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claymorexpunisher · 5 months
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Imagine trusting a man enough to let yourself be the perfect ✨passenger seat princess✨ at least 98% of the time.
Wonder what that’s like…
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comphetthings · 1 year
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liking animated boys more than real ones
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me: okay im pretty tired so im just gonna find something light to watch
video about the rms laconia: exists
me: oh hey, i know that one pretty well, i wont end up angry crying about it this time. clicks on video
an hour later
me: is angry crying about it this time
#kai rambles#...listen#ive said like ten thousand times that im a ship person but not a warship person#but i know about a fairly decent amount of them#mostly because a lot of liners got requisitioned on ww1 or ww2#or were secretly helping the war effort like lusitania#so like i know about lusitania or the captain or hood or sydney etc.#olympics dazzle paint for the war effort is actually a really cool topic#but like#obviously a lot of warship stories are very tragic like the uss indianapolis#and the laconia#but the laconia is just like being punched over and over and over again#because even before the disaster youve got italians pows on board who were being treated awfully and someone having to stand up and stop it#them youve alsl got her being unaccompanied on her route despite being a target and needing it because the navy just didnt have the boats#which led to some officers and civilian passengers feeling overconfident because ''we dont need an escort'' and oh yeah there were civilian#specifically the wives and CHILDREN of the sailors or soldiers#and to make it worse shes over 20 years old and needs new boilers and anywhere she goes a giant black cloud of smoke follows from her funne#so shes an easy target which led to her a u-boat torpedoing her and her sinking which also had this thing where they tried to trap the pows#in the ship so everyone else could get off which fuck that and also it was listing so not all the lifeboats could be launched and most were#overcrowded and also there were sharks atfacking them#and then the u-boat is coming nearer but when the captain realises who were on board HE STARTS A RESCUE EFFORT#and he lies to base and manages to organise a rescue with other u-boats (preventing an attack actually) but then hitler gets wind of it and#he cancels that and tells them to leave the survivors to their fates SO THIS GUY DISOBEYS HITLER AND MAKES A DESPERATE CALL IN ENGLISH TO#THE ALLIES ASKING FOR RESCUE PROMISING NOT TO ATTACK IF THEY DONT ATTACK AND GIVING HIS POSITION TO THEM#and they don't even believe it for two days straight but eventually a few more u-boats arrive to help with promises from italy france &#britain to help and like theyve got a 1000 people mostly in lifeboats tied to the u-boats flying the red cross. and in the night the u-boat#on scene get separated and an american bomber arrives on scene and the survivors think rescues coming but then the bomber gets orders#TO SINK THE U-BOAT SO THEY FIRE OFF THREE ATTACKS WITH ONE JUST LANDING WITHIN THE LIFEBOATS KILLING PEOPLE#and the u-boat guy ends up having to leave the scene because hes fearful for his crew now understandably and the survivors just have to wai#for rescue which does come. but wanna know what happened to the bomber and the guy who gave the order? NOTHING. NOT EVEN AN INVESTIGATION
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opens-up-4-nobody · 8 months
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#sometimes u just gotta have a cringe fail weekend. is what i tell myself bc i let the fact that i forgot to check my new#email completely obliterate me. also i haven't been sleeping enough. also just the normal thoughts in my head#by which i mean the part of my brain that demands consequences for inattention by means of suffering. devine punishment.#which is irrational and annoying but knowing that doesnt seem to help. so ive just been laying here in the hopes i come unspooled and start#to disintegrate. which is annoying bc ive got stuff to do#specifically bc i am supposed to b a TA this semester. which is what i figured but also feared#so. thats gonna b a lot. tho not as much as my old school bc they dont make TAs do literally everything here apparently#but. itll b a lot. and also i have to finish signing up for classes. bc i didnt do that back in April by my brain was melting. also i have#to keep doing my job and dealing with my data. ugh. well. being a TA isnt so bad. i do like to help ppl learn even if im not very good at it#like. i struggle with thr talking to ppl part. like the transition of ny thoughts to something thst makes sense#oh well. hope i end up teaching something im not too unqualified for. i could do soils. Ecology. uhhh. maybe intro bio but i never even took#university level biology. i just skipped upper level courses. that's probably it. anything else would b a lotta faking it#ugh. im tired. i should go to sleep at 9pm. thr sun hasbt even set and i should sleep#tomorrow i have to get my shit together. but also i wanna email my new professor like hey bro like what do u want me to do???