#beaming this to a friend with my mind fr...........

[spaceratprodigy]

messy sketch but. them. :)

@hibernationsuit — 💕💖💕💖🥺💖💕💖💕

HELLOOO??? I AM SQUEALING!! LOOK AT THEM!!!! I am on the floor sobbing rn hello my friend I love you with my whole heart!!!!!!!!

[oneofreid]

Casual Tendencies

Summary: In which she’s never had an orgasm and he’s willing to please her until she cums. Straight to the point.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Inexperienced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Dry humping, oral (female receiving), explicit language, the usual smut

A/N: so here we go again…bye y’all. my ride is here. (gif by @reidgif) → my other fics are here

“So you’ve never had an orgasm a day in your life?”

You shrugged at his question which was more of a response to your sudden confession. Reverting your attention back to the book that was in your hand. Your body completely sprawled out over the couch in your best friends apartment.

Getting lost in the chapter that your were reading before a hand suddenly pried the book out of your hands. “Reid, what are you-“

“You’ve never had an orgasm before.”

He repeated back to you slowly. Still mind blown at the fact that you’ve never experienced the exhilarating feeling of exploring your body to its full purpose and potential.

“And?”

“Well, it’s typically suggested that the human body have an orgasm at least three times per week. It has a lot of health benefits and by doing that, you’re releasing your body of stress. It can also act as a pain reliever, create dopamine, lower depression, and can even make you nicer-” Spencer began to ramble.

You shook your head, “I don’t see how that’s relevant though.” Slightly gnawing at your lip out of habit since you were growing nervous.

Spencer gulped, suddenly feeling out of place in his own apartment. Yet, the question hung from the tip of his tongue.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head, the air completely being knocked from out of your lungs.

“Spencer…I-I”

“You don’t have to. Please don’t feel like you have to, I’m only suggesting it…as an option, if you want to,” he trailed off. His shy demeanor coming back, realizing he might’ve just fucked up your friendship and relationship for life.

Your heart rate picked up, feeling as if the room was spinning around you. The room suddenly becoming all too hot for you, you might as well have just stripped your clothes off in front of him right then and there.

Closing your thighs together, you grew more aware of the fact that your best friend, the man who you’ve secretly held a crush on for many years, just offered to have sex with you.

“I’m sorry. I know I probably just crossed a huge boundary and ruined our fr-,” Spencer began.

“Okay.”

“What?,” he paused.

“I’ll do…I want you to make me cum.” You uttered, barely above a whisper.

Hardly noticing that Spencer had moved closer to you, his eyes studying your every move. Yet, all you could do was talk down your nerves and doubts that began to arise.

“Hey,” Spencer grabbed your hand to gather your attention, “You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”

You turned towards him, his warm and familiar brown eyes still on you. The sunset that beamed from his open window shining a cast on him, illuminating not only his figure but the beautiful features that you grew to love about him.

“I want this.” You had made your decision.

Lifting yourself to straddle his lap, maneuvering your legs to kneel and place yourself on either side of him. The cool leather of his couch adding some much needed support as you felt it dip from your weight.

Spencer looked at you in awe. His heart rate picking up as the gravity of what was about to happen between you two finally settled in.

“You can touch me, Spence. It’s okay,” you leaned in to pur in his ear. All your nerves suddenly being thrown out the window the second your clothed center made contact with his hardening one. His bulge growing at the sight and feel of you.

It’s like the forces between you had finally collided when he found his lips meeting your soft, plump ones. Your lips melting together into one as you moved to run a hand through his brown curls. Tugging slightly which earned a low moan from him.

You smiled into the kiss, suddenly feeling more relaxed and in control. The scent of leather books, peppermint, and a few spritz of luxury cologne filling your nose.

Spencer broke from the kiss, his lips traveling down to explore and pepper kisses alongside your jaw.

“You smell so good,” he complimented you. Your signature scent of vanilla and amber were his favorite pheromones.

“So,” he kissed you, “pretty.”

His big hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt as he began to tug it over your head with one hand. The other one inches above your ass, pulling you closer to him until you were flush against his chest.

Not paying attention as Reid unclasped your laced bra in one swift move. The cool air hit your bare breasts, your nipples hardening at the sudden lack of clothing that you didn’t have on. His hands moved to palm your tits, grabbing one in each hand as he toys with them. Rubbing your nipples in between his long fingers.

You began to grow impatient, realizing that he was still completely clothed. Your body naturally beginning to ache for him as you sat on top of him.

Rocking yourself back and forth, you started to grind against him. Circling your hips, only to press your ass down a bit harder with each roll, onto his clothed dick.

“Fuck,” Reid let out a shaky breathe.

His hands moving to grip your hips to prevent you from moving. “I have a better idea. Lie down,” he instructed.

“But I thought we-,” you began to whine. Feeling your underwear grow soaked by the friction you had just started to ignite.

“We will. Just trust me, honey,” the pet name that fell from his lips causing your cheeks to heat up.

Squealing a bit as he picked you effortlessly up by your thighs, carrying you toward his bedroom. Placing you down gently on his beige comforter before helping you tug your grey sweatpants off.

“Okay love, lie down for me,” you nodded. Doing as he said, the plush and cool material of the comforter hitting your back. Leaning against his pillows for some added support. “Just follow my lead, I will do all the work. You just get to look pretty, okay?”

You nodded again, biting your lip, looking up at his ceiling as you tried to avoid eye contact at all cost. Suddenly growing nervous again at the idea of your best friend seeing you this exposed.

“Hey,” Reid had grabbed onto your knee, “Look at me.”

You obliged, your eyes finally meeting his sincere and concern ones. He began to rub circular pattern on your knee cap as he sat on his, attempting to comfort you.

“If at any point you change your mind and decide that you don’t want to do this, just let me know. Okay?”

Your nerves still getting the best of you, all you could do was offer him a little nod. He was your best friend. Your awfully smart, handsome, charismatic, and charming best friend who you have known. And been in love with for over four years now. So the idea of him seeing you completely naked and head deep into your pussy had you on completely edge.

“Use your words, sweet girl. I got you. I’ll be here to guide you the whole way through. Okay?” He reassured you.

You let out a shaky breathe, managing to get out a small, “okay,” before sinking a bit further into his bed.

Spencer moved crawled closer towards you on his knees, using his large hands to spread your legs open. Your matching lace thong now completely on show for him.

He sucked in a breathe, his own underwear growing incredibly too tight. “You wore this just for me, huh?”

You felt your cheeks grow red again, blushing at his comment. “It’s my favorite pair,” you said sheepishly.

Spencer hummed, not convinced yet all he could do was think about indulging himself into your delicious pussy.

Dipping a finger into the waistband of your underwear, he quickly yanked the thong off. Leaving a full view of your dripping wet cunt just for him. Your folds were soaked, already coated in your arousal. The sight alone was enough to make him go feral.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He gawked.

His eyes set on the beautiful masterpiece in front of him.

Not being able to contain himself any longer, he sunk down further on his knees. Propping himself up so that he was closer to your core yet still at enough eye level for you to see him devour you.

Spencer began to run his lips over your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses along the inner part of them. Using his hand to grip the side of it for extra stability.

He was hungry. And he wanted more.

Your eyes began to squeeze shut, feeling him inch closer and closer towards your core. Growing noticeably more needy and desperate for him by the second. A loud moan finally leaving your own lips as Spencer swiped his tongue across your folds. The sweet yet salty taste being something he could definitely get used to.

Spencer continued his motions, opting to trace intricate and circular patterns with his tongue. Sucking on the skin of your pussy as if it was his last meal. Gripping harder onto your thighs with every lick and pull that you had on his hair.

“Spence….God, fuck. Holy shit.” You panted.

The sight of him on his knees, face deep in you was something you never thought would happen in your wildest dreams. His moans echoed against your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. A sweet lullaby to your ears.

You cried out, “Just like that. You feel so good.” Feeling him hit what you assumed, was your sweet spot, one that sent electrifying surges through your body.

Every flick and swipe of his tongue making you see stars. Your moans filled his ears, listening to the sweet melody that you sung to him. You were loud and he loved it. Feeling satisfied with every reaction he got out of you.

You felt your stomach starting to tighten, growing anxious at this unfamiliar feeling. “Spence-“

He lifted his head from your pussy for a second, saliva and your pre-cum dripping slightly down his chin.

“It’s okay baby, when you feel it, just let go.” He sent you a soft smile, kissing your inner thigh before continuing his work.

Flicking his tongue in circular motions, getting the last few swipes in. As you started to pant more, the coil in your stomach growing even tighter and unbearable. The sudden urge to shut your thighs together yet Spencer held you in place. His brown eyes never leaving yours as he sucked relentlessly on your pussy.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as your core clenched, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation. Before a wave of relief washed over you, your legs began to shake uncontrollably. The room filled with the sound of the moans that left you and Spencer.

Spencer lifted his face to finally meet yours.

Your pussy already becoming wet again at the sight in front of you. Spencer’s long, luscious curls all disheveled from you tugging and pulling on it. His brown eyes fully dilated, anticipating his own high as he looked at you ready to pounce again. Your cum dripped down his chin, licking his lips as he savored every last drop.

Spencer couldn’t help himself from pulling you in for a long, passionate kiss. Already missing the exhilarating feeling of your lips on his. His hands shifted to pull you closer to him, your legs now straddling his lap just like you had done before on his couch. You could taste yourself on him.

“That was,” you breathed.

“Amazing,” he finished, pulling you gently by the neck to deepen your kiss before preparing himself for your next round.

[hirasunny]

Steal the ball, not my heart!

pairing — k-drama! go hyuntak (gotak) x short! gn! reader

synopsis — you usually just watch them play, but suddenly you’re a part of their two-versus-two basketball game with your crush, go hyuntak playing against you.

warnings — minimal swearing

genre — fluff, shy bbs, the eunjang squad (except for gotak ofc) knows what’s up ;)

word count — 1.4k+ words

note: i was once in this situation with a guy i used to like a few months back, it felt like a y/n n kdrama moment fr :00 and i am super fortunate that hyuntak also loves basketball JQNSKANBJE. so i decided, why not make it to a fic with one of my favorite characters?! not proofread TT but here it is, enjoyy, loves! 💛

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You were never really the athletic type.

Yeah, you could run a few miles, throw a punch when you want to fight back, hell, you can even do a cartwheel if you genuinely tried.

But you much preferred watching at the sidelines—cheering and celebrating instead of being in the court.

And that is what you’re doing right now, acting like a cheerleader for your friends as they play basketball at the school court.

You giggled at Sieun, who was fighting for his life trying to shoot the ball just for it to bounce off the rim of the hoop. He looked utterly lost when the three other boys shared a laugh with you, at the same time teasing him.

“Nobody blocked. You threw an air ball!” Baku exclaimed in between laughs.

“Sieun, it’s okay! I’m sure you can calculate the next one.” You encouraged him cheekily. Sieun gave you a look of disappointment before he walked over to you.

“I already told them I don’t play. They’re so annoying.” He mumbled and sat down near you, accepting the bottle of water you were offering him. “Don’t mind them, they just enjoy teasing you.” You responded while Baku went up to you both.

“Okay, okay! Substitute.” Baku quickly said, making a change player gesture that a referee would do. “(Name)! You’ll be my teammate.” He boasted, looking at you with a big grin.

He knew what you were going to say next.

“Oh hell no, Baku!” — called it.

Baku waved it off, grabbing your hand, “C’mon! You know how to play, just grab and shoot!” He whined when you attempted to get out of his grip.

News flash: it didn’t work. It felt like you were getting sucked into a black hole.

“Correction: I watch you that’s why I know how. I can’t even throw that high!” You reasoned while he still dragged you towards the court. But you were stubborn.

And you had two reasons.

First is that you’ve never played basketball in your entire life.

Second of all, you can possibly and most likely would embarrass yourself in front of your year-long crush: Go Hyuntak.

You fear you’d transfer to another school if he ever sees you trip over your own feet or throw the ball accidentally at your teammate’s head.

No, nevermind. You would probably move to the other side of the world. Yeah, that’s better. Were you overreacting? Yes, you were.

While you and Baku bickered back and forth, Gotak’s voice caught your attention, locking eyes with him.

“Just for one game?” Gotak asked softly, his eyes hopeful.

You stopped moving and contemplated, biting the inner part of your cheek.

Ugh, curse those damn eyes.

“Okay, fine. But don’t expect me to be good, alright?” You sighed as Baku yelled out a victory cry, screaming, “Good job, Gotak!”

You rolled your eyes at the loud basketball captain, unable to notice the beaming smile Gotak had on while he looked at you.

Soon, your silly basketball game started—it was you and Baku against Gotak and Juntae.

For the most part, it was just Gotak and Baku showing off their skills to one another while Juntae kept getting points, you on the other hand, just kept following the ball and passing it to your teammate (you seriously avoided to hold it longer).

Then, Baku called for you, giving you the chance to shoot when he bounced the ball towards you. You laughed, deciding to give it a try, dribbling the ball to make it count.

Just as you were about to raise your arms, a tall figure stood in front of you, blocking your way. “Oi, Gotak! Let them shoot!” Baku told him.

Gotak grinned at you and placed his hands on his knees, leaning closer to you, “What are you going to do about it?” He teased. He knew you were going to complain about his height. It was adorable watching you pout. “No fair, Gotak!”

Suddenly, an idea popped in your mind.

And you were willing to try it.

“Baku, catch!” You quickly say, throwing it back to the said player behind you and immediately turning around to face a surprised Gotak.

You smirked and placed your hands on his eyes, blocking his line of sight as he tried to look over you. You giggled as you did so, watching the ball smoothly fall into the ring.

“Woo! Well played, (Name)!” Baku celebrated then pointed at you, “Keep doing that. It’s working.” He winks at you while you snorted.

You realized that your hands were still on Gotak’s face when you felt the light touches of his fingertips on your hands.

You gasp quietly and retracted your hands almost a bit too fast, feeling the heat come up to your face when you looked at him, “That’s cheating.” He stated in an amused tone, standing up properly.

The first thing you did was stick your tongue out, “No, I’m not!” You defended, “It’s the only way we’re gonna win.”

Gotak couldn’t resist putting a hand on your head, ruffling your hair slightly, “I’m not going to lose to you.” He said with a lighthearted smile.

You two stared for a moment, but got cut off when Juntae commented, “Hey, my teammate is distracted!” The boy in glasses cackled when you and Gotak looked away with red cheeks.

So the game continued—with you and Baku gaining a 4-point lead because you were determined to preoccupy Gotak by continuously keeping his eyes covered.

He just let you, moving closer and closer to you so you can reach his face.

When you had the ball in your hands, ready to shoot, Gotak appeared in front of you again with a daring smile. Instead of backing down, you grinned at him and jumped lightly to throw it over his head.

You couldn’t even tell if the ball went in because you had thrown yourself off balance—you held Gotak’s shoulders tightly as his hands moved to your waist to keep you from falling.

If you knew you sucked even at jumping, then you could’ve started exercising a bit more, you thought deeply.

However you realize how close you and Gotak were, he asked if you were okay as you removed yourself from his arms. Bummer.

“Yeah, yep, no worries.” You responded calmly, but deep down, no, you weren’t calm.

You were actually squealing and kicking your feet.

The sound of your name made you look at Baku, who was running over to you to give you a high-five. “We won, (Name). We won!” The two of you jumped around like kids that won free candy.

“And because of that, Gotakie will buy us drinks!” Baku declared confidently.

Gotak smacked him at the back of his head. “You idiot, I didn’t say anything.” He intervened.

You watched them, happy and contented. You thought you’d never get to experience playing a sport. But with them? You know you had thought wrong. You enjoyed it.

Gotak noticed and nudged you, tilting his head. He looked handsome doing it, it was your favorite habit that he would do.

“What’s wrong?” Gotak asked, moving beside you. You shook your head and looked up at him.

“Nothing, just happy.” You smiled at him warmly, “Thank you for telling me to join you guys.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach, ears going red. He never saw you smile like that. It was something he immediately kept in mind—he wanted to see that more often.

In a flustered state, he meekly responded, “It’s nothing—anything for you.” He rambled out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Lovebirds, are we getting those drinks or nah?” Baku shouted, you two jumped and saw them already at the stairs. Sieun tried to hide a small smile while Juntae kept giggling at the both of you.

“Shut up, you monkey!” Gotak yelled back, clearing his throat as he gestured you to walk first, following you when you did.

When Baku saw you already close, he wrapped an arm around you, a serious look on his face. You were about to question it but he beat you to talking, whispering in your ear. “Juntae took pictures of you and your boyfriend. Don’t worry, I told him to send it to you right away.”

He grinned while you smacked him, “You little—he’s not my—“

“You’ll thank me one day~” Baku said in a singsong voice, letting you go before you smack him again.

You swore you almost did message Baku when Juntae sent you six pictures of you and Gotak that night.

You secretly put your favorite one on a private folder.

The next day, you choked on your drink the moment you saw that same picture on Gotak’s lock screen.

Oh dear.

