#hm. maybe i am going a little crazy over this

[polarsirens]

a reunion

[zemnarihah]

i literally NEED to get my nostrils pierced but like i have this thing where i want all my piercings to be symmetrical so im like well i cant get them one at a time but also i know its a pretty painful piercing and it hurts more to get two at once and also the healing could be hard bc i sleep on my side so one side will always be getting bumped but it will bug me literally so much if i only have one side done augh

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.1 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

New fic alert? Can you tell I've got a thing for the enemies to lovers trope? Sorryyyyyy. I have loads of ideas for so many stories but this one made me too excited :D I can’t tell if the writing in this is ass but i’m just setting things up hold out hope for me people…

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ellie opens the door of her new home only to see you, her least favourite person in Jackson, standing at her door with your suitcase in hand.

"No no no no no no no." You say as you immediately start walking away from her. You keep walking until you see Maria walking towards you.

"Don't even start-" She already knows what you're going to say.

"I am not fucking living with her Maria."

"Didn't I tell you not to start? You're wasting your breath anyway, this is the only way we can accommodate all the new arrivals."

"Why do you hate me?" You groan and she spins you around immediately marching you back to your new home.

"I don't, but you and Ellie are a pain in my ass, maybe make the most of it and try and get along hm?" She keeps you held firmly at the front door as she knocks three times.

"Back for more alrea-" Ellie pauses as she sees Maria standing there with a stern look on her face, she pushes you through the door and smiles.

"Enjoy setting up!" She calls over her shoulder and you're sure you hear her laugh.

"Fuck my life." You push past Ellie, bumping her hard enough that she stumbles slightly. You storm off upstairs to find your room huffing at your new reality.

You're unpacking all your belongings when you notice her standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you just gonna keep staring at me like a creep?"

"Are you gay?"

"Pardon?" You scoff at her bluntness but your heart was beating a mile a minute, you knew it wasn't a big deal, she's a lesbian herself, but for some reason you still found coming out to people so difficult. Your parents hadn't taken it well which is how you found yourself living on your own... well, with Ellie. You breathe in and regain your composure, turning to her and flashing a coy smirk. "Why do you want to know Williams? Got a little crush on me?"

"Ha! You wish. Just wondered seeing as you're nineteen and have never once even held a guys hand."

"Didn't realise you paid so much attention to me, should I be worried I have a stalker?" She rolls her eyes at you obviously avoiding her question. "Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't, just trying to figure out if I should be worried about you getting a crush on me and going all crazy."

You walk over to her until there's only inches between you. "You're so arrogant." You bump her in the shoulder and she stumbles as you walk past her towards the kitchen. "You're also not my type... at all." You call over her shoulder missing the look of bewilderment on her face.

"Wait... so you are?" Ellie calls as she follows you to the kitchen. She's close behind you as you march away until you stop dead in your tracks causing her to bump into you.

"If you must know Ellie, yes I am."

"Oh." Ellie felt her heart clench a little for you as she knows how unaccepting your parents are, that's why you stopped being friends all those years ago after all.

You had met Ellie on the first day she arrived in Jackson, she looked tired and a little gaunt but you still felt butterflies in your stomach when you laid eyes on her for the first time. You remember seeing her walk in and hand a gun she kept in the back of her jeans to Maria, you were gobsmacked because she looked the same age as you and you couldn't imagine holding, let alone using, a gun. You had been born in Jackson, only ever leaving to go on patrol in the last couple years so 14 year old you found the girl all the more intriguing. You had watched her from a distance as Joel spoke to your dad, you still remember the feeling of your stomach dropping when she looked up to see you spying on her. You hadn't spoken to her until later that evening when Joel and her had come to yours for dinner. It was awkward at first but when she saw your record player and limited vinyl collection, the ice thawed quickly, you became inseparable until your parents started taking an issue with your friendship with her, you never understood why they stopped you seeing her and stopped seeing Joel until two years ago when you told them you were a lesbian. Ellie had always known that they were homophobic but it still hurt when they stopped you seeing her, she saw red any time she was near you because she was so hurt that you could cut her out of your life just like that and within a couple months you were bitter rivals that couldn't share a nice word with the other. Her hatred for you was so overwhelming that it forced her to stop being so awkward around people because she was so focused on throwing as many insults your way as possible that her nerves when speaking to others dissipated.

Now, as you stand in the kitchen staring at her leaning on the doorframe you felt a pang of guilt for how you had treated her although it quickly disappeared the second she opened her beautiful mouth.

"Well er... you're not my type either so don't get any ideas." You laugh at the awkwardness of her statement knowing why she suddenly lost confidence in herself.

"Thanks for the clarification." You roll your eyes before busying yourself getting a glass of water, it was the middle of summer so all the moving and unpacking was making you feel severely dehydrated. Ellie watched as you gulped down the water, noting how a couple drops fall down onto your white tank top. She dragged her eyes away from you and cleared her throat.

"Well now we've established the feelings mutual we can go back to never speaking again. Or are you going to bother me constantly with small talk?"

"Oh believe me you have nothing to worry about on my end." You refill the glass again and walk over to her. "And if I'm remembering correctly you're the one that came and spoke to me, so I could ask you the same thing, no?" You jab a finger into her chest as you speak emphasising your point. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to go wash this finger of your germs and finish unpacking." You push past her once again and she scoffs as you walk away back upstairs without looking back at her.

You continue unpacking methodically until everything is put away neatly and your decorations are in their new designated homes. As you collapse onto the bed picking up the book you were reading at the moment from your bedside table you breathe a sigh of relief at the breeze making its way through your open window. Your shared cabin was right on the outskirts of Jackson so your view was the beautiful woods that lined the north west section of the wall, as you looked at the greenery that was reflecting glittering spots of sunlight you reminisced on the times you and Ellie had spent in the woods when you were friends. You're interrupted from your thoughts by the growling of your stomach that prompts you to sneak back to the kitchen.

"Fuck's sake." You mutter under your breath as you walk into the kitchen only to be greeted by Ellie leaning on the counter savaging a bowl of cereal.

"You know you're spilling more of that down your shirt than you're getting in your mouth right?" Ellie looks down at her t-shirt only to see that you were correct when you said she was spilling milk down herself, she huffs and continues eating, this time being more careful as she brings the bowl right to her mouth.

"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to talk to you and yet... here you are talking to me." She mumbles through a mouthful of cereal. You roll your eyes and open the fridge only to see the leftovers you had put in there earlier were gone. You take a deep breath before spinning to give Ellie the dirtiest of looks.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's the only food I had until I go out tomorrow. Why would you eat it?"

"Oh was that yours? My bad I got hungry earlier, it was really good though you gotta make me some more of that sometime." She smiles sweetly and your face twists into a scowl as you feel the rage boiling inside of you.

"Only we live here Ellie, if you're going to steal my food you could at least own it." You walk away and just before you leave the kitchen empty handed you turn back slightly. "Pussy." You go to walk away until you feel a hand enclose around your arm yanking you backwards. She pushes you up against the wall and leans her body weight on you so you can't move, relishing in your struggle.

"Say that again bitch, I dare you." Her eyes are dark and cold only mirroring yours, a devilish grin appears on your face as you lean in closer to her.

"You're a pussy Williams... and you don't scare me." You push her off with all your strength and rush away from her before slamming your door so hard you're shocked it doesn't come off the hinges. You pace around your room muttering and cursing Ellie before you stop, realising you actually have to live with her for the foreseeable future, every time you looked at her all you could think of is the screaming matches you endured with your parents when they banned you from seeing her and the look of defeat on her face as you ignored her for the first time when she came over to you while you were out with your parents, the nausea you were feeling only grew as the memory of when you came out to your parents flashes through your mind as it does multiple times throughout the day. You grab your book and begin reading once again trying to rid yourself of all these memories that Ellie was bringing up. As you finally feel the nausea calming there are three forceful knocks on your door that you ignore reflexively.

"You gonna open the door or what?" Ellie's voice is muffled but clear enough to make out what she's saying.

"No. Fuck off Ellie!" Ellie rolls her eyes before knocking harder this time and she doesn't stop, she continuously bangs on your door until you throw your book down in frustration to storm over to the source of your irritation. As you yank the door open you're greeted by a smirking Ellie. "WHAT? What could you possibly want? You eat my food, you piss me off, you pin me against a fucking wall, what do you want now Ellie?"

Ellie is taken aback by your harsh tone, typically it had a hint of playfulness to it but now you just sounded angry. She gulped before regaining her standoffish demeanour. "Calm down sweetie."

You scoff and go to slam the door in her face but her hand stops you and pushes the door back so hard you stumble backwards with it, you huff and walk away dropping down onto your bed once again.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure whatever. You're gonna do what you want anyway." She stuffs her hands into her front pockets and walks in as she looks at all the decorations in your room before plopping down on your bed sitting directly on your feet. You snatch them away with a huff as you grit your teeth and curl up to put as much distance between you two.

"What... do you want Williams?"

"Nothing really. Just wanted to see your room. It's very... you."

"Mm and I'm sure yours looks like a squatters pit." You smile smugly at her as she rolls her eyes, your face drops as she turns and eyes the book on your bedside table with a smirk.

"You read romance?" She stifles a laugh poorly.

"Yes and what? Can you even read?" She chuckles and you mumble under your breath "idiot"

"Wow you really are a virgin aren't you?" You eyes flash up at her as your eyebrows knit together and your face turns to a grimace.

"Why do you assume I'm a virgin because I read romance? Maybe I just enjoy it."

"Ha! Right. I'm assuming you're a virgin because only virgins read romance books." You kick at her and she grabs your sock-covered foot stopping you in your tracks.

"Oh my god Ellie can you go away!"

"No no, not just yet. My curiosity is piqued about this book now." Before you can stop her she's reaching for the book and standing up while flicking through some pages.

"Wait, No Ellie don't." She holds it above your head as you stand, you try and snatch it from her once but it's too far out of your reach, panic takes over as she opens it above her head and begins reading aloud. "Ellie fucking stop!"

"Why? It's just a romance book right? Nothing too... inappropriate." Your cheeks heat and the familiar rage comes back in full force, you look down at her feet and stomp on the left one as hard as you can, she yelps and drops her arms which allows you to grab the book from her grasp and you immediately rush out of your room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you with a triumphant smile.

"Ow you bitch!" You hear Ellie call after you. As you eye the bathtub you decide now is the perfect time to relax in the tub so you can escape Ellie for awhile and read your book in peace.

You stay in the bath until the sun has completely set and the room is bathed in a silvery glow from the moonlight, you guess you were in there for at least an hour but as you start to shiver from the cooling water you decide to finally leave your refuge. As you climb out of the bath you're horrified when you realise your towel is still in your room.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You had to walk past Ellie's room to get to yours but ultimately you decide you'd have to risk it, you unlock the door and peak out into the hallway to see its empty, you edge the door open and begin quickly creeping to your room, you're almost there but as you go to walk past Ellie's room she walks out at the exact same time walking straight into your naked form.

"AGH OH MY GOD!" Your hands immediately attempt to cover your dignity but its an almost failed attempt as you notice her looking you up and down. "DON'T FUCKING LOOK!" You scream as you run past her to your room so quickly your feet slip a little. You hear her cackling in the hallway as you lean with your back against the door in utter disbelief. "No no noooo that did not just happen." You mumble to yourself as you run a hand over your face.

You try to put the embarrassment past you as you settle into bed before passing out from the sheer exhaustion of the day.

[norrisleclercf1]

Whip ‘Em Out

Pairing: Charles x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut, flashing, slight hand collar, Dom!Charles to Soft!Dom Charles, p in v, oral (male receiving), soft sex, slight fighting in the beginning

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Could you maybe write a blurb for Charles . Just like the trend on tiktok, that you are having a argument with your boyfriend and during the argument you are flashing him with your tits?

A/N: Alright this was going to go completely different and I got really carried away with this request. It was going to be a quick and funny little thing but yeahhhhh. Anyways it wasn’t originally going to be soft sex but I’m in my feels today. So enjoy ☺️

It's a stupid argument. That's the only reason you thought about doing it. I mean, seriously, Charles was tired and had a little jet lag, and yes, he did ask to pick up his dry cleaning, but he was blowing it up.

"I asked one thing, baby, please pick up my dry cleaning instead. You didn't. Now I have nothing to wear to this damn gala event." Charles groans, storming down the hall to his closest.

You roll your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend as you watch the TikTok of the girl flashing her boyfriend mid-argument. You smirk, knowing damn well this would drive him crazy, but you just had to pick the perfect moment to do it.

His feet echo down the hall as he storms back to you. "I mean, what the hell am I supposed to wear, hm? Couldn't you have just done this one thing, love?" He asks, rubbing the exhausted look off his face, and later you might feel bad, but right now, you just wanted your boyfriend.

"Charles." You say his name making him look up and freeze as you lift up your shirt, well his shirt, and flash him.

You giggle, pull your shirt down, and walk over, pecking his lips that formed a perfect O. "Sorry, I hope that makes up for it." You whisper and head down to your shared bedroom to pick out his outfit for the night so he can leave on time.

Charles stands in the living room before chuckling and slowly walks to the bedroom. Your back is to him as he contemplates exactly what to do with you, especially after that little stunt you just pulled.

Slowly he moves and wraps his hand around your throat, careful not to hurt you. You gasp and pull away from him, but Charles pulls you right back into his chest, and you groan, feeling the stunt's effect on him.

"Char." You moan slightly, mind becoming fuzzy from his body against yours and how his hand is possessively wrapped around your throat.

"You think you can show me your gorgeous tits and then walk away without consequences?" Charles whispers, his grip tightening slightly in your ear, just enough to give you pleasure but not cause harm.

"Just didn't want to keep fighting Char. I'm sorry." You whine, giving your best puppy dog eyes, making Charles almost cave.

"Nah, uh." He grumbles and moves you to the bed, laying you down, making you giggle as Charles stares at you.

He always stares at you before he fucked you senseless. It was a moment that reminded you how much Charles really loved you and how sweet he could be before making you unable to move for the rest of the day.

Charles leans down before lifting your shirt and pulling it over your head, your view gets blocked, but you flinch, feeling warm, feather-like kisses on your collarbone. You shiver when his groan hits your skin as he locks eyes with your chest admiring it.

Charles is a tits man, and fuck did he love yours.

Your spine dances when his rough, calloused hand grabs a handful and tugs gently. His fingers twisted your nipple slightly before sucking it into his mouth. He loved how it felt against his tongue, how your chest heaved, and whimpers fell from your mouth when he sucked you.

"Char." You whine, lifting your hips to feel pressure to dull the ache between them.

He licks your nipple as he lets go of it, his other hand pulling and teasing the other. "Patience." He whispers as he pulls you into him.

A soft moan passes your lips, feeling how much Charles wants you between your legs. You never knew why, but leading up to sex with him always got you closer to your orgasm than anything. He used everything about your body against you, turning you into a pathetic whimpering mess

"Stop, or I won't make it much longer." Charles groans in your chest, and that's when you realize you've been practically humping him.

You know your hips, but whine feeling him twitch. It was becoming painful now, wanting nothing more than to have him in you; Charles was determined to make you drunk on him. Even if that meant Turing your chest into a gallery of his teeth and tongue.

Charles moves so you sit on top of him even though he is sitting up. Your chest was at eye level with his face; he loved you in this position. Nothing got him to come faster than watching you bounce and whine on him, your face filled with ecstasy.

"Please, Charles, please wanna feel you." You whisper as your boyfriend's hands slide down your waist and legs, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one failed swoop.

"I will, angel, but take it slow, okay?" He leans up, kissing your lips as you try to grind on him, but his hands are firm on your hips, stopping that from happening.

Huffing with impatience, you unbuckle his pants. You didn't care he wasn't fully addressed. Honestly, no, with was hotter than riding him like this, it was a weird thing to love, but you did. Charles lets out that giggle of his watching you with love and lust in his eyes. He enjoyed moments like these. Yes, he was still mad about his dry cleaning, and I don't think he didn't know about the new TikTok trend of flashing your boyfriend during an argument, but he loved learning you both craved each other more than air and still had these moments.

His thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hands on him as he groans, eyes fluttering close as he soaks up the feeling of your hand. Charles jumps slightly when you move your hand up and down, almost teasingly as, licking your lips, you look up at him, both of you freezing.

"I love you." He whispers, making your smile show as you remove your hands, trailing them up his body and into his hair, gently tugging the strands.

"I love you too. Sorry for not picking up the dry cleaning." You mumble, making both your chest rattle from his laughter.

"Fuck the dry cleaning, angel." He whispers, kissing your lips, cheeks, and all over your face, causing it to scrunch up.

"Well, can you fuck me first?" You ask, causing a sputter of laughter from both of you.

"I'm not fucking you-." "But-" Charles shuts you up, flipping you onto your back and gently sliding into you. "I'm going to show you how much I love you." He groans, pressing his forehead against yours as soft whimpers escape your mouth.

"Charles." You whine as he slowly moves his hips out, but not enough so you can adjust to him. Charles curses himself for being weak, but nothing makes him shake more than being inside you.

He drove at dangerous speeds and through crashes, weather, and anything else; he always got shakes from being with you.

"Y/n." He groans, slowly moving his hips out before plunging back into you, moans and soft words passing between you as Charles holds you close.

"M close." You groan as Charles nods, knowing what to do as he removes his hand from your hair and down your body to your clit.

Charles learned your body inside and out and read enough to know that people needed more than simple penetration. It's why he always got you going with the teasing and touching before even being with you. Your body craved it like a fucking drug. Even now, the way you clamp down him from his thumb, simply brushing your clit, he knew how much you were tittering on edge.

"Let go for me." He whispers, his thumb giving just enough pressure and moving in a small circle before going up and down that has you moaning loudly as your body spams. Charles stills, stopping himself from his own before your body goes limp, eyes hazy from the orgasm.

"Let me help." You whisper, pulling away and hissing from the empty feeling but shaking it off as Charles moves around you, not resisting your slight push to get him in his back.

Licking his lips, Charles watches as you move between his legs, getting comfortable before licking your tongue over his cock.

"God damn." He groans, knowing he won't last long but he doesn't care.

Giggling to yourself, you waste no time taking him into your mouth, causing him to let out more curses, mixes of English, French, and Italian. His weight on your tongue makes you relax as your tongue swirls around his head, throat relaxing and taking him further. Sometimes Charles loved your sloppy fast pace or slow and teasing style, but he was enjoying how you let him enjoy it. Bobbing your head, you move your left hand and grip his thigh, letting him know you are okay and taking your right hand to slowly massage him causing him to let out whimpering groans.

You loved turning him into a mess with your mouth, but you feel him twitch and know not to drag it on as long as you tighten your throat slightly and move your tongue faster.

"Angel, fuck, I'm- I'm-" Charles doesn't finish his sentence as he comes in your mouth. You don't stop your movements, still sucking him through his high. You pull off him slowly when you feel him relax in your mouth, and you quickly swallow as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

"Damn." He groans, his hands pulling you up so you lay on top of him, not wanting you far from him. Charles would never admit it, but after sex, he just needed you next to him to make sure you were okay and to know you didn't feel conflicted emotions sometimes.

"Apology accepted." He whispers, making you laugh and kiss his nose before laying your head on his shoulder, enjoying his scent and heartbeat against your hand.

"Hey?" He asks, fingers running up and down your back.

