#Tumblr pls stop kicking me when i am down

[satansknitwear]

The cheeky bastards got me again. Once again with no kind of warning or flagged posts?!? Im gonna chew their kneecaps off i swear.

[graysnetwork]

So I kinda gave up on running my story through Grammarly, so please bare with me here.

Also, I found the audio and listened to it as I wrote this to see how I would write the story, this is also my first time completely writing smut so pls don't be rude or I will delete 🙈

I will take yalls constructive criticism, so thanks ☺️

LEON KENNEDY x READER (smut..)

Read warnings pls

Info: when I check who posted the audio I will give them credits cuz they are the one who introduced me to... Audios I think

Edit: FOUND IT — I found it meiiioo’s acc (yes on tumblr)

Warnings: afab!reader, consensual‼️, pet names, spanking, praise, fingering, mating press, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, baby talk, creampie.

Summary— reader lost a bet and has to wear a bunny suit for the rest of the weekend, now their friend and roommate are sitting in his room getting ready to watch a show, but Leon is very annoying with all his teasing.

You were coming out of your room as Leon walked through the door, you hadn’t seen him this morning which you were grateful for.

“Hey I was gonna order takeout for dinner, do you-“ he was cut off by the sight of you, in a bunny costume “w-what in the world are you wearing?” He asks with a chuckle, this was odd to say the least; for the both of you. “A bunny costume” you say bluntly, it was embarrassing, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t make too much fun of you.

“I see that it’s a bunny costume, but, why?” He asks as he looks you up and down repeatedly, “I lost a bet with my friends” you admit, “no fucking way, since when do you take bets? Last time I checked, you pussied out of anything that needed any ounce of courage” he said and you pushed him.

“I’m just saying the truth, but, how long are you gonna have to wear it?” He asks, he was your roommate and your friend after all, so he was gonna be the one who would have to see you during this.

“The rest of the weekend..” you admit, situating the headband for what felt like the fifteenth time, “the rest of the weekend?” He almost didn’t believe you, he began laughing at you.

Making fun of you and asking if you’d like him to be your magician, you hit him again, lightly. He stopped the joke.

“Why don’t you just, not wear it? It’s not like your friends are gonna know” he suggests, “I pinky promised though” you tell him, he chuckles, “Why am I not surprised that you still do that?” He asks as he chuckles again.

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“You can’t expect me to stop making fun of you” he says as the two of you lay on his bed, ready to watch a show, “stop it with the teasing Leon” you tell him, it was already beginning to annoy you.

“Or what? Your the least intimidating person in the entire apartment complex” he chuckles “It’s not like you could do anything about it” he says as he laughed a little more.

You kicked him a bit hard and he groaned but continued the teasing.

“Okay stop that, im serious” he said before you kicked him again and he got tired of it and grabbed you, and pinned you down, “you just had to be a fucking brat huh?” He asks you “what are you gonna do?” You ask as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“I dunno bunny, what should I do?” He asks, a smirk appears on his face, you could feel his pants and how a bulge was beginning to appear in them and with how close he was, the bulge was right near your clit. You could feel it, and if you were being honest it didn't feel bad, you didn’t even think about it until he brought it up— “Why're you moving your hips like that bunny?” He asked.

His voice now sounded airy, and it took all of him to stop himself from moaning at your movements.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and laid you over his thighs, “never met a bunny, that is a brat” he said, dragging his hands down to your ass, “I know you want this bunny, tell me your okay with this..” he said, he waited for your answer.

You nodded and hummed a “mhm” for him, which made him happy, to hear you admit you wanted him.

“Listen, you just tell me when to stop..” he said trailing off and rubbing your ass more now.

“mmm’your ass, with this cute cotton tail, just looks so good” he said, “it’s fucking perfect..” he said, as his hand left your ass before he smacked it.

“Oh? Wasn’t expecting that huh bunny?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. “It’s what a brat like you deserves, no?” He asks as he smacks you ass again.

Your whimpers only made him like this more.

“how many..” you ask as you fix the headband again, “how many? However many I want bunny, plus your making such” he spanks you again, almost harder than the last one “pretty noises” he finishes as you whimper again.

He laughs at the sight of you, before rubbing your ass again, “oh bunny, look at how red your ass is..” he cooed as he kneaded it. “Your so beautiful huh?” He said, the change from his actions and praise could make you dizzy.

“My pretty bunny, yeah” he said before spanking you again, it caught you off guard, “your mine, y’not gonna let anyone else do this to you right?” He asked and nodded with a simple “yeah”

“Good bunny” he rubbed your ass, almost like a reward, before smacking you again, it seemed like a rhythm now. “My good, pretty bunny” with ever word he said aloud he smacked your ass each time, before kneading it.

“c’mere, it’s okay baby” he said, allowing you to get up and straddle him, which you did, almost out of fear he’d surprise you with another slap to your butt.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah, I’m okay” you said as his hands returned to your ass and he nodded before kissing you. “mm’ffuck you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he admitted as he pulled away from your lips.

“you’ve been wanting this?” You asked quietly, and he nodded as he kissed your neck, “been wanting this since the moment I saw you” he said returning his lips to your neck. If you were being honest, Leon was handsome, and you’d been wanting to make a move on him, so maybe this bunny costume wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before baby” he admits as he kisses your collar bone, you shiver at the way his lips feel on your skin, the way he places wet kisses there.

“keep making those pretty noises” he says as he kisses the other side of your neck. “look at the way your nipples look against this fabric hon” he said staring at your chest. “just begging for my attention huh? I’ll give it to you” he says he tugs a bit at them.

You let out a whimper “sensitive huh?” He asks.

How could you forget?

It’s ovulation week.

Leon pulls you out of your thoughts when he tugs at your bunny suit. “This is a one piece, no?” He asks knowingly, sliding your arms out. “just perfect to give me access to everything..” he says, pulling the suit down your body.

Revealing everything to him, your chest, to your genitals, it felt very exposing, but at the same time you liked the way Leon stared at your body in awe.

He moved his fingers down to your pussy, and rubbed his thumb over your clit, “so wet, I’m only rubbing your clit baby..” he teased you as he leaned into kiss you again while rubbing more.

“Can I slide my finger in bunny?” He asked, he stared at you intently before you nodded, he slid his finger in as he kissed you again, he pulled away slightly after kissing you “mmm’fuck your so fuckin hot..” he admitted as he kissed you again, his breathing quickened as well with every movement of his fingers sliding in and out.

“You want two?” he asks, before you could give him a yes he slid his middle finger in as well, a quiet whimper escaped your lips once again. “Love the way your movin your hips baby” he mumbled against you.

“want more, we both do” he said and curled his fingers, moving quicker, “m’your so good, your a good bunny” he mumbled before kissing you again.

“mmmhm” he hummed as he stared your pussy. “yeah come all over my fingers, squirmy bunny..” he said as he felt you clench all around his fingers. “bet y’taste delicious” he said as he lowered himself to your cunt.

“can I taste you princess? I bet you wanna be cleaned, right?” He asked for permission, before you nodded “mkay” you muttered and he looked at you, staring into your eyes as he connected his lips to your pussy, lapping at it, sliding his tongue over the slit and sucking on your clit.

“mm’bunny, you want a pillow?” He asked nicely against your pussy, it was a contrast to what he was doing, sucking at your clit with all he could, you let out a quiet moan, and he pulled away from your pussy, you let out a dissatisfied noise before he lifted your head up gently and placed a pillow below you.

It was easy to forget how nice he was, especially with he was treating you and.. your ass. But the gentleness from his hands made you feel comforted.

“I want you now bunny… you see how hard I am?” He said unzipping his pants and pulling both his pants and boxers down to let his cock be visible to you. You could see the precum smeared on his boxers.

You almost didn’t notice him lower back to your pussy until he said— “yeah put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll make you feel good, y’trust me bunny?” He asked licking at your clit again.

You nod and mutter a “yeah, I trust you”

“Good, now can I get inside this perfect cunt?” He asked you as you nodded, “good girl, bunny” he said as he slid his cock in.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size, and used that time to give you a few hickeys on your collarbone and neck.

He moved very slightly and heard you quietly ask if he could move now, he nodded for you and moaned as he started moving. “mm’ffuck bunny, you feel so good” he said as his skin slapped against you.

“Your so warm around me” he said kissing you “just take it” he put more weight on you to fuck deeper into you, “yeah take it bunny, that’s my sweet bunny, sweet n’sexy bunny” he said.

“Too much for you? too deep for my bunny to handle?” He asked, even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t have stopped, only if you asked him too, he could tell you enjoyed this, maybe even a bit more than him.

“You still okay baby?” He asked as he went quicker and harder into you “y-yeah” was all you could get out before he kissed you again. “Fuck that’s it, yeah..” he trailed off as he slammed harder, if that was even possible.

“My perfect bunny” he said, “y’close? Yeah?” He asked as you nodded at his first question, “me too, m’gonna come with you, yeah” he said kissing your cheek.

“That’s it, shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come” “mm’ffuck” he started getting a little lost in it two, as he began whimpering and trying to go quicker for you to reach your high.

“You want me to come in you bunny?” He asked, “yeah you’d like the idea of having some kids with me after I fill you up, huh?” He asked again as he was on the verge of coming. “I’d love to fuck some bunnies in you” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him.

He reaches down and starts playing with our clit, “yeah you love that baby, you should see your face” he says rubbing only a little bit faster, “want you to come with me” he said.

“fuck” he said softly as he came along with you, and kissed you gently, his movement didn’t stop he continued sliding his cock as deep as he could in you but he was slower now, more gentle almost.

He gave you a second to rest before he slid out of you slowly, making sure you’d feel all of him.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, “it’s leaking out of you bunny” he said as he stared at your guy’s cum mixed together, “you look so… sexy” he said “wanna get a taste of what we’re like, together” he said as he lowered himself down to your cunt again.

“m’no, too sensitive right, right now” you mumbled as you pulled softly at his hair. He chuckled quietly at your attempts to pull his face away from your cunt.

“Your too sensitive? I know baby, I know” he cooed “you can come for me again bunny, you have one more left for me, no?” He asked with a soft tone, hoping it would help his chances.

You decided to nod, you wanted it, you’d wanted him for a while now so why would you turn down his offer down.

He lapped at your pussy, sucking at your clit and even kissing it at some point, it was all so much and you came faster than the last two times. Maybe it was because you were sensitive, or it could possibly be because he was the first guy in your life to be so good at eating pussy.

He pulled away and laid down next to you while pulling you to lay on your side to look at him.

“been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted and placed another kiss on your cheek, “me, me too” you said relaxing, and snuggling up closer to him for more warmth.

“Really, I guess you should’ve worn a bunny costume sooner huh?” He said chuckling, “maybe” you simply said as you smiled at him. “Hm, I think we should clean up” he suggested and you nodded, “we should talk about, us” he said.

Right, now that you’ve had sex with your roommate and long-ish time crush, you should establish what you two were now. “C’mon bunny, I’ll clean you up, I’m sure a shower together would be nice right?” He said, as he picked you up by the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, a shower does sound good” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“and, since my bed is a mess how about I sleep with you tonight, wouldn’t want you to get cold” he said as he carried you into the bathroom. “Yeah” you said.

“you didn’t actually mean what you said right? That you liked the idea of fucking me to have kids, or as you said bunnies” you asked, “ah, uh, well I don’t hate the idea of having some bunnies with you, don’t get me wrong you’d look, great, pregnant” he chuckled “but only if you want them too, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as much as want and need” he said in a reassuring way.

“I don’t know if, having kids in university is the best idea, but I’m not opposed to having your babies” you said, it caught him by surprise, he had to take a quick moment to collect his thoughts.

“Yeah, but, you would look hot pregnant”

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The end 😊 (happy ever after idk)

[nicksnosering]

I Hate Myself For Loving You

~Toxic Chris Sturniolo One Shot~

TW: toxic! chris, marijuana, no aftercare, chris is a dick

This is my first story I've ever posted on tumblr, so pls be nice!

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me: hey, you coming over tonight?

read at 9:06pm

It’s been 4 hours since I sent that text, and almost 2 since it was marked as ‘read’. I bit my lip, sighing as the internal debate on whether I should double text or not was practically eating me alive. Grabbing my phone that I’d been trying too hard to ignore off of my nightstand, I swiped it open and decided fuck it.

me: christopher. stop ignoring me.

The response came through almost immediately.

DO NOT ANSWER: why?

I rolled my eyes, pushing aside my pride as I sent my next message.

me: just come over.

DO NOT ANSWER: i’m busy.

me: doing what, fucking ur other bitches?

DO NOT ANSWER: yeppppp

me: ok 👌🏼

I groan out of frustration, throwing my phone back onto my nightstand. God, he’s infuriating. We’ve been fucking for close to five months now, and every time it seemed like there was any sort of breakthrough, like maybe he actually liked me or cared about me, we went right back to where we started. I press play on the remote, but my mind is spinning far too fast for me to actually focus on the TV.

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. If he’s going to treat me like an option instead of a priority, he can go fuck himself. I grab my phone off of my nightstand again, hovering over his name before shaking my head and pressing ‘Block Contact’. Just like that, five months down the drain. 

I ignore the aching feeling in my chest, like I’m about to be ripped open from the inside, snuggling further in my sheets and letting the warmth envelop me before slowly drifting off to sleep.

The peacefulness of being unconscious didn’t last long. 

I woke to the sound of my front door being pounded on so hard, the hinges sounded like they were about to fly off. I turn and check the time on my phone blearily, the screen reading 2:13am. I pull the covers off and pad over to the door, rubbing my eye as I unlock it. The door immediately opens, and I look up to find Chris staring at me, eyes slightly red and hair messy. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed, briefly looking me up and down before brushing past me and walking straight into my living room.

“Get out, Chris,” I say tiredly, vaguely gesturing toward the open door I’m still holding.

“Nah, I’m good,” he responds, falling back onto my couch and kicking his feet up, resting them on the coffee table. His hands go into his hoodie pocket, and I watch as he pulls out a preroll and a lighter.

“I’m serious. Get the fuck out,” I say, slightly more aggressively, ignoring the way my heart squeezes in my chest. I watch as he flicks the lighter and the end of the preroll turns a bright red. He takes a hit, inhaling deeply and looking back up at me.

“So am I,” he breathes out. “You’re not going to block me and expect me not to fucking show up expecting an explanation.”

I shut the door and sit down next to him on the couch, turning to him. His hand immediately goes to wrap around my waist, and I hate myself for the way I want to curl into it. Even with me being as mad as I am, he still looks insanely hot, his sleepy eyes tracing over my figure in my pajamas. He knows I love when he wears that stupid fucking black hoodie. 

I push his hand off of me, scooting a little further away and wrapping my arms around myself.

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” I ask. 

He smirks, throwing an arm around the back of the couch before shrugging. “You love it.”

“No, I fucking don’t,” I growl, watching as he takes another hit. “And open a window or something, Jesus.” He knows how much I hate it when he smokes in my apartment. The smell lingers for a few days and all it does is remind me of him, of how much I can’t stand myself when he leaves after letting him in, again and again.

He leans forward, placing his hand on my thigh and rubbing it softly before blowing the smoke directly in my face. I stare at him, unimpressed, and he chuckles. “Come on, ma. Don’t be upset. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Do you really expect me to forgive you for being an asshole just because you’re here now? At 2 in the fucking morning?” I glare at him. Goosebumps emerge on my thigh as his fingers continue to rub small circles into it, and I shiver.

His lips curl upwards as he takes another hit. “Your body sure seems to,” he says cockily, putting out the preroll and wrapping his arms around my waist. My body does betray me this time, and I lean into him as his fingers trace my hipbone. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you tonight,” he whispers lowly.

“Yeah, I’m sure I was the first thing on your mind when you were balls deep in another girl,” I huff. 

He laughs. “Okay, she was first. But you were second.” His hand comes up to my jaw, cupping it softly and forcing me to look at him. “Stop acting like you hate me. We both know how this night is going to end,” he says, leaning in and capturing my lips with his own.

I whine as I try to pull back, but his hand on my jaw stays firm, holding my mouth against his. His other hand slowly slides up my thigh until he finds the waistband of my thong, and his finger hooks underneath before letting it go, resulting in it slapping harshly against my hip. I yelp and pull back, and he chuckles as his fingers rub the red mark softly.

“God, you know how hard it gets me when your cheeks are all flushed like that,” he mumbles, dipping his head down and beginning to suck on the skin directly above my collar bone. I let a small moan slip, and grit my teeth at how little willpower I have when it comes to this man.

“Chris, stop,” I whisper, but it sounds too breathy for my own liking. He pulls off of my neck, admiring the mark his teeth made briefly, before looking back into my eyes.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, grabbing my hips to pull me onto his waist. My thighs rest on either side of his and he grinds up into me, his hard erection rubbing against me through my paper-thin pajama shorts. I groan, letting my head fall onto his shoulder, and his fingers dig in, grinding me against him roughly. A small whimper leaves my mouth, slicing through the silence in the room. I wince, stilling my hips, trying to regain the last semblance of composure I have. 

My heart squeezes in my chest as I look down at him beneath me, my brain flooding with every toxic memory of us together. The time he kicked me out of his car, leaving me stranded on the side of the road after an intense screaming match. The time he called me a fucking bitch in front of his friends, laughing in my face. The time he swore he didn’t go and fuck that girl I hated in my biology class, promising he wouldn’t do that to me. 

That one hurt the most, considering I had to find out from my own sister 2 grades below me. 

But with the bad came the good, such as the mind-blowing orgasms and the way his mouth fit against mine and the way his fingers fit into me just right, crooking and teasing and pumping exactly the way he knew I liked. Like he knew my body better than I did. 

With my jaw set, I place my hands on his chest, steam practically blowing from my nostrils. I hated myself for this, and he knew that, and I knew he knew that. Any attempts I have at stopping this now are futile. My body needs him. 

“Fuck you,” I breathe heavily, rolling my hips against his. My mouth trails to his jaw, his neck, down his chest, and a low moan escapes him as his fingers find their way to the waistband of my shorts, slipping down the front and past my thong to gently rub at my entrance, before plunging two fingers deep inside without any warning. My hips jolt forward, meeting his fingers where they connect to his hand before he starts curling them inward, and… my last shred of self control has completely dissipated. 

I feel his chest rumble with laughter as a few small moans leave my lips. “If you insist,” he whispers, thumb finding my clit and giving it a few lazy circles. My head falls forward onto his chest and I can’t stop myself from biting into his shoulder to quiet my moans.

His other hand tangles its way into my hair, yanking my head back and forcing our gazes to lock.

