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bonbonly · 4 months ago

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐨𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: as the photographer for the 2025 f1 shoot, it's hard to keep your hands off even behind closed doors... 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smuttt, this is quite literally porn with no plot, p in v, anal sex, blowjobs, handjobs, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds? does that count as a warning? slapping, overstimulation, edging, tied up, rough sex, spitroasting (male), hair pulling 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): dom!carlos sainz x switch!max verstappen x sub!charles leclerc x sub!reader (charlos/lestappen/versainz/foursome) 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i've actually never written driver x driver before so im really sorry if this isn't good, i want to give a shoutout to my 🐱 anon they are doing the lord's work!!!!

"shoot starts in 2 minutes!" you cried out, hands cupped around your mouth at the drivers that lurked just outside the set. your colleagues had spent the past few minutes arranging all the crucial pieces for the drivers to stand on and some of them were grumbling already at how bland it looked, but you smiled with a small shrug, "it looks quite nice."

one by one, the drivers had shuffled onto the set and with your assistant, you guided them to stand where you wanted them to. your hand extended out as you pushed your fingers to the side in the air, urging fernando to move closer to pierre. you pursed your lips, crossing your arms as you thought about the placement of the drivers. some of them were missing, too busy chattering in the background as they caught up with each other, reminiscing old teams or merely discussing the excitement the new season would bring. you glanced over your shoulder to find a blue helmet with a spanish flag across sitting forlornly on a black box, cast aside at the moment.

"who placed that there?" you asked, pointing to the item for your assistant who merely shrugged in response,

"didn't get a chance to look at the number, maybe just place it on the set for now and someone will come looking for it," she responded and you sighed, moving over to grab the helmet when a pair of hairy hands quickly snatched it from your grasps. your eyes darted to the figure in front of you, taking note of those big, brown eyes that were currently narrowed at you, an unamused expression clouding his handsome features.

"that's mine," carlos scoffed, "i leave to get coffee for 5 minutes and someone wants to steal my helmet."

"n-no, that wasn't my intention sir," you blurted out, hands stretched outwards in defense, "i just saw it sitting there and i was gonna move it to the... well, it doesn't matter now since... you have it."

carlos' eyes raked over your body, taking note of the way the button-up shirt you wore clung to the curves of your body, a bit too tight for your own good. he smacked his lips, nodding his head for a split second before taking a long stride off towards the set where the rest of the grid was gravitating towards.

great. first impressions were already going just great. you peered over to see the way his hands clung onto the helmet, the hair on the back of his hands slowly fading as they reached his knuckles, tangled above sculpted veins that became more prominent as his fingers dragged along the stripes of the spanish flag. you shook your head, smacking your forehead. get a grip, you were here to do a professional photoshoot, not drool over a driver's hands! returning back to your job, you gave directions from behind the camera for where the drivers should stand and what pose they should be doing. however, you forgot that despite being very well coordinated on track, most of these guys had zero coordination following basic instructions.

with a groan, you stalked over to where they all stood, clapping your hands to grab their attention before walking them through where each of them should stand, and how to pose. while you were busy chastising esteban ocon for nearly tumbling onto lewis hamilton, you were unaware that you had caught the attention of the latter's teammate, charles leclerc. charles had sat down in a corner, waiting for your instructions when the time would arise and the entire time, he was enraptured by the way you were ordering the other drivers around, almost mocking them for their inability to follow simple directions. you rolled your eyes, hopping onto the floor when carlos had sauntered back onto the set after excusing himself for a while.

"well look who decided to show up again," you snapped, glancing at your watch, "already making us late."

you didn't notice the way carlos raised his eyebrow at you, his lips forming into a thin line at the way you were demeaning him in front of the other drivers. you grabbed onto his arm, dragging him towards the center before running your hands down the front of his race suit, smoothing the fabric down, "the new director and still can't show up on time?"

"watch it, nena," carlos growled, lowly, "it'll only take me a few seconds to get you on your knees and shut you up with my cock."

your hands hovered over his chest for a second, noticing the way he smirked at the initial shock before it transformed into a curious form of hunger, as you snickered, "i'd like to see you try."

carlos' smirk widened into a grin as you walked back to the camera, grabbing your assistant to talk about the lighting. with your back turned to the men, carlos turned to his side to find max toying with his helmet, clearly uninterested at the moment. the dutchman ran a hand over his face, smiling lazily at carlos,

"what's with the grin? can't be because you're in williams right?" he joked,

"big talk coming from the guy who used to beg for my cock before promotional vids back in toro rosso," the spanish man snorted and max couldn't help but smile once more, laughing.

"i'm a changed man, i've got finer tastes," max began, glancing over to charles, "a taste we both happen to share."

charles remained oblivious at the way their conversation turned to him. he was too busy watching the way your jeans hugged your ass perfectly, the shirt you wore clinched around your tits that struggled to fit behind those buttons. he toyed with the rings on his fingers, slipping them in and out as he imagined his aching cock sliding in and out of your pretty cunt, he knew it would be perfect, knew that his name falling from your lips like an orchestra would be exactly what he needed to drown himself after what cacophony ferrari would produce.

however his thoughts were cut short when max's fingers snapped in front of his face.

"eyes on us or on the floor," max hissed, tugging at charles' ear sharply as the latter winced in pain. he smacked max's hand away, soothing the pain that flourished on the side of his head as carlos leaned forward to get a good view of his former teammte.

"someone's getting bolder now that i'm not there," carlos sneered, "surely you're not that foolish to think that just a difference in teams will leave you unscathed, right?"

charles frowned at the both of them, taking note of their mocking smiles. he hated being bottom, hated always having to be manhandled. he was the golden boy of ferrari, he was supposed to be treated like royalty, but time and time again he found himself stuck between these two like some common prostitute that was working overtime. he pouted, glancing to the floor as he remembered max's win in austria years ago, leaving him hopeless in p2. he remembered arguing with max on the plane ride, yelling and screaming in frustration at how max turned in and wrongfully shoved him off track. only to then find himself shoved face down onto the plane ground, pants torn off of him as max's fingers carefully wrapped around the ferrari's drivers shaft, thumb flicking over his tip as he mewled out loud, inadvertently bucking his hips. he was desperate to get some relief after such a frustrating race, but little did he know that it was just the start. especially in the 2022 season, where charles found himself on his knees whenever max had won yet another race.

"i don't have all day you know," max would laugh, slapping his cock against charles' pouting lips, "get to work."

and it was no different with carlos. he had spent most of his early time in ferrari yearning for sebastian vettel's validation and approval, trying to be the perfect good boy that he was known for, the new talent that outshined everyone. when carlos had joined the team, charles had foolishly assumed he would be the bigger and better teammate, only to realize that carlos was anything but what he was in front of the cameras. it started off as small gestures, holding his waist if he was squeezing by to examine his car. gently teasing him, or messing up his hair with a laugh. and then it became carlos dragging his eyes over his body, always spending a second too long staring at his crotch or his ass. biting his lip on purpose when charles would walk over to him, and most importantly, always pressing the outline of his thick cock against charles' ass.

the first time it had happened, it was after a promotional interview between the two before carlos' first year at ferrari ended and charles was tugged into the former's driver room, a wicked grin on the spaniard's face as he gently pressed charles up against the wall,

"spent a whole year thinking about that tight ass, i think i deserve it no? a celebratory gift?" carlos smirked, flipping charles so that his back faced him before getting onto his knees and jerked those skinny jeans off, his plump lips dragging over each ass cheek before spreading them apart and spitting onto his ring of muscle, tongue swirling around before pushing through, savoring his taste. charles' hands slammed against the wall, a soft moan falling from his lips as carlos continued to plunge his tongue deeper, one of his big hands circling around his waist to take charles' cock and giving his shaft a few pumps. charles' whimpers and pleas were music to carlos' ears, and he finally understood what max had meant when he told him to enjoy every second at ferrari.

but that was a few years ago, and charles was growing tired at having to be the one that endured their torment. he shuddered as he remembered what happened after the las vegas race in the last season, how carlos had spent the whole night refusing to let him cum until tears streamed down his face, apologizing again and again and even through it all, he was left to be tied up in his room till the next day, his cock weeping for mercy. he definitely learned his lesson after that. his eyes briefly met with carlos, taking note of the williams race suit and how it fit his body well. he frowned shortly after when you once again emerged, placing your hands on carlos' waist and guiding him towards you before adjusting his arms to a certain pose. your hands brushed against his own, and charles scowled.

how could you possibly dare and touch what was his? he craned his neck to see carlos' flirtatious smile and he seethed, wishing he had the opportunity to slam you to the ground and pound his cock into your ass, wanting to hear your whimpers and please. wanting to see you become what he was grown accustomed to because of max and carlos. max had sat back, bouncing his leg as he watched you walk over to him.

"4 time world champion? you aiming for 5th?" you smiled, grabbing the helmet from his hands and placing it besides him.

"i don't really care about championships, it would be nice but it isn't my sole focus," max chuckled, biting his lip when he saw you sink to your knees, pushing his knees apart gently, "woah now. you're playing a dangerous game, carlos might let it slide but i won't."

you winked at him, "i wouldn't have it any other way. trust me, i'm just doing my job!" but as you stood up, hands hovering over his clothed crotch, max had quickly caught onto your arm,

"you almost slipped, careful schatje, can't imagine your face pressed up against the floor, can you?" he licked his lips, eyes never leaving yours. you knew this was overstepping countless boundaries, having riled up two of the drivers on the current grid, but you figured nothing would really happen. besides, you needed something fun to keep you going for the shoot. as the lighting was being fixed in the background, you had finally approached the last driver: charles leclerc.

you could tell by the way he was looking at you that he wasn't technically amused by your presence, and the snarky attitude that he was giving you at the moment was starting to piss you off more and more. so in a twisted way of revenge, you gave him the outlandish pose that made him stand out from everybody else. one leg bent up on the bench he sat on, the other on the ground with his elbow on his knee. as you leaned forward to readjust his legs, he leaned forward and inhaled your scent as a soft groan escaped his lips. your hands pushed his leg apart farther from the other which earned a sharp whistle from carlos who was making sure charles kept his hands to himself. charles glared at him in response, the urge to finally prove that he wasn't just some toy to be tossed around. he had the capabilities to prove himself to the two men that were making crude jokes at him, fueling the red blush that painted his cheeks.