[lavendermatchastrife]

Raw, Next Question

Warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, pining, nerd-jo, virgin!gojo, goth!reader, chubby!reader, non-specified poc!reader, au, non-canon, gojo down bad, oral fixation, very slight blood play, pretty much porn with very little plot

Summary: you confide in your best friend about your recent, less than pleasing love life, maybe there’s something he can do about it!!

a/n: you can try to pry certified munch!gojo from my cold dead hands but I promise you wouldn’t get very far. sorry for disappearing, life is just not going my way lately 🥲

Word count: 12719

 The sound of a clock ticking in the corner of the classroom could be heard as Gojo’s class waited for the end of a very tiring school day. Long grey blinds swayed as a gentle breeze blew in from the cracked windows, a ray of sunlight beamed across the room and illuminated his desk in an almost ethereal light. The man himself was certainly angelic, the light only highlighted his delicate features. A pensive expression showed on his face, his thin silver rimmed glasses pushed firm against his wrinkled bridge. Wispy snow-white hair pushed up and out of his face. His class eyed him curiously as he nibbled on his thumb while he appeared to be staring (rather unprofessionally) daggers into his smartphone. What could he be looking at that had him so tense?

 “You good, Mr. Gojo?” His student, Yuji Itadori, piped up just as the final bell rang. As if pulled from his thoughts, Gojo snapped his head up and beamed a wide smile in response to Yuji.

 “Of course, never been better.” He shot a quick glance down at his phone, his screen still open. Yuji gathered his items, a cheeky grin on his face while he waved goodbye to Gojo who was still looking at his phone. He was rereading a sequence of messages between the both of you, hoping he wasn’t dreaming. What had he gotten himself into?

Pretty Girl: Satoru, I think I’m done dating for good.

Gojo: whatttt?!?!! 😨

Pretty Girl: guys r so nasty, just broke up with Naoya. put up w him longgg enough 😚

Gojo: oh shit fr?! What’d he do this time

Pretty Girl: pissed I wouldn’t let him hit it raw, yelled at me so I sent his ass home.

Gojo: need me to give him the ol’ one two

Gojo: jk, that’s actually really shitty :( wanna hang out n take ur mind offa things???

Pretty Girl: yes 🥺 ice cream pls

Pretty Girl: and Twilight

Pretty Girl: ughhh the more that I think about it the more pissed I get, like why couldn’t he just be happy with me. Am I boring Satoru?

Gojo: ur a snoozefest 🙄

Gojo: no, we have a great time together. He couldn’t handle allat anyways

Pretty Girl: what like you could?

Gojo: duh 

Pretty Girl: then prove it later

Gojo: say sike rn

Pretty Girl: I’m single n ready to mingle 😝

Gojo: k, ur in for it

 Gojo groaned and slammed his head against his desk. How would he even pull this off? It’s not like he was some seasoned veteran. He’d never even held hands with anyone other than you, let alone kissed anyone before. (That’s a lie, you were his first kiss back in college, albeit a drunken one.) How was he supposed to have sex with you? He ruffled his already unruly hair, then smothered his head into the aged mahogany further. As confident as he tried to appear, Gojo was not only a loser; but a virgin. Almost as untainted as the day he was brought into the world.

 He knew all about your (sex)capades, your list of boyfriends, your summer flings. It wasn’t like you had very many, you were just trying to enjoy yourself. There was no shame in that, you were a grown woman. You had needs. He was the ever supportive and faithful friend, your shoulder to cry on. If someone broke up with you after sleeping with you, he was right there with a tub of ice cream and a stack of your favorite DVD’s. You fell in love easily, it didn’t take long for you to move on, much to Gojo’s dismay. Him being in love with you was a secret, well a secret from you. Anyone around you both could see how he felt about you, everyone but you got the clue. He was just shy from sprouting a wagging tail and perked ears in your presence.

 If you were crying over a boy it was always: “Satoru, what do they have that I don’t?” “Satoru, you’re such a great guy, why can’t my boyfriend be like you?” “Satoru, what am I doing wrong?” Every time he wanted to shake some sense into you. You should be with me! He’d yell at you in his head, only to spew out some nonsense about just not having found the right person yet. You’d sniffle, and cuddle him all night but that was the extent of the comfort he’d given you. If it was up to him, he’d wine and dine you. He didn’t have experience with women outside of his colleagues, but he knew how to treat a lady at least. He’d seen quite a few movies, read the right books, listened to your complaints enough to know what you would want in a partner. What you deserved. He could just never find the right moment to confess. Would you even accept his confession?

 You’d sleep with him at least. Which is more than he’d ever even dreamt of. A fact he replayed in his head now that he could finally leave his stuffy classroom.

 On any normal day, Gojo would take his time leaving from his busy work day. He’d stay over, grade some papers, work on his lesson plans, go over his notes for the day. Anything to make his work life easier and set his kids up for success. It wasn’t a normal day however, not with you waiting for him. He was rushing out of the school as fast as he could. If no one needed him then what was the harm in leaving a little earlier? 

 The sight of him was comical, other teachers watched in confusion as he sped through the hallways. He’d brushed off anyone that called out to him sorry later, I’m really busy, determined to make it home in record time. He paid no mind to his bag that was hastily stuffed with papers, on the brink of spilling out. His tie loosened, his hair a mess from the constant nervous tugging he’d been doing. He forgot about his lunch box in the teachers lounge. If he thought about it hard enough, he was pretty sure he had plans with a few of his coworkers to go out for drinks later that night, too. That didn’t matter to him, he was sure they’d understand.

 His face flushed when he finally made it to his car, he threw his bag into the backseat and checked his phone for any more messages from you. There were a few unopened, and for the life of him he couldn’t get his phone to unlock fast enough.

Pretty Girl: I’m actually nervous now, are you sure you wanna do this 🫠

Pretty Girl: imma shave just in case

Pretty Girl: wait r you ok w that, what do u prefer?

Pretty Girl: fuck it ill just shave 

 Gojo didn’t stop the dorky smile from spreading across his face. He could tell you were nervous you didn’t have to say anything. He was glad to know that you were probably just as worked up as he was because it took a little bit of the pressure off of his shoulders. He didn’t know what you were expecting, but you had to know that he was lacking in the sexual encounters department. You were extremely open, maybe you weren’t a prolific kiss and teller, but you made sure to tell your best friend all about your experiences. There was no harm in it as long as Gojo didn’t mind, which he didn’t. It’s not like he had the balls to pursue you anyhow. 

 One thing he knew about you was that you were incredibly sensitive, incredibly needy, and just a touch insecure.

 In his mind you were perfect, what could there possibly be about you that warranted the insecurity? He’d seen your figure during countless trips to the beach, your revealing bikinis didn’t leave much to the imagination. If it wasn’t a small piece of fabric strung around your curves, then it was a tight one piece. You’d taken him panty shopping, trying things on to ask for his opinion from a man’s perspective. You were clueless to how crazy you drove him, as you’d twirl and snap the strings on your lingerie. He was thankful that he was the first one to see you in your purchase, even if it wasn’t for him. (Little did he know that you never wore anything he picked out around anyone.) (A fact you tried desperately to keep to yourself.

 Despite him loving every part of you from your curves, to the fat on your tummy, the expanse of your thighs. He loved more than your body, he loved the way you style your hair, the care you put into your makeup and appearance, the way you walked. He loved that regardless of the circumstance you’d always put 100% into your outfit when going out. You were well groomed, something he didn’t know he even wanted in a partner. He’d paid for your nails more times than he can count (or rather, care to remember), treated you to the spa just because you’d been having a rough day or week. If it wasn’t a full set of nails, it was your hair, or hell- a bag or a pair of shoes. Despite your whining about feeling bad that he’d pay for those things, he’d always brush off your concerns.

 “You wound me. I’m a former rich kid that teaches at a private school, I think I can handle you gettin’ your nails done.”

 You’d smile all shy, pushing him back by his shoulder. You’d thank him profusely, which was another thing he loved. The constant praises you’d wash over him, the smiles, the appreciation. You weren’t spoiled or expectant, but forever grateful. The boost to his ego at being the one to bring out those emotions and sweet words was much too thrilling. It was no wonder that he fell in love with you. 

 What was to be expected however, were your boyfriends being extremely jealous whenever he’d do those things for you. Even if they weren’t willing to cough up the money, it wounded their pride to no end. You’d called Gojo on many occasions, crying over a fight you’d gotten into all because of the new purse he’d bought you. Or over a necklace you had been wanting. Her partners would argue that he was doing boyfriend things to a taken woman, but what was the point of being pissed off just because they were too broke to take care of you? That wasn’t his fault.

 On his way home, he couldn’t help himself as he pulled into your favorite store, he had already picked up the ice cream you wanted. It was a cozy small business that wove their own jewelry, he figured a cute bracelet or a dainty anklet would do for a quick pick me up. 

 He chose an anklet the color of his eyes, and then a white bracelet as a cheeky bonus, whistling as he walked through the isles. Why not get both?  After all, you were hard at work all week. You just broke up with one of your longer relationships, right after a shift no less. You deserve something nice for yourself. The cashier greeted him, recognizing him as a regular of theirs. The younger woman bashfully rang his items, her face warm and posture nervous. When Gojo walked away with his purchase slung over his shoulder in its small paper bag, a large sigh tumbled from her mouth.

 He continued to whistle the same tune, stopping by a florist that was in the same outlet. The older woman tending to the arrangements greeted him, welcoming him in and recognizing him from his frequent visits. She was a nosy woman, and prided herself in being the store in the plaza that he frequented the most. She’d secretly display flowers that he was more inclined to go for, he shopped in patterns, just in case he’d stop by for the day. The chances were very high, he loved to give you flowers more than anything. Your smile when you’d take them from him carefully, and cradle them as you gushed at how pretty they were, was his favorite.

 She sang a small song as she waited for Gojo to pick his arrangement for the day, and her gut was right yet again as he picked out something she’d placed on his dedicated shelf. She sprung to check him out, “Will that be all for you? Would you like a card? Would you like these wrapped?”

 “I’d love that black vase behind you, actually.” He was already fishing his card from his wallet, swiping without a care as she checked him out. He generously tipped her, and thanked her with a wave of his bouquet.

 The walk to his car was short, and he made it home just in time for you to text him that you were on your way. He was breathless as the reality sunk in. He scrambled to freshen himself up.

 You lived twenty minutes away, which was just enough time to scrub his long day off of him and arrange his gift on his kitchen countertop. Right as he was grabbing some water for later, and placing it in his sleek modern fridge he heard keys jingling outside of his door. He quickly threw the bottles into his fridge, and jogged to open the door before you could unlock it yourself. You took his breath away as usual, you’d curled the ends of your hair. Your makeup was minimal, a smoky look with a dark brown lip, his favorite combo. Your keys were raised as if you were about to insert them, your hand frozen into place as you stared up at him with wide eyes. You were surprised, but more than that you were desperately unprepared to see him this soon and this close. You’d worked yourself up on the way over, nerves through the roof as the gravity of your situation unraveled before you as well. While you panicked, he continued to take you in.

 A tight black sweater, the sleeves draped across your shoulders exposing them to the slightly cooler air, and a long black and brown argyle skirt hugged high on your hips and stopped at your mid-shins. Black chunky platforms brought you closer to him. You wore thin glasses that were sat pushed against the bridge of your nose. A dainty necklace sparkled at the base of your neck, and when he realized it was something he’d bought for you a couple years back he beamed down at you. You were gonna get it later, he tapped his foot in anticipation as his gaze caught onto your clavicle. Sensually exposed, he wanted to kiss it so bad.

 You cleared your throat, bringing your wrist slowly back towards yourself. As your lips pursed he drank those in as well, his imaginary tail swishing faster with his growing excitement at seeing you. You were close enough for him to smell your perfume. A scent he’d said he liked, as a passing comment when you tried it out at a store a couple of months back. You were so gonna get it. You bobbed on your heels as you waited for him to let you inside, he was so obviously checking you out it was making the heat from your core travel to your cheeks.

 “Satoru…it’s cold.” You laughed as he hastily brought you inside, his eagerness endearing and refreshing. Especially considering the lack of romance in your life for the last six months, despite the fact that you’d been seeing someone. Gojo was apologizing, warming your shoulders up as he steered you into his living room. He placed you onto his plush couch, and you sighed as you sunk into the white expanse. 

 “Hey there,” he finally said as he sat next to you. He placed his gifts into your lap, pinching your cheek when a grin overtook your features. “You’re cute.”

 “Uh,” you began, clearing your throat as you opened the small paper bag. “Satoru, I love this shop. You remembered? Awe, the colors!” You didn’t hesitate to clip the bracelet onto your wrist, the beads in varying shades of white and a very light purple. You admired it, stroking it and turning the beads in their places, appreciating the work. The flowers had a heavy aroma, it was of course a dark blue and black arrangement. The anklet sat in your lap, and when you went to take off your shoes Gojo stopped you.

 “Lemme do that, later.” His smug request brought further heat to your cheeks, and your shy nod made him clench into his thigh. He was feeling his resolve starting to crumble, he was planning to take his time because he wanted this so bad and he adored you. But that was proving to be difficult the more time that passed between you. It hadn’t been long since he’d opened his door to you, however it was starting to feel like an eternity. “You hungry?” He asked, starting to get up from where he was seated. He felt the light blue sweater he wore being tugged, the gentle grip from your hand pulling him back down.

 He was dressed in loose pajama pants, grey ones that didn’t hide much. His excitement was apparent, and you could tell he was going to be a little difficult to manage. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could see his growing arousal, and boy was it on the bigger side. A silver chain, something simple, hung around his neck. It was a gift from you for his birthday last year.

 “Satoru,” the way you whined, leaning back as you drew his name out, made his breath catch onto the back of his throat. “I’m hungry.” You said, turning your head to the side to expose the expanse of your neck. It looked delicious and he didn’t hesitate to take in your pulse and the scent of you as he immediately buried his face into your neck. He placed a light kiss against the thrumming in your neck, it only grew in its rapid dance. “Want dessert before dinner, please.” You pleaded with him, hiking your leg up and around his hip just to pull him over you. Your skirt rose, exposing your leg over his hip. Your platform dug into his side. It felt incredible while he lapped and kissed your neck further.

 “Just a lil’ taste, don’t wanna ruin your appetite.” He agreed, reaching back to pull off your clunky shoes. They thudded heavily behind him, and even though it turned you on you immediately chastised him.

 “Those were expensive! Be careful!” Your pout down at him was beyond adorable, you tucked your chin as you drew your eyebrows inward. He nodded, not arguing with you, and he pushed your legs back against your sides. It felt awkward as your long skirt pushed up your hips as a result.

 “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’ll get you another pair to make up for it. I’ll be careful from now on, promise.” He leaned down to kiss your knee, and then brought the leg that was closest to the edge of the couch up. Up as he rose back again and he gently kissed your ankle. Your skin smelled like his favorite scrub, something sweet and floral. Your toes were recently done, shiny black polish that he paid for. Your skin was smooth, and he was a little too excited to reach for the anklet he bought you and clip it into place. He kissed it once again, before wrapping it around his hip. Gods he didn’t know what he was doing, when he was going to take things further, what you liked. But this felt like it was going well. He had to be doing something right as he drank in your panting form, excitement written all over your face.

 “Wait, Satoru,” you gently pushed him back, just as he was about to lean down. He was inching your skirt further above your hips, exposing your thighs and lower tummy. Soft skin that he rubbed and soothed as he waited for you to continue, “I’m actually really hungry.” You covered your face in embarrassment as your stomach rumbled almost on cue. He laughed then, a loud surprised one as he looked down at you with such fondness. His gaze soft as he still leaned down, and placed a searing kiss over the front of your panties. A skimpy sheer black pair, he placed his lips over the small black bow in the center. You gasped, raking your fingers in his hair, desperately trying not to buck up. You were so needy, he hadn’t even touched the sensitive part you wanted him to. But the anticipation made it feel like he did.

 “Sure, whatever you want, sweet girl.” He brought your skirt back down, helped sit you up as you fixed your hair. You waited patiently for him to fix you something up, and you felt bad as you watched him walk around his kitchen with his obvious hard on. It wasn’t going away, no matter how focused he was on the task at hand. He was bringing you a tray of snacks, some fruit, some chocolate, some pretzels. (Practically poked your eye out in the process) God he knew you so well, knew exactly what you wanted when you wanted it. He’d been with you for so long, watching you and taking note. It was borderline creepy, he scared himself if he was being honest.

 You happily munched on the snacks he brought you, the tension in the air still buzzing but slowly being consumed by a different feeling. He was over spilling with affection for you as you flipped through the channels on his new television, laughing along as you landed on your favorite sitcom. Corny jokes easing the tension in your shoulders, this is what he wanted from you more than anything. Security, comfortability. He was happy to provide you with whatever you wanted or needed so long as you kept smiling around him. 

 You finally let yourself calm down, in truth while you were hungry you were really just scared. Not of Gojo, never, but of your attraction for him. Scared of how fast things were going, even if you did want it. Badly. You’d always been attracted to him, you’d just never acted on it. There was no way he’d want you. So you let yourself get swept up in small romances, in pretty words and faces that promised to make you happy. They were mediocre at best, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from loving people that treated you well at first and called you pretty. Gojo fell under that category, and so much more, but you wouldn't jeopardize years of friendship. You really didn’t see all that he did was to get you to notice him, you’d thought he was just an affectionate person. Much like yourself. You didn’t understand what possessed you to proposition him that night. You’d been squashing your feelings for years, maybe it was finally getting to be too much.