“You can cum if you want to, but you know I’m getting inside that cunt one way or another.” His thumb speeds up across my clit and I can feel my body shaking, getting close to plummeting over the edge.

My eyes flutter shut, and I’m quickly rewarded with another sharp tug on my scalp. “Look at me,” he commands. And when my eyes meet his, I feel the waves washing over me, convulsing as he speeds up his fingers, mercilessly working me through my orgasm. 

I slump forward into his chest, and he pulls his fingers out quickly, leaving me empty in more ways than one. He wraps his arms around my waist and stands up, carrying me to my bedroom and tossing me onto the bed carelessly.

He pulls his hoodie over his head, tossing it into the corner of my room, and strides back over to the edge of the bed. His stature towers over me, and my mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts, not a single one of them protesting this any longer.

I’ve accepted what this is.

More than that, I’ve given up.

I’m irrevocably in love with him, regardless of his feelings toward me, and I can’t bring myself to care about the hurt it’ll bring. The hurt it has brought. All I can think about in this moment is getting him inside of me, and I try to disregard the niggling feelings in the back of my mind about how I’ll feel after.

There is no after. There’s only now.

My hand shakes slightly with anticipation as I reach up, tugging at his belt buckle and popping it open. I slide his pants and boxers down in one motion, and my legs spread on their own accord as he leans over me, lining himself up.

“I love you.”

It’s nothing I haven’t said before, but each time I do, I hope for a different outcome. Something other than the eye roll he always gives me, huffing and silencing me with a palm over my lips. Each time, I hope the sting is lessened, that he cracks and shows me the soft side of him I know has to be in there.

And if that’s the definition of insanity, then I should’ve been locked up months ago.

He scoffs, pushing inside of me to the hilt in one quick thrust. “I know,” he responds, hand coming up to wrap around my throat and prevent any further confessions from coming out. 

My moans are unstoppable as he pounds into me with brutal thrust after thrust, only caring about working towards his own orgasm. I thrust back against him, rolling my hips to meet his each time he’s fully inside, thinking that maybe… maybe if I’m good, maybe if I’m better than that other bitch he fucked tonight, he won’t run off like he always does.

Maybe he’ll want a round two. Maybe he’ll stick around for another joint. Maybe he’ll cuddle me after.

Maybe he’ll stay.

I push the thoughts aside, trying instead to focus on the intense amount of pleasure coursing through my veins and lighting up every nerve ending in my body. 

His chain rocks back and forth, slapping his chest in time with his thrusts, and I watch as his tongue darts out to lick away a stray bead of sweat trailing down his face.

His grunts are filling the room, mixing with my own to create a beautiful melody I want to record and play on a loop forever. His curls are falling in his eyes and his stomach tenses with each snap forward of his hips, and he consumes all of my senses as my body shakes and writhes beneath him, pleading for him to slow down and begging for more in the same breath.

I whine when he pulls out to just the tip, and his eyes stay glued to mine as he slams back in, causing me to let out a loud gasp. A smirk settles on his lips as he repeats his actions, and I feel my body coming completely undone, succumbing wholly to him.

“Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he muses, panting heavily. He releases his hold on my throat, gripping the back of my calf instead and wrapping it around his waist, moaning at the pleasure the new angle brings. “So needy and wet every time. Like you were made for me.”

And I was. There is no one else.

It’s just him.

I can feel his thrusts getting sloppier, and I watch his eyelids droop as he continues his conquest over me, every muscle tensing before I feel his release inside of me, hot and heavy, marking me as his. Claiming me.

He groans loudly as he works his way through it, not sparing a single drop. I wrap my other leg around him and pull him as close as I can, not wanting to to let him go and be forced to accept it’s over.

When he’s finished, he drops down onto me for a moment, and I take my opportunity to brush my fingers through his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. We lay like that for a while, but it’s far too short for my liking when he peels himself away and stands up.

My eyes follow as he goes over to where he threw his hoodie, pulling it back over his head before grabbing his boxers and doing the same.

All I can do is watch helplessly, begging with my eyes for him to stay. To get back into bed and hold me, kiss my shoulder and whisper that it’s always been me too.

He chuckles as he buckles his belt, situating it on his hips before looking back at me. “That was probably one of our best ones yet.”

“Yeah,” I respond emptily. I sit up and wrap the blanket around myself, feeling far too exposed now, both physically and emotionally.

“Alright, ma. See you later,” he says, messing with his hair absentmindedly before deciding its okay, and I watch as he grips the handle of my bedroom door, swinging it open.

“Chris?” I ask.

“Hmm?”

“Stay.”

He looks taken aback for a moment, but regains his composure quickly as he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “I’m good.”

And with that, he’s gone, and I feel my heart shatter a little bit more as I’m left alone, sticky and sweaty and naked, with nothing but the smell of weed lingering in my apartment to keep me company.

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PT 2

[niphredil-14]

pls write some fluff for raph <3333

its 2 am rn so i just want something comforting to read lmao. maybe some headcannond about trying to get a peaceful nights sleep while ur crime fighting boyf sneaks back into ur room after patrolling/a mission?🥷🥷🥷

ty bby

METRONOME OF AFFECTION (2012 Raphael Hamato/Reader) Warnings: some pining, some light insecurity, lots of fluff, friends to lovers word count:1794 notes: tumblr wouldnt let me post this all at once so i was forced to break it up.

Protecting a city as massive and crime filled as New York was far from an easy task, no matter how many people were on the team, and in some cases, the team could add more to his plate than they took anything off of it. From small annoyances, and petty arguments to full on battles, it didn't take long to wear Raphael down, he could feel his patience falling away from him like loose scutes. Every little inconvenience and setback sticking to him like algae on his shell. By the time that the bright moon, clouded by the fog and smoke rising from the city, had begun to set over the skyline, Raph's feet were dragging with every step, his very bones ached, and what risked becoming a permanent scowl had carved itself onto his face, his mouth curving downward, pulling awkward lines down his jaw from his beak. The group had all been heading towards their go-to sewer cap, located in a small, cramped alley in the Italian district, right next to a small Mom-and-Pop pizzeria that they had April and Casey frequenting on their behalf. The closer they got to their equivalent of a doorstep, the more Raph's appetite lessened and a strong sense of dread set into his chest. He did not want to end his less-than-ideal night with going back to the lair, with people who has spent the past six hours doing nothing but getting on his nerves, only to brood and stew in his misery, holed up in his room or the dojo until the stars rose yet again as the next evening dawned, where they would all rinse and repeat their ass-kicking and name-taking routine, he needed an escape, and he knew exactly where to go. He had stopped walking, letting his brothers and friends build a gap between them as he slowly melded with the shadows, turning and heading east. After five minutes or so, he would send them a text, just before he arrived at his destination, letting his family know that he was okay, and that it was just a bit early for him to crawl back to the sewers to hide from the world again. Pausing after sending the text, letting the dim blue-light from the screen minimally illuminate his face, he hesitated on their fire escape. The window led into their living room, and he could tell that there was not a single light on in their apartment, save for a small night light kept plugged into the hallway outlet, so that they didn't trip if they had to get up in the middle of the night, as they so often did. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb their sleep, he knew that with everything they had going on in their life, that they weren't getting nearly enough, and yet he couldn't stop himself from at least slipping in to use the first aid kit they kept underneath their bathroom sink, and making sure that they were okay. He placed his fingers underneath the window, and let out an exasperated sigh when it lifted open without resistance. The number of times he had warned them to keep all their windows locked was as impossible to count as the stars with the naked eye. He faced the evil of the city every night, he knew what hid in the shadows, he knew the monsters that would give anything to hide in their closet or under their bed, he could be counted among them, though for contrasting reasons to the other freaks and low lives. Silently crawling through their window, with some struggle due to his sheer size, he made his way to the kitchen first, grabbing a glass of water, and some of the snacks they had begun buying once Raphael's visits became more frequent. He smiled to himself in the dark of the kitchen, his heart touched at seeing that they had restocked his favorite snacks. After having a quick bite, he snuck into the bathroom, taking out the first aid kit an patching himself up where needed, which fortunately for him, was not much, he hadn't gotten more than a few cuts, and only had to remove two bullets. He slid the kit back into the cupboard and shut the door behind him, walking as quickly as he quietly could towards the end of the hall, where their bedroom was.

The door was closed, but he could hear their soft breathing behind the door. Their breaths were slow and even, and he was sure that they were in a deep sleep. He felt as though he shouldn’t intrude, but they had always told him that he was always welcome, no matter the time or the day, and maybe, he thought, he should just do a quick check to make sure a necklace they forgot to take off wasn’t choking them and that there weren’t any intruders or creepy-crawlies hiding in the room, waiting for the perfect moment. And so, he slowly opened their bedroom door, cringing at the low squeak that resulted. He froze, waiting for any sign that he had disturbed them, but their breathing did not change, and they only slightly shifted. It wasn’t the first time that he had shown up in the middle of the night, and though he always felt so guilty about it, he knew how it usually ended, with them tucked close to his plastron, as the two cuddled close underneath the comforter, drifting off to sleep, with only a small stream of light creeping in through a small crack in the blinds. And yet, though this was far from his first time entering without prior notice, he was afraid. Afraid that it would be the last straw, that they would turn him away, tired of his company, tired of his existence. Despite his fear, the turtle took a step into their room, and then another. He walked around the perimeter of the room, checking the closet, the blinds, and any other potential hiding spots, before making his way over to the side of the bed. He did not lift the covers, just stood there, blocking the small bit of window light, and casting a shadow over their form. They looked so peaceful that he couldn’t help but just stop and stare, unable to fathom how someone as gruff and rough around the edges as him, someone with a shell even harder than their head, could end up with someone who made them feel so soft. Looking down at his friend, the one he had loved for what felt like several lifetimes before his own, he felt a sense of hopelessness. He loved being close to them, and yet he was so sure that they could never feel anything more than platonic, if even that, for him. Sometimes his brain turned its rudeness towards him, yelling at him that they only ever kept him around out of the kindness of their heart, out of pity, that he was a charity case, that they would never willingly want to be with a mutant such as him. In a moment where he wanted to be close enough to crawl inside their skin, but was to fearful of the rejection, he could only grant himself any sort of reprieve from the tightening of his heart, by lightly brushing his finger along their face, tracing swirls on their cheek. Being with them was as torturous as it was heavenly, they gave him a safe haven when he needed an escape, but with their gift of hospitality, their bright smile and caring eyes had planted a seed of sickly sweetness deep within him. He didn’t know how they had managed to reach through his plastron to tug directly at his heart strings, puppeteering him like a string marionette, but they had and there was no one else he would rather have such control over him. And just as he was about to let his hopelessness consume him and leave, their eyes slowly blinked open, their head lolling to face him as their gaze followed his arm up to his shoulder, jaw, then face. A sleepy, almost drunk-like smile graced their features, and his heart swelled. In a moment of vulnerability, they had smiled at him, so genuinely he was convinced that it couldn’t have been an act of pity.

“Hey, Big Guy.” The exhaustion seeped into their words, slurring them. His voice caught in his throat, and he coughed, clearing his throat.

“Hey.” He replied, trying to pull his hand away from their face, unsuccessfully, as they grabbed his wrist and tugged them towards them, lifting up the covers for him to crawl under. He sat down on the side of the bed, undoing the wraps on his feet and hands, and taking of his belt an harnesses, finally taking off the bandana as well, before finally climbing into bed with them. It was a small bed, twin size at best, which did not leave much personal space between them. He hovered his hands on his side, until they shifted forward, hugging him as they buried their face in his shoulder. “Sorry for waking ya,’ Doll.” They shook their head, nuzzling into him some more in the process.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Raph. You know I’m always happy to have you. It’s been too long.” He gave a light chuckle, caving to the cuddles they both craved, and pulling them even closer to him.

“It’s been three days.”

“Exactly, that’s far too long to be without my love.” Raphael sputtered, and he was sure that if reptiles could blush, that he would be red as the first roses, dyed with the blood of Aphrodite herself.

“You love me? Like, love me, as in, a more-than-friends kinda way?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“’Course I love you, Raphael, you think I’d let anyone else break into my apartment at five in the morning to wake me up for a cuddle sesh? You’re my everything.” As embarrassing as it was, he could feel his tail thump against the mattress behind him.

“You’re my everything too.” Raphael replied. He wanted to tell them that he loved them too, but the words were too heavy in his throat, and too scary for him to let escape just yet, so he settled for mimicking their last sentence, and lowering his beak to gently press against their forehead, to mimic a kiss as closely as he was capable of with his beak. Giving them a tight squeeze, he shuffled even closer to them, nuzzling the top of their head, and drifting off to sleep, with their hearts synching to beat together as a metronome of their affection.

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(A/N: I have literally never written a fan fiction in my life so this is going to be an adventure. I have an eighteen chapter series planned for this if things go well. I am a white girl that grew up in the middle of nowhere, USA, so if I get any British slang wrong or accidentally mess up something when it comes to his culture, please correct me! I am completely open to concrit.

Other than that, there’s not many triggers in this chapter. Kinda new to Tumblr, I was an embarrassing teenager the last time, pls don’t look at my posts, so I don’t know what needs to be tagged. There’s some fighting, but nothing graphic or gory. Mentions of theft. That’s about it. I am going off of the interview with the directors that say that he is an adult, and there will be smut in later chapters.

Please let me know what you think! I will also do requests for one-shots if anyone has anything in particular they’d like to see.)

Reckless Driving

Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

The crunch of glass beneath the PVC of Doc Martins seems to become an increasingly familiar sound. The stretch and curl of fingers in her gloves causes the sound of metal claws scraping together to echo through the showroom of the commercial jewelry store, barely audible as an alarm blares heavily above her head. The night vision equipped in her helmet makes it easy to see the glass case she’s peering down at, and with a slam of a gloved, clawed fist, the barrier shatters into a hundred sharp, sparkling pieces that fall to the floor and the display below. Claws curl easily around necklaces and rings, dropping them into the cargo pockets of her pants.

She knows how long it takes the police to show up, and she knows that she has three minutes left, if she’s lucky. She’s been here longer than she usually prefers to be, having had a difficult time busting the first display open. The police scanner in her ear chatters away, reports of her misconduct and theft a hot topic. She scoots to her left, repeating her earlier process, and zipping up the pocket when it feels heavy against her thigh.

She turns on her heel to dash to the employee exit in the back, but finds herself colliding with something, a mix of blue and red and black. She stumbles back, eyes widening beneath her masked helmet. Her first instinct is Spiderman, who she is more than well acquainted with, and not in any way that could be deemed positive. Her fist flies through the air without thought, stopped short when it’s grabbed mid trajectory and used to push her back into the broken display case. Her back arches to avoid sharp shrapnel, and she kicks a leg up, outsole colliding with a denim clad knee.

Denim? She pauses her onslaught long enough to get a good look at who exactly has wandered into her crime scene. An eyebrow raises beneath the LEDs of her helmet as she takes him in. This, this was not Spiderman. What looked to be heavy liner circled the mask’s eyes, dripping down below the eye holes. The suit was covered in spikes, both built into it and adorned with bracelets, and belts, and even protruding from the leather jacket that hung loosely on his frame. A guitar was strapped across his back, strings messily sprouting from string trees.

She was pulled from her analysis when a heavy boot made contact with her chest, sending her flying back into the cash register of the jewelry store. She could hear sirens approaching over the sound of the alarm screaming, and she knew flashing lights were only moments away. Her eyes flickered back up to the man encroaching on her space like a predator stalking its prey.

“Man, look at the time,” She spouts, notes of sarcasm and nervousness sprinkled throughout her otherwise surprisingly even tone. “Guess I should probably head out.” She continues, throwing her upper body to the side to avoid another well aimed kick. This time she notices the yellow and blue of ladder laced cords.

“Blue laces, huh? Seems like an odd color for someone working with the cops.” She taunts, managing to pull herself over the counter of the cash register, shoving open the door to the back room with her own boot as she backs herself up.

The man seems to pause for a moment, running his eyes over her figure with a look of confused conflict. “Y’know lace code?” He asks, and she can’t help the laugh that bubbles from her throat.

His accent is thick, and it’s immediately apparent to her that he is not from around here, though New York was known to have a melting pot of people. His voice is deep, but not intimidatingly so, and she finds she actually quite likes it, even from the small sampling she’s heard so far. Her eyes glance down to her own laces, strung up in a similar fashion. One side yellow, the other side purple.

“I might,” She finally answers with a grin, knowing that the duration between the question and her answer was probably long enough that he knows she was taken aback by his accent.

She turns the lock to the back exit with clawed fingers, being as delicate and quiet as possible as she continues to attempt to distract him long enough to get herself out the door.

The heel of her palm presses against the metal lever of the doorknob, her eyes locking on a shelving unit just a leg’s distance away.

“I like the pin,” She mentions, gesturing with her head towards the large A of the anarchy symbol adorned on his jacket. When he glances down in an effort to see which one her eyes have locked on, she kicks her leg out, sending the shelf crashing between them, creating a makeshift barrier.

She knows if he’s anything like the Spiderman she’s used to, he’ll make quick work of throwing it to the side, but it’s a divider long enough for her to slam her hand down and barrel out of the metal door keeping her from her motorcycle.

The pads of her non-gloved fingers press down hard on a button strapped to her thigh and the bike roars to life in a brilliant light show, greens and purples illuminating the dark alley. She throws a leg over the seat, straddling across the leather as her foot slams into the gas, lurching forward as the metal door flies open again to reveal the lanky frame of the man she’d fought with moments prior.

By that point though, she was practically a bat out of hell, motorcycle weaving through alleys so fast that she wasn’t much more than a blur. To be fair, she’s well aware that he could probably catch up to her if he wanted to, using the webs to leap from building to building. Track her down, wrap her up, deliver her to the police.

For some reason, it doesn’t surprise her when he doesn’t.

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He couldn’t be arsed to chase after you, if he was being honest. First of all, this was a chain, and the markups on the shit they sold was enough to make his anarchist blood boil. Combined with the fact that the cops were out to get her, (and he would rather die than be seen working in collaboration with pigs), it seemed less than important to go swinging through a city he wasn’t entirely familiar with to repossess some cliché engagement rings and some overly gaudy necklaces.

So he knew it wasn’t guilt about letting her get away that rattled around in his head a day later. That conclusion lead him to where he was now: staring down at his boots as they moved him through the night, barely cognizant of what was going on around him as he shifted through thoughts that seemed to pop up faster than he could shoo them away, akin to pop-ups on a shady website.

His tongue ran back and forth over the metal of his lip ring, feeling the shift of piercing to flesh with each passing movement. A stem he often found himself utilizing when he was overwhelmed with his own mind.