"comfortable?" you asked charles, brushing off his shoulders as his glare hardened on you,

"barely, but i suppose you'll feel this soon," he snarled and you were taken aback by his comment, but before you could respond carlos had snapped his fingers,

"oi! watch how you talk to her, cabrón," and charles muttered a few curses under his breath, adjusting the collar of his suit. he needed to have his hands on you, groping and squeezing your flesh, slapping your face as his cock drove into every hole you had to offer.

unfortunately, he wasn't the only one that shared this desire.

when the photos were taken, you clapped your hands with a smile, "thank you, drivers of the 2025 season! you guys did good!" and turned to your assistant, "give yourself a 10 minute break, I know I will. we'll come back and pack everything up later."

you exited the set, stretching your arms as you headed out to the paddock for a small walk before a hand came out to twist your ear, dragging you backwards. you turned your head while letting out a small yelp and found yourself facing carlos.

"where are you going, hermosa?" he asked, and you looked at your surroundings to find the paddock empty at the moment,

"just going for a small walk, trying to give my mind a break," you responded. carlos let out a laugh, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side as he guided you towards somewhere unknown.

"your mind a break? you're funny, you know that?" he chortled, "very funny indeed. you think we'd let you go after the way you were feeling us during the shoot? think again, use that brain of yours. unless you're just a dumb fucking puta who's too busy chasing the cocks of her clients."

your jaw dropped at his words, absolutely stunned as he shoved you into his driver's room not far from where you originally were. you hit the ground, the icy cold texture of the tiles anything but comforting as you glanced over your shoulder to find max and carlos towering above you.

"didn't think you guys were this desperate," you teased as you propped yourself on your elbows, trying to ease the palpable tension in the room but your soft laughs quickly died down as carlos' shoe slotted itself between your thighs, the tip of his shoe rubbing harshly against your clothed cunt. your breath hitched, staring up at him with wide eyes as you felt the tip dig deeper, a sharp edge to it as he continued to maneuver it around in biting circles. max in the meantime, crouched down to your level and grabbed at the collar of your shirt, yanking it down as the buttons scatted around you, exposing your tits to their hungry gazes.

"no bra? she's more of a slut than charles is," he laughed, looking up at carlos who was too enraptured at the way your hips were already bucking up against his shoe. max's hands groped your tits, pinching your hardening nipples harshly before slapping them, relishing your mewls. the door to the carlos' room had swung open around this time to reveal charles who was panting heavily, clearly having spent the past few minutes running around desperately to find them both. his eyes landed on your sprawled out form, and they instantly darkened as he took a step forward.

"nuh uh," carlos stuck a hand out, blocking charles' path, "the fuck you think you're doing?"

"j-joining in?" charles frowned, glancing at the two other drivers, "look at her, she deserves to be put in her place for being so desperate for our cocks."

"not like she's any different from you, charles," max snickered, stepping over your body to grab onto charles' chin, "what's with the fucking attitude you've been having all morning? you forgotten who you belong to?"

"w-what?" charles scoffed, his face already burning with humiliation at the idea of being a sub once more, especially in front of you. he refused to be manhandled again, his mind already racing with thoughts on using your body and letting all his frustration onto you so that you would never know how instantly he'd crumble as soon as someone had their lips wrapped around his cock, or his ass stuffed with someone's cum. "i don't belong to anyone, what the hell are you talking about?"

the room fell silent almost immediately, save for charles' heavy breathing. max's grip only tightened on charles' chin, forcing the latter to beat against the unyielding fingers that seemed to determined to shatter his jaw. max glanced to carlos,

"our little slut forgot his place, can you believe that?"

you frowned, finding this whole interaction foreign as you never really thought the drivers would be arguing over who belong to who. in the back of your mind, you always sort of thought they must be fucking each other, but seeing it play out in front of you was a surreal experience. you slowly pulled your torn short together to cover your tits, rising to your feet as you took a step backwards.

"well, this has been fun and all but... clearly i'm interrupting something," you whispered, tip-toeing to the door. carlos rolled his eyes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragged you onto your knees before charles,

"he's acting up because his cock's aching for her," carlos spat, shoving your face onto charles' crotch which elicited a choked gasp as his eyes flickered to the spaniard. carlos roughly shook your head once more, slamming your head back onto charles' suit, "he's clearly asking for it, go on take his cock out."

charles gasped as your face was forced against his now rock-hard bulge, his hips bucking involuntarily. This was so humiliating, he wanted to be the one in charge, not carlos or max. But as he stared at your hooded eyes, the way you were biting your lip, his knees buckled and he shoved max's hand away, unzipping his race suit and bringing his cock out. max's fingers curled around his shaft, hand sliding down and up as his tip leaked for you. you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, easing yourself onto his cock but carlos' patience was running thin. he scoffed, glancing to the side for a second before grabbing your hair and yanking your head forward, slamming charles' cock past your lips and deep into your throat. your gags flooded the room as charles' whined out loud, throwing his head back against the wall.

max grabbed hold of charles' throat, using his forefinger to redirect his face towards him, "don't waste this fucking opportunity, you might never get it again. fuck her throat."

charles' clenched his jaw, shoving carlos' grip on your hair away before both his hands settled on the back of your head, pushing you further until your nose touched his pubic bone as he began to thrust into your throat with wild abandon, not caring about the way you were struggling to breathe, overwhelmed with intense pace. carlos palmed his dick through his race suit, watching in surprise at how charles seemed to vent out his frustrations through you, almost as if it was a desperate plea to max and carlos to let him finally have the chance to fuck them instead of the other way around. he let out a soft moan, his cock twitching in your throat.

"putain, je suis si proche," he whispered, feeling himself teetering on the edge before max grabbed your hair and shoved you to the ground, leaving charles' cock twitching as he cried out loud and bucked his hips helplessly into the empty space which you once occupied, feeling a part of his soul be ripped out as he realized what just happened, "fuck! no!"

"you really think you could cum after the shit you just said, puto?" carlos scoffed, reaching out on his shelf to grab a belt, folding it in half before letting it drag down charles' heaving chest. max had stripped himself of his clothes, stalking towards you before hauling you onto the couch in the corner of the room. with your back pressed against his chest, he pulled away at your clothes before spitting onto his fingers, toying with his saliva before letting it trail down your pussy that was already clenching at nothing. charles glanced at the sight of your bare cunt, groaning slightly as his cock was shaking with the urge to bury itself inside you, but instead he found his face pressed against the wall as carlos trailed the belt down the cleft of his ass. charles' face burned with humiliation, hating that you were now the audience to his punishment. a firm crack of the belt against his ass made him moan out loud, his ass involuntarily jutting out into the air.

seeing charles being used like this for some reason made you more aroused. you sort of wished that had you had full creative control, you could've placed him in whatever position he was in at the moment, the camera capturing him as nothing more than a desperate slut begging to have the attitude fucked out of him properly. carlos continued to smack his ass with the belt, the harsh cracks echoing in the room followed by a desperate cry from charles. in the meantime, max slapped at your folds, whispering how much he loved the way you jerked in his arms.

"should've met you sooner," max cooed, nipping at your earlobe, "I feel like you'd take my cock perfectly, won't you?"

his fingers shoved deep inside your pussy without warning, your head thrown back onto his shoulder as he continued to plunge them inside your gummy walls, smirking to carlos who had peered over his shoulder in annoyance at the way your moans were growing louder and louder. it didn't help that max's fingers were scissoring you, curling and hitting just where you needed him to. carlos turned his attention back to charles, licking his thumb before circling his sphincter, enjoying the way the man above was whimpering, "carlos, please... please," charles whispered, face scrunched up in yearning as carlos pushed his thumb past the ring of muscle, prodding his insides. but upon hearing your loud moans, absolutely lost in pleasure as max's cock nestled inside your walls, carlos' annoyance was growing by the second. instead, he grabbed the belt off the ground, standing up and wrapping it around charles' neck and firmly securing it before wrapping the leather around his fist and dragging him to sit besides a table as he tied him to a leg on the table. charles kicked and thrashed, trying to fight back but was only met with a harsh resounding slap against his face, his eyes tearing up.

"cierra la puta boca," carlos snapped, before immediately walking over to where you were bouncing on max's cock, shoving his fingers deep down your throat to silence your moans. your eyes flew open, carlos' fingers curling in your throat as you gagged, your drool seeping through the corners of your mouth as you stared at him with wide eyes, almost pleading at him to slow down a bit. instead, he tore you off of max's cock, shoving you to the ground as he spread your legs and slid his cock along your folds, watching you buck your hips trying to chase after his throbbing member. charles tried to claw at the belt around his neck, his hand inching towards his unsatisfied cock but before he could bring himself the release he craved, max quickly caught hold of it and brought it to his own cock.

"come on schatje," max huffed out, a bit out of breath, "maybe if you can make me cum, i'll consider letting you."

and so as charles began to pump max's cock with renewed fervor at the promise of being able to cum, he let his lips wrap around his on track rival's cock, letting him use his throat to his liking. max's hands gripped the strands of charles' hair, driving his cock deeper and letting his balls slap against his chin as he threw his head back, "fuck, charles, fuck why are you even a driver? you're so much better being my cocksleeve."

carlos' cock was relentless as he fucked you, his hairy arms grabbing your thighs and slamming your cunt onto his cock with deep thrusts that made you sob. your hands flew to his chest, trying to maintain some balance but he grabbed your hands and held them against your thighs, folding you in half as he dipped his head to capture an areola in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you arched your back off the tiled floor, a wanton moan escaping your lips. you tossed your head to the side, watching with perverse excitement at the way max was using charles' mouth as nothing more than a cumdump, shooting ropes of his cum and letting it fall onto the ferrari driver's chest before the current champion crouched down to his knees, shoving charles' cum covered mouth onto his own tits, letting him kiss and suck. charles' lips wrapped around a hardened peak, eyes peering up for validation as max began to drag his fingers around charles' leaky red cock, knowing how sensitive he was after being denied an orgasm for so long. however, the show you were watching was cut abruptly as carlos' hand found your jaw, tilting your head back to face him,

"eyes on me, zorra," he hissed, shoving his fingers down your throat once more, "when im fucking you, you look at me. unless you're that cock-hungry and want more, you greedy slut."

he reveled in the way your throat seemed to constrict and flex, struggling to take his fingers that deep. he brought himself knuckles deep into your mouth, seeing the tears glide down your face before he roughly pulled out, watching you cough and splutter saliva onto the floor beneath you. your mind was a foggy mess, having already cummed from max's fingers, and now another orgasm was approaching you as carlos' cock continued to split you open, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly. you shattered in his arms soon enough as you arched your back, whining his name out loud as you reached your orgasm.

"oh fu- oh no wait," you hoarsely whispered, feeling carlos manhandle you and prop you against the couch. he ran his hand through his hair before pointing at you,

"you don't stop rubbing that pussy of yours until I tell you to stop, comprendida?"

you nodded your head, whimpering at how sensitive you were especially since you were plugged up by his cum at the moment. regardless, you did as he asked and started to massage your sensitive pearl, clamping your mouth shut as you knew carlos didn't want to hear your moans overshadowing charles' whimpers.

charles had coughed when the belt was released from his neck and every notion of defiance that he had earlier, to try and pretend to be the one in charge in front of you was out of the window. he was so needy, begging to cum.