#like how do i start in this lab? when do we start talking. like just not to b pushy but whats thr procedure?#i like Structure but also its like weeks until the semester starts so we got time. im just a lil nuts#jesus. its gonna b an interesting semester. hopefully fun but uh it is sorta like taking a boat out when u can see big ominous clouds#like im sure ill b fine but also i might get dumped over into a watery grave. i just. i have a lot of papers to write#and its gonna b hard to b a student on top of that. partly bc what im gonna b doing now is almost completely unrelated#which is probably y ppl stick to the same track they stsrt on. that awkward moment when ppl ask u if ur gonna keep working with bi0crust#and ur like uhhhh no fuck that actually the work ive done in the past 4 years makes me hate myself✌️#so we r back at square 1. well not 1 bc its sorta related but its a pretty big reset#itll b fine once things start. its just thr anticipation that kills me#unrelated
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flamboyant-king · 1 year
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Happy New Years!
I hope to show up more often on here with art to share!
Maybe just posting dumb stuff, but I also hope to see y’all more often too. 
\(^o^) Cheers!
#i want to be more disciplined this year and actually work towards something artistically#maybe making more comics or work on a game or improve my art even#maybe sell merch or consistently do commissions. Its so inconsistent because of all my doubt ya know#I gotta be my first fan and love eveything i do#i need to have something to show for my passions before my parents die#or they are gonna die knowing i have not achieved anything. In things they wanted orwhat i wanted#and i want to show them that i believe in myself for once#ive done nothing worth talking about. I have nothing to bring to the dinner table#i have n o t h i n g because no one let me choose what i wanted#My parents will not have anything to be proud of and its theirs and my fault#so i just need to do something. S o m e t h i n g#i could have been something. I could have had anything#but alas. My hands are empty. My legacy is blank. And my future is clouded.#but i need to have love for myself and what i do#i see folks who arent popular who arent that skilled doing things i wish i could do#and they have confidence. They love themselves. They are passionate.#i had passion but i dont have love and i dont have confidence#i tried. I did. I had a year i didnt self depreciate at all. But you know when you get crushed to bits you kind of fall back#for over a decade i wanted to table at an artist alley. For years i wanted to sell merch#for yearsi wanted to make a business card just to be like haha look at me im a professional#i have no confidence in myself. I have no love for myself. I have no faith in myself. Because no one had those for me.#my brothers had some faith in me. But when my wrist just died it just disappeared#they still send me art job openings opportunities contests internships etc#and i never go for it#because i have so little faith in myself that i just dont even try#i just want someone to be there right next to me and help me through it#I want my brother to be there next to me helping me apply. I want my parents with me helping me try#i want my friends with me to guide my hand to that submit button. That apply button.#i think yeah all of my faith died when i couldnt go to art college. They really wanted me i was ready and i applied there all on my own#but no. But no. But nonononono. I need a high paying job like engineering and comouter science
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nblizzieforbes · 1 year
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i hope you all know that when the new nf album comes out, i am likely going to talk about it more than i probably should
#april 7th you are too far away#i probably won't make more than like 1 post if i don't like it but based on the song he released recently i feel like i'm gonna like at#least most of it. (i know probably no one following me listens to him and fair but i'm gonna rant a bit here)#the thing is that his most recent album (clouds) had a good few songs i was just very eh about. like they weren't awful but nt my thing and#the album before was better yknow so i haven't been thinking about waiting for a new album really. kinda mostly forgot about him for a bit#and i just didnt have that much interest in relistening to the old shit even though i like it. and then he released hope and i listened to#it ofc bc i have been kinda waiting but like barely yknow. but the thing is bc of a friend i knew beforehand it'd be a more hopeful (ha)#potentially more happy song then i'm used to from him (for people who don't know are are shockingly reading this literally all of his songs#are