everything just hurt so much, to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated with all your past traumas and regrets. you wanted to end it all for good.

though, even taking your own life wouldn’t have brought you any peace. nonetheless, all your attempts failed as shoko, yuji and megumi kept you under tight patrol.

after seeing your declining mental state, the higher-ups officially put you up for suspension until further notice. it was stupid, no really it was. you tried to go to the main office and kick their old hag asses or even kill them, but megumi and yuji nearly chained you to the bed.

so, here you are now, stuck at home without a clue as to what was going on. yuta and yuji kept you posted as to what was happening, sometimes shoko too. the culling game was taking place, geto is back but you realized that his body was used as a puppet for the curse kenjaku, and now megumi was gone because sukuna found him as use for a new vessel.

it was a lot to take in but as per usual, you chose to run away. the only thing that was helping you keep somewhat sane was sleeping pills, anxiety medications and liquor.

you were hanging on a thin thread.

a heavy sigh left your lips as you exited out of your bathroom after taking a warm shower, making your way over to the couch. you plopped down before your eyes fell on the picture frame where it was gojo feeding you cake on your 17th birthday.

your eyes softened upon seeing the man who you missed so dearly, tears welling in your eyes before a sob escaped your throat. you held the photo close to your chest, wishing that you could turn back time to take back everything that you said.

love is the twisted curse of all.

you heard your door bell ring, making you wipe your tears as you sat up. your eyes glanced at the clock which showed that it was nearly midnight, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

you never had any unannounced visitors at such an hour and your friends already paid you a visit earlier today. surely, if they had forgotten something then they would’ve called. you got up, putting on your slippers before shuffling your way to the front door.

you opened the door and froze in your spot. in shock, a gasp left your mouth as your eyes met the familiar cerulean colored eyes.

“s-satoru?” you stammered out, your voice waivering as your tone was nothing more than a soft whisper. he was wearing an outfit which had a strong resemblance to what toji wore, giving you strong ptsd from that cursed day. your eyes teared up when you noticed how his body was covered in scars, some which were still bleeding, indicating that they are fresh and were made not too long ago.

suddenly, you saw gojo’s wavering before rolling back, his body going limp as it fell forwards. you quickly rushed closer to him, catching his body in your arms.

“satoru?! holy fuck.” your voice was filled with panic, not knowing what to do or who to call at this hour. with all the strength left within you, carefully you tightly grabbed a hold of him before helping him inside your place, locking the door behind you.

with slow and heavy steps, you finally reached the couch where you gently laid him. you sat on the floor, holding his hand as you sobbed, feeling absolutely clueless and useless.

“y../n..” gojo attempted to call out, his voice even lower than a whisper, his chapped lips barely moving. however, he caught your attention as you quickly cupped his cheek.

“i’m here, satoru. i’m here for you, don’t worry.” you quickly assured him, his flesh was a burning temperature under your palms. gojo let out a painful groan, his eyebrows furrowing before he cleared his throat.

“i used all of my reverse curse technique to heal fifty percent of myself. but... i don’t have anymore within me to use.” he spoke in a hoarse voice, breathing heavily as his blood stained your furniture along with your clothes and hands.

“i’ll heal you.” you sternly responded, placing your hand on his chest, only for him to shove your hand away. you gave gojo a puzzled look, not understanding the reason behind his actions.

“i didn’t come here for you to save me. matter of a fact, i don’t wish to be saved.” gojo replied as if he could read your thoughts.

“you’re talking crazy! stop being stupid and let me help you.” you spoke through gritted teeth, once again placing your hand on his chest, but he insisted on being stubborn, grabbing your hand to tightly hold it away from his body.

“you’re right, i should’ve died instead of suguru. perhaps, that would’ve been the case when i fought against toji. i’m paying off my debt, y/n. i... i was selfish and because of my immature arguments with suguru, i resorted to kill him instead of finding another way.” he heaved in between his words, trying his best to explain his thoughts and emotions to you in the most clear and coherant way possible.

“please, satoru, don’t do this! let me help you!” you begged him, trying to slip away from his astonishingly tight grip even at this state. however, the snow haired man simply shook his head.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i was prepared to live my entire life in guilt because i killed him, but, i can’t live my entire life knowing that you hate me.” gojo gave you a pained sad smile, making your heard clench in pain.

you sat on your knees, bringing his hand that was holding yours to your lips to place a tender kiss on his skin.

“i don’t hate you, satoru, i never have and i never will. without you, i am nothing. when you were sealed, i went crazy and nearly killed myself so many times. i’m sorry, i never meant anything i said before, i swear! i was just so angry and hurt that day that i said those in the heat of the moment. please, satoru, come back to me. let me save you, i beg you.” you cried, tears falling on his flesh as the man looked at you with warm eyes. he gave you a small smile before placing your hand on his chest.

your eyes widened after realizing, quickly trying to concetrate hard to heal him. you counted and watched each scar that was engraved and bleeding on his skin disappear, bullets of sweat trickling down your forehead and you softly whimpered in pain. gojo was passed out cold, his body limp as you tried to heal him fast to avoid any alarming damages.

an hour has passed.

you started to feel numb, your body trembling as all your energy was being sucked out of your body. there was just a few more that had to be healed and you decided to shove your own health aside and push through this feeling of agonizing pain.

you can’t lose him for the second time.

another painfully long hour has passed and with heavy lidded eyes, you watched the final scar on his cheek disappear. a contented smile etch onto your lips, but it wasn’t much long after that you felt your vision grow blurry, head lolling forwards before dropping on gojo’s chest as you passed out.

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you stirred in your position, a grimace painted on your face as you tried to open your glued shut eyes. it took you a few seconds to adjust to the lighting of your room, until your vision cleared up and met with the familiar pair of blue eyes staring back into yours.

“hey.” gojo croaked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“hey.” you copied his words, biting the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out from how relieved you were that he was alive and breathing in front of you.

there was a moment of silence between you both as he sat up on the couch while you sat on the floor. his eyes were glued on the wall while you stared at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

it’s been nearly three years since you’ve last seen him from a horrible last encounter, it was pretty awkward.

“you changed your house decor.” he suddenly blurted out, catching your attention.

“nobara thought it looked depressing, so she did whatever she liked.” you shrugged, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

“do you like it?” gojo asked, his eyes now averting to your face, in which you still refused to meet his eyes.

“i don’t really care about it, i had bigger things to care about than some stupid house decor.” you bitterly spat out, making gojo’s lips thin knowing that his follow-up question unintentionally struck a nerve.

“is that so? and what may they be?” he cocked an eyebrow, making you look up at him in disbelief.

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you scoffed, making gojo cross his arms over his chest before leaning back into the sofa.

“i am.” he confidently responded, making your itch with irritation.

“god, you truly are insufferable.” you sneered, making him roll his eyes.

“and you’re still the same. you’re still hung over his death, aren’t you? it’s been about a decade, y/n. yet, you still haven’t matured. it’s truly pitying.” gojo snickered with faux sympathy, making your jaw drop to the floor.

“he was our friend, satoru! how can you say that?!” you spoke through gritted teeth, making gojo scowl as he rubbed his temples.

“because he’s not the same suguru we were friends with before he died! he died as a villain, a criminal, a mass fucking murder, y/n. stop defending him, you’re making a fool out of yourself.” he harshly spoke, not an ounce of care in his tone as he glared at you.

“it wasn’t his fault. it was ours, satoru. despite being so close with him, we failed him. neither of us caught onto him spiraling down, maybe we could’ve prevented this if we just paid attention more.” your throat burned as every word left your lips, guilt choking you like an enemy as your lips quivered.

“for the love of god, stop spewing shit like that. did you shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. did i shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. why are you destroying yourself over this, y/n?!” gojo yelled, his eyes begging for an answer as you grew quiet.

“i..i-”

“no! there is no ‘i’, y/n. stop defending him! god, it’s always ‘suguru this’ or ‘suguru that’. it’s never satoru! i’m sick and tired of this, do you not care about me? am i not important to you?” he choked out, chewing on his lips as your eyes widened at his sudden words.

“what?” you said, slightly astonished as your voice was as low as a whisper.

“actually, i don’t wanna know. i don’t even know why i came here, my stupid half-dead brain at that time clearly didn’t know any better. anyways, i’ll get going then. goodbye, y/n.” gojo dryly spoke, attempting to stand up and leave without another word. but, before he could do so, you quickly crawled towards him and shoved yourself between his legs, hugging his waist and forcing him to sit back down on the couch.

gojo was frozen on the spot by the sudden embrace, not knowing how to react at all. so, he stayed quiet with his hands to the side as you continued to hug him tight.

“stop putting words in my mouth, satoru. you have no idea how much i suffered on my own when you were sealed. i thought that i’d never see you again. at one point, i was ready to offer kenjaku my soul or beg him to seal me with you. i can’t live without you, satoru.” you shook your head, face buried in his stomach as your tears seeped into the material of his shirt.

you heard him let out a sigh before softly stroking your hair. your body shook in fear, arms squeezing him the slightest as you breathed him in. gojo heard you softly murmuring to yourself, choking on your incoherent words between your sobs.

“come here.” he whispered, making you pull away as you took his invitation of being seated on his lap. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. gojo’s arms protectively laced around waist, beautiful clear blue eyes staring into yours.

your chewed on your bottom lip to prevent an ugly sob from leaving your lips, soaking in the sight of him being in front of your after three years. you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as he leaned into your touch.

“i’m sorry.” gojo mumbles, holding your hands before bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“for?” you asked, slightly confused by his sudden apology.

“for everything that i said three years ago. you were right and i was in denial. it’s just... i’m so scared, y/n.” his voice cracked at the end, noticing how tears pooled in his eyes. you heart bled at the side, pulling his head to your chest as you heard him sniffle.

“i don’t wanna lose you, y/n. i know suguru’s death has been hard on us and i tried to distract us both from it so that we both don’t lose ourselves. but, i never realized how badly it was destroying us both inside. it’s just so hard talking about his death.” with that being said, the world’s strongest sorcerer broke down in your arms. you tried to resist yourself from crying, but, it was as if your tear ducts worked like a damn waterfall.

“i know, satoru, i know. it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” you stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head as you assured him. however, he shook his head before pulling away, looking up at you with a guilty expression.

“i killed him, y/n. i-i... it’s my fault that he’s gone forever. i could’ve brought him back to jujutsu tech and have shoko heal him but i didn’t. i wasn’t thinking straight back then and screwed up! why don’t you hate me, y/n?!” he bellowed, eyes becoming red as he trembled in your embrace, making you sob at his words.

“stop doing that to yourself, satoru. it’s not your fault!” you tried to convince him, needing him to see the truth and finally be pulled out of that pit of self-loathe and blame.

“you don’t have to pretend anymore, y/n. i know that you’re only saying this to not hurt me.” gojo gave you a sad smile, his tears staining his cheeks as you thinned your lips while shaking your head.

“if i was in your place... i would’ve done the same.” you said in a shaky voice, making his eyes widen.

“w-what?” he stuttered out, completely in disbelief.