 On more than one occasion, you’d have friends tell you about wanting to confess to him. To try him out, and you sincerely wished them the best. He’d rejected anyone that you knew, but even if you never saw him date anyone you didn’t think he’d never dated anyone. So as you strolled up to his home, key in hand, you prepared yourself. His experience had to be extensive, he was probably crazy in bed. You’d seen him half naked so many times through the years. Whether it was from trips together or just him unashamedly changing in front of you, you weren’t oblivious to how well built he was. There was no way he wasn’t getting any action.

 You were preparing yourself for a sex god when he laid you down, took control immediately. He moved so smoothly, so sure of himself, he had to know what he was doing. And it not only scared you, but it kind of hurt. The irrational jealousy that you weren’t going to be the first woman he ravaged despite having a couple of bodies yourself. It was funny that you stopped him because it was a little overwhelming, when he was practically the face of an untouched maiden. It was all instinct and adrenaline.

 You finally turned to face Gojo, setting your tray on the black coffee table in front of you. “Can we start in your room? I’m a little sore from being on my feet all day..” Just as your sentences came to an end, he instantly scooped you up. Up we go.~ You yelped in surprise, music to his ears, while he clambered straight towards his bedroom. 

 He kicked his door open, baby blue walls instantly greeting you. Pictures of the both of you throughout the years were scattered amongst his walls, almost taunting you with what you were about to ruin. 

 One in particular caught your attention, hung above his bed was a picture of the both of you at a mutual friend's wedding. You were each other’s plus one. You’d color coordinated, black of course. Happy that your friend was so encouraging of self expression and not superstitious. You’d danced all night, had one too many drinks. When you congratulated the happy couple, his arm was draped so he could hold onto your hip. Possessive for something that wasn’t his, and you ate it up. Reveled in his undivided attention. You danced the night away, fast or slow, it didn’t matter. As the sun began to disappear, you set your camera up, propped against a half finished Corona, you didn't have to beg him for a photo. He knew what you wanted, hugged you tightly from behind as it took a few in rapid succession. Both of you were oblivious to the bets hung in the air on when you’d finally just get it the fuck together. Take that extra leap.

 How could either of you do that though? As reluctance and insecurity shrouded your actions, it was the safest bet to just do nothing. Gojo was not an unsure man. He knew what he wanted, and he got it most of the time. Despite that fact, he was an incredibly devoted man, and knew that so much more than his feelings were on the line. He was lonely, a people pleaser, hung onto any positive reaction he could get. How could he be so selfish, and ruin one of the best things that ever happened to him?

  Well, at least he tried.

 “Of course, I’m sorry sweetheart. You must be so tired.” He gently placed you onto his bed, rubbing your shoulders as you sat on the edge. He massaged down your arms, then made his way down your ticklish sides. “Feelin’ a lil’ better?” You groaned and nodded in approval, then thumped your head onto his broad chest. He tucked his chin over your head while he rubbed your back, the high point of your backside. He could feel the thickness of it as you sat. Your arch into him gave him an insane view. Your silhouette was pitching a tent in his pants, but you were too blissed out to even notice it. Touching you sent shivers down his spine, while goosebumps traveled down yours. 

 “Feels good.” You mumbled, and you further buried yourself into his chest while wrapping your arms around him. He smelled amazing, warm and comforting.

“Is that so.~ I’m glad, want more?” You eagerly nodded and he encouraged you to turn around. He hesitantly pulled your skirt off, careful not to take your panties with it. You lifted your shirt, dragging your bra with it with hardly a care as you laid flat on your stomach. Comfortable on his big bed, cuddling into his fluffy blankets. Comfortability was important to him, and his heart swelled when he thought about the fact that he was making you this way. That you loved his room, and you loved his touch. His hands worked down your back seriously, the knots in your shoulder giving way and you moaned in encouragement.

 “Feels good, ah.” God he was hard, he loved when he could massage you, feeling rewarded himself despite being the one to work your knots away. Knots from a busy hard working day. Although this was his first time having you like this, his knees on either side of your hips. His grey pajama pants were beginning to dampen a little, his drooling cock starting to take its toll. This was so much to take in, your little panties made your ass look like a heart, and his little friend was eager at the sight. He was trying not to touch you with it, but as you felt it painfully strain and twitch every time you moaned you figured you could tease him a little bit. You pushed back into him just the slightest, squishy backside feeling amazing against his lower half. He immediately bucked against you, sweat began to fall from his brow.

 “Sweetheart, can I turn you around?” He asked, rubbing your lower back and stopping himself from kneading the two mounds in front of him. They were jiggling, and he was trying so hard not to bust at the sight. You nodded, just the slightest bit of reluctance as you covered your chest with both of your hands and turned to face him. Holy shit, his eyes were blown. His face was red, and he was so hard. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and thanked the lord that Gojo chose those pants for the night. You felt like you were drooling. The pink tips of his fingers pushed against your pouting maw, and his thumb pulled your bottom lip down. You opened your mouth, tongue squirming inside and he stuck his thumb inside just to feel it twitch. He gently rubbed your tongue, and the slightly salty taste of it had you already seeing stars. You lapped at it, and sucked on it, like it was your favorite candy.

 His breath began to pick up, and all he could focus on was the warm wet sensation. He switched his thumb out for his index and middle fingers. He traced your teeth, your gums, and curiously inched his fingers further down your throat. You tried not to gag, the tears in your eyes proof that he was getting some distance. He pulled them out, a thick strand of drool followed him as if it didn’t want him to leave. Your sharp inhale for breath, a deep and desperate sound further encouraged him. He eagerly placed his coated finger inside of his mouth, and while this normally would’ve repulsed you, instead you felt your heart hammering inside of its cage. Your mouth was still open and you flattened your tongue outward. He couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stick them back in or kiss him, but damn was he going to kiss you senseless regardless.

  He licked your tongue with his own, swallowing you up immediately. You moaned into the kiss, eagerly exploring whatever you could. It was sloppy, and messy, the saliva almost grossed you out. But god did it feel amazing, you’d never do this with anyone else, however he was getting you addicted to doing it with him. You eagerly opened for him, and he drooled inside. He wanted to push you back, he had to do something more. He was getting restless, his hands tugged at the base of your head and tangled into your hair. Your own hands raked through his silky strands. Your noises were deadly, whether it was the smacking of your lips or the squishy sounds of your spittle, or your moans. You were moaning like he was inside of you, and he felt his own pang of jealousy. Others had seen you like this, kissed you breathless and you looked like this for them? 

 He nipped at your bottom lip, and you fought to bite his lip instead. Drawing it back and pricking him in the process. He gasped, and moaned. His noises were surprising, was he always this vocal? You wanted more, so you pulled him down against you just to man handle his mouth again. You were tugging and biting his lip. Surely bruising him but he wanted it, needed you to mess him up like he was going to mess you up. It was overwhelming you how good this felt, how delirious you were starting to feel. He licked your cheek, held your jaw in place as his tongue started where his hand held you, up and along the side of your face. He caressed your ears, and then his hands acted on their own, exploring your exposed chest. You’d forgotten that you were shirtless, forgotten that you’d only been in your skimpy panties. 

 This freaked you out as you were reminded of the fact that you were about to hook up with your oldest friend. Your closest friend. Your insanely handsome best friend that was way too good at kissing and way too pliant. You pushed him back, needing to catch your breath. Maybe even needing to escape. He panted with you, not going to wipe his mouth that had a little bit of his blood mixed in with his saliva. So much saliva, it had to have been yours as well. You were sure you weren’t in a better state than him.

 You sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed once again and he sat next to you. There was some space between the both of you, his ceiling fan spun above you as you continued to breathe haggardly. You shivered, the loss of warmth caused goosebumps to spread across your body, and your nipples tantalizingly perked. He watched you, just wishing you would notice the heart eyes he had for you. That he was giving you actively.

 “S-Satoru.” You choked out, voice breathy, “I want you to know that I really value us.” He nodded along, hanging off of every word that tumbled from your trembling lips. They were red, swollen, your face was moist from him licking you repeatedly. “It- it’s been a while since I’ve slept with someone. Naoya was super selfish, and it hurt so I just didn’t wanna anymore. He was big, which was really scary. And you’re big- Ugh.” You put your face in your hands as you shifted your knees to touch them against his own. “I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t be talking about that when we’re about to…”

 He stopped you then, taking your hands into his own. “Babe, you think that would make me insecure?” He gestured to himself, flatted his lips and lifted his eyebrows as if to say have you seen me? “Besides,” he pointed to below his belt, “do you even know what I’ve got goin’ on down here? I promise, talkin’ ‘bout that guy won’t do nothin’ to me. He ain’t got nothin’ on me.” His confidence perked you up, and a few hesitant giggles left your tense lips. He rubbed your thighs again, hoping to comfort you. And the tension gave way, you leaned against his chest again. “Wanna stop for today?” You shook your head, and clenched your fists into his shirt.

 “I think you just have to take your time to prepare me and whatnot. To put it bluntly, I don’t take big dick well. And you clearly have a big one.” You mumbled, peaking your head up to gauge his reaction. His brows furrowed in response and your heart sank. “If it’s too much you don’t have t-”

 “Why wouldn’t I prepare you?” He sounded genuinely confused, almost offended that you thought he’d just do whatever he pleased. Like your comfortability and pleasure wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. Your heart stuttered once again, and you owlishly blinked up at him. “Gonna make you feel good.” He said, nudging your nose with his own. “Though, you’re gonna hafta guide me. Since I’m a first-timer ‘n all.” You pushed him back then, your jaw gaping at his statement. First-timer?

 “You fuckin’ liar!” You slapped his chest, laughing not believing him for a second. Classic Gojo pulling out some jokes to lighten the mood. He stood firm though, his grin seeming a little too sincere. “Wait, you’re jokin’ right?” You asked, placing your hands flat against his chest as you stared up at him. He shook his head, melting at how beautiful you were.

 “You’re so beautiful.” The words tumbled from his mouth, but you could barely process his compliment as you were stuck on the devastating (yet exciting) revelation. Wait, exciting? How old were you again?

 “B-but that kiss, and all those dates I’ve set you up with.”

 “That was technically the second time I’ve kissed someone.” He held a contemplative look, and rubbed his jaw. “How many kisses do ya think that was? Prolly like, a thousand right?” You beat your fist bluntly against his chest.

 “Oh my God, Satoru! What the hell? You have no experience?” You weren’t disappointed, you just felt a little betrayed. You thought all this time he was just a private person, which you could respect. Turns out he was a fair maiden, and you were about to ravage him like he was some slutty womanizer. 

 “Not a lick of it.” His lopsided grin caused the corners of your eyes to crinkle. “Wanna pop m’ cherry?”

 “What, for real? You’re okay with that?” He squeezed his eyes in response, his self control beginning to finally wither away. Fuck it. It’s go time.

 “You’re such an airhead sometimes, fuckin’ duh I want you. Duh I’m okay with it. I’ve wanted you for, like, ever now.” He squeezed you against himself, his affection finally boiling over, and you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

 “You mean it. Really? You want me?” You asked, it was muffled against his sweater. Your hair snagged his necklace. He was getting hot, he needed that heavy thing off. He reached for the hem of it, beginning to pull it off, but you stopped him. “Lemme.” You threw your leg over him, and reached for the bottom yourself. You grinded yourself down on his straining bulge and pulled the garment up and off. It felt good to not be the only topless one.

 “I want you. I need you.” He pleaded, gazing up at you as you held yourself over him. Your knees held you up, your soft hands cupped his face, fresh black manicure scratched at his chin. You brought your own face down, just to nudge your nose against him.

 “Open, then.” And he did, without a second to spare and you let your own string of saliva slowly dribble down into his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, and held you closer to himself, tucking his chin between your breasts as you continued to drool for him. You brought his face up, kissed the corner of his lips, and then trailed down the side of his face. Then down his neck. Small love marks were left in your wake, the trail getting darker and deeper with your intensifying excitement. He held you in place with one arm while he lifted himself up a little to take his pants off. He was wearing briefs that you’d gotten him for Valentine’s day that year. Sleek black ones with tiny white pin stripes that hugged him too well. And God damn it, he was indeed big. Bigger than you thought it’d be. The angry tip (and then some) poked out the bottom of his briefs. You sat yourself down, not caring about your weight or what he wanted at that moment. You were exhausted from holding yourself up, like you said, you’d been on your feet all day. He cooed, then flipped you both with ease so that you could lay down. Your body relaxed and you smiled up at him gratefully.

 His hands rubbed down your sides again, you opened your legs so he could slot himself between them. The bed creaked, the comforter had you sinking into it. You looked otherworldly, angelic, he wanted to kiss you gently. He grabbed your ankle again, kissed where the anklet  was, and rubbed his big hands down your thighs. He stopped right when he’d reach the peak of your inner thigh, just as your breath would hitch when he’d graze a sensitive area before he drew back just to do it again.

 “How was work, sweet girl?” He asked, you took your time to answer. Reveling in the sensation of his massage again, so happy that he was working your tension away.

 “Lots of kids, lots of papers, lots of crayon masterpieces. It was a good, but long day.” You smiled fondly, thinking of your own elementary students. You’d been teaching as long as he had, at a public school close to your home. You enjoyed the shorter hours, and it was surprisingly active. “Parent-teacher night is this week, I’ve been preparing for it.” You explained, reaching out to rub his arms. Your touch burned him, he really wanted more. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out, he was thankful that he didn’t cum in his pants earlier. Although it was a close call. “You?” Your gaze found his, a soft smile spread across your features.

 He leaned in to kiss you, flattening your legs against your sides. You didn’t know you were that flexible as he bent them back to hold your bottom half a little more raised. You moaned, tangling your hands in his hair, you’d missed this feeling during the short break. Even if it’d only been a few minutes. He pulled back, “Boring, my kids are great though.” You hummed, petting his head while he marked up your neck. His biting and licking tickled and tingled, you wrapped your legs high on his back.

 “Satoru, touch me.” it was meant to come out as a question, but it was more demanding. You’d never been good at asking for things, which is why he just got you everything you wanted, anything you needed. This would be no different. While he wanted to taste your essence so badly, he didn’t want to leave your mouth. He loved your lips, so he brought his fingers to them. You coated them in a thick layer of spittle, then reached to pull your panties to the side yourself. 

 “Gonna put these in.” He said, starting off with one finger. It was already soaking down there, he didn’t need your spit at all. He was being considerate because you said it’d been a while, but this just further frustrated you.

 “Can I have both,” Your panting against his mouth spurred him on, you gave him short kisses. After a short pause you added, “please?” He obliged, working them inside you. They were long, incredibly so. Was everything about him extreme? You needed to see his aching dick, you were so curious about how big he was underneath those restricting undergarments.

 “So sweet for asking, my sweet girl.” He praised, licking your mouth and then your face again. You moaned out loud, not wanting this to end. You felt like an animal, he was practically caging you in, his body weight heavy but grounding. Your hair was wild spread out on his bed, your skin glistening with the beginnings of perspiration. A gentle flush overtook your complexion. The marks all over your neck would be tomorrow's problem, and he’d get you whatever you needed to cover them up. He just had to leave them, the beautiful pink and purple marks made his heart twitch in sync with his swollen phallus. He caged one muscular arm on the left side of your head, just so he could put more weight on you as his hand worked you harder. You were belting out sweet noises. He needed to hear more. If you moaned, he moaned. Feeling just as much as you were, kissing you and whining like he was buried deep inside already.

 “S-Satoru. M’ gonna.” You scratched at his back, “ah, cum! M’gonna cum!” You cried out, arching as much as you could, he only drilled into you harder. Rocking your body with his, almost like it was his hips making you feel this good. He curled his fingers, searching for that spongy spot he read about. When he found it, your pretty eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open in that of ecstasy. 

 “You wanna cum, baby?” He asked, leaned back finally to watch you come undone. You were wet, teary eyed, marked up. The bruises were so beautiful. He stuck the fingers that weren’t inside of you, into your open mouth. You didn’t hesitate to eagerly suck them, the vibrations from your constant moaning obscene. “Fuck, I wanna put it in.” You clamped down, and lifted yourself up as you came hard around his thick fingers. His pounding didn’t stop, it was almost too much. “Think I can make ya squirt?”

 “I can’t do that-” you moaned in surprise as he spread your legs apart, so wide it aches. He sat back on his haunches, just so he could do you deeper with his fingers, harder, all while he rubbed your clitoris too. “W-wait, not at the same time. It feels funny.”

 “Fuck yeah, I bet it does. Imma make you squirt.” He grinned, eyes widening as you writhed under him. He was practically glowing. Your tits bounced, he wanted them in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of this. “Yer pretty, so pretty. My pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you again, then kiss your breasts, and finally took a perky nipple into his mouth.

 “Ngh..” you mewled, the gentle rocking from your hips turned frantic. “Gonna cum again, it’s gonna be big. M’ gonna cum all over you.” You babbled, just shy from sobbing when it raked through you again. The bastard had done it, you squirted all over his torso. His eyes were blown wide, a few spurts sprayed his face. His tongue poked out, eager to taste what you gave him.

 “Imma lick it, you cool with that?” He asked, hauling your bottom half up and crinkling your position, you were weightless in his presence, practically a doll for him. You didn’t fight it, moved how he wanted. You nodded.