"please, please, i c-can't anymore," he whined, being positioned on all fours by max who smacked his ass,

"someone needs to shut up those whines," max scoffed, winking at carlos who was stroking his hardening cock, grabbing onto charles jaw and slipping his thumb past his lips as he jeered, "listen to this little bitch, so desperate to cum."

charles whines only grew louder, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. he really wanted to cum, wanted to let go of the knot that continued to pit in his gut before being ripped away from him. max chuckled darkly, moving to stand behind charles. he spread charles' ass, exposing the tight, pink pucker of his hole, before spitting onto it, "fuck, look at it. begging for my cock."

charles gagged and choked around carlos' pistoning shaft, tears streaming down his face as he struggled not to cum from the brutal throat fucking. his asshole clenched, eagerly expecting the finger circling his sphincter to finally push inside and give him exactly what he wanted - max's cock. charles' eyes glanced over at you, watching you spread your legs wider as you bit your lip, struggling to keep quiet as you rubbed your clit, feeling yourself already on the brink of another orgasm. charles' eyes flashed with rage and a mix of barely contained jealousy at your ability to achieve an orgasm while he was being denied. yet, his attention on you was short-lived before he felt the tip of max's cock pressing against his tight hole, nudging itself into him as he let out a strangled, muffled moan around carlos' cock.

"he's so fucking perfect like this," max laughed, slapping charles' ass before burying himself completely, grabbing charles' hair to yank his head back, giving carlos more access to shove his cock further into his throat. carlos glanced down to see the way charles choked on his cock, drool frothing around his relentless shaft. as carlos continued to ruthlessly pound into charles' raw, abused throat, max had leaned in and captured carlos' lips in a heated kiss. carlos kissed back fiercely, his tongue invading max's mouth as he hilted his massive cock in charles' mouth.

charles began to sputter around the thick shaft violating his throat, tears and drool splattering his face. the depraved display of carlos and max making out above him as they used his body sent jolts of pleasure through his core, realizing that no matter what he always would be theirs, their little fucktoy to use whenever they wanted.

second later, max broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. max threw his head back, hands gripping onto charles' waist as his hips snapped against his, "fuck, he's so tight. i forget how tight his ass his, how he takes my cock all the time like the good slut that he fucking is."

carlos groaned out loud as he pulled his cock out, splattering his cum all over charles' face before harshly gripping onto his jaw, "let's start this again, hm? who do you belong to, puto?"

"y-you," charles moaned, thrusting his ass onto max who merely growled and picked up his pace.

"me and...?"

"you and max," charles cried out, as max's cum painted the insides of his anus, "i belong to you and max."

charles slumped against the floor, glancing over to see the way you were still rubbing your overstimulated clit, tears streaming down your face. in the midst of all this, the three of them had forgotten that you were still there, following carlos' instructions diligently. carlos took note of the way your face and tits were covered in their cum, your pussy leaking with his own cum and he glanced back down to charles who was still hard and most importantly, still hadn't cummed. he grinned at max, standing up and shrugging his shoulders,

"i think our slut's learned his lesson, he deserves a reward," carlos began and max smirked, glancing over to your shaking form,

"by all means," he grabbed onto charles, pulling up to his knees before smacking his ass, "you know what to do, charles."

and that's all charles needed to hear before he's crawling towards you, a dangerous glint in his eyes that made you shudder in anticipation. you could see the pent-up frustration and desperation to finally find his own release. he lunged forward, ignoring your squeals as he roughly pushed your legs apart, burying his face between your thighs. he attacked your pussy like a starved man, not caring at the way you were pushing his head away weakly or the fact that carlos' cum was still inside you. in fact, charles was enjoying the taste of the mixture of juices, licking and sucking your sensitive folds with brutal intensity. his tongue delved deep, fucking your hole and lapping up your arousal, now amplified from watching him be used so roughly. charles didn't let up his relentless assault on your cunt, eating you with a ferocity you'd never experienced before. he was determined to make you fall apart before he even thought about fucking you the way he wanted to when he first laid eyes on you. he focused his attention on your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it rapidly. two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your soaked cunt, pumping in and out at a punishing pace. the obscene sound of his fingers squelching in your juices filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and pleas for him to slow down and have some mercy, but he was too far gone, having craved this moment for so long.

carlos and max were busy dressing themselves up, kissing each other briefly as they turned to see you helplessly stretch your arm out to them, begging them to at least tell charles to slow down. you were still racked with multiple orgasms before this, your body was shaking at the intensity. charles felt your pussy clench and quiver around his plunging fingers, your juices flowing freely as he brought you closer to the edge. he doubled his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that sensitive spot deep within your core.

"fuck, putain, your cunt tastes so fucking good," charles growled against your folds, his hot breath making your skin tingle. "i cannot wait to feel it squeezing my cock."

he bit down on your clit, sending a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. at the same time, he slammed a third finger into your tight channel, stretching you as he finger-fucked you hard and fast, watching your face contort in pleasure as your gripped onto his hair, almost ripping it off his head as you screamed out loud, squirting all over his face. he lapped at the juices you had to offer him, drinking it up as if it were the last thing he would ever be able to savor in his life, before he slid his aching cock against your folds. you gulped, still not over from the after shock of that intense orgasm before his tip was already pushing inside you. in one brutal thrust, he shoved his aching, throbbing cock deep inside your dripping pussy. he didn't give you any time to adjust, fucking into you with wild abandon, chasing his long-denied release.

"fuck, your cunt feels incredible," charles snarls, pounding into you with animalistic intensity. "So fucking tight and wet, squeezing my cock so good like that."

he hooked your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he loomed over you, hips slapping against yours with brutal force. he was rutting into you like a bitch in heat, unable to control himself. he could feel his balls tightening once more, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he was close to cumming, and he wasn't going to do so until he brought you to another mind-shattering orgasm. he brought his thumb to press down onto your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles as you were practically screaming, tossing your head to the side to see max and carlos, shuffling out of the room.

"this is what happens when you tease us, especially charles," carlos laughed, winking at you as you threw your head back to let out another guttural moan.

"have fun and enjoy!" max smiled, waving at you before shutting the door behind him. your attention went back immediately to charles who shifted his angle slightly, his cock head slamming directly into that sensitive spot deep inside you with every thrust. your pussy clenched around his invading shaft, trying in vain to hold him inside you before you came undone once more, sobbing loudly as you were met with another mind melting orgasm. this only spurred charles on, and he whined pathetically as he cummed inside you, his cum coating your insides before he collapsed on top of you.

he lifted his head up slightly, "do you do private photoshoots?"

you stared at him in shock, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm, "private as in...?"

"just for us three, maybe another driver but it's up to them, really," charles whispered, and you propped yourself on your elbows,

"maybe if i'm paid extra, but under one condition."

charles nodded his head, already liking the idea of having his own personal slut. if max and carlos could use him to their will, he should be allowed to have someone to himself. "of course, of course, what's the condition?"

"im tying your ass up in every photo from now on," you proposed, which only made charles whine as he buried his face between your tits.

so much for that fucking dream.

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pricegotmedickmatized · 27 days ago

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so since @gothghostiie got me SO GOOD with coyote!graves/bunny!reader (pls go read oh my god oh my god) i decided to get her back. lets talk about mountain lion!graves

mountain lion!graves doesn't make a habit of explicitly telling people what he is, mostly because he likes the mystery. he likes the curious stares, the whispers behind his back arguing about what he is with the golden ears that match his hair, the thick fangs and retractable claws, the eyes with slitted pupils that reflect in the night. they're never right in their guesses. he doesn't care. he's a solitary sort of man, even within his own company. he gives his shadows what they need but that's because they need it. his dogs are good boys, they follow orders and they look after each other, and graves doesn't have to join in on the cuddle piles when he knows they've got one another handled

mountain lion!graves is a territorial sonofabitch, which is why he keeps the shadows. they're marked with his teeth in scars on their throats, so they live on his land and follow his orders and hunt what he tells them to, whether for money or country or food or safety. but graves likes to do his own hunting, at least for himself. he likes to be responsible for bringing down the big prey, for reminding everyone why he's in charge when his fangs flash and his roars can be heard echoing for miles, like a death knell

mountain lion!graves who gets lost one day while running down a lead for the shadows, and he has to methodically search a neighborhood of bland, boring Midwestern suburban houses for somewhere safe to contact SC. and he catches this...scent. sweet like dandelion greens and tender, ripe fruit. his mouth waters, and he follows it. follows it right to the back of one little house, identical to all the others except for that mouthwatering scent pulling him in like a siren song, right through the unlocked back gate

mountain lion!graves who finds on the other side of the gate the garden of eden. the place is overflowing with wild and ripe fruits and vegetables, with pretty flowers spilling cheerfully over one another. and in the middle is a woman, the source of that mouthwatering scent of dandelion greens and tender ripe fruit. a bunny hybrid, with her tall brown ears and the adorable little puffball tail thats poking through the designated spot in her thin little sundress. and she's looking at him, wide eyed, inquisitive, and then she gasps just as his muscles are coiling, ready to spring (hunt hunt hunt a predatory evolutionary mantra screaming in his head), a purring growl beginning in his chest. but she doesn't scream, her brows pinch together in worry and she pouts, reaching for him "you poor thing, you look exhausted! are you hurt?" and that mantra of hunt hunt hunt flips to something sweeter, something deeper, to breed breed breed

mountain lion!graves who plays into it, weaving his trap, eyes sharp and never leaving her as he tells her how he's so hungry, he's so exhausted, he just needs to rest in the shade a bit, he's so sorry for intruding but he couldn't help it. she chitters and fusses, assuring him that she doesn't mind, how awful that he's clearly been through so much, what can she do to make it better? she baked some blondies just that morning would he like that? and he purrs and rubs his face against her palms, smirking as she doesn't notice his claws sinking into her skirt, hiking it up. he knows exactly what she can do to make him feel better, but it might hurt a little but he’s hurting so bad right now. can she be good and just let him do what he needs? be a sweet little bunny for him and take it?

mountain lion!graves who can fucking taste how innocent she is just by the surprise when he kisses her for the first time fast and rough, can taste her virginity in the confusion in her voice when he parts her thighs, and he’s still purring to soothe her obvious nerves as those soft ears twitch, and she stammers that of course she wants to help him, she doesn’t want him to hurt, how can she help? and he tells her all she has to do is keep her legs open and lay back like a good little bunny. he warms her up by playing with her tits, tracing claws around her ears, around her little cotton ball tail until she’s squirming, panting against his mouth that she feels funny, and his cock leaks. he growls that he’ll fix it, he’ll make it feel better, bunny, swear, swear sugar just keep still. she cums on his cock before he’s even halfway inside, and he’s pussy drunk inside of a minute. he’s snarling against her marked up throat like she’s his personal chew toy, his own fucking fleshlight, hips battering against hers bullying her cervix as she babbles he’s so big it’s too much, but he reminds her she promised to make him feel better, he hurts all over and the only cure is to cum deep inside her womb. and who knows, pussy this sweet, the way she cums so easy (third time) without even having to really be touched - fuck honey he’s gonna have to keep you ain’t he? can’t let nobody touch what’s his - and you belong to him now

#roryswrites #call of duty modern warfare phillip graves #cod phillip graves #cod graves #call of duty phillip graves #phillip graves #cod graves x you #cod graves x reader #cod phillip graves x you #cod phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #dw Nikolai is coming probs day after tomorrow

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that-weird-thing-in-the-woods · 3 months ago

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~{Heyyy, so I got this idea from This post by @nightingale-prompts so all credits go to them and I hope this is somewhat good and I’m sorry if I butchered it}~

•Demon Boy•

The YJL has failed to stop the cult summoning.