sad) and i wasn't looking forward to that change bc i like the sad shit it's relatable and like obviously i was happy for him that he#felt like writing more hopeful music but its just not what i've ever been looking for from him. but i listened to hope and i loved it and#now i'm most definitely waiting for more and have def been reassured about my fears about not liking it. like i wouldn't compare it to any#of his albums bc it doesn't fit but in terms of me liking it it's def like on the level of the perception album or the search album so#that's cool. also i hope more of the songs have as many callbacks and references as hope did (if you listen to nf and are reading this I#LOVED the part where he plays the bit from mansion like jesus. all of hope was so good and i love how much he's grown and i'm so happy for#him and all the references made me so happy) (the my album part i don't like much just bc the conflicting voices fucks with me but i get#the Point of it.) also! 'don't get it twisted that wasn't a shot mama i forgive you i just don't want him to grow up thinking that he'll#never be enough'??? ... i'm definitely the most excited for mama and i truly hope that it's about growth bc i know that i don't know this#person but as someone whos been listening to his music for so long seeing him grow and find happiness and hope is beautiful and going from#'how could you leave us' to even just those lyrics about his son just. god. also by the way after listening to the new song i did go back#and listen to some old ones and the thing is it's been so long since i've listened to most of these that i can't recognize by name alone if#i used to love them. some i kinda can but not most so i'm having to go figure it out with like all of them and i don't like them all but it#is nice to be listening to the ones i used to love bc i'm finding i still very much do and i should've been listening to them more lol#bc they're good!#anyway though. april 7th. i will be posting about lyrics.#alos i know that clouds is considered the mixtape but it's still an album ok. it's close enough at least.
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teruthecreator · 1 year
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spent all of work watching season 2 of mp100 and livetexting it to hartley and yeahhhh. season 2 is still my favorite season out of all three despite the back-to-back agony of the mogami and separation arcs
#ignorance cloud on#i just love seeing mob develop his own identity and like. genuinely make change! and everyone around him is doing it too#and w the world domination arc its just so fucking cool to see everyone band together and u can literally see With Your Eyes how mob#has impacted all of these people's lives by how they fight and strategize and defend mob#ALSO REIGEN!!!!!!! MY GOD HIS CHARACTER ARC IS SO GOOD IN SEASON 2#end of separation arc literally makes me cry every time#ive watched it twice now and even tho i KNOW whats happening i still cant help but cry#as reigen says 'youve really grown up' FOLLOWED SHORTLY AFTER W MOB CALLING REIGEN A GOOD PERSON#ITS LIKE. UGH. UGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i texted this to hartley in my teary haze but i love that part especially#because for a while i think reigen believed the only way he could securely become Somebody was through fame or infamy#which is why he didnt mind being a shady guy if it meant climbing the socio-economic ladder faster#but even he was getting bored w his own tricks until MOB SHOWED UP#and from that moment forward reigen BECAME somebody. he was somebody to MOB#AND HE WAS MAKING A DIFFERENCE TO MOB#and during the press conference reigen finally realizes like. hes been doing all of this for mob. bc he cares abt mob#and he values mob's opinion above all else bc even under all his tricks he just wanted mob to think he was cool and important#bc he had never felt that before. and then when mob tells reigen hes a good person despite the lies and bullshit reigen REALIZES#THAT HES ALWAYS BEEN SOMEBODY. HE NEVER NEEDED FAME OR MONEY OR INFAMY OR ANYTHING#BC AS MUCH AS HE'S BEEN AFFECTED BY MOB. MOB HAS BEEN AFFECTED BY HIM#WHICH MEANS HE HAS IMPORTANCE AND HE'S MADE GREAT CHANGE AND IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE GLOBAL#IT CAN JUST BE THE CHANGE HE MAKES IN HIMSELF. AND TO SOMEONE ELSE.#AND THATS TRULY THE MOMENT I THINK LIKE. EVERYTHIGN CONNECTS#AND REIGEN REALIZES HE CANT LIVE HIS LIFE WITHOUT HIS LITTLE SIDEKICK AND HES SO PROUD AND#AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH REIGEN ARATAKA FATHER OF THE YEAR....#anyway. ahem. if i had to rank seasons from favorite to least favorite itd be: 2 1 3
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everybodysaycbx · 2 years
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alright I Must Ask. top 5 songs on both xoxo and exodus. maybe even top 5 exo songs in in general 😙
ERINN YOU ARE SO CRUEL TO ASK THIS OF MEEEEEEEEEEE
literally the hardest decision ive ever made in my life. i hope you revel in the mental anguish youve bestowed upon me.