"Yes?" You reply, your own fingers trailing over his chest and abdomen.

"Next time we argue like that, whip 'em out again." He mumbles.

Your brain stops working before you slap his chest, making you shout in surprise as you try hard not to laugh.

"Your such a boy." You shout, which Charles laughs as he grabs your hands, stopping the assault.

"Yes, but I'm yours." He says, kissing your nose.

"Yeah, you are." You smile, running your hand over his jaw as both talk and laugh, the gala event wholly forgotten.

[starrykirsche]

hihihii !! ( i absolutely love your writings. )

before i start the request i just wanted to day english is not my mother tounge so sorry if i am messing anything up. <3

but can you do something with sub!bill x reader? maybe something where reader hasnt let him cum for a few days and hes like begging her to let him cum. obviously reader lets him but yeah thats just the request !! if u can do it its completely fine also xx.

thanks for the request! and don’t worry anon you’re english is really good :3

i love this ideaaa

(also; yayy i got this out finally!!)

Too Much

a sub!Bill Kaulitz fanfic

content: femdom!reader (but honestly there are no mentions of it being a fem!reader), begging, edging

synopsis: after “so long” Bill’s gotten desperate..

translations: “Schnucki” is a german term of endearment that translates to: “Sweetie” or “Sweetie Pie”

“Oh c’mon! It’s been three days,” Bill pleads, walking after you, “Do you know what that will do to a man?”

You chuckle softly and turn back to look at him. His hazel eyes are wide and needy, his cheeks flush, and his breath heavy. “It can’t be all that bad, Billy.”

Bill whines at that and throws his head back, “It is!” You turn back around to grab your car keys. “Please! You can’t leave me like this!”

“Can’t I?” You respond teasingly.

“C’mon.. the way you were kissing me, and- and touching me, I thought you were finally gonna let me..” He trails off with an embarrassed whimper.

“Let you what?” You say, running your hand up his side.

“I’m going crazy here, Schnucki…” Bill whines, burying his fingers in your hair, “Please…”

Smiling, you can’t help but pity your poor boyfriend. “Hm, maybe with a bit of convincing, I’ll let you.”

His eyes light up and he nods eagerly. Bill grabs your wrist and begins to pull you back to the bed. Incoherent thanks leaving his lips.

For the past three days, the only slack you’ve cut him is some kissing and heavy petting. His libido, as strong as ever, has basically short circuited his brain at this point. He’d do anything to cum. You knew it, and he knew it.

Sitting on the bed once more, Bill was practically shaking with excitement.

“Beg,” You say sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair. He whines and kisses her cheek, his fingers curling into your thighs as he looks at you like you’re the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“Please… I’ve been good. I haven’t touched myself or- or done anything bad. I swear I’ll be a good boy..” He mumbles, “Please, please, I- I need this.. I need it.”

Bill continues to plead incoherently, while a smile is painted on your face. He’s always so cute when her like this, it almost makes you want to torture him a bit longer… but you won’t. Not when he wants it this bad.

You shush him and he quickly stops his begging, just limpid panting comes from him now. “Okay.. okay…”

A broken little grin pulls at his pouty lips and you begin to pull his pajama pants off. Leaning back obediently, he squirms with excitement. Bill’s erection springs out and your sure you’ve never seen it so… intense. The tip is red and leaking, twitching. He bites his lip and looks at you hopefully. You slowly lean over and kiss his lips, taking the base of his dick into your hand. Bill groans like it’s been years since anything has touched it, babbling your praise as you begin to slowly stroke his weeping erection.

He reaches out for you so pitifully. Giving him your free hand, he holds it in both of his, gently kissing your fingers as you give him what he’s begged for. “I love you so much…” Bill pants against the skin of your palm. You continue with your slow, but firm strokes. Bit by bit… you speed up. He whines, and squirms. His body twitching, his mouth agape.

And just as quickly as it started, it ended. A white hot flash of light splintering up through Bill’s body before a sticky white substance covers your hand. You let go of his overwhelmed, twitching dick and smile. Licking his climax off of your hand, his body twitches at odd times. Bill’s eyes are heavy lidded and his breathes are deep and short.

“Pl-Please..” You hear Bill breathily say.

“Please what?” You say back.

He whines and reaches his arms out for you again, his eyes basically shut, “Lay with me,” Bill whines. With a soft giggle you tug his pajama pants back up and settle in beside him. He wraps his arms beside you with the little strength in them he has left.

“I love you…” Bill mumbles.

“I love you too,” You respond, “Did it feel good..?”

“Amazing.” He says in a boarder line moan.

“Good.” You mumble back.

With that, Bill softly falls asleep.

deine, kirsche. ✮

[nocoastposts]

Happy Friday! This rec list is lengthy, kinky, and explicit. I'll have an additional list up soon, but this one is dedicated to some excellent E-rated gems.

Please remember to mind the tags - especially for these recs! - and kindly skip anything that doesn't suit you.

If you enjoy these, make sure to leave kudos and check out the authors additional works. Fic links and summaries below the cut.

in the dead of night | @littlemisskittentoes | E | 3.8k

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there a very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words slows them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over) | @sparklepocalypse | E | 5.9k

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak.

Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing.

(Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

What I Need Tonight | @sparklepocalypse (again, always, etc.) | E | 3.5k

It’s two in the morning on a Tuesday when the clatter of something hitting the bathroom floor startles Henry awake. At first, his groggy mind assumes it’s Alex – but then Alex snuffles in his sleep behind him and tightens his arms around Henry’s waist.

There’s another clatter, and then a shuffling noise, and Henry’s eyes widen. He reaches back and grabs Alex’s thigh, shaking him.

(A temporal folding M/M/M AU that takes place post-canon but pre-bonus chapter.)

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag! | largepeachicedtea | E | 12.8k

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all. A Scream AU

when he walks in (i am loved) | @kill8a | E | 10.3k

Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.

or, henry gets well fucked and well loved.

[ My final rec is for the four-part series please, please have me by @everwitch-magiks; the total word count is 29.7k. I really love the summaries for each installment, so I've included 'em all.]

Hope and Glory | E | 3.5k

Any moment now, that door will open again and another man will enter, another stranger will bare himself and quietly slot himself into the hole in the wooden panel. And Henry will swallow him down, willingly, greedily. He will use his mouth and his tongue and both of his hands, and he will lose himself in every little sound, every low groan and trembling whimper, every sharp intake of breath. He will bring the stranger to the brink and then over it, will smile faintly as feels the man pulsing in between his hands, will brush a chaste kiss against the tip before he lets go.

Henry joins an exclusive, members only sex club and lives out an impossible fantasy. Along the way, he forms a connection with an enigmatic lover.

Everything I Never Thought I'd Ever Find | E | 5.3k

The man is rubbing his length alongside Alex's as promised, his breathing heavy as Alex engages him in a series of wild, open-mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue, give and take. Alex is shaking with want as he struggles to keep his arms still, to keep kissing, to keep himself from losing control entirely, to be good. God, he wants to be good.

Alex had never dared to hope that his sexual escapades with an irresistible stranger could turn into so much more.

That Look In Your Eyes | E | 4.7k

They’re trying something new. It’s a bit of an indulgence on Henry’s part. Earlier that night, he had walked into the now familiar room to find Alex as utterly irresistible as always: naked and blindfolded and so impossibly willing, so wonderfully eager. In that exact moment, Henry had decided that it was time for something a little bit different.

One brief but intriguing conversation later, Henry had been very pleased to pull the silk scarf from his own neck. Clearly, they'd just found a better use for it.

When The Time Is Right | E | 16.1k

“Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

I've got another post in the works with some longer fics that are a mixture of all types of themes, ratings, and so on.

Feel free to request fic recs anytime!

XOXO,

Amy | NoCoastPosts

[pretty-toru]

Hi! If you're taking requests rn, can I req for a gojo x fem or gn reader scenario where she does the break up prank on him but he surprisingly actually falls for it and the reader then makes up for it (sfw please)

break up prank┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: slight angst to comfort

୧ wc: 1.2k

୧ synopsis: you break up with gojo because he eats too much.

a/n: i don't support these kinds of relationship pranks :( but i tried making this lighthearted as possible so no hearts were broken in the making.

Satoru's enjoying his lunch across from you during break 一 if you can even call it that considering it's a bunch of sweets and snacks in their wrappers sprawled over the table. While he's filling you in on his morning accompanied by his first year students, cheek overstuffed with strawberry whipped cream sando, you sigh when he finishes his sentence.

"Gojo, we need to talk."

There’s a bitter taste on his tongue now, and Satoru looks at you with his brows furrowed when you call him by his family name which sounds foreign to him. You don't normally address him that way unless he seriously messed up, but everything was perfect and you both were getting along great so he's clueless. Maybe if he pretends by looking around for this Gojo to answer you back and nothing comes up the day can continue its usual pace. "Yeah, so, anyway as Megumi was getting hit on–"

You huff when your words fall on deaf ears, and you are a little more stern and a little louder this time. Your arms crossing over your chest because you don't appreciate being ignored. "Gojo, I just said we need to talk."

He wears a sullen pout but keeps his lighthearted tone. "Angel you're killing me here, you know that's not my name. You always call me Baby or Honey or Toru~" He mimics your cute voice and you bite the inside of your cheek from smiling affectionately, and because you don’t sound even close to anything like that. 

"Yeah, well not for long. We have to break up."

What? His face immediately drops and he seizes his antics. He can't believe you could say that so easily, and he doesn't even know if he heard you right. You are his entire world and he thought he was yours too. Just the other day you were telling him how happy he makes you and how lucky you were to have him, so what the hell happened? Where did he go wrong? He completely trusted that you'd never give up on him and you both were even planning for the future, so it's incredibly baffling to him when you say the most unexpected thing.

Break up...

Break up?

What do you mean by that?

"No chance, that's not happening. What makes you say that, hm?" Satoru has a way of bouncing back that tells you even though he feels hurt and betrayed, he won’t succumb to the voice in his head reminding him he doesn’t deserve you. Because he knows he does, and you deserve him too. "This sounds like crazy talk, that's what it is. I can't believe you would even suggest something like this. Am I even allowed to know the reason?"

You straighten yourself in your seat, and gesture over to the purchased goods to your right. "Well, for one thing–! You eat so many sweets!" When your words reach him, he caught onto your practical joke and relief washes over him. He can't take you seriously anymore especially when you make frowning look so adorable as the castella roll cake, his beloved kikufuku, and an entire souffle cheesecake gets chastised under your gaze. "I've never seen anyone eat their body weight in sweets, and I'm afraid the next morning I'll find my boyfriend has turned into liquified sugar or limbs made of mochi!"

Satoru bursts out into laughter from your ridiculous explanation of wanting to end things, the tension in the room dissipates and the heaviness in his heart follows making him feel infinitely lighter. He doesn't argue or deny his sweet tooth, just slowly nods and drags your seat that’s a short distance away towards him. His strawberry sando is forgotten and you are compliant when he gently pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. You giggle because it tickles, and your arms loop around his nape with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair. 

"Fine, it's true. I've become a sugar fiend. But is that really something to break up over, sweetheart?" He’s slowly returning back to being playful again, but the way he’s holding you a little closer and tighter means he hasn’t fully recovered from the prank. 

"I mean, it's getting out of control. When we go out for ice cream, you won't share yours and keep taking bites out of mine. Huge ones that leave teeth marks too!" You’re teasing him now and all he can do is chuckle. This is the worst prank anyone has pulled on him, and he should be upset with the person that played it… But he just can’t be upset with you, he could never be upset at you. Just because you did something like that doesn’t mean he still doesn't love you.

"I share everything else with you, and I think I'm more than generous when it comes to spoiling my sweet girl~" Satoru leans in once more to plant quick trailing kisses on your neckline down to your collarbone for all the times he’s stolen a taste from you. When he pulls away slightly, his parted lips were already waiting for yours when you meet him for a tender exchange. Softly melding together with a taste of your tongue and your "I love you" is more than just words to him. It’s a feeling he knows is truly and genuinely still there despite you almost breaking his heart.  

"I hope you know I was just joking, right?" Your noses are touching and you speak in the most gentle tone. He was so sure it was some mischievous stunt, but hearing you confirm it gave him some comfort and ease of mind. "We aren’t breaking up just so we’re clear. I’m sorry for putting you through that, but it was nice knowing you’d want to keep me around. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

"Heh, you really messed with my feelings just now, you know that?" Satoru looks faintly distressed, but there’s a simper on his face when he glances down and smooth out the wrinkles on your skirt. "I really thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore. How about if you promise to never do it again… I’ll let you get away with it."

"I promise I won’t do it again." He watches as your hand cover his and you signal him to link your pinkies together. Even if there’s no need for timeless rituals anymore you both still like to engage in small gestures with the utmost seriousness to stay true to your word.

Satoru can’t help but release a breathy laugh. He looks at the sweet connection between your little fingers that brings a certain warmth to his heart like sunlight settling on his skin after a windy surge. His smile broadens as he looks back up at you. "Promise you won’t break my heart by ever leaving me?"

You hum contently and smooch his cheek as you recite the promise back to him. "I promise I won’t break your poor heart. Wouldn't even dream of it."

"I'm glad you are not going anywhere. Then I promise you the same thing~" He intertwines your hands together and brings it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "I love you so much. Don't forget that Angel."

[tiredlilguy]

" Is This... Ok?"|DILFTOBER W4

lost? main masterlist. / dilftober masterlist. / PM masterlist.

a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYY!!! It's been a crazy busy week, and I haven't had time to just sit down at a cafe and just... write TT-TT On top of that, I was really brain dead like all last week, so Saturday I couldn't find myself sitting at my computer. I had to lay down for a while... to be honest I needed the rest. Anyways, ENJOYYY THIS HOT REDHEAD I LOVE HIM >:D this is also on A03! :O

pairing: Oda Sakunosuke X GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), proofread, but there may be some mistakes desc: with a small talk over dinner (and with much thought), you decided to allow your boyfriend to take you v card. ~~ kink this week: virginity loss

A warm hand slid under your shirt, making you shiver at the touch.

Oda’s hands were… rough, but at the same time, they were also quite gentle. That tenderness never failed to make you melt, the blush on your face only getting worse.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda’s eyes looked down at you with concern. Well, his usual blank expression stayed the same, but his eyes spoke his true emotions.

You lightly nodded, placing your hand over his to reassure him that you were okay. You looked up at him with sultry eyes and god damn, he was so hot.

The tired eyes looking back at you, the stubble, the messy bedhead, the calloused roughness of his hands combined with his gentle touch.

It never failed to make you fold over, eyes hazy with a clouded mind as you got lost in his eyes.

But then again… How did you get here?

…

You and your boyfriend were sitting across from each other at the kitchen counter in his apartment after a long day of work. There wasn’t anything particularly on your mind as you both ate curry across from each other with the television playing as background noise. Oda never exchanged many words with you around this time, enjoying the shared silence between the both of you. However, as he looked over at the TV, his other hand moved to slide under yours, intertwining your fingers with his with your palm facing down. His thumb trailed over yours as he let out a sigh, placing his spoon off to the side and swallowing the food that was in his mouth.

“ Oda…,” you called out, placing your utensil down and leaning your cheek over your other hand.

“ Mm…,” he only responded with a hum, his eyes still fixated on the illuminated screen.

You hesitated for a second, a certain question on your mind, but relaxed as his thumb swiped over your hand again. You continued,” I got a question to ask you.”

Oda hummed once more, his focus wasn’t towards you, but you could tell he perked up as you spoke to him. You knew he was listening at least. He picked up the beer can that was beside his plate and took a sip.

“ Have you ever had sex before?”

The alcohol that was just about to go down his throat was spat out back into the can immediately as Oda was about to gag on his drink. He beat his chest in an attempt to stop choking, eventually being able to clear his throat.

His voice was a little shaky, as he sighed,” Quite the question.”

“ Well?” you smirked up at him, finding his reaction to your question entertaining.

“ Well… yes, I have,” he answered, a light blush dusting his cheeks,” Though, it wasn’t anything other than just a one-night stand or… no hard feelings attached I guess. Why do you ask?”

You hummed as he answered your question,” Hm… I only ask because I haven’t before.”

Oda nodded, placing the beer can down,” Am I your first love then?”

Shaking your head, your gaze moved down to your empty plate with a blush,” No actually… I’ve never actually gotten to that stage yet, maybe just out of fear or something, but I’d been thinking about it for a while and…”

His rust-red eyes looked over at you, a hint of curiosity and excitement swirling in them.

“ I think I’m ready,” you blurted out nervously. You were unaware of your hand that gripped onto his tighter. He returned that pressure calmly, his thumb running over the skin of your hand.

“ Hey, relax,” he reassured you, rough voice bringing you out of your thoughts as he smiled at you,” It’s ok, don’t worry… I’ll take good care of you.”

You only nodded. The two of you silently agreed, cleaning up after yourselves and placing the dishes in the sink with a certain tension.

…

You followed him into the bedroom, his hand holding yours as you both walked over. All the while, your mind was a little flooded, asking yourself whether you should even be doing this. However, that all went out the window when Oda opened the door to the bedroom, walking over to the bed to sit you both down.

“ I just wanna make sure…,” his other hand moved a strand of hair out of your face,” You’re okay with this?”

You nodded, less shy than you usually have before,” Yes… I want to do this with you. I trust you, Oda.”

“ Hm…,” Oda hummed under his breath as he moved his face closer to yours,” You’re very pretty like this…”

“ Then come kiss me,” a small smirk formed on your lips.

Oda wasted no time, moving his lips on top of yours in a sweet kiss. You kissed back, hand moving around his back as he moved to your waist. The tension in your shoulders and back seemed to go away as you kissed him. You could… relax for once: the trail of thoughts running through your brain started to go away. Kissing him was relieving, you felt as though you didn’t have to think about anything else. His thumbs caressed your waist, sending a shiver up your spine as he kissed you deeper. You relaxed in his cold, as his hands gently placed you down on the bed.

However, the motion makes you jump slightly, causing Oda to stop. He did so, lips moving away from yours as he looked down at you with concern. His hand moved to your cheek, trying to make you comfortable.

“ Hey… you’re ok,” he spoke softly,” Did you want to stop? I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“ N-no… I uhm,” you played with your fingers nervously,” I’m just not used to it. I don’t really know what to do, I guess. Or think about…”

“ I see,” he leaned over you, mouth to whisper in your ear,” How about you just focus on me…? Don’t think about anything else, just focus on what I’m doing to you.”

As he continued to speak, one of his hands caressed your side again.

“ Focus on how you feel, love… How does this feel, hm?”

“ G-good…,” you stuttered with a small gasp.

His hot breath trailed down to your neck, nuzzling his nose under your chin. You felt his knee come in between your legs as he left a small kiss on your neck.

“ You still ok?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

You nodded, letting go of your hands and placing them down on the bed,” I just feel a little hot, I-I guess.”

“ Good,” he smirked, licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

“ Is that good?” you shivered at his actions but tried to relax again.

“ You’re supposed to feel a little hot, sweetheart. Don’t think too much, ok?”

You only nodded in response, letting his continue to touch you: moving to your sides to your shirt to lift it up slightly. He was enjoying taking his time with you, seeing you squirm under his touch. It was cute… watching your eyes become more clouded with lust the more he touched you. One of his hands hooked under your shirt, pushing it up slightly. You lifted your waist, letting him push it up further and eventually helping you out of it: a small hiss came out of your mouth as you felt the cold in the room. However, that feeling was quickly gone as you felt his hands around your waist.