Wait let’s go back for a second and see how we ended up here. The last mission the YJL was on was….a disaster to put it shortly but now is not the time to unpack all of that so their mentors thought it would be safer to put them on a very low risk mission with little to no risk of fighting.

And this was met with less then pleased reaction so here the YJL was in a random town in between Gotham and Metropolis that has only ever had petty crime and the very race villain coming through to get any from the hero’s and the YJL was bored and they thought that they were just going to be here with nothing to do until the could go back to the watchtower and give the most bland report in the history of hero’s.

Until Raven felt a very powerful sudden change of magical power, She immediately told the others and they started to run to where it was coming from which was a very old warehouse and the doors were locked.

So with some help from YJL members who can fly they all got onto the roof where luckily there was a large roof from years of being open to the elements for many years, that’s when they see the group of the probably cultists around a summoning circle and by the looks of it the YJL have to work fast.

So the YJL drop down from the roof and a fight breaks out as some more cultists were in the blind spots from the hole in the roof ~{We’re just going to skip over the fighting as I am terrible at writing that lol}~

The YJL got the cultists down.

Well some are passed out while others are bond with rope that Robin has for…some reason while the more responsible members were talking about how they would explain to their mentors why they didn’t call them immediately but that was cut short as they had apparently missed one as they heard some movement and they saw the most likely head of the cultists put a bloody hand in the circle and it started to fill with a black tar like substance. The YJL all jumped by ready to fight whatever came out of the circle.

The tar from the circle started to make a more humanoid shape and it looked like it was trying to take the shape of someone around the YJL age and after a few seconds the tar shattered like glass with a golden glow and a screech that made everyone cover their ears from the body the tar had made.

The boy? Had short black hair with a few strands of hair being white and he had tired glowing gold eyes, He wasn’t wearing anything on his body but some bits of the tar stuck to him and luckily covered his bits and he had gold markings all over his body.

While the YJL are trying to think about what the hell just happened the boy look to them with tired eyes and equally tired smile and said “Oh Hey~”

…..

OH NO HES HOT

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•Background•

Danny was just catching up with some much needed sleep in his Lair

After about the second year of being a halfa he with Jazz told their parents (With Sam and Tucker outside with a Go-Bag in case this goes down hill) about Danny being Phantom and they were both very surprised and very upset with themselves for fighting him and all the things they said around him and than when Danny asked why they were not upset with him for being a ghost and they said that they love him even if his a ghost because he’s there son no matter what (and no Jazz he is not crying!!)

Maddie and Jack after calming down enough immediately start to go through all their ghost hunting stuff and make it safe for Danny to be around and grab all of their research and put it into box’s and stuff that shit into the attic to never see the light of day again and everything felt perfect for Danny.

Until the G.I.W did something dumb.

They had made a shity bomb that can somehow actually damage the earth very badly if even one thing goes wrong out of some outdated Fenton tech they still had after Maddie and Jack cut all ties with them and they some how got a hold of the blueprints from the portal and remade it and they sent the bomb into it.

You can guess how that went

So now everyone from that planet is dead most people just fade as in their life they didn’t come into contact with ecto but guess who did, The Fentons +Sam and Tucker so now we have

•Jazz who running around the Ghost Zone giving therapy

•Sam who is going with Undergrowth to random world and beating the shit out of people who destroy the environment

•Tucker who is now intuned with his past lives and going to find the people who took his stuff

•Maddie and Jack also running around the Ghost Zone trying to learn as much as possible

And while the others are doing this Danny is just chilling in his lair getting some much needed sleep until he hears the bubbling of tar and the hum of a summons…

Why can’t Danny just SLEEP.

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•Little Facts•

•Like in my Misunderstanding Vampire Au where the Etco looks green in Danny’s world it looks gold in the DC one and for plot convenience and because it would be fucking funny for me Danny doesn’t really notice the difference

•I headcanon that the Ghost Zone is semi-sentient but no thoughts just vibes so when it feels something is going to attack it it just sends it back at them and the Ghost Zone makes whatever is trying to hurt it a power up so when it get sent back whoever did knows not to pull that shit again

•Danny isn’t an Ancient, he’s just chill

•Fade means they didn’t become a ghost while Faded means true death for a ghost

•The YJL are having a Time right now

•Danny just wants to sleep god damn it

•Maddie and Jack are living their best afterlife

•Tucker is wondering why so many people just had his things like what the hell?????

•don’t worry Dani is here to! She’s just jumping worlds to see what she can find right now she’s traveling with two brothers and a angel for some reason

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•Appearances•

Danny- isn’t wearing anything

~{And that’s it! Hope I did this well anyway got to go and terrorize some of the assholes from the church with the local witch coven byeeeeeee}~

#dc x dp #that weird thing in the woods #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom #dc x dp prompt #that-weird-thing-in-the-woods #dc x dp fic #dc x dp fanfiction #dcxdp #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #danny au #dc x dp au #dp x dc au #danny fenton #The YLJ is the one with Robin!Dick

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kurokawaia · 10 months ago

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❛ TOO POLITE ❜

Shinazugawa Sanemi X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; no triggers apart from sanemi being a lil mean >.<, reader is very polite and timid, she doesn't really understand the whole concept yk, she's like innocent.

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Could you please do sanemi with s/o where he tries to degrade her and stuff but shes SO polite and just says Like 'sorry' and 'thank you' and obeys every command without question with like EXTREME politeness that its just too difficult to degrade, and its so cute😭 Im curious to see how he'd react. - ANON

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Sanemi had forever been known for his whiplash tongue and his rough character, he had no time for dribble, no use for sissies, and most definitely did not have the time for anything that even smacked of being very soft and very cutesy, very demure, LMA- sorry in the remotest way.

And that was the major reason it dumbfounded him, completely and absolutely, to have ended up with you-a person so soft, so sweet, and endlessly, impeccably polite that he often wanted to bash his head against a wall. Almost.

It had been a very long day, and all he wanted right now was to come home, maybe blow off some steam, and just bag all the tension built up. You were there waiting as he walked through the door with that same soft smile that chipped away at his gruff exterior.

"Welcome home, Sanemi," you smiled, your voice like honey. "How was your day?"

He grunted in response, not in the mood to answer that question with anything more than a noncommittal noise, and tossed his sword on the table with a clatter. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, trying to ignore how your mere presence seemed to make the knots in his shoulders loosen just a bit.

You reached for his haori, folding it carefully and setting it aside. "Dinner will be ready soon. Would you like to wash up first?"

You always were so goddamn considerate, always trying to think ahead, trying to make sure everything was just right for him. It was. maddening in a way. How the hell was it so easy to be nice, so completely put off by his roughness?

"No," he snapped, sitting heavily at the table. "Just hurry up with the damn food."

"Of course, my love. I'll bring it right away."

You didn't bat an eye at the sharpness of his tone and moved with that calm grace that always seemed to unsettle him. You readied the food, all the while Sanemi watching you sideways for something-anything-to continue acting that way.

Another command was barked out, this one more biting. "But don't scorch it. I'm not in the mood for your usual bland crap.".

"Yes, dear. I will get it soon-the way you like it," you replied quickly in your always-soft respectful tone. You didn't even pause with the job on hand and that soft smile, until you got it to the table, just about perfectly prepared.

Sanemi frowned, attempting to find fault with it, but of course, there was nothing to be found. The food was great- exactly how he liked it. Still, he would never admit that, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath as he started to eat, hoping you didn't pay attention to the slight softening of his features.

You sat down opposite him, your hands neatly folded in your lap, and watched him eat with that gentle expression that drove him crazy, for reasons he could not quite fathom. It wasn't long before his irritation began to bubble up again, this time more at himself than you.

Why couldn't he just stay angry? Why did you have to be so… so…

"Why do you put up with this?" he finally snapped, his head jerking up from his meal, to meet your calm gaze. "Why don't you ever get pissed off? Why don't you ever talk back or tell me to shut up?"

You turned your head slightly, as if genuinely considering his questions, and then you smiled. A soft, warm smile that made something in his chest twist.

"Because I love you, Sanemi. I know you're just trying to cope with everything in your own way. If being rough with me helps you, then that's okay. I just want to make things easier for you."

Sanemi blinked, taken aback by your response. How could you say that with such sincerity? How could you look at him with so much affection after everything he'd said and done?

He opened his mouth for the argument, to say something sharp and biting back, but the words just wouldn't come. Instead, he felt the anger drain out of him, replaced instead by a confusion he couldn't quite shake.

"Easier for me?" he repeated, all but disbelieving. "How the hell is letting me treat you like crap easier on me?

"Because it gets it out," you said, like it was the most painfully obvious thing in the world. "I know you're not really mad at me. You're just frustrated sometimes, and that's okay. If it means that you need to get a little rough around the edges, then I'm cool with that. I know you don't mean it."

Sanemi stared at you, utterly dumbfounded. You seemed to take the wind out of his sails and left him floating, directionless because he did not know what would or should happen next. He was used to people fighting back, to fights and resistance, and you… well, you didn't push back. You don't fight. You just… accept him. And somehow, that was more disarming than any argument could have been.

He sat there, just staring at you for a moment, his brain racing to catch hold of what feeling was moving around inside him. It was annoying and confusing and-strangely comforting all at once.

He'd wanted to say something, to tell you that you didn't have to put up with his bullshit, you could be angry, you should be angry-but the words just wouldn't come. And that was it.