He’s only pulled from his thoughts when a familiar sound erupts through the silent air from across the park he’s meandering through. His head snaps in the direction of the noise, pierced brows furrowing slightly. The rumble of a bass guitar, clearly played by someone with experienced fingers, because the tune sounded incredible.

Through the light foliage, definitely planted by a city council in order to make the area look more ‘organic’, he was just capable of making out a feminine frame propped on the black plastic playground border. He couldn’t say he recognized the song, but it definitely had an edge to it. A bite. He liked it.

She didn’t seem to notice him as he made his way over, eyes locked on the way her fingers caressed four thick strings, and the way they reverberated as she pulled away from each one, the timbre of each note filling the air.

“A little late to be putting on a show, innit?”

He can’t choke back the laugh that climbs from his chest when her head swings up to make eye contact with him, her fingers stuttering on strings that release a roar upon her mis-strum. He makes note of the way her eyes widen, akin to a deer stuck in the headlights of a car. Clearly she wasn’t used to people stumbling upon her little solo jams.

“Not much of a show.”

The woman in front of him mumbles, her eyes downcast once again in embarrassment, though he was just capable of making out the dusting of blush that adorned the apples of her cheeks. He settled himself on the plastic divider next to her, brushing off a piece of mulch that threatened to fall to the grass outside of its designated area.

“Not sure about that, princess. Can’t say I wasn’t enjoying it.”

He watches her blink a few times, face twisting in confusion a little as she glances up at him. He takes the chance to let his eyes wander the details of her complexion: the little laugh lines on the corners of her lips and nose, the way her eyes shimmer in the dim light of the lamp post, the gloss applied to her lips.

“Princess?”

She asks, and he realizes that she thinks he’s some prat trying to harass her in the middle of the night. He gives an apologetic smile, his lip ring reflecting the lighting and enunciating the gesture.

“Seems like I’m about to make a total cock-up of this whole situation.”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead, warm flesh brushing cold metal bumps of thick metal captive beads.

“Promise I’m not tryna chat you up. It’s just a ‘abit.”

He watches her frame deflate from the bristled posture it held moments prior, and he relaxes slightly as well, leaning back as palms dig into rough wood shavings. His eyes wander her before he gets to her shirt and the back of his large, ringed hand hits her shoulder.

“You like R&B?”

He asks, fingers gripping on the hem of the black material and pulling it slightly to flatten the material so he can get a better look at it. Her lips twitch in discomfort for a moment, an action he doesn’t miss, and he pulls his hands away, not embarrassed but feeling a little bad for what definitely seemed like harassing this girl now.

“Erykah Badu is the background track to just about every trip I’ve been on.”

She says softly after an extended silence, and the little grin that climbs the corner of her lips is not lost on him. Maybe she wasn’t completely under the impression he’d lost the plot. He pulls his phone from his pocket, glancing at the time.

Then he glances at it again, eyes widening. How had he managed to fuck around until two in the morning? If people weren’t pissed because they were looking for him, they’d be pissed the next morning when he couldn’t drag his arse out of bed.

He was honestly a little disheartened by the fact that he’d managed to absolutely flounder the entire conversation, just to pick himself up right as he had to leave.

“Really should get going. I’m absolutely gutted I couldn’t ‘ear you play more of that bass.”

He says with a grin, long legs pulling to a stand as he tried to remember what direction he’d come from and how to get back. His spidey-senses tingle right before his hand wraps around his wrist, and he yanks it away at the last second out of instinct. She seems dissuaded by the rejection, and he does his best to soothe the burn with a grin.

“Sorry, doll. Just not used to being touched.”

He apologizes, raising horizontally pierced brows as an invitation for her to speak her mind. It’s the least he could do for harassing her and then fucking off right as they started to actually have a conversation.

“Do you think I could have your number?”

He’s no stranger to being hit on. He’s no stranger to being the one to hit on others, either. And he can’t deny that she’s a very beautiful woman. Still, he knows better. This isn’t his universe, and he’s not here to make friends, and especially not here to shag around whatever version of New York this was.

“I’m flattered, really. Can’t say I think that’s the brightest idea though. I could be mad, y’know?”

The woman’s shoulders drop slightly at being pied off, and he reaches out to set a hand on the pewter gray of the shoulder of her shirt.

“Don’t take it personal though, princess. I’ve just got a lot on my shoulders at the moment.”

He reassures, letting his hand drop back down to his side and turning on his heel before he stared at her too long and changed his mind. The last thing he needed to do was find himself attached to a civilian, especially one that he’d have to dimension hop for. The cons far outweighed the pros.

Hobie Brown was a rebel, but he wasn’t daft.

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THANK YOU FOR THE K2 FIC RECS... IT MEANS A LOT ... !!!! esp putting so much oh my gosh i'm definitely spamming who you tagged for more fic recs

if it isn't a bother again: do you also have any cryle fic recs or any other ships you like? i know kivea is like. the biggest cryle enthusiast out there

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yesyesyes pls give mumu and mint all da love of fics to ur hearts content!!!!!! KIVEA IS THE HUGEST CRYLE ENTHUSIAST OUT THERE, i would recommend all their works because i think i literally read all of them bc i love their stories so much HAHAH. Kivea if you see this, thank you for your hardwork FORREAL. ALSO it's never a bother, i really love receiving asks!!<33 i primarily sit in the style, k2 and cryle ao3 tab honestly, so i haven't ventured far out from the main three i ship! SO SINCE you asked about cryle, here are some cryle fics that I can recommend below!!

Red Solo Cup | Cryle, Style | T | TW: none author: startwithsnail OK.. THIS FIC IS SOOOO GOOD AND IM NOT EVEN SAYING THAT BC THE AUTHOR WROTE IT FOR MY BIRTHDAY LMFAO BUT LEGIT this fic is everything i envision cryle to be. the pacing, the characterization, the WRITING EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO GOOD. THE ENDING ALSO GAGGED ME I WAS LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET UP IN THE AIR AND SCREAMING AHHAHAHA im so blessed that my really talented friend wrote me this :'(((( what did i ever do to deserve her. HER TUMBLR IS @amporella IF YOU WANNA GO GIVE HER SOME LOVE!!!!!!!!!!1 <333333 SUMMARY: Kyle, notoriously unlucky in love, has his reasons to be hesitant on party games - especially of the romantic variety. He can only really think of one person who dislikes them even more than he does. But maybe there’s something that can make it worthwhile for both of them? I'd Tap That | Cryle | G | TW: none author: alister312 STOOOOOP THIS FIC WAS SO CUTE. Dryad Kyle too, it's such a treat to read HHHHH.. i don't want to spoil this fic for you but you won't be disappointed at all!!!!!! craig is so so adorable in here too <3 BANGER AFTER BANGER!! this was also written by my friend @alister312 if you wanna show them some love too :3c <3 SUMMARY: If only Cartman paid just a little more attention to his familiar, if only Tweek wasn’t being such a child about the break up, if only potions didn’t suck ass and learning it had seemed even a little worth it, if if if—

If only, then Craig wouldn’t be here, crawling ass-backward away from the pissed off dryad floating above him. I Want To Hold You Like You're Mine | Cryle (Side Style) | E | TW: smut author: wonderfultweek i need to tell you that this fic is so good. like oh my god, you can feel the emotional connect both craig and kyle are having with each other here and it's so raw and soft. i will say there's style in the beginning but it's stan cheating on kyle so if that's not your cup of tea then feel free to skip this recommendation!

SUMMARY: But he isn’t sure how much information he really wants to reveal right now, and his emotions are still simmering hot just under the surface of his skin. It’s a dangerous road to go down so soon, but he also wants nothing more than to let out his anger and his hurt in hopes that Craig will validate him.

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"What the fuck, Craig? How can you sit there and tell me there’s nothing wrong with me when I’m a complete fucking mess?”

“Because I-” Craig stops himself, that guarded look returning. He nearly looks fearful at whatever it is he almost admitted. “I get it. I understand.” When I'm With You, I Don't Want To Be | Cryle | E | TW: smut author: wonderfultweek DSSSSSSSSGSKGJI09EUW4HERJOPLDHE59Y0ERSPFDBJOGF8OILKFFHJGFLDKHJHGKJFDLKJHEEYIROHLKSGDFHSJLFSHJDSFLKHJ. that is all. no, jk, but i am literally rolling around because of this fic, everything in it left me waNTING MORE. I LOVE KYLE AND CRAIG BEING EACH OTHER'S LAST RESORT OK maybe i really am toxic idk /lh SUMMARY: Maybe he’s just disappointed that he doesn’t have someone to sit around and be miserable with. Even if all he and Craig do is bitch at each other, it’s better than sitting here alone, perched on the kitchen counter while he watches everyone have a splendid fucking time. ok this is all i have time to recc KLJDSGLKJSG IF I REMEMBER OR FIND MORE ILL REBLOG THEM HERE. ILY ANON. (...*links kivea's ao3 just in case*)

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hiya lovelies ! i'm lis (21+, est, she/her) and i'm excited to introduce you all to my part-time hooligan, full-time late night radio dj - ✨jesse ✨

i'm going to apologize in advance as i am a smidge rusty when it comes to roleplaying on tumblr so pls forgive me. but i promise to not make it super obvious kjnfskjnds so feel free to just ignore me as i figure everything out again but inevitably screw something up but! give this a like and i'll hop on over into your dm's for some plotting or if d*scord is more your speed we can do that too.

» anyways -- all my info about jesse can be found HERE on his page.. but a quick tldr; jesse is basically a hooligan who ran away from home he got kicked out with the hopes of being able to live out his dream of working in the music industry somehow. right now he works at a local radio station as their night time dj but has bigger aspirations to one day become a producer.

» jesse is a very friendly and out there kid, he can be a bit blunt and his freewheeling/impulsive ways probably rub some people the wrong way so while there are people out there that like him, there are probably others that don't. it's also highly likely he's a little bit of a fuck boy?? bc he just hasn't really cared about anything before now but with his new job he's taking super seriously? hey who knows man.

✨ as for some random wanted connections? ✨

› some random music industry friend/acquaintance? i'd love for jesse to have some friend he can be truly envious of (not in a malicious way, just some healthy jealously). whether they're an idol, a producer or even a dance/vocal coach of some sort? someone in the music industry that jesse can aspire to work with in the future. › a hooligan friend -- someone who would be down to do stupid shit with him, be the devil in his shoulder and encourage his general hooligan behavior › the angel on his shoulder -- basically the good influence and the polar opposite of above. someone who encourages him to stop acting like a teenage boy for the most part lmao › some sort of found family shit -- this boy needs some actual people who care about him, big time. › some hometown friend/acquaintance? -- someone also from jeonju maybe?? former friends or they're just vaguely aware of each other, someone who knew jesse when he was still just seunghwan. › also literally anything else, i love all plots

again, i'm sorry this is lowkey a hot mess but i am so excited to start plotting with all of you <3

[ask-tankman-fnf]

Okay I know what you said in the tags about getting unsolicited positivity in your inbox.. And you absolutely do not have to entertain this with an answer if you aren't feeling up to it, but I just wanted to let you know that I really liked your writing style and interpretation of Tankman! And even if you no longer want to bother with this blog or even this community, I believe that you at least deserve to leave knowing that you did make it better during your stay ;w;

opening up tumblr again after downing a whole? cup of coffee in two gulps and being greeted by this? made me unlock new emotions!?!?!?! anon get back here

[goldilockswrites]

Can I have a 6 w/ vic pls??

Thorns // Victoria De Angelis

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Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her. 

Warnings: Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.

A/N: Hey, guys! This is the first fanfiction from my prompt list and I was so excited to post this one; this is an old fic, that I reworked to fit the request. 

Hope you enjoy,

Axe <3

P.S. I know Vic doesn't smoke, but this is all fiction, so anything is possible ;)

P.S.2. This is inspired by a true story and was first written with different names, so any similarities with real people are unintentional. 

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Victoria watched the sea, losing herself in the rhythm of azure waves. Her eyes - set on the horizon, face glowing peach from the last rays of the dying sun. Puckered lips bore the resemblance of a smile, wide enough to show that she was enjoying the sound of her own thoughts. Ava stepped closer, dry leaves crunching under the soles of her sneakers, yet she stayed quiet, allowing Vic one last moment alone. 

“You’ve started smoking again.” Thorn-like voice drawled. 

“I am not smoking.” The blonde didn’t turn around.

“I can smell the cigarettes on you. Don’t lie to me.” Ava reached out for Victoria’s hand. 

“Why do you care?” The bassist hissed; her palms, burning from Ava’s fingertips. 

“You promised me you won’t smoke!” 

“And you promised me you won’t leave.” Tears brimmed Vic’s eyes; her vision getting cloudy.

“I’m sorry.” Ava’s tone breaking. “I need you.” She admitted. 

“I needed you, too. I needed you when I cried all night long, when I bruised my knuckles from punching the bathroom tiles, when I stood in front of the mirror and hated what I saw on the other side… When I was in the hospital every other day, because I couldn’t stop shaking and gasping for air. Where were you when I needed someone to hold me through my panic? Where were you?” Victoria had started yelling; she could taste her tears on the tip of her tongue - bitter as poison. Silence. “You weren’t there! You weren’t there, because you left me! So tell me after you lied to everyone and made me lose them, what could you possibly need me for?” 

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” Ava fiddled with her rings.

“Mad at you? Absolutely not. Mad at you doesn’t even begin to explain it! Anger is primitive, anger develops after sadness; it trails behind, always. I am not angry, I am disappointed that you didn’t keep your promise. That you destroyed me!” The blonde walked down the beach, kicking small stones out of her way. 

“I didn’t mean to destroy you.” 

“But you did.” Victoria cuddled into her jacket. “Now, what did you need me for?”

“I’ve just felt extremely depressed lately… And I thought I’d share with someone and I just remembered how well you always understood me and how you were always supportive and …” Ava’s voice trembled.

“I could have changed.” The blonde looked at the horizon. Another pause of awkward silence torn by her voice. “You know… Before you asked me to date you, you said a girl broke your heart… Well, I found her. And I saw how you treated her and how you spoke to her and all the posts about your dates… And then I realised, you never treated me like that, even though I always put you first. I gave you the kind of love that was a shield when you needed it and freedom when you wanted it. So, please tell me, why did you leave? Did you find someone better? Someone more successful? Was I really just a replacement? Did you even care about me a little bit, miss “I’d love to still be next to you”!?” 

“You didn’t change. You can’t.” Ava was right. It was painful to admit, but she was. Victoria didn’t change, she was the same on the inside; only the outside had gotten thicker. 

“What do you need?” The bassist sighed. 

“You will help me? After all I did to you?” 

“When I wrote in that journal, that I’d die for you I meant it. Sucks, I'll have to die alone. You know my number, call me when you want something.” Victoria crossed over the small, stone bridge that led to the city. 

She threw herself in the first pub she saw on the way, submerging herself in thoughts and drinks. It took a lot of condensed pain to produce each drunk she saw sitting by the bar, storm and clouds were enough to break both a soul and heart, especially as fine as hers. So she found herself drowning in wine, all giggly, dancing with random strangers and lighting cigarette after cigarette, until the annoying stinging from her break-up had halted. For three months, without calls, or messages with someone who had become to her more important than oxygen, the only times she wasn't in pain were when she was drunk or smoking, if not both. 

***

The voile shirt draped around Victoria’s body, gently cascading down her curves. Red specks soaking into the white fabric - her bloody nose. Teardrops, stained gunmetal from shimmery eyeshadow, chased to her jawline, planting bitter kisses to delicate skin. 

“Babe?” The blonde turned around. The right side of her bed wasn’t empty for the first time in what felt like forever. “Are you ok?” The voice echoed through the small room like a storm over the sea; cold, azure waves crashing in moss-covered stones. “Do you remember what happened?” Iron fingertips gently tracing her neck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Victoria croaked, her chest heaving up and down rapidly. 

“Yes, yes. It’s me. Now do you remember anything?” The woman stroked the blonde’s hair. “Aside from meeting your piece of shit ex, of course.”

“She isn’t a piece of shit.” Now this was anger. Fire burning ocean irises. Spite mixed in with saliva. “Don’t be like my sister, please. I have had enough of her bullshit, just to listen to you too.”

“Your sister is right.” Y/N fixed the blanket over Victoria’s trembling body.

“Don’t pretend.” The bassist’s breath shook.

“Pretend what?”  

“That anyone cares. I know for a fact, that if she had a choice she’d run, like the rest of them. She always assures me that’s not the case, but… She’s still a human… And if I couldn’t keep Ava…” Vic wiped new tears with her icy fingertips. “I hate this. I hate this. I HATE MYSELF!” Y/N winced as she watched the girl breaking down in her arms, toppling over like a house made out of cards, thinking she was completely unlovable. 

“You love. A lot. You love with your whole being; with each cell in your body, without sparing any love for yourself. You love so much you set people free, instead of suffocating them with your adoration. You let them grow in your space and you learn to stay on the sidelines, to support them and aid them when they need you; and then you slowly swallow your own heart to survive. You deserve better.” 

“I don’t. I don’t, because people like me… We don’t get to have people like Ava.” Victoria continued on crumpling. 

“People like Ava deserve a nap on the concrete, or in a jail cell for hurting someone as beautiful as you.” Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind the bassist’s ear. “Look at me, Vic.” The blonde lifted her blurry gaze. “I love you!” The woman placed her hand on the musician’s shoulder. “I love your eyes, and your smile, and the way you giggle after you say something stupid. I love how you look when you are sunken deeply into your thoughts, and I love you when you are happier than sunshine. I love you when you twirl around the kitchen, and when you sing, and when you play your music. And I love it when we go out and you drag me into vintage shops, and I love it when you say my name. And I love it when you hug me, and hold my hand, and when you pull me close. I love you. A lot. And I think I deserve you. More than Ava.” Y/N exhaled. “Look, if you don’t -”

“Y/N. I love you, too. And I never knew you felt this way! Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I was afraid I love you too much and that would scare you away.”