“ So pretty,” he leaned down, placing a kiss on and around your stomach,” So beautiful.”

“ O-Oda,” a soft moan left your mouth as you reacted to his kisses.

“ You’re so beautiful like this, love,” Oda praised, looking up at you with desperate eyes,” Will you let me touch you?”

You nodded again: that heated feeling filling you with desire. You had no idea what he was going to do to you, but you trusted him… and if anything, you almost felt as though you were begging for him to touch you.

Calloused fingers ran down to your pants, hooking over them and tugging them down cautiously. You let out a small yelp, arching your back in nervousness.

“ Shh… my love, you’re ok,” he reassured again, moving up to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose as he did so. His lips moved to kiss your cheek, your nose, and eventually another one of your lips.

“ I’m just gonna take off your pants and underwear, ‘k?” Oda reassured you, before kissing your jaw and moving back down.

Both of his hands tugged the waistband off your hips.

“ Up,” he gently commanded to you. You did so, lifting your hips up so he could easily slide them off of you.

You felt shy, moving your legs together so that you could somewhat hide yourself. Oda frowned, a hand moving to your knee.

“ Don’t be shy,” his voice was like honey in your ears,” Open your legs for me, love.”

You took a second, letting out a breath of air before opening your legs. Oda smiled.

“ So pretty.”

“ Oda… mm,” you whined, a cute pout moving to your face.

“ What is it, love?” he looked at you.

“ Touch me,” you said pleadingly,” P-please…”

“ Ok, love,” he softly laughed,” Sorry, just got caught up in you… You’re beautiful>”

He scooted down, warm hand cupping your side as his other met your hole: at first dipping a finger in. You whimpered once again but relaxed soon after.

“ Is this… ok?” Oda looked up at you, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“ Feels good, Oda,” you muttered, the blush on your face getting redder.

Oda watched as he took his time, dipping a finger into you. You let out a moan as he did so, feeling slightly embarrassed at the noise that came out of your mouth. However, before you knew it, your mind was clouded as he fully inserted his finger.

“ G-gah… Oda,” you moaned, writhing under his touch as he moved his fingers inside your hole: touching your gummy and tight walls. You felt that heat in your stomach get warmer as he did so, fingers dipping further into you. Before you knew it, another inserted itself inside you.

“ Ngh-hah!,” you jumped, moaning a little louder this time. The hand on your hip held you down though, making it harder for you to move.

“ Hm? Does my baby feel good?” he moved down to your ear, licking up the shell. His actions made you shiver once more.

“ Y-yeah,” another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He curled his finger into your hole, making you arch again. The heat only getting harder to hold in. You felt your release coming up.

“ Mm!,” you shifted,” Hah- I… I-“

You released onto his fingers without warning: your liquids spewing out onto yourself and his fingers. Your hands moved to cover your face, wanting to hide yourself once again.

“ S-sorry! Shit- I-I couldn’t hold it in,” you apologized desperately.

“ That was hot,” he commented, before moving down to kiss your stomach once more.

After releasing, the more he touched you, the more sensitive you felt. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking at his feather-like touch.

Oda’s other hand moved to your wrists, moving them out of your face.

“ Don’t be shy, my love,” he whispered again,” It’s just me.”

“ O-ok,” you placed your hands down at your sides.

Oda let you relax for a moment… Well, it was really just a moment, until you felt his tongue dip down to your stomach, getting closer to your core.

“ F-fuck-! Hah,” you arched your back at his sudden again. You looked down, noticing him stick his tongue out closer to your core.

“ ‘M a little hungry… I’ll have my dessert.”

[also if you want, please consider getting me a coffee or commissioning me ;) no pressure ofc!!! i understand that we're all in different circumstances/situations, any support of any kind is appreciated <3]

[the-magicians-blue]

18+ MINORS DNI

Some spicy Micah Content because the lack thereof makes me sad so I shall fix it myself! So yeah once again MINORS DNI

2:22 am

Warnings: phone sex (or is it called video call sex?), mutual masturbation, Micah just being needy, x fem reader

It was late. You had work in the morning, he had work in the morning but he couldn’t take it anymore. After finally seeing you face to face, getting to hold you, kiss you, being back home just didn’t feel the same. He wanted you in his arms again. As Micah finally went to bed his mind wandered to his second night there.

To be honest he wasn’t fully sure how it happened. One moment he was giving you soft little kiss the next thing he knew your legs were thrown over his shoulders and he was watching you fall apart on his cock. He feels like it’s completely your fault. You pulled his hair it was only right he pulled your clothes off. But now that he was thinking about it he couldn’t get the image out of his head. How pretty you looked covered in sweat, the way you called his name, the way you came undone in his arms, all of it drove him crazy. He thought he’d lose his mind seeing like that, even thinking about it now made his mind hazy.

And his body was definitely feeling it as well. A tent was already growing in his pants as he turned on his side and groaned in frustration. He was supposed to be going to bed. But now he’s pulling out his phone praying you’re awake.

Micah Yujin: Hey angel, you up?

You responded a lot faster than expected

My Angel <3: I-

My Angel <3: I was just about to text you the same thing why are you up???

Were you up thinking about him too? That was the only thing that made sense in his head. As cute as it was it only riled him up more. He sat up in his bed as he turned his led lights on. Sleep wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon. He now had other plans.

Micah Yujin: I miss you

Micah Yujin: so I can’t sleep

My Angel <3: …

My Angel <3: I miss you too

He knows you have no idea how much of any effect you had on him. He took a deep breath. Video sex was not something he ever did but he needed you, somehow, some way.

Micah Yujin: weeeelllll

Micah Yujin: How about we call then?

Micha Yujin: I have an idea to help us both sleep but only if you’re ok with it

There a pause of no response. Micah was starting to get anxious. Maybe you knew what he wanted and you weren’t comfortable with? Just as he was about to type an apology you replied.

My Angel <3: ok but mind if I don’t have a shirt on? I took it off cause its hot in my room

Fuck. This was torture at this point. He was so tempted to just press the call button and see for himself, but he wanted the upper hand tonight. He wasn’t about to embarrass him self.

Micah Yujin: I mean I’ve already seen everything~

Micah Yujin: Just don’t be upset if I stare a little too hard ;)

After a moment of psyching himself up he finally pressed the call button. He almost hung up immediately when saw you, your face a tinge of red and your chest on full display. You weren’t even looking at the screen, like you were trying to avoid his gaze. Damn you were cute. He’s hoping you didn’t here the whimper that came from him before he composed himself and smirked.

“Whats the matter angel? I’ve seen you with a lot less on than this. Don’t be shy~ we both know how shameless you can be. Do I need to bring up what happened that lovely night in your room? Hm?”

Your eyes snapped up to glare at him as you became even redder.

“Shut up! It’s different like this since I can’t tell where you’re looking exactly! Besides you were the one gawking like an idiot, don’t think I didn’t here that little squeak you made a second ago! Now what did you have planned?”

Now it was his turn to blush. Seeing that you managed to get back at him a little you gave him that smug little grin you did whenever you managed to get the upper hand. He’d be salty if it wasn’t so cute.

“Well if you must know I was looking at my beautiful angel. As far as my plan… well… uuuh… its a little embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to explain himself. Micah’s mind was racing. He knows it’s not completely inappropriate to ask, he’s made love to you before. However he didn’t wanna come off as desperate or do something that made you uncomfortable.

“Ok so you are more than free to say no, I understand if this request isn’t something you’re comfortable with but…. I literally can’t stop thinking about you and… that night.”

You started to giggle a little, relaxing a bit.

“And you wanted to get on me for thinking about it? You got some nerve Micah~”

Micah quickly became flustered as you called him on his bs. It was nothing new but the circumstances made it hard for him to keep it together. Before he could retort you spoke again.

“Its fine if you were, I may or may have not been in the same predicament…”

You quickly looked away as Micah starting putting two and two together. His eyes light up before donning the most shit eating grin he could muster.

“SO THATS WHY YOUR FACE WAS RED! My my my angel, exactly naughty things were you doing before I messaged you hmmmm????”

“Wouldn’t you love to know.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. He suddenly lowered his eyes and deepened his tone of voice.

“You’re right angel, I would love to know what you were doing before I called. Actually… how about you show me? Only if you’re up to it.”

He tone softened again at the end. While he desperately wanted to see you, he also wasn’t going to make you do anything you didn’t wanna do. You looked at him a little shocked. You could never handle his random moments of boldness. You back away from the camera, now showing the bottom half of your body. You weren’t wearing any underwear. Micah gulped at the sight as you shyly opened your legs to him.

“Ya know, it’s unfair if you’re the only one getting a show here…”

After snapping out of his trance Micah quickly sat up and yanked his pants off. You couldn’t help but chuckle and how eager he was. He back up his chair so you could see down to his thighs. His cock was throbbing, twitching every now and then, aching to be touched. Damn you wanted him so bad. And he wanted you. He wanted to be inside of you, to make you scream, to feel your skin against him. This was so unfair. He hand firmly gripped his cock and his sighed in relief as he started stroking himself.

“I wish you were with me angel, I want you to touch me like this, and I wanna touch you… fuck I wanna touch you so bad. But I can’t. So I want you touch yourself for me ok?”

You obeyed him quietly as your fingers reached down to massage your folds. They were already glistening from the work you had put in before Micah had interrupted you. You were mesmerized by the view on your screen. Micah’s eyes were becoming hazy as he watched you please yourself, wanting to catch every detail. His hands were speeding up ever so slightly as he got more into it, low groans passing by his lips. The sight alone made you moan. His groans grew louder in response. Slowly you began to pump your fingers in your leaking hole, signing in relief as your walls finally had something to clench around. It was nothing compared to Micah’s fingers or his cock, just like his hand was nothing compared you. You both knew this but this was the best either of you could do.

“M-micah….hah- I need you so badly~ “ you whined at him causing his hazy eyes that were threatening to close to focus on your movements again. You words only spurred him on more. He loved that you wanted him, no, you needed him.

“Y-yeah? You pretending those fingers are mine angel? I reach much deeper than your fingers can though right? Fuck- you’re do pretty like that angel~ I don’t think I can take it much longer.”

You could barely focus on what he was saying, you desperate attempts to get the tension. In you stomach to snap taking all of your attention. You managed to nod at his words before whining. “Hah~ I’m so close… wanna come so bad Micah!” Micah leaned forward, not far from coming his self.

“Fuck, let me see angel. Let me see you come for me. God your so sexy I- fuck, fuck!”

It didn’t take long for both of you to fall over the edge, your hips twitching as your orgasm finally hit by you. You finally managed to focus to see quite a lovely sight. Micah had his hand tossed back, panting, basking in the after glow of his orgasm. Cum coated his hand as his abdomen flexed randomly. After coming down from his high his face turned bright red and hid his face from you. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh now you get shy? What was all that dirty talk earlier huh?” Micah got even more flustered as he looked back at the screen wanting to retort, but he kept tripping over his words.

“H-hey! J-just like you said it feels different this way! I-i don’t know I’ve never done this before!” Micah was more red than he was before. As much as he teased you he rarely could take a dose of his own medicine.

“Anyways its late and we both have work in the morning. Thanks for…. Helping me out? Ugh I’m sorry I’m being so weird about it I just… can’t wait to see you again.”

You couldn’t help but agree with him. After finally getting to see him face to face. It just wasn’t the same without him. After chatting a little the two of you called it a night.

“Talk to ya tomorrow yeah? Do get too riled up while I’m gone~ I love you~” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Goodnight loser. I love you too.”

[arcaneroses]

Tighnari x Gn!Reader

The forests love letter

Sypnosis: You find a anymous letter addressed to you, and your heart-throb of a superior Tighnari who usually knows everything seems to be acting very suspicious about said letter...

You stare at the letter addressed to you, the damn bird had delivered it to you this morning. You don't usually get letters from anyone other than your fellow forest rangers, and even that was few and a far between. Odd.

Even more odd was the contents of the letter, it had been written with such care but you could see that the writer had a bit of a shaky and at times too strong of a grip when writing to you.

There was a pressed flower inside, a beatiful lotus that could be found in most nearby rivers but this one had a unusual coloring. It was pressed in the spot where someone would usually sign their letter.

Tighnari would love this, I have to show him. You thought when looking at the flower.

The letter. It was a request, to meet in the dead of night near the Statue of the Seven. The writer had written that they had something to tell you, though you couldn't really understand what exactly.

Why was this so mysterious? You had a hard time wrapping your head around it. You needed more opinions.

"Collei!" You call out to your friend, the young girl looks over at you and hurries over when you invite her over. "What's up Y/n?" Collei asked with a chipper tone, you were glad the younger trainee was seemingly better today.

Tighnari and all the forest rangers, you included, were always worried about the girls illness. "I got this letter, but it's..Arg, see for yourself."

“O-okay? Let's see.."

Collei scoots closer, craning her neck a little to try to get a glimpse of the handwriting.

"Wow this is really pretty, I wish I had the skill to make something like this." The green-haired girl gasps, "Um, the message is kind of vague though. I would think twice before-..Wait! I recognize this writing style." Collei's eyes widen in realization.

"You do?! Who is it?"

"Aa!" Collei yelps, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Uh! No one! I-I saw wrong, whats that? I'm being called to a super urgent task that need to be done NOW?" Collei starts backing away, smiling like crazy.

"Sorry Y/n, I have to go. But it seems like you just have to face this head on, you got this!" Collei waves goodbye before fleeing the scene. Leaving you utterly and completely dumbfounded.

"Okay, that was also, very weird." You said to yourself.

Maybe if Collei couldn't help, Tighnari could. Your boss was always very knowledgeable when it came to..pretty much everything. He would know...

"I don't have any idea what that is about." Tighnari concluded after only a short look at the letter. "What!? But Tighnari you have to know, you're my last hope!" You wailed, helplessly throwing your arms in the air. To show how much in distress you were.

"Y/n, I am honored you think so highly of me to come ask for..advice. But my area of expertise lies in botany and the rainforest, not some..letter." Tighnari’s sighed and his ears twitched.

"Did you ask anyone else?" Tighnari inquired and turned around to start sorting his shelves of stuff. Leaving you to look at his back and pretty tail.

"I did ask Collei, but she just told me that 'You have to face this head on! You got his!" You told him, basically kicking rocks in your mind.

"Well, do that then. Figure out what you want to do about it and do it. There really isn't much more to it." You could feel Tighnari’s eyes rolling at you, like they often times would.

"Hm, okay. Maybe you're right.." You hum, taking your friends advice and trying to think things through.

Tighnari takes the chance to get a quick sideways glance to where you stand and rub at your chin thoughtfully.

There’s a crease in between your eyebrows; maybe you're confused again. In Tighnari’s stomach, a weird tumbling, giddy feeling is lurching around.

"Uhm..I, hm..." You mumble deep in thought. Tighnari smiles a little helplessly at you. The forest watcher honestly thinks you look so fucking hot and somehow adorable right at that moment.

"Whoever it is, I suppose I have to meet them. It seems urgent..right?" You finally come to a conclusion,

"Oh! Ah, yes. It does seem..urgent. You should definitely meet them, if that is what you want Y/n." Tighnari nods affirmative, you note that he seemed to have been also deep in thought.

“What do you think they want to ask you?” Tighnari asks. And that gets your attention immediately.

Determined, he sits up and grabs you by the wrist. Your skin tingling at the contact Tighnari’s slender and warm fingers.(does the dude use handlotion??) “Do you think they want to be your..partner?”

"I, I don't know, probably not? Haha, who would want that from me?" Your words stumble out nervously, you hope that he couldn’t feel your quickening heart.

"Y/n anyone would be so lucky to have you." He looks into your eyes with such determination of something deep, something you couldn't understand. He brings himself closer until the two of you are now facing each other. You can feel his breath on your face.

Then, suddenly Tighnari pulls away. Letting go of your hand, "I-..Hopefully whatever you find will be satisfying for you. Y/n."

And so you wait, you watch as the sun sets on the horizon and the moon takes it's place.

You walk along the grassy path, steering clear of the lurking shadows of night and staying in the light that the moon provided. Until you reach you destination.

"Hi Tighnari." Your smile reaches your ears, "This wasn't a surprise, was it?" Tighnari scratches the back of his ear sheepishly.

"Not after today, no." You laugh softly, "After what you said, I started thinking. I do hope that the stranger that invited me here to be my partner." You step close to him, he has shed out of his day wear.

Now only wearing a light purple nightgown that seems too light for the cool breeze running through the forest at night.

He looks so beautiful, the moon crowning his head. The soft intricate patterned clothing, making him seem so much more vulnerable than you have ever seen him.

"And it's because I want that stranger to be my partner." You let out a satisfied sigh. Both of you suddenly feeling very warm despite the previous breeze.

"That stranger is if you'll have him."

[hubbvrd]

Don you still take request? If you, can you #5."But you hate [food]" — "Yes but you love them. So I get them." with Sam Hubbard, please

Cinnamon rolls | Sam Hubbard

summary — Sam and you are spending a day in the mall. Your boyfriend literally reads your every wish from your lips and so he then buys you cinnamon rolls, which he doesn't really like, but after a brief persuasion on your part he tries them and maybe he doesn't think they're so bad?

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 1096

notes — thanks for your request. I hope you like it!🧡

Hand in hand, you and Sam stroll through the mall. In your left hand and Sam's right is a bag or two, which suggests that your shopping trip has been pretty successful so far.

You've spent the last two hours exploring countless stores and the odd item has made your pockets fuller and your money a little less.

"I'm really hungry, Sammy," you look up at your boyfriend, almost pouting, who looks down at you with a broad grin on his lips.

Actually, Sam didn't really like shopping, as he was always in a bad mood or would find a cozy corner to sit in most of the time while you were lost in your shopping frenzy.

But today Sam seemed to be quite excited about the shopping trip, because Sam seems to have changed this time.

The Bengals player hadn't sat down once or looked bored. On the contrary. He was pretty much in his shopping element too, so you ended up being the one who had to wait for your boyfriend.

"Then we should eat something. I don't want my girlfriend to starve to death"

Sam gently pulls you over to the corner of the mall where there is a large selection of different meals.

"That's really very nice of you, Hubbard" you reply with a grin as you look around and try to decide from the huge selection of different foods.

"There's so much to choose from. How am I ever supposed to decide?" you tilt your head and look at your boyfriend, who rolls his eyes with a grin.

"What are you most hungry for?" Sam asks you as he follows your gaze, hoping to find out what you want to eat by looking at you.

"Hm, burgers and fries doesn't sound too bad, but I guess I'm not too hungry for that..." you begin to think aloud as your eyes wander over to a small stall selling your favorite pastries.

Cinnamon rolls. The sweet pastry that always makes you weak in the knees.

Ever since you tried this pastry for the first time at your grandma's about twenty-two years ago, you were hooked and could eat it in quantities almost every day.

In fact, you had already tried baking them yourself a few times, but either something went wrong or your cinnamon rolls didn't taste anywhere near as good as your grandma's, so you finally gave up and the cinnamon rolls from the bakery had to suffice until the next time you visited your grandma.

"Cinnamon rolls, then" Sam noted with amusement after finally finding out which stand you were literally staring at.