Finally, he exhaled loudly and rubbed his face in his hands. "You're too damn good for me," he grumbled, smiling more for himself than for you.

It was enough for him to see you smile again. "I'm all right, Sanemi. Do what you need to do-I'm here for you. Anything.

"Damn it," he muttered, the tension in his shoulders melting completely.

He couldn't stay angry, not when you looked at him like that. Not when you made it so damn hard to be mad. He stood up, walking around the table to pull you into a rough but heartfelt embrace. "You're too damn cute for your own good, you know that?

You giggled softly, leaning your head against his chest. "Thank you, Love."

"Don't thank me," he growled, though, by now, there was little true anger left in his tone. He tugged you closer, burying his face in your hair. "You're too courteous. It's annoying."

"I'm sorry," you said, but your voice was light, nearly playful.

His eyes rolled but a smile played at the corner of his lips. "Dammit, woman. Impossible.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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HONEY A/NOTE :: ill be making multiple parts to this btw !! i find the troupe of grumpy/easily mad x sunshine oblivious reader, so expect more of these!! if any of you have any specific ideas that would be lovely if you could let me know :D

#shinazugawa sanemi x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi x fem!reader #sanemi x you #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #x fem reader

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user00003123 · 2 years ago

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NOW LIVE: BUILDING A BOND feat. t. fushiguro

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday," you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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kgirlgroup-stan · 2 months ago

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Pretend Pt.1

fluff, g!p reader.

Y/N pov

College is full of surprises, something is always happening, even if you dont want it. My way of avoiding it was by studying, like now.

Being surrounded by nothing but books and silence. Allowing me to fully focus on my studies and for this upcoming exam i had.

I had my rhythm going before it was interrupted by a screech of a chair being pulled next to me.

"hi, y/n right?" I let out a small sigh, being annoyed that i was being interrupted. I looked over to see a very well, or i guess popular, girl at our campus.

The one and only Huh Yunjin. Which made me even more confused since why would she be talking to me. Me and her are complete opposites.

While she was outgoing, had lots of friend, loud and always talking to someone. I was one to stay inside, keep to myself, no friends, quiet, constantly studying, and having my earbuds in to avoid talking to someone.

I looked around the library, trying to see some heads peaking out, waiting for someone to pop out saying this was a prank. But nothing came. I looked back at her as she waited for my response. All i could do is nod, still confused as to why shes around me.

"sooo, whats a girl like you doing here?" she leaned against the table while resting her head on her hand, looking at me with a very small smirk on her lips.

"studying" i gave her a bland response, wanting nothing more for her to just go away. Dont get me wrong Yunjin is incredibly beautiful, but i was just feeling uncomfortable being in her presence.

"so cold to me" she pouted her lips a bit. I rolled my eyes a bit before looking back down at my notes. "look at you, smart and hot." I tensed up at bit.

"what do you want Yunjin?" i scribbled something down, trying to ignore whatever that comment made me feel.

"just wanted to talk to you." her grin widened when i looked back at her. I gave her a 'be fr right now' look. She sighed before sitting up. "fine, you got me. I need a favor, BUT i also just wanted to talk to you because i wanna get to know you better." she batted her lashes at me.

I ignored the last comment again, keeping my bored expression the same despite knowing that the tips of my ears were probably turning red. "What do you want?"

"soooooo basically i have a family dinner happening and I KNOW they are going to be asking me questions as to why I'm single and i dont wanna hear it. So without much thinking i instantly thought you would be the perfect candidate, so what do you say?" she clapped her hand together and set them on her lap as she gave me her famous smile.

"For one, what makes you think imma say yes, and two why me? you could literally ask anyone and trust me, they will instantly say yes," I looked at her even more confused that before.

"that the thing y/n. I know they will, but here you are putting up a fight. You dont give in to me instantly because you hold yourself up well. I like that. Your different y/n, a good different. You're smart, attractive, selfless, and much more that you dont see." Her eyes softened with every word she spoke, if the tips of my ears weren't red before they defiantly are now.

"w-what are you saying? we dont even know each other well" she smiled and grabbed my hands, holding them in hers. I gulped before making eye contact with her.

"i've noticed things about you for a long time y/n. Which is why i know your perfect for this. I want to take someone to my family that i know will love and approve of. Sooo..?" i let out a soft sigh, i looked deeply into her eyes trying to find some sense that she was lying.

"fine." i lowly let out. She gave my hands a squeeze as you smile grew impossibly wider.

"thank you, pick me up at 4:30pm and we'll leave right after. I'll text you more details." she stood up then stopped when i looked her a bit confused on how she has my number already. "wow you dont remember, Im hurt." she pouted again. "Mr. Yimes class project."

"ahhhh yes yes, sorry. That was like so long ago." she giggled at my response before leaning down and pecked my cheek, making me freeze at the sudden contact. "its okay, as long as you remembered now. Ill see you tonight." she winked, turning and walked towards the exit, leaving me in a shocked state.

After a few second, i composed myself and decided to stop studying as i knew i wasnt going to be able to focus.

**Time-skip**

Its embarrassing to admit that i actually tried to put effort in an outfit for someone that probably wont care. But here I was 3:54pm, knocking on Yunjin's dorm room door.

After a few minutes, she came out looking incredible. I couldn't manage proper words so i just showed her the flowers i got her. "t-there for you and uh y-you look n-nice." I slapped myself mentalty.

She giggled at my flustered state then grabbed the flowers with thank you before sniffing them and placing them in her doom.

"Thank you again for the flowers, you didnt have you. But i must say you look great." she nugged my side as we walked towards the car.

"i know i didnt have to but i just wanted it to seem more geniune, you know?" i gave her a shy smile and received a bigger one from her. We reached the car and drove off. I gave the AUX to her and got lost in a bit of conversation on our way to her parents house.

Once we arrived, i felt the nerves kicking in and Yunjin seemed to notice. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. "its okay, youll be fine but if it gets too much just tell me okay." she looked at me with a genuine look of concern on her face.

With her touch alone it was enough to reassure me, I gave her a soft nod before making our way to the house.

Her dad answered the door and welcomed us in. I firmly shook his hand and i received a warm smile. "Honey, Yunjin is here and she brought a guest." he yelled out to his wife with a playful teasing behinf his voice.

Almost instantly Yunjin's mom came out of the dining room with a surprised look on her face. it instantly changed to something warmer when she noticed us. She gave both of us a hug, "wow its nice to see a new face around here."she smiled at me before turning to Yunjin. "about time you brought someone. You better be good to her, she seems like a good soul. Now come on, foods ready."

Me and Yunjin looked at each other a bit nervously before smiling at each other. Dinner went by more casual than i thought. There were some questions about our relationship, which were answered and nobody thought twice about it.

After dinner Yunjin's mom said for us to hang out in the living room, so we exactly that. We spoke about random things before her sister came out on nowhere and just stared at us.

"what?" yunjin sisterly grossed out look, which Yunjin's sister did back. I laughed a bit at the similaries between them. Then as quickly as she came, she disappeared. We turned to look at each other in confusion and laughed it off.

After some time bonding it was getting late. We said our goodbyes and headed out. The car right back to Yunjin's place was nice. Nothing but comfortable silence. Even as Yunjin hand was wrapped in mine the entire way.

Once reaching campus, i walked her to her dorm. "do you want to come in, my roomate is out?" she stepped inside and looked back. I was starting to get nervous but made my way in.

She led me to the couch and she walked off to put the flowers i had gotten her into a vase.

"they loved you know. My mom, my dad and even if she didnt show it especially my sister." she glanced up at me with a soft smile resting on her lips. I fidgeted on the couch.

"I'm not so sure why, i was just being me. I didnt even speak much." my hands started playing with a loose string on my pants.

I heard a small huff from where Yunjin was at, making me look up and seeing her, now done with the flowers, make her way towards me then stopped right in front of me.

"thats exactly why they loved you. Because you were just being you." she placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back against the couch. Then she slowly got on top of me, her legs on my sides, never once breaking eyes contact with me.

"you didnt have to do anything, even when you did speak, even when you laughed, even when you stayed silent then could feel that you are a great person y/n" she leaned more into me, the tips of our noses touching.

My senses felt hightened, they way she was pressing against me, the smell of her perfume invading my nose, my eyes getting lost in her brown ones, my ears picking up the way she began to take low deep breathes. All i could do was grip the fabric of the couch.

Then slowly she leaned down and captured my lips. Soft. thats all i could think. my hands made their way to her waist, gripping it slowly as i felt my body relax into the kiss.

She grunted in surprised against my lips before pulling back and looked down. I looked down with her realizing that i was starting to get hard. I looked away embrassed, i opened my mouth to apologize but was cut off by a firm kiss on my jaw, making me squeeze her waist.

"no need to be shy about it y/n, its natural" she kissed higher before turning my head with her hand to look at her. I felt the other hand run done my stomach and rest against my member, grazing it lightly, making me let out a shaky breath.

She smirked as she placed her hands back on my shoulder and pecked my lips. "too bad i dont third base on the first date huh?" I couldnt help but playfully scoff and lean my head back with a smirk on my face.

"your evil. this is not how i thought today would go." i moved my head so i was looking at her again.

"yeah me neither but hey im not compaining." her hand played with the back of my neck, her smirk now turning into a smile.

I was about to say something back before we heard the noise to her door start open. Yunjin quickly got off and made it seem like we werent doing anything. Thankfully but this time my boner was also gone.

"hi yunjin.....and yunjin's pretty friend" her roomate came in looking a bit tired but changed when she noticed me. I sent her a wave and Yunjin rolled her eyes. "leave her alone Chaewon."

Chaewon had a mocking pout on her lips as she shrugged her shoulder, while she made her way to her room and winked at me before closing the door.

I cleared out my throat. "well....your roomate seems nice." i awkwardly looked her Yunjin who was glaring at Chaewons door.

"shes not nice when she wants to take things that arent even hers." Yunjin said in a low voice, low that once could easily miss. I pretended to not hear mainly because i didnt know what she was talking about.

She then look at me, her gaze softening." well i just want to say thank you again for today. It meant a lot." It took me a bit by suprise on how fast she was able to change.

"o-of course, i had fun and i enjoyed it." a reassuring smile made its way to my lips. She looked over my featured for a second before leaning in and kissing my lips agasint.

"im glad, cuz i did too."she whispered agasint my lips before backing up. Smiling smuggly at my expression. "i hope you dont mind continuing to accompany me to those family event."

I didnt even proccess what she said but i felt my head agreeing with whatever she just said. She giggled at my burning red ears. "good"

I snapped myself out of the trance "y-yeah" then slowly stood up, making Yunjin stand up with me. "w-well see you M-monday." i awkwardly made my way out her door, i turned to look her her smirking at me while leaning a bit against the door frame.