“suguru lost against yuta, that was inevitable. if he was found by anyone else but us outside of jujutsu tech, he’d be immediately executed by god knows how. i’m pretty sure he’d rather die by the hands of his loved ones than those shitty higher-ups. i know i would.” you wiped away his tears, locking your eyes with his.

“it’s okay, satoru. you’re okay, alright? we’ll be okay.” your voice lulled him back to sanity, a soft kiss being pressed onto his forehead.

“i missed you so much, y/n. every minute that i spent in that prison realm felt so long, like death was a much more favorable option. i felt so alone and miserable, my thoughts consumed me with no mercy. i felt like an insane person.” his voice was low, no longer having the strength to talk as he spoke about his traumatic experience.

“that sounds awful, satoru. i’m glad you came back to me, i missed you so much, too. you were the glue that pieced me back together, when you left... i shattered once again. i’m so sorry for everything that i said to you, i never meant anything! i’m so happy and relieved that you’re alive, i-i don’t know what i’d do if you died. i think i’d go crazy or kill myself. please, don’t ever leave me again.” you begged him, hugging him tight as you cried on his shoulder, feeling him rub your back in a comforting manner.

“i’ll always be here, y/n.” gojo promised, kissing the side of your head. you both spent a few more minutes together in each other’s embrace, mumbling many ‘sorry’s’ and promises. after cooling down, you lifted your head up and looked at him.

you noticed how beat up his condition was, as gojo looked completely drained. his eyes were puffy from the crying and his hair was a mess.

“i’ll run you a bath and then let’s get some takeout.” you suggested with a warm smile, making him hum in response as his eyes lit up.

“thank you.” he reciprocated your smile, kissing your knuckles once more before you got off of his lap and headed into the bathroom.

if there’s one thing that you’d consider as the ‘positive’ side of working as a jujutsu sorcerer was the handsome salary that you received. it allowed you to get a bigger place that had a spacious bathroom which allowed the placement of a huge bathtub alongside a standing shower.

of course, your place wasn’t nearly as big as satoru, but it was what you’d consider luxurious enough for you.

you soon heard footsteps behind you, indicating satoru’s arrival. he ruffled your hair, making your head turn as you looked up at the tall man.

“it’s ready, you could get in.” you wiped your hands with a small towel, about to walk outside of the bathroom to give him some privacy, until you felt him grab your wrists.

“could you please wash my hair?” he requested, his soft tone mixed with his tired expression tugged at your heart strings. so, you nodded your head, locking the bathroom door behind you.

satoru thanked you with a smile, not wasting anymore time as he began to strip in front of you. of course, it’s not like anything that you haven’t seen already. yet, the sight of his naked body after three whole years was enough to set your body on fire as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. you looked to the side, clenching your thighs together.

you knew his body like the back of your hand, memorized every muscle and scar painting his skin. however, you can’t deny the fact that he’s gotten even more buff recently than last you’ve saw him.

gojo didn’t notice your flustered state, hopping inside the warm soapy water as he submerged his body. you heard him let out a sigh in bliss, eyes rolling back as he leaned his back against the tub. you took the small shower head and began to wet his hair, all the while his eyes were strictly on your face.

you tried your best to not pay much mind to him, trying to quickly wash his hair and be on your way to go order food because he was making you so damn flustered. you squeezed some shampoo his head before beginning to gently massage his scalp.

gojo moaned at the satisfying feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, fingers threading through his snowy locks as you bubbled up his hair. you couldn’t help but be content at the sight of him being so relaxed, an unknowing smile etching on your lips.

you washed away the shampoo, his eyes opening before glancing at your lips. gojo would’ve been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t tempted to kiss you. however, he tried to maintain some form of self-control, especially after what went down.

“okay, all done.” you notified, making him look up at you with appreciative eyes.

“thank you, y/n.” he smiled.

“no problem. you can finish washing up in the shower, i’m gonna fix the towels in the bathroom and then look for some clean clothes for you.” he nodded at your words, standing up as your back was turned to him, now heading inside the shower as he slid the glass door.

you finished folding the small towels in the bathroom along with draining the bath water. you went by the sink, examining yourself as you fixed your hair. not noticing when the glass doors slid open, you felt an arm grab you by the waist before you were being pulled inside the shower.

you let out a yelp before your back was met by the cold wet walls. your breath hitched as gojo towered over your body, arms caging you between them. you gulped at the sudden closeness, your face now wet from the water along with your clothes that were now drenched as well.

“fuck, i tried so hard to resist you. but, when you look at me like that, i just wanna fuck you senseless.” gojo sensually whispered, leaning towards your face before pressing his lips to your jaw. you let out a shaky breath, being able to smell the scent of his shampooed hair along with his body wash that you always kept a spare in your bathrooms, even after he disappeared.

“then do it.” you breathed out, feeling him leave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw until down to your neck. gojo pulled away, taking in the sight of you soaking wet, his hands coming up to your face as his thumb softly dragged along your lower lip.

you teasingly bit his thumb before he experimentally pressed it down on your tongue, making you suck his finger. gojo smirked at your eagerness, looking at you with playful eyes.

“you missed my touch, princess?” he asked, pulling your chin up as he forced your eyes to meet his. god, he looked so fucking hot and it made you so bothered.

“yeah.” you shamelessly admitted, making him chuckle.

“my poor baby, let me make it up to you.” with that behind said, gojo leaned his head down to crash his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers up and down his nape as you kissed him back. the sweet taste of his soft lips made you moan, feeling his tongue soon enter your mouth.

gojo sucked and licked your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip as he teasingly pulled back with a bite, you bottom lip between his teeth. you felt his heavy cock resting on your thigh, not even having the moment to gwak at his body.

“need more, ‘toru.” you whined out, heat growing between your thighs as you craved more from his body.

"yeah?" gojo teasingly asked, placing small trails of light kisses down your temple. you felt hypnotized, trying to figure out if it was because of the intoxicating scent of his or the way he was delicately feathering you with his kisses.

"satoru.." you breathed out, feeling suffocated from how much tension there was between the both of you. it was pathetic, how sensitive and responsive your body was to just mere touches.

but who could blame you?

you haven't touched him in three years, not being molded into his body in so long that you forgot how it felt to be this intimate with him.

"what is it, baby? tell me what you want and i'll give it to you." he promised, cerulean eyes now clouded with lust. gojo didn't know how much longer he could last, convinced that if you even just touched him once more, he would cum untouched.

that's how badly he needed you.

"make me feel good. please, i want you to touch me." you begged, looking at him with desperate eyes. satisfied with your answer, he hooked his hands around your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. gojo turned off the shower before getting out of the bathroom, walking into your room.

the both of you were so incredibly horny for each other that the thought of you both wetting the carpet slipped out of your mind.

"gonna give it to you all, princess. i’m gonna make you mine tonight." gojo seductively responded as he gently threw you on the bed, towering over you.

"so fucking pretty." he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself as he lowered his head, lips ghosting above yours for a brief second before finally capturing them in a very needy kiss.

you cupped his face, pulling him closer to your face as your lips began to move against his with more aggression. gojo sucked on your bottom lip, tongue swiping against the plump flesh.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth as gojo wasted no time to shove his tongue inside, the wet muscle exploring every cavern in your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of how his spit coated your tongue. your hands found their way into his wet snowy locks, entangling them as you gave his hair small tugs, making the man groan in between the kiss.

he sounded so sexy, making you wetter every second from how hot and heated he got you just from these simple interactions.

feeling the need to breathe as both of your lungs nearly gave out from the lack of oxygen, both you and gojo pulled away from the steamy kiss. panting heavily while a string of saliva connected your lips, the man couldn't help but stare down at you.

your damp hair made the bed sheets wet as you were still in your wet clothes, white t-shirt now becoming transparent and sticking to your body as it revealed your black bra.

the flushed color of your cheeks along with how swollen and red your lips looked from the harsh sucking during the kiss earlier. you looked so gorgeous under him, all riled up just for him. it made his mind spin, just the thought of having you in his hold all to himself while he pounds you senselessly.

only gojo satoru could ever have you like this.

you chewed on your lower lip, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you both stared into each other's eyes. gojo mentally cursed at himself, wanting to attach his lips back onto yours and keep kissing you until both his and your lips go numb.

but he wanted to please you, to listen to whatever you wanted him to do to you. because tonight, gojo satoru wasn’t gonna fuck you, he was gonna make love to you.

"so fucking special to me, y/n. gonna make you feel so good, baby." gojo mumbled onto the wet skin of your neck, kissing down to your collarbones. they were wet kisses, as he took the time to smell and taste you, being greedy with his desire of wanting to have his mind be only consumed by you.

you decided to lessen his work by pulling your wet t-shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. gojo’s hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, hooking a finger to quickly remove the annoying fabric that was acting as a barrier to prevent his mouth from attacking the plush mounds of flesh.

"was getting in my way." he snarked, completely speechless as he watched how your tits spilled out, nipples perked up and swollen from being neglected for so long. but not anymore as gojo took one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling on it while his other hand massaged your other tit.

"fuck." you swore under your breath, eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers toying around with your other nipple. you opened your legs wider, allowing both of your bodies to be as close as possible. you could feel his cock rubbing against your thigh, all hard and throbbing.

"you're so hard, satoru." you commented, bringing a hand down to stroke his throbbing cock, making him choke from the sudden touch.

"all because of you, pretty girl." gojo looked up at you with a grin, placing a teasing kiss on your nipple before kissing down your stomach. they were open mouth kisses, his tongue swiping your skin here and there as he was able to taste the sweetness of whatever lotion you used before getting wet.

"you think i’m pretty?" you looked at him with dreamy eyes, making him pause as he tried to process your words.

"prettiest girl in the whole fucking world, i could just eat you up." he pampered you, tugging on your soaking wet pajama shorts to pull them down along with your panties which were pretty much drenched from the water and your slick, leaving your bare cunt exposed to gojo's full view.

the man was now in between your legs, both of his hands spreading your thighs wide open, refusing to let you close them. he took in a good minute to admire your pretty pussy, puffy folds that were coated with your arousal and your swollen clit that begged for any kind of touch.

god, he missed you so much.

embarrassment began to eat you away as you buried your face in your hands, unable to take in the sight of gojo being completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

"y/n, look at me." gojo spoke, voice laced with a stern tone yet you shook your head, declining. he scoffed, peeling away your hands from your red face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"prop yourself on your elbows, i want you to watch me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. you'll be good for me, won't you?" he innocently asked, yet his eyes were clouded with dark lust, two fingers proding at your folds before he used his middle finger to gently run it down your slit.

you shuddered from his touch, barely able to nod your head as he gave you a half smirk, lowering his head until you could feel his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt. although gojo loved the way your body responded to his praises, he also loved the way your body became twice as responsive when he teased you.

gojo began to kiss your inner thigh, slightly licking the area before placing a soft kiss on the wet skin. your thighs trembled whenever he would get dangerously close to your pussy that was drooling in anticipation for his tongue. but, gojo was determined to play some twists on you for a bit more before giving you what you wanted.

he continued to kiss farther up, lips now at the corner of your folds as you practically begged him to eat you out. he gently nibbled on your skin before peppering soft kisses, making small smooching noises as he continued this sweet torturous action of his for a bit longer.