But actually, Sam should have known exactly, because he knew how crazy you were about these pastries. "Then I should go over and buy some cinnamon rolls."

"But you hate cinnamon rolls..."

"Yes but you love them. So I get them."

Sam kisses your cheek before setting his bags down next to you and then walking over to the stall to get you cinnamon rolls.

It was really sweet of him to wait in the long line to get your favorite pastry, which he didn't even like.

You kept trying to convince Sam that the cinnamon rolls were the best pastry.

Each time, however, Sam had grimaced in disgust and visibly struggled not to spit out the pastry.

Each time you had watched this moment with a laugh, even though we had felt rather sorry for your boyfriend that he was once again struggling with the pastry, which he seemed to detest above all else.

It was a few minutes before Sam came back with a packet of fresh cinnamon rolls, which seemed to be still warm - the way you loved them best.

"They're even still warm?" you ask with wide eyes as Sam opens the lid of the box and the smell of cinnamon and yeast dough begins to fill your nose.

"Yes, I asked if I could have some of the fresh and warm ones. I know how much you love them warm," he replies with a smile on his lips as he lifts a perfectly shaped cinnamon rolls out of the box and holds it in front of your lips.

Without hesitating for long, you take a big bite and begin to moan with pleasure as you chew the warm cinnamon roll and close your eyes for a few seconds to fully absorb the taste.

"That good?" Sam asks you with a grin as he watches with amusement as you stand there chewing.

"Incredibly good" you reply, mumbling, before taking another bite of the cinnamon roll.

Over the past few months, you've visited countless bakeries to buy cinnamon rolls, but none of them have come close to the ones your grandma baked, except for this one.

"They taste like my grandma's. Really!" you babble as you shove the rest of the cinnamon roll into your mouth and then lick the cinnamon off your fingers.

"I should probably try it then, shouldn't I?" With a grin on his lips, Sam opens the box again to take out a cinnamon roll for himself.

"But you don't like cinnamon rolls..."

"If this one tastes like your grandma's, then I have to try it, don't I? Because if you always rave about your grandma's cinnamon rolls so much, I have to give them a chance. Because the next time we're together at your grandma's and she makes cinnamon rolls, I don't want to disappoint her."

You watch Sam excitedly as he brings the cinnamon roll to his mouth and then takes a big bite, which he chews on for quite a long time without changing his expression, making you slightly impatient.

"Aaaaaand?" you ask impatiently.

"Wow. I mean awesome. The cinnamon roll is really good. Better than the other disgusting cinnamon roll stuff you've been feeding me for the last few months." A wide grin forms on Sam's lips before he shoves the rest of the pastry into his mouth.

"Ha, you finally believe me! And I can hardly wait for you to try my grandma's cinnamon rolls soon. They're twice as good as these. But I can finally love and accept you completely."

"Oh, so you didn't love and accept me completely before?" Sam asks, almost indignantly, as he carefully puts the packet away in a bag.

"I did, but even more so now" you quickly save your words and press your lips to Sam's before your boyfriend can even begin to say anything back.

And so nothing could stand in the way of your grandma's cinnamon rolls.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

hey! love your works so much 😍

can you write ab navi reader wearing short skirts and that made jake jealous cause everyone’s looking at you so he’s being a little mean to her hihi 🥵

idk if that’s even logical but it’s blue alien smut it’s not that serious right 🫢

AAAA I'm so glad you like my work baby!! 💕💕💕

🤭🤭🤭 when it comes to big blue Daddy, there's nothing I won't implement into the fic 💚💚💚

Jake's eyes are on you, watching your every move, studying your bare thighs. It's driving him insane, the way your tiny, tiny loincloth flows around you, the way he can see others staring at you.

His anger spikes, the rage clawing at the inside of his throat as it attempts to snarl everyone away from you.

He likes when you dress like that for him. But he must emphasize the him portion of that. Now that you're wearing it and everyone can see you, it doesn't thrill him as much.

And you—you don't even seem to notice. You just walk around, smiling at everyone, being kind and sweet as usual. You don't realize the looks they give you, the way they watch you, and it makes him fucking angry.

He watches as you help a little girl fill a basket with fruits, and, as you do, you bend over, and Jake can see everything. Your sweet ass, your pretty pussy, and it makes his cock jerk under his loincloth. And he's had enough.

He stalks towards you and grabs you by the arm, to which you turn to face him and then offer him a small smile. You don't even get to greet him before he's dragging you away without telling you anything.

“Jake!” you laugh softly, his grip on your arm tight. “What's going on?”

When he doesn't reply, you know something's up. He drags you all the way to your shared tent and just about pushes you inside. He storms in after you, and the scent of his anger suddenly invades your nostrils.

“Jake?” you question, heart beginning to race at the look in his eyes, dark and predatory.

“You're a slut,” he accuses, voice sharp and mean. “Walkin' 'round in that fucking thing, letting everyone look.” He scoffs. “Might as well let 'em all fuck you, too.”

Your eyes widen, ears folding back. You're somewhat offended by the accusation, but the scent of his rage, of his possessiveness is making your pussy grow wet. “Maybe I will,” you throw back, studying his reaction.

Jake's eyes narrow. He scoffs, laughing, and says, “So on top of the fact that you're a whore, you're being a brat about it?”

You shrug, watching him, and Jake groans.

“That's it, come here,” he demands as he takes a seat on the edge of the cot and pats his thigh.

Your eyes are on his as you obediently walk to him. He pulls you onto his lap, his large hands caressing over the skin of your ass and holding onto your hips.

“You're mine, hm?” he says, those amber eyes focused on yours. “Mine. You have any fucking idea how crazy it makes me when others look at you? Do you understand how bad I need to remind them all that you're mine?”

You smile softly. “I am yours.”

“Yeah, but with how you behave, you might as well belong to everyone,” he says.

“But I don't. I'm yours. Only yours, Jake,” you tell him.

“Well we've gotta show 'em that, huh?”

You grin softly. “You're going to fuck me in front of everyone?”

“If I have to,” Jake replies, kissing your neck, his mouth warm and wet. “If you want me to.”

You giggle softly. “Let everyone see me all naked while you fuck me?”

Jake chuckles against your skin. “On second thought, I will definitely not be fucking you in front of anyone else. That sight is reserved for me and me only, girl.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands playing with the hair at the back of his head, fingers tracing over his braid.

Jake smirks as he kisses his way down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Tsaheylu,” you beg quietly, reaching for your queue. “Jake, please.”

He reaches for his own braid, holding it out to you, his eyes watching the look of excitement on your face. As the tendrils connect, you shudder, gasping quietly. You can feel Jake's anger, his jealousy, and there's something about the way he venerates you, about how he just refuses to let anyone so much as glimpse at you, that makes butterflies burst in your stomach.

Jake kisses your mouth softly, gently, his hands crawling to your thighs and then moving up. He slides his hands under your loincloth and tugs the flimsy item off, leaving you bare. He caresses a thumb over your clit, relishing in the pleasure that reaches him through the bond, his cock throbbing as you moan softly.

“This what you wanted?” he asks. “Hm? For me to touch you and remind you who you belong to?”

“Didn't do it on purpose,” you murmur, trying to hold his intense gaze, but you're flustered, and it shows in the way you keep diverting your eyes from his.

Jake smiles softly. It's something about the way you don't realize, about the way you can be so naive and innocent, that just makes him all soft and careful on the inside. And that usually turns into a scorching passion that will burn for hours.

“I know, love,” he says, licking over your lips. “I still gotta remind you that you're mine, don't I?”

You nod. “Yes, please,” you reply, breathless.

He grins as he pushes his loincloth aside, his cock springing free, and you eagerly lift your hips a little, eyes trained on his thick, long erection.

Jake runs the thick head over your folds, your slick smearing on him, before he pushes into you. You gasp, moaning at the feeling of fullness.

Jake doesn't even give you time to adjust. One moment, he's groaning as he fills you, and the next, he's fucking into you, rutting his hips up as his hands pull you up and down.

You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, squeals of delight and cries of pleasure escaping your lips.

Jake watches your breasts bounce. They peek through your beaded top, your pretty nipples hard, and he lowers his head to suck at one of them.

You mewl at the sensation, pleasure shooting through your body, making you weak all over. Jake's cock bruises your cervix, his girth stretches your gummy walls almost past their limit, and he drags against that spongy spot inside you that makes you whimper.

“Jake,” you mewl, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck! 's so good!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jake replies, chuckling, his own ecstasy swirling in his body. “It's real fuckin' amazing, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding, as he ruts into you. You can feel the pleasure within you, a burning sensation that consumes your body, your mind. And you can feel Jake's pleasure through tsaheylu, which only adds to your ecstasy. It makes your body shake, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“My gorgeous girl,” Jake says, kissing your jaw. “My girl. Not anyone else's but mine.”

“Yours,” you agree. “All yours.”

Your pussy clenches tight, making Jake grunt. “Goddamn. That's my girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders and you throw your head back, the pleasure increasing dramatically, without warning, making you cry out.

“Jake!” you mewl. “Jake!” Your hips writhe against Jake's, your skin clammy and sticky, the feeling of Jake's pleasure making you dizzy.

“Shh,” Jake coos. “Easy, girl. Easy.”

You shake your head. “I-I can't! Feels too good!” you whine.

Jake licks up your throat, making you shiver. “I know, baby. I know. You're close, hm? It's okay, I know you can take it a while longer, yeah?”

You bite your lip. “Mkay,” you agree, trying to ignore the pleasure, trying to push it away. But it's so difficult. Jake is just so big, his cock touches all the right spots. He bruises your cervix, kisses your g-spot, and his hipbone drags against your clit. The combination is driving you insane. All that, added up with his scent, his fierce look, his possessive hands that roam all over your body—

Fuck.

Jake studies your face, the way you pinch your eyebrows in concentration, the way little sounds leave your lips involuntarily. Everything about you makes his cock twitch inside of you, his load threatening to spill deep into your cunt.

“You're such a good girl, baby,” he says, smirking, as he kisses your shoulder. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve my cum in you, hm? Think I should fill you up so everyone can smell me in you.” He grazes his sharp teeth over your collarbone. “And maybe I'll give you a baby too. Maybe I'll fill you with my child, make it real clear to everyone that you're mine.”

At this, you whimper, gasping, your pussy growing tight around his cock. “Yes! Please! Fill me up! Please, Jake! Want your baby!”

He chuckles. “Yeah, you do, huh?” He can feel your orgasm nearing, the pleasure within you threatening to burst. “Go ahead, girl. Come all over my cock and then I'll fill ya up, hm?”

You mewl, toes curling, entire body writhing with ecstasy. “Yes!” you gasp, your mind overcome by the idea of being full of Jake's cum. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” The pleasure coils tightly in your womb, making your body grow taut before your orgasm explodes within you, making you cry out. Your slick gushes out of you, dripping onto Jake's lap, and he shudders as he feels your release through tsaheylu.

“Goddamn,” Jake groans as he comes himself, his load spilling into you. His seed is thick and warm, sticky as it fills your raw pussy, making you mewl softly. “Fuck.”

You're breathing heavily, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and Jake chuckles as he kisses the tip of your nose. He places a hand on top of your womb and says, “Let's hope I give you a baby, hm? That way, everyone will know you're mine.”

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Chapter 5 can’t come soon enough I’m going feral thinking of the Hades boys being voiced

Since you did Levi, any chance I can get some make out hcs of the hades guys? Feel free to skip orias since we don’t have much info about his character yet ty ty! 💜

Oh goodness, anon this ask has been sitting for a minute...I am ofc happy to do it and I thank you for waiting on this ;.; Let's start with our three main Hades bois right away!

Foras

A make-out session with him would consist mostly of him staring at first, trying to figure out why MC would want to kiss him. But once they lean in and he gets a taste, he's curious and wants more. Not clumsy even if he's inexperienced, moaning quietly as his hands gently reach up to caress the back of their head. He doesn't go too crazy, but he doesn't want them pulling away too far just yet, his tongue slowly crawling over MC's.

Barbatos

Oh my, he's been waiting to kiss MC since the first day he saw them. Finally, now he has the chance he grabs them, smirks before asking if they're ready and going in for a deep and passionate kiss. This would escalate so fast, not to sex, but his hands are roaming, clothes are being taken off, and MC's hands are playing with the fluffy curls in his hair. He loves the feeling, his tongue like a snake going deeper and deeper and exploring all areas of MC's mouth. He lets them pull back for air but he's peppering kisses on their neck and collarbone, his arms around their waist, he's fully naked, but MC still has their underwear on. He's not hard...which is fascinating, this is clearly him just focusing on making MC lose their mind with the kissing.

Glasyalabolas

Kissing? Making out? That's never crossed this giant devil's mind. It seems very tame though in his eyes. Why don't you tell everyone we made out and see how they react? MC thinks about it, but then convinces him, how about we make out in the middle of the city in front of everyone? Why don't you show how a true king sweeps someone off their feet? Oh...MC drives a hard bargain...he doesn't wanna be the direct cause but just maybe... The thought of it gets him hot, and he picks up MC into his arms and kisses them anyway. Despite being so tall and gloomy and mostly uninstered, this kiss has passion and fire MC has never experienced. He wants MC to melt in his arms, to be overpowered. "Submit to me..." is his mantra as his mouth takes over MC, sucking on their tongue and nipping at their lips...

Now for Orias...hm because of my personal feelings about him I'll do this little thing instead-

Orias

MC is talking to Leviathan leisurely, and Orias shows up and randomly gives MC a big smooch on the cheek and smirks at Levi innocently before walking away as if he got away with murder. Leviathan is unphased and rolls his eyes, but he does say he must tend to other duties before leaving MC alone.

Orias is visibly irriated. "Ugh, he didn't even notice. You said that would work!"

MC shrugs, and affirms they said 'maybe' and it wasn't for certain. As an A for effort, MC pats Orias on the head and gives a cheek kiss back. Orias is wide-eyed and rubbing his cheek, but as MC walks away he's determined to get more of those. "Maybe Levi will care if it's MC kissing me instead...hehehe"

[win-writes]

𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴

༶ pairing; jouno x reader

༶ contains; suggestive themes, fluff, lots of kisses, cuddles, cute little pillow talk with jouno♡

༶ word count; 958

This moment felt just right. You're laying your head over your lover's shoulder, sitting up in your shared bed. Your naked bodies are tangled together, enjoying each others warmth. You hold his hand, tenderly playing with his fingers, while his other hand is softly playing with your hair.

You're lost in your thoughts, something that of course doesn't go unnoticed by Jouno "What is it my love?", he asks breaking the comfortable silence, "Is something bothering you?"

You rise your head up to look at him. A sad smile takes over your lips as your hand softly caresses his face "It's kind of stupid, but can I ask you something?"

Jouno moves your hand to his lips, kissing your palm "Baby you can ask me anything, you know that" you stare at him with eyes full of love, taking in every little detail of his pretty face

"Do you remember what colors look like?"

Jouno couldn't help the little laugh that escaped his lips at the sound of your question, "Out of all things, you're worried I don't know what colors look like?" you pout at his response, crossing your hands "I knew it was a stupid question, but you don't have to laugh!"

You bring your locked hands closer to you and start drawing random little patterns with your free hand on the back of Jouno's palm, "I'll start with blue then" you announce as you lean your head on his shoulder once again "Blue is the color of the sky and the sea.. It's also the color of sadness" you feel Jouno's thumb slightly tickling your hand, by drawing circles on it, letting you know he's listening.

Jouno turns your face to meet his and without a warning, he presses his lips against yours into a gentle kiss "But you're so cute when you're embarassed" he whispers into your lips "Why don't we play a game, hm?" he backs up a few inches "You'll describe colors to me and maybe it'll help refresh my memory"

You take his hand into your own, slowly interlocking your fingers together "Promise you won't make fun of me again?" he leans his face closer to yours, leaving another sweet kiss on your cheek "I promise my love, I won't"

"Then we have red" you continue without letting go off his hand "Red is the color of our blood. It symbolizes love but rage as well.." You turn your face to look at him "It's also the color of your tips" you smile as you gently hold some of the red tips of his hair, twirling them around your fingers. He gives you a warm smile "What about yellow?"

You take a moment to yourself, carefully considering your answer. You take another look at his sweet face, settling your hands on each side of his frame. Jouno leaned into the familiar warmth of your palms that he loved so much. You kissed his forehead before replying "You are green" in a low tone, like a secret that only he was meant to hear.

"Yellow.. is the color of the sun" you proceed "And the symbol of happiness and energy" you smile to yourself with all of the cheerful memories you hold dear with the man beside you flooding your mind

"What are you thinking of? Your heartbeat's going crazy" you look up to him with a huge smile "You of course" He holds you close into his arms, placing kisses all over your head "Well, aren't you bold?" You stay like that for a moment, quietly appreciating each other's affection and loving touch. Until Jouno moves his head back, moving your chin up to face him

"What color am I to you then y/n?"

"Care to elaborate, my dear?" asked the man before you, curious about your thoughts behind your final answer. "You are calm and responsible, just like the color blue" you note while caressing his right cheek, "but you're also the one who brings me hope and happiness, exactly like the color yellow" you continue, now shifting your affections to his left cheek "combine them together and.." you now lightly squeeze both of his cheeks "you get green!"

Jouno giggled at your adorable explanation and mannerisms "Is that so? Then, I'll gladly be your green" he gave you a genuine smile, pressing his forehead against yours "What about me Jouno? What color am I to you?" you eagerly ask.

Your eyes are filling with tears, bluring your vision "Damn you..' you curse him under your breath, while Jouno wastes no time to whipe the tears off you face "When did you get so poetic?". He closed the gap between your faces, his lips now ghosting over yours "About.. 2 minutes ago?" you giggle before you crush your lips against his.

Though, your partner was ready to give you the answer you're seeking "To me you're white" he replies, quicker than you expected with an equally unexpected answer "And why is that?"

Jouno moves his arms around your waist, bringing your body on top of his to have you sit on his lap. You move your hands around his neck, making yourself comfortable, patiently awaiting for him to reveal his train of thought. "You are white, because you brought the light in my life I thought I lost forever. The purest and warmest ray of light I could ever wish for"

You savior the taste of his sweet lips, as he carefully rolls you over, laying you on your back. He breaks the kiss, only to target your neck instead. "How about we play another game?" he hovers over your face once again, just to get dangerously close to your sensitive ears "But a bit more acoustic this time"

[obsessedfics]

Fated Encounter: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit)

Rating: Mature/Explicit (Sexual Scenes)

Summary: You meet a mysterious man in a club, and things quickly become heated. However, you get interrupted before things can go too far. The next day you're in for a surprise when you meet the man again, but he's who you're supposed to build a report on.

Now, if you've read my previous work I like giving a backstory before you get heat. Because my little soft brain loves a good lil romance. NO SPOILERS.

Word count: 17k+

“Y/n where are you? Why can I hardly hear you? What’s with that loud music?” your partner, Kaito, asked quizzically into the phone but you only smiled. 

Strobe lights and base-filled music sounded all around you. Hot sticky bodies pressed together, dancing to the beat like no one else in the room existed. 

“Oh, well I may be in a club~” you answered cheerily, plopping down on your seat at the bar, leather mini skirt climbing up your thighs. 

“Club? Are you crazy? What if something happens to you?” you could hear him sigh, the image of the blonde popping into your head. 

A giggle escaped your throat as you brought the speaker close to your gloss-covered lips.