"alright, see you then." i turned and was about to walk when i was stopped. "arent you forgetting something?" i turned back and patted myself down. My keys. I looked up to see Yunjin swinging the keys on her finger.

I sighed and got closer to her to grab my keys. Just as my hand was going to grab them she pulled them back, making me look at her confused. " i need something first." she then closed her eyes and pointed at her lips.

I couldnt help but laugh at her antics but ultimately gave in. I leaned in and placed a firm kiss on her lips and pulled back with a grin.

"fine, you win this time. Goodnight y/n." she handed me my keys before closing the door to her dorm.

I took a small moment and began to walk to my building. I still couldnt believe how this day ended up but one thing is for certain.......i dont think im pretending.

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim #le sserafim yunjin x reader #le sserafim oneshots #le sserafim imagines #yunjin #yunjin oneshots #yunjin imagines #yunjin x reader

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papurgaatika · 7 months ago

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Kiss Me Once, Then Kiss Me Twice

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

MINORS DNI WITH MY WORK PLEASE !!

A/N: disclaimer this is so insanely self-indulgent. I got my IUD put in this past Wednesday and have been in bed with pain since then and if I could have gotten a strong man to coddle me through it, I would be 900x better than I am today. Quite frankly, I'm dying more now than I was the day of the procedure but that's bc I'm impatient and can't wait a whole three months for the side effects to pass. If you're thinking about getting an IUD please talk to a doctor about allll the side effects and which one is best for you and also yap @ me about it, I'm an open book

Also, this is not beta read, I don't care enough. I'm sorry y'all are gonna see my overuse of commas. Xoxo, peace and love on earth from me as always.

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!!

Tags/warnings: fluff, domestic joel, reader has an IUD and has hair that joel runs his fingers through.

Word Count: 773

Summary: Like I said earlier, self-indulgent perfect boyfriend joel taking care of you after your IUD insertion.

I’m dying.

That was the notification that popped up on Joel’s phone while he was at work. He was confused, but mostly just concerned. You’d usually send him a message with an egregious amount of punctuation or emojis to emphasize your mood, so to see something so… bland was worrying. He didn’t think he would be able to sit patiently for a reply to a text and calls you instead “Baby, you alright? What happened?” His voice is soft but stressed at the same time, wanting to make sure that you are alright.

And despite your current agony, he did soothe you. The low timbre of his voice, the way you could imagine his brow creasing, was more than any anti-anxiety pill could do for you. “I got my IUD put in.” you know he could hear just how pitiful you sounded, curled up in bed with your heating pad currently burning a hole into your skin “Everything hurts, I’m dying.”

You were absolutely tugging on his heartstrings and he could feel his protectiveness taking over. “Oh sugar,” he coos into the phone “I’ll be over in a little bit, alright? You hang tight for me, I'm on my way.” He doesn’t even give you time to protest before he hangs up the phone and tells Tommy he’s taking an early day today, heading over to you as soon as possible. The next half hour was spent with you curled in bed, trying to get comfortable and failing. You could barely stomach any food, the ibuprofen wasn’t doing anything, and your heating pad felt like it was barely on despite it staying at the highest setting. All of the lights in your room were off and you just wanted to curl into a hole, it was like your period cramps had gotten steroids and you were dealing with the aftermath.

About forty minutes into your routine of deep breaths and groaning into a pillow you hear your front door open, and a gentle knock on your bedroom door. “Honey?” Joel’s soft voice calls out “Oh baby…” he drops the bags of goodies he’d picked up for you and moves to brush a few strands of hair from your sweaty forehead, laying a kiss on your skin. “That bad?” you all but manage to nod in response to his question, clutching the heating pad closer to your stomach. He pulls out a bag of chocolates he’d gotten from the store and hands you a piece. “C’mon baby, eat somethin’ for me.”

You open your mouth and let him give you a piece of the chocolate, a smile finding its way onto your lips. “Thank you, Joel,” you whisper, looking at him like he’d hung the stars for you. “Y’know what I really need though?” you ask, taking a deep breath through the monstrous cramp that hit you “Boyfriend weighted blanket.” Joel can’t help but laugh aloud at your words, his hand running over your back in soft motions, rubbing at your hips to help keep the aches away from you. He would give into anything you asked of him in a heartbeat, and if you wanted him to lay on top of you to feel better, he would do it.

“Alright, pretty baby. One boyfriend weighted blanket coming up.” He stands up and stretches out before he lays down, his weight practically smushing you into the mattress. You let out a sigh of relief at the constant pressure against your body, helping the pain and tiredness fade in the moment. You can see him rummaging through a grocery bag next to your bed through your peripheral vision, and letting out a snort of laughter when he pulls out a giant tub of Advil.

You try to keep a straight face when he puts it on your side table, right in your line of sight, but you can't help the giggles that leave your lips. “That thing could cure a small village of aches and pains, honey.” you chew your lip in a half attempt to stay quiet.

You can feel Joel shrug on top of you, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “Wanted to make sure you were all good this weekend, I’m not leaving you for a damn second.” he murmurs against your hair “Got some soup on the way too, know you barely eat anythin’ anyway.” your heart was overflowing with how much love you had for this man. The one who had offered to take you to your appointment, to get a vasectomy so that you wouldn't have to go through the pain of this, your perfect man.

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emmg · 4 months ago

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wiiiip not Wednesday lol

tagged by @heylittleriotactand tagging fellow babes in turns hehehhehee @aldisobey @jainydoe @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @excited-hiss

I have bits and pieces written here and there, but nothing solid except for that one passage where Emmrich googles the definition of sugar daddy, texts Rook to ask if that’s what he is, gets a lolwut in response, and then has to google that too because he doesn’t understand youthful slang lmao.

So instead, here’s something from Herbarium that I’m working on, because I am absolutely, furiously, seething over the fact that Veilguard didn’t even give us the bare minimum of a chance to call Emmrich out on how utterly insane lichdom is in the context of a romance. Nope, all we get is the option to deliver a thumbs up, like great job, buddy, enjoy your undeath, let's boink! Yet, somehow, the concept that you can love someone without blindly supporting their worst decisions is just... nonexistent? Our Rooks should have had the option to say, I love you, I will support you, and I will help you chase your dream, but I can’t stay by your side if you go through with this. Even if I love you more than anything. But no, apparently nuance is too much to ask for. Anyway.

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"I'm sorry. Deeply, terribly sorry," he whispers, his arms encircling her waist, his face pressed against the rise of her ribs. "I love you; entirely, inexorably. You need not return it in full, only in the measure you can bear. But you are my last, Rook, my very last, and I cannot begin to imagine what I would do if you did not return. I love you as I am, and I will love you in lichdom, and I will be able—"

Above him, a sigh. Her fingers move through his hair in uneven strokes.

She sounds depleted when she speaks, and then he remembers—she is. The hollows beneath her eyes have grown pronounced, the skin bruised with fatigue. Her hair, dull and lank, clings to its unwashed roots.

"Please stop talking about it," she says, neither entreating nor reproachful. There is no sharpness left in her, no irony, no venom. Just a voice stripped of its essence. "I will support you, no matter what. You know that."

"Support is not the same as acceptance. To bear something is not to embrace it."

Her fingers continue their indifferent sweep. "No," she murmurs. "It isn’t." Another breath. "Can we sleep now, Emmrich? Don’t you want to sleep? I’m cold, and I want to sleep. And I want to hold you."

He loved them, he told them, all those figures trailing behind him, the blurred procession of his past. Some answered with a nod, a perfunctory thank you. Others only blinked, uncomprehending. A few, after a pause, offered a measured well, then. Fewer still returned it, though never for long.

Rook says it differently. Quieter. She presses it to his cheek, light as the slip of paper one tucks away without reading, its corners already worn, its message already known. Groggily, she moves, sliding beneath the covers, lifting them just enough for him to follow. She is not sentimental—that, precisely, is why her I love you, spoken without tremor or weight, drained of inflection, is the only one that lingers, the only one that resists erosion.

Suddenly, he feels as if he has forgotten all those that came before; their voices die out, sinking into the same nothing that swallowed old promises, childhood prayers, the smell of rooms he will never step into again. He strains to recall them, but there is nothing left to grasp. Only hers remains, colorless and bland, like the last light left burning in an empty house.

Love is acceptance. Love is support. But they do not always converge. This is what rattles him, what makes him press his face into her shoulder, trying to quiet the lurking dread.

Oh, she will support him. She will watch, nodding, shifting her weight from heel to toe, a restless pendulum of feigned ease. She will smile, make some awful quip to puncture the silence, to quell her own unease. She will tell him to go through with it, whatever it may be. She will take his father’s butchering blade, wipe it clean, and place it, without hesitation, into the hands of the one chosen to sever him from life. Then, when he returns—when he steps over the threshold, no longer a man but a thing made of magic and will—she will greet him, kiss the bare curve of his skull, wish him a good eternity, and walk away.

Because Rook has never struggled to seek out what she likes. She will continue. She will find something, someone, to cherish, and to cherish her in turn. She will support him, yes. But she will not accept.

He wants to seize her hands, press them between his own, feel the warmth of them before it is too late. He wants to shake her, to shake sense into her—or out of her—until she understands, until she sees what he sees. Why, why, why can she not grasp that this is the better course? She would not have to lead the charge, would not have to stand where death is swiftest. He would take that place, step into the fire, let the blade that might have cut her down pass through him like wind through a hollow. What harm could it do? He would be beyond harm. A creature of eternity, of patience, of limitless devotion, the power of the Necropolis at his back.

He would not sleep. Would not tire. Would not falter. He would guard the tombs, guard her, keep vigil over the living and the dead alike. He would serve Nevarra, and he would serve her, and in time, oh, in time, perhaps he would find something—a loophole, a secret, some arcane twist of fate to keep her from slipping away, to keep them both here, tethered, together.

No one would have to cross that final, irreversible threshold. No one would have to see what lies beyond—whether it is the blank serenity of the Maker’s realm or a silence so absolute it swallows even the thought of regret.

Please, please, please, he wants to say, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, his breath wasted against the fabric there. Let me love you like this. Let me stay. Let me make it so you never have to leave.

She would not even have to look at him, if the sight of what he became repulsed her. He would spare her that, too. He would wear a veil, an illusion, his old face, preserved like a saint’s death mask, a perfect glamour.

Nothing would have to rot. Nothing would have to change. Nothing at all.