"stop teasing, satoru." you whimpered, making him chuckle.

he licked a fat strip up your wet cunt, making your eyes roll back as you tried your best to hold your composure. a strained gasp left your mouth, his tongue swiftly gliding between your sopping folds, slurping all of your slick.

gojo moaned into your wet cunt, you tasted so good that he couldn't have enough of you. he felt like a starved man that was finally fed, he pressed his mouth deeper into you, tongue now lapping at your juices as you gripped onto his damp hair.

"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, feeling his tongue circling your throbbing clit, your thighs threatening to just clamp around his head. gojo's grip on splitting your thighs open was pretty firm, but he had no complaint against getting crushed between your thighs because he practically wanted to live there.

curious blue eyes peered up at you through his thick white lashes, making sure that you were watching the beautiful sight of him devouring your pussy. you tried your best to keep your eyes on him, but the intense amount of pleasure he was providing you with made it hard.

you felt a soft stinging pain on the flesh of your thigh, as gojo lightly slapped the skin. it was a warning that you weren't following his words, and you muttered a small 'sorry' before opening your eyes.

"taste so good, i could eat you for hours." he breathed out, taking in the sight of your sloppy folds that were now coated and dripping with both his saliva and your juices. he pressed a soft kiss on your clit, making your body jolt from how sensitive you were at that point.

you were near your orgasming point, feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach. you pushed his head further in, feeling his tongue teasing your hole as you practically squealed from feeling the wet muscle enter.

"oh god—please, satoru! i-i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, chest heaving up and down. the beautiful man continued to tongue-fuck your hole, thumb coming up to brush against your clit as you shook under his hold.

you were seeing stars, gasping for air as your breathing became irregular. you were so close, feeling like you would cum on his tongue any moment.

but, gojo stopped, making you let out a whine as you were on the verge of tears. he raised his head, a playful grin on dancing on his lips in comparison with the frown on your face along with furrowed eyebrows.

"satoru, i was so close!" you sulked with a pout, making him roll his eyes.

"patience, baby. let me take care of you, yeah?" gojo left a tender kiss on your lips as you squirmed under him.

his fingers rubbed your hips up and down, while his lips began to kiss down you neck. your eyes fluttered close. a hand moved up to grope your tits, giving your nipples a soft pinch which made you let out a gasp.

"please.. i wanna cum, i need it so bad. please make me cum, satoru." you leaned your head back against the mattress, desperate eyes looking up at the gorgeous man. he gave you a soft smile before leaning his head down to place a kiss on your lips.

"i never said that i wouldn't, baby." gojo continued, big hands giving your thighs a small squeeze before parting them open.

you wanted to cry from the constant teasing and edging, it was becoming too much and you needed a release.

gojo’s long fingers lightly ran up and down your wet slit, before he spread your folds open with his index and middle finger. his free hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"look at me while i make you cum." he ordered, looking down with stern eyes which made you nod because you're ready to do anything as long as you could cum.

he started off by rubbing your clit slowly, making your eyes roll back as you tried so hard to keep your eyes on his. the whole sight was so pornographic, your legs wide open while his fingers were playing with your dripping cunt.

gojo's fingers began to move much faster now, your slick coating the pads of his fingers which was caressing your swollen nub. your thighs trembled as you felt like you were on a high rush, breathing becoming more faster and that's when he suddenly entered two fingers inside your wet hole.

"satoru!" you screamed out his name, a satisfied smirk stretching across his pretty lips. he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, determined to make you cum because you deserved it.

“right here, baby? hm?” he whispered, making you shudder as you nodded deliriously.

your walls were clenching around his thick fingers, as he moved them in a scissoring manner. the squelching sounds of your pussy was like music to his ears as he watched how your cunt dripped with your juices that were now covering his whole hand and your inner thigh as well.

"wait! it's too much, i can't!" you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as you held onto his wrist, trying to halt his movements of thrusting his digits into your pussy. the feeling of your previously ruined orgasm along with this new one combined created an overwhelmingly large wave of pleasure.

"you can do it, baby. cum for me." gojo encouraged, the hand that was on your jaw now coming down to open your thighs that were wrapped around the hand that had his fingers deep into your cunt. he then continued to plunge his fingers inside you, his other hand playing with your tits to increase the stimulation of your pleasure.

he craned his head down before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly nipping and bitting it while his fingers continued to stroke your velvety walls. soft fingers pinching your clit before rubbing the swollen bud as well.

you were frantically moaning and crying, gasping for air. he hit your g-spot and you began to cream on his fingers, your cum running down his fingers as he continued to finger fuck it back inside you.

"what a good girl you are, y/n." he praised, pulling his wet fingers out before smearing your juices all over your messy cunt. but, he made sure to bring those same fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them, groaning from your sweet taste.

"i-i.. holy shit." you were at a loss for words, all your energy drained out from the powerful orgasm you just had from his fingers and tongue.

with the remaining energy that you had left in your body as gojo seemed to suck that away as well, you wrapped yourself around him before rolling over, now hovering above his body. gojo’s eyes widened in surpise from your sudden dominance, but he had no time to protest as you crashed your lips onto his.

you sucked on his bottom lips before giving it a gentle bite, making him groan before opening his mouth as you slid your tongue inside. one of your hands trailed down his neck, all the way to his well-built abs that you brushed your fingers against.

gojo let out a whimper, your touch felt like a fire has been set off his flesh as he was burning in pure ecstacy. he felt your lips grazing on his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones as you moved down to his nipples.

"y/n.." he breathed out as he felt your lips latch onto his nipple, taking it between your teeth before you gave it a soft kiss. your hand crept down, grabbing a hold of his thick and heavy cock.

gojo swore under his breath, closing his eyes as you began to stroke his throbbing cock. it was huge, heavy and the tip was leaking with precum. your thumb began to gently caress his tip, smearing his precum as you continued to pump his cock a couple of times.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered kisses on the side of your face.

"feels good?" you asked but your voice was low like a whisper as the man nodded. he loved the feeling of your soft palms, that were undeniably smaller than his own hands, wrapped around his huge cock. your movements were just as teasing as his, shifting the pace from fast to slow just like how he did when fingering your pussy.

"so good, baby. but, i don't think i could wait any longer. i need to be inside you soon or else i'll go insane." he admitted, as he looked up at you with begging eyes, his face flushed red and sweaty. his shaky hands pulled your head down for another needy and wet kiss.

"fuck me, pretty boy." you moaned onto his lips, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds, occasionally nudging your clit as he continued to do that a few times, getting his cock nicely lubed up with your slick.

he carefully caressed your head, flipping you both over so that he was now on top of you, letting you lay on the bed.

"try to relax, okay?" gojo softly spoke, his cock aligned with your hole. you nodded, hugging him as you tried holding him closer to you because not only did he act with you as delicately as possible but he was just so comforting in general.

he felt so warm and soft.

you felt him push his tip inside and already a stinging pain hit you, closing your eyes shut as you let out a groan. he was barely able to push in the fat mushroom tip of his lengthy cock. tears pricked your eyes, forgetting how big he was. gojo deciding to pause to give you some time to adjust to him again.

little by little, he managed to push about half of his cock inside your tight cunt. your fingers dug into the duvet, taking deep breaths.

the man groaned from pleasure, feeling suffocated as your walls clamped onto his cock like no tomorrow. gojo felt like he could cum right then and there, your walls felt so soft and warm.

"shit." you breathed out, tears rolling down your eyes and he looked down at you in concern. he asked you if you wanted him to pull out but you quickly said no, firm on your decision that you just needed a minute to get used to it.

"tell me when you're ready, okay?" gojo carefully assured, catching your lips once again with his. a hand went to your clit as he began to stroke the twitching nub while you moaned into his mouth, distracted away from the pain of having half of his cock lodged into your wet cunt.

experimentally, he lightly began to buck his hips forwards while simultaneously rubbing your clit. you whimpered under him, eyes peering up to his before giving him half-lidded eyes.

"k-keep moving." you managed to tell him and that was the only thing he needed to hear before he pulled back out and entered his full length in one go, bottoming out. he began to thrust his full cock into your wet pussy. the squelching and wet noises of his balls that were now coated with your slick hitting against your ass filled the room.

gojo continued to drive his hips into yours, skin slapping against yours as his hands now grabbed onto your waist to increase his pace. he watched your tits move up and down due to the force of his movements, leaning down to suck and bite on your nipples.

your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as your hands went to his hair, running through his messy white hair. his cock perfectly molded into your pussy, you were made for him. your legs began to shake, feeling his cock rubbing against your g-spot, the ridges of the veins of his cock deliciously caressing your wet walls.

countless number of moans were exiting out of both of your mouths, a single droplet of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead as you watched his face with adoration.

he was so adorable yet sexy at the same time. the way his eyebrows were furrowed together as he tried to loosen up your cunt that was forcing your walls to hug his cock too tight. but you eventually were able to relax, allowing gojo to bury his hard aching cock deep into your pussy as his thrusts remained sharp.

“s-satoru, f-fuck... feels so good!” you moaned out, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and teeth.

you felt the familiar build up in your lower abdomen, body trembling under him as he was able to sense that you were close.

"you wanna cum, baby?" gojo asked, placing soft and tender kisses on your lips as you were too focused on the feeling of his cock pistoning into your hole. you hummed in response, begging him to not stop.

"cum for me, y/n, please." he pleaded as he continued to thrust into you deeply, tip brushing against your cervix as you began to crumble in his hold. gojo’s hand grabbed yours before pinning it next to your head, intertwining his long fingers with yours.

"fuck! i'm cumming-" you choked out, your eyes screwing shut as your body shuddered under him while you creamed around his cock. gojo felt your walls being welcomed with your warm cum, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock as he continued to fuck your through your own orgasm, chasing his high.

"fuck! gonna cum, god, i love you so much! love you so much, y/n!" he cried out, his hips slamming into yours as his movements became more sloppy, thick wads of cum painting your walls as you whimpered from the feeling of it.

the warm liquid filling your hole as he was in so much pleasure, not able to stop moving his cock inside your walls that were now coated with both his and your cum. gojo buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing small kisses and love bites on your shoulder as his hair tickled your face.

he carefully collapsed his body on top of yours, making sure to not put his full weight on you. the both of you tried to calm down from your highs, irregular breathing filled the room as a moment of silence graced the room.

one hand stroked his hair while the other stroked his back, your legs still clamped around his narrow waist. gojo finally raised his head to look at you, a half-lidded smile dancing on his lips.

“hey, princess.” that stupid nickname that always made you fold had butterflies swarm in your stomach once again.

“hi, ‘toru.” you giggled at his playfulness, making a breathy laugh escape his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“let’s clean up before we both catch a cold.” gojo said, sitting up before pulling his cock out, making you wince from the lack of contact. he watched your hole pulsate, his cum spilling out as he gwaked at the sight.

“you literally came your entire life’s worth inside me tonight.” you joked, making a blush creep up to his cheeks.

“sorry, i couldn’t control myself.” he bashfully admitted, making you chuckle.

both you and gojo cleaned up each other, finding dry clothes to wear before gojo helped you change the wet sheets into new ones. the feeling of fatigue washed over the both of you, dinner completely slipping out of your minds.

you and gojo now were in bed together, you laying on his chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist. you listened to his heartbeat, counting them as you vividly remembered praying to god that you could hear it again.