so in no particular order bc picking a top 5 was hard enough fjchjzhqjshxquzh
top 5 xoxo songs:
1. peter pan
2. dont go
3. baby dont cry
4. 3.6.5
5. wolf
top 5 exodus songs:
1. hurt
2. what if...
3. exodus
4. my answer
5. call me baby
top 5 exo songs of all time:
1. lucky
2. peter pan
3. unfair
4. 24/7
5. fall
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notquiteaghost · 2 years
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i love redactle so much... angle i guessed today's thru is insane
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sureallavnder · 3 months
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mine - Theodore Nott
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You and Theo had been dating for the best part of your time at hogwarts, now being in your final year everyone knew better than to flirt with you not because you were taken but because Theo would most likely beat them up.
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
It was a dusty grey afternoon at Hogwarts and Theo had been gripping your thighs and waist all day. Finally taking a break to light a cigarette he turned around as to not hit you with the intense cloud.
But just as he did that, Ravenclaw Jude from your Transfiguration class beckoned you to come over and thinking nothing of it, as you knew him quite well, you told Theo you'd be right back and that you were just going to the otherside of the courtyard.
Thing is Theo knew better and waited to see if what he thought was about to happen would come true.
As you made your way over to where the Ravenclaw boy was leaning against the cold stone pillars.
''You look bloody beautiful'' he said quite bravely knowing Theo was staring at him intensley.
''...Thanks i guess'' you replied a bit confused
Jude made his way towards you aiming to put a hand on your waist.
You couldn't quite believe he was doing this especially with your boyfriend standing just across the stones.
Theo saw this move and after puffing from his cigarette to make sure he didnt kill the guy, stormed over. Spinning you round to face him, he grabbed your jaw with every intention, and forcefully pressed his lips onto yours roughly making out with you.
But Theo wasn't done his hand made its way to your ass and he gripped as hard as he could making sure to leave bruises for you to see the next day.
''mine'' he growled in your ear but loud enough for Jude to hear him.
With a huff the fed up Ravenclaw walked away.
''Theo what on earth?'' you questioned him.
''Well,'' he said thinking ''you're mine and he was hitting on you. Can't be letting anyone think they can get away with it... especially you.'' he groaned the last part to make it very clear he was going to teach you a lesson later.
part 2 18+
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gunnerfc · 4 months
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Stuck | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader
summary: you get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who you haven't spoken to since the break up
warnings: a tad suggestive and angsty
wc: 1352
author note: all translations are from google, sorry if they aren't 100% accurate!!
You sighed as you slammed your car door, the exhaustion from training having affected you more than normal. Perhaps it was because your mind was busy racing with thoughts of your ex-girlfriend and how upset you were with her rather than football. Entering the lobby of your building, too engrossed in responding to a text message from Patri to see you weren’t the only person waiting for the elevator.