“Kaito, are you implying that I am too weak to protect myself, hm?” though your tone was light, a deadly edge kissed your words. 

“I– No. Fine, just don’t do anything stupid. Our mission starts–” 

You hung up the phone, happily stuffing it into your purse as you caught the bartender's eye. With a sultry smile, you lowered your lashes while curling your finger, signaling him to come over.

“What can I get you to miss?” the burly man asked, a pleasant smile on his lips while his eyes took in your figure ever so slightly. 

Trying to remain professional I see.

Placing your elbows on the black light table, you laced your fingers together and gently rest your chin on them. With the slight cock of your head you smiled.

“A water please,” 

The man’s eyes widened. Clearly, he was expecting you to drink alcohol. 

“Anything else?” 

“Nope, just the water. A woman like me has to stay hydrated.” sending him a wink the male laughed bashfully, quickly grabbing a glass while eyeing you.  

“Ice?” 

You bit your lip and pretended to think. Enjoying the way a blush crept up on the man’s cheeks. 

“Hm, maybe just a little.” you batted your wispy eyelashes externally, while internally you were laughing. 

My, you all are such easy creatures.

The man quickly filled your glass with water and handed it to you. He lingered for a moment, then attended to his next customer. 

“I think you enjoyed that too much,” a low voice called from your left. 

Smiling, you slowly turned your head to find a man with silver hair and a blindfold. He wore a white button-down shirt that tightly clung to his muscles. The first three buttons were undone exposing some of his pale sculpted chest. His hands, which that of his face rested in, were covered in black half gloves. 

Interesting style choice.

“And you are?” you drew your words out to sound curious while making your tone purposefully disinterested. You watched as the man's eyebrows rose. Whether it was from surprise or amusement, you didn’t know, due to his eyes being obscured. 

“Not important. How bout’ I buy you a drink?” he pulled his full lips into a smirk. 

Ah, a womanizer. This will be fun. 

“I’ll pass. You see, I don’t drink.” you now fully turned your body to him, resting your head on your fingers as you crossed your legs. You watched as he slowly took in your figure, starting from your high heels, thighs, hips, and chest, then finally resting on your face. You returned his smirk. 

“You like what you see, Mr. Stranger.” you used your manicured toes to tap your heel against the bottom of your foot, to feign being bored. You know it didn’t go unnoticed, because he seemed to smile more. 

“Perhaps, but if you don’t drink then why are you here?” you noted the sweet cream-filled buns on the counter, but no alcohol. 

Thank you for falling for my bait.

“I like to dance. Care to indulge with me?” You held out your hand with nails painted red to the man as you awaited his response.

“Gladly,” 

The man placed his hand in yours. The fabric of his gloved fingers tickled your skin as they wrapped around your palm. You clicked your tongue, looking at his gloves. 

“You plan on denying me skinship all night?” you pouted lightly, making a show of puffing your bottom lip while softening your eyes. 

He laughed, standing up as he gently guided you out of your seat. You noticed now, even with your heels on, how much taller he was. The man let go of your hand, ensuring to back up a couple of steps so you could have a front-row seat of him peeling off his gloves with his teeth. 

You let a satisfied smile pull on your lips, watching as he exposed his long and elegant fingers to you. He neatly folded the gloves and placed them in his pocket, now extending his hand toward you. 

Placing your hand in his you had to hide the jolt that went through you. Though his fingers were calloused, the rough texture against your skin felt oddly nice as his warmth seeped into your flesh. 

“You gonna keep that blindfold on too?” you asked sweetly, giving his fingers a little squeeze as he led your bodies deeper into the crowd. 

Suddenly, he pulled your body into his by your hips. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen press against your full chest. Despite yourself, you blushed knowing that if he looked down, he could get a good view from your low-cut shirt. His hand found your face, forcing you to look up at him with the tilt of your chin.

“Most women like the mystery,” he mused, thumb tracing your lower lip as his other hand lightly gripped your hip, moving your body to the music.

You hummed lightly, taking your hands and running it over the expanse of his chest, enjoying the feel of his lithe body. 

“I am not like most women,” you tease, taking his thumb between your teeth and lightly pressing it down on the pad. 

He laughed, then bent down so he was at eye level with you. Ever-so-slightly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and lifted the left corner of the blindfold, exposing a brilliant blue eye. You wanted to stop moving to stare. But instead, you smirked, shrugging your shoulders lightly. 

Damn, he’s handsome.

Smiling he let the fabric fall back over his eye, hands refinding your hips, continuing to move your bodies to the music. 

“No you are not like most women, Ms. Stranger.”  he dug his fingers a little harder into the leather of your skirt, and you returned the favor by dragging your nails down the ripples of his clothed muscles. 

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of the music, the press of his warm body against yours, the feeling of his strong hands against your hips. 

Let’s see if I can make you fold. 

Opening your eyes you could feel his gaze on you so you smirked. Swaying your hips back and forth, you drew them in small circles as you started your slow, snaking descent to the ground. You ensured to keep what you would assume would be eye contact as you hovered your face dangerously close to his clothed legs. 

He watched you, hands trailing up your arms and then to your face. 

“Such a pretty thing,” he mused, fingers tangling in your hair as you snaked your way back up his body. 

“Thank you, a compliment from a man like you means a lot.” you smile sweetly, turning your body so your ass was pressed against his leg. You take your hands and lace them around his neck as you slowly grind your body against his. 

Hot breath kisses your ear as his hands grip your waist, moving his hips in time with yours, pulling you deeper into the press of his body. You hear him groan when you arch your back, ass going higher, brushing his semi-hard length. 

Having fun are you? 

You smiled to yourself as you brought your hands higher, fingers playing with the soft strands of his hair. Music thrummed all around you, but all you could feel was him. The smell of jasmine mixed with sweat filled your nose. His breath enticed your skin, and his fingers that gripped your waist gave you goosebumps. You leaned your head back against him, losing yourself in the moment. 

He expertly teased you, fingers crawling down your thighs, lightly ghosting over your soft flesh. You shivered against him as he continued to light small trails of fire over your skin, his hands exploring any exposed part of you. 

You two moved in unison for a while, bodies tangled, sweat coating your flesh as your breaths became heavy, mixing with one another. Somehow, one way or another, you found yourself pressed against a wall in the corner of the club. 

The walls shook from the music, the vibrations tickling the skin of your back. His hands were on your hips as his face stood inches from your own, his lips a tongue distance away. 

“You’re quite the tease,” he playfully said, the tips of his thumbs dipping into the waistband of your skirt as he pressed a knee between your legs, spreading them for him. 

You let out a shuddering breath, but you didn’t let your smirk falter. 

“What? You gonna take me right here? You seem like a smart man, I think we both know that’s not a good idea.” you purred, ensuring to make your voice seductive as you squinted your eyes up at him. 

Whether it was from curiosity, or being drunk off of him, you pulled his blindfold off. Taking the soft fabric to the nape of his neck to lock his head into place, pulling him impossibly closer. 

Blue eyes stared at you heatedly. His eyes were like the clearest sapphires; rare and impossible to obtain.

The sight alone made your toes curl. 

“I don’t think you want to find out what I can do to you.” he trailed a slow finger up your stomach. It made your knees weak and your core ache. You never took men home. Really, you just enjoyed watching them crumble. You hadn’t had sex in months, but this man’s touch made your nerves sing in pleasure. You wondered what else he could do. If he could satisfy you. 

“On the contrary, I don’t think you want to know what I can do to you. I don’t want to hurt that precious ego of yours.” you rubbed your nose affectionately against his, earning yourself a breathless laugh that tickled your lips. 

“Try me–”

Ring Ring Ring 

Shit. 

Ring Ring Ring 

“I think you should get that, miss.” without breaking eye contact, he plucked your phone from your purse, handing it to you with a knowing smile.

You sighed, swiping the green answer button and pressing the device to your ear. 

“What?” you snapped into the phone but your anger subsided when the man pressed his lips to your neck. Your stomach fluttered at the sudden feeling as your hands clenched around his blindfold, a desperate attempt to hide your gasp. 

“You haven’t checked into your hotel. It’s late, go now or I’m reporting you to HQ.” Kaito snapped at you, anger clear and evident in his tone. 

The man smiled into your skin, licking a trail to your ear. 

You cocky little shit. 

“Fine, I am leaving now. Don’t get your tidy whities into a twist, Kai.” without waiting for his response, you hung up the phone. 

Taking the blindfold, you placed it neatly back over his head, ruffling the top lightly. He pulled his head back from your neck, a light pout on his lips. 

“Duty calls. It truly was a pleasure.” you draw out the last words as you trace your finger down the sweaty flesh of his chest. 

He smiled and took your hand, pressing his lips lightly to your knuckles. 

“Will I see you again?” he asks and you turn your hand, gripping his angular face in your small hand. 

“Who knows? Maybe next time you can show me what you can do.” 

With a wink, you left the tall man standing dumbfounded while you internally cursed, feeling your heat drip down your inner thighs. 

Fucking Kaito, you owe me gourmet sushi for this one. 

—

“Y/n, oh thank god I was getting worried!” You rolled your eyes, plucking off your heels in the middle of the hotel lobby and throwing them at Kaito. 

He wore his pajamas to greet you, which only annoyed you further.

“Piece of trash, I was having a good time. You owe me sushi for possibly missing some really good dick.” Kaito looked mortified at your words. His face was that of a child walking in on their parents having sex. 

“Oh don’t look like that. You’ve brought women back and fucked them in hotel rooms right next to mine. At least I’m classy and go somewhere else while you’re a bottom feeder.” you held your hand out to him while aggressively snapping your fingers to your palm. 

“What?” he shouted at you, red-faced from embarrassment. 

“Room key fuck face.” the realization hit him. He slapped the card into your hand and stormed off to the elevator. 

You picked up your heels and nimbly followed him, cold marble tiles kissing your throbbing feet while you read the room number on the plastic card. 

“You’re so insufferable,” he huffed, jamming the metal up arrow. The golden doors opened as you both stepped in, pressing your floor numbers, grateful to find that you were on different floors. 

“Actually, I am quite likable. Everyone likes me, aside from you, of course~” you wiggle your fingers in his face, and he swats your hand away.

“Correction. People just want to fuck you. That is not the same.” he sighed, taking a hand through his hair. 

“Not true, in the workforce I am well-liked.” you counter, knowing full well you are the first person they call when they need shit done. 

The elevator stopped on his floor and he looked at you over his shoulder obviously annoyed. 

“5 a.m–”

“Sharp. Yeah, yeah. Go get your beauty sleep.” you shooed him away and watched as his shoulders dropped. He was done with conversations for the night. 

Once the doors closed, you leaned your back against the cool mirror as you let your body slump. You took the ends of your hair in your hand, idly twisting it as you let the night settle over you. Peering down at your phone you saw it was 0330, inwardly cursing yourself for getting too caught up in the moment. 

Ding 

The elevator doors opened and you padded over to your room. 1002 was the number you mindlessly looked for. 

I should’ve kissed him. 

You thought while sighing, prying the door to your room open. You found that your suitcase was already in the room. It was always like this. The higher-ups controlled every aspect of your life, you wouldn’t even be surprised if the room had hidden cameras. 

Throwing your purse on the desk you peeled yourself out of your sticky clothes then squatted down to your suitcase, rummaging through it until you obtained your personal hygiene items.

You lazily made your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to a near-boiling heat as you set up your skincare and haircare items. You’ll be staying in Tokyo for three months, so you want to try to keep things as neat as possible in this hotel room. 

Stepping into the shower, you hummed blissfully at the kiss of the hot rain on your skin. You tilted your head back, enjoying the feeling of the water running down your flesh, ebbing the tension out of your muscles.

I wonder if I’ll run into him again. 

—

“Eh? What do you mean foreign military officials are coming here?” Satoru asked, not quite believing in Yaga’s words. 

“As I said, they’re coming here to monitor Yuuji’s condition. As the strongest, you're expected to keep your eye on them. Especially since he’s your student.” Yaga’s stern voice had no room for argument, causing Satoru to roll his eyes and press his back against the wall. 

To be honest, he wasn’t fully mentally present today. He kept thinking about the woman he met last night. From the plush of her thighs down to the gasps she tried to stop from escaping her full lips. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. 

“Satoru, did you hear me?” Yaga sighed, knocking him out of his thoughts. 

“Huh? Something about them being here soon?” he only guessed at what he said, and his guess was correct. 

“Yes, so go and greet them. I’ll get Yuuji.” without waiting for a response his old teacher left. 

Satoru sighed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and made his way to the main gate. It was a warm Spring day and he enjoyed the quiet peace that surrounded him. He turned his blindfolded eyes to the sky, drinking in the endless soft blue that stretched for miles. 

He sensed her before he saw her. 

Opening his eyes wide, he shot his eyes in the direction of the cursed energy, praying that he was correct. He followed the flow of the energy to the young woman, dressed in an all-black suit, hair neatly pulled back into a tight bun, as none of her jewelry decorated her ears. If he didn’t have his Six-Eyes telling him that this woman was the same as the one he met last night, he wouldn’t have been able to tell it was the same person. 

Once her eyes saw him, she hesitated for half a second, then continued her conversation with the blonde male standing next to her. He relaxed his posture and tried to find his nonchalant mask. He couldn’t react the way he did last night, even if his body was immediately responding to her presence.

He cleared his throat when the two approached. She eyed him out of the corner of her eye whereas the blonde man standing next to her looked at him like he was a god. Slowly, she turned her head to him, eyes immediately finding his despite the blindfold he was wearing. 

“Are you the foreign military officials?” Satoru asked, already knowing the answer. The woman’s face was cold and indifferent, again, another stark contrast to last night. 

“Yes, I’m L/N F/N and this is Ishiikawaia Kaito. We’re here concerning your student Itadori Yuuji.” She spoke calmly and professionally. Her shoulders were drawn back and her back was straight. But all he could recall was her figure, slightly leaning over her knees, eyes daring him to challenge her. 

Finally, a name to that face. 

“I’m Gojo Satoru, but don’t mind me too much. I’m just a teacher here.” She narrowed her eyes at his words, clearly recognizing the name. However, she just motioned for him to lead the way. 

“Sir, how can you say you’re just a teacher? You’re the strongest sorcerer of this generation.” The man, Ishiikawaia, called excitedly. 

A fan it seems. 

“Kaito, we’re here on business. Save your fangirling for later.” Y/n chided forcing Satoru to hide his smile. 

“I don’t mind, I’ll answer any questions you have.” He smiled innocently as he led them further into Jujutsu High's grounds, painfully aware of her stare. 

Soon, Yaga and Yuuji came into view. 

Why does she have to be in the military? 

—

I’m fucked. This is fucked. Why is he here, and why is he him? 

You couldn’t quell your thoughts. The man that you had teased and danced with last night was in front of you, and he was none other than Gojo Satoru; the man you are specifically tasked to study. Your fingers itched as you recalled the feeling of his hair. Your hips ached, wanting his strong hands to hold them, and your core throbbed, remembering the warm press of his wet tongue along your neck. 

Why why why. Maybe he doesn’t remember me. It’s possible, he hasn’t shown any knowing behavior. But it’s hard to tell with that blindfold. 

The others were talking around you, saying their introductions while you were completely lost in your own thoughts. 

“Ms. L/N?” His low voice called to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Yes?” You asked coolly, thanking yourself for the years of practicing to make your features indifferent. You watched as he gave you a slow knowing smile. 

Oh, he knows. He definitely knows. 

“You’ll come with me and Itadori. He’s my precious student after all.” He smiled at you, and though he came off as aloof, you now knew it was an act. 

“Of course. It’s better if someone is there anyways. The more witnesses the better.” You say, deciding you were going to find a new way to tease him. If he was going to subtly poke and prod you, you were going to return the favor. 

“W-Witness?” The pink-haired boy, Itadori Yuuji, said. It was clear he was nervous. So you smiled at him, the first smile you showed this group of people. 

“Don’t worry. I only have a few questions for you. I understand quite a lot has happened since you became Ryomen Sakuna's vessel. I only wish to have a clearer picture.” You ensured your tone was warm and welcoming. Having the boy scared of you would accomplish nothing. 

“Right this way,” Gojo said, leading the three of you away from Kaito and the school's principal, whose name you failed to hear. 

“How long have you been in Tokyo?” Gojo asked you, head straightforward as he acted as a staggered buffer between you and his student. 

I’m not going to kill the kid. 

“Tokyo? I arrived yesterday. As for Japan, I’ve been stationed here for three years. Though I’m mainly based in Okinawa, I travel throughout the continent.” You answered honestly, trying to clip most of his questions in the bud. 

He hummed in response, tapping his finger on his chin. 

“So you’re not from Japan?” Itadori asked before Gojo could. So you sighed and nodded. 

“I am from the States.” You answered and both the boys nodded, as if the picture they were painting of you became clearer. 

The three of you entered a wooden room with a desk in its center. Two chairs sat on one side and a single chair decorated the other. You tried to make for the single seat, but Itadori beat you to it. The boy nervously sat down as you and Gojo sat across from him. 

“To start,” you smoothed your hands over the table, bringing them in and lacing your fingers together. You tried to push your leg into Gojo’s, but you felt an invisible barrier. 

“I’m not here to hurt you. We have no interest in taking your life, for we believe it has value.” You spoke your practiced corporate words, and they still tasted foul in your mouth. 

Gojo’s knee brushed yours under the table and you had to hide your shock. Just a moment ago, you tried to do the same thing, but it didn’t connect. 

The Infinity then. The report on him did say it was active at all times. So is he purposely dropping it? Or can he touch me but I can’t touch him?

“What do you want to know? I’ll answer any question.” Itadori said, his eyes bright and full of resolve. You felt bad for a moment, having to make him relive his past for you already knew everything based on the reports. 

Gojos hand found your knee, squeezing it lightly as if encouraging you. 

“Everything,” 

—

By the end, Itadori was in tears. You reached across the table and took his hand in yours, giving it a pat for comfort. 

“Thank you for being so honest. Do you need anything?” You asked softly, unable to be cold toward the crying young man. Gojo was now rubbing your thigh softly. There was no heat in his touch, just soothing comfort. 

“No. Thank you for listening.” He wiped his eyes aggressively, and you drew your hand back, resting it on Gojo’s, entwining your fingers with his. 

“Itadori, do you mind if I have a moment with your teacher?” His eyes went wide and Gojo’s hand halted its movement. 

Why are both of you so surprised? 

“Of course. If he tries anything weird just scream.” 

You almost laughed, but you didn’t. You only nodded, your cue for him to exit the room. 

Once you couldn’t hear the boy's footsteps, you turned your head toward the white-haired male. You allowed a small smile to tug on your lips, and he returned it with a smirk. 

“We meet again, Gojo Satoru.” You say slowly, tasting his name out on your tongue, ensuring to draw out every letter of his name. He smiled further, his hand trailing to your inner thigh, long fingers wrapping around the clothed flesh. 

“I must admit, I would have never guessed you’re a high-ranking military official.” He mused, taking his free hand and placing it under your chin, tilting your face upwards. 

Crossing your legs to trap his hand between your thighs, you sighed. The warmth of his hand seeped through your pants down to your skin, and you enjoyed every minute of it. 