“i meant it, y/n.” gojo suddenly blurted out of the blue, making you hum in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you asked, now looking up at him as he peered down at you.

“i love you.” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. you hugged his chest tighter, burying your face in his neck.

“i love you too, satoru.” you smiled against his skin, pressing soft kisses on that sensitive area, making him giggle at the ticklish feeling. you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as gojo held you.

you both stayed like that for a while, until a heavy sigh left his lips. your eyebrows pinched together, looking at him with a puzzled look.

“you wanna know suguru’s last words?” his words made your eyes widen, your head lifting as you looked at him with a shocked expression.

“huh?” you were speechless at his sudden offer.

“his last words was for me to tell you that he was in love with you, y/n. i didn’t wanna tell you because i was selfish towards my own feelings for you.” gojo looked to the side, shame washing over him as he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes.

you could sense his guilt, but, you didn’t have the heart to punish him.

you cupped his face, turning his head to face you. a warm smile was plastered on your lips, eyes softening as you looked at him with nothing but love and adoration.

“satoru, it has always been you who made my heart flutter. whether you told me this three years ago, ten years ago or even later in the future; it would’ve never changed the fact that i love you and only you.” your voice was gentle and your words were tender, making his heart race.

“y/n.. fuck, i love you so much.” he chewed on his lower lips, tears forming in his eyes as he pulled you down closer to his body. you stroked his hair before wiping his tears away, leaning down to pepper his face with many kisses.

the world was cruel, but when you’re in the arms of the strongest sorcerer, it no longer felt that painful.

after all, within every touch and every kiss, you made gojo satoru feel like he was breathing; like he was human again.

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: Steve and you are finally officially dating, the kids are finally in high school and no longer need any sort of official babysitting, and life is overall pretty damn good. You try to push aside the unease settling in your chest, but how long can you ignore it before it manifests into something much worse than you could possibly imagine.

Content Warning: swearing, bullying, trauma responses, intimacy

Word Count: 6.7k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took me longer to get out than some of the previous chapters. Life has been a bit hectic to say the very least (my brother low key got robbed and I was helping him sort some of it out), but I’m glad I was finally able to get this done! I’m looking forward to writing more of season 4!

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Spring break started soon, and despite having graduated and gotten out of the shit hole that is Hawkins High, Steve still drove you and Robin to school. You hadn’t stayed the night last night at Steve’s so you slid into the backseat behind him as you got in the car. Even though you were halfway through second semester, you still weren’t used to Steve not being there to walk you to your first period every morning like he had the year before.

Of course, you stepped right into the middle of an argument between your boyfriend and your best friend. At least they aren’t shoving each other like toddlers this time, you thought as you rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt.

“Cut me some slack, please! It is 7:00 in the morning, we have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!” Robin shouted, pushing the skin on her face around as she looked in the visor mirror.

“Oh, you’re worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect me to believe that?” Steve shot back.

“Yeah? So?” Robin’s voice got small as she anticipated the trajectory of this conversation.

“So, we both know what this is about, okay? I’m not buying that bullshit, this is about Vickie!”

“Absolutely not!” Robin defended herself. You scoffed from the back seat, not believing a word of her lie as Steve spoke up again.

“It is, and you know what else?”

“Uh, I really don’t care,” Robin rolled her eyes while she continued to put on her lip balm.

“You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her, okay? You just gotta—you just gotta be yourself,” Steve tried to give her a pep talk and you gaped from the backseat before chiming in.

“You do realize you are literally quoting her to her, right?”

“Hey, you stay out of this, and besides, maybe she needs to listen to herself,” Steve glared at you in the rearview mirror before turning back towards Robin, “ever think about that, smartypants? I listened to you and now look at me. Boom. Back in business.” He gestured back towards you as he said it and you rolled your eyes. You were, however, grateful that Robin had gotten involved because you didn’t know how much longer you could take Steve not making a move last summer.

“It’s not the same thing, okay. You ask out a girl like y/n and she says no, big deal. Nothing happens—”

Steve cut her off immediately, “what do you mean ‘nothing happens’? In that hypothetical I lose the love of my life, so yeah that’s a pretty big mother fucking deal!”

“For the sake of the hypothetical—“ Robin began again, “—maybe your ego’s a little bit bruised…but I ask out the wrong girl, and bam! I’m a town pariah.”

“Yeah, I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl,” you spoke up, leaning forward to feel more included in the conversation.

“We just don’t know that, do we?”

“She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds,” Steve spoke up and you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where his mind was going. “Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds? People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew!” You and Robin exclaimed in unison.

“Gross, don’t say boobies!” She scolded, causing the boy to just repeat himself like the immature idiot that he was.

“Boobies. Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. You like boobies. Y/n has boobies—Vickie likes boobies! Definitely!”

“Hey, how about you not bring my tits into this?” You asked Steve, smacking his shoulder. “But I mean, I can’t disagree with him…Vickie definitely likes tits, I mean we have all the evidence,” you added as you turned toward Robin. She rolled her eyes and turned up the radio, deciding she was done with the conversation the three of you were having.

Steve pulled up to Hawkins High, parking briefly to let the two of you out. Before walking to the building you stopped at his door and he rolled the window down.

“Don’t go getting fired while I’m in class, okay?” You warned, smoothing out his vest that was wrinkled because often he couldn’t be bothered to iron it.

“I just wish you could be there, you know? The day just drags on and on and on when I’m working by myself, let alone when I have to work with Keith,” Steve responded, rolling his eyes. Since he had treated Jonathan so shitty when him and Nancy were together, Steve tried to move past the jealous side of himself, but now that he wasn’t even in school with you to see which assholes were hitting on you, it made turning over a new leaf all the more difficult.

“I know, but you are a grown ass adult and you can handle it. Besides, Robin and I will be there after school lets out, so you don’t have to miss me for too terribly long,” you reminded him, leaning into the car to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled into it and you debated just getting back into his car so that you could make out in the break room at Family Video, but Robin’s voice rang out, causing you to jump and hit your head on the roof of the car.

“Hey shit birds, cool it with the PDA, we’re gonna be late,” Robin yelled out, and you grumbled, rubbing the back of your head as you moved away from Steve’s car to join her. You waved a goodbye to Steve as you bit back a smile before you turned and picked up the pace to join your friend.

You really hated pep rallies with the entirety of your being…and you knew that Robin would too if it weren’t for being in the band and getting to stand the whole time next to Vickie. You usually tried to stand next to the band so that you could at least talk to her, but your talk with Steve had slowed you down and the bleachers had filled up.

“Sorry! I can get Davis to try and get someone to move if you want me to. People usually listen to him because he’s borderline terrifying,” Robin apologized, gesturing behind her to the sousaphone player who was built like a tank. Hawkins High didn’t have football, otherwise you were nearly 1000% confident that he would’ve been goaded into joining the team.

“No, really it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” you smiled at her and waved her on to go join Vickie in the stands. You started ascending the bleachers, trying to make your way to the back corner as you weaved through people who were cheering on the cheerleading squad (a bit redundant, you felt). Ever since you started dating Steve, you somehow became even less popular at school, which was a hard feat to accomplish. A lot of girls in your grade were still quite enamored with the boy and understandably disappointed that he was no longer available. As such, they quite deliberately chose to take it out on you.

Normally it didn’t really get to you, but recently it had been bothering you more. You had been used to it last year when you watched girls in the hall cast judgmental looks at you as Steve walked you to class…and that was before you were even officially an item. Now, without having Steve to be there to quell your nerves, you just felt lonely whenever Robin wasn’t around either to distract you from immature high school bullies.

You finally made it to the back corner of the bleachers, not without hearing some nasty comments directed at you. You sighed, crossing your arms and closing your eyes as you leaned against the wall.

“I take it you hate these things too?” A voice spoke up to ask you. You turned to see the familiar mop of long brown hair as you realized the voice belonged to Eddie Munson. You had never been in a class with him before this semester but you had become increasingly familiar with him due to the fact that Ms. O’Donell, your physics teacher, had desperately pleaded with you to tutor him so that he could graduate this year.

You had reluctantly agreed, mostly because you didn’t want to disappoint the poor woman, but it had been an exercise in frustration.

“Well, yeah, they aren’t my favorite. Especially since they’re typically full of people who somehow have a shit ton of school spirit but not even a modicum of decency and respect for me, so that is just…totally epic,” you rolled your eyes, frustrated with one classmate in particular, Claire, who had just tried to trip you on your way up the stairs.

“I studied by the way,” Eddie spoke up, when you looked at him with confusion, he continued, “for the physics quiz today? I studied for it.”

Suddenly, your face twisted in panic as you realized that you hadn’t. You’d been so busy with work and Steve and just trying to hold everything together that you had forgotten about the last assessment you had before going on spring break. “Fuck! I forgot about it.”

“Eh, you’ll do fine anyway,” Eddie replied nonchalantly. You were glad someone at least believed in you.

“Dustin’s still doing alright?” You asked the long haired boy beside you. Since Dustin was in high school now, he no longer needed a babysitter, and thus your career, in an official sense at least, had come to an end. You still saw him extremely regularly because Steve and him were still good friends, but you still worried about him. You knew he was a misfit, and being a misfit yourself it made you nervous that he had found himself in a crowd of…well, misfits. You didn’t want him to go through the same shit that you went through. You didn’t want him to be invisible like you.

“Henderson? He’s fucking awesome! Yeah, of course he’s fine,” Eddie replied, laughing as he shoved you in the shoulder. Even though everyone liked to talk about how much of a mess Eddie Munson was, you were glad that Ms. O’Donell’s arrangement had at least shown you that he wasn’t a bad guy. It was nice to have another friend at Hawkins High. “How’s Steve doing?” Eddie asked, not doing at great job at hiding his distaste for the graduate with the perfect hair.

You rolled your eyes at his tone before answering. “He’s great…I just thought dating the son of a bitch would mean that I’d get at least enough status here for people to not treat me like shit,” you chuckled.

Your conversation with Eddie fizzled out as the basketball team entered the gym. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Lucas on the court. He looked happy, so even though he was surrounded by meathead athletes, you couldn’t really be mad. You knew he was smart enough to make good decisions and he still had you all as a support group, so you tried to shove the worry down in your chest.

Jason Carver took the mic and began going on and on as he spoke. Though you really, really didn’t like the kid, you had to give him credit. He sure did know how to give a speech.

“…you know, I think I can speak for all of us when I say it’s been a tough year for Hawkins. So much loss. And sometimes I wonder, how much loss can one community take? In dark days like this, we need something to believe in. So last night, when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy, I looked at my team and I said think of Melissa. Think of Heather. Think of Billy. Think of our heroic police chief Jim Hopper. Think of each and every one of our friends who perished in that fire…”

That was when you stopped listening. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of the loss that you had faced. You didn’t need someone like Jason who didn’t know jack shit about loss to explain it to you. “I have to go,” you whispered to Eddie, and before he could respond, you slipped out of the bleachers, telling a teacher that you needed to use the restroom, and darting out the gym doors.