 “Jus’ a little, wan’ yer dick.” You said, reaching both your hands up to caress his face. He wanted to cry. He was probably already crying. God you were amazing.

 “Love you.” He kissed your knee. “Gonna make you love me.” He kissed the hot nub, the sensitive thing made your whole pussy twitch. It was pretty. “So pretty, so wet. Love you.” He kissed it again, “love you.” He licked it then, taking in whatever juices he could.

 “You- you what?” You asked, covering your face is embarrassment. There were obscene noises coming from below, a wet squelching you had never heard nor experienced before.

 “Love you so bad. Forever, loved you forever. ‘M yers.” His confession against your weeping flower made you clench around nothing, so he plugged it with his tongue.

 “That’s ‘nuff, put it in Satoru.” You pleaded, tugging his head back by the base of his hair and he moaned at that. Your voice was garbled, hoarsely strained from your tense position. Your arousal glittered across his mouth, while drool continued to slip past his puffy rose-tinted lips.

 “Yeah, I’ll put it in.” He placed you down, the strain on your back easing up. You sighed in relief, finally. “Gotta grab a rubber.” You shook your head and stopped him before he could reach into his night stand.

 “Satoru, you love me?” He nodded eagerly, unsure about where you were going with this. “You’re a virgin?” He once again nodded. “Then do me just like this, I trust you. I’ve never felt it before.” His mind blanked, and for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to say. Ocean eyes hesitantly searched your own for a joke. Haha, very funny. You were dead serious. “Mean it, wanna feel you all the way. Gimme it all, love you too.” 

  It was hilarious, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of some months only a few hours prior. Because he demanded raw sex, all so at the end of the day he could get it without even asking. He grabbed his member, the blushing fat tip tapped against your entrance, “I’m gonna fuck the hell outta ya.” He tapped it some more. “Lemme in.~” his sing-song voice eased your nerves, tapping it harder just to mess with you. “‘Scuse me miss, I’ve gotta’ package here for you. Would you mind signin’?” You slapped his torso, frustrated that he was playing with you. He couldn’t take shit seriously. 

 In reality he was freaking out that you loved him back, that he was about to feel your heat with nothing between you both, that this was the first time you’d be having sex without protection. His first time period was going to be with you, wholly and completely.This only caused his metaphorical tail to wag harder. He was trying very hard not to start actively crying. He pushed his tip in, moaning loudly as he sunk in deeper. “Oh shit.” His breathing was heavy, and he tried to keep his eyes open. Tried to paint your steady writhing deep within his memories.

 He held your thigh, bracing himself with his other hand against the creaking dark oak of his headboard. He rocked in further, hissing and moaning as he did so. His pink face further blushed, his eyes watered as the feeling overwhelmed him. A sheen of sweat glistened over his body, and goosebumps broke out. Good thing you came that night already because, “‘M not gonna last long.” He groaned.

 You moaned with him, pushing down on him. It was incredibly wet, incredibly stretched out, and it was the best dick you’d ever felt in your life. You’d not been able to take a big dick fully before, but you’d die before you let Satoru go uncovered and unsatisfied. You’d take it all, you were determined. You pushed your hips down, wanted to feel him in your stomach. Never having been so excited for a dick, never felt the sensations of thick veins. His foreskin added to the sensation, and it was true what all of your sexually adventurous friends told you. Uncut dick was truly the best. And raw on top of it? Never in your life did you think you’d see the day. You moaned endlessly, it was beautiful. His new favorite song, he was half tempted to record it. Actually…

 “Hey, ya mind if I take a video?” He asked, stopping his movements. You stared up at his glowing body, his wide eyes, his pussy drunk expression. You looked over, searching for your phone and handed it to him, then smiled.

 “Whatever you want, sweet boy.” He mushed his pelvis against yours, moaning loudly at your pet name. He didn’t bother recording as he held himself as deep as he could go, and swiveled his hips in place. You were seeing stars. “Oh shit..! Oh fuck!” Your cries were truly music to his ears, you did it! You took it all, you wanted to feel elated and proud of yourself but his cockwas just so good you couldn’t think of anything but the sensation.

 He drew his hips back, just until the very tip was kissing your entrance, lovingly. He opened your phone (the password was his birthday) and turned the camera on. It was focused on where you would meet, and as he recorded, he sunk right back in. A satisfied sigh left both of your mouths, along with your moans in sync. 

 “Jus’ like that.” You whined, your encouragement was enough to make his hips stutter. “You’re so good, the best. Feel so good, fuck baby.” Your words only fueled his fire. He was determined to drill into you until you were creaming all over him. Just this time on his achingly hard penis. Which by the looks of it, as he gazed down at where he was pounding, you were already all milk. Gushing around him, god he couldn’t wait to feel you cum on him. 

 He put the phone down for a second, not turning it off. Instead, he hesitantly went to flip you around. He really wanted to squeeze your plump ass. It was round, fat, he’d always wanted to touch it. “Can I…” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, rather you moved yourself around and arched your back for him. Your plump behind fully on display, your panties making his already fully hard member twitch. He was inside that, and now he gets backshots. He really was God’s favorite. “Fuck.” He aligned himself, pushing in and you hissed at the stretch. The angle had you instantly drooling, your face flattened into his pillow. The feeling was overwhelming, his scent overtook you along with the musk of your activities.  “It’s so slippery, so tight.”

 You were smearing your dark makeup all over his white pillowcase. The sight drove him wild, his hand reached for your phone and focused on where you were connected again. He drew his hips back, just to snap them inwards. It winded you, knocking you further over. He pushed out and back in with the same force again, every so often he’d grind himself flush against you just to kiss your fat lips better and ease up on his rough treatment. You’d be bruised later, which would suck. But you knew he’d take care of you. On a particularly hard thrust, you hit your head into his headboard.

 “Oof!” You exclaimed, not really paying attention to what happened, but acknowledging that it did. You were too engrossed in his swollen dick making sweet love to your dripping pussy.

 “Oh shit.” he stopped his ministrations, and discarded your phone. Not realizing that you’d been making your way up the bed. “I’m sorry, pretty girl.” He turned you around, and rubbed your sore spot. You lazily and stupidly smiled up at him, and shook your head as if to say it’s alright. You didn’t really have a voice anymore, and even if you did, you were too tired to use it. You reached down for him, and aligned him once again. You needed his angry cock, needed it to break you in. Kiss your cervix. Make out with your pussy lips. You loved kissing him in any way you could. With that thought in mind, you made hands to grab his face. And pushed his lips against yours, haggard moans tumbling. He sunk back in, this time he held it there for you to adjust.

 The sun was setting, it cast his room into a more sensual light. He forgot to shut his billowing black curtains, so it was fortunate that his room was in the back and his yard had high privacy fencing. As your skin was dyed in yellow, pink, and red, he held you there. Kissing you languidly, whispering sweet nothings against your exhausted lips. This fucker said he wouldn’t last long. You didn’t sweat the small stuff, and instead wrapped your legs around his waist as he warmed his cock. The heels of your feet dug into him, pulled him flush against you. He did that thing where he swiveled his hips and it had you almost cumming all over him.

 “Oh, Satoru. Yes!” You mewled, suddenly finding your voice, rocking so that his pelvis rubbed your clit. He could tell that you liked it, and needed that extra stimulation. He drew his hips back, tired of taking it slow. He was sure you’d be fine if he picked up the pace, he’d rub your clit as an apology.

 His hips began a rapid, desperate pace. He was panting like a dog, tongue hanging out. Your sweet area was so wet, when he looked down there was a thick white ring covering the base of his shaft. The room was silent, both of you too immersed in the feeling. It was broken by the squelching of your intense love making, and occasional deep moan or heavy intake of breath. His orgasm was quickly approaching, he really didn’t want to finish. Not yet. He felt like he was too quick, he knew he could do better.

 He pushed your thighs flush against the mattress and held himself on his toes so that he could drill in even deeper. Harder. More desperate, more intense. His panting was so loud, and you were beginning to moan again. He reached down to rub your clit, furiously as it stood up just as angry as his cock. It was watery, and as he drove in and out little spurts of your arousal escaped you. You were squirting on him again, albeit to a less degree but it was just as hot. You were close, that much he could tell by the higher pitch of your whines. There was a desperate knit of your brow, and you were squeezing him impossibly tight. Your body was tense, he just needed you to give him what he wanted and he’d follow.

 You opened your mouth, and stuck your tongue out. Begging him to get messy. Mess me up! Mess me up! Mess me up! You chanted in your foggy state, and he drooled in your mouth just like earlier. He leaned down, his hips smacking into you so hard it almost hurt. You stared into his eyes while he spit on you, spit on your mouth, in your mouth, bit your lips and tugged. You wrenched his head back, pulling his hair just to be a little mean. Just to see if he’d let you. Of course he did, and it damn near made him spill inside of you.

 “Ohhhh fuck.” He moaned, his sweat dripped down onto you. Your hands, fisted into his dusty white locks, smashed his head into you. Your mouths and teeth clashed. You bit him, and drew more blood. You slammed his face into you so hard, his nose began to bleed just a little. What a sight it was. It would definitely stain his bedding, but that was hardly a problem to him.

 The crimson painted his expression beautifully, the euphoria so evident that you just had to give him what he wanted. You smeared the blood dripping from his nose, swiped it to the side. Just to mess him up more, and finally as he bruisingly slammed into you with added fervor you let go.

 “Good girl, sweet girl.” You moaned, lifting your hips so he could use you to get off. He pulled you up and down his length as you continued to cum all over him. “Where do ya want it?”

 “Wan inside. Inside me. ‘M on the pill, don’t stop. Don’t pull out. Don’t leave.” You were begging, you were practically insane. Tears streamed down your face, and he finally spilled himself inside of you. His loud moan shook his whole body, he held himself flush against you, mashing his pelvis against your clit again just for more clear liquid to spray out of you. It was sensational, something he’d never felt before. He fucked it into you, his cum still dribbling out of his slit. He came so much, he didn’t think it would stop. As he drilled his load into you, it only further worked him up.

 “Wanna go one more time?”

•

 You were laid on his chest, fast asleep. Exhaustion overtook you after the fourth round, his stamina surprised you, and frankly, it also terrified you. At one point you were sure you were going to die. He gazed down at you, you were cupping his chest with your face pressed against his right pectoral. You were smushed into him, cuddling as much of his muscular chest as you could. There was drool pooling, hair stuck to your forehead and in different directions everywhere else. Your face was flushed and sweaty, his poor dick was waking up at the sight. Was that concerning? Was he some sort of freak? Just as he was about to reach out and smooth your hair, his phone buzzed on the nightstand next to him. It was one of his coworkers, a long time friend of his, he was definitely supposed to be meeting them at that time. He cursed, and answered, trying not to wake you. His quiet voice filled the otherwise silent area.

 “Hello?” He wasn’t trying to whisper but he took extra care not to disturb your much deserved rest.

 “Satoru~ where ya at?” The lilt in his voice echoed outside of Gojo’s phone, the noise from the restaurant the rest of his friends were at could be heard as well. “Everyone else is here, it’s not like you to be late.”

 “Hey man,” he started, you whined as he tried to move away. He was scared they’d wake you, but instead he did when you began to lose his warmth. “Shh, go back to sleep.” He soothed you, your blinking tired eyes tried to focus on him. How long had you been out for? On the other end he could hear his friends murmuring, and he rolled his eyes.

 “Baby, who is it?” You asked, much too close to his phone but his heart eyes only doubled in size. You yawned, and pulled yourself over him. Your naked body warmed him up, only further exciting him. He had to calm down. As you made yourself comfortable on him, and kissed his neck you rested your head there, then he spoke.

 “It’s Suguru, sweet girl.” His low voice eased you, and your eyelids fluttered shut.

 “Tell him I said hi.” And just like that you fell back asleep, with your arms looped around his neck.

 “Oh, she says hi?”

 “She sure does, my girl is just the sweetest isn’t she?” Gojo mused, playing with your cheek as you snoozed on top of him.

 “Is that what you’ve been doing since you left? You were in such a hurry, no one could reach you.” Geto sounded amused, Gojo could practically hear the way he languidly twirled a piece of his silky hair around his finger. There was a pause, and Gojo assumed he took a swig of his drink. “I’ll leave ya to it, then. Bring her along next time, it’s been a while since we’ve all hung out.”

 “Heh, maybe.” Fat chance, he wanted to monopolize as much of your time as he could. The last thing he wanted was your other friends teasing you all night. They said their goodbyes, and Gojo threw his phone to the opposite side of his bed. He couldn’t believe that you were there, in his arms. Probably incredibly sore. His gaze lingered on the marks he left, feeling bad for being so rough with you. His teeth were clearly put to use that night.

 He again maneuvered himself from under you. You didn’t stir that time, instead you cuddled the fluffy pillow he replaced his body with. Maybe he should draw a bath for you. He quietly padded out of his room, thankful for the carpet masking his footsteps. He entered his bathroom, you’d already had some toiletries there. For when you’d stay the night. His mind raced, were you staying over? Were you guys official? Did he royally screw up a lifelong friendship because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants? The water drew, the bubbles rose. A sweet aroma filled the bathroom, he hoped he could make it up to you. He grimaced the more he thought about all the marks he had left on you. 

 There was movement behind him as the bubbles continued to rise, you'd woken up and set out of the room to find him. You sleepily leaned yourself against the doorway, his blue sweater from earlier hung off of your shoulders. He felt something twitch, below his belt, the marks all over you turning him on rather than making him feel bad. It was something about the sight of you in his clothes. He rose to his feet, and wiped his hand on a towel that hung from a bar next to his bathtub.

 “Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin’?” He asked, padding his way towards you, he wanted to touch you. He held your shoulders, and squeezed them affectionately.

 “Where’s the ice cream?” You yawned and rubbed your eyes, the raspiness in your voice made his heart clench. He walked you over to the bath, and encouraged you to get in. In your half awake state you complied very easily, not caring for the shedding of your clothes and instead you soaked in the warmth of the water. It eased your sore muscles, and you sighed in contentment when you were fully seated.

 “Bath first, ‘kay?” You nodded, and reached out for him. You wanted him close, he knew you were needy but he was hardly on the romantic receiving end. You cuddled sure, watched movies, hugged, danced. But these more intimate moments were completely new.

 “C’mere, miss you.” You yawned again, slipping further into the bath. The suds overtook you, and when he finally slipped in himself, there was hardly any room to move around. You settled into his lap, leaning against him and let him do the work. He worked some shampoo into your hair, rinsed it himself. Lathered your body and scrubbed. You’d both showered prior to meeting up, so soaking in the bath after working up a sweat felt amazing. You felt a little dirty, knowing whatever you’d done was being washed away. He was taking such good care of you, you could almost ignore the growing problem under you.

 Almost.

 You shifted, your hazy eyes finally beginning to lose the fog. Your wet lashes blinked up at him, his own eyes widened as you brought him into a sweet kiss. It lacked heat, but curried so much affection. It was lazy, you lapped at his bottom lip just because you felt like it.

 “Love you.” You repeated, was this what it was like to be on the receiving end of your adoration? He tried to rack his brain, tried to find any indication that you’d felt like this about him in the past. Sure you’d looked at him a little too long, held his gaze when you were alone. Your physical affection sometimes felt just a little too intimate. 

 You’d invited him over a while back, short shorts resting at just above the bottom of your ass. Tank top low, lacy black bra peaked out just a bit. He’d kept his hands inside of his pockets, patting himself on the back for wearing thick jeans and an oversized hoodie. He felt the air, it was different, but he couldn’t tell if you were making a move on him. Your sweet smile as you rushed him into your apartment, and practically threw him onto the black futon style couch just to plop yourself over him. You’d whined about your day, snuggled his neck. 

 On other occasions you’d asked to dance with him, he was the only one you’d ever invite out to a goth club. He nursed your drink when you were away, kept away any potential problems. You’d squeeze his hands when you’d finally started to dance with him, your body swayed with him so sensually. One night, your arms moved in the air, your hips swished in tune with Depeche Mode. You were in very tall, thigh high Demonia’s. The little black skirt, it looked like a tulip, its sheer layers swayed with your every movement. Your tight black split hem top properly displayed a dangling belly ring. It was mesmerizing, the drinks, the music, the way you swayed, and holy shit you’d kissed that night too, he was just too drunk to remember. Outside of the dingey bathroom, it was too heated for friends and then it was lost in his memories. Were you in some sort of situationship that whole time, and he didn’t realize it?

 “Satoru?” Your sweet, hesitant voice pulled him from his thoughts and he lazily smiled down at you. The water swished as you moved to straddle him. “Wanna fool around a lil’ more?” He was going to ravage you, as much as you wanted, whenever you wanted.

 “Anythin’ for you, my sweet girl.” He kissed you then, your poor lips ached in protest. But you just had to feel him again, just had to remind yourself that he was yours. No one had treated you with such care, brushed your hair out of your face, soothed your aches and pains. He’d treated you so well for so long, would now be a good time to act a little spoiled? You’d been good all this time.

 “Put it in, can’t wait.” You begged, the water swished with your desperation, and splashed out the sides. You reached below, eager to ease him inside. He prodded your entrance once again, pushing in and the stretch stung all over again. You’d think your pussy would be numb, but she was even more desperate than you were. She sucked him up greedily, allowed him full access all the way to the back. Your sensitive cervix missed him, and kissed him eagerly. “Ngh.” Your shaky moan was snatched from your lips, because he held you close then. Wrapped his big arms around you and pulled you flush against him. The smooth expanse of his skin blinded you, his deep eyes hypnotized you. He sucked on your tongue, and rocked upward.