“It’s a small detail. But I could say the same for you. Special-Grade sorcerer born with both the Six-Eyes and Limitless technique. I guess we both kept our identities a secret for a multitude of reasons.” You tapped your finger on the desk, showing the same amount of impatience as you did last night. He chuckled at the sight and grabbed your leg harder.

“Why can I touch you?” You hummed, taking that same finger and trailing it along his sharp jawline. He leaned into your touch as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Simple, it’s because I want you to.” His low breathy voice caused your heart to skip a beat, which you cursed yourself for. 

“Tell me, Y/n. Do you mix work and pleasure?” He asked as he wrapped his hand around your neck. You bit your lip, hiding the small moan from the warm sensation and the sound of your name leaving his lips.

Lowering your eyelashes, you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, ensuring he was watching your every movement. 

“Never,” you whispered to him and he smiled, hand tightening around your throat. 

“We’ll see about that—“ 

He pulled away from you, separating your bodies as Kaito and the principal entered the room. Kaito immediately gave you a questioning stare, which you returned with an annoyed one. 

“How did your meeting go?” The principal asked you, and you immediately stood and shook his hand. 

“Well. Thank you for affording us the opportunity to speak to him.” You said to him gratefully. He nodded his head, being the first to let go of your hand. 

“Your partner was explaining to me that you will be helping us with upcoming missions. We will be pleased if you could afford us your skills.” Though his tone was pleasant, it was unyielding. No room for negotiation. 

You tightened your smile. 

“Of course,” 

—

“Come on give me your number~” Satoru called to y/n, who was expertly trying to ignore him. She weaved her way through Jujutsu High’s campus, leaving her partner to stay behind to talk to Yaga. They were walking through the halls that housed the classrooms.

“If you need to communicate with me, you can do so through your principal.” She sighed and he watched as she rolled her shoulders back, as if she was trying to mentally shake him off. 

Turning off Infinity, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the classroom, relishing the look of surprise on her face. Placing his hands under her arms he put her on the desk while stepping between her legs, effectively locking her in place. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed at him, though her eyes danced with amusement. 

“You’re not leaving this room till you give me your number.” for emphasis, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled out his phone. 

She rolled her eyes but she smiled, shaking her head. 

“You’re quite demanding, you know.” she tutted, placing her fingers on his abdomen, slowly walking them up his stomach. 

“One of my many charms,” he chirped, suppressing a groan. 

“What if I say no, hm?” she mused, looking up at him through dark wispy eyelashes while blinking innocently. His body responded to her touch, tingling where her fingers lightly trailed his clothed skin. 

“I’ll make you wish you said yes,” he whispered in a hushed tone, bringing his face closer to hers. Her smell filled his senses, wild gardenia, and white tea. Soft and sweet, entirely intoxicating. Y/n only smirked, slightly tilting her head to the side while her fingers enclosed the high neckline of his jacket, pulling him closer. 

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” she purred, lightly brushing her fingers over his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He chuckled then trailed his fingers up her spine, stopping to cup the nape of her neck. 

“Neither. It’s a fact.” 

Right when he went to kiss her, the door rolled open to reveal a mortified Megumi. 

As quick as they could, they untangled themselves. Y/n hopped off the desk, smoothing her pants while Satoru opened his arms wide for his student. 

“Megummiiii~!” he cheerily called, running up to his student. Megumi placed up a hand, shaking his head as a blush crept up on his cheeks. 

“Not only are you an idiot but you’re a pervert. In a classroom, really? What kind of fantasies do you have playing in that brainless head?” he huffed and Satoru smiled. 

“Well, there is this one that I wanted to try it’s–”

“I am going to find the nearest bridge and jump off it.” quickly turning on his heels, he walked away from the scene he just witnessed. 

Satoru sighed and ran his hand through his hair. 

Shit that was close, if he came in any later I wouldn’t have cared. 

“Another precious student?” Y/n asked with a smile, sliding a piece of paper into his hand. 

“Yeah, even if he sucks the fun out of everything. What’s this?” he opened the sheet, looking at the numbers written there. 

She stepped in front of his vision, went up on her tippy toes, placed a kiss on his cheek, and walked away. He was too stunned to reach out to her. All he could feel was the soft warm press of her lips. 

—

“Why were you alone with the head of the Gojo clan? What were you doing?” Kaito asked you as he drove the two of you back to your hotel. You simply turned up the music and looked out the passenger window. 

“Hello? Are you just going to ignore me now? Did you fuck him?” 

Does he think I am some kind of easy whore? Why does he think I fuck anyone I meet?

“No, I didn’t fuck him. I asked him questions. If you recall, I am to gain information on his strengths and weaknesses.” you said begrudgingly, mad that he was the person you needed to get close to. Not because you didn’t want to get to know him, but because it made you feel gross; like you were using him. 

“Right, in bed maybe.” Kaito teased, adding fuel to your fire. 

“Listen here you fake blonde piece of shit. If you have a problem say it, then we can take it outside.” you were fed up with his quips. If you needed to beat him bloody for him to stop, you would. 

“You that touch starved, y/n? I didn’t know you were that lonely~” 

Without warning, you grabbed his earlobe and twisted harshly. Kaito cursed and grabbed the wheel tightly, ensuring to keep the car steady. 

“Ow ow ow! Stop it, I am driving are you crazy?!” he cried helplessly while trying to shake your iron grip. 

“Oh, you thought because you’re behind the wheel you’d be safe? Nah. Apologize or it’s your pepperoni nipples next.” you twisted his ear harder and he whimpered, nodding his head. 

“You’re right! I’m sorry, I won’t say it again!” 

You let go of his angry flesh with the rough flick of your wrist, slumping in your seat. 

“I want sushi,” you mumbled grumpily. 

“Okay? Go get sushi.” he sighed, rubbing his ear. You clicked your tongue. 

“You’re paying.” 

“Fine.”

“Fine.” 

—

“Hey! Stop ordering so much food!” Kaito cried as you continued adding things to the cart via the order pad. 

“Huh? I can’t hear you.” you teased, finishing up the last bit of your order, holding your hand up for his card. The male sighed and aggressively placed the platinum card in your hand. 

This is giving me DejaVu.

“The company card, huh? You sure are brave~” popping the card into the chip slot, you happily kicked your legs. 

I love free food.

“We get fixed expenses every month, you know that. Since you’re on this mission they gave us even more.” he sighed, sipping on his beer. 

Ding Ding Ding

You looked down at your phone, you received a text from an unknown number. 

“You miss me yet?”

You chuckled, ensuring to open the message so he could see you read it, then placed your phone back in your purse. 

Let’s see how fast you squirm, Gojo Satoru. 

“What are you smiling so creepily about?” Kaito eyed you sidelong and your face dropped. You kicked his shin, becoming increasingly annoyed by his presence. 

“I can’t smile?” You quip, sucking on your teeth. 

“No, it’s creepy– Ow! Stop kicking me.” 

“Well then stop saying useless things.” 

Ding Ding Ding

“You ignoring me, Y/n? That’s not very nice, you’re going to make me cry!” 

You tried to imagine him crying, but you couldn’t. 

“I am eating dinner, I’ll text you later.” 

“Dinner? Where? I'll join you.” 

“Some sushi restaurant downtown. Come if you dare, Kaito’s company is riveting.” 

You dropped him the location of the restaurant, doubting he will even show up. 

“Who are you texting?” Kaito asked, still obviously creeped out by you. As he spoke the food was placed on the table. He looked like he was going to cry by the amount of dishes being presented. 

It’s not even your money, bastard. 

“None of your business,” you chided, picking up your chopsticks and clicking them in his face. He waved a dismissive hand, picking up his own chopsticks while deciding what to eat first. 

“Was it Gojo Satoru?” he asked and you sighed, even though he was right he was annoying. 

“Why are you asking?” you popped a piece of sushi in your mouth. 

“Because he’s right behind you.” 

You turned your head so quickly that you nearly choked on your food. 

That was way too fast. 

Gojo caught your eye and walked up to your table, gracefully sliding in next to you with a smile. 

“Hey! I didn’t know you guys were here, you should’ve invited me!” Kaito only raised a brow, clearly not convinced. 

“Mhm, order what you want.” he placed the card in Gojo’s large hand. He laughed heartily as he reached across the table, a long arm passing your face as he grabbed the tablet. 

You quietly ate your food while feeling dumbstruck. One, you didn’t think he’d show up, two, you didn’t think he’d show up this quickly. 

“So, Gojo, what brings you here?” Kaito asked as a piece of tuna sashimi quickly got placed in his mouth after his question. 

“Hmm,” Gojo hummed, finishing his order, and placing the tablet back in its original place. As he leaned back into his seat, he brushed his fingers down your arm. 

“I wanted to grab a bite to eat, Y/n’s questioning went pretty long after all.” he enclosed his fingers around yours, gently playing with the tips of your fingers. 

“You’re on a first-name basis? I didn’t know you two were that close.”

Kaito you bastard. 

Gojo laughed lightly, shaking his head. 

“Non-Japanese last names are hard for me to pronounce smoothly, so she allowed me to call her by her first name. Is that a problem, Ishiikawaia?” Gojo’s voice turned cold, even causing you to shiver. You eyed him, although if his voice was so cold just now he was smiling brightly. 

“N-No, I am sorry.” Kaito decided his beer was more interesting because he downed the whole pint. 

Gojo’s food came to the table and you all ate in relative silence. 

“Y/n, do you have anything planned after this?” he asked, turning to you as he munched on a Daifuku mochi. You don’t know why, but the sight of this man liking sweets made your heart squeeze. 

“No, I don’t. Why?” You say slowly, cocking your head to the side playfully, knowing Kaito was gaping at you. 

“I want to show you around Tokyo.” He smirked at you, popping a finger into his mouth, slowly licking the powder off of the digit. You swallowed, throat suddenly feeling dry.

“I think I can fit you into my schedule,” you say sweetly, swirling your finger around the rim of your glass of water. Meanwhile, Kaito couldn’t hide his absurd expression. 

“You’re crazy, Y/n. If they hear about this–”

You whipped your head toward your partner, staring him down. He stopped speaking mid-sentence.

“How, exactly will they hear about it? Also, what is this ‘it’ you’re referring to? It seems you forgot about our conversation last night. That’s not the only thing I know, Kai.” you leaned over the table, grabbing his wrist with your hand, narrowing your eyes. 

“Go ahead and try me, pretty boy, let’s see how far you’ll get before I crush you.” you heard him gulp as his eyes shook in anger– or maybe fear, it was hard to tell. But only when he nodded you let him go, pushing your chair back with your knees and exited the building. 

Warm air hit your face as you stepped outside and noises of the bustling city filled your ears. You weren’t angry, not really. But you’d be damned if the man ranked lower than you in both strength and grade tried to threaten you. 

He’s just jealous because his idol has no interest in him. 

A sigh escaped your lips, then you felt a hand on your waist. You leaned into his touch, your mind and body already adjusting to sensing him and his unique energy. 

“Quite the temper you have,” he beamed down at you and you shrugged, turning to face him. 

“I’m not sure what you have planned, but let me get out of this monkey suit.” you want to put your earrings back in your ears, take your hair out of this painfully tight bun, and wear something more comfortable than your formal suit. 

Gojo ran his hands over the length of your waist while clicking his tongue. 

“I like you in the suit though,” he pouted, earning a humorless laugh from you. 

“I have much more flattering clothes, rest assured.” you took his hand and made your way to the vehicle Kaito drove here. It’s a shared car, he didn’t own it. Even though you detested driving in the city, it made you feel good knowing he would have to find a different way back to the hotel. 

“You gonna leave him stranded?” Gojo asked as you unlocked the car, sliding in the driver's seat, making adjustments so you could drive comfortably. 

“He’s been drinking, it would be irresponsible for me to let him drive.” with a wink, you plucked out your phone and shot him a text stating as much. Then, remembering his phone calls last night, you turned the device off. 

Gojo laughed and followed your lead, doing the same to his. You backed out of the small parking lot, a smirk on your face. 

“You must like me a lot to do that. You’re an important man after all. What if the world burns down while you’re entertaining me?” you kept your eyes on the road while your left hand gripped the wheel, leaving your right relaxed on the center console. Now that you were alone in a confined space, your heart started to beat a little faster as anticipation settled into your nerves. 

“They’ll just have to break down the door and drag me out. I have my priorities in order for today.” his hand traveled to your thigh, rubbing slow circles against the fabric, causing goosebumps to kiss your skin. 

“Am I a priority now?” while coming to a stop at a red light, you allowed yourself to look at him. His head was turned to you as that familiar smirk tugged on his lips. Some part of you wished you could see his eyes, so you could read him better, gauge how he was feeling. 

“You’ve been on my mind all day, why wouldn’t you be?” you were shocked by his honesty, unable to stop the blush that swept across your cheeks. It deepened even further when he slid his hand between your legs, long fingers nearly brushing the apex of your thighs. 

Damn, what am I? A schoolgirl? I wish he would bring his hand a little higher… 

The light turned green and you continued to drive, trying to desperately block your dirty thoughts out. 

“I am going to take a guess, but you know what my actual mission is, don’t you?” the way he comforted you earlier, he read your body language. You didn’t mean to, but you showed signs of knowing too much. 

“Tsk, talking about work with me during our off time. But to answer your question, yes. Your superiors have been wanting to get dirt on me for a while, trying to create a countermeasure to detain me if the day comes that I go crazy.” you nodded your head, mulling over his words, trying to formulate a response. 

“If that day comes, I’ll happily put in my resignation and flee to Hawaii.” you sigh, remembering the soft white sand beaches and warm oceans. You could almost feel the salty sea breeze kissing your skin. 

“I’ll personally seek you out once the damage is done.” he squeezed your thigh and you laughed. A full, real laugh. One that made your lungs gasp for air and your stomach hurts. You tried so hard to keep your eyes focused as you turned into the hotel parking garage. 

“What’s so funny~” he mused, laughter now tickling his voice. 

You parked the car and leaned against the seat, tilting your head back as you let your laughter subside. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just the idea of you seeking me out after decimating Japan is silly. What importance do I hold?” your hands laced over your stomach, trying to hold your laughs in at the absurd thought. 

“I thought I was being romantic,” He joined you in laughter, and you both sat in the car for a while, simply trying to catch your breath. Once you could speak normally again, you eyed him, many questions lingering on the tip of your tongue. 

“Are we going somewhere? Or should I dress comfortably?” he raises his eyebrows. You try not to chuckle. You knew what his intent was, for it was obvious last night when he was grinding his hard-on against your ass and again today when he cornered you in the classroom.

“Hm, what do you want, y/n?”

Ah, making it into my decision.

“That depends on what your intent is. You hardly strike me as the committed type.” you run your finger over the length of the steering wheel idly, trying not to get lost in thought. 

“And you are? You seem to enjoy crushing men under that pretty little foot of yours.” you smile at his words, shrugging your shoulders.

“I like knowing what makes people tick. I don’t have a partner due to my field of work. Too unpredictable, too dangerous. I can make enemies quickly, and that would put any loved one in danger. People… They’re fragile. I’ve seen too many friends I’ve cared for die.” your words suddenly felt too real, and that weight on your shoulders returned. 

“You’re a sorcerer and a strong one at that. I can see your cursed energy, it’s like an endless well. How’d you end up in the military?” a question poised with ease, but in truth, it’s a loaded gun, pointed right at you. 

You shook your head, pointing to the little black box right behind the rearview mirror and then to your ear. He nodded with understanding and you both exited the car, walking in silence to your hotel room. 

“Wait out here, I’ll be out in a minute.” you entered the space, but he followed you in. You narrowed your eyes toward him and he held his hands up in defense. 

“Dress comfortably, and pack an overnight bag. Or a few days, depending on how much you enjoy my company.” his voice was filled with pure confidence and it made you scoff. Men usually did what you told them to, not the other way around. It was strange, having the shift in your usual dynamic, but it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“Alright. You’re helping me though. There's a plastic travel bag in the bottom drawer on the right side of the bathroom. Please put all my skincare and haircare items in there.” you made your way to the closet, where you spent your morning meticulously ironing and hanging up your clothes while waiting for the clock to strike 5. 

“Why do you have so much skincare?!” he called from the bathroom and you giggled. 

“Taking care of your skin is important!” you call back, picking out an outfit of sweatpants and a black t-shirt while grabbing a pair of pajamas and two pairs of suits. You didn’t know how long your stay with him would last, but you wanted to be a little prepared. 

“But 20 different products?!” he shouted again like a child, and you could only smile, placing your clothes into a backpack. With a peek over your shoulder, you hurriedly got undressed, changing out your undergarments for something a little more lacey and sexy, then shoving your comfy clothes on. You took your hair out of the bun as your face was burning and you were cursing at yourself. 

He’s just another guy, why am I so flustered? 

Quickly, you shoved your feet into your sneakers and placed your dress shoes into the small compartment of your travel backpack. Suddenly feeling grateful to your past self for planning accordingly. Additionally, you added your makeup kit and a few different sets of underwear to the pack. 

Making your way to the bathroom, you leaned against the door frame. You watched as Gojo neatly placed and organized your items, careful to buffer each glass bottle between a plastic one. He stuck his tongue out lightly as if he was deeply concentrated. 

“Do you really need all this?” he sighed, noticing your presence as he moved on to your hair items. You smiled, mostly to yourself, as he placed each item out neatly onto the counter, deciding what to put in the bag first. 

“You should see my makeup kit.” you could’ve sworn his face turned pale at your words. 

“Please tell me you’re not bringing it,” he whined as he finished packing your hygiene kit. You felt oddly happy knowing he took so much care in ensuring your products wouldn’t get ruined. You walked up behind him and slid your hands around his waist, pleased to find his barrier wasn’t up. Due to the height difference, you placed your head against his upper back, taking in his scent. 

“If you want, we can have a little skincare date~” you teased, swaying lightly from side to side. He rubbed your arms, humming as he allowed you to move his body. 

“You mean you would pamper me?” he asked sweetly, turning around in your arms so he could face you. You gave him your kindest smile. One truly only a few people saw. You thought that this man was just a womanizer, but the truth is he’s very complex and sweet. You watched as a light blush kissed his cheeks, which only made you smile wider.

“If that’s what you wish, then of course I will. Again, what we do all depends on your intent, Gojo.” 

“Satoru.” he corrected and you nodded. 

“What would you like to do, Satoru?” you splayed your palms flat against his back, nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. Part of you wanted him to fuck you, of course. But the other part of you wanted to have a conversation, to maybe get to know him. It had been so long since you actually bared your soul with someone. 

He took your face in his hands, fingers lovingly rubbing circles into your scalp, causing you to melt into his fingers. 

“I think we shouldn’t plan anything and see where things go. You are…” he paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he considered his words. 

“Enticing, tempting, alluring. I am drawn to you, for one reason or another. I think I would like to know what makes you tick, y/n.” his words were so soft, it was like they were caressing your mind and easing your wariness. Your smile turned sad, memories of your past flashing in your mind. 

“I may not be as pretty as you believe me to be,” you whispered, almost to yourself. He stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, a soothing comfort. 

“We have all done things we’re not proud of, but it doesn’t take away from your value. What you do going forward is what matters.” you half laughed, pressing your head to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. 

“I thought you were an idiot,” you mumble against him and he chuckles, the sound vibrating deep in his warm chest. 

“We all wear masks,”

—

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but a massive gated property with gardens certainly wasn’t it. 