Robin noticed you leaving and quickly set her trumpet down, taking off her shako, which Vickie graciously took before darting down the hall after you.

“Y/n,” she yelled after you trying to catch up but you didn’t slow down, quickly evading her and turning a corner as you wiped tears from your eyes. “Y/n!”

She finally caught up to you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from running away from her. “What’s wrong?” She asked, eyes searching yours in an attempt to make sure you were okay.

“I don’t even know how to explain it,” you choked out, unable to keep your emotions at bay.

“Could you at least try?” Robin asked softly, running a hand up and down your arm to soothe the strong emotions you were feeling.

“I…I’m-I’m just tired of-of people like Jason trying to explain the loss to me. I get it! I know what it was like; I was there!” You stammered. Robin nodded, and you knew she understood what you were going through. You were eternally grateful that you had the support system that you had; you were never alone in your struggle which was both a blessing and a curse. You wouldn’t wish your experience with the supernatural on your worst enemy, so sometimes it was difficult to stomach the fact that your closest friends had experienced it alongside you.

“What can I do?” Robin asked, wanting nothing more than to make it better.

“I just…I think I need to leave,” you cried, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. Robin nodded, leading you out the doors of school to the pay phone right outside. Fortunately, with everyone tied up at the pep rally, there wasn’t anyone to stop the two of you as you put some coins in the telephone. Your fingers hesitated as you thought about who to call, finally settling before dialing the number.

After a couple rings, a familiar voice picked up. “Hello, this is Steve from Family Video, how can I help you today?”

“Steve,” you cried out and immediately he was on high alert.

“Y/n?! What’s wrong?! Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I-I’m at school, but-but I’m just…having one of those days you know?” Steve had been your rock through processing the trauma that your experiences with the Upside Down had brought you, so he very much understood that somedays were just too much for you.

“I need to talk to Keith really quickly, but then I’m going to come and pick you up, okay? You’re not by yourself, are you?” Steve asked, concern lacing his tone.

“No, Robin’s with me.”

“Good, good, good. Can you put her on the phone, baby?” Steve sounded frantic, and if you could have seen him, his anxious behaviors would have confirmed it. There he was, standing at the counter of Family Video, not even an hour into his shift when shit had to hit the fan. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down, but knowing that you were upset was enough to keep him from being calm. There was a silence, before Robin’s voice rang out through the receiver.

“Hey.”

“How bad is she?” He cut to the chase.

“Um, I mean…you heard her,” Robin replied, speaking in vague terms so that you wouldn’t be offended by their conversation.

Steve sighed, jotting down a note on a piece of scratch paper, his version of “talking to Keith.” After he scribbled down the words, he refocused on the phone call. “Okay, Robin, here’s what you need to do. Take her to the nurse or something and find some way to get them to send her home. I don’t need her stressing about missing class unexcused, alright? You know how she is about that sort of stuff.”

“Got it. Just head out now, I should be able to get this sorted pretty quickly,” Robin confirmed, hanging up the phone and turning back to you. “Alright dingus number two, let’s get this all figured out.”

***

When Steve’s car pulled up, you felt relief flood your entire body. You wished that discussions of what happened last summer didn’t affect you as much as they did, but sometimes it all still caught you off guard.

The car halted to a stop as Steve quickly got out rushing over to you and scooping you into a tight hug. “Baby,” he whispered into your ear as you melted against him, tears soaking into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, Steve…I-I’m trying so hard, but then-then Jason started giving one of his dumbass speeches and I just lost it.”

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay; you’re okay, I’m here now, alright?” Steve pulled away and put his hands on either side of your face to get you to look at him. There was so much sincerity in his eyes that it almost made you break all over again as you thought about how lucky you were to have him. “I’m gonna take you home, alright?”

You knew he was talking about his house, so you nodded. You thanked Robin and she gave you a weak smile before waving and walking back inside. You were grateful that she had stayed with you, but you felt bad that you had prevented her from spending time with Vickie. Steve opened the passenger door for you and once he was back in his seat, he started driving away from the hell hole that was Hawkins High.

“Steve, I really don’t want you to miss your shift,” you spoke up, looking at him innocently. He could just melt right there with the way that you looked at him.

“Y/n, don’t even worry about it, seriously. I’d much rather take care of you and make sure that you’re okay than be at that stupid job.”

“But Keith already kind of hates you…like a lot. I’ve got my uniform vest in my bag, let me just pick up a shift and I’ll work with you,” you offered. Steve looked at you hesitantly, but upon noticing the way that you had calmed down in his presence, he relented.

“Fine, but you’re not going to lift a finger while we’re working, okay? You’re just gonna sit there and look pretty and I’ll take care of everything,” he replied. He desperately wished he could lean over and kiss you right now but the last time he had tried to do that while driving, you’d scolded him and he almost crashed his BMW, so he decided that it wasn’t worth the risk…he had precious cargo.

You rolled your eyes and turned up the radio, biting back a smile. When you got to Family Video, you threw on your vest quickly, before you both entered the store. Keith stood scowling at the counter, holding up Steve’s sloppily handwritten note as if it was evidence in a crime, though to him it probably was.

“Dude, not cool.”

“Keith, did you even read the fucking note? Clearly it was an emergency,” Steve spat, as he gestured to you. He was tired of Keith being a complete ass all of the time.

“Y/n? Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Keith asked, his demeanor suddenly drastically changing. Steve rolled his eyes and scoffed, knowing damn well that this dumbass had a fat crush on you.

“It’s a long story,” you sighed, “but I’m here and I’m willing to pick up an extra shift, so you can leave if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Keith spoke up, “but you better keep—“

“Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t fuck up. Yeah, yeah, I know,” you sighed and Steve threw his hands up in exasperation. What the hell did I ever do to deserve this shit?

Keith exited the store, so now it was just you and Steve. Friday mornings at Family Video were usually pretty slow given the fact that most people were at work or school, so there really wasn’t much work to do.

“So, have you gotten any more acceptance letters?” Steve spoke up and asked as he began reorganizing one of the shelves. He held his breath as he waited for your answer. Though he wanted nothing more than for you to be able to attend the school of your dreams, he was afraid of what that meant for the two of you and your relationship.

“Yeah, a couple more actually,” you smiled up at Steve. You had a lot of the same fears that he did about the potential of moving away. It was scary to think about trying to stay together through that huge of a life change. And you knew that you would miss him like crazy. But Nancy and Jonathan are making it work, so of course you guys would be able to…right?

“Have you made any decisions yet?”

“Uh, no, not yet. I’m still waiting to get a few decisions back before I make one of my own,” you spoke up, your voice a little small. You weren’t going to tell Steve, but what you were really waiting on was your decision from Purdue. It was close enough that nothing would have to change. You could still see Steve whenever you wanted. You were neglecting to mention this to him, however, because you knew he constantly felt like he was holding you back. He didn’t want you to make your decision based on him, but you couldn’t help but take that into account.

These were the most stilted and awkward conversations the two of you had. You and Steve could talk for hours about really pretty much everything, but as soon as college came up, it was like your ability to effectively communicate went out the window.

It wasn’t long before the phone rang again, and you picked it up. “Hello, thank you for calling Family Video. I’m y/n, how can I help you?” Your retail voice spilled from your lips sweetly.

“Y/n, this is Dustin…Listen, Lucas has to play in the championship game tonight and we need another player for Hellfire tonight, so could you please, please, fill in for him? Just this once?” The boy begged.

“Um, absolutely not,” your customer service voice disappeared as soon as you knew who was on the other line. Dustin had roped you into playing D&D once before, feeling bad for the kids after Mike had come down with a bad cold and couldn’t play. First of all, Dustin had said it wouldn’t take long. Secondly, it had been the most miserable fourteen hours of your life, so there was no way in hell you were about to do it again.

Dustin started complaining over the phone, continuing to beg you to join, before you decided that you didn’t get paid enough for this shit, handing the phone off to Steve, saying “it’s for you.”

“Woah, woah, woah, cool off pipsqueak,” Steve sighed into the phone.

“Steve! Sweet, okay. Dude, I am about to offer you the most kick-ass opportunity that will ever get extended your direction. I mean, I’m talking immaculate storytelling, a badass group of people, more fun than you will ever have in your life. I’m talking—“

“Cut to the chase,” Steve cut the boy off and rolled his eyes.

“Right, yeah, okay. Lucas has to play basketball and we need an extra person for D&D tonight,” Dustin sighed, sounding a bit defeated, no longer attempting to put on the persuasive charm that he had started with.

“No. Can’t. Sorry. I have a date tonight.”

“Just move your date this one time, come on!” Dustin begged. Why did the two cool older kids in his life have to be dating each other? In Dustin’s opinion it made both of you significantly less cool.

“What, to hang out with you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Uh, yeah, I’ll pass,” Steve responded. You rolled your eyes at the nickname for the poor boy in your class. He really wasn’t that bad, but you weren’t about to lecture Steve about it.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause I have another older male friend,” Dustin retorted, attempting to get under Steve’s skin.

“Ew. Ugh, whatever. Besides, you know, I really dig this girl...who knows, maybe she could be the one,” he added, smiling at you as you beamed right back at him from your perch on the countertop.

“You two are fucking disgusting,” Dustin replied, scoffing.

“No, we’re cool as fuck, dipshit,” Steve shot back. The door suddenly swung open, as a group of three girls entered the store, the bell above the door chiming to its familiar tune. “Oh, I got some customers. Call you back, bye.” Steve hung up the phone, ignoring Henderson’s protests.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you today?” You smiled at the group of girls. They were definitely from Steve’s graduating class, home on spring break already. They cast you a judgmental look before turning to Steve.

“Steve! Oh my goodness! It’s been so long since I saw you last,” one of the girls spoke up. When Steve stood staring, unsure of how to respond, her face fell a bit as she added, “it’s me…Alice.”

“Oh, right…how are…things?”

“Oh, life’s been just so peachy! It’s just, us gals need to have a little fun this spring break…you know how it is,” she laughed flirtatiously. “We were just hoping that you had a good movie recommendation for us.”

Steve looked at you and could tell that you weren’t happy with the way these girls were talking to him as if you weren’t even there, so he spoke up, wrapping an arm around you and hugging you close to him. “Yeah, actually. My girlfriend, y/n, and I went and saw Back to the Future together on our first date, and I would really recommend it. I can already tell it’s gonna be a classic, you know?”

At this, Alice frowned, glaring at you before plastering on a fake ass smile. “Aww, that’s so cute that you two are dating! It’s just so surprising, I never would have put you two together. You always seemed like you’d want to go for the more mature girls…the ones with more experience, you know? But I’m just so so happy for the two of you.”

“Yeah, we are really, really happy. Honestly haven’t met a better person than her. But thank you so much for the well wishes, Alex,” Steve responded with a smirk as he grabbed a copy of the movie from the counter. He knew exactly what he was doing, and didn’t feel a bit bad about the way the girl’s face fell as she looked between her two friends. “So, are you ready to check out your movie or what?”

“Actually, I think we’re going to make other plans for this evening,” she spat, “and it’s Alice.”

“Well, I’m sorry we couldn’t be of service to you today,” Steve narrowed his eyes as she turned around, sauntering out of the store with her two friends following closely behind. You rolled your eyes, but you were grateful that Steve at least recognized that the girls had ulterior motives.