 The water splashed with each move of your hips, a constant push and pull from the both of you. You wrapped your hands around his head, nipped his ear, nibbled his jaw. He was in a bad state already, and god was he so loud.

 “Ah, shit. Mmm, fuck. Yes. Take it.” He never fully left your heat, and the longer you both danced in the water, the colder it got. A shiver raked through you, and you tried to pull him closer. You hoped for more warmth, but the further he slipped into you the colder your body felt inside of the water. He abruptly stood when he noticed the puffy bumps start to line your skin, careful to not drop you chuckling a small, “Upsy-Daisy.” 

 The gruff movement scared you, and you instantly held him tighter so as to not fall. “Bed?” He asked, walking while still sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t respond, the air was thoroughly forced from your lungs with each step he took. It felt too amazing, he had to hold you against the outside wall and go at it a little harder. Your nails scraped his back as he held you against the cold wall just outside of his room, drilling into you with so much force that it knocked your head into it. What was wrong with him, he just kept hurting you. “Aweee, I’m sorry pretty girl, lemme move.” You cut him off with a desperate shake, and pulled him in for a big kiss. You swallowed his noises just like he did to you, drank his saliva, and god did you bite his lips again. He loved that, loved how good it hurt.

 “Stay right here, fuck me proper!” You begged, and he hoisted you up to better support you. You bounced down to the best of your abilities, even as exhaustion showed clearly in your muscles and on your face. You couldn’t stop, the feeling of his velvet rod almost fully leaving just to forcefully enter you again was too good. Your lips were fluttering around him, your arousal dripped down his hefty balls and onto the floor below you. The heavy smack of your ass coming down and his balls meeting it sounded so lovely. Why hadn’t you done this before? 

 “Yer gonna drive me insane, love you so much.” A picture frame, one of you at his college graduation hugging his side so tenderly, shook as you were pounded against the wall. You glanced down, just to watch him disappear inside of you. You felt tears spring up and blur your vision.

 “Am I yours?” You asked, and he frantically nodded. “You’re mine?” You nodded even harder, moaning loudly when you squeezed around him. He was on the verge of dumping his load inside of you, there was no way he was going to be able to pull out.

 “Can I cum inside again?”

 “As much as you want.” He finally began to move you from the wall, thankful he had his own place because neither of you could stop the growing volume and raised pitch in your voices. He laid you on the edge of his big bed, you sunk into his blankets again. Even more beautiful now that you were dyed in his color. Your legs rested on his shoulders, that precious anklet jingled with his rough movements. The necklace you gave him dangled above you, and you’d tug on it every now and again. Your toes curled, you were so close. As you felt the dam break, his own orgasm washed over himself. He stilled inside, hot cum painting your insides once again. “My pussy missed you.” You panted into his blanket with your face hung to the side, and he came again instantly. It dribbled outside of you, slipped down your ass, pooled onto his bed. 

 “Missed your pussy baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, one more time before pulling out. His hot dick popped out of you and hung heavily as it weeped with further release. He pushed in again, just to tease you and plug whatever he could back inside. Your pussy was red, raw, sore, but it was delicious and despite not having any dinner you were so full. You laid there, the bath you’d taken now meaningless. But it didn’t matter, not when he sprang to get a warm wet towel and wipe you clean. He kissed the marks he left, patted your hair. He presented you with an ice cold water, and you accepted gratefully.

 “Do you really love me, or just my pussy?” You asked, after what felt like an eternity of silence. You were just dying to know if it was all pillow talk, and if it was you couldn’t even be that mad about it because it was the best you’d ever received. He rolled his eyes, and pinched your reddened cheeks.

 “I’m not lettin’ you go. I’m like, super crazy ‘bout ya’.” He threw another shirt your way, so you could just lay in bed comfortably. You looked around finally as your head cleared up. Memories of you spread throughout his room  that were more glaringly obvious than before. He had a picture of only you framed on his nightstand for Christ’s sake. You were smiling widely at a fish you’d caught on your first camping trip together. 

 “You promise?” You were timid, more scared than he’d ever seen you. “I don’t wanna lose you Satoru.”

 “You won’t.” He sounded so firm, so sure. 

 As the minutes ticked by, the sun fully set now and the gentle sound of crickets outside of his open window filled the room, you rolled onto your side to face him. You were pouting, and his wolfish grin spread wide across his face.

 “So,” you started, “about that movie and ice cream.”

[hysteria-things]

hi! i recently found your account, and i js wanna say omg ur so talented, like ur fr my new fav writer. could u maybe write something about a virgin reader, whos only ever fingered herself, and so when matt (or chris but im a matt girl and im being self indulgent about this), and she squirts, and is super embarrassed about it and he comforts her about it? u dont have to, but idk i js think u could do this idea rlly well:)

FIRST TIME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x virgin!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and matt have been together for quite sometime, but never had sex. he knows you’re a virgin and he’s so patient with you, but now you think you’re ready

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT but fluff!, making out, mini panic attack, praising, p in v, squirting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,066

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for anon and @mattsleftnipple03

these were pretty much the same so i combined them! hope you like :)

thank you and love you guys🫶

the pen in your hand scribbles on the piece of paper in front of you as you ponder. you’re in art class and your best friend sits across from you at the big table.

art class is basically a free period because let’s face it, you guys don’t do anything except gossip and draw for fun.

you’ve been asking your friend a series of questions about what losing your virginity is like since she has experience. the only experience you’ve ever gotten was your fingers, and to be honest, it gets old after a while.

you’re not embarrassed about being a senior in high school and still a virgin, but your boyfriend who graduated last year lost his with his ex a while back. you guys have talked about having sex for the first time for quite some time, but you were never ready.

no words can describe how grateful you are for matt. he’s been super patient and understanding with you.

but now, you think you’re ready.

“is there a reason you are asking me these questions?” your best friend asks, raising a brow.

you shrug, your hand still having a mind of its own with the pen. “i’m thinking about going all the way with matt.”

she smiles, genuinely looking happy for you. “oh my god! when?”

“i told him i plan on this weekend.”

“that’s so exciting!”

“yeah, but,” you pause to take a deep breath. “i feel nervous.”

she reaches over to stop your drawing hand. “it’s totally normal to feel nervous. matt’s such a sweet guy. i’m sure if you feel the slightest bit of discomfort, he’ll stop immediately.”

you smile at the mention of your boyfriend. she’s not wrong. matt will do anything to make you feel comfortable. he’s not one to force anything on someone. “you’re right.”

she gives your hand a light squeeze. “let me know how it goes.” she winks just as the bell rings for dismissal.

the rain outside is pattering on the window, you and matt cuddling comfortably on his bed. you guys just woke up from the best nap of your life.

you nibble on the inside of your mouth. “matt?”

“hm?” he hums, picking up his head that was resting on your chest.

“i want to do it.”

he beams at you. “positive?”

you bite your lip in excitement and nod. matt lifts himself to get more serious. “don’t be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”

“i know,” you reply. he leans in and kisses you passionately with a hint of hunger. he breaks the kiss to take off his and your shirt but goes back at it to unclip your bra.

the skin-to-skin contact felt warm and comforting, but your anxiety is starting to take over.

you try to brush it off until matt reaches for your pants. yanking his hands away, you cover your top half with the comforter as you feel tears start to form.

matt freezes, a hint of guilt on his face. you try your best to take as many deep breaths as possible. “i’m so sorry, y/n.”

he carefully places his hand on your arm and rubs soothingly to calm you down. “n-no it’s not you.” you take three deep breaths before continuing. “it’s silly. the thought of a penis about to be inside of me freaks me out.”

you chuckle along with him, the humor helping you relax. “we don’t have—”

“i want to.” you say truthfully. “i just need a second.”

he goes through different breathing techniques with you until you calm down from your mini panic attack. he asks if you're okay at least a hundred times before you shut him up by kissing him again.

he hesitates with your pants not wanting to trigger you again, but after a beat, he pulls them down with your underwear.

his pajama pants soon end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes. he comes under the blanket with you and pecks you on the temple, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “so proud of you.” he starts, making you blush. “you ready?”

you give him the okay, and he slowly starts pushing into you. the stretch makes you cringe and hiss, causing him to halt. “hurts?”

you shake your head. “pressure… keep going.”

dampening your lips by licking them, he continues to move. his eyes are dead set on your face to sense any discomfort. you let out a ‘mmph’ when he’s all the way in.

when he doesn’t see any bad signs, he starts moving his hips. you moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure.

“you can go faster,” you whisper, and he does. your nails leave crescent marks on his shoulders as he peppers kisses on your chest, neck, and face.

you squeeze your eyes closed, the softest of sounds leaving your lips. then, your legs twitch, and a watery liquid squirts out of you. your eyes widen, and matt stops the second he notices. “what’s wrong? need me to stop?”

“no. i think i…” your cheeks burn, too embarrassed to admit what you’re thinking.

“that’s okay. it’s completely natural.” he reassures, grabbing one of your hands to interlock with his above your head. “you’re doing so well, y/n. so fucking proud of you.”

he continues to rock his hips, this time pulling out more and thrusting back in a smidge harder. “oh.” you moan, arching your back when he starts hitting a certain spot. “oh shit, matt. just like that.”

he tries his best not to pick up speed to scare you, so instead he keeps the rhythm you’re comfortable with. he grunts, taking the hand that’s not holding yours and placing it on your hip.

the grip you have on his hand tightens, indicating that you’re close when his tip keeps abusing your g-spot.

you whimper, your legs starting to quiver from pleasure. “i’m close.”

“cum, baby. you’re doing such a good job.”

you sigh of relief when your cum slowly starts to ooze around him. matt’s right there with you with just a few more thrusts before spilling into the condom.

the feeling of him pulling out of you makes you wince, but then you two giggle. “i did it!” you say proudly, holding up your hand to give him a high five.

he laughs. “damn right you did.” he takes your high five, followed by a handhold.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[iknwreid]

pumpkin – spencer reid x reader.

spencer loves autumn and halloween so much, and you and him are always togheter, this time for a pumpkin carving.

wc: 2.5k | disclamers: fluff, realy fluffly. bau!reader. no use of y/n. | a/n: english is not my first language, also, this is my very first time writing a fic in english, lmk if theres anything i can improve. glasses reid is my favorite. text divider by cafekitsune.

Reid and you were more than work colleagues, you were friends. You were always talking to each other, even outside of work, using your free time for friendly dates, going to cafés, museums and anything else you'd like to do on your own but didn't dare, because leaving the house alone had been a bit of a problem since high school. And deep down you knew it was a problem for him too, not a problem but probably an inconvenience. Going out alone was always awkward for everyone, the feeling of people looking at you and wondering what they were thinking – Not that it really matters what people think, but social anxiety is a real thing.

So you and Spencer were always together, your teammates already had jokes ready when you left the bullpen together, with Morgan and Prentiss always being the first to say something they found hilarious. “Going away together again? Soon you will be living together too.” Morgan’s voice echoed through the office in a joking tone. Spencer looked at him with an annoyed face. “Yes, Derek, but better than living with you, tho.” You replied, also jokingly. The dynamic between the two of you was sibling-like and you were constantly annoyed with each other. 

“We're going to the fair to buy a pumpkin to carve.” Spencer said, packing up his things. “Halloween season is starting!” Reid loved Halloween, everyone knew that, and you loved it too, not as much as he did, but his excitement and anticipation infected you too this year. 

The Halloween season had not started yet, it was only the middle of September, but for him it was Halloween season when fall came and the pumpkins were sold. You could not count how many ghost stories Reid knew by heart that he told you over and over again. You did not really mind all the excitement, but you knew it could be overwhelming for the others. In fact, you loved his excitement at this time of year, loved watching the movies on his list even if you had already seen them all last year, loved the pumpkin-flavored things he bought, and loved the smile on his face when he saw a pile of leaves in the street. 

If you looked out of the window, you could see that the trees were beginning to look autumnal. The hot summer air had already faded away, welcoming the cold breeze and the orange paisaje he liked so much. It was nice to have fall again, to not feel hot all the time and to not see Hotch’s disapproving face when you broke the dress code a little just because it was too hot for all the formal wear. 

When your thoughts were interrupted by Spencer’s touch on your shoulder, you turned your head towards him and smiled a little. “Are you ready?” he asked with his typical face, but it was impossible not to see his excitement. “Yes, yes… Sorry. I've been thinking too much.” It was normal for you to get tangled up in your thoughts, you loved thinking to yourself. “I love this time of year.” I love seeing you like this, you meant. 

You grabbed your purse and coat and began to walk with him to the elevators. He was silent for a moment, then you smiled as he began to speak. “Did you know that the fall season used to have a completely different name? In the 12th and 13th centuries, autumn was known as ‘haerfest' in England -" You beamed at his words, because every time you walked towards the elevators, he regaled you with another fact that he had probably read one day years ago. “One of the reasons it has that name is because the full moon closest to the fall equinox is called the Harvest Moon. The other reason was that harvest time was also a time when farmers could finally reap the fruits of their sowing, resulting in an abundance of produce.” 

“Have you noticed that you tell me a different fact every time we walk this way?” You say, looking at him after pressing the elevator button.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to–"

“No! That's not what I meant, Spence. I just think it's really nice that you always have something on the tip of your tongue. It's pretty impressive.”

Spencer's rambling never bothered you, it was so nice to hear him talk about anything, anything at all really. His voice echoed in your head every time, and you remembered the random things he said when you didn't have important things to do– sometimes when you did have important things to do. The truth was, you thought about Spencer a lot more often than you should. Probably way more than he thought of you.

“Well, I'm glad you like it then.” He said after wetting his mouth with his tongue. It was a habit, maybe a tic, but you always saw Spencer doing it. Adorable. “I have a feeling that saying facts to you is almost unconscious. It's just nice to share.”

You laughed a little, then the elevators came. You got in as usual, waited a second for Spencer, then pressed the button to the floor. Spencer practically never pressed the button, he thought there were too many people pressing and he didn't know how clean their hands were beforehand. Since he had told you that, you had a small bottle of hand sanitizer in your purse, and even before you took the bottle out of your purse, Spencer’s hand was already extended in your direction, waiting for you to put some in his hand. And you did, as always. You and he had everyday rituals that no one knew, that no one could interfere with. Just you and Spencer doing silly little things together. Like going pumpkin hunting to make incredible Halloween decorations, even though it's not even October yet.

You loved his companion, the world felt lighter every time you were together. And as always, the elevator ride was quiet, the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. And Spencer understood you and vice versa. Rambling on your walk, being silent in the elevator after your hand sanitizing ritual. It was better than all the silly little jokes Morgan or Prentiss made. And you knew that and hoped Spencer knew that too.

“I don't think I tell you often enough how much I enjoy being with you.” You commented after you exited the elevator and looked at him.

“Well, you don't have to.” He explained, turning his eyes away from you. “I think I know. In fact, I like to think you're enjoying it as much as I am.” His tone was calm and flustered. You giggled and touched his arm briefly. “I guess I do, Spence.”

The walk to the fair was so nice, the laughter and the conversations and the short break to buy coffee. You would stop every time you could at the tiny coffee shop that made the best coffee near work, and the seasonal flavors began to appear. Spencer got his usual pumpkin spice latte, you got a chai latte, which is always good, but at this time of year it was just hitting different.

The two of you spent the whole walk chatting non-stop. You felt the stares of some people when you were talking louder over excitement about something, but it did not matter when you were together.

“Originally, jack-o’-lanterns would have been carved out of potatoes, turnips and beets, but when immigrants came to America, pumpkins were more fruitful, so they became part of the tradition.” Told Spencer as you sipped your coffee and nodded your head in agreement to what he was telling you.

“I think it's easier too. Imagine having to carve something out of a turnip, it's so tiny.” You gesticulated to express how difficult it would be to make tiny faces in the little vegetable. He chuckled and his face showed pure confusion as he tried to understand the gestures, you rolled your eyes and laughed as well.

“You understood what I was doing, don't make a fool of me.”

“Yeah, I get it. All those little knives to make little faces. Really hard.”

A little further and there you were, some stalls with big vegetables and some with baked goods, toys or decorations. There were fairy lights everywhere, so your eyes hurted a little, but it was so beautiful that you could forgive the inconvenience. The way the lights reflected on Spencer’s face, in his glasses, made him look really pretty too. You felt like this moment had lodged itself in your brain like a core memory. He gave you a quick glance as he began searching through the stalls to find what he was looking for: a big ass pumpkin.

You followed him and looked at all the cool stuff that was being sold  there. All the trinkets were so interesting to you, you loved little objects that you could display in your home. It was tempting to buy them all, but unfortunately you did not. Every time you liked something, you showed it to him and he said, “You should buy it. It would look good in your house.” And you and Spencer would think about whether it was really worth it. For him, the Halloween decorations were always worth it, but you laughed and left it to save up for something greater.

“Hey, look at this!” He said, pointing to a big pumpkin, a really big one. Honestly, you shouldn't buy it, it was big and it would be a pain to get it home. But the way his face lit up when he pointed at the orange vegetable, you knew you wouldn't have the courage to say no. “Spencer, this is huge.” You said, stepping closer to him to look at the pumpkin. “Yeah, exactly. It's perfect for us.”