You didn’t hide your shocked expression as he gave you a quick tour of his home. You couldn’t believe you were still in Tokyo, where the buildings are so cramped together and you could see into your neighbor's property just by peering out your window. Here, his land stretched for miles before you came to the street, which was relatively deserted. 

I know he’s the head of the Gojo clan, but being handsome, powerful, and rich seems like a massive slap in the face. 

You eyed the man out of the corner of your eye, silently cursing him for having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. 

You two had made it two his room, which was neat and clean with simple solid colors of white, light gray, and sky blue. The bed stood at the center, and though it was massive, it hardly took up space in the room. You wanted to cry. How much money did this guy even have? 

“Why do you look so shocked?” he laughed at you, taking your bag from your hand and quickly locating your hygiene and makeup kit. 

“I– I just wasn’t expecting this, I guess?” you sighed, following his lead and taking your clothes out of the bag. You laid them neatly on a chair in the corner of the room, taking in the TV and ceiling mirror. You quirked up a brow. 

You’re one of those, are you?

When he exited the bathroom, you gave him a disgusted look and pointed your finger to the ceiling. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, taking your pointed finger and dragging you into the bathroom. You were confused for a moment, but then you noticed he neatly laid out your skin care. 

“Eager, are you?” you said through a laugh and he clapped his hands together, rubbing them excitedly. 

“Work your magical skincare on me!” while smiling at him, you tutted as you took in his clothes. He still wore his sorcerer uniform and that simply won’t do. 

“Your clothes are no good,” you sigh dramatically, hands finding the zipper of his jacket and immediately undoing it. He wore a white button-down shirt under his coat, which only made you more annoyed. You didn’t want to get water on his clothes. 

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could’ve just said so. Though the enthusiasm is appreciated.” his nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt exposing his toned body to you. Your retort died in your throat at the sight. 

His chest was a perfect mix of soft and sculpted. Whereas his arms and abs were all muscle, strong, and lithe. You followed the dips and contours of his body, looking at his adonis belt, which dipped even lower. Your mouth went impossibly dry. 

Damn, this man is too attractive. 

“You like what you see, y/n?” he teased you with your own words. 

With a sly smile, you look up to him. 

“Of course, but,” 

You reach your fingers up, dipping them under his blindfold, and push it back. Using it as an effective hairband. He blinked at you with his beautiful eyes, long white eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Yet again, his beauty struck you. Honestly, you felt as if it outshined your own. He was like a Renaissance painting; timeless. 

“I like seeing these a lot more.” you hummed happily, letting yourself get lost in his surprised stare for a moment. He gave you a lop-sided smile, one that was real and unpracticed. 

“You really aren’t like most women,” you cutely shrug your shoulders and turn to the sink, turning the water on to a warm temperature. 

“Most women don’t know what they want,” you state, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting Satoru down in it, trying your best not to eye fuck his body. Which was hard, considering he was shirtless and sitting with his legs spread wide. 

Returning to the sink, you wet your hands and place your cleanser on your fingers. Aggressively rubbing your palms together you create a lather. Then you face Satoru and work that lather into his skin. 

“What is it you want?” He asked slowly, eyes closing as he leaned into your soft touch. You traced your fingers under his jaw, working your magic down his neck. 

“To do what I want and protect my people. That’s it. Everything else is secondary.” you halted your cleaning to wet a hand towel with water, ringing out most of the liquid, then began to wipe away the cleanser. 

“You don’t want to get married? Or have children?” you considered his words, grabbing a hydrating mask and slowly applying it to his skin. 

“If I fall in love, I fall in love. If marriage is a result of that so be it. As for children, I don’t know. If they inherit my gift, then they’ll be sought out and used just like I have been. I don’t want that for anyone.” you spoke honestly as you finished applying the mask to his face. He opened his eyes, looking at you intensely. 

“Why are you working for the government?” his hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your muscles, relaxing your tension. With slight hesitation, you place your feet on either side of his hips and sit down on his lap, careful to avoid his sex. His eyes light up with amusement, but you ignore it. 

“I can speak 4 different languages, which was already a desirable trait for them. Second is that I possess the ability to shape my cursed energy and turn it into solid matter. If I know what it looks like and its rough function, I can create it. The catch is once I stop funneling my energy into it, it disappears. Third is that I can apply the Reversed Cursed Technique to others and heal their wounds.” you closed your eyes, dreading the next words to come out of your mouth. 

“Once I finished getting my Ph.D. in Psychiatry, I published my theory on cursed spirits and how I think I could curate a medicine that normal civilians could take to help limit the number of curses being born into this world. It became widely popular on the sorcerer's end, and the next thing I knew, my brother was being held by the military. The only way they were going to let him go is if I signed a contract to work independently for them as a Foreign Affairs Investigator.” Satoru rubbed your arms and a false sense of safety washed over you, giving you the courage to continue. 

“As soon as I signed that damned contract, they killed him. I have done… Some pretty fucked up things for them. I have the rest of this year left, then I am free.” finally, you allowed yourself to meet his eyes. Deep blue wells stared at you with such sincerity your heart cracked at the sight. For some reason, it made you emotional, so you laughed, lightly running your fingers through his hair. 

“That’s why you don’t get close to anyone.” not trusting your voice you nod your head. 

“You’re the same as me, then.” 

Satoru tilted his head back, exposing his long neck to you as he began telling you the story of his youth. You listened intently, gently massaging his shoulders, giving him the same comfort he gave you. Your heart broke when he was finished. You both had been through so much but at completely different hands. 

“Do you miss him?” you asked, not giving him the fake sympathy bullshit people gave you. 

“Yeah, you?” his voice sounded raw. 

“Every day,” you whispered honestly. How long had it been since you were able to talk about him? 

Playing with the ends of his silken hair, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. 

“It’s time to wash off the mask” You forced some life into your voice as you peeled yourself away from his warmth. Bashfully, you reached your hands out to him. It was silly really, your small frame pulling him out of the seat. But he happily placed his hands in yours, allowing you to lead him to the sink and gently wash the mask off his skin. 

“Are we done now?” he asked, some humor returning to his tone as he patted his skin dry with a towel.

“Not even close. We have toner, serum, essence, eye cream, and then moisturizer– Don’t give me that look” You clicked your tongue, going to reach for your toner but he caught your wrist. Eyebrows knitting together, you eyed him suspiciously. 

“No more,” he pulled you into him, his bare chest coming very close to your face. You felt your face become hot so you avoided his gaze, mind becoming slightly hazy. 

“That’s not fair,” you mumble, trying your best to look anywhere that wasn’t him. 

“What’s not fair, hm? Use your words.” Satoru’s playful voice coaxed, causing you to blush even harder. His hands played with the hem of your oversized T-Shirt, long fingers lightly brushing your flesh. 

“You can’t be perfect all the time, it’s not fair.” he laughed at your words, head tilting back in the process. You rolled your eyes, trying to force yourself to be annoyed but it was an impossible task. 

“You just heard about how imperfect I am, y/n. You’re just easy to tease.” 

Cocky bastard. 

“So are you,” you retort, and he smirks. His eyes tell you to bring it on.

Oh, challenging me, are you?

In a swift movement, you grab the blindfold that held back his hair and wrap it around his neck, pulling him down to your level, and pressing your lips to his. His muffled surprise gets swallowed by you, and you melt in his sweet warmth. 

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you slowly pull back, enjoying the deep blush on his cheeks. 

“See?” you say, taking his blindfold around your pointer finger and swinging it in circles triumphantly. He smiles, hot breath kissing your cheek as he brings his hands under your thighs pulling you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, as your hands grip his shoulders. 

“H-Hey, what’re you–?” 

Satoru pressed his lips to yours. The soft pressure threatened to consume your senses as his tongue claimed your mouth, dancing and swirling your own, the taste of him coating your tongue. Your lips moved softly against each other, the pressure growing with each press of his lips and the lick of his tongue. You were solely lost in the feeling of him– the press of your chest against his, the erection that lightly rubbed against your growing heat, and the tantalizing taste of him making you want more. 

He brought you to the bed, easily towering over you as he pressed your back to the mattress, hips lightly grinding into you making you gasp. Dropping his blindfold, you tangle your fingers in his hair as his hands slide under your shirt. Satoru ghosts his fingers over your stomach, even the slightest touch makes your body jump. You take his tongue further into your mouth, sucking the muscle, earning yourself a satisfied groan from him which you hungrily swallow. 

He pulls away from your kiss, lips swollen and wet as he stares down at you. You get lost in his eyes, finding it hard to breathe under his gaze. For a moment, you two stay like that, drinking in each other's features as your chests are heaving. 

“You’re beautiful, y/n.” his fingers traced the planes of your face, causing fiery tingles to travel down your spine. Your eyes widened. It wasn’t the first time you heard those words. But coming from him, it felt different. It felt meaningful. 

You smile, placing your hand on his chest to push him back against the bed. You knew he let you, but you didn’t care. Straddling him, you let his hands come up and under your shirt, dragging it off your frame, partially exposing your chest. 

You let him explore your skin for a moment. His eyes were filled with wonder as he traced the lines of your tattoos. You tried to control the shivers that ran down your body, due to his fingers lighting small trails of fire against your desperate skin. His hands found your breasts, thumbs rubbing your clothed nipples, making you moan as the feeling traveled to your core. 

Unable to control yourself, you press your lips to his, grinding your hips down against him to relieve some of that growing tension between your thighs. You bite his lip, greedily enjoying the way his thick member rubbed against your throbbing clit. His hands unclasped your bra, allowing your heavy breasts to fall free from their cage. 

His hands grasp your breasts, fingers expertly rolling and teasing the peaked rosy buds. He lets out a satisfied moan as you grip his hair tightly. The feeling of his calloused hands on you causes your blood to sing, sending pleasurable waves down your spine. You remove your lips from him, planting sloppy, wet kisses against his jaw then trailing them down his neck, sucking on the supple flesh. 

Taking your tongue and licking it along the expanse of his neck, you smile into his skin as he shudders, bucking his hips up into you. Ever-so-gently, you run your teeth over the shell of his ear, then pull back, blowing cool air on the hot trail of saliva you left on him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth. 

You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, the feeling of his warm mouth suddenly on your skin caused your knees to go weak. Your body trembled as he licked and nipped at your nipple, pleasure going straight to the pit in your stomach. He rubbed his hard cock against your clothed sex with just the right pressure, all you could do was suck on the soft skin of his neck, losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Mm, Satoru” you breathe heavily into his flesh, pulling away from his dangerous ministrations, staring down at the smirking male. He licked his swollen lips, and brought his hand to your face, gripping your cheeks. 

“Say my name again,” he demanded, free hand snaking around your body, gripping your ass, shaking it against him. 

“Satoru,” you moaned his name and his eyes darkened, pupils dilating so much it eclipses the blue. 

Your desire was reflected in his eyes and he flipped your bodies, hands coming to the waistband of your sweats pulling them off of you in a swift motion. You returned the favor, suddenly hating any and all barrier’s separating your bodies. You made to remove his boxers, but he caught your hand, placing it high above your head as he reclaimed your lips. 

“I’m going to take my time with you, y/n,” he whispered hotly against you. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your throat. You were quickly becoming impatient, with the loss of contact between your legs and breasts, you wanted more. You needed more. 

“See,” he pressed his lips to your jaw, hot tongue trailing the bone. 

“If I fuck you now, I won’t be able to stop.” Taking your ear in his mouth, he licked your lobe, tongue swirling around it lightly. 

Satoru trailed his hand up your leg, fingers finding your knee and spreading your legs for him. He continued trailing his sinful fingers north, coming so close to your heated sex that you nearly cried– you wanted him to touch you. His lips traveled down your neck, nipping at the tender flesh until he found your collarbone. 

“I am going to make you feel so good, that my name is the only thing that leaves your lips.” the sheer promise in his words made your eyes roll back and your body tense in anticipation. He continued kissing his way south, ensuring to leave love marks along the way. You tried to move your hips to meet his hand, but you found you met an invisible barrier. 

Huh? 

You tried to grab his face, but your hands met nothing. His eyes met yours as he hovered over your sex. You saw his eyes light up with amusement when you tried to touch him again, displeased to find that he put up his barrier.

“No touching, or I stop,” he warned, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy. You felt jolts shock your hips from the contact, whimpering from the slight release. 

Releasing you hadn’t answered him, you nodded your head. 

“That won’t do, princess. Tell me with your words.” another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. His hands ran the length of your long torso and then settled on your hips, holding your trembling body still for him. You were dizzy, you knew you needed to speak, but it was hard. The thought of even trying to formulate a sentence made your eyebrows knit together. 

“I won’t touch you,” you bite your bottom lip harshly, feeling embarrassed. You were so worked up and he barely did anything to you. Your nerves were on high alert, you were breathing heavily, but more than anything you craved him. 

“Good girl,” 

The praise made you moan happily, distracting you when he ripped your panties off with one hand. You were about to protest, but he licked a long stripe up your entrance. Your back arched from the sudden pleasure as your hands gripped the sheets. You peered down at him and he was smiling up at you from between your legs. The sight alone made your walls clench. 

“You’re so wet for me, y/n.” pulling his head back, he stared at your dripping pussy, marveling at the way the liquid spilled out of you down to your ass. 

“Maybe I don’t need to prep you too much, hm?” he hummed, sticking his tongue into your cunt causing you to mewl. He swirled the muscle in you, moaning as you coated his tongue. The light pressure drove you mad, making you tilt your head back, as small soft moans escaped your lips. 

“I– please don’t stop,” you pleaded, and he rewarded you by flattening his tongue against you, licking all the way up to your needy clit. Your legs began to tremble as he devoured you. Warm, wet mouth wrapping around your bundle of nerves sucking as his tongue flicked. The amount of pressure he applied was frighteningly perfect, adjusting with every lick and suck, causing your core to tighten. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he playfully nipped your clit and you cried, half shouting his name as the feeling shot right through you, settling in your firey stomach. 

“Fuck, just like that, keep moaning for me, baby.” his words were the only thing grounding you to reality, and you happily obliged him wanting nothing more than the promise of sweet release.

Your feet were hot, toes curling as sharp tingles attacked your arches. Your hands and legs were shaking violently from both restraint and the ridiculous amount of pleasure you were receiving. You were panting heavily, eyes fixated on the ceiling mirror, watching him give you his utmost attention.

He ran his hand up your abdomen and roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. 

“Suck,” he breathed into you, flattening his tongue against your clit and roughly shaking his head. You moaned heatedly against his fingers, taking them further into your mouth, letting them travel down your esophagus. You licked his flesh as you would if it was his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and coating his skin with your thick saliva. 

Satoru pulled his head back from your heated sex to sweep his arm under your legs, forcing them up and over your head, folding you like paper, putting you on full display for him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you gasped for air while moving your hands to grip your knees.

“Mm,” Satoru hummed, rubbing and scissoring his fingers together, watching your stringy saliva dance on his skin. With his free hand, he gave your ass an appreciative slap. The pain went straight to your groin and you mewled, nails digging into your flesh. 

“You want me to keep going?” he asked, lips wet with you and his voice deliciously seductive. He placed a kiss on the crease of your inner thigh and sex as his fingers, wet with your saliva, played with your throbbing entrance. You whimpered, of course you wanted him to, and you knew he knew talking was hard for you.

“Ah. Fuck… Yes.” you panted out, finding it hard to focus on your words, when all you could think about was the feeling of his fingers teasing you. You were completely and utterly at his disposal, like a loyal dog willing to do anything for a treat. 

“Talk to me baby, tell me what you want. You want me to fuck you with my fingers, or my mouth?” he purred, giving your clit a light flick, making you cry. 

“I– Both. I want both. Please, please…” Tears pricked your eyes, your body was so on edge, so overstimulated that it didn’t know what to do. Your mind couldn’t grasp the situation, it was like your brain was short-circuited and all it could think of was his fingers, fucking you nice and deep. 

“God you’re so fucking hot when you beg,” 

Without warning, he pressed his fingers into you and returned his mouth to your hardened clit. You had to squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling as your walls clenched around his digits tightly. He licked you vigorously as he curled his long fingers, pumping your pussy, stretching you out for him. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned, biting your lip to try to contain your sobs. Your orgasm was approaching and every muscle in your body tightened, preparing for that crash. Satoru’s hand came to your ass, gripping it tightly as he shook it, the sensation heightening the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Satoru, I’m–” 

He slapped your ass, shaking his head. 

“Not until I tell you,” he warned and you clenched your walls around him hard. Tears ran down your face as your whole body shook violently. It was all so overwhelming, all you wanted was release, but it was as if his words were law, and your body obeyed obediently. 

Unable to control your hands, you gripped his strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin creating crescent moon craters. 

“Please, I, ah, fuck. Please, Toru’, I can’t” Your vision was just beginning to go black, and he completely backed off of you. 

No! 

Unable to support your body, you fell on the mattress, your legs bouncing lightly as your whole body shook. Quickly, you propped yourself on your elbows, looking at him like you were about to set him on fire.

“Why?” you breathed, shakily coming up onto your knees, grabbing his smug face with your small hands. He smiled further, turning his face to kiss your palm as he removed his boxers. You let your eyes fall for a second, pleased to see his angry cock spring against his stomach, but it didn’t ease your anger. 

“You’re so obedient, y/n.” he didn’t answer your question, instead his hands found your hips, pulling you on top of his body. You immediately, tightened your muscles, refusing to let your core rub him. His hands snaked around to your ass, rubbing and gripping your plump flesh appreciatively. 

“I was so close, why didn’t you let me–” your words died, eyes falling on his as you became entirely consumed by his gaze. You almost forgot how angry you were, almost… 

Placing your hands on either side of his face, you burned your gaze into him, earning yourself an award-winning smile and a laugh to match. A pout fell on your lips, but you couldn’t help but laugh too.

His hands came up to caress your face and you leaned into his touch, letting some over your edge melt away. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m selfish.” he kissed you, deep and slow, tongue dancing with yours pulling you deeper into him. You dropped your weight, hissing when your slick entrance rubbed against his cock. He sucked on your tongue, hiding a gruntled groan which made you smile. 

Hesitantly, you ground your hips against him, your body still unimaginably sensitive. His hands found your hair, tangling in your soft strands, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

Still lost in his dizzying kiss, you trailed your hand down his body, stopping only when your fingers wrapped around his cock. He bit your bottom lip, a moan escaping his mouth as you pumped him slowly, thumb rubbing over his precum, using it to wet the head. 

You pulled back from the kiss, grabbing his face with your free hand as you positioned your throbbing pussy over his cock. 

“I’m also selfish,” 

You slowly lowered your body, lower lip quivering when the tip pushes past that first ring, the stretch already feeling too good. Even though you wanted to close your eyes and savor the full feeling you were slowly giving yourself, you enjoyed seeing his expression more. 

His eyes were heavy and hazy, as his swollen lips were parted in an ‘o’, watching your walls swallow him. You drank him in, relishing in the small whimper he let out when you accepted all of him, letting yourself sit and adjust to his thickness. Satoru slightly brought his hips up, truly giving you all of him and you cursed. He went so deep in you, you were being stretched deliciously as you were feeling full; complete. 

Placing your hands on his chest, you slowly rose your body up, almost letting him come out of you, then you sank back down. 

“F-Fuck,” Satoru cursed, his head falling back as his hands gripped your waist, assisting you in setting your pace. 