“Tienes que estar bromeando. (you got to be kidding me.)” you heard a familiar voice huff as the elevator arrived. 
You glanced up from your phone, coming face to face with the person who's been clouding your thoughts. You rolled your eyes at the midfielder, moments like these are the downfalls of living in the same building as Alexia.
You ignored her comment as you both entered the elevator, hitting your respective floor numbers. The two of you stood as far away as you could in the enclosed space, both still too pissed at the other to even make small talk about training or the upcoming weekend game. 
The elevator made it seven floors from the lobby before you felt it jerk and halt in its place. The lights flickered off before coming back on. You and Alexia shared a concerned glance as you both realized the elevator got stuck. Of course, you would get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who refused to even talk to you after the breakup.
“ay dios mío. (oh my god.)” you heard the blonde mumbled, irritation laced her words.
You mocked her words quietly already over your current predicament. From the corner of your eye, you saw Alexia look your way, anger written all over her face.
“¿Tiene usted un problema? (do you have a problem?)” Alexia growled, not wanting to be here anymore than you do. 
“Sí, estoy atrapada aquí contigo. (yeah, I'm stuck in here with you.)” You responded, your words coming out harsher than you meant, but you didn’t care how they affected Alexia.
The two of you have yet to have any sort of conversation post break-up unless it was on the pitch, but even then it was never more than what was needed. Alexia wouldn’t give you a chance to ask why she had broken up with you, which just added to your anger towards the captain. Alexia had decided to break up with you on what seemed like a whim, ending the two-year relationship like it meant nothing to her.
Alexia didnt respond, instead making an effort to call the lobby to let them know the elevator was stuck. The quicker it gets moving again, the quicker she can get away from you. She knew it wasn’t fair to at least give you an explanation for breaking up with you, but even she knew her answer would be stupid. Alexia was nervous about people potentially finding out about your relationship and thought the best thing to do was just end the relationship. She knew it was dumb but she couldn’t tell you that. Instead, she let you hate her.
You, in your best effort to ignore the blonde, went back to the conversation you were having Patri. It wasn’t helping though, hearing Alexia angrily talk to the man on the other end of the phone was doing something to you. You hadn't been with anyone since the breakup and it was starting to mess with you. Maybe had you taken Ona’s advice of hooking up with someone one time, you wouldn't be so affected by your ex-girlfriend.
Alexia huffed as she hung up, clearly in a worse mood after the call. You tried to keep your eyes locked on your phone and not Alexia’s clenched jaw. You gave her a good two minutes, thinking she would at least tell you what was said, but it never came.
“Well?” you broke the silence, seeing as the midfielder was not going to.
Alexia turned her head slightly towards you, an eyebrow raised as if she wasn't expecting you to speak, almost as if she had forgotten you were also stuck in the elevator. 
“Están trabajando en eso. No saben cuándo se solucionará. (they are working on it. they do not know when it will be fixed.)” the blonde stated, the anger ever present in her voice. You roll your eyes, though not directed at her but at the lack of information surrounding your situation.
“Si sigues haciendo eso, se quedarán atascados. (if you keep doing that, they will get stuck.)” Alexia chastised, eyes focused on the door of the elevator.
“¿Te importaría? (would you care?)” you shot back, irritation starting to grow the longer you stand in the unmoving elevator.
“Y/N…” the blonde groaned, knowing that the two of you could go on for days arguing with each other. 
As frustration grew between the two of you, so did the pent-up tension of not speaking and unanswered questions. You went back and forth in your mind, debating if you should ask Alexia why she broke up with you now that she had no way of leaving.
"seeing as we have nothing else to do, will you finally tell me why you broke up with me?" you didn't bother switching languages, knowing the blonde would understand what you asked.
"¿Podemos por favor no hacer esto, y/n? (can we please not do this, y/n?)" Alexia said, throwing her head back with a groan. 