#sure we can have rooks who support lichdom and that's lovely #but we should also have the option not to #especially if the rook in question is not from nevarra or the mourn watch #it's so fucking insane to me that there's no option to break off the romance if he goes through with it #the power imbalance alone it would create is problematic as hell #and emmrich would not be normal about a rook who will die eventually even if he says he will be #he spent his life looking from the one true love #now he presumably found it and ur telling me he'll be okay when they die??#especially because now he literally has no one left in his life since Manfred is gone #nah nah nah #anyway #wip whenever #dragon age the veilguard #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #emmrook

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CHAPTER 2

જ⁀➴𝟐-𝟐 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

SHREDS, SHREDS, SHREDS

☺︎ cw:

death of a family member, mentions of death, death rituals, cremation, bones, mentions of bones, basement of the crematorium, sukuna's finger, gojo fucking satoru, fushiguro is still an edgy teen, still going to add the ooc warning cause I'd rather be safe than sorry even if I am ripping the dialogue straight from the english subtitles, thukuna the king of curtheth, reader has strong paternal insticts, i think that's it

For having so much doom and gloom locked inside, the area surrounding the tall glass building was naturally tranquil; serene and still like an oil painting.

The air was crisp, sun hanging high in the sky tucked behind just enough fluffy white clouds to give off a dreamy vibe. The leaves overhead swayed gently with the breeze, allowing the two visitors to back in the canopy’s shade. Sitting on an ornately chiseled stone bench, the only sound brushing past the pink-haired teen’s ears was the distant calling of a gaggle of sparrows.

Having to visit the crematorium was never fun, but at least the scenery didn’t make it unbearable.

“Who passed away?”

Gojo looked practically identical to the day before. Black zip-up jacket, black slacks, creepy blindfold, unruly white hair, and a bored smile.

Yuji didn’t say anything, though. If his clothes hadn’t been shredded, he'd probably be wearing the same thing he wore the night prior, too. But his clothes had been ripped up so he’d hastily pulled on a new emerald green hoodie to go with a pair of ill-fitting basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“My grandpa, although he was more like a father to me.”

There was a small, content smile on his face as he watched a couple ducks squabble over some fish food in a nearby pond.

“I see… sorry it happened at a time like this.”

Gojo’s masked eyes followed Itadori’s gaze to the pond, though he was much more interested in a third, unassuming duck in the process of stealing the fish food from the other two squabbling birds. His own smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but out of respect for the teenager’s mourning, he let the sounds of the environment hang for just a little bit longer.

“...So, have you decided what you want to do?”

“...”

Yuji’s smile drooped, eyes still trained on the ripples in the pond water. He didn’t want to think about that yet. In fact, if he was being honest, he didn’t want to think about anything. His mind was still spinning with all these sudden changes and he knew he wasn’t in the right headspace to make any huge life decisions.

Eventually though, he posed a single question.

“Are casualties like these from curses pretty common?”

Gojo hummed, resting his hand on his stony grey seat. “This one was a rather exceptional case, but in terms of damage, it happens all the time.”

“...”

“Gojo drummed his fingers on the bench, waiting to see if there would be any response from the 15-year-old.

“...”

When he remained silent, the sorcerer cleared his throat.

Another second passed.

Satoru opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it again to think about how exactly he wanted to word his next thought.

“It’s a good night when someone dies a normal death after encountering a curse. Finding a body all torn apart is on the better end of the outcomes,” the older man tapped his fingers on the bench a couple times, “If you plan to hunt down Sukuna, you’re going to witness some gruesome scenes and I can’t guarantee you won’t end up like that yourself.”

“...”

Gojo took a deep breath before pushing himself up to stand.

“So pick your poison.”

“...”

Descending into the depths of the crypt-like basement of the crematorium, Yuji hardly registered the bland, earthy, green-grey walls passing by as he and Gojo trailed behind the nice receptionist.

He kept replaying the sorcerer’s words in his head. When he wasn’t replaying them, a flurry of scattered, half-baked thoughts were swimming around his cranium like fish in a bowl.

“You’re a strong kid, so help others.”

Then there was the issue of his grandfather’s dying wish.

“...”

He cursed in his head as he entered the room.

Itadori didn’t know when exactly he’d gone on autopilot, but he let his body carry him through the motions as he tended to his grandpa’s ashes. The Kotsuage chopsticks were heavy in his shaky hands, but for all their shakiness, he moved through the ceremony diligently.

The atmosphere was thick and dusty, forced to remain stagnant by the oppressive tension, only interrupted by the occasional clinking of chopsticks on bone.

Satoru Gojo observed silently, keeping a respectful distance.

A piece of bone falls into the urn, a part of the foot.

“If all parts of Sukuna were gone, would there be fewer people harmed by curses?”

Another piece, a leftover from the femur.

“Of course.”

A third, the tip of one of Wasuke’s ribs.

“...”

He laid the final fragment of bone–a shred of the mandible–in its eternal resting place, setting the ceremonial chopsticks aside. Carefully, as if handling a shard of the heavens themselves, Itadori lowered the porcelain lid on the cool grey urn.

“...do you still have that finger?”

Gojo couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up the bottom half of his face.

Slowly, his hand trailed to his pocket, digging around for what felt like forever–even if it only took half a second in all actuality. He shuffled closer to Yuji, cursed finger laid plainly across his outstretched palm.

Once again, examining the death and decay blotted all over its skin, the teenager felt his nose crinkle and his face twist.

“Looking at it again, it’s pretty disgusting.”

The mere thought that he’d eaten something identical already forced a surge of bile to bubble up from the pit of his stomach. He tried to recall what the first one had tasted like with no success. His lip curled but, reluctantly, he still threw the finger down the hatch, clamping a hand over his mouth to ensure it would stay down.

Gojo watched, captivated by the black markings popping up all over Yuji’s skin.

‘...Well, that’s the second one.’

The boy nearly choked on it, audibly gagging.

‘One tenth of the whole… what’s going to happen?’

Itadori could feel a cold sweat drip down the back of his neck, throat spasming as it attempted to reject the finger. He swallowed a second time, shivering at the feeling of the sharp black nail scraping his esophagus on the way down. His knees buckled and he clawed at the wall next to him for stability. He tried to swallow for a third time with significant difficulty, consciously fighting the urge to hurl. He shook his head, clutching his chest.

“Blegh! Gross!” he stuck his tongue out, “So gross it’s funny!”

Gojo’s grin stretched wide, watching Sukuna’s signature tattoos vanish.

‘That settles it.’

The sorcerer watched the highschooler cringe at the aftertaste, none the wiser to any of the thoughts swirling around in the head of the man in charge of supervising him.

‘It’s not just a physical tolerance, he can control himself against Sukuna without issue.’

His Six Eyes raked over the teen, looking for any kind of internal struggle… but he couldn’t find any. The King of Curses lay dormant, his oppressive malice blanketed by the boy’s radiant optimism.

‘... we haven’t seen talent like that in a thousand years.’

Getting over the nausea-inducing soapy chemical taste of the not-very-well-preserved cursed flesh, Itadori’s eyes eventually drifted over to the man observing him in eerie silence. He cocked his head to the side, “Something wrong?”

Gojo blinked underneath his blindfold.

“Oh,” he shook his head, “it’s nothing.” Notably, when he shoved his hands back in his pockets, they were a lot emptier. “I take it this means you’ve stilled your resolve?”

“Not at all,” the boy stared at his open palm, “I’m still wondering why I have to be executed.”

The older man hummed thoughtfully.

“But,” Yuji squeezed his open hand into a fist, “I can’t just do nothing about the curse. That last request is going to be a pain in the ass…” He tore his eyes away from his clenched fingers, staring into the fabric he guessed was covering the sorcerer’s eyes.

“I’ll eat every part of Sukuna, I don’t care what happens from there. I’ve already decided how I’m going to die.”

“Nice! I like people like you!” Gojo bristled, despite just how inappropriate such a demeanor was in a crematorium. All his energy renewed near instantaneously as he all but chirped, “Sounds like a fun hell awaits!”

He turned towards the door, making a loose gesture to follow him. The way he walked made him look like he was bounding on the balls of his feet.

“Make sure you’re packed by the end of the day.”

The pink-haired vessel trailed behind him, quirking a brow, “Are we going somewhere?”

The sorcerer slid the door open, both suddenly surprised by the presence of a familiar face.

“Tokyo.”

He was covered basically head-to-toe in scratches, bruises, and scrapes–only a handful of which were actually obscured by bandages or gauze–but it was still him. The same sour-faced teenager, with his spiky black hair and heightened gakuran collar.

“Fushiguro!” Itadori gave an energized thumbs-up, “Looking good!”

The older teenager narrowed his eyes, immediately irritated, “Really? You think so after seeing this?”

Gojo hummed, “Y’know he’s kind of right. You look better than I thought you would…” He put a hand under his chin, leaning in close to Megumi’s face. In something similar to a teasing reprimand, he questioned him, “Megumi… what did you do?”

The student rolled his eyes, “(surname) tried to use his technique to speed up the healing process, patched me up.”

The white-haired sorcerer clasped his hands together in front of his chest, “That’s just like Sensei, always so reliable!” He tilted his head to the side to peer past Fushiguro’s shoulder, “Speaking of Sensei, where is he?”

Megumi sighed, “He already headed back to Jujutsu Tech to fill the elders in on the current situation.”

The teacher’s face dropped, excitement replaced by crushing heartbreak, “And he didn’t stop to say goodbye?!”

His student’s frown deepened, “Stop being dramatic, we’ll meet up with him again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah!”

“We?” Itadori blinked owlishly.

Fushiguro nodded, “You’re going to transfer to the same school for Jujutsu sorcerers I attend.”

Seemingly having completely forgotten any and all previous upset, Gojo sprang up, “Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School!”

Megumi took the sudden change in stride, long having adapted to the ebbing and surging tides that were Satoru Gojo’s mood. Yuji, on the other hand, couldn’t say the same.

Just as gleefully, the teacher added, “By the way, you’re the third first year!”

Yuji’s jaw dropped.

“Only three?!”

The longer you climbed the foothills of Mount Mushiro, the longer the red brick road seemed to stretch into the endless sea of green trees. The path bent and curved at just the right angles to keep any and all that dared traverse upon it guessing. The steps weren’t completely even either, but with each Tori gate Itadori and Gojo passed under, the boy’s blindfolded chaperone could only feel more and more excitement and anticipation rolling off the first year in waves. The childlike wonder was a welcome change of pace from most new students. By this point, anyone else would be complaining about leg cramps.

“This is really deep in the mountains! Is this actually Tokyo?”

Not Yuji, though.

He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with each step, eager hands clasping the straps of his backpack tightly. His eyes were alert, darting around the forested path to peer behind the shrubbery and into the trees. It was amusing. Well, it was amusing to Gojo.