“Thank you for that,” you chuckled awkwardly, putting the copy of the movie back on the shelf. You wished you could tell him that the girl’s words hadn’t gotten under your skin, but that would be a lie.

“She was a bitch in high school anyway. Hasn’t changed a bit…mature, my ass,” Steve grumbled, glaring at her car as they pulled away.

“So, we have a date tonight?” You spoke up, reminding Steve of what he had told Dustin. His words had been a surprise to you.

“Yeah, actually!” Steve beamed, “I was thinking we could go to the championship game for basketball tonight. You know, I just miss some of that stuff about high school sometimes, and I know that you miss seeing the kids as often, so I thought that it might be nice to see Lucas play…even if he is a bench warmer…And we’d get to see Robin! And maybe we could even help her with talking to Vickie and—“

“Steve,” you chuckled, “of course I want to go with you, so you can stop trying to sell me on it. That was very thoughtful of you.”

He moved towards you, grabbing you around the hips and pulling you into him until your hips were flush against his, “besides, I was thinking that afterwards, you could spend the night at mine, and we could…hang out some more.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had been officially dating Steve for eight months and he still was able to make you weak at the knees with only a few words. Your mind flashed back to what Alice had said, about how you were inexperienced, and you thought about the fact that you and Steve hadn’t…gone all the way. You knew that he wanted to, and at first you were holding off because, even though you knew he changed, you still sometimes worried about his history of being a player. However, now that it had been eight months and you two still hadn’t had sex, you were pretty confident he was going to stick with you. Now your insecurities centered more around the fact that you hadn’t been intimate in that way with anyone before. What if he realized that you weren’t good enough and the spark disappeared? What if he didn’t want you anymore?

“Hey, is anyone in there? Earth to y/n, what’s going on?” Steve joke as he knocked his fingers gently against the side of your head. You giggled and leaned against his chest.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” you closed your eyes. He was just so perfect and you always felt like you were seconds away from losing him. He made you feel so comfortable, which sometimes paradoxically put you on edge. You pulled away, running your fingers through his perfect head of hair as you smiled up at him.

“I love you, y/n. I really, really do,” he looked down at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

“I love you too, Steve.”

***

Steve placed a gentle hand to your back as he guided you up the bleachers, making sure that you found a spot close to the band so that you could chat with Robin. You had barely gotten to your spots when the principal took the mic, his words ringing out through the gymnasium.

“Everyone now please rise for our national anthem. Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Thompson!” The audience cheered as she walked into the gym, waving as if she was some sort of celebrity. You gaped as you and Steve looked over at Robin.

She began singing extremely off key, feedback from the microphone resonating through the gym. Steve leaned towards Robin, whispering, “told you…muppet!” You smacked him in the chest, and he looked at you in disbelief as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, she does sound like a muppet,” Robin whispered back. Vickie laughed beside her and you smiled as she replied, kickstarting a small conversation between the two of them.

Tammy finally finished her screechy, godawful rendition of the national anthem and the game started. It was a nail biter, but you weren’t on edge until a player on your team got injured and suddenly Lucas Sinclair, season long bench warmer, was on the court.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you said, staring wide eyed at the court as you lazily slapped him in the chest to get his attention. He looked at you incredulously, given the fact that he had been paying much closer attention the whole time than you were.

“Let’s go Lucas! You’ve got this buddy!” Steve yelled out. Sure, he acted like the kids were just a massive pain in his ass, which they were most of the time, but he loved them more than life itself. Watching Lucas play, Steve couldn’t really believe the coach hadn’t put him in all season.

There were three seconds left in the game, and suddenly Lucas had the ball. Hawkins was down by one point, and Lucas shot the ball. You watched with bated breath as the basketball bounced around the rim. You grabbed Steve’s wrist, as you watched with a furrowed brow. Is this what it’s like to be a sport parent?

The ball finally sank into the hoop, and you began jumping up and down as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. You turned and hugged Steve around his neck, needing somewhere to place all your anxiety-turned-adrenaline, now that the game was finally over. Even though Steve was a bit bummed that he hadn’t won a championship of his own, he was damn proud that Lucas had.

The whole basketball team surrounded Lucas, and you quickly made your way down the bleachers. After the team had celebrated and there was finally a break in the crowd, you approached Lucas, pulling him into a hug.

“Lucas, you were amazing! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, y/n!” The boy beamed. He had been bummed that Dustin and Mike bailed on him, but seeing you there was an unexpected surprise, considering he knew how much you hated basketball.

“I assume the team will be celebrating?” You asked him with a knowing look. He looked at you sheepishly, which confirmed your assumption. “Look, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but please try and make good decisions. And if you need anything at all, just call Steve, okay? He can pick you up, it down’t matter what time it is, you just call, alright?”

Lucas rolled his eyes, somewhat annoyed at your maternal tendencies, but the way you cared about him still made him feel good, so he decided he’d forgive it. “Yeah, okay, I got it. Thanks again for coming guys,” he added, shaking Steve’s hand as Steve patted him on the back to congratulate him. Lucas jogged off with the rest of the team, leaving you and Steve to head out of the gym together.

Once you got to the parking lot, you saw the Hellfire boys exit another wing of the school and you marched off towards them, ignoring Steve’s protests.

“Hey, guys…how was the campaign? I see you found someone to fill in,” you chuckled as Erica gave you a hug. Despite her sassy attitude about 80% of the time, she could be really sweet on the rare occasion.

“It was awesome, y/n!” Erica beamed as she told you.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” you smiled down at her.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the miraculous Ms. Y/n…you missed O’Donell’s quiz,” Eddie spoke up, looking at you with crossed arms.

“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling too well earlier, so I had to leave early,” you didn’t elaborate, “how’d it end up going?”

“It was pretty good. I actually don’t think I failed it this time, so thanks for the help. You know, I’m really fucking determined to graduate this go around.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad I could help,” you replied and Steve reached for your hand. You interlocked your fingers with his before you added, “well, we’d better get going…we have an early shift tomorrow, so I’ll see you suckers later.” You saluted with your free hand while Steve grumbled a goodbye and dragged you towards his car.

You got in the passenger seat and as he started it, you could tell he was a little frustrated. “What’s got your panties in a twist, huh?”

“It’s just, I didn’t know you were such good friends with Eddie,” Steve grumbled and you rolled your eyes, chuckling. He looked at you exasperated, in disbelief that you would laugh, but you just leaned in and caught his open mouthed expression in a kiss. He immediately softened at your touch, muttering an apology as you pulled away.

“Ms. O’Donell just asked me to help him with some of his physics shit since he’s dense as fuck. I promise you there is absolutely nothing going on between us…he’s just a friend.” Steve tried to shove his jealousy aside. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him. He just nodded as he drove off, brow still furrowed. You were getting worried that he wasn’t saying anything, but you were terrified of breaking the silence.

When you got to his house, he yanked your car door open, helping you out before grabbing your wrist and pulling you in his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. Normally he was pretty gentle with you, but this time he was a little rougher as he guided you to his bed. You sat down with a huff as he let go, looking at you with wild eyes.

“Steve, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong,” you spoke up beginning to tear up at the way the night was going. His expression softened a bit in surprise, but he reset it, sitting next to you and pulling you onto his lap to straddle him before placing his lips to your neck. He sucked harshly at the skin and you let out a gasp, melting at his touch.

“I’m not mad at you, baby…I could never be mad at you,” he assured you as he breathed across the expanse of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. “I just get a little jealous sometimes is all…and I want to make it abundantly clear to everyone that you are 100% all mine,” he added as he sucked on your neck again, leaving visible marks and love bites.

You breathed out a small moan that was like music to his ears as he flipped you over so that you were lying down, continuing to kiss across your neck. He began to unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt, placing gentle kisses across your collarbones and down your chest, but your hands quickly darted up to stop him. He immediately let go, looking you in the eyes, searching for what was wrong.

“Steve, I’m sorry…I-I’m just not ready,” your voice cracked as you whispered, your eyes welling up with tears again. You hated disappointing him, and you were worried that he was going to lose interest in you.

“Y/n, please don’t cry…and don’t apologize either. I don’t want to do a damn thing until you’re ready for it, okay?” He assured you while you both sat up, looking you in the eyes with so much sincerity it made you want to cry all over again.

“It’s just….I-I keep thinking about what that girl said at work earlier…she was right you know? I am inexperienced and it’s embarrassing, and I just wish that I could be less weird about all of it and—“

Steve cut you off, “woah, woah, woah! I don’t give a fuck what that girl said. And who cares that you’re inexperienced? I swear that I don’t. Besides, it just means that when you are ready, I get to make sure I really take my time and make it real special for you, okay baby?”

You smiled up at him, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled into the kiss as it deepened, before pulling away to look at you again.

“I’m the luckiest guy on the planet, you know that?” You smiled at the praise, before he leaned in to place more kisses down your neck. Life was just so perfect.

Your heart rate quickened at the thought as your breath caught in your lungs. You knew better than to trust things to stay that way…a bad feeling settled in your chest as Steve continued to kiss and nip at your tender skin.

You pushed the thought away as you took a deep breath and allowed Steve to continue kissing you. If shit was about to hit the fan, you’d be damned if you let it cut this moment short. That was a problem for another day, you decided as you melted under Steve’s gentle touch.

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princessbrunette · 9 months

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lifeguard!rafe …

that’s all i have to say

🦋.

he’d be awful skdjfjdjs he’d literally turn a blind eye to someone drowning if they had disrespected him in the past 😭

❀ꨄ︎⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ꨄ︎❀

let’s say ward completely cut him off because they had a big fight, and told him rafe needed to get a little job to support himself to prove himself worthy so ward would start supporting him financially again. he gets a day job at a public pool as a lifeguard, thinking it pretty easy work. he turns up everyday in his red swim shorts and sunglasses, grumpily sitting on his lifeguard seat blowing his whistle every 5 mins to yell at kids 🙄

“hey, hey — no running y’little shit.”

he puts in half the work necessary, not doing a whole lot of patrolling just showing up to yell from his seat and order people around — and no one’s gonna tell him to quit slacking off, because well— it’s rafe cameron and they’re honestly a little scared.

the one highlight of his day is flirting with milfs who bring their kids to the pool, suddenly switching off the grumpy-woe is me act and turning on the charm, big pearly white smile and compliments that make the women flustered and tell him he’s a ‘mischievous young man’ and sometimes even ‘you’re just like your father when he was younger, you know that?’

that is until one day, you start to show up with your younger sibling— and he instantly just is obsessed? you’re so sweet in your little pink bikini, sat on the edge with practically a mini version of you, kicking your feet in the water, all smiles as you look after them. you’re the girl next door type, the type he always wanted but never would be around to find one. he sits on his lifeguard chair twiddling his whistle in his mouth thoughtlessly, occasionally catching eyes with you and watching you shy away nervously. adorable.

your little sibling is fairly well behaved, but obviously they’re a child so occasionally they break a rule or two. he finds himself turning on the same charm he would to mindlessly flirt with milfs, but instead with genuine interest. leaning forward on his chair when you walk past to catch your attention instead of blowing the whistle and yelling.