A few minutes later you were on your way home with the pumpkin. When your arms got tired, he carried it and when he was tired, you carried it like a little child who wants his parents. Apart from that, it was a nice walk to his apartment. You already knew the way by heart, just like he knew the way to your home and where you had hidden your key. It was only natural. You and Reid were a natural product of friendship– of love. The two things came together, but you couldn't help but wonder if this love was something more, something bigger. Whether Spencer's skin burned as much and his heart ached as much as you did. The September flush hit your face and made you shiver for a moment, in stark contrast to the feeling you had just a second ago when you thought of the possibility with him.

You were near his home now, turned the corner of the street and there you were. Spencer and you entered the building and now came to the worst part. “The stairs,” you said with a giggle, imagining yourself walking up the stairs with this thing. “That's on you, Dr. Reid.” you added, handing the pumpkin into his arms. 

“That's definitely not fair.” He whined, but he knew it was more than fair. It was his idea to buy such a large pumpkin, so it was his responsibility to carry it upstairs. “You should be glad you live on the second floor,” you laughed, touching his back to encourage him. “Let's go. You're strong.”

With some difficulty, you and Spencer got into his apartment, you took off your coat and put it in the coat rack with your bag. You went into his kitchen and searched for a large knife and all the other utensils, a bucket for the pulp and smaller knives for the details. He was prepping the floor with some old newspapers, so it would be easier to clean after. 

“Well, what face do you want to make?” You knew he'd never done the original Jack-O-Lantern face, so it must be something original, spooky and funny. “Maybe a scary cat?” He looked at you as he sat on the floor and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. “I think we can do this, yeah.” It can't be that hard, can it? you thought. You grabbed the big knife, sat down next to him and started to slice open the lid. It was a messy part, because you had to take the lid off to remove the pulp and seeds. As you did this, Spencer drew on a piece of paper what he wanted the pumpkin to look like and showed it to you to get your approval. You kept nodding and saying it looked nice. And it did. Spencer had many talents, some people wouldn't say drawing was one of them, but you really liked the little doodles and all the things he drew. A creepy little cat face that had a strange charm.

“I love it. I might steal that for myself.” You say, admiring the drawing. Spencer smiles and looks down at his knuckles. Still today he didn't know how to deal with compliments.

It was an intimate atmosphere, you on the floor, close to him, so close that every now and then you felt your arms against his, your skin touching and radiating the hot feeling in the area. His elbow casually touches your forearm, triggering a chaos of emotions in your head. You sigh and admire him drawing on the pumpkin. Your eyes linger on the way his strands of hair fall perfectly into his face, highlighting his profile. His glasses on the tip of his nose and his slightly open mouth show how focused he was. In an unconscious moment, you move your fingers and adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Spencer looks at you and giggles after wetting his mouth with the tip of his tongue. You love it when he does that. 

“Spence.” You call his name in an almost non-existent tone, so softly that he only listens because you were so close. He calls your name back in the same way. You can literally feel your breath catching and mingling with his. Feel how hot his face was, see how his glasses start to fog up. “Can I kiss you?” You say it without thinking, because your subconscious wanted this, needed this. “Y-yes. Absolutely.” Spencer's answer sounded like he wanted it as much as you did, like he was just waiting for confirmation.

And there was. The confirmation. You move eagerly to join your lips as his hand drops the pen to cup the back of your head. The kiss was gentle, just like his touch. You moved a little closer, placing your hand at his waist and tilting your head to better accommodate him. It was so much better than you had expected. Your lips met softly and tenderly and his hand held you like it was the most precious thing ever. The tip of his nose caressed your cheek and the glasses tingled against your skin in an endearing way.

You didn't want to let him go, but when your lungs demanded help, you slowly parted your lips. You both smiled while your faces were still close together. You kiss the corner of his mouth, looking at him. “I thought you'd never ask that,” he said, kissing you on the forehead.

At that moment, you realized that this kiss was only the first of countless kisses to follow that autumn night. 

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH40

Laios is apparently only good at drawing monsters.

You guys have no faith in him! Come onnnn

To that point, if the shapeshifters that are left are the most similar to the real selves, doesn't that prove that Laios actually knows them best? The other, easily-discounted shapeshifters were easily singled out as fakes because they were so caricature like.

The remaining fakes are just minutely different from the real selves. Chilchuk has slightly larger eyes, Marcille's hair is thinner, and Senshi has sharper features. What that says to me is that Laios is actually the BEST at reconstructing them in his mind.

Unfortunately, that. Kinda makes it harder.

Welll.......yeah. No, that makes sense.

This is a problem you all created 😂

This is legitimately making me question everything. Because like... Marcille A is acting pretty sus. But they've been through a lot, so maybe she's just depressed?

Oooooooh someone minmaxed into gayness. That's certainly a dependable strategy.

FAKE!!!!! He's the fake! Senshi would never deplete an ecosystem completely like that!!!!

ah yes, all sorts of nutrition. White rice is known for its nutrition like...... (looks at smeared writing on hand) carbohydrates and scant amounts of folates. Yep.

HE IS HANDSOME, BUT NOT "B"!! "A" IS ALSO HANDSOME!! THEY'RE BOTH HANDSOME!

.......guys. GUYYS.

Laios, you're such an absolute loser and I love you but please. Please turn on the autism. Just this once, please turn on the autism beam and point it at your friends. Please

"all of them! Everyone is fake! Including me!"

Wouldn't that be a plot twist.

why are both the chillchucks upset at this suggestion? shouldn't the real ones be relieved?

Illusions with physical traits, though? Is that not obvious once you start roughing it up with it? If something can be physical enough to fight, why not just use that thing to overpower the adventurer, then?

....so it's a vampire created illusion?

Okay, so because I saw someone else post this page to my dash about a week ago I'm actually fully aware of what comes next, and I can say with certainty that it does not ruin it. At all.

I gotta say, as a weird little kid that practiced barking like a dog and mimicking dog howls, this is making me feel SO SEEN. He's just like me fr.

And the fact that they're all supporting his talent........friendship is magic.

I'm so intrigued by this man and how his mind works.

Love is not letting your dumbass furry friend climb into the wolf enclosure at the zoo and try to fight the alpha of the pack.

This is. So real. I've never seen a manga commit SO MUCH to the weird little man trope, and I love Kui-san so much for this. This is true representation.

Dumbass recognizes dumbass. This is why they're friends.

I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THAT. I also didn't remember it!

Oh, hmm.....

I'm relatively certain the hand that Marcille grasped in the last chapter WAS the cat's hand. That means the cat followed them - but because no one knew she was there, the shapeshifter didn't create any illusions of her. That means she was just hiding out, observing everything.

Is she just sleeping in there curled up on the rice?

Ahhh, so it was a distraction.

[foreingersgod]

thank you so much for writing all these fics, you are keeping me alive 🥹 was also wondering if you could write a jealous/protective caitlin fic hehe

jealous caitlin? say no more my friend!

Jealous . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

A/N: this picture of her is doing things to me fr

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you looked absolutely radiant tonight. of course caitlin thought you looked amazing all the time, but there was something about you tonight that had her utterly consumed by you. so much so that she had hardly left your side all night, tailing at your heels like a lost puppy.

it was an event you had for work, the entire reason you were even out so late. saturday nights at your shared home were typically reserved for takeout and movies and letting caitlin have her way with you if you asked nicely. your girlfriend was reluctant to accept your invite to attend with you, but after seeing the dress you’d picked out for the occasion, she quickly made up her mind. it fit your body just right, hugged all the right places, and overall just made you look out of this world. there were little times where caitlin was left speechless, but seeing you try the gown on for the first time had her at a loss for words. she knew that all eyes would be on you and that she needed to be there to put any wandering eyes in their place. so she rummaged through her closet the night before, looking for a suit that would match your dress.

and now here she was, at this stupid fucking event, regretting her decision. the first hour or so went by delightfully. you had both gotten a glass of champagne and mingled with several of your coworkers. you introduced caitlin to a few of your closer colleagues and even your boss, someone who spoke very highly of you. caitlin loved hearing all the stories they had to tell, loved hearing their high praise towards her girlfriend. but despite all this she was growing increasingly agitated as the night dragged on.

at some point, you pulled caitlin away from the open bar and out into the center of the room. with a hand around her wrist, you began blabbering about wanting her to meet someone and that you were so excited to finally introduce her. she was guided through a sea of people, all of them dressed in the fanciest attire, until you halted at one of the cocktail tables.

“hey, jennifer!” caitlin heard you exclaim, looking past you to see who you were talking to.

a quite beautiful woman stood leaning against the table, her blonde hair pulled back into a slick ponytail and a dark red dress adorned her body. sure, she was attractive, but nobody compared to you in caitlin’s eyes. she was looking down at her phone until she saw you, head snapping up when she heard her name.

“oh my god!” the woman, jennifer apparently, immediately set down her phone and opened her arms to you. you had let go of caitlin’s hand and embraced the blonde with a beaming smile “YN! how are you?”

“i’m so good!” you pulled away, hands finding their way to jennifer’s shoulders. caitlin could already feel her jaw clenching in envy “it’s been so long, it’s great to see you! i was hoping i’d see you tonight-i wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend!”

jennifer tilted her head to the side as caitlin shuffled forward to stand next you. she offered a polite hand out to your friend, trying to rid of the irritation she felt. caitlin didn’t need to talk to her at all to know that she wasn’t going to like her. jennifer took the hand shake, shooting her a tight lipped smile.

“caitlin this is jennifer, my friend from high school and my coworker from the neighboring department” you said “and jennifer this is my girlfriend caitlin”

“it’s nice to meet you” caitlin announced proudly, although in actuality she wasn’t sure if it was nice.

“yea! you too, i’ve heard a lot about you” she responded, eyeing caitlin up and down.

to anyone, the supposed glare probably meant nothing. if anything, she was just looking at caitlin like she would anyone else. but for some reason, caitlin couldn’t shake the feeling that jennifer had something against her. from the moment she embraced you, her nicely manicured nails caressing your back, she could feel her blood boiling.

caitlin wasn’t much of the jealous type. she despised when people tried to hit on you or ask for your number, but she trusted you and knew you’d decline their offer. she would also step in and assert her title as your girlfriend if anyone tried anything with you. but there was something about jennifer that irked caitlin. maybe it was the fact that you were close friends in high school? or maybe it was the way jennifer couldn’t seem to stop fucking touching you as you became engrossed in conversation.

she watched as you and jennifer spent the next hour laughing with each other, not even bothering to notice how caitlin stood silently at your side. she made note of all the things jennifer did that bothered her. how she gripped your bare arm when she laughed at your joke, how she looked at you like a piece of meat, how she twirled her hair around her finger and pushed her exposed cleavage out to you. god she hated this poor excuse of a friend of yours. and she really wanted to be mad at you too, she didn’t like how you weren’t noticing this absurd behavior at all. but she could never stay mad at you, she knew that, and opted for the next best thing-making up an excuse to leave and forcing you out the door.

“baby, can we leave?” caitlin interrupted, leaning into you to murmur against your ear “i wanna go home”

she didn’t miss the way jennifer rolled her eyes, smirking as she looked the other way. it took all caitlin had to not lunge across the table and put the bitch in her place.

“but cait we-”

“i just really need to go home,” her hand snaked around your waist, fingers digging into your side “please?”

you gave her a disappointed look, but bashfully nodded at her in agreement. you turned to jennifer to bid your farewells and to let her know you’d catch up more some other time. you could barely finish waving before caitlin was yanking you back through the crowds and towards the exit. jennifer tried to holler a goodbye in your direction, but the excessive chatter of the venue was far too loud.

“caitlin!” you gasped, bumping shoulders with a stranger from how harsh caitlin was pulling you “what’s gotten into you? what’s going on?”

“i told you. i just need to go home, couldn’t be in there anymore”

a cold wind hit your skin once you reached the exit of the building, the breeze sneaking past the doors as they creaked open. caitlin released you from her grip to search for her keys in her pocket. she marched towards the car, completely disregarding you as she mumbled under her breathe. you could tell it more than ‘just wanting to go home’, caitlin had always toughed things like this out. she despised disappointing people and would rather silently suffer than make a scene and abandon plans all together. so when you stopped in the middle of the parking lot, crossing your arms, and caitlin didn’t even bother to look in your direction? you knew something was on her mind.

“caitlin” you said sternly, not budging from your place in the parking lot.

she noticed the tone in your voice, you didn’t seem to be happy with her. turning on her heels, sneakers scraping against the asphalt, she faced you. although you were a few feet ahead of her and it was near complete darkness outside, she could see the frustrated look on your face.

“what?”

“i need you to tell me what’s really going on” you sauntered towards her to close the space “you don’t act like this. ever. i thought you were having fun, baby? what happened back there?”

even when she was red in the face, bitterness coursing through her veins, she couldn’t help but melt when she got a clear view of you. your hair had become tousled due to the wind and the skirt of your dress fluttered against your legs softly. your nose was slightly red from the chill and your lips turned a deep crimson from how much you were nervously biting them. you looked so beautiful standing here underneath the moonlight and the faint glow from the distant street lamps, it almost made caitlin forget the whole thing all together. but then she remembered how disgusted she was, seeing another woman so blatantly flirt with you, and she was back to being angry.

“honestly, YN, it’s nothing” she shook her head, twirling her keys around her finger, scoffing loudly . she didn’t mean to sound so nasty, but part of her wanted a reaction out of you “i don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but i don’t really like it when people are all over my girlfriend”

“what are you talking about, caitlin?” you let your arms fall back down to your sides, your shoulders slumping.

“you know damn well what i’m talking about”

“i don’t!” you were growing irritated “this came out of nowhere, no one was all over me, babe. i’m confused”

she truly hated taking this out on you, something that was of her own insecurities. you didn’t deserve to be scolded for something you actually didn’t do. but the slight thought of jennifer kept creeping into her mind and she couldn’t help but grow more and more upset.

“don’t act like you don’t know, like jennifer or whatever her name was isn’t totally into you! like she wasn’t practically flirting with you while i was standing right there?”

you were left dumbfounded. your jaw slacked slightly, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“that’s what this is about? you’re upset about jennifer?”

caitlin looked away from you, looking at anything but your eyes. she knew she’d made a mistake by saying anything and how she was going to face the consequences.

“cait,” you let out a baffled laugh, a small grin working its way onto one side of your mouth “please don’t tell me you’re jealous”

“m’not jealous,” she denied “i don’t get jealous”

“oh really? so what would you call this then?”

“am i not allowed to be mad when someone’s trying to hit on my girlfriend?”

you could see the embarrassed blush spread throughout caitlin’s face. she still couldn’t look you in the eye, bouncing her foot anxiously as her slender fingers rubbed at her temples in annoyance. it was all making sense to you now. during your relationship, you noticed that caitlin was really never that jealous. you knew she would get irritated with people or annoyed when someone hit on you, but for the most part, she was able to brush it off. she trusted you so much and she wouldn’t consider half of those people a threat. but it had clicked in your mind that this time was different. the closeness that you and jennifer shared made all of caitlin’s suppressed jealousy surface. she didn’t like that jennifer knew so much about you or that she was particularly touchy with you…because those were things reserved for caitlin and only caitlin.

“you are…but baby,” you had finally reached her, hands wandering from her biceps to her shoulders, thumbs rubbing against the fabric of her blazer soothingly “it’s ok to be jealous”

“i told y-”

“i think it’s really attractive, actually” you hummed, leaning into her ear just as she had earlier. before she could get another word in, her breathe mellowed out. her muscles relaxed under your touch, gulping deeply as she tried to mutter a response.

“you do?”

“mhm” your hands travels up her shoulders, gracing her neck until they reached her face. your fingers traced against her pronounced cheekbones, studying the faint freckles and textures of her skin “i like it when you get protective over me, it’s sweet”

she let out a conflicted sigh, finally looking at you “im sorry…i shouldn’t have made you leave your party just because i was…i was jealous”

“it’s ok, cait” you smiled, happy to hear her actually admit it “but if you’re really sorry…”

she quirked an eyebrow at you, watching as you stepped away from her. you grabbed her hand and pulled her with you as you guided her towards the car. the way your hips swayed had caitlin in a trance.

“…you’re gonna take me home and do things to me that jennifer never could”

now it was her turn to be shocked, practically drooling as you smiled smugly over your shoulder. her tongue prodded against the inside of her cheek, suppressing a guttural moan. your contagious laugh echoed through the half empty parking lot when you felt her touch the plushness of your ass, gripping tightly as you walked the rest of the way to the car.

oh the things you did to her…

maybe being jealous wasn’t so bad.

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[itsablueberrycow]

jegulus band AU concept

recently been listening to the song "Mystical Magical" by Benson Boone, and all I can hear is James writing it about Regulus, so I gotta brain dump.

IF ANYONE WHO CAN WRITE WANTS TO TURN THIS INTO AN ACTUAL FIC PLSSSS TAG ME BECAUSE I REALLY WANNA READ IT

⭐James is the lead singer of the Marauders, and his guitarist/best friend has a very off-limits younger brother who James has been sneaking around with

⭐Regulus is super guarded, so he constantly is mean to James and then super demanding of affection out of the blue

⭐Reg comes on tour with his brother, and while Sirius and Remus are on a date, James and Reg explore the city and find a cute little ice cream shop where they try 'moon beam' ice cream, and it instantly becomes Reg's favorite

⭐ Reg usually wears all black, but he once wore blue jeans to one of their shows, and James was OBSESSED(down bad fr). So now, whenever Reg wants to get his way, he wears them.