At first, you slowly ground against him, enjoying every inch that filled you. But you both began to grow impatient as you brought your feet beneath you, picking up your pace and bouncing up and down. Satoru met your every thrust with his own, angling himself so he wouldn’t hit your cervix but that he was deep enough to make you tremble. 

You ignored the burn in your legs, the only thing you cared about was driving the two of you over the edge, to feel that sweet release crash over your body. 

“You look so good on top, y/n. You take my fucking dick so well, fuck.” 

He brought his hands to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he assisted your movements, alleviating some of the lactic acid out of your legs. You moaned helplessly, the pace you set was brutal, causing your breasts to bounce against your chest, each drop bringing you just a little closer to the finish line. 

“Fuck just like that baby.” Satoru encouraged you, giving you a new sense of purpose as you threw in a light roll to your hips. You both shuddered, for you stimulated him more and he hit that lovely spongey spot that connected right to your clit. 

“S-Satoru–” You bit your lip as your stomach began clenching, your orgasm threatening to wash over you. You were panting so heavily you were afraid you were going to pass out, but you continued fucking him due to his soft moans of your name filling your ears. 

“That’s right, be a good girl and cum on my cock.” he lifted his head, watching your bodies meet over and over again. Your toes curled, and that pit in your stomach was so tight, everything began to feel so good. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Go ahead, use me to feel good.” 

Satoru’s words were your undoing. 

You came hard all around him. Your walls spasming, clenching, and unclenching, drawing out pleasurable waves of white-hot fire throughout your entire body. Satoru came too, you felt his cock throb inside you and he held your hips down, spilling his warm seed deep inside your pussy. Your entire body was shaking uncontrollably and you couldn’t see a damn thing, if it wasn’t for his strong hands steadying you, you would’ve fallen over. 

The room was filled with your mixed pants. You rubbed his arms and he rubbed your jelly-like legs, a silent comfort you gave to each other. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, simply just trying to catch your breaths and let the heat ebb from your blood. 

But it didn’t. You were still grossly horny and he was still painfully hard, deep inside your wet warmth. 

“You’re too good at that,” 

He finally said, brushing some of the hair out of your face, hand tracing the contours of your chest. You smiled at his words, leaning down shakily and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“Mm, I could say the same about you,” you murmured dreamily into him, earning yourself a chuckle. 

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” You pulled your head back, meeting the challenge of his eyes with your own. 

“Show me then,” His cock twitched at your words, making you smirk. Slowly, he eased himself out of you. You allowed your back to hit the mattress whereas he padded off the closet in his room. 

You shifted anxiously, feeling some of his seed spill between your legs. Curiosity getting the better of you, you looked over to where Satoru was and he was walking toward you with ropes. 

Oh. 

He sat at the edge of the bed, a sudden serious expression on his face when he looked at you. 

“Let’s make a safe word,” gently, he took your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. You shifted so you could look at him and take his face in your hands. You could see he was anxious – afraid. Perhaps he’s gone too far in the past, but you weren’t going to pry. 

“Hm let’s see… I think pineapple will do. However,” you paused to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I think you’ll find I don’t break easily.” he smiled into your kiss, tongue running along the swell of your bottom lip. You bit his tongue playfully, laughing when he gave you a surprised yelp. 

Satoru laid your body down, lips teasing yours, as his hands found one wrist, beginning to tie a rope around it. Soon he repeated the motion to your other wrist and he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

He smiled down at you then removed himself from your body to tie the ends of the ropes to separate ends of the headboard, rendering you helpless. Once he was done, he plucked his blindfold off the bed and smirked down at you, eyes raking over your figure. 

“Look at you,” he sighed appreciatively, finger ghosting over your torso. You shivered, goosebumps decorating your skin due to your body being sensitive from your previous orgasm. His hand then wrapped around your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his possessive stare. 

“Mine,” he whispered, nails lightly digging into your skin. 

“Yours,” you answered, familiar heat pooling in your stomach. 

Satoru smiled and then placed the blindfold over your eyes, filling your world with black. You couldn’t see anything. All you could do was listen to the sound of your anxious breaths and pounding heart. With a tug, you tried pulling on your restraints, rope rubbing against the tender flesh of your wrists. 

“I have to admit,” Satoru’s low voice purred, finger swirling around your belly button, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. 

“When I met you last night, I wanted nothing more than to do this.” his warm hands ran the length of your arms, making you shudder. You were sensitive, too sensitive. 

“See, I thought about tying you up and fucking you till you apologized for teasing me. But,” he dragged his finger up your entrance, pressing the warm digit down on your clit. You had to chew on your bottom lip to stop the cry from escaping your throat. 

“I think you’re just as bad as me. Too much stamina, too bored, never satisfied.” that same finger gently worked your bundle of nerves, slowly coaxing it out of its hood. 

“If you’re good and do as you’re told, I’ll reward you and let you cum. If you don’t,” he pulled his finger away, making you whimper. 

“Then I'll bring you close, over and over again until you’re crying and begging me to stop.” he spread your legs wide and you heard him suck in his breath. Everything was heightened, just the feeling of his hands on your thighs felt like fire. 

“Use your words, baby,” he prodded your entrance with his tip and you moaned, your body already begging to have him fill you. 

“I’ll do as I am told,” You promised, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“Good girl,” 

He entered you in one swift movement, tearing a curse from your throat. Satoru didn’t give you any adjustment time as he pulled his hips back and snapped them right back into you, causing you to wrap your fingers around the rope, hanging on for dear life. 

You could truly feel him now. Your senses have been heightened, and since your legs weren’t doing the work you felt like you could feel every vein that ran his length. He stretched and filled you, creating that satisfying friction that made your walls clench around his cock. You felt the bounce of your breasts and the slap of his balls on your ass. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you were a moaning mess, filling the room with your voice and obscene wet noises. 

“Your pussy takes my cock so well,” he praised, grabbing your knee and throwing it over his shoulder. You shuddered, at this angle, he was hitting even deeper in you causing tears to prick your eyes. The rope began to burn the flesh of your palms, but you ignored it entirely– completely lost in the feeling of him railing the absolute fuck out of you. 

“Aw, y/n don’t hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me,” for emphasis, he sped up his pace and thumbed your clit. His name left your lips in prayer and you felt like a nuclear bomb was building inside your stomach. Every muscle was tense but loose at the same time. You couldn’t think, you can’t breathe. Tears wet the blindfold obscuring your vision, and you were grateful for the fabric. 

“Fuck. You’re fucking me so fucking good,” you praised him between ruthless thrusts, tightening your leg down against his shoulder. His thumb on your clit was making you see stars, it felt so good but it was also overwhelming. 

“Yeah? You like taking my dick like a slut?” he asked, taking your leg off his shoulder and then placing both your feet against his chest. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he folded you, hitting that spot deep inside your pussy. 

“Y-Yes!” you scream, body shaking violently as you started to become incredibly hot. 

“Yes what, y/n? I told you to use your words.” 

Suddenly his fingers were in your mouth and down your throat, preventing you from speaking. 

“Mmph. I–” You tried you speak, but you felt saliva pool down your chin. Satoru remove his other hand from your clit and you whimpered from the loss of contact, that promise of pleasure leaving with it.

Fuck. 

“I told you to use your words, baby,” he sighed, slowing down his movements, pressing a kiss to your knee. Then your legs were off his shoulders along with his cock and fingers. You were completely disorientated, not knowing what to do with yourself because you were stuck and blind. 

“On your knees,” 

You moved to his command, awkwardly scooting back on the bed till you had enough space to sit on your knees. You felt his hand in your hair, tightly pulling on your strands to tilt your head up. 

“What’d you do wrong?” he asked, slapping something warm against your lips. You ran your tongue against your bottom lip, discerning it was his cock due to the taste of your mixed pleasure. 

“I didn’t use my words,” you bit your lip, controlling the urge to take him in your mouth. He tugged on your hair, making you release your lip. 

“I’m going to use your pretty mouth till you learn your lesson, understand?” his voice was so low and seductive, it went straight to your groin, making you shift slightly. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

Satoru let go of your hair to grab your face, forcing your mouth open. You made a show of poking your tongue out, a sign that you wanted him. You hear him suck in air, then his warmth entered your mouth and you fully tasted your combined lust. 

Moaning around him, you hollowed out your cheeks, swirling your tongue around his head. You moved your neck forward, swallowing more of his length, choking slightly as he slid down your esophagus. Satoru placed his hand around your throat, feeling himself go down your throat. 

You slurped and choked on him, moving your head violently up and down, adding a roll to your motion for more friction. His soft moans filled your ears, giving you the motivation to please him, sucking harder towards the head, sliding your tongue into the slit, tasting him. You couldn’t breathe, not really. You tried inhaling every time you pulled your head back far enough, but Satoru only pushed his hips forward, forcing you to take him back in again. 

“Mm, I love seeing you on your knees for me.” You moaned at his praise, picking up your pace as tears streamed down your face, blindfold now soaked. 

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good.” you could hear that his voice was becoming more strained and you felt his cock tighten in your mouth, base twitching with every suck. 

Then his hands were in your hair, pushing his entire length down your throat making your nose come into contact with his stomach. He came into your mouth violently, cock twitching in your mouth. The salty yet sweet taste of him coated your tongue and you moaned, letting him know that you were pleased. He rubbed loving circles into your scalp as he stayed there for a moment, letting himself come down from his high. 

“Good girl,” he breathed, pulling his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow his seed while greedily taking air back into your starved lungs. 

He hummed and his warm finger traced your hot, swollen lips. You coughed lightly, but smiled up at him, or where you assumed he was. 

“Time for your reward, y/n. Turn around and grab the headboard.” You blindly turned around and he guided your hands to the headboard. You became instantly grateful because some of the bite from the rope eased. 

You felt Satoru shift, then there was warm air being breathed on your heat as his hair tickled your thighs. 

“Sit on my face baby, and don’t hide your noises.” 

“O-okay, I won’t” you promise, feeling shy.

Your legs were already shaking, the memory of earlier playing in your head as you slowly lowered yourself to his face. You held back some of your weight, fearful of suffocating him. But his tongue entered your cunt and he grabbed your hips, forcing your full weight down, nose swiping your clit. 

You moaned loudly, fingers gripping the headboard as Satoru wasted no time in pleasing you. He grabbed your ass, finger playing with your asshole as he tongue fucked you, shaking his head so his nose stimulated your clit. The tension left your body and you became a puddle. 

“Satoru, mm, fuck,” words were impossible to describe what you were feeling. It was due to not being able to see and the earlier intensity. Everything felt so good, it felt right. Satoru slapped your ass, making your back arch and your toes curl. 

You pressed your forehead against the fabric of the headboard, moaning and cursing as you allowed yourself to surrender to him. You wanted to touch him, to see his face, but you couldn’t and it was driving you mad. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and feel. 

You could feel your orgasm approach, that earlier bomb getting ready to explode in the pit of your stomach. Your body was shaking so much that you were funneling all your strength into the headboard, trying not to fall. Then Satoru moved his mouth to your clit and his fingers replaced his tongue. It was all you needed to be pushed over the cliff. 

At the second pump of his fingers, you came. It was both pleasurable and painful. Somehow more intense than your previous, with your stomach clenching so hard as your walls spasmed. Your body shuddered violently, but he didn’t stop, he continued fucking you and sucking on your bundle of nerves. You were mewling loudly, so overstimulated that you began pulling on your restraints. You tried to ask him to stop, but you couldn’t, the only thing that could leave your mouth was strangled cries. You tried lifting your hips, but his hand held you down, continuing to both please and punishing you. 

“Satoru, Satoru. I– Ah, please– Fuck– Please.” he simply flattened his tongue on you, shaking his head as he hummed, voice vibrating on you. You were crying, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much as your body gave out on you. 

You felt Satoru smile against you and then finally he stopped, lifting your body and pulling his face out from under you with the last drag of his tongue. You were shaking, hands still on the headboard as you felt your heat drip between your spread legs. 

“You taste so good, y/n.” Satoru snaked a hand around your waist, bringing your ass up as he pressed your face against the headboard. You whimpered when he pushed his still-hard cock against your entrance. 

You felt a tug and then suddenly you could see. You blinked aggressively, trying to readjust to your surroundings. Your eyes found Satoru’s and you blushed. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. But he also looked crazed, with his eyes dilated, lips swollen and wet, and hair a mess. 

“I missed your eyes,” he sighed, pressing his tip into you. He ran his hands over the length of your spine then finally let them settle on your hips. You felt both numb and sensitive like every touch was fire, but you felt it from a distance. Your legs were already shaking, sheer pride and will were your fuel at this point. 

“You can do it one more time, can’t you baby? For me?” 

I will not be the only one who’s teased. Let’s see if my guess is correct.

“Yes, I can Daddy,” 

Your guess was right because Satoru snapped his hips into you at your words. Your walls readily accepted him, greedily sucking in his cock, soaking him with your wet heat. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, y/n. I don’t think you understand.” 

A slap to your ass. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go,” 

Another slap, you whimpered, back arching as the hazy pleasure kissed your nerves. His eyes didn’t leave yours, even with your blurred vision and half-smushed face rubbing against the headboard. 

“Yeah? Are you too obsessed with me now?” you tease, words strained, saliva thick in your throat. 

“You’re mine. They can’t have you.” he snapped his hips up, hitting your spot, just for emphasis. 

“Hate to break it to you handsome, I am no one’s property.” even with your ass bouncing and slapping against his hips and half your ear covered, you could hear him lightly laugh. 

“You said you were mine earlier,” he reminded, coating his thumb with his saliva, then pushing it into your asshole, making you curse. 

“At this moment, I am yours.” your voice was pathetic to your own ears, with it barely being above a quivering whisper. 

The heat was licking your spine now, that growing pleasure slowly returning to your stomach. Satoru leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. The angle made it hard to breathe, but you didn’t care. The kiss was desperate as if the two of you couldn’t be any closer. You moaned sweetly into his mouth as he let up his pace, now rolling his hips into you at a more loving pace.

He removed his lips from yours and kissed your spine, breathing heavily into your heated flesh. You weren’t any better, with your chest heaving and sweat coating every inch of your body. Your walls appreciated the change of pace because you could feel the slow climb of your high. 

You matched his pace, rolling your hips with his, earning yourself a moan from his lips. The two of you moved in unison, moaning each other's names, getting lost in the feeling of each other. He filled, stretched, and stimulated you so well to the point you think sex will be ruined for you after him. 

“You feel so good,” he whimpered into you, and you hummed. 

“You gonna cum for me Daddy?” you felt him twitch and it filled you with pride, knowing what made this man weak. Somehow, the fact that you were pleasing him made you feel good, heightening your own pleasure. 

“I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum,” he sighed, movements becoming increasingly more erratic as he approached his high. His hands refound your hips, digging into them as he sucked harshly on the nape of your neck. You shivered against him, your own pleasure threatening you for the third time this evening. 

“Mm Satoru, I’m close!” you moaned loudly legs shaking, back arching, and velvet walls tightening. You didn’t think this would happen, due to your overstimulation, but you were at that cliff, dangerously close to diving in head first. 

“Be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s cock,” he grunted, hand slapping your ass. 

Again, as if his words were law, your body obeyed, convulsing all around him, taking him into the euphoric bliss with you. His hands came up to grip the headboard as he halted, burying himself deep inside your pussy, filling you as promised. You were a complete mess, whispering his name repeatedly as hot tears kissed your burning skin. Satoru kissed your temple, over and over again, letting both of your highs wash over you. 

“You did so good baby,” he whispered against you, taking his hand a smoothing it down your hair. You both were breathing heavily as your bodies shook, and you were sure you couldn’t speak. So to respond, you smiled lightly, nuzzling your head against his. 

He leaned your bodies back, so you were sitting on his thighs with your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder and began untying your wrists. Once the last knots were undone, your hands fell limply to your sides, wrists raw from the earlier friction. You sighed happily, leaning your head back, and cuddling into Satoru’s shoulder. 

“Shower?” he asked into your hair, massaging your shoulders gently. You smiled, running your hands over his muscular thighs. 

“If I can walk,” you half-joke. Your legs felt like Jello. You felt if you tried to walk, you’d simply fall straight down. 

Satoru chuckled into you and then gently slid his arm under your knees. 

“Wrap your arms around my neck gorgeous,” 

You humored him and did as you were asked, placing light kisses on his neck while drinking in your mixed scents. He lifted your body with ease, pulling himself out of you as he made his way to the bathroom. You hardly registered him putting you on the toilet. The only reason you opened your eyes is because you felt the cold toilet seat kiss your bruised skin. 

“Pee, I don’t want you getting an UTI.” he pushed some hair out of your face then kissed your forehead, turning away from you to turn on the shower. You had to put some effort into peeing, but once you did you heard a ‘plop’ noise followed by your stream. 

That’s embarrassing. 

You thought to yourself, running your hands over your arms. You snuck a peek of yourself in the mirror and you gaped. 

Hickeys covered your neck, chest, and stomach. Your hair was a disaster, and your face was deeply flushed. It was as if you had fallen asleep in the sun. You peaked at Satoru, he was organizing your products neatly so his back was towards you. You could make out some of your own marks you left on his neck and you mentally cursed. 

If we both show up like this tomorrow it’s going to be so obvious. 

You finished up and padded your way over to Satoru, wrapping your hands around his waist and giving his cute butt a loving pinch. 

“Hey!” he playfully shouted, turning in your arms and giving you a sly smile. You could now see the nail marks you carved into his shoulders and chest. Despite yourself, you felt proud, knowing one way or another, you claimed the Strongest Sorcerer as your own. 

“I never took you for the doting housewife type.” you hum, planting a soft kiss on his chest, right over your scratches. 

“There’s a lot about me you’ll learn,” he kissed your head, then lead your bodies into the shower. He held your hands as you stepped over the edge of the tub, careful to steady your body. 

“That sounds like I’m going to see you on a personal level again,” you smile, happy to find he too enjoys piping hot water in showers. Your muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt in his arms under the soothing rain. 

“Why wouldn’t you?” there was no hurt in his words, just curiosity. 

“I said you didn’t seem like the committed type.” you reminded him, but the words stung now. You didn’t want to walk away from him. But you’re also not one to beg. 

“If I told you I wanted to pursue you, would you believe me?” you ran your hands over his arms, thinking of how to respond. 

“I would say you’re crazy. Considering who holds my leash, and knowing I’ll be running away the second my contract ends.” he laughed lightly, strong hands breaking down the knots in your lower back. 

“I can’t say being with me would be great all the time. But, I can hold my own, and I can protect you. Say the word, and I’ll keep them away from you.” he pulled back from your embrace and took your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. 

Protect me…? 

You were thankful for the water cascading down your face because your tears fell without warning. 

“They won’t be able to touch you. You’ll be free, y/n. I won’t tell you to go back. I’ll fight with you.” 

Smiling, you took his face in your hands and kissed him, expressing physically where your words failed you. You tangled your fingers into his wet hair, kissing him all over his face repeatedly. 

“Thank you, Satoru.” you sob and he smiles, continuing to soothe you as you cry while smiling. 

It won’t be easy, but you’ll be free. 

You held each other for a while, enjoying each other's comforts, smiling like idiots in the warm rain. It was a new beginning for you, one that was uncertain, but you would happily run toward it a never look back. 

[flymetosnarryland]

A little progress.

I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.

(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)

I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.

Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.

I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.

So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? 😂

Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.

I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.

That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.