“hey, just tell the little one to be careful running by the side of the water, a’ight? would hate to see ‘em slip. gotta be careful.” he informs you, voice softer than he was anticipating and a smile teasing at his lips. you’re instantly all doe eyes and apologetic nods, promising to keep an eye on your sibling better. “thanks, sweetheart.” he smiles before leaning back, dismissing you. you’re head over heels instantly.

ward calls him up a week on, telling him he’s heard good things about rafe at the pool and wants to welcome him back with some financial aid. rafe shrugs him off, deciding to stick around a little longer ‘til he can secure you before he welcomes you into his world.

❀ꨄ︎⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ꨄ︎❀

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another-identityofmine · 9 months

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••••••Crimson and Clover•••••

Summary: Elvis deals with insomnia and it’s hard enough as it is. When he wakes up in the middle of the night randomly, he looks over at you. In all your glory and beaut. When his thoughts linger and wander, his body can’t help but react. Instead of disturbing your beauty sleep, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Author’s note: I was supposed to write out a different thing and post it, “My Sweet Remedy,” but then I got a huge idea for this… don’t ask, what the hell does this gotta do with this song. And the title’s got nothing to do with it…don’t ask, because my answer will be too far intelligent for understanding. No actually because I cannot give you an answer, since my ass doesn’t even know.

Author ain’t go shut up yet: Also, this is my second time writing smut…so cut my ass so slack or better yet, gimme some ass cuz your girl has nothing but a flat board- This is definitely a little different than what I had in mind but enjoy anyway! Oh! And keep in mind, I’m imagining Vegas Elvis in this and this is 2nd-ish point of view!

warnings: masturbation (elvis doing this), dirty thoughts.

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Elvis lets out a soft groan, turning in the silky and red sheets of his king-sized bed and wakes up slowly. His eyes flicker up, squinting into the dark to adjust his vision. He can make out the side of where his baby darlin’, Pillow, lays. He’s called you “Pillow” since the day you both started dating, for two good reasons. The thickness of your body and the swells of every perfect curves you’ve got on that damn body of yours. And 2, because your heart was as soft as a damn feather. Uncalled for reason #3 was also because you were pretty damn ticklish and giggle.

Elvis reaches over with a grunt, stretching out his arm to switch on the light. The light switches on and he lets out a hiss as the sudden brightness shines onto you both. The light’s dim but bright enough to make out of everything. His eyes roam around the room, looking at the tv across from the bed and over to you.

His eyes can’t help but travel from your pretty little head, to your itty widdle feet that journeyed on, walking around to fulfill duties he gives you. But this night particularly, he really can’t help it. Can’t help the way his eyes watch your body, and hear your soft breaths you take every moment. You sleep so peacefully and quiet, but also deep.

Since your back is faced to him:

His eyes watch your long, thick hair splayed against the pillow your cute lil pink cheeks lay on. Your curls shine under the moonlight that peaks through the room’s curtains.

How it would be to hold and grip em while making sweet, sensual love to you.

His mind wanders, and he cant help the small smirk that comes upon his lips. His eye continue to travel lower, seeing your perfect shoulders, and down to your waist. You didn’t have an hourglass figure…or did you? The way you lay on your side, and your waist dips down, bringing your hipbones to stand curvy and mighty.

Oh, your hips.

Your love handles that he’d just love to grab while he ravishes into your sweet pussy.

Fucking hell, your pussy.

He clenched a fist and bites down hard on a knuckle, breathing in a sharp breath to keep a groan in.

Where can he start?

His eyes keep at the delicious swell of your ass. So plump and thick in all its glory. And only his imagination would have to work right now on your beautiful flower thats not far below your belly button.

Elvis can’t help the twitch in his pants. Hell, he didn’t even notice it til he finally got into his head. One of hands balling the sheets into one fist while he chews his knuckle on the other, and he only now realizes that he’s become painfully hard.

He takes his eyes off you to quickly and gruffly untie the strings of his pajama pants. When he lowers them, his eyes quickly dart back over to your ass. Oh, he’d love to just dip his tongue and press against your little pink hole that he sees whenever you arch your back. Only times he sees your second tight hole, was when he’d spank you for being a naughty girl or when he’d take you from behind. Lord, did he wanna bite your ass cheeks right now.

From all his shuffling, you start to wake up slightly. Letting out a hum and shifting onto your other side, now that’s the sight Elvis can stare at for the rest of his life.

Your soft hair that’s showered and lays almost a veil onto your calm and soft facial features. The sight of your perky and tender breasts that smoosh against eachother as you lay, and your legs crossed over the other.

He lets out a soft whimper, grabbing his cock with no hesitation. His length is stiff as stone, a pretty pink is his veiny shaft and his pretty tip that peeks under his foreskin, wags back and forth. When his thumb swipes across his tip, it already has his hips stuttering.

Seeing more than enough for his imagination to wander and work, he turns his gaze to his throbbing cock. His right tan hand bobs up and down on the poor “little” fellow in rhythm with his breathing. Elvis closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep his breathing steady.

How it would be to just fuck you senseless. Your tight hole swallowing him deep. Your- oh and then to have your pretty little ass hole hug his long fingers snug and perfectly.

He lets out a soft gasp, speeding up his hand on his cock. Precum dribbles from his pretty cock and he uses that as a lubricant. He bucks his hips into his fist, until his balls slap and bounce slightly to his pinky knuckle and back.

His mind continues to come up with ideas of what he would do to you once you both wake up in the morning. Then, he glances and turns his head back to see your face. Your pretty plush and plump lips, your long dark lashes that tickle and rest against your upper cheeks and again, the hair that smells as rose and strawberry cupcakes.

His fist tightens around his cock and he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care if he wakes you up. Or even the damn neighbors. Not even if his mama or daddy can hear from next door. His tip off loads and drops more glistening and shiny arousal, and he twitches harshly in his hand.

How it would be to cum on that pretty little face of yours. To have your lips and fluttering, innocent and doe eyes that your long dark lashes shelter be coated with layers of his hot cum.

That does it for him, he lets out a high-pitched moan, taking both fists to squeeze both his shaft and his thumb to press firmly against his wet and sticky, hard tip. And his other hand to cup and squeeze his ballsacks.

He lets out a Yelp from how harsh he’s being to his own body, but his lower belly heaves and gets covered by his thick, warm ropes of white nectar. His hips stutter against the bed and he finally leans back.

He can already hear the stomping of his parents, and the groaning of you about to wake up…

How the hell was he supposed to explain this, anyway? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Hope you enjoyed! And May I add, I didn’t proofread this shit🫣

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satosugusandwich · 9 months

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🩵 Tease 🩵

Currently thinking about how gojo is the type of guy to make you say what you want even when he knows what you want. He’s aware you might be a little shy so at first he cuts you some slack.

NSFW ahead :) gojoxfem!reader… begging, teasing, lil humiliation, gojo loves to finger you teehee

So when he first asks you out…

“You know you’ve been around me a lot recently… do you got something to say?” He’d cheekily ask, his eyes guarded behind his blindfold so you cant even tell what he’s thinking.

“What do you mean?” You respond, doing your best to not look caught off guard.

“Come onnnn… you know what I mean.” It really does take everything in him to not tease you further. “You wanna go out with me?” The words will slide out like honey, his cocky ass already knowing the answer.

But then some time will pass and you’ll have gone out a few times and he’ll do it again.

“Are you just gonna sit there? You’ve licked your lips at least twice now, pretty.” This time, he’d be in sunglasses that are tinted enough just so you can see his eyes watching you. “Now you can’t stop staring at me.” His pearly teeth would start to poke out as he grins at your expression.

“Do I have to say it, Satoru?” You respond, quickly looking away.

He leans in just enough to make you turn your head back toward him. “Say what?” He’s blushing now, so at least he’s a little bit nervous too.

You try to hide your timidity behind giggling but he instead takes it as a I like when you tease me.

“Pretty please, you gotta tell me.” He softly begs, his hot breath already touching your lips.

You cave and tell him. “I want you to kiss me.”

“There we go.” He’d kiss you softly, as if to apologize for his humiliating teasing against you, but once he feels you wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he decides maybe he can be a bit rougher.

But really, when it all comes together is when he’s got you on your back, whining and whimpering wordlessly as he teases your pretty hole with his fingers. He’s learned to be kinder now that he’s grown up which is why he didn’t force you to tell him that he wanted to fuck, in fact he initiated at first, but now that you’re nearing the climax of your night together…

“Ahh… ah!” You whine as he toys with your clit, gently rolling it around under his thumb as his other fingers probe at your g-spot. “Satoru…” You say his name so beautifully that he doesn’t even need to hear any praise from your tongue, all he has to hear is how desperately you say his name.

“Keep saying my name, princess.” He doesn’t let up, watching closely as you fall apart under his touch.

“Satoruuu!” You’re whining so delightfully that he’s grinning ear to ear while your hips buck relentlessly, wanting to be filled by something else.

“Aw, is it too much?” He teases.

“I—! No, I can take more.” You tell him, too excited to waste time on being embarrassed.

“Ahhh, I get it now.” He withdraws his fingers and looks at you.

You wait to see what he does next but you don’t even have to ask what he’s waiting for, judging by how he’s grinning down at you. “Please.” You mutter.

“Please what?” He licks his lips.

“Satoru, please fuck me.” You ask him quietly, as if you didn’t want him to hear.

He cocks his head to the side and makes a dramatic show of putting his hand to his ear. “Didn’t quite catch that… wanna ask me again?”

What you wanna do is kick him in his aroused dick but then that would ruin the fun. “Satoru.” You say his name more firmly and catch his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. “Could you please fuck me.” As the words leave your body, it gets twice as hot (your body and the situation).

“You want me to fuck you?” He rubs his tip against your clit as he rests your legs on his shoulders. “Come on, is that right?”

Your breathing is rapid. “Yes. Please.”

“With my cock?” He pushes again.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Satoru.”

“I’m not going inside until you tell me what you want properly, pretty girl.”

Good thing he’s not inside you or else he’d feel how much you’d clench around him each time he teases you like this. “Satoru, please fuck me—fuck my pussy with your cock.”

He keeps his shit-eating grin on his face while he presses the tip into your entrance. “Oh, with pleasure. All you had to do was ask.”

Sure enough, Satoru from that moment out was wholly determined to make you beg for him a little more each time especially watching how you cry out for him over and over. Can he make you beg for him to cum inside you in that pretty whiny voice as his cock goes in and out in and out over and over again? Could he make you beg to fucked over and over? What all would you beg from him?

But really, what’s gonna happen when you get confident enough to make him beg?

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squerlly · 6 months

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flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor.

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..."

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 10 months

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A/N ::: There are a couple of people who are wholly responsible for me going off the rails like this. Thank you … I think you know who you are. I’ve NEVER dabbled in anything like this. Daydreaming or writing. So this is all very new territory to me. Cut me some slack. I know very little about this dynamic. This might be the beginning of something, it might be the last time I ever write about anything like this. I don’t know. I will list the C/W as thoroughly as I can.

TW ::: Piss stuff and a sexual relationship between DD's/lg. If that bothers you, kindly back away slowly.