"¿por qué no? No es que tengamos nada más que hacer. (why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do) " you quickly responded, fully turning to face your ex-girlfriend. 
Alexia lifted her head back and turned to face you and it seemed like the walls were closing in the longer the two of you held eye contact.
"no." 
"sí."
"no!"
"ye-" You weren't able to keep the argument going as your back was suddenly up against the side of the elevator. 
Alexia's hands were tightly holding your waist, keeping you locked between her body and the wall of the elevator. you struggled to control your breathing, having missed having her hands on you. 
Alexia's lips moved closer to yours, giving you time to push her away if you wanted to. Instead, you moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her into a searing kiss. The weeks of being apart evident in how heated the kiss was. The grip Alexia had on your waist tightened, pulling a small moan from your lips. 
Alexia’s lips moved their way over your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small nips as she went. Your head was tilted back against the siding you pressed against, small pants leaving your mouth as Alexia left love bites wherever she wanted. 
Just as she pulled her away from your back, the elevator jolted to life, but neither of you made an effort to move away from each other. Alexia’s hands remained on your waist, your hand that was around her neck moving to rest against her chest. You could feel how fast her heart was beating under your palm. You could feel your own heart beating just as fast and you sure Alexia was aware as well.
The elevator dinged as it reached Alexia’s floor, she lived two floors down from you. As the doors opened, the blonde made no effort to detach herself from you. Alexia had taken too long to exit the elevator as the doors started to close again. 
Before they could fully close, Alexia moved to stick her hand in between them, forcing them open once more. Now standing in between the doors, halfway in the elevator, halfway in the hallway, the blonde stuck her hand out for you to take.
“¿quieres seguir? (do you want to continue?)” Alexia offered, a small smirk gracing her lips.
You took her hand without thinking letting her lead you down the familiar hallway, you could be angry at her the midfielder tomorrow. Right now, you were more concerned with the ache between your legs and how Alexia was going to take care of it.
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soft-and-lush · 1 year
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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Pairing: Tarzan!Abby x Explorer!Reader (Tarzan AU)
Minors DNI
(Warnings, 18+ ONLY): DubCon, 6'6 Abby, Owen, Thoughts of drowning, Mentions of death, Sexually touched while unconscious, Forced orgasm, Size difference, Manhandling, Possessive!Abby, Angst, And also Fluff -(Because Abby is a little fucking golden retriever.)
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Summary: Reader and her friend Nora were offered to go exploring at Sea. Agreeing to it, she didnt think she'd end up on her way to an Island that was said to have many riches reside there. On her way there, a horrific storm spontaneously bombarded her and her friends boat. When she awakes from the aftermath of the shipwreck, she didnt think that she'd awaken to a soft giant trying to take care of her.
Word Count: 5,036
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You knew you shouldn't have listened to him.
Now you are suffering the fallout of his choices.
This was no ordinary storm.
You weren't able to see over the monstrous waves.
The moon tries to slip through the growing storm clouds, cascading against the powerful rain that continues to pelt your body.
The waves were nearly tipping the boat over on itself.
The wind causes aggressive whistles through the growing cold air.
But all you could hear was the horrific screams of your friends over the grumble of thunder.
With no choice but to continue being whisked away, you unwillingly drift into darkness.
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You were talking and laughing with Nora who was sitting across from you, currently shoving scrambled eggs into her mouth. Her being your best-friend, you didn't want to do this alone. So when you asked her to come with you to explore the world, she beamed with exhilaration and agreed.
You were sitting in a small restaurant, having a nice breakfast before you all planned to go back out to explore the island for the rest of the day.
Suddenly, you’re shoved harshly in the shoulder. Quickly being shushed, you stopped talking, and dropped the smile on your face. You look over at Owen as your right hand comes up to grip your shoulder.
You haven't even known this guy for a full month, and don't really want to.