⭐ James wants more than anything to be Regulus's boyfriend and not just his FWB, so he writes a song about it(because he doesn't know how to express emotions. Very Camp Rock 2 of him)

⭐ The rest of the band loves the song, especially Sirius, who has no idea it's about his brother

⭐at the next show, James sings it and everyone loves it (especially Reg, but he wouldn't say that)

⭐ james finds him after the set to see how he felt about the song, and regulus calls him a "cocky bastard" before kissing him

⭐ Sirius walks in and freaks out super dramatic.

⭐ Regulus tells him to stop being so dramatic and says, "I have to watch you snogging Remus all the bloody time, so I can kiss my boyfriend whenever I bloody well want to".

⭐which makes James deliriously happy because Reg called him his boyfriend

⭐ Sirius then starts gagging once he realizes he just sang a song about James wanting his baby brother.

Actual lyrics for reference if you haven't heard it.

[Verse 1] There's nothing colder than your shoulder When you're dragging me along like you do, like you do And then you switch up with no warnin' And you kiss me like you want it, how rude, how rude

[Refrain] But I kinda like it anyways I don't mind if this is gonna take a million days I know you'll come around to me eventually If you sit back, relax, and join my company, my company

[Pre-Chorus] Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right, you can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies, 'cause it feels so

[Chorus] Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know

[Verse 2] My little hard-to-get baby I wanna give you the world Not saying you gotta chase me But I wouldn't mind it If you gave me just a little bit Of something we can work it with But all you do is push me out (Ha)

[Refrain] But I like it anyways 'Cause I think I'm getting closer to you every day I know you'll come around to me eventually Just sit back, relax, and join my company Oh, baby, trust me

[Pre-Chorus] Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right, you can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies, 'cause it feels so

[Chorus] Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know

[Outro] Ooh, ooh (Once you know what my love's gonna feel like) Ooh, ooh (Moonbeam ice cream, nothing else will feel right) Mystical, magical Oh, baby, it's mystical, magical

[eleganzadellarosa]

BOUNCE BACK

pairing: dominic fike x oc

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 2.2K

AN: I wrote this on a whim for my best friend a few months ago to kick start my want to write. Dom is her bae fr so I obviously had to include him lol. Enjoy and thanks for reading <3

The beach was practically empty, a person scattered about here and there but nothing compared to how packed it usually is. That’s all thanks to how late it was becoming, the setting sun being a telltale sign. You didn’t mind the scarcity though, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts. Maybe the beach wasn’t the best or secluded place to be but you needed some fresh air and wanted to be somewhere where you normally felt happy. The sloshing sound of the waves temporarily took your mind off of today’s earlier events.

You found texts in your boyfriend of 5 years’ phone talking to some girl who carried no importance to you which was a good thing in its own way. The texts ranged from normal conversation to “I can’t wait to be inside you tonight”. You’d been together since the start of high school and you truly believed the relationship would last a lifetime. The feelings were apparently not mutual and after scrolling through the thousands of texts, this charade had been going on for years now. The girl in question was his ex who he dated right before getting with you and their relationship was comparable to a light switch, very off and on. Coming to the realization that he used you as a way to get his mind off of her until they were ready to kiss and makeup.

Nothing could have prepared you for today, but you were never one to turn down your gut feelings and they were right 99% of the time. You felt so stupid for trusting him and loving him the way you did but you constantly reminded yourself that none of this way your fault. The orange hue of the setting sun beamed on you, warming your skin and making the tears on your cheeks glisten. You were a mess. This was the third or fourth time you’ve cried within the past hour and your body seemed to have no intentions of stopping anytime soon. When you felt the vibration from the phone in your hand, you so badly wanted to chuck it into the water without checking it first, hoping the waves would take care of the rest.

Wiping your tears on the back of your hands, your sobbing finally came to a halt and you prayed for a bigger gap in between your next crying session. You lean back on your hands and scrunch the sand under your palms, closing your eyes to soak up the sun before it fully set within the next 30 minutes. The water seemed to move rapidly as the waves began to reach the shore and splash against your toes more frequently.

“Hey um, you might want to move a little farther back, the water is getting kinda high.” An extra shadow cast next to you along with the unfamiliar voice that came from behind you. Unfortunately for you, your puffy face and red eyes showed signs that you had been crying your heart out for the past hour no matter how many times your hands tried to rid your face of the evidence. Perhaps you had been staring at the sun for too long but it took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust and focus on the person now standing beside you.

“I- oh shit sorry, are you okay?” the handsome man asks, crouching down to be at eye level. Speaking of eyes, anyone with a pair could tell that this man was absolutely gorgeous. He had the perfect “boy next door” look to him. The look that made you want to be around him all the time, the look that would have every girl in school chasing after him but not because he was a fuckboy.

Everything about him was downright perfect, well at least to your standards. His hair, his face, his body, literally everything and thinking back to the two seconds you heard him speak, that was perfect too. Maybe all the crying made you let your guard down, but his presence felt so welcoming and you fought the weird urge to go up and hug him. You didn’t realize you hadn’t answered his question until he speaks again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’d prefer if you did, maybe I can make you feel better.” He then sits down next to you and rests his arms on his knees, which created a space for his head to lay as he looked at you. “Umm…earlier today I found out my boyfriend of 5 years has been cheating on me with his ex. I don’t know if I can even call him my boyfriend because apparently I was just a rebound whenever he needed it and I never caught on.” The end of your sentence gets slightly caught in your throat and you can feel your eyes burning, forcing tears to swell yet again.

“Man…I’m so sorry, that’s so fucked up. Would you feel better if you talked about it? I have time on my hands so I really don’t mind. Shit, you could tell me over and over if that would help.” It wouldn’t hurt to rant right now and him being one of the finest people you’ve ever met was just an added bonus.

The conversations quickly turned from your dumbass ex to getting to know each other. Everything seemed to flow naturally with him, he was such a joy to talk to and you wanted nothing more than for this night to never end. Sadly the sun had already set and it was quite dark out, the moon being the only source of light for you both. The two of you sat in silence for a while longer before you finally decided to check your phone. 9:15 it read. The singular notification being from “person who shall not be named” and you could only imagine what it said, but you wouldn't bother checking now, not if you wanted your mood to be soiled. He was the last thing on your mind and with the way this new guy had two hours feeling like 30 minutes, it was more than you could ask for.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I kept you here for this long. Thank you for listening to me though, I really needed it, I feel so much better.” He smiled when you finished speaking and shook his head as if to say “don’t worry about it”. “You know, if you’re comfortable with it, I can give you my number and you can text me whenever you need someone to listen. I know the feeling, so I really don’t mind and you’re a really great person to talk to”. Just hearing the offer makes your heart beat with excitement. Smiling maybe a little too hard, you hand him your phone so he can save himself as a contact.

“Wait, I never asked you your name. Dang, I’m sorry I was so focused on myself…” thinking about the selfish act had you almost in tears for the umpteenth time tonight until he rubs a comforting hand over your arm. “You really don’t have to worry about that love, I was here to listen. My name is Dominic but really just call me Dom.” The nickname gave you butterflies, more than his existence already did, if that was even possible. Whenever he smiled your eyes landed on the apple tattoo under his right eye. The longer you looked at him, the more things you noticed but nothing came across as a turn off. He stands up after handing back your phone and dusts the sand off his shorts. He reaches out for you to grab his hand to stand from where you sat.

“And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” Once standing, you mimicked his action of dusting off the sand from your clothing before you answer. “Jenna but really just call me Jenna”. Your response made him chuckle since you copied exactly what he had said to you moments earlier. You notice he still hadn’t let go of your hand and when you look up from where they intertwine, he speaks before you can. “Well Ms. Jenna, allow me to escort you back to your vehicle”. The night was ending all too quickly and your heart already aches with longing. “I kinda don’t wanna go back home yet Mr. Dom.” A small smirk paints his face, so small that you would have missed it if you didn’t look at him in time. “Um well, you can come chill with me if you want. I don’t really have anything to do at my house, but I do have food.” “Food is just fine and I don’t care if you don’t have anything to do, chilling is more than enough. Thank you for the invite.”

More hours are spent with you two learning more about one another and eating whatever random food or snacks he had in his house. You decided after chatting for a while that his laugh was in the top 10 things you liked most about him, it sounded so cheerful and he looked so cute whenever he did it. This was the most fun you’ve had in a long time, even more than you can ever recall having with your ex. “Hey do you want to hear something?” He says almost popping up from his seat on the couch. “What do you mean?” You ask clearly confused by his question. “I uh…like making music and I have something I’ve been working on. Do you wanna hear it?” You can tell he gets a bit shy with the way his ears turn a light shade of pink and he scratches the back of his head. Gosh could this man be anymore interesting? He lead you to a room near the back of his house and the door opened to a large space filled with instruments of all kinds. It looked like every studio you’ve seen in movies or TV.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, lemme just grab my guitar”. You find a place on the small couch nestled in the corner, sitting sideways to get a better look at what he was doing. He sits across from you on the couch holding the large brown guitar. He suddenly looked so serious, the guitar pick loosely hanging from between his lips, brows furrowing as he makes sure the guitar is tuned perfectly. Such a simple action, but you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked while doing it. “This song is called 3 nights, lemme know what you think okay?” His voice mixed with the melody of the song possessed your body, making it move along to the beat. By the time he finished, the lyrics to the chorus were already stuck in your head on loop.

“No freaking way, that was amazing! You have to let other people hear this!” Your comment made him smile from ear to ear and a blush accented his cheeks. “Yeah? It’s still just a rough draft, but if you like it that much then I’m doing something right.” He sets his guitar down next to the couch and leans his head back against the arm. "You know, this is the first time in a long time where I didn't feel like I needed to smoke to get me through the day and I really appreciate that." He lifts his head and finds you staring at him with a sympathetic look on your face. "Obviously I wouldn't since we just met, but I didn't know you felt that way sometimes. I'm glad I could help you as much as you helped me today." He fully sits up on the couch and leaned over to you, his lips lightly brushing your forehead. The action made your body stiffen and he pulled away when he felt it. "Shit..sorry, I just felt like doing that. Sorry, I know that was so weird." You reached over to cup his cheek in your left hand and moved over to kiss him on the soft skin.

"It wasn't weird and I've been wanting to hug you all day. I could really use one of those right now." He wasted no time in pulling you into a tight but gentle hug and tears began to fall from your eyes. He lightly caresses your back and shushes you, trying to bring you some sort of ease to your pained heart. He plants another soft kiss on your forehead and you look up at him through teary eyes. "If I asked to stay longer, would you let me?" "Hell yeah, I'd let you stay the night if you were okay with that. You can sleep in my room and I can sleep on the couch in the living room." You nod your head and he rubs his thumb on your shoulder.

The night was over but the feeling of sadness never came to you as you expected. In contrast to yesterday, this day would start off a lot better and thankfully you had someone around that actually had the ability to take your mind off everything. Little did you know, this would count as the day you met the person who would later become someone you weren't ashamed to call your boyfriend.

[lelengerine]

flustered by you

pairing | streamer!haechan x streamer!reader

synopsis | your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

genre | established relationship, fluff, nicknames are used for reader (baby, love, lovie)

wc | 0.5k

notes | the istj teaser photos will be my final straw fr,, like have you SEEN them??? anw, here’s another one for all you streamer/gamer hyuck enthusiasts out there :> lmk your thoughts on this hehe likes are rbs are always appreciated!

m.list

"baby, did you take the switch by chance? i was going to play a game with jeno downstairs-" haechan’s fluffy locks peek out from your room’s door frame, his voice in a slight hurry to return to his friend.

"hm?" you hum from your desk, your mind currently preoccupied with placing blocks down in your minecraft world. "one second."

you were trying to finish a minecraft building before the stream you had planned for later in the afternoon so you could show chat some progress of the village layout you have in mind from behind the scenes. 

the foundations of an elegant, overgrown church had already been placed — a little more work put into it and the vision you had for the building would finally take shape.

"um, i think i used it the other day. let me look for it." you pull off the earphones that rest snugly on your head, setting them down gently on your desk before getting up to find the game console.

"take your time, love. i’ll just take a lookie at what you’re making." he happily makes himself at home on your gaming chair, pretending to thoroughly inspect your work. "hey! this is pretty cute."

"mhm! it’s where we’re getting married!" you beam excitedly whilst searching your drawers, not realizing what you said until the words had already been uttered out. "uh i mean, if you wanted to get married- in game of course! not in real life that’d be silly-"

your cheeks were burning hot from the embarrassment of slipping your words out before thinking, quickening your movement even further to find the switch your boyfriend had originally came for, a small moment of eureka hitting you when you do. 

"anyways! i found the switch." you laugh with an awkward tension engulfing it, "you should get back to jeno now, i think he’s been waiting for a while-"

"let’s get married." haechan abruptly states, his eyes still glued to the pearly-looking church you made. "in game of course." he adds in a snicker, teasing you with your own words from earlier.

"quit it, lee." you whine, handing him the switch with a sulky frown growing on your lips. "not funny. didn't giggle."

he gratefully takes the device from your hands, wordlessly standing up to press a kiss onto your lips in hopes of wiping that frown away.

"you can’t sway me with kisses!" you argue, failing to hide the smile that makes you feel like a fool completely in love. well, technically you are one after randomly blurting out the idea of marriage to your boyfriend because of a video game.

"uhuh, sure i can’t." he laughs, ruffling your hair as he utters a ‘thank you’ for your help, now on his way to exit your room. 

"oh, by the way, i’d really marry you any day, lovie!" he speedily announces before closing your door behind him, leaving you in a speechless, dumbfounded trance that has you giggling; the smile on your lips only getting amplified by how rosy your cheeks have become. 

"gosh, i can’t believe him." you mumble, sending a light slap to your cheek in hopes it’d suppress the smile on your face since you still had that build project in line for the day. still, there’s a new-found determination that runs through your veins. you’re definitely getting married – at least in minecraft – no matter what.

[merakiui]

miss mera, do you have phases with multiple characters, or have you always been octa fan from the start?

like, when I first started twst, malleus originally had my attention, but my mind immediately screamed "no. don't. he seems like a fan favourite, stay away from him." so yeah, I ended up liking idia for a while.

and then I liked ace.

and then malleus.

and then ace again.

and now I came in term with always liking scarabia duo.

Σ(°ロ°) ooooo that's so interesting!! I think I did have a similar phase like that!

When I first saw the character designs, I was immediately drawn to Riddle because I adore the color red and his dorm uniform was so pretty to me. Also,,, I love Alice in Wonderland. It's one of my favorite Disney films!! I was a loyal (obsessed) Riddle fan in 2020 (and still am in 2024. He remains my favorite to this day hehe). I also really liked Ruggie and Kalim (they're so wonderful. I need to write about them more often). >w< I would quietly keep up to date with the happenings in twst when books one and two were first out, but after that I stopped paying attention because I didn't have any twst friends to discuss with. ^^;;;

So it was very exciting when twst was coming to English!!! :D for two years I'd lived with the opinion that Octavinelle was the ugliest dorm because none of them appealed to me visually and I had no knowledge of what they were like in the game because I didn't pay much attention during the release of book three in Japan. T_T but then I played it in English and was hit with the fish beam..... orz what do you mean the one in glasses is just like me fr???? AND HE'S A TAKO???????? OTL and the eels....... all of them are amazing,, their personalities and lore so *chef's kiss*!!!! Octavinelle was made for me and I just couldn't properly appreciate it in 2020.

Now I am trapped in fish hell. („ᵕᴗᵕ„) ✨

I can only shudder to imagine what 2020 Meraki would have thought of Rollo....... ;;;;;

[ghostofaboy]

Perfect Pin-Up

Summary: Marcus has a surprise for Frankie, something the pilot never expected

Pairing: Frankie Morales/Marcus Pike Rating: Explicit | Word count: 1201

Warnings: Lingerie, oral sex, little bit of face fucking, tiny bit of cum eating

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from @chujo-hime as part of my 200 Follower Celebration. Divider by @saradika-graphics

“Hey Frankie! You know those vintage pin-up girls?”

“What?” Frankie peeked his head up from under the hood of his beat up truck at the sound of Marcus’ voice. “Marcus? Baby? Are you home?”

“Yeah!” Marcus’ voice drifted in from the kitchen. “Sorry I’m a little late. I dropped by... I had to pick something up.”

“For dinner?” Frankie straightened up, wincing as his back loudly cracked. Pausing for a moment to listen for Marcus’ reply, Frankie frowned as he headed over to the garage sink to wash the oil off his hands. “Baby? For dinner?”

“No.” Marcus sounded like he was just on the other side of the door. “It’s a surprise for you. I want to... I wanted to do something for you and well... I really hope you like it.”

“Ok. Be there in a second.” Frankie smiled as he scrubbed as his nails, making sure he got every drop of oil off his hands. Marcus sounded nervous. 