C/W ::: F!reader (adult, 30’s), DD’s(2)/lg, yes, 2 daddies, separate sleeping quarters for DD’s and lg, piss denial (is that a thing?), Daddy Ei = Daddy Eijiro, Sir = Katsuki, very very slight age play/age regression (like, very little), pet names, sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl, baby girl, sweets, angel, sweet little, sweet little girl, oral F!->M & swallowing, slight exchange of precum from kiss, unprotected P->V, more F!->M oral, hair pulling, cuddling/aftercare. I think that covers it all. If I missed anything that you think is important, let’s talk. I’ll see what I can do.

WC ::: Just under 2500.

You woke up in your bed across the hall from your daddy's room. It was curious how you ended up there because you distinctly remember falling asleep in their bed, between the 2 huge men. The sky cast a gray gloom throughout the space. But that didn't dull the cute and bright decorations they had put up all around on the walls for you.

There were no noises coming from anywhere else in the house. Did they know you were awake? Were they awake? "Daddy Ei? Sir? I have to go potty. Can someone come get me please?" You used your words. Politely. Just like they had both drilled into your little brain so many times before. Sometimes gently, sometimes more rough. But you knew it all came from a place of love.

Eijiro disentangled himself from Katsuki's arms. "Our sweet girl is up. You want me to take care of her?" He whispered into Kats' ear after he kissed his cheek a couple of times to rouse him from his sleep. "Stay. You had a late night, I'll get up and get her." Eijiro tossed the blankets off of his warm, naked body and padded across the cold hardwood floor. Your room was across the hall from theirs. They liked it that way so they could easily hear you if you needed them for anything.

"Daddy Ei, Sir!? I - I gotta -" Eijiro peeked his head through the door and into your room. Your face lit up when you saw his wild red hair and the soft smile that graced his sweet face.

"I'm here, I'm here, sweet little girl. What do you need, now? Tell daddy what you need, baby." His half-hard cock bobbed side to side with each step he took toward you. He was tying his mane of hair back with a band. And his arms stretching up like that only accentuated the muscles of his arms and torso. You couldn't help but stare at him. A little string of drool that had been pooling in the corner of your mouth slipped past your freshly wetted lips.

"Daddy." You stood at the edge of your bed and raised up your arms to him. He bent over and wrapped his long limbs around your waist and hoisted you up so your legs wrapped around him. His cock was harder now than when he walked in and you could feel it brushing against your ass.

"Good morning, sweet little. Did you have good dreams last night? Where's my morning kiss, hm?" You wiggled in his arms, excited by the invitation to kiss him. "What's got you so excited this morning, huh? Were you lonely last night? Poor baby. Maybe tonight Sir will say it's ok for you to sleep in bed with us?" You nodded furiously at the prospect of getting to spend the night with both of them.

"Gotta pee, daddy. Pee with me?" Eijiro kissed your forehead and carried you through the hall to him and Kats' room. You slid down the front of his body to the floor. Your pussy brushed over his abdomen and it made you shiver with pleasure. "But ... gotta pee."

"You're so sensitive this morning, baby girl. D'ya think you can wait to go potty? Here. Down ya go, onto the bed." You stood there while he pulled your panties down. "Oohh, your panties are even wet. Do you need your daddies? Hm, right after you wake up you need your daddies to make you feel good? Come on, lay down. Be my good girl. Let’s see if we can’t all make each other feel good, yeah?” His voice was so soft against your ear. It made you melt right down where he laid you.

Eijiro stood at the edge of the bed, presenting himself like it was Christmas morning. You wrapped your hands around it, bringing his cock to your mouth and you looked up at him while slowly sucking on the dark pink tip like it was your favorite pacifier. "That's my good girl. Fuck, that's right, baby. Suck that cock like you need the milk. Uh-huh, yesss baby girl. Good girl, good girl." Eijiro played with his balls while you swirled your hands around the base of his dick and rolled your eyes back into your skull as your cheeks hollowed out around him.

Eijiro follows your mouth as you move to the middle of the bed and lay down next to Katsuki. He's awake but his eyes are closed. "Oi, what's this shit I hear about her being "my good girl"? 'S too damn early in the morning for that kinda talk. She's our good girl. Don't make me tell you again or there'll be consequences." Katsuki rolled over beside you as you continued working your lips around Eijiro. He took your chin in his hands and pulled you off of his cock with a pop. He kissed your slobbery, precum covered lips. "Good morning, sweets. Are you making daddy Ei feel good?"

You nodded, "Mm-hm. I wanted to help him, too. Do ..." Your voice and eyes trailed off from Katsuki. Feeling too shy to even ask him what you wanted. Katsuki laughed and took your hand and placed it over his heart.

"Ya wanna ask me something, sweetheart? You started to say something but stopped." Ever the observant man, he read you like a book.

"I - I wanted to know if you wanted to feel good, too, Sir." He smiled down at you. "You are such a good girl. Asking if I want to feel good, too. Yes. Of course I do. I love it when you make me feel good. Do you want to be in here, just you and me? Or do you want daddy Ei here, too?" You squealed with joy and put your arms up. Katsuki lifted your nightgown from your head slowly and gently. It made you feel so safe and loved when he was like this with you.

You moved up onto his lap. Your clothes discarded and his arms wide open, you climbed up onto his large legs, straddling his lap. "Like this, Sir?"

He hummed in approval. "Mmm-hmm. Just like that, angel." He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to guide you over the growing bulge in his boxers. "Want to see what daddy has for you, baby?" You nodded, drooling all over yourself and the thought of what he was about to show you.

Katsuki pulled his boxers down to reveal his throbbing cock. It stood up straight and proud, ready for your attention. "Go ahead, baby. Touch it." You slid your hands up his chest and down his arms and around to his waist before grabbing his dick. Tucking your chin shyly, you looked up at him and blushed. "You like it? You like Sirs hard cock, baby girl?" He asked.

You nodded. "Mm-hm. It's so pretty, Sir. May I?" Your lips pouted and your eyes pleaded with him. "Yes, baby. Go ahead and suck it." You slid down his body on your knees and leaned over, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and sliding down as far as you could.

"Oh, fuuuck, baby girl. Just like that. Sssuch - fuck, such a good girl for me." He said, not thinking that he had chewed Eijiro out for saying something similar not too long ago. It just felt too good with your hot, wet mouth around him for him to have any actual thoughts other than blowing his load in your sweet little mouth.

"Mmmm, Sir, can I suck you until you cum in my mouth, please? Pretty pleeease? I want to make you feel good." He growled at your words, feeling himself already getting closer and closer to cumming.

That was until Eijiro spoke up. He was so quiet that you both forgot he was in there. "What was that you were saying about her being our girl? Not 5 minutes ago, Katsuki. Tsk tsk tsk. And here you are, doing the same thing. Without an ounce of shame."

Katsuki smoothed your hair down on the back of your head and gave you a little extra push further down his shaft. "Shut up, dumbass." He huffed through his nose. "Yeah yeah yeah. Ok. Whatever. You wanna join us, idiot?"

Eijiro nodded slightly as he palmed his cock through his robe. "Wouldn't want to let our baby down, so yeah. I'll play."

"She's not ready to handle both of us just yet. We can't do that right now. She's not ready for that." Katsuki said, matter-of-factly. "But she can suck me off while you fuck her from behind." Eijiro grinned, taking his robe off and revealing his own, equally thick cock.

"Good idea. Go ahead and get up on your hands and knees for Daddy Ei and me, sweetheart." You obeyed, scooting off of Kats' legs back onto the bed on all fours. Smiling up at them both, you shook your ass at Eijiro and opened your mouth for Katsuki to pick up where you left him.

"You want me to take this sweet little pussy from behind, baby?" Eijiro said as he slid his cock along your dripping wet slit. He spread your lips with his fingers and ran his thumb over your clit, causing you to moan and push your ass back into him. "So wet already, so so wet, fuck. What a good girl." He saw your pussy clench around the tip of his finger as he praised you.

"Daddy Ei, still gotta pee, though." They looked at each other and laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah, we know, angel. Just do the best you can for us, ok?" You whined and began to protest but Katsuki filled your mouth before you could say anything else about it.

"Oohh-hohh, that's it, baby. Good girl. Takin’ me so deep right away. Fuck yes, baby." You moaned again as your nose brushed against Katsuki's wiry tufts of hair. You loved it when they praised you. You knew you were a good girl for them, but it felt so good to hear them say it.

Katsuki's hips started to buck as he got closer and closer to cumming in your mouth. You felt your own orgasm building up from the back as Eijiro rubbed your clit and fucked you. He grabbed your hair and pulled back so your head was up, your throat was stretched, and your mouth was open wide for Katsuki to finish.

"Fuuuck, baby girl, gonna - cuh, g- gonna - fuuuuck!" He cried out, pumping his hips faster and faster into your mouth as his seed shot out of him. He watched you swallow it all down and he pulled his cock out, dripping with your spit and his cum.

He kissed the top of your head and moved to the side, letting Eijiro get closer. "You ready, sweetheart? Want me to fuck this pretty little pussy until you cum all over my cock?" Eijiro said, rubbing your clit faster and faster.

You whined out loud. "Yes, daddy Ei. Please, please fuck me! Fill me up with your milk, daddy!"

Katsuki sat beside you and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears that had pooled in the corners of your eyes from sucking him off. "That's my good girl. So fucking pretty like this." He whispered into your ear. "Now, be a good girl and cum for daddy Ei, ok?" You nodded as he continued to whisper in your ear. "Good girl. Cum all over his cock, yeah? Can you do that for us, baby? We want you to feel good, too.”

Eijiro thrust harder and faster into you, feeling his own orgasm building up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you up, still on your hands and knees, but with him on his knees behind you. He pushed himself all the way into you and you both cried out with pleasure.

"Nnghh, gotta pee, daddyyy Eiii, still gotta peeee!"

"Go ahead, sweetheart. You're so good for us. Just let go. Let it all out." Katsuki said, still whispering in your ear. He reached down and began to rub your clit and kiss your neck as Eijiro continued to pump his hips into you and press on your bladder.

"Gonna, gonna p- OHHHH, FUCK! C- CUH- I'M CUMMING!!!" You screamed as your orgasm rocked through your body. Leaving you a shaking, soaked mess. The blankets beneath you were drenched, as well. "Oh no, sorry, Daddy Ei, sorry Sir. I - you said to, though." This was the first time they let you do that in bed.

Katsuki and Eijiro held onto you tight, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure with them. Eijiro groaned and came, filling you with his sticky cum.

You collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat, piss and cum. Katsuki pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms around you. Eijiro curled up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"We love you, baby girl. You're so good for us. Such a good girl." He kissed the back of your neck and stroked your hair. "Let's get you cleaned up. We've got a lot of work to do today, so let's get you nice and clean. Then we'll make you a big breakfast, ok?" You nodded and snuggled up against him, feeling safe and loved.

"I love you, too, Sir and daddy Ei. I'm sorry for the mess, though."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It's ok. We'll take care of it." Eijiro kissed your shoulder and smiled. "You just relax. We'll handle the rest." You nodded again and closed your eyes. Feeling content and happy, you drifted off to sleep for just a little while longer in their arms.

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