“Y/N… I love you. I love when you are being a dumb fool, who can’t read any of the signs I’ve given you for years now that I am madly in love with you. And I love when you are trying to love me, even when I am the most unlovable person. And I love that you don’t hand out promises just because. And I love your little rituals. And I love the bouquets you keep at home. And I love it when you swoon over art, and technology, and cars, and food, and coffee. And I love it when you laugh and talk… I love you. I love you to pieces.” That’s all it took for them to lean in; meeting in the middle. A passionate kiss that made everything make sense; the years of longing for real love, the waiting; 

“I love you, Victoria! Damn… I can’t believe how long I’ve waited to say this. I love you, Victoria De Angelis! I love you! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

[poursomesunaonme]

living room mural

author’s note:

minors for the love of god please dni

hi friends! happy kinktober! i’ve been hard at work making sure this was finished before the end of the month, y’all 😩😩 but anyways, here’s the finished product since my brain is officially mush 😎

but (more, i think) importantly, this is my first ever upload to tumblr (and soon ao3 once i get my account set up hehe)! i have a few more WIPs, especially one that i’m dead set on also releasing later this month! but i’m super excited to finally get on here after pining about it for months:)

i’m happy that i’m finally feeling like uploading my work somewhere and making new friends, so here’s to new beginnings:) also i still suck at working tumblr so we’re learning (pls bear with me this makes me feel so ancient); also if any of you beautiful souls have the time to beta read, it would be so, so, so much appreciated!<3

so, without further ado…

🤪🤪🤪

what could be more innocent than a home reno with your partner satoru gojo? the answer: literally anything (or nothing), this is the lovable fuckable gojo we’re talkin about! he takes painting the town red to a whole other level;)

word count: 11.8k (and no i’m not sorry)

content/warnings: reader is afab; established relationship w/ satoru; NOT beta-read (if anyone wants to help pls message me😭); about a gazillion pet names, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, choking, teasing, a microscopic speck of angst, praising, slight degradation, spitting, body painting (bc i’ve been on this shit for weeks now), does that count as exhibitionism if it’s plastered on the walls, reader is blindfolded, biting, breeding kink, daddy kink, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, edging, squirting, a sprinkle of fluff, gojo antagonizing poor nanami

(we’re gonna pretend that this paint is non-toxic and won’t permanently damage skin pls ignore how down despicable i am for this concept🥺😭)

The pungent scent of fresh paint and sawdust flooded my nostrils as I rolled the first coat of paint over the primed walls. The first stroke of beautiful white paint against the shit brown left me nearly breathless. I wanted to sit down and marvel at this step of progress, but the satisfaction of even a single stroke had me craving the finished product.

Before I got back to work, I closed my eyes, listening to the sound of Satoru working outside. He was sanding down the wood to build a bookshelf in the living room. The drone of the sander starting and stopping would provide a good rhythm for my work. A smile rose to my face as I heard him talking to himself in the same animated manner that he would use in speaking to other people. I sighed, looking back to the wall I had to tackle.

In a frenzy, I went to work, the roller gliding over the wall with ease. The streaks of paint turned into even blotches of beautiful white, which after thirty minutes of aching-inducing labor, was a finished work of a completely white wall. I stood back, setting down the roller. My fingers nimbly massaged my shoulder as I swung it around a bit to get out the cramps.

I had two more walls of white to do before I started on the last wall that we agreed to paint an olive green. The accent wall also happened to have the fireplace on it, which I was going to leave for last with how tedious the work would be. I went to the kitchen to grab a drink, deciding to make one for Satoru as well. Admiring the wall once again, I passed through the living room and looked out the back door, seeing him hard at work. The sweat glistened brightly on his forehead, accentuating his face that was contorted in focus on his task.

I kicked open the door, laughing at his face brightening when he saw me with his refreshment. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the bottom hem of his tank top, revealing his toned abs. I sighed, content, as he left his work to sit on the steps with me, groaning as his butt hit the cement. He lifted the goggles that he was wearing, setting them on his forehead. I handed him his drink wordlessly, watching his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down the water.

Together, we looked out in the yard, bright with the light of the afternoon sun. It was the point in the day where the sun seemed to shine the brightest before the hue changed with the golden hour. The stacks of supplies littering the grass were the only indications that we were in the middle of a home renovation. Satoru’s work station was meticulously set up in his own specific way to make his task easier.

I set down my cup next to me after taking a sip, wiping the condensation of the glass off on my jeans. Flecks of paint littered them, down to the cuffs. Surprised, I pulled out the hem of my cami, seeing that I had also somehow gotten paint on the front of it as well. I guess I made the right decision to wear clothes I didn’t care too much about. Sighing, I picked up my glass once again, gulping down water to satiate my thirst.

“I have two more white walls to do, then it’s onto the fireplace wall,” I told him, our sweaty arms sticking together in the afternoon heat. As much as I enjoyed sitting with him in silence, I wanted to know how his work was coming along. He finished his water with a dramatic “ahh,” setting down the empty cup next to him.

“I have a lot more wood to sand down,” he commented, gesturing to the stack he had next to his workbench. “I did not think this through. Do you still want a bookshelf? I think that maybe we could do without it.”

I chuckled, nudging him with my elbow. “Yes, ‘Toru, I want one. But we can always just buy one from Ikea.” I smirked, mocking him with my next statement, hoping to injure his pride enough to spur him to finish the task. “But I at least thought that the best would be able to finish a simple bookshelf. Guess I was wrong.”

The corners of his mouth turned into a frown, lost in thought for a moment. I laughed as he jolted upright, playing right along into my hands. “I’ll finish it!”

Planting a quick kiss on my lips, he sprinted back to his work, grunting as he picked up another board and set it on his table. The sander turned on, doing its work as Satoru guided its movements with ease, muscles rippling in the afternoon sun. I watched for a bit, sipping my water as I watched him begin to sweat through his tank with his added effort. The sawdust that flew from the wood stuck to his skin.

After a few more minutes, my drink was finished. I set my hands on my knees, grunting as I stood up. Satoru noticed me taking my leave. I waved to him, which in response, he winked, gritting his teeth as he held the sander in place. I plucked our empty cups from the step, and entered the house once again. I set them in the kitchen, then got back to work on the next wall.

The work was easier as I got into a steady rhythm, even switching hands on occasion when my right arm started to wear out. The work was repetitive and calming; letting out a gruff laugh, I considered switching jobs to become a painter. It was exponentially less stressful than teaching. With a sigh, I stood back, realizing that in my reverie, I had finished the last two walls, both of which didn’t have anything that I had to paint around, making them easy to finish without incident.

I smiled to myself, wondering how Satoru was doing with his work. He had been so excited when he came up with the idea (it was more me putting the idea into his head and him taking the credit for it) of building a bookshelf for me, a light colored one that contributed to the peaceful atmosphere of the living room. I knew it would be the perfect piece that we had been looking for to complete the layout.

I sat down next to the can of green paint, prying it open and then dumping a healthy amount into the pan. I picked up the other roller, watching as it soaked up the pretty olive hue. Staring intently at the wall I had to tackle, the only thing I had to worry about was the fireplace, which we were still picking out a color for. Pieces of my hair fell out of my disheveled bun, tumbling into my eyes. I brushed them away, quickly deciding that I was going to worry about painting the wall directly next to the fireplace at the end of my work.

I thought halfway through the wall that being a professional painter would definitely be a viable side job, seeing as I was now working efficiently and had ascertained easy tips to make the work seamless. After I had finished the unblocked parts of the wall, I started at the bottom of the fireplace with a new, smaller brush, carefully tracing next to the painter’s tape. Both sides were finished quickly enough, only leaving the top of the mantle to tackle.

The fresh paint smell had attached to my body, my nose not even used to it after the seeming hours I had spent applying it to the walls. Standing on my tiptoes, I attempted to reach and stroke the paint blindly across the back edge of the mantle. No matter where I stood, I couldn’t see over the edge, and I certainly didn’t want to use a roller and get more on there than I needed. Sighing with frustration, I set down the brush on the pan. I straightened up, raking a hand through my hair, trying to figure out another way to tackle the situation.

“Only you can make painting look this good,” Satoru commented from behind me. I whirled around, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, covered in sawdust, arms crossed over his chest. His goggles were up against his hairline, pushing the hair up at a funny angle. I smiled, planting my hands on my hips and sauntering over to him. He whistled at my sultry approach and planted a kiss on my lips when I reached him.

“‘Toru,” I started sweetly, trailing a finger down his chest, “now that you’re here, would you be a doll for me and paint the spots above the mantle? I can’t reach.”

He stooped down, pressing a kiss into my sweaty forehead. “Of course, love.”

I clapped my hands, spinning back around and beginning a trot back to the fireplace. Satoru kept pace with me easily with long strides. I squealed as one of his large hands collided with my ass. I cast a glance at him, seeing the devilish grin that his spanking had caused.

He plucked the brush from the pan, dabbling a bit to get more on the bristles. With ease, he stood at the mantle, not even having to stand on his tiptoes to see what he was doing. I watched with arms crossed as he set long strokes across the base. His back muscles pulled taut and released with grace with his movements, the sparkling of his sweat glistening with the setting sun filtering in through the windows.

The sawdust that was sprinkled across his body had begun to fall off as his sweat dried, adding a certain kind of magic that only he could embody. He applied a few more strokes, then let his hand fall to his side, examining his work. Once he deemed it presentable, he turned back to me, an endearing smile gracing his lips.

I gently padded over to him, feeling like I was floating on air in the approach. He glided over to me, eyes looking me up and down from under his lids. I bit my lip, which seemed to surprise him as his eyebrows raised. Without warning, he lunged forward, brush extended. I tried to recoil, but my reflexes weren’t fast enough for the huge streak of paint he spread down my shirt.

I looked down at it, then back up at him. He let out a laugh, tossing the brush to the side, not bothering to look as it clattered over the covered floors. I jumped at him, swatting at him playfully. He grabbed my biceps with force and pulled me close to subdue me. It worked, but not before I squirmed in his embrace, making sure his shirt was covered in paint as well.

After I had stopped moving, his grip loosened and he pulled back, examining my shirt with a mock concern. He tugged at the hem, seeing that the stripe of paint had spread to cover the whole front of my shirt during our tussle.

“Hun, I think your shirt is ruined,” he commented, corners of his mouth turning up at the sight of my indignation. “Think you should get rid of it now.”

I decided to take his comment literally. I shoved him playfully, pulling it off over my head, revealing my bare chest. His jaw dropped as he tried to croak out a response to my actions, but I beat him to the punch.

“Guess I had no choice but to take it off,” I murmured, glancing at his shirt as well. He took the cue, slightly fumbling with the hem, but not making any move to remove it. I took a step toward him, my heart beginning to race. The afternoon air wasn’t nearly cold enough to make my nipples hard, but the sight of Satoru sure was. The golden light shining through the windows made him look like an angel with the way it illuminated the dust around him and the sweat still sitting on his skin.

“I think that would apply to you too, ‘Toru,” I teased, closing the gap with another step as I reached for the bottom of his shirt. He continued a forward movement, pressing his whole front against me, igniting a heat between my legs.

“‘Mkay,” he murmured, lifting a hand to gently stroke my hair. He tugged a bit, showing me the paint between his pinched fingers that he got from a few strands. I swatted his hand away, forcing his attention onto me. “Take it off then.”

A smile rose to my lips as I obliged happily, nimbly tugging his shirt up to reveal his chiseled abdomen. The sight never failed to take my breath away. I let my fingers skim over his muscles as I pulled his shirt up over his body. His arms lifted gracefully to make my job easier, and after throwing it to the side, he was bare chested.

Before I could lift my eyes to meet his, his lips met mine gently. A tiny moan left my lips as I let my hands find his arms. They skimmed up and down over his skin, eliciting heavy breaths from Satoru. The sawdust made things difficult, as it seemed to be everywhere and was rough on my fingertips. He pushed me backwards, beginning to get handsy as his tongue swiped over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth in response, letting out another moan, this one louder than the first, as his hands wandered around to my backside, giving my ass a solid squeeze, a cheek in each hand.

At the sound that I had made, I opened my eyes to see his reaction - which I was not in the least disappointed by. His eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed as his pupils blew out. Any sense of reservation with me was gone as soon as the vibrations left my throat. Half pushing, half carrying me, we collided with the fireplace wall.

The wet paint stuck to my skin, the scent once again invading my nostrils. I pulled away from the kiss, chest heaving. Satoru gave me a questioning glance before diving down to plant open mouthed kisses on my neck. My hands met his hair, lightly pushing him away, but he didn’t pay my efforts much attention.

“‘Toru, t-the paint’s still wet,” I squeaked as he sucked on the skin. He mumbled something against my neck before biting it lightly, tugging the skin between his teeth. The heat between my legs burst into an even more intense fire at Satoru’s passion. A feral groan left my lips as that one action sealed the wet walls’ fate for the night.

“Fuck it,” I sighed, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Our lips collided again as he took full advantage of my eagerness, wrapping me up in his arms completely. They provided a buffer between my bare back and the green paint that covered it nonetheless. With a low moan, his fingers looped through the belt loops of my jeans, tugging me impossibly closer to him, eliciting a gasp that passed between our mouths.

The moment seemed to spark something within him as he pulled back from my mouth. I pouted, trying to stand on my tiptoes to reach his mouth again. My fingers danced across his shoulders, trying to ascertain from his facial expression what he wanted. He towered over me, eyes darkened with lust.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, pulling on my loops to emphasize his words. My response was immediate, obeying him fully, sticking out my tongue slightly as well. His hands untangled from my belt loops, ghosting over the skin of my chest up to my throat. One hand tightened around it while the other stroked my cheek lovingly. I blinked rapidly, waiting for him to do anything else.

I didn’t have to pout for much longer, as he had paused for a minute to gather spit in his mouth. Pursing his lips, he parted them slightly, letting a dribble of spit through them. Not faltering in my pose, I let it hit my tongue, watching intently as the rest of the warm liquid left his lips. Once he had finished, he gave my throat a light squeeze, signaling for me to swallow it. I obliged, taking it in full and giving him a sultry smile afterwards.

“God, you’re so hot,” he growled, our lips meeting once again. His hands left their position and wrapped around my waist once again, pulling me closer to him. As I was pried off the wall, my nipples perked at the cold hitting my back. It was accompanied by the strange feeling of the paint beginning to dry on it.

It wasn’t long before he slammed me against the far wall. At least, I thought it was. I was so disoriented already from Satoru’s intense onslaught of passionate kisses, but I didn’t care. One wall was already ruined, what was the hurt in fucking up the others?

The kissing was fierce, passionate. Both of us fought for dominance, though it was always Satoru who won out in the end, even when I decided to take control and pin him against the wall instead (which, in any case, I knew he enjoyed). Over and over we turned, covering every inch of the wall with our bodies.

It seemed that Satoru shared the same mentality, as the process repeated itself again and again until I pulled back to catch my breath. I glanced around, and a laugh escaped my lips. Satoru sighed, following my eyeline until a guffaw left his lungs as well. Our surveillance led us to the discovery that the initial makeout had left my entire backside (ass included) covered in green paint; this in turn, with Satoru’s slamming me against the far wall, had led to my ass displayed on every inch of it.

“Well, that was something I didn’t expect to ever see on the wall of a house,” I commented, bumping into my lover. He chuckled, planting a kiss on my temple. His arm wrapped around my waist, the warmth of his body sending a shiver through me.

“I personally love the view.” To emphasize his point, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it, leaving his hand covered in paint. “I think it’s missing something, though.”

“And what’s that?” I looked at him, seeing the usual devilish grin spread across his face. He didn’t even have to see my face to recognize the quizzical look that I would give him when he had one of his crazy ideas.

“Well, two things.” He held up two fingers to me like I didn’t know how to count. “First of all, I want your bare ass there, so take off your jeans. Second, mine isn’t there!”

I laughed, the sound echoing throughout the empty room. “What are we gonna do, slather paint all over your ass and have you stamp the walls?”

“Yeah? What else?” His nonchalant tone drew a giggle from me. My eyes widened with glee, not expecting him to have been serious at all. He turned to me, face brightening at my enthusiasm.

“Oh, this is gonna be golden!” I smirked, getting the paint roller and the pans of paint. Together, we stripped down bare, throwing our pants in a pile where our shirts were. Since my prints were already there, Satoru was adamant about getting painted first. Indulging him, I knelt on the ground, prying open a can of paint that we had bought in the hopes of finding a use for it. The pretty lilac color poured out into our spare paint tray. Satoru giggled in delight as I soaked the roller and gestured for him to turn around.

“Okay, it’s gonna be cold,” I warned, not hesitating to start to roll the paint on the back of his thighs and over his ass. He squealed like a schoolgirl, wincing at the temperature on his sensitive skin. “Chill out! You’ve faced worse than this, you baby.”

He didn’t say anything, but stilled his body as I put more than was needed on his skin. After I covered him with a copious amount, I tapped on his calf. “I think you’re good to try.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see!” He ran over to the wall and leaned against it, making sure his legs were flat against it as well. He gave me a dramatic look, crossing his arms to emphasize his mock impatience. Lifting his arm to check his imaginary watch, he sighed.

A soft smile rose to my lips, watching his theatrics. The golden light filtering in through the window illuminated him beautifully. The sawdust was almost completely shaken from his skin, as was a result of our fierce kissing earlier; however, a few motes still unstuck themselves from him and drifted away, looking like little fireflies in the dazzling light.

He sparkled like Christmas lights, standing there so nonchalantly, yet looking like a Renoir. The shadows cast by his handsome features cut so deep against his skin, the crests and valleys of his toned muscles like a landscape I felt like I had yet to explore. Eyes widening, I shook my head to bring myself from my staring.

“I don’t think it would take that long for it to settle,” I told him with a knowing smile. “Hop off and let’s see it.”

His eyes widened at the odd sensation as he pulled away from the wall. I gasped, seeing the stamp of his ass. I knew it was going to be hilarious, but the imprint of his ass seeming to hover over the backs of his thighs in the middle of the wall sent me into a fit of laughter. His laughter soon followed when he saw the shapes.

My stomach began to ache as I laid down on the ground, still in throes of giggles. Satoru came and sat down next to me, smoothing my hair down, watching me chuckle at the scene.

“Isn’t it just a work of art?” he commented. I rolled my eyes, sitting up and getting my own paint tray with the olive green still sitting inside of it. I stood up, turning and gesturing to the tools.

“My turn!” I sang, wiggling my ass. Without fail, Satoru’s hands cupped the bottom of it, lifting and shaking it. I craned my neck to see him watching it jiggle in wonder. With a sigh, I turned back around, waiting for him to roll paint onto it. Without warning, his teeth sunk into the fleshy skin.

“What the fuck!” I yelped, whirling around to flick him in the forehead. His teeth flashed into a grin as he narrowly avoided my fingers, picking up the roller instead. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“What? I just couldn’t help myself.” His sweet tone threatened to make my teeth rot. While it hurt at first, the pleasure of it was beginning to hit as the irritated skin began to heat up. I shifted uncomfortably, not exactly wanting to ask him to do it again, but wanting it all the same.

“Just paint my ass.”

“Now that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d hear coming out of your mouth,” he snickered, not even warning me that he was going to start. I sucked in a breath at the cool feeling on my bare skin, not wanting to show my discomfort as much as he did. The coolness felt wonderful on the spot where he bit me. He finished in a few seconds, the foreign sensation ceasing as quickly as it began.