But this was classic Marcus, worrying over the small details or panicking that he hadn’t done enough. Whatever he had planned, Frankie already knew he’d love it. Glancing over at the calendar, Frankie frowned to himself as he dried his hands. It wasn’t a special date, at least not one he was aware of. Their anniversary was months away, with a plan already in place to celebrate two wonderful years together with friends and family. So what was this surprise, and what was it in aid of?

Pulling open the door, Frankie headed into the kitchen, expecting to find Marcus there. But as he stepped into their cozy kitchen, Frankie instead found the room empty.

“Baby?” Frankie called out, making his way slowly down the hall towards the sitting room.

“Up here!” Marcus’ voice came from up the stairs… and their bedroom.

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he climbed the stairs to seek out his boyfriend. If Marcus was in the bedroom then he clearly had something fun in mind and that thought had Frankie already pulling off his shirt. As he began to untuck his t-shirt, Frankie pushed open the bedroom door and immediately frozen in place. His plaid shirt, somewhat sweaty from a day spent tinkering in the garage, fell gently to the floor as he took in the sight in front of him.

Posed on the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs cross delicately at the ankle, was Marcus. His gorgeous Marcus lay out for him, wearing nothing but lingerie. 

His legs looked deliciously long, covered in a pair of sheer black stockings that pulled Frankie’s eyes up to a lacy sage green suspender belt. The outline of Marcus’ thick cock was just visible through the green satin panties, and Frankie flicked his eyes up to his partners to see them blown with lust. 

“What do you think?” Marcus’ voice trembled as he ran a hand done the green satin bra covering his chest. Frankie could just make out a pebbled nipple through the thin fabric.

“I never would have imagined…” Frankie found himself moving forward towards the bed, his eyes wandering Marcus’ body over and over.

“I…” Marcus shifted on the bed slightly, his shoulder tensing for just a moment, and Frankie could feel the anxiety rolling off him. “You like the calendars and the old bomber art and I…”

“You look amazing, baby.” Frankie beamed, locking eyes with Marcus. “I just need a minute here. You’ve kinda frazzled by brain with this.”

A smile slowly grew on Marcus’ lips and keeping his eyes fixed on Frankie, the younger man began to crawl up the bed.

“Never had anyone do this for me, baby.” Frankie looked down at his pin-up boy as Marcus playfully nuzzled against his obvious erection. “I don’t know where to start.”

Tugging open his fly, Frankie pulled out his cock, sliding it into Marcus’ waiting mouth, sighing as the hot warmth enveloped him. Hitting the back of Marcus’ throat, Frankie wound his fingers through the younger man’s hair, holding him in place for a few seconds before letting Marcus pull back sputtering.

“I love how you chose my favorite color.” Frankie sighed happily as he rocked into Marcus’ mouth. “We’re gonna need photos, of course. I want you spread out on the hood of my truck like this.”

Somewhere between the wet gagging sounds and his loud needy whines, Marcus grinned around Frankie’s cock. Rocking backwards with his back arched, Marcus sucked hard on the ft blunt tip of Frankie’s length before releasing it with a loud, lewd pop.

“Really?” Marcus panted, looking up at Frankie through his long lashes. “Where were you thinking?”

“I know- Ahh!” Frankie’s eyes rolled back into his head as Marcus swirled his tongue around Frankie’s cockhead before hollowing his cheeks and taking him to the back of his throat once more.

“I know the perfect spot, mi vida.” Frankie rolled his hips, relishing in the growing fire inside him as the heady fog started to take over his brain. “It’s nice, secluded, fuck, we can make a day of it. Drive out… oh shit… I’m gonna…”

With a loud growl, Frankie felt the tension snap as he spilled himself down Marcus’ throat. Below him, Marcus swallowed what he could, but as Frankie’s sense returned he could see his sticky release running down the chin of his smiling boyfriend.

Lowering himself down into the bed next to Marcus, Frankie wrapping his arms around his trembling form. Glancing down, Frankie felt a swell of heat inside him as he noticed the large wet patch on the front of Marcus’ beautiful panties, his untouched erection pushing and distorting the fabric.

“I’m gonna get some fucking gorgeous photos of you.” Frankie rolled over to cover Marcus, brushing his lips along the other man’s collarbone. “The spot I’m thinking of is the perfect backdrop, and oh fuck, the sunsets… you’re gonna look so fucking pretty.”

Wiggling out of his panties, Marcus spread his legs, letting Frankie take control as he smiled blissfully up at him.

“You really like me like this? I was so nervous. I’ve always wanted to do this but you’re the first one… well, it’s the first time I felt comfortable.”

Growling possessively into Marcus’ satin covered chest, Frankie didn’t think he would love Marcus any more than he did at that moment. Gently taking hold of the other man’s cock, Frankie began to tenderly pump, each movement pulling soft moans from Marcus.

“I want to get some prints done. Of you in this outfit.” Frankie kissed his way up and along Marcus’ neck to the shell of his ear. “We can put them on the bedroom wall. Then other outfits maybe?”

Marcus whimpered and buck up into his hand in response. “Y-yes. I have more.”

Those three words lit a fire inside Frankie. A need. A need to see Marcus in all his outfits, to capture each one on film, and then fill their home with beautiful art of his gorgeous boy. And as Marcus gasped and moan, arching his back off the bed to cover Frankie’s hand in his cum, Frankie was already plotting out a few ensembles of his own.

[madrone33]

I have been CHILLING this week post-Vengeance saga release! I managed to avoid debilitating stress and anxiety from the onslaught of fan stuff by simply avoiding all social media for the first two days, so it's been good!

However, I am now BACK, dumping my immediate reaction of the saga from a week ago. I thought I was ready. I was not ready. 600 Strike blew my mind. I was left staring blankly at my ceiling. Jorge please rest sometime, I'm begging you. The amount of talent beaming through my screen is exhausting even me.

Also, to every cast member and collaborator and behind the scenes person: y'all are amazing. Like seriously. I hope you all get a yummy drink and a cozy blanket and just. Bask in the satisfaction of a job well done. Hats off to y'all fr.

Anyways! I keysmashed the following at around midnight, 14 hours before the livestream ('cause australia is the superior timezone /j). Be warned there's LOTS of swearing 'cause sleep deprivation + incoherent excitement lol

AHHH IT'S GO TIME

Ok it's starting the same as the Goodspeed festival showed. Tho, the first lead in sound thing reminds me of Lucids.

Gorgeous vocals. Hate Calypso, love Wangui fr

"Let me speak!" She really doesn't care about his feelings huh. I noticed in LIP as well, she always makes it about her, which is absolutely in character.

Those ensemble harmonies tho!!

"... You do?" Girl you literally told him to lie smh

"Why in the world won't you love me too?" 'Cause he has a WIFE

IT'S HERMES TIME

FSA melody? YO??

"Cause I had one goal in mind..." the silence where the crew's chorus would come in is PAINFUL

BAG?? HERMES!!

"Hello old friend!" Grinning so hard rn

"Well it's a little bit ✨dangerous✨" AHHH IT'S HAPPENING

Fingertapping and headbopping to this chorus

"Put your whole braiin in it!" I love how he says that sm

"And lastly the wind bag" NEW STUFF

WINIONS

Wow ok I did not expect the wind bag to show up again. Tho it makes sense; this is probs the storm that Ody told Sirenelope kept blocking the way home

ODY SINGING THE CHORUS!!!!

RUTHLESSNESS MENTION

"Hermes! Thank you" AHHH THE CALLBACK! He sounds so tired and like down to his bones grateful this time 🥺

"I'm not the one who fought for you!" MY EYES WIDENED SO FAR. WE ALMOST GOT AN ATHENA NAMEDROP. I'll settle for the reference to her

Okeee. Charybdis!!

Oooh it's just like in the reference vid. No lyrics for this start part!

The 5/4 is amazing. And the electric guitar!!

God this song is SO BADASS

LETS GOOOO ODY!!!

ahhh I KNEW there'd be some sort of soft KYFC esque "I can't wait to make some new memories" type verse AND I WAS RIGHT

he sees ithaca!! Oh god poseidon's gonna show up isn't he

my heart's beating so fast i'm scared

PENELOPEEE

the ELECTRONIC DISTORTION OH NO IT'S HIM

RIGHT INTO GET IN THE WATER AHHH

"Coward" AHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE FINALY HEARING THIS FOR REAL

"That's when our paths collide!" THE RASP

"Now get in the water" Oh shiiiit here we go

the choir is so eerie

"GET IN THE WATER" THE GROWL

"aren't you tired poseidon" ooh it's this part!!

ha he changed it to ten years instead of eight like the demo had XD

"maybe you can learn to forgive" the line from that one snippet!

"No" oop

"DIE" DAMN that deep echo!!

*underwater sounds* oh shit ody's fucking dying

NO! FUCKING POLITES

EURY

ANTICLEA

FUCK YOU JORGE

THE CREW

WAITING??? EXCUSE ME WTF

AHHHHHH WHY TF DOES JAY LOVE HURTING US SO

HUH? HUH??? WHAT WAS THAT! AND THERE'S A FUCKING AD. Probs good, I need the break but WAHT. I KNEW he'd do another fucking polites reference gods damnit jorge WHEN I CATCH YOU

Ok time to hear 600 strike. Holy shit we're here

ELECTRIC GUITAR LETS GOOO

Aeolus theme. IS HE GONNA OPEN THE WIND BAG AGAIN??

600 MEN MOTIF HOLY SHIT

ANIME SCREAM

HOly shit there's magic sounds happening. I'm really curious about whatever Jorge's cooking up for the animatic in the livestream, 'cause I have no clue what's happening rn 👀

"For every comrade!" FSA melody!

"all those _ who were slaughtered by your hand" hmm I can't quite hear what he's saying there?

wait wait wait he's ACTUALLY using the power of his 600 men!!

"You idiot" damn lol

DIFFERENT BEAST ODY HOLY SHIT

is that a blade sound effect?

WAIT DID HE JUST STAB HIM WITH HIS OWN TRIDENT

HOLY SHIT ODY

HOLY FUCK

POP OFF ODY

OMG "MONSTER" AND THEN "RUTHLESSNESS"

BRO HE'S BEGGING??

*trident drops* hot damn ody

"Next to my wife." OHHHHHHH MIC DROP

Holy FUCK that was crazy

I'm gonna listen to it again.

Ok but holy shit Odysseus literally just tortured a god until he gave in?? Daym ody

Tho I like how he tries using open arms first, and then ruthlessness. He's kinda found a balance? I say kinda, 'cause he went hard on the ruthlessness, but since he sincerely tried to ask Poseidon to just drop the whole thing already, his later actions in 600 Strike feel more warranted.

I honestly don't know how Jorge keeps doing it. He just keeps topping himself! Like! Thunder Bringer? And then God Games?? And now Six Hundred Strike??? They just keep getting better! Banger after banger, like!! How.

Wait I just wanna. Sit with it. Imma lie down and stare at the ceiling for a bit, aight?

... I am shooketh.

But BRO THAT WAS INSANE! ODY FUCKED HIM UPPP

AMAZING BRAVO EXTRODINARY INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING GORGEOUS WONDERFUL HOW DARE YOU

[aachria]

I am so unbelievably nervous for this chapter pooks you dont even know it andthe title sure doesn't sound very promising at all

Writing as im reading once again but I noticed how long my chapter commentary has been gwtting so I'll tryyyy to Tone It Down but i make no promises. The length of my commentary is only dictated by how absolutely crazy you decide to make this chapter.

Ace and Sabo giving ed a shovel talk is everything ive wanted since the marriage i beg you to let ace live long enough to get mad at ed for not telling him pretty please 😭🙏

Oooh the gift for Sabo i was gonna send an ask abt it since ive been rereading the fic this weekend but i figured you wouldn't forget it

LUFFY AND SABO INTERACT8ONS 😤🦅😭😤🦅😭😤😭🦅😤😭🦅😭😤😭🦅😭🦅😭🦅🙏🙏🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Im very much unready to read the strawhats be separated i have cried too many times reading this fic and im certain this will be the worst to date

STOP 😭 ed's jst going on abt keeping the crew safe and i can feel the tears coming

HOLD ON if ed is in fact staying with luffy, thing i should've guessed from last chapter, does that m3an they're meeting boa? Omg. I am suddenly so much more excited for the next set of chapters, thing that i did not think was possible.

Once again i ask myself when the fuck ed learned gymnastics 😭

Not the "i definitely did that on purpose" after they slam into a fucking building like sure you did 🤨 and i definitely believe you 🤨

"Its as straight as you can get" made me crack up

I will be so completely honest with you i have no idea what the fuck is going on like a good 40% of fights but thats jst because i have trouble translating the moves into a movie in my head

"Adam Sandler? What are you doing here? And in a bright yellow pinstripe suit sounding stoned out of his damn mind, too." I had not expected to laugh this much in this chapter i was fr bracing myself to cry. 🧍‍♀️. Now that i think abt it you might just be lowering our guard so that it hits harder 🤨

AND ED'S SAVIOR COMPLEX HITS AGAIN WITH BLAMING THEMSELVES ONCE MORE !!!

so. Luffy and Ed separation. I cant bring myself to be sad this shit was written so well 😭 just "wait for me" and "ill always find you" ugh just throw an "unquestionably" in there and id cry there could be one every chapter and id still cry every single time

Im so fucking excited for ed to meet coin hopefully next chapter 🤭

Amazing chapter as always!! Surprisingly didnt cry!! Thank you!! I cannot fucking wait for the Wednesday chapter

I pulled out the Rio Romeo you KNOW it was gonna be a rough one.

Tfw you're tying to give your baby brother's S/O the shovel talk but you're also stuck in the scaffolding at your own execution and your baby brother's S/O is also your friend who you have cried about your self worth and daddy issues to.

That fucking black book plot bunny has been hopping around FAR TOO LONG, so I had to take it out back and shoot it and by that I mean finally deliver it to it's intended recipient.

Mmmmmmm Boa

Look Ed had gymnastics beamed directly into their head by GOD does that make sense?

When I write combat I do it 70% for the vibes 20% for the quips and humor and 10% for the actual fighting. If you have no idea what is happening you and I are on the same page.

Ed got them self worth issues in them where the dog should be 💪💪💪

God I cannot wait for Coin & Ed content. Love those two.

I am so proud of you for not crying. I cried writing it. That baby was cooked with TEARS.

[meenawrites]

Lo'ak Modern AU

Guys... I cannot believe I wrote modern AUs for all the blorbos except Lo'ak omg. Criminal. Imma rectify that right now.

SO

Lo'ak definitely has some inferiority complex towards Neteyam especially but also Kiri to a certain extent, just in that both his older siblings are pretty successful in school in such and he feels like a bit of a screw-up in comparison.

He's the type where if he doesn't like something or want to do it, he just won't. Like it's incredibly difficult to make himself apply himself to something he has zero desire to do, and that shows in his schoolwork and general attitude.

He feels guilty towards Neteyam every time he gets lectured by Jake for something Lo'ak got them in trouble for in the first place, but loves that his brother looks out for him.

Lo'ak is smart, he just hates studying.

Spider is basically his best friend and the two combined are likely to get into WAY more trouble than either on their own. They kind of share one braincell together. And with Spider being the Anti-Bully of the school and Lo'ak being the way he is, they tend to get in trouble sometimes just for trying to defend someone (just going about it the wrong way).

Like I've mentioned before in my Spider Modern AU post, Spider definitely helps Lo'ak out with schoolwork. I think it would hurt his pride a lot if one of his older siblings were the ones to do it, but he feels like he and Spider are more equals so he doesn't mind getting school help from him. He insists on keeping it a secret though, but the two of them combined aren't super subtle, so Jake ends up finding out and just pretending in front of Lo'ak that he doesn't know while slipping Spider cash as payment basically for Spider tutoring his son (more on this in my Spider AU post).

I think Lo'ak would be on the basketball team. I don't know I feel like it just fits his vibe very well and he would be a star player. It's actually something he takes great pride in, and he's positively beaming every time his father shows up to one of his games and is cheering for him, just bursting with happiness.

Lo'ak's bedroom would be messy for sure. Like that organized chaos where he knows exactly where everything is but no one else can make heads or tails of anything. Probably has a basketball signed by his favorite player on display somewhere above the mess though. The type to have a bunch of posters scattered all over his walls – a combo of basketball and soccer posters, shounen anime posters, a few bands he's super into, and maybe a few pictures of him and Spider doing stupid shit.

Per @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie 's post a while ago, Lo'ak definitely joins the cheer team to be closer to Tsireya. You'd think he'd be embarassed or something but he's so head over heels for her that he doesn't really care. It definitely helps that he's like surprisingly good at it, so people don't feel like they can actually poke fun at him for it.

Constantly gets into arguments with Aonung that Neteyam has to pull him away from. It's definitely escalated to physical though, but he's trying to tone it down at least for Tsireya. Helps a little that Aonung and Neteyam seem to be developing... something (Lo'ak be dense like that fr).

I think despite how extroverted Lo'ak is he wouldn't have a lot of very close friends outside of Spider and his siblings. Like maybe some people that are class friends or teammates, but he has a harder time letting someone actually get CLOSE close.

I don't know why I have this image of him really enjoying rock climbing/bouldering? Just feel like that would be a big hobby of his that Spider also shares.

Those are all my thoughts right now? But feel free to add on. I feel like I need to re-watch ATWOW to have more to say.