“Even Tokyo’s like this on the outskirts.”

The 15-year-old nodded wordlessly, eyes still trained on the forest that all but swallowed the brick walkway whole.

Having lived a quiet life in Sendai devoid of travel, Yuji soaked in every new sight like a sponge. The path itself, however, was monotonous and the trees looked the same in every direction. The tall, ornate Tori gates were basically invisible between the shade and leaves. In spite of that, Itadori took everything in with a lively twinkle in his eye.

His mind eventually wandered away from the route, focusing on his future as a Jujutsu sorcerer. It was about then he realized something was missing.

A frown materialized on his face as he turned to the man he was walking with, “Where’s Fushiguro?”

Just around the bend, obscured by a wall of trees and bushes, the rumble of a familiar, if not a little tired, voice answered him. “I picked him up yesterday, he got properly patched up and he’s back in his dorm resting.”

Gojo immediately perked up as the two rounded the corner and approached the school gates, “Sensei! Shoko told me you were already off on another mission.”

From the grand entrance of the protective school walls, (name) wave a quick greeting, “Plans change. I’ll be hanging around the school for the next couple of weeks.” The older sorcerer turned back to the tenn, “It’s nice to see you again, Itadori.”

The boy blinked before immediately dropping into a stiff 90 degree bow, “It’s great to see you again, Sensei!”

“Oh,” the man hummed, giving a strained smile, “You don’t need to call me that, I’m not a teacher.”

Yuji picked up his head, an expression not dissimilar to a befuddled puppy stretched across his face, “Huh? But if you’re not a teacher, why would you be at a school?”

(name) opened his mouth to answer, but his voice was drowned out by Gojo’s, “Sorcerer Lesson No. 1, listen carefully!” The white-haired man removed his hand from its designated pocket, raising a finger, “Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School is one of only two jujutsu educational facilities. On the surface, it’s a private religious school, but a lot of jujutsu sorcerers actually continue to use it as a base after graduation.”

Itadori nodded alon, “So… (surname)-sensei is just reporting back to base?”

“Precisely!” Gojo snapped his fingers, “The school’s a pillar of the jujutsu community, not just in education, but for support and mediation in missions.”

(name) gave a hum of approval, examining his nails, “Well, as much as I’d love for you to continue, we’re going to be late if we don’t head out soon.”

Yuji’s brows scrunched up. “Late?”

“...”

It felt like it got a few degrees colder.

“...”

Yuji could feel the tension get thicker with every passing second in silence.

Gojo only had a millisecond to react before a deft hand smacked him upside the head with merciless force and a practice precision.

He yelped, hand automatically flying to nurse the new welt.

“You didn’t tell him?!”

Yuji gulped, “Didn’t tell me what…?”

Gojo, still cradling the back of his noggin, gave an annoying nonchalant smile, “Surprise! You’re about to have an interview with the principal!”

His former teacher went to smack him again, but his hand ended up caught in the younger man’s infinity, “Take this seriously!”

“I am!” the blindfolded sorcerer bit back, “So stop embarrassing me in front of my students!”

(name) rolled his eyes, retracting the offending hand so he could turn his full attention back to the extremely confused teenager. He sighed, dropping into an apologetic 45 degree bow, “Excuse him, I’ll take over any explanations from here on out.” Gesturing for the teen to follow him, he turned on his foot to start leading him to the principal’s office.

“Wh- Sensei! Hey! Not cool! Super UNCOOL!”

His “Sensei”, however, completely ignored him. Instead, gesturing loosely to the surrounding scenery. “The principal is in charge of admissions. He likes to personally interview any and all new entrants to make sure they’re compatible with the program.”

The boy nodded along, squeezing the handles of his backpack again while his attention wandered over to the surroundings.

All of the school buildings were constructed to be the splitting image of traditional Japanese architecture–Buddhist architecture. The walls fencing in the school campus and the buildings inside those walls were all a warm off-white, framed with this deep brown oaky wood. The shone shingles covering each roof, Tori-gate-like doorway, and fence were a deeper brown, teetering on black.

The temple-like structures towered over the entire mountaintop, casting shadows on the vast array of plant life on the ground anywhere there wasn’t a smooth beige walkway. Further in, he caught sight of a skinny stream that opened into a cute pond. Under a plain-looking, aged, and weathered bridge, the pond was alive with little fish, flora, and religiously themed decor.

The group passed over the water on the same rickety brown bridge, Yuji peering over the side of it curiously. Lily pads with lotuses in full bloom, tiny silver-scaled minnow bodies that basically looked transparent, a few clumps of tadpoles and frog eggs here and there, and so much more. The largely Buddhist iconography didn’t go unnoticed either. There were stone statues everywhere, talismans, and of course, the building shrines themselves. The 15-year-old was so enamored he hadn’t even noticed he’d zoned out. In fact, his moment of peace was abruptly cut short by a familiarly loud, jarring voice.

“Screw this up and he could reject your admission so stay frosty!”

“Huh?!”

This time, before the eldest of the group could land another hit on the white-hair of the teacher’s head, Satoru ducked out of the way, “What is wrong with you today!?”

His former student went to vocalize a rebuttal, however he was interrupted by the (now very panicked) teen, “And what then? Immediate Execution?!”

Heaving a sigh, (name) pinched the bridge of his nose, “No, no, you’re a strong kid, Itadori, you don’t have anything to worry about.” He kicked out a leg, hoping to nail the other special grade in the shin, but was once again stopped by his infinity, “and if anything happens, Gojo and I will be here to smooth things out.”

Obediently, so as to not be smacked or kicked again, Satoru nodded his head.

“Yeah…” Yuji processed the answer, taking a moment to soak in the reassurance before nodding his head slowly, “Yeah, okay, so it’s just an interview with the principal?”

Before either man could open their mouth, a new voice joined the conversation.

“What? So you’re not the boss?”

All three pairs of footsteps grinded to an abrupt halt.

Both special grade sorcerers’ heads whipped around to Itadori.

“Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless.”

He had manifested a second mouth.

“...”

As quickly as the mouth opened to speak, Yuji slapped his hand over it. With a pale flush on his cheekbones, he launched into a hurried apology, “Sorry Sensei! He pops out sometimes…”

Gojo leaned closer to the boy’s face, basically boring holes into Itadori’s hand through his blindfold, “What an interesting body you have now…”

(name) jerked Gojo’s face away from the boy’s face by the back of his collar to give the poor kid some personal space. “Does this happen often? Are there usually any side effects?”

Before he could reply, a new mouth split open on his hand, “Your appearance is misleading, but up close, it’s much easier to gauge your cursed energy.”

The lips were lined with jagged teeth, loaded with venom and complimented by a tongue dipped in vitriol. The mouth on the back of the student’s hand donned a sickeningly smug grin, laced with resentful condescension.

“Agh! Not again!”

“And you,” the previously light-hearted leer took a turn toward a deeper breed of hatred, “I owe you a favor, y’know. Once I make this brat’s body my own, you’ll be the first one I kill.”

“What an honor,” Gojo cooed, “to be targeted by Sukuna himself.”

Another hand came up to slap over the new mouth, “Is this guy really that famous?”

(name) brushed off the question entirely. “Are you okay?” He put his hands on Yuji’s shoulders, scanning his body for any signs of distress–paying special attention to his face and hands. “Did you feel any changes in your body or cursed energy?”

“No, he kinda just shows up sometimes…” Allowing the older sorcerer to fuss over him, his brows scrunched up in confusion, “Why? Should I be worried?”

From behind the cursed object specialist, the white-haired sorcerer hummed, “Well, Ryomen Sukuna is a fierce imaginary god with four arms and two faces.” He put a hand under his chin, pursing his lips, “First, he was a human that really existed… even if it was over a thousand years ago.”

(name)’s frown deepened, “Don’t scare him, Satoru.”

“Whaaaaat?” the man whined, “I’m telling the truth, aren’t I?”

“...” To this, (name) didn’t have a response. Instead, he gave Yuji a couple firm pats on the shoulders, standing up to his full height from where he’d been leaning in, “Let’s keep moving.”

Gojo rolled his eyes under his blindfold, shoving his hands back in his pockets. The gesture seemed light-hearted if the grin on his face was anything to go by, “Anyways!”

Itadori’s eyes flickered over to (surname) momentarily, trying to decipher his expression, posture, anything really–no luck. He didn’t know him well enough to pick up on any cues or tells.

Meanwhile, Satoru chattered on, “In the golden age of Jujutsu, sorcerers gathered up all their might to challenge him and failed. Crowned with the title Sukuna, we couldn’t even destroy his grave wax while he traversed the ages after death as a cursed object.” Despite the grim truth of his words, the man spoke them like he was recounting a fond anecdote, “Without a doubt, he is the King of Curses.”

Yuji swallowed, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. He dragged his eyes away from where they were fixed on (name)’s broad back, chewing on the inside of his cheek before finally asking, “Who’s stronger, you or him?”

“Well…” If the blindfolded man’s grin could get any wider, it did. His lips curling up the sides of his face with a wicked glee, his eyes trailed over to his former mentor, “If Sukuna regained all his power, a fight might be a little draining.”

“Would you lose?”

Satoru hummed, “Nah, I’d win.”

“...”

Itadori turned to the older sorcerer ahead of him and Gojo again, “What about you, (surname)-sensei?”

“Ah- me?” The man whipped his head around.

It didn’t last long enough to be noticeable, but cursed energy crackled to life in the previously clean fresh air like lightning bolts. As quickly as it rippled off the special grade’s body, the blanket of energy was soaked back up into the man’s body.

Without missing a beat, the teenager bobbed his messy head of pink hair up and down, “Gojo-sensei said he could beat Sukuna and you were his teacher, right?”

“Eh…” (name) tried to shrug off the question, ““It’s kind of hard to explain if you don’t know the basics of sorcery. I probably wouldn’t be able to win against a fully realized Sukuna.” He shoved both hands in his pockets–identical to the manner Gojo did. “Maybe when I was younger, but I can’t say for sure.”

From behind him, Satoru threw his head back dramatically with a groan. “Cut it with the humble act, you’re acting like you’re 50 or something…”

Yuji glanced over at him.

“Well, I’m not getting any younger, am I?” The older man quipped, slipping his phone out of his pocket to check the time, “I’m not old and decrepit yet, but I’m definitely not the strongest either–you seem plenty happy to hold that title.”

The blindfold obscured the admiration in his gaze, but the manner in which his chest puffed up and his chin upturned betrayed any illusion of nonchalance. Itadori likened it to a rooster fluffing up its feathers. "Well, naturally a student is meant to follow in the footsteps of his teacher."

(name) grimaced, "Hurry up, we're about to be late."

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