I ran over to where he stamped the wall and sat against it. The height difference made me giggle as I imagined the print of my ass barely level with his thighs. After a few seconds, I pulled back, grimacing at the sticky sensation. I turned around and slapped a hand over my mouth, seeing the plumpness of my ass on the wall.

“We should frame that and put it in the Louvre,” Satoru joked, coming up beside me and wrapping an arm around me. I turned to him, pulling closer, our chests pressed against each other. My mouth was slightly ajar, not even wanting to say anything to him. We were both naked, and I wanted him.

When he looked down and saw my expression, he licked his lips hungrily before our lips collided. The kiss deepened without hesitation, with Satoru’s tongue slipping into my mouth. His arms enveloped me easily, pulling me closer, roaming all over my bare back. The gentle skim of his fingers sent shivers down my spine. He tilted his head down slightly, breaking the contact of our lips but not the rest of our faces. Our eyes met as we panted heavily.

“Lay down, sweets,” he murmured, cupping my face in his hands. I nodded and obeyed without a word, the tarp crinkling underneath me. A low whistle escaped his lips as I spread my legs for him, the cool air hitting my heat. He crouched down, marveling at the view before moving in closer. As he crawled to settle between my legs, something other than the tarp crinkled.

Our eyes widened as we looked to the source of the sound, finding that Satoru had accidentally placed his hand into the lilac paint. I opened my mouth to protest as Satoru shrugged and proceeded to continue his approach, but he held his clean hand up to his lips.

“Let me paint you, baby,” he murmured. I swear he could’ve slid inside me then and there because his statement nearly made me gush. His soft white hair tickled my inner thighs as he reached his journey’s end. He looped his arms around my thighs, his left hand smearing wet paint all over my leg.

The slippery sensation felt amazing as he squeezed and massaged them, planting kisses on the sensitive skin of my thighs that made my pussy flutter. He sighed, hot breath tickling the needy skin, before licking a stripe from my entrance to my clit. I moaned, arching my back at the contact. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold on for dear life. He chuckled lowly, his painted hand untangling from my leg. He watched, beginning to suck on my clit, as his hand snaked up my body, leaving a trail of lilac paint.

Satoru’s huge hand kneaded my tit, leaving a handprint to mark his territory. I squirmed in his grasp, the chilly paint causing my nipples to perk into peaks. He pinched one as he buried his face in my pussy, picking up the pace. The movements of his hands were exaggerated, as he was entertaining himself by smearing paint all over my torso (of course he would be).

I pulled him closer by the hair, moans spilling from my lips. Even with my eyes squeezed shut, I could imagine everything that he was doing with the heightened senses that my arousal gifted me with. His other arm unwound itself from my leg and trailed up my torso, arriving at my mouth.

“Open up, princess,” he cooed against my pussy. I did as I was told and he didn’t hesitate to slip his pointer and middle finger inside. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking obediently, swirling my tongue around his fingers to coat them with my saliva before he pulled them out.

“Good girl.” He spread them apart, watching the trails of spit that webbed his fingers. He rubbed them on my clit, then swiftly plunged them into my cunt. I cried out as he curled them upwards, finding the spot he knew so well. He swirled them around a bit, finding a good rhythm and watching me squirm before gracing my clit with his mouth once again.

The second he began eating me out, I could already feel myself getting close. I couldn’t help that each exhale was an obnoxious moan; Satoru knew my body better than I did. The slurping sounds that came from between my legs would make a nun blush as he worked his hardest to bring me to a climax.

The heat spread everywhere on my body as the complementarity of Satoru’s rhythmic fingering and incessant tonguing worked together to stimulate me. My legs began to shake as my eyes rolled back into my head. My fingers pulled harder on his hair, telling him to keep it up since I couldn’t form the words with my own mouth.

“You’re close, hm?” he purred, scissoring his fingers against my velvet walls. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping him against me so he couldn’t escape.

“Mmhm,” I managed to squeak out. Without a word, he picked up his pace to reach a superhuman speed, my pussy throbbing against his mouth. The muscles constricted and loosened rapidly as it sucked his fingers deeper into my cunt. The intensifying loudness of my moans were telling of my quick approach to my orgasm.

“Cum for me, darling,” he egged me on, watching in satisfaction as I unraveled before him. I cried out, legs seizing up as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. He continued his onslaught, mouth and hand working to keep the stimulation going, while his other hand was still massaging my breast.

The waves of pleasure began to ebb away, and the stars cleared from my vision. I sighed happily, massaging Satoru’s scalp as he slowed his pace. My body jerked occasionally, still in the throes of the ebbing orgasm. He picked his head up, planting kisses up my abdomen, settling on the breast that he hadn’t covered in paint. His other hand remained in my cunt, still massaging my g-spot. Since his mouth wasn’t there, he used his thumb to rub my clit instead. My head spun as he tongued and sucked on my nipple, setting off fireworks all over my body.

“S’toru,” I whined, “kiss me… please?”

He released my nipple with a soft pop, teeth flashing in a luminous smile. “I love it when you beg for me,” he murmured, twisting his fingers deliciously. The buttery smoothness of his lips brushed against mine, fueling the flames in my belly. I melted into him, pliable as putty as he worked me into another climb up the mountain of pleasure.

“Ngh, fuck!” I choked out, gripping his shoulders. My moans were quickly muffled by his mouth on mine, enveloping the soft tissue and every sound that came from it. His lips were impossibly smooth, contradicting the roughness of his fingers that rolled within me. Satoru’s teeth bit and tugged on my bottom lip, before parting my lips with his tongue and gently sliding it inside my mouth. His face pulled away, watching my expression contort with neediness. The paint drying on his spare hand, he reached past my head, fumbling with his clothes.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but it quickly snapped shut when I saw his blindfold dangling from his hand. The grin on his face was telling of what he was going to say, and I was more than eager to agree. Before I knew it, Satoru was slipping the blindfold over my head, settling it gently over my eyes, surprisingly all while still keeping a steady rhythm massaging my g-spot.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” Satoru’s voice showered down on me from his position above. I could hear the smile in his tone at the sight of me splayed out underneath him, completely at his mercy. The thought made me nearly gush.

“Uh-huh, ‘Toru,” I moaned sweetly, relishing in the warmth of his body on mine. The brush of his lips on my mout nearly made me jump out of my skin, but I soon dissolved into the contact as his tongue slid inside of my mouth. He threatened to swallow me whole, our tongues intertwining like snakes, salia mixing sloppily.

“Can you take another, pretty girl?” Satoru’s lips left mine and whispered the question directly into my ear. The ghost of his breath brushed against sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. A whimper escaped me, but I nodded, clinging to his shoulders. He didn’t hesitate to plunge an extra finger into my cunt, letting my walls assimilate to the stretch. He spread his fingers wide within me, eliciting a cry from my lips.

“Too much,” I mumbled, the familiar feeling of the tears prickling in the bridge of my nose as I struggled to take his three fingers. Despite my whimpering, he continued, relentlessly curling his long fingers to tickle the spot that ruined me every time. As he continued gently pumping his digits into me, my walls assimilated to the girth.

“Helpin’ you get ready for the main show.” The smile was evident in his voice as he planted a kiss on my open mouth, ignoring my eyebrows knitting together, ignoring the trembling of my entire body, but especially ignoring my knees weakly struggling to come together, blocked by his hips lodged between them.

The alien chill of paint covered the skin of my throat as his hand wrapped around it, gently squeezing. My head began to pound with each beat of my heart. After a few more moments of his fingers dexterously massaging the soft skin of my neck, his hand traveled upwards, grabbing the sides of my face and squishing them together.

“Open up for me, darling,” he purred. I could feel brilliant blue eyes, darkened with lust, as they pierced through me. My mouth went dry as I forced it open. My tongue protruded, waiting for what I knew was to come. His finger brushed against my cheek as he pushed the blindfold up slightly, allowing me to watch the scene that unfolded. Without fail, Satoru stuck out his own tongue, watching lazily as the spit he gathered dropped from one mouth to another.

The fire in my belly exploded at the feral gleam in his eyes, at the renewed ferocity that he plunged his fingers into my cunt, at the tantalizing movement of his thumb on my clit. A gurgle escaped my lips at a particularly potent movement within me that zapped like electricity throughout my veins. My nails dug into his skin as I fought to keep my head from spinning off.

“Uh-uh,” Satoru tsked, shaking my head back and forth easily to emphasize his words. I hadn’t even realized that my mouth snapped shut. “Don’t swallow yet.”

A tear slipped from my bleary eyes, rolling down my cheek. His lips were on my face in an instant, kissing the wetness away. My lips trembled, along with my whole body, as Satoru’s digits wreaked havoc within my velvet walls. The fire in my belly spread throughout my limbs, rendering me a shaking mess as my orgasm came barrelling at me.

“S’toru?” I mewled, drool spilling from the corner of my mouth. He fixed his attention on me without words, eyes gleaming at me as they watched me struggle to string sounds together. “Can I swallow now?”

The question must’ve sounded so silly with the amount of spit impeding my speech, but Satoru only gently kissed my forehead, his voice rumbling against me. “Of course, princess.”

As the warm liquid descended down my throat, one of my hands ceased gripping his shoulder like a lifeline and fumbled around the tarp. I could feel his eyes looking inquisitively at me, but I ignored it as my hand found what I wanted. The gooey viscosity of the olive paint coated my hand. As I removed my hand from the tray, the excess paint dripped off, splattering onto the tarp. The foreign feeling of skin through the barrier of paint met my hand as I placed it on the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him closer to me.

My lips met his ear, the pungent scent of the fresh paint flooding my nose once again at the proximity. “Can I cum, ‘Toru? ‘M close, babe.”

With a kiss to my neck, he removed his dexterous digits. I cried out, surprised by the empty feeling, missing the stimulation both inside and out of me. Looking down, I saw that Satoru had simultaneously begun to line himself with my entrance. My eyes widened as I saw what I had been hoping for, biting my lip in excitement. His body twisted slightly as he reached for something behind him.

“You want my dick?”

He already knew the answer. A cheeky smile lit up his face, telling me everything I needed to know. His ego needed to be stroked. I needed to be filled. Mutual interests.

I shoved those thoughts out of my head, filling them with my desire for Satoru and Satoru alone. We had chosen each other, claimed the other for ourselves. Passion filled the air around us, had already begun to seep through the walls of the house as we made it our own.

I nibbled on my lower lip, blinking my eyes like a doe. He softened seeing my expression, leaning down lower so that the hair that cascaded down tickled my forehead.

“Yes, daddy.”

His thick cock plunged into my weeping cunt all while he wrapped his freshly painted hand around my throat. A struggling moan left my lips as my body attempted to become accustomed to both feelings, but the overwhelming intensity of being stretched by his cock and being painted as his property sent my head spinning.

The blindfold slipped down over my eye once again at Satoru’s slow but powerful thrusts, leaving me dazed. The tarp beneath us crinkled loudly at our movements, but we paid it no mind. His pace halted for a second, then resumed as his other hand joined in on the Pollock that was my body. His other hand remained gripping my throat as the freshly coated member roamed my body, coating it in the beautiful lilac paint.

I fumbled blindly for my paint tray, my wandering hands finally finding purchase once I gripped the plastic. I pulled it closer to me and plunged my hands into the cool liquid, not caring that paint was dripping everywhere - down my arms, onto the tarp. They slunk over Satoru’s body, coating him in the beautiful olive hue. As much as I wanted to see the art I was making, I also loved that it would be a surprise when he let me take off the blindfold.

The tip of Satoru’s dick knocked against my cervix as he picked up his pace, his cock beginning to twitch within me. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, holding him closer to me. He pinched my nipples, face buried in the crook of my neck as my neediness brought him closer to his high. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoisting myself up off the ground for him to get a better angle.

“Ah, fuck,” he panted into the sensitive skin of my neck, “you’re killin’ me, babe.”

I only smiled, tilting my head back at the way his hips rutted against mine, at the way his pubis rubbed against my clit so deliciously, at the way his balls slapped against the crease of my ass, dripping with the juices that flowed from my pussy. His tip nuzzled so perfectly within me that it brought tears to my eyes. My walls had stretched to accommodate his huge length, squeezing him so nicely.

The coil in my center needed to be unraveled. Moans poured from my lips as I used the leverage I had wrapped around him to feebly fuck him back, eliciting a string of curses falling from his mouth. Our tongues intertwined sloppily, ministrations pouring from mouth to mouth as we both approached our high.

“C-cum with me?” I panted against Satoru’s moist mouth. He only managed to get out a grunt as I felt him twitch inside me. He fucked me hard and fast, hot breath in my mouth. My wet hands roamed all over his body, quickly followed by my nails digging into his soft skin as fireworks exploded within me. Without warning, my orgasm hit harder than I expected, eliciting an obnoxious moan from my lungs as I held him impossibly close, squeezed him impossibly tighter.

That was all he needed as he came inside me, shuddering breath spewings against the soft skin of my chest as he planted open mouthed kisses against the unpainted inches of my breasts (at least, I hoped that he wasn’t ingesting paint). My walls continued to contract, milking him dry as I felt his hot seed spewing within me, painting the velvety soft walls of my sex.

My body convulsed with the power of the orgasm, my legs falling limp to the tarp, unable to hold themselves up anymore. His dick slipped out of me as my ass hit the ground, the empty feeling drawing a cry from my lips. I lay there, panting, feeling his cum leak out of me.

Satoru nestled into me, weighing on me like a security blanket, as we both recovered from our highs. My fingers tangled in his hair, relishing in the movement of his chest against mine, nothing separating us as we lay tangled on the floor of our living room, in our house, in the new chapter of our lives beginning. I pressed a kiss into his hair, letting out a content sigh.

I wanted to stay like this forever. To remain in the arms of my lover, on the floor of the living room in our new home. To freeze this moment where he was all mine, when his mind was only on me, on us, and nothing else. I knew that eventually we would both go back to work, he would go on amazing and dangerous missions, and I would be left alone in the empty house, waiting for him to come back. But, at least I would have this memory - I would know that I was his and he was mine.

“Let’s go on a field trip!” Satoru giggled, jolting me from my peaceful reverie. My hands flew to coat themselves in paint, as I knew that he was moving me away from the tray - and I wanted to continue with our game. His arms wrapped me up and lifted me. My nipples perked at the cool air on my back. Paint and cum dripped off my body as I wrapped my legs around his torso, squeaking at the slightest brush of his abs against my clit. In no time, we hit a wall. Satoru’s hands were on my ass in an instant, lowering me to sink down onto his dick.

A cry escaped my lips as I felt like being split in two all over again, our cum leaking all over his member from our last orgasm. A shudder rocked through my body as a breath hissed out of me. Nails burrowed into skin feebly to counteract the pain of his girth stretching me.

His fingers dug into the supple flesh of my ass, painting it with his lilac liquid as he easily suspended me against the wall. I felt the damp paint begin to streak across the wall as he bounced me up and down on his cock, his face buried in my neck, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

The prickly feeling of tears in my nose rose to a peak as my clit dragged against his front. Swollen from overstimulation, it throbbed weakly, my cunt weeping at the painful pleasure. Tears began to stain the blindfold as they fell from my eyes, just barely leaking out from underneath to streak down my cheeks. I sniffled, clinging to Satoru’s broad shoulders.

At the sound, a chill hit my neck as Satoru removed his face. His lips were pressing to my cheeks instantly, kissing the tears away once again. Warmth spread all over my body, being wrapped up in the arms of the Sun itself.

“Oh, princess,” he muttered, still peppering kisses over my face even though the tears were gone. “Don’t cry! Look how well you’re taking my cock. You’re being so, so good for me, sweetness.”

I mustered up a smile at his praises as his lips collided with mine once again. Pressing my back against the wall, I angled my body so that I was able to grind in circles on him. The overstimulation zapped within me every few strokes, but it was beginning to ebb away at the rising crest of pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Satoru groaned, beginning to fuck into me faster. By now, all of his cum had leaked out of me, splattering distastefully onto the floor. He seemed to notice the sound at the same time I did, as it fueled him further.

“Maybe that attempt might not’ve gotten you pregnant,” he hissed into my ear, self control beginning to dissipate. “Maybe I should fuck another baby into you, hm?”

“Uh-huh,” was all I managed to force out at the ferocity in which he began railing into me. His energy never failed to amaze me, and never failed to pleasure me. One of my hands flew to the wall to steady myself, smearing paint all over it in the process.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s see you pumped full of cum again, baby. Is that what you want? Want me to cum in you again?”

His ministrations were nothing short of animalistic as he pushed, pressed, pinched every inch of my body, beginning to nip at the skin of my neck as he began to lose control. My feeble mind could barely keep up with his physical and spoken output. My eyes squeezed shut under the blindfold, then opened, seeing nothing.

“Yes, please, ‘Toru.” My breathing came in gasps as my high drew nearer. I could see stars in the corner of my vision as the coil in my belly threatened to unravel, spilling honey from my sex at every thrust.

“Please what?” The teasing tone of his voice was a poor cover up at the desire for me to satisfy him, to play into his fantasy that he wanted - no, needed to make a reality.

“Please - ngh!” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My mind was fogging up, halting all mental processes. All I could think about was his cock drilling into me, my walls weakly squeezing to keep up with his pace. His lips pressed against my chest, tasting the salt that covered my skin.

“Say it, baby.” The softness of his voice soothingly flowed over my ears, gently caressed me and carried me to the precipice of my orgasm. I drew a deep breath, forcing my brain to put together sounds.

“Please let me make you a daddy!”

The words tumbled from my lips like prayers, falling on the ears of a sympathetic god, who showed mercy by pounding into my sopping pussy. My lover, while he was the one who physically dominated me, was easily emotionally bent to my will like a spring sapling. His pace faltered slightly, then picked up with a new vigor as he processed my request.

“Oh, that… that’s my girl!” he forced out, cock twitching uncontrollably within me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up, while the other reached to grab my throat. At the stimulation of the sensitive skin, he pushed me over the edge of my orgasm. We came together for the second time, mixing his seed with my juices once again as they both ran down my thighs, spilling onto his cock.

The cries that came from my lips could’ve made the neighbors call the cops. We clung to each other, suspended in a mindblowing orgasm, his hips erratically slapping against mine. Hot breath mixed between our mouths as our lips collided, soft moans expelled between the both of them. We were so close - our breaths were mixing, I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began, we were truly one.

“I love dragging you around like my little braindead cumslut,” Satoru whispered into my ear. My eyebrows furrowed at his unprovoked statement. As much as I wanted to inquire on why he said it, I couldn’t help that his words made my walls clench around him.

All of a sudden, his arms disappeared, and I was supported by nothing. Struggling to find my bearings, being blindfolded, I flailed wildly. Satoru’s laughter drew a smile from my own lips as he caught me again and set me down, letting me find my footing.

I wanted to slap at him for teasing me, but my brain was still recovering, still searching my other senses to make sense of my reality. Before I could string two thoughts together, his hand was on the small of my back, guiding me a few paces away. Without warning, he pushed me over, sending me slamming face first into a wall.

“Fuck! ‘Toru, that hurt!” My whines fell on deaf ears as he spread my cheeks, whistling at the sight of the cum dripping between my thighs. My hands flew to brace myself on the wall as he began ramming into me once again, slipping in without incident. His hands slid down my arms, coating them in paint. They finally found purchase as they reached my hands, intertwining with my fingers and raising them far up over my head.

As much as I struggled against him, I was powerless to tear my hands from his grasp. His cock slid in and out of me seamlessly, coated with the results of… how many orgasms? Five? I didn’t know, I lost count. Satoru peppered my shoulders, the rutted blades of my back, the nape of my neck, with kisses, eliciting soft moans from my mouth in opposition to the jarring ones that occurred if he thrusted into me, hitting a certain point that made my body twitch.

His hands released mine and they fell to my eye level, resuming their position in holding me up against the wall. Right after I had righted myself, had steady footing, was about to fuck him back, he surprised me with slaps to my ass. They were oddly dulled. The paint.

I turned to look at him, sneakily pushing up the blindfold to take in the sight, watching as he, tongue sticking out of his lips in focus, reared back, hand dripping with paint. The cold sting of his palm met the sensitive skin of my ass as he cocked his arm back for another hit in quick succession, almost making a drumbeat of spanking my ass. The movement was carefree, as if he was swatting an annoying bug away from him.

Paint covered his front, the lilac and olive and white all mixing together to make a swirl of beauty. It mesmerized me, the way it clung to his body, emphasizing and complimenting his stunning figure, the valleys of his abdominals, the rugged landscape of his muscles.

I turned back to the wall, the blindfold slipping over my eyes once again. They squeezed shut as he ceased, obviously pleased with how the lilac paint melted in with the redness of the plowed skin. He grabbed my cheeks in his ginormous hands, gently massaging them, spreading and closing them, using them in ways that took both he and I to new heights of pleasure.

“Definitely think,” he panted, lips against my ear, “that we need to frame your ass.”

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, my hands were in his once again, but he twisted my arms around to my back. He looped an arm through mine, settling the lock at the crooks of my elbows, decommissioning my movements once again. My hands opened and snapped shut, grasping as nothing as his thrusts intensified.

His other hand, still damp with paint, roamed over my breasts, massaging and pinching the bare skin. They had been previously coated, but knowing how meticulous Satoru could be, he made sure they were absolutely slathered in copious amounts of his paint.

He pressed me into the wall again, and I felt the paint stick to the surface in the shape of my breasts. My cheeks flamed at the thought of my entire body painted across the living room walls. But I knew that Satoru loved it, that he would be drooling over it until I decided to paint over the walls and adjust the hues to match the aesthetic that I was aiming for.

With his free hand finished with creating art out of my breasts, it traveled north, finding purchase around my neck like a piece of jewelry I’d always worn. He squeezed lightly and tilted my head back, just barely restricting my airway enough for my breath to come in rasps.

“Open up, darling.”

Like a robot, my jaw dropped and my tongue shot out, waiting for the familiar feeling of his spit. He didn’t leave me waiting long, as almost as soon as I obeyed him, his saliva was dribbling down onto my taste buds. I smiled lightly at the feeling, loving the fact that we could share this moment and label it as intimate.

“Swallow.”

My pussy fluttered around his length, eager to obey. A sigh escaped his lips as he watched my throat bob with the odd angle that it was working against. He planted a sweet kiss to my lips, his nose brushing against my chin. The contact was lost, then found again as he nuzzled his face against my neck for a moment, before pulling away again.

“Open.” His command seemed desperate, like it was the only thing keeping him from stepping off a ledge. As much as I wanted to make fun of his theatrics, my mouth snapped open, eager to have another part of him in me. He wasted no time, coating my tongue with his saliva.

“Now wait.”

The only thing I could do was whine as my jaw began to ache from holding my mouth open for so long. He released his hold on my throat, but in true Gojo fashion, wasted no time in executing his next movement. He swiftly looped an arm under my left leg, pulling it upwards until I felt like my hips would split in half. I squealed in discomfort, drool spilling from the corners of my lips, my body being bent a million different ways. For the first time in the afternoon, Satoru relented, releasing my arms.

My hands tangled in his hair as he bit into the soft skin of my neck, of my shoulders, back pressed against his chest. His dick, at this new angle, hit my sweet spot more perfect than before, if that was even possible. He went deeper, I squeezed him tighter, we were closer.

He thrusted into me, the tempo threatening to cast me into nothingness. With each movement I was pressed harder and harder into the wall, the paint sticking to the surface. It ached to pull me in, to suck me into the drywall, to the white paint that was still drying, now mixing with the two hues that Satoru and I decorated each other with.

“One more, baby,” he cooed against the reddened skin of my shoulder. “L-lemme cum… one more time… in you.”

“Anytime, ‘Toru,” I teased, but the playful lilt in my voice was lost as he didn’t hesitate to shoot his seed inside of me. I squealed at the way his cock jumped in me, knocking against the spot that was my downfall. His balls slapped against my clit, shoving me over the edge of an orgasm I didn’t know I was approaching.

My toes curled and cracked at the force in which the crest of pleasure hit me. My legs gave way and I lost control of myself for a moment, the drool I had been holding in my mouth spilling like a waterfall over my bruised lips. Satoru was quick to catch me, laughing at my frailty, which for once, I didn’t mind.

His lips were on my face, kissing and licking away the spit that had escaped the trap of my mouth. He supported me in a way I didn’t think I’d ever need, but surprisingly, I didn’t mind relying on someone for help. A warmness spread in my chest at the affirmation that I truly loved him - I loved him enough to not complain at him holding my drool-soaked and cumstained body limp in his arms.

“God, you are just so full of cum, aren’t you, baby?” Satoru purred into my hair, stroking it gently. I could only muster a weak “mmhm,” my body still shaking from the overstimulation and the last orgasm he unleashed on me. “Well, are you gonna let me taste?”

I didn’t have time to answer before he scooped me up in his arms, giving me the vivid sensation of flying. A coolness met my ass as he set me down on what I could only assume was the mantle of the fireplace. He spread my legs apart, ignoring the fact that they attempted to squeeze together to protect my weeping cunt from being stimulated further.

“S-satoru,” I winced, “I’m sensitive!”

It was no matter to him, however. He pulled my bottom slightly forward, so that my ass was teetering on the edge of the tile, giving him better access to my aching center. A loud cry escaped my lips as he gave my swollen clit a few soft licks.

I whimpered, my thighs trembling around him as he sucked on my impossibly sensitive bud. My hands tangled in his hair, the gummy paint clinging to it and clumping it together. After a few more moments of relentless stimulation, he seemed to ease up, giving way to softer movements against my weeping cunt.

“You should see yourself,” Satoru muttered against me. “Sitting like a queen.”

Perched like royalty on the furnishing that had given me enough trouble to start this whole session in the first place. I chuckled at the thought of it, at the sight of our past selves wrestling to coat each other in paint what seemed like days ago. It was fitting to end our love making where it began. Fitting to christen our house to be ours.

“Hah,” I breathed, “I can only imagine the sight.”

A sigh escaped his lips, the hot breath on my sensitive center making my legs twinge. His hands gently squeezed my thighs, each press planting flowers across my skin. The soft tufts of his hair tickled the inside of my legs as he nuzzled impossibly closer to my pussy.

“Spit in my mouth.” His request couldn’t have been more foreign, but I tried my best anyway. I leaned over, assuming that my trajectory would be right, or that he would make it work. Gathering the saliva in my mouth, I let it fall from my lips. A chuckle came from beneath me, so I assumed my aim was okay.

Our mixed spit was spewed from Satoru’s mouth as he spit it onto my already dripping cunt, the liquid leaking down between my asscheeks. I gasped at the sensation, beginning to lose feeling in my toes as another orgasm approached. My eyes shut tight, but even with the blindfold, fireworks still exploded in my vision.

I was definitely not going to be able to walk for a few days.

The thought drew a bitter laugh from my lips that was quickly cut short by Satoru’s dexterous tongue flicking across my clit. My teeth sunk so deep into my bottom lip that the skin threatened to tear. At his relentless pace, my muscles pulled impossibly tense, taut, as I sat, rigid, teeth bared as ungodly sounds poured from my mouth.

And then, he would soften. Pull back and kiss and lick the inside of my thighs, place love bites, suckle on the warm skin to leave marks I would marvel at for days. He’d massage the tender skin, draw patterns with the remaining paint. He’d study me like a scholar, memorizing the view of my exposed throat as my head tilted back, mouth open as moans spilled forth.

It was a cycle that he continued, pressing me further to my orgasm, then relenting to give me a break. Over and over again, never stopping, like I was the shore and he was the tide, pressing in and pulling away, constant, always present.

After what seemed like hours of edging, I was finally on the precipice of what I actually hoped was my last orgasm. My body couldn’t take much more, as I probably would stroke out or something else that was equally disastrous, but it would be something that would elicit an awkward urgent care visit.

“Satoru…” I whispered, not even needing to finish my sentence.

“One more time, love. Cum for me.”

The affirmation was all I needed before I gushed all over his face. His gasp of surprise was cut short as he dove right back in, ignoring the waterworks. My entire body shook with the force of my orgasm, sending my hands flying everywhere - into his hair, gripping the mantle, smearing paint all over the wall behind me.

But nothing was enough to ground me as I cut the tether and drifted off into space. My body floated, suspended at the force of this orgasm. I could barely feel Satoru’s warmth between my legs as the buzzing took over my entire body, my skin flush with pleasure as I feebly grinded on his tongue.

My pussy throbbed, achingly swollen at the multiple orgasms Satoru had guided me to. As this last one ebbed, he wrapped his arms tenderly around me, lifting me from the throne he had placed me on. He planted kisses on my head, on my forehead, on my cheeks as he carried me bridal style across the room, then gently plopped down on the ground.

I remained nestled between his legs, our fingers intertwined as we sat together, relishing in the closeness of each other. His mind-numbingly warm skin was pressed against mine, sending sparks firing off all across my body. After a few more moments of blissful silence, Satoru cleared his throat.

“Are you ready for the grand reveal?” His smile broke through the phrase like a sunbeam. I nodded, not feeling like using my voice. His dexterous fingers hooked under the blindfold as I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to hurt my eyes by immediately exposing them to the light.

After a few more moments, my eyes creaked open, blinking to clear away the crusty remains of tears and to focus on the sight that presented itself to me. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the world cast into an eerie twilight that was so magical. It was the perfect lighting to behold the mural that we created in our living room.

Streaks of paint covered the walls, most of them completely indiscernible as to what part of the body they were made by, except for a few, such as our ass prints and the plumpness of my breasts. Heat rose to my cheeks at the sight of such an abstract portrayal of art, and how breathtakingly beautiful it was. I sunk further into Satoru, insanely grateful at his stupid antics and what they spiraled into.

“I guess I have to restart my paint job, huh?” I nudged him with my elbow, the gooey, sweaty skin sticking together. I tilted my head up, observing his reaction. Satoru furrowed his brows, his hair falling into his face in green clumps.

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, flashing an award-winning smile. “I kinda like it!”

He was right. The messy pieces of our love were growing on me as I studied them further. It was pure art, pure passion, splayed across the walls of our home. The handprints, clinging to nothingness in the hopes of being steadied. The smears, results of loving and pleasurable thrusts. The asscheeks, of course, the lovers who facilitated the beautiful creation.

A calm settled on me like nothing I had ever felt before. A sense of security folded in around me as I lay in my lover’s arms, proudly surveying what we had made together. I closed my eyes in bliss, relishing in the warmth and peace.

Wait…

My heart fell to my ass at an intrusive, yet irrevocably important fact. Eyes widening, I shot up, ignoring the chills that spread throughout my body in the absence of Satoru’s warm skin pressed against me.

“Shit!” I gasped, the detail that we had glossed over for the entire afternoon expanding to take up the entirety of my mind. “Kento’ll be here in an hour.”

Satoru laughed at my scrambling to pick up our clothes and throw them in a basket, trying my best to tidy up the living room. I put the paint together in a neat fashion; I smoothed the tarp, ignoring the imprints of our bodies and the paint smears that littered it; I also did my best to avert my gaze from the numerous pools of cum that were scattered across the floor. My eyes widened in horror at the thing that I was just marveling at - the one thing we couldn’t hide from our best friend.

The living room walls, like a subdued pornographic mural, stared back at me. The tarp crackled as my lover stood. I looked at Satoru, my eyes big as saucers. He smiled gently, taking my hands in his and pulling me closer to him, placing them on his chest.

“There’s nothing we can do to fix it, so let’s just get cleaned up, alright?” His arms wrapped around me, snuggling me to his chest. I sighed, turning my head to the side to hear his heart thumping. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I murmured, then peered up at him with a devilish grin, “but only if you join me.”

“That was implied!”

~~~

Once we had gone for another round in the shower and managed to scrape the paint off of our bodies, we were ready for the dinner that Kento was bringing. Earlier that day, he had offered to bring us food to celebrate the end of the first day of home renovation - which we eagerly accepted. Pizza was easy to clean up, and a viable way to recharge, so that was an easy decision to make.

A knock on the door sounded as soon as we were making our way down the stairs. Satoru took off in a sprint, reaching the front door in just a few strides. He threw it open, spreading his arms wide for a hug. I hung back, trying to avert my gaze from our living room mural.

“Nanami!” he yelled, embracing his friend despite the boxes of pizzas he was carrying. Kento’s eyes narrowed as he struggled to keep his balance at Satoru’s enthused greeting.

“Careful, Gojo!” the tall man growled, pushing Satoru away to keep the boxes from tumbling all across our porch. I laughed at their interaction, catching up to them and taking the boxes from Kento.

“How are you, y/n?” he asked, silently thanking me for taking his burden, but ignoring the fact that I left him with a bigger one instead. A playful smile toyed with my lips as a strand of wet hair fell into my face.

“Tired, but glad to have one day down,” I admitted, turning and leading the way to the kitchen. Satoru tsked as I set down the boxes of pizza on the kitchen table. I whirled around to face him, setting my hands on my hips.

“Now, y/n,” he began, voice chiding, as if speaking to a child, “you know you aren’t supposed to eat in the kitchen until the renovations are finished.

My heart fell into my stomach when I saw the expression on Satoru’s face. He was an absolute menace, looking to antagonize me in any way he could; however, I thought this ploy was geared more towards Kento’s discomfort. I gritted my teeth and decided to do my best to gear the conversation in a way that I wouldn’t have to expose our deeds. Blinking innocently, I fixed my mouth into a smile, trying not to look pained.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Kento agreed, walking to the table to grab the boxes of pizza, not knowing that he was playing directly into Satoru’s sick idea of a joke, “I actually heard that’s bad luck.”

I wanted to slap my palm into my forehead. As smart as Nanami was, he was almost always stroking Gojo’s ego whether he knew it, liked it, or not. I fired a glance at Satoru, pleading for him to not go through with this antagonizing, but he ignored me.

“Bad luck!” Satoru gasped dramatically, eyes widening as he wiggled his brows at me. A sigh escaped my lips as I cast him a warning glare instead. This, also, was a fruitless effort. Satoru was dead set on torturing his best friend.

“So where the hell are we supposed to eat?” I shot at Satoru, not even bothering to look at him anymore as I shuffled towards the two towering men. My grip had tightened, my nails digging into my palms.

“Uh, I dunno, the living room?”

“Satoru…” The tone in my voice would make a child cry. I trotted to the cabinet to scoop up paper plates and napkins to intercept him before he made another move to expose our afternoon.

“No, I wanna see it!” Nanami insisted, picking up the pizza boxes. The doors slammed shut behind me as I whirled around, seeing Satoru’s sly glance. I wanted to wipe the smile off his face. “Didn’t you say you were gonna paint it today?”

Satoru gently led him to the living room. I tried to catch up with them, but the tall men had long strides. My head was screaming for him to stop, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself and make matters worse.

“Yes but-“

I was too late; Nanami and Gojo had already entered the living room. The boxes of pizza clattered to the floor as Nanami ripped off his goggles, eyes widening in horror at the sight of our bodies sloppily painted on the wall.

“What the fuck happened here?!”

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[larentsaloud]

Thyme and Gorya have no chemistry??? WOT.

Yall. 💀💀💀

I thought we agreed that Thyme and Gorya are the end game. 

This post is written as a jovial fun response to the view. I am to annihilate your opinion and bury your notion that those two are not romantic AF.

I see some slander on tumblr suggesting the hottest couple of the year ain’t got no chemistry. 

I can’t believe I’m being forced to do this. 

Yall are soulless. Literally missing equipment. Pls. I could cry. OK here we go. Imma bring the big guns.

1. Thyme looks at Gorya with actual goddamn heart eyes and falls in love with her as little bit more each time she kicks (bickers, argues, corrects, disses or outright defies him. She speaks his love language. She fights HIM back! The back is important. 

Yes, my posh gangster boi is starved for love and affection so OBVIOUSLY he will take her emotional responses to his actions and her act of defiance as sign of interest. 

That my dear students is chemistry 101.

She is anything but indifferent to him. 

He can’t stop buzzing around her.

Gorya GOES FULL FORCE and perforates rather accidentally his cold cold heart just by rejecting everything about him, while engaging with him.

If they lacked chemistry she would NOT care about opinion in episode 5. She would not argue with someone or run to him in the rain on the off chance he waited. 

LOOOK AT HIIIMMMM

2. Anytime they are on screen together their touches are extremely natural and not exaggerated, mate they behave like a married couple. 

If this isn’t spark…

Bitxh show me a better example of enemies to lovers.

3. Ma’am they kissed.

4. Hugged. There was awkward tension. They got vulnerable.

5. He met her parents.

6. She met his sister and mom.

7. He hired a bus to spend time with her—lmao and looks at her like she’s a gift from heavens.

8. The fuck and it’s only episode 5 and they’ve had been in each other’s laps and spent two nights together???

Thyme is MELTING under her touch.

9.-15. Had eaten together, cried together, he apologised to her which is major HAWT. Carried her bridal style, tended to her wounds, they treated e/o sickness I mean what else do you all want he even gave her a sexy make over and a car AND a motorbike. 

16. She listened to his sad story and his family semi adopted him with magic pork. 

17. Did you sleep during the closet scene when his hands trembled??? as he pulled her into her lap??? He’s so happy 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Actions are chemistry. Pls take notes. She ain’t gonna flirt her skirt and rub her xxxx on his lap. Ya’ll perverts. SIT DOWN.

Lord lemme unleash hell if y’all don’t agree. 

18. Man who admits being wrong and then most importantly never does it again is a keeper.

What series yall watching cos we all heard her pxssy shatter and echo when he held her cheeks in the closet?

THE FXCK????

If they’re siblings I have a question 

What do you do with your brothers and sisters???

Home sweet Alabama. 

Please exit the F4 fandom cos y’all blind.

[notnctu]

to jaehyun, my first love ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ jung jaehyun x fem!reader ♡ genre - fluff, slight angst ♡ wc - 2.1k ♡ warnings - explicit language ♡ synopsis - in which Mark accidentally sets you up on a date with your first love and ex-boyfriend, Jung Jaehyun ♡ taglist - @colpen​ ; @cestmoncoeur​ ; @hyucksberry​ ♡ a/n - i had to repost bc tumblr keeps randomly deleting our shit omggg pls ;-; let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jaehyun,

I’ve never done this before, but the feelings you give me are too intense to not write it out. You’re like every dream come to life. A fairytale that came alive from the books. You remind me of a noble, quiet prince riding on his high horse. It’s not subtle, but not too grand to be overwhelming.

I think I love you. You’d be rolling your eyes at that word. It’s high school, what could I possibly know about love, right? And no, it’s not about you being my first boyfriend and my first kiss. It’s much more than those mundane things.

It’s the skipping of my heart when I’m the reason behind the dimples appearing. Or the butterflies I feel knowing that you, Jung Jaehyun, likes me back. I’m truly still in shock that you’re dating me. There are about two hundred people in this entire school and I’m the one who you send goodmorning and goodnight texts to.

My favorite day is still the day you asked me to be your’s. Cliche, whatever. But I’m not the only one who gushed at the sight of you holding the bouquet of my favorite flowers. Or the way you nervously couldn’t look me in the eye. You are the sweetest boy that has graced my life. I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky.

It’s a lie for me to not admit that I do feel insecure at times about our relationship. You’re not one to express your emotions or thoughts, you tell me it’s your actions. As your slow, yet improving partner, I am currently mindful of every action, like when you brush my hair out of my face because you want to get a good look at me. To see the real me. I like that the most.

Do guys feel these same strange intense feelings? Like my heart bursts thinking about your shy glances and your fingers tangled with mine. Whenever you hug me, I feel like I’m holding the very thing that makes me feel alive. I’m experiencing excitement, joy, and a weird burning sensation that spreads across my chest. It’s like we’re living a movie, but it’s better because it’s real life.

You’re the one, Jaehyun. It’s hard to explain and I’m absolutely being dramatic. But it’s not too far fetched. We’re still young, but I can see a future with you and how you want to chase your dreams with someone by your side. Don’t act like you don’t look directly at me when you say that.

Don’t feel pressured, I’m not asking for your hand in marriage just yet. I just have an inexplicable feeling that you’re someone that I’m going to love forever.

In this fairytale, do you believe in forever?

-from your hopeless romantic girlfriend, y/n

If anyone were to be blamed for this very awkward encounter between you and your ex-boyfriend, it would be Mark Lee. He went on for ages, boasting about some hot guy he wanted to set you up with since you had been single for quite a time. He only meant good intentions, so you could stop holding yourself in your apartment alone during the weekends.

And there was no possible way for Mark to know that his Jung Jaehyun was the same Jung Jaehyun you dated back in high school. Though, if Mark had been specific by telling you the mystery boy’s name, you wouldn’t have to be standing in front of Jaehyun in a stiff atmosphere intended for a harmonious date.

“I didn’t expect to run into you.” Stupid and you knew, you weren’t the only one who thought so. Jaehyun practically scoffed so loud that it physically pained you. Arms crossed, weight barred on his left leg, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head. He was definitely expecting someone else who didn’t make a fool out of themselves.

“(Y/N), don’t act like we didn’t apply and commit to the same college. We were bound to see each other in some way.”

“Fine, you’re right. I guess, I didn’t expect it to be like this.” Your eyes diverted shyly to the ground as you played with the ends of your sweet dress. At this point, your bed and pj’s seemed much better than a rekindle of the mess you made.

Jaehyun cursed at Mark underneath his breath before running his hands through his brown locks. There was too much you wished to stare at. Jaehyun still managed to make your heart stop with his attractiveness. Time benefited him more than anyone else you’ve met from your past. Through his changes, there were the similarities you loved: the depth of his dimples, the softness of his skin, the charm with a simple look, the fluffiness of his hair.

He dug his hands into his jean pockets and pursed his lips together before saying, “look, I don’t want to date you again and truthfully, Mark never told me your name when he talked about you, so I don’t know what twisted setup you two planned for this to be.”

Your facial expression reacted before you could collect your thoughts at the harsh rejection, which was a complete spin from when he had first accepted your heart. You were really regretting the pitiful letter sitting in your childhood room at the moment and the fact that he was the first letter.  

“Listen, Mark didn’t mention your name either when he talked about the ‘hot, sweet boy’, so you can kiss my ass if you really think that I purposefully set this up to get back together with you.” Jaehyun’s eyebrow rose and his jaw tightened at your response.

“I’m supposed to believe that this was a mere coincidence or a sickly twisted fate that we ended up together again?”

It was your turn to scoff, roll your eyes, and cross your arms. “Like how I’m supposed to believe you’re the same guy that Mark raves about. You’re far from a kindhearted, wholesome person who volunteers at the dog rescue center and to think, I ever fell for someone who had the potential to be this arrogant!”

A quick spin on your heels sent you dramatically walking off to your car. Though, the sounds of heavy footsteps caught up to you and a hand closed your car door shut before you could step in. “I’m sorry. I haven’t completely forgiven myself and you for the breakup.”

“It happened a long, long time ago.”

“You’re right, but I still beat myself up to this day that our relationship could have been saved if we both didn’t give up.”

Sighing, you held his cheek gently and he faced you with hurt reflecting in his eyes. “We were young and stubborn. We gave up because we didn’t have the emotional capacity to fix it, Jae.”

He lit up at the sound of his nickname and how much he missed hearing it roll off your tongue. It was like a switch flipped on. “Haven’t heard you say my name in a while. I almost forgot how much I loved it.”

The appearance of his dimples and brightening smile caused a disruption of butterflies to swarm in your stomach. This feeling could only be produced by him and no one else. The true holder of your heart has returned and left you a bit unsettled.

If he hasn’t already charmed your pants enough, his cool lean against your car definitely sealed the deal. “Are you flirting with me, Jung Jaehyun?” Your narrowed eyes zoned in on the unmistakable smirk that plastered his face.

His lips rolled together, emphasizing the crescents in his cheeks more. “We can’t let poor Mark down. How about we try going on this date?” He paused to gauge your reaction, “so we don’t have to lie when we report back to him.”

“Fine, for the sake of Mark and because I’ll admit, I did miss your presence.” Every detail reminded him of the most amazing times he spent with you. It was like he was watching one of his favorite films or listening to a forgotten playlist that triggered all kinds of emotions he had felt before.

He jumped off the vehicle with the biggest gleam that was not present earlier. This was the Jaehyun you remember. He couldn’t contain his excitement and oftentimes, only being able to express his emotions through his actions.

“Well, you’re not one who’s hard to miss. I don’t think I can get your smile out of my head for the next few days.” You quietly pondered the thought of how easy this all was for him.

Hours flew by, endlessly chatting away to catch up with each other’s lives and reminiscing the good parts of your relationship. The restaurant had grown empty and quiet, to the point of being kicked out of the establishment. Before either of you could process the mutual feeling of happiness, there was a brief moment of wondering what the next steps of this was. He cleared his throat when you two arrived at your car.

“I had a great time today, Jaehyun.” The sadness in your voice was not unnoticed by him.

“Can I ask why Mark was so persistent in setting us up?” Jaehyun inquired as he took off his jacket to wrap around your shaking, exposed shoulders. His thin shirt blew wildly in the breeze, but he’d rather have you warm and him frozen by the night.

The tiny thanks escaped as a whisper and you hugged his scent tighter. “He just wants me to stop being alone on the weekends because that’s when he goes back home with his family.”

Jaehyun nodded knowingly, “I can still change that for you.”

“Don’t give up your weekends at the shelter for me and it sounds like you already have a lot on your plate.”

He chuckled delightfully and there was hope to hear it again. “I can sacrifice a few hours at the shelter to be with a friend. Plus, you’re important to me and like I said many years before, I want you by my side as I chased my dreams. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I take the responsibility of being bitter over something in the past and tonight really made me realize what all the anger stole from me.”

Jaehyun pulled you into an overdue hug. His cologne engulfed you like old times. “Just to avoid confusion, we aren’t getting back together.. ever.” His chest muffled your words, but he heard you loud and clear.

“There’s not a sliver of hope?” It wasn’t hurt that laced his question, but something light and playful. Jaehyun’s strong arms pulled away, but his hands dropped to hold yours. A small smile rested on his face, his lips looked as tempting as you remembered them to be.

“No, there’s not.” The mood shifted to a more serious atmosphere, but it was finally time to address the elephant in the empty parking lot. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m always going to love you. People don’t call it a first love for nothing. Back when we were still together, and I told you I believed in forever, I meant it. But that doesn’t mean my heart wants you back, I want you to be happy with someone else.”

Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled underneath the dark night sky, but he broke the gaze when he grew shy at how the conversation had turned. A warmth spread across his chest and suffocated him tenderly. “Nice to know that I’m not the only one that still holds you in a special place in my heart. You’re right, my first love is unforgettable. You are unforgettable.”

Warm cheeks and shy, averting eyes wrapped up the date nicely. And all of which was thanks to Mark, who cluelessly set you up with your first love. You coughed to fill the tense air, noticing the goosebumps that rose on his arms. “We should get going, it’s too cold to be standing out here.”

“Right, I don’t want you catching a cold. You know how needy you get when your nose starts dripping uncontrollably.” His laughter mixed with yours as you handed his jacket back to him.

Rolling your eyes, Jaehyun helped you open your car door. “Anyways, are you up for a movie night this weekend?”

“No horror movies unless you want to end up in my arms.” He winked and you punched his arm playfully at his flirty banter.

“Don’t push it, Jae!” You giggled, entering your car to shield from the bitterness that was abandoned to linger in the air.

“Okay, princess. I’ll see you at your castle real soon.” With that, he closed your door and waved a small goodbye. Watching his figure disappear into his own vehicle, you realized the thought that Jaehyun was always the reason you started to love. Even in this reality, he was the reason you believed in a forever.

[candychronicles]

A little bit of love

hello dear friends! it’s been quite a stressful day for me and a lot of other people in the tumblr community for various reasons, so i felt it was imperative to write a little bit of comfort from some of our favorite characters. i got this lovely idea from the amazing @adoringwords​ pls follow if you don’t already hehe so thank you to evy!! hope you can all find a bit of solace in these words and feel a little more comfortable tonight.

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a soft huff left your lips as you wearily dropped your bag on the floor, kicking off your shoes and half-hazardly flinging your coat on the rack. life had been kicking your ass and you weren’t quite sure what to do about it. stress, anxiety and sadness weighed heavily on your shoulders and you were drowning in your feelings. 

---

Sero Hanta

“babe?” a soft voice called out from the living room.

“hey,” you wearily replied, walking over and dramatically flopping yourself on Sero’s lap.

his hands immediately came up to your hair, running his long, slender fingers through it. he wasn’t sure what was going on and wasn’t really sure what to say either, but he could feel the tension slowly leave your body as you leaned yourself into his touch, eyes fluttering in relief. he continued his motions with one hand while another came to rub at your shoulder, your arms, your sides, simply trying to help and ease you even more.

“thank you,” you replied softly, humming in approval. despite the stresses of the day, you knew that your boyfriend would always find a way to make you feel better.

“anytime,” he whispered back, smiling down at your frame, heart bursting out of his chest. he wasn’t the best with words at times like this but he wanted to always make sure you knew you were loved and would have someone there to make you feel better.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou appeared in front of you, a frown on his face, lilac eyes attempting to peer into your own but your head was hung in pure exhaustion. a soft tsk left his lips as he crouched down, finally catching your eyes with his own. there was nothing but concern laced on his face, a small tilt to his head as he silently questioned what was wrong.

“‘Toshi,” you whimpered, chin wobbling as you tried not to cry in front of your love.

he immediately stood up, wrapping your shaking frame with his own, holding you close, chin on the top of your head, encouraging you to let it all out. it started with small hiccups but soon turned into great big heaves as you sobbed into his chest. he softly stroked your hair, kissed your head, held you close, anything he could do to give you some bit of comfort.

“i’m not sure what happened love, but i’m here for you. please know that i won’t ever let you be alone in these trying times. always come to me when you’re feeling down. you’re never a burden and i want to help you,” he murmured in your ear, reassuring you more than anything that he was there for you and not ever going to leave you alone.

Mirio Togata

“y/n?” Togata questioned with an unusual frown on his face, hands placed on his hips, assessing the situation.

“it’s nothing Mirio, just, not feeling good today,” you admitted half-handedly, not wanting to bother your boyfriend, especially knowing he dealt with a lot more stress than you on a daily bases.

“well you’re not feeling well, so that is something!” he exclaimed, not taking your nonchalance to heart and instead scooping you up with his arms, body cradled to his warm chest.

you squeaked as he effortlessly picked you up and placed you gently on the couch in the living room, bundling you in a blanket and promising a quick return with a small peck on your forehead.

moments had passed as you stared blankly ahead, but suddenly, your lover had returned, a smile on his face and a pile of drinks and snacks in his hand. he turned on the tv to your favorite Disney movie, snuggled in the blanket with you and, throughout the night, fed you your favorite snacks and drinks.

“thanks Mirio, i really needed this,” you admitted, smiling as you snuggled into his side more.

“of course love! i am always here to help!”

Tamaki Amajiki

you heard no one in the apartment, so you made your way towards the bedroom, being stopped as Tamaki walked out and bumped into you, surprise written on both of your faces.

“welcome home bunny,” he greeted, reaching forward to caress your cheek, frowning when he noticed the blank look on your eyes.

“a-are you okay?” he asked, internally slapping himself for even asking knowing full well that something was wrong.

“everything sucks,” you admitted bluntly, attempting to sneak past him into the bedroom. 

you honestly just wanted to sleep your problems away and certainly didn’t want to bring Tamaki into the situation but you also knew you couldn’t lie to him. you were almost to the bed when a gentle grab of your arm stopped you.

“(y/n),” Tamaki started, turning you around and gently pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your forehead, his body shakier than yours, clearly upset that you were sad. “let’s take a nap, yeah? and then we can maybe get some takeout s-snuggle some more, please?”

you responded wordlessly, slipping out of his grasp and moving back towards the bed. Tamaki beat you to it, pulling back the covers, helping you out of your daily clothes and into some pjs, tucking you into the bed before practically sprinting to the other side, slipping under the covers himself and drawing you to his side, wrapping his gangly frame around your body, essentially acting like a second blanket. 

his warm body and slow, even breaths lulled you into a comfortable sleep and Tamaki verbally sighed, happy that you were, even if it was only for the moment, at peace.

Eijiro Kirishima

“hi babe! i made some cookies for today! would you like…” he trailed off, noticing your jutting lip and clenched jaw.

“aw babe, no i’m sorry! if you don’t want one you don’t have to have one!” he exclaimed, frantically waving his hands, attempting to hide the food from your sight.

you continued to watch the scene unfold, your hold on your emotions weakening before you dropped to your knees. well, you almost dropped, but strong arms wrapped around your body before you got a chance to fall, gently pulling you to the floor, rocking you back and forth.

“that isn’t about the cookies, huh?” Kirishima joked, sniffling with you, attempting to hold back his own tears. 

seeing you in so much pain took a real toll on him, too, but he would never tell you, wanting to simply comfort you. he just loved you so damn much that he felt your pain. 

for what seemed like hours but was really just a few minutes, the two of you rocked on the floor, Kirishima cradling your body with his own, his soft words of love and encouragement bringing you down to a sniffle. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling his head away from your own and looking at you with a toothy grin.

“no, i think i’m okay, but i would like a cookie now, please.”

Kirishima, without warning, scooped you off the ground, setting you on the counter and pulled the cookies out, placing the whole plate in front of you. if cookies were what you needed, he would feed you the whole damn pile and more. anything to make you happy.

Denki Kaminari

you heard the sounds of video games being played in the living room, soft cheers and curses from Kaminari as he played. you attempted to sneak behind him into the bedroom but tripped over his shoes that were strewn about, falling to the floor with a thud, blinking owlishly as you tried to understand what was going on.

all the frustrations of the day caught up with you and, without even realizing it, you began to cry, throwing the shoes at what you thought was the wall but really was your boyfriend who came out to see what was going on.

“whoa, babe, i’m sorry, did my shoes make you trip? oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” he rambled, seeing you on the floor, crying, hands and knees red from catching your fall. 

he ran over to you, almost tripping himself, scooping you in his arms, apologizing over and over again about the shoes, not understanding what was going on but not wanting to leave you to cry alone.

“it’s not about your stupid shoes Denki,” you cried, pushing him away, frustration evident in your voice. he moved away, sitting crossed legged away from you, panic evident on his face. “it’s just, everything. i’m so tired, i don’t know what to do, but i’m not happy right now.”

“oh baby, fuck, and i just made it worse. i’m so sorry. here, c’mon, come lay with me,” he cooed, helping you up off the floor and to the couch.

your head laid gently on his legs, blanket wrapped tightly around his body, as he began playing video games, explaining the situation to you, making funny commentary and even helping you learn, cheering you on every time you did something good and encouraging you when you were struggling. 

after a few hours, you two were sitting side by side, elbows bumping, competitively playing, lost in your own world, laughing and crying and screaming, letting your emotions out in a healthy way.

“i’m so proud of you babe!” Kaminari exclaimed after you finally managed to beat him, reaching up to give you a high five. “and not just because of the game. you’re so amazing and smart and i’m so happy to be with you. i’m sorry i’m not the best with words but i hope i helped you at least a little bit today.”

“you did Denki, you really did, so thank you so much. now stop changing the subject. i wanna play again, and i’ll beat you yet again!”

Bakugou Katsuki

“oi, quit making a racket out there, i’m trying to focus!” Bakugou called from the kitchen, presumably working on something important.

when he didn’t hear you yell something back to him, he cocked his head, confused, and scooted his chair out, walking out to investigate what was going on. he didn’t see you by the front door and that only confused him more. soft shuffling could be heard from the bedroom so he made his way towards the door, busting it open and seeing nothing.

“where the hell are you?” he asked, turning on the light and seeing a lump under the comfort, the bed softly shaking as you attempted to stop crying.

Bakugou sighed, heart breaking at the sight, feeling mad at himself for yelling at you earlier. he moved towards the bed, flinching as he saw you curl into yourself, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

“shitty woman, let me in. i’m cuddling you,” he stated matter-of-fact, pulling the blanket out from under your body, wrapping his arms around you and dragging you close to him, a sigh once again leaving his lips.

“why didn’t you come and talk to me?”

“you sounded busy. i didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted, hiccuping as you attempted to catch your breath from crying.

“i know i act like an ass sometimes, but i want, no i need, you to know that you are more important than some stupid paperwork and i absolutely want you to bother me over that. do you understand? don’t come hide in here, i’m here to make you feel better, okay?”

“o-okay,” you cried, turning around and nuzzling your face into his neck, inhaling his caramel scent and instantly calming down.

“i love you, you dumbass, i really love you,” Bakugou admitted, kissing the top of your head and squeezing you tighter, signaling that he was not going to let you leave this bed anytime soon.

Izuku Midoriya

you grabbed the side of the wall, steadying yourself and breathing deeply, preparing to enter the house and face the ever cheery Midoriya. you knew even one ounce of sadness and he would pounce on you like a mother hen and, while that was probably what you needed, that was not what your boyfriend deserved, knowing he has his own stressful days often. you always kissed his scars, ran your fingers through his hair, did everything you could to make him feel good, and you needed to be able to do that today, no matter how you were feeling.

that plan went out the window, however, as you walked into the house, Midoriya instantly walking over to grab your face in his hands and reaching forward to plant a kiss to your lips.

“what’s wrong, my love?” he asked, eyes wide with concern, glassy from trying to hold back his own tears. 

“Izuku, it’s nothing, really. how was your day?” you asked, putting on a fake smile, hoping that you would be able to trick him.

“my day was just fine, so don’t worry about me, okay? let me take care of you today.”

you sighed, shoulders sagging as you let go of the brave face, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Izuku led you into the kitchen and helped you sit down, bringing you a cup of water and some food, watching to make sure you ate and drank something. once you were done and dishes were in the sink, he brought you into the bathroom, setting up a warm bath for you and leaving you to relax. 

when you padded into the bedroom, adorned in a fluffy robe and silky pjs, Midoriya had soft music playing, sweet smelling candles and thick blankets all set up. he sat at the side of the bed, eyes hopeful and pleading, arms outstretched as he silently asked you to join him. you melted into his arms, limbs meshing together as you found a comfy cuddling position, a huff leaving your lips as you finally relaxed.

“thank you ‘Zuku,” you whispered into his chest, squeezing him tightly in a hug.

“you do so much for me (y/n), i wish i could repay you for everything you have ever done. i will go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy. i love you so much.”

Shouto Todoroki

you sighed, tension gripping your body, stiffly moving to the couch and sitting down next to Todoroki in the living room with a huff.

“what’s wrong?” he asked simply, turning so he sat cross legged on the couch, motioning for you to move and join him.

when you were resituated, you sighed once more, going into detail about everything you were feeling. you didn’t hold back on any detail, tears coming and going, a wide range of emotions flitting between your face, from sadness, to anger, to confusion, to defeat. through it all, Todoroki sat and listened, eyes never leaving yours, hands gripping your own, soothing circles being rubbed into them with his thumbs.

when you were done, he removed one of his hands from your lap and wiped your tears away, finally cupping your face and leaning in for a long and soft kiss, bringing your breathing down to a normal pace, your heart racing from love, not anxiety. 

“what can i do to help you?” he asked once he pulled away, his hand staying on your cheek, other squeezing your hand in encouragement.

you blinked once, twice, three times. your brain simply couldn’t process the fact that you had such a wonderfully loving person in your life who just wanted to take care of you and help you.

“you’ve done so much just by listening. can we just eat and relax tonight? i know you’re really busy and if…” you began rambling, being cut off once again by a pair of lips on your own.

he pulled away, eyes twinkling in mischief. “i’ll order your favorite food and we’ll stay in tonight and eat on the couch. you can keep talking to me about your feelings all night if you want. i’m here for you and i’m going to make sure you feel better. don’t worry about my schedule. nothing is more important than making you feel better right now.”

[dindjarinbae]

Four Words, Fourteen Letters (Din Djarin x reader)

requested by @insertcoolnamee:  DIN OWNS MY HEART that's all. Like you could write about Din dropping hints that he wants to marry the reader?

second request by anon: Hi could you please do a part 3 to All My Love series cuz OH MAN ITS TOO GOOD I NEED MORE SO MUCH MORE

okay hi so basically, i fused these two requests together and made this. i am so sorry it is so short but i am dying in recovery from surgery so pls forgive. im going to be working on other requests for the time being so my request box is still closed, but if you ever need anything, my message box is ALWAYS open. i promise im nice. OKAY LOVE U ALL.

WARNINGS: none, just fluffy

WORD COUNT: 1379

READ PART ONE HERE

READ PART TWO HERE

There was seldom peace on the Razor Crest. Usually the kid was causing some havoc or there was an unrelentingly annoying bounty, sometimes there was just Din getting grumpy, and then the times it was Grogu crying, which in turn would break your heart and you’d have to cry along with him. 

But not today. And Din was thankful for that. As he climbed down from the cockpit and let his eyes settle upon you and the sleeping baby in your lap as you sat on the floor against the wall, he realized something. He wanted you around forever.

He had always wanted you around, always. You made him happy, you and him shared so much love, he was simply full of bliss around you. But by forever... forever meant he wanted to put a pretty ring on your finger and have you take his last name. 

Din Djarin wanted to marry you. 

The only problem was that he didn’t really know how to ask. He had never been a very emotional person, and he’d never been good with words either. So he started very simple to see if you’d catch on. 

The first hint he dropped was two days later when the three of you were all walking off the ship on Nevarro to return a bounty to Greef Karga. He glanced over at you while you held onto the baby and he smiled underneath his helmet at the way you made sure to cover the baby’s eyes to keep the sun from irritating the fifty year old toddler. You turned your head and looked up at Din with a smile, “Look, I made him a little hat kinda.” You giggled. 

And sure enough, you did. You’d used one of your scarves to wrap around his little head and he looked like he was comfortably swaddled. He probably was. He adored you, there was no doubt about that. And there was also no doubt that he saw you as a mother. Din smiled underneath his helmet and he looked down at the two of you before taking a breath, “Every little guy needs a mother to make him a hat when it’s hot out.” He said pointedly and made a point to look at you intensely. 

If you noticed, you didn’t really say anything, and you giggled, “I guess so. It’s kinda hard with these ears, though.” You said and reached down to brush your thumb across one of his long ears, and he cooed, trying to reach up and grab at your fingers. 

The second hint Din decided to drop was a little more obvious, and it was while the baby napped down in the hull. You and Din sat in the cockpit, him in his pilot’s chair and you sat happily on his right thigh with your legs draped across his lap while you sat with his left arm in your lap. You sat with a clean cloth as you tried to buff a few scuffs out of his beskar vambrace while he watched your face admiringly.

“Y/n.” He said your name more as a statement than a question, and you turned your head up towards him. 

“Huh?” You asked lamely and he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” He asked quietly and traced one of his gloved fingers along the side of your leg as it rested over the tops of his. 

You thought for a moment and then you gave him a nod, “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. Have you?” You asked and looked up to where you imagined his eyes would be. 

It was Din’s turn to nod at you this time and you smiled a bit, contently turning back to buffing out his armor until it gleamed. He assumed that was the last of the conversation and he fell silent as he watched your delicate hands work to shine up his armor. 

Later that night after you had fallen asleep in his lap up in the cockpit, he carried you down to the bunk that you often shared with him and he laid you down before shedding his armor and his helmet. He crawled in right next to you and he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, tugging you back against him. You stirred a bit as the motion of being moved back and you placed both of your hands down against his wrists. You didn’t turn your head around because you felt his chin on your head and you sighed out contently. 

“Are you awake?” Din asked, quietly enough so that if you weren’t, you didn’t wake, but loud enough that if you were awake, you’d hear. You nodded very gently and you felt his arms tighten around you as he tugged you backwards until you were flush against his chest, “you shouldn’t be. Go back to sleep, it’s so late, y/n.” He scolded gently and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

“Well then why did you ask me if I was awake?” You giggled and shook your head, sighing out contently at the feeling of the gentle kiss he left on top of your head. 

He didn’t answer but he let out a sigh as well and you brushed your thumbs over his wrists and turned your head back to place a small kiss on his chin, his facial hair tickling your chin and lips, “Getting a little furry, Mister bounty hunter, perhaps you should shave tomorrow night.” You teased and he only laughed in reply and buried his face in your neck, placing a few kisses against the skin just below your jawline. 

 You giggled while the scruff on his face tickled your neck and you rolled over so that you were facing him, “I love you, you know.” You said happily and tapped around his face in the dark to find his lips before you leaned in and pressed a little kiss upon them. He pulled back and let out a quiet breath before he reached for your hand and held it tightly in his own. 

“Of course I know. And I love you. I love you very much, in fact. I want you in my life forever, I daresay.” He whispered and you felt the slight tremble in his hand. 

He was nervous. He knew it was now or never, because you weren’t taking any hints and he was gonna chicken out any other time. What others would’ve described as butterflies in their stomach, he would describe as a million kicking children. His heart beat heavily and quickly in his chest and he felt the words tumblr from his lips before he could even think them through:

“I want you to marry me. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” He blurted and it felt like time stopped. The bunk around you two seemed hotter and he felt almost dizzy with excitement and terrible, sickening anticipation, while you, on the other hand, were screaming inside of your head. Truly, you wanted nothing more but to marry Din Djarin. You knew in your soul that he was the one person you would love until time ran out and the infinite universe swallowed up the galaxy, sniffling it out like a small flame. It was four words. Fourteen simple letters. But he was petrified.

The silence scared him and he almost recanted his words, ready to gloss them over with assurance that he was only teasing before your arms slung around his neck and your lips were upon his. 

“Yes, yes, I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll marry you.” You breathed against his mouth and pulled him down for a deeper kiss. 

He had to pull away, breathlessly, so that he could smile and catch his breath. His heart was still racing like a herd of running orbaks, and he nodded, “I love you. I cannot wait to call you my wife. To raise the kid with you. To show you my face.” He breathed, and you were over the moon, arms still tightly wrapped around his neck. 

As you laid there in silence together, your lips repeatedly finding each other’s, he had one thought cross his mind:

y/n Djarin. 

Yeah. He liked that.

[kimtaegis]

WOMAN HIIII!!!!💖💖HOW IS MY ANGEL DOINGG??? babi i love youuuu<333 sooo i wanted to let uk that im doing find and i wanted to check in on u too!! anywasyysysysy i saw a couple of posts abt u being overwhelmed and im aware of u feeling this way, u do quite sometimes and just like the prev times, firstly i wanna say that i understand. and i feel the same way most of the time. uk when i had just become an army i spent a lot of time being an army w/o any social media and i still like the vibes of that time than my time spent on tumblr/exploring twt. anyways, i just wanna say that its okay and u should give yourself a break. pls take care of yoself. watch run btw or wtw and dont follow the updates. will 100% give u peace. like, trust me on this one.

secondly, abt u feeling,,,,,, insignificant. woman. w all due respect, shut the genuine fuck up. do u not know how impactful are u?!?!? do u not know how amazing u are?? ure literally an angel okay?? irdk what my tumblr feed wouldve looked like if it werent for u. ure amazing. ure kind. ure beautiful inside out. yes not millions know u/follow u but u still matter to a lot of ppl and thats enough. its not imp to be at the top,,, ultimately if u think abt it even bts have pretty much each other and a few friends outside of it and thas allll that matters hon. everyone has a diff journey and we should never compare ourselves w others. i struggle w it too and ik its easier said than done but when u stop comparing yourself even for just a bit, u see how bful and mess free life is.

sometimes i feel like these long paras may be annoying for u like no one asked n**ka fkn relax😬but i really wish to like,,,,, be there for u if that makes sense??? no? okay. in short, ure free to bin it if u dont want this but i hope u can feel better by reading this. and even replying or not replying, keeping it priv or wtw its all upto u. i just cant see one of the most bful souls ive ever met being sad and overwhelmed :(

chugg that water down baby, helps wonders<3 listen to some music, dance to some hoe songs (fkn mood imo) or just dance in general. let that adrenaline kick in and... wlel imma stop talking now🤣😅babe ill see u mf sooonnn!! take care<33 million kithies for u and holding yo hand like tae does yoon's :3 💖💖💖 (🐯)

hello my sweetest love! It’s so good to hear from you, I’m glad that you’re doing well 💞 I hope you don’t mind a rather short answer from me this time around; I am incredibly grateful for everything you said and it’s really comforting to know that you care about me enough to take time out of your day to write me these lovely messages, I still don’t know how I deserve that 💔 I’ve gone through a really tough episode recently, and while yes, it had also to do with some stuff that had happened on tumblr, it was mostly triggered by my actual real life fears and problems. I think I’m getting better at taking a step back from here when I feel overwhelmed by content, my own negativity and/ or fears that I have and that’s good! I also think that I won’t be sharing so much of my mental instability anymore on here lmao, and just stay offline when I’m feeling bad. So that’s why I won’t talk more in depth about what you said in this ask, I really do hope that’s okay 💘 I adore you so much for cheering me on and making me smile (and blush!!) so much with your sweet compliments, you really make my heart flutter babe! I’m repeating myself but – thank you, so so much. You always make me feel better about myself and what I do and I’m just so utterly thankful. I love you, take care!! ❤️❤️

[mrskurono]

So let's say Nori's s/o is kind of a foreseer and also a Gojo(ngl I'd like to be one so that I CAN KICK THEIR ASSES AND TURN JUJUTSU WORLD UPSIDE DOWN WITH GOJO)  She didn't know she was one before so she did treat Nori like shit because you know "CLAN SHIT" But even though she says "I don't have feeling for him./ I don't care if he dies." etc.. Everyone knows the truth and is like "Hoe you're head over heels." But now, she knows what she is and in this way, she also saw the past, everything he had been through etc.

She saw/knows everything that will happen as well and now thinks that she doesn't deserve redemption and since she knows what's gonna happen, she secretly finds his mom and makes a protection shield to protect her. And then before all that "Sealing Gojo, killing Yuuji and principal Yaga, Toge's arm and Yuuta losing his mind" shit, in order to change everything and preventing deaths, she fights with the enemy alone( BECAUSE WE STAN WOMEN SUPREMACY) She created a powerful shield that nobody can break and she and Nori have a very emotional talk, he begs for her to not to go and stay with him, tells her that they all can fight together but she refuses and tells "Don't worry your mom is safe and I hope you will find the right woman for yourself since I don't deserve kindness for the shit I've done." Etc...

Since she is a Gojo, she also has Six Eyes and Limitless technique and let's say she also copies other cursed energies/ techniques, she uses all of them at the same time and she defeats the enemy but she doesn't come back.... Nori screams in agony( like Emma from The promised neverland kind of scream. If you don't know, you may watch that scene in youtube. That damn shit gives me goosebumbs), whimpers and clutches their rings so tightly tbat his hand might break. He is alone again and didn't have the chance to tell to the girl he loves the most that he always loved her, that there was nothing to forgive...

Everybody is devastated but especially Gojo, Nori, Yuji ( I'd do everyhing to have someone like him. As a brother or S/O, doesn't matter)and Maki and Nobara( since I believe they are besties 'cause 🌠 W O M E N🌠 )

They always thought that she was emotionless but in reality she cared for every each of them and for their happiness, she sacrifaced hers and now they all have to live with this guilt.....

BONUS PART

Since she can also see the past how about she also knows what the other clans did. Like all the bad shit, everything that can end with their death? She wrote a huge letter about every one of them but especially Kamo Clan so that even if she dies, Nori would surely become the new leader.

Basically Nori is this GIF in his room. He breaks down etc...But unknown to everyone, she is barely alive and fights tooth and nail to stay alive.

She somehow returns back, since girls are still outside trying to calm themselves( She show kindness for Mai, she always eat Momo's special ramen, she always talked with Miwa about her family and offered to help them whenever they need, she always went to shopping with Nobara, she always sparred with Maki and when she was stressed she was always there as a shoulder to cry/rely on. They are all bad but then Momo or Miwa sees her trying to come back to them. They shout to others and Shoko, they come and get her but Shoko tells them that there is a high chance of her not making it alive.

They tell Nori but he doesn't believe and rhen Megumi, or Yuji maybe even Todo punches him, fight with him and tells him to stop this shit and get off his ass and goes to her.

When he sees her, he breaks down again. He holds her hand tightly, lifts it to his forehead and swears that when she wakes up, they are gonna get married, that he will make her the happiest woman. He talks about his future plan, but not about clan, he talks about the family they will built( since now he is the leader, he can have as much children as he wants, since there will be no misogynist)

His mom comes everday as well when Nori has to fix all of the shitty things of his clan. Day after day, they hope for her to wake up but day by day they all start to loose hope, til one day when Nori begs for her to wake up one more time. He tells her that he doesn't want to have a family of his own if it's not with her. He starts to leave until he hears a voice say "I.. didn't know that... You'd have... this kind of... dreams."

WOAHHH IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS I SWEAR IF TUMBLR ERASES THAT IMMA GO KICK SOME ASSES! IT'S LIKE 9 AM AND I SRATED RO WRITE THIS LIKE I DUNNO 1 HOUR AGO! I REALLY LOVE SUFFERING! MAMA PLEASE WHEN YOU ARE DONE WITH THE CANDIES AND OTHER REQUESTS, CONSIDER TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TOO!

It didn't eat it! But also, lololing at the being a Gojo just to have the power to yell at people bc honestly, we need someone other than a 6'4 candy eating twink telling people they're wrong (sorry Satoru but like...no one will take you seriously look at you)

But I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Just give Noritoshi his mom and a happy ending. Istg if Gege Senpai really gives him a shit end I'ma throw hands bc like, c'mon we can have a shred of happiness Gege Senpai pls.

Also I love the idea but honestly i probably won't be able to write something like this. My mental health is shit and my ability to write is going right down with it 😀 But honestly you should write this! I mean you already have almost all of it thought out ♡