Manny insisted on him coming, only because Owen had begged him and mentioned there was ‘enough room on the boat for 4, anyway.’
Manny offered you to come with him during one of the many parties that was being held at the last place you had been visiting. You had been sitting next to one another in front of a growing bonfire, drinking and having fun.
Seeing his aquatic and sail ship tattoos across his body all while hearing the way he spoke about the sea for hours, gave you comfort in knowing he had no ill will in his offer.
It also helped that he had a really good sense of humor, making it easy to talk and get along with him.
Nora slowed her chewing, bringing her head up from being slumped over her plate, and darted her eyes to Owen in question. Manny brought his white cup of coffee down from his mouth and set it down lightly.
“What?” Manny said in a hushed voice. “Listen!” He whispered, widening his eyes while nodding his head to the side, referencing the occupied booth behind him.
“-well once they heard about all the money on that island, they went straight there. And no ones seen them since.” said a feminine voice.
“Lia, this isn't anything new. Once tourists come around here and hear about it, they hear money and that's all they think about.” replied a deeper voice.
“That place is littered with it, .. wouldn't you want to go out there and try?” ‘Lia’ asked as she made her utensil clink against her plate.
As she gets no answer back, she sighs. “How much even is it anyway? Does anyone even know?” You hear a sip being taken, “I don't know Lia, thousands? Maybe millions? I don't think anyone would just go out there for a few hundred.” He said, sounding irritated.
Owen brings his hands out and shakes them aggressively, widening his eyes at the 3 of you.
“Its sad, those people haven't been seen in weeks, how do they even know the money’s still out ther-” Lia was interrupted.
Owen shot up from his seat and turned around to the couple, “Hey! Uhm, I'm Owen.” he greets and gives an eager and eerie smile to them. Causing him to look like a creep hovering at their table.
The couple stopped and looked up towards him. “I don't mean to interrupt but, my friends and I-” Pointing over his shoulder to the 3 of you, forcing you all to give a short wave, “-overheard you talking about an island?” He continues to smile, waiting for them to reply.
When they just continue staring at him, he continues.
“We were wondering, how might you get there? We’re just traveling, exploring really! Nothing too serious.” He laughed out, waiting for them to join in. They don't.
“Uh..Well, I mean, I wouldn't really recommend that.” The guy, sounding as if he was wincing, replied. Owen scoffed, “Why not?” he urges.
“There've been many people that have ventured out there before, and we haven't really seen them come back around again. We have many bad storms around these parts, just like tonight.”
“I think we can handle a little storm.” Owen snorts out an obnoxious laugh and glances at you guys. “Maybe you can just draw the best way we can get there? -Oh! I have a map!” He turned around bending down under the table, bringing his bag out.
As he frantically searches through his bag, the 3 of you make eye contact with the couple behind you awkwardly. You smile at them apologetically.
“Got it!” Owen laughs out, He walks to the table and stops.
“Lemme just-” He grabs the plates on their table and clatters them together, moving them to make room. He places the map on the free space. “Do you mind?” He shoves the sharpie into the guy's face.
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The storm came out of nowhere, one minute it was a bright, sunny evening, and now it seemed as if the world was being flooded.
“Get the life vests!” Someone screams through the frightful wind.
Everyone scrambles on the deck of the boat, trying to not fly off of it, straight into the disastrous waves. You grab one sliding by your feet and yank it over your head, legs being jerked back as you tighten the straps and snap it together.
“The wind sails! Close the wind sails!” Manny screamed out, while holding onto the side of the boat. Owen stammers up to the ropes, trying to pull them closed against the wind. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, trying with all his might to get them to move.
But the wind was just too powerful, keeping them straight out. As you look over to him, your eyes waver to behind him, narrowing and then shooting open.
Your eyes connect with a catastrophic wave coming rapidly towards the boat, you let out a scream of terror. It crashes into the boat, flipping you all over, making everyone fling off and into the water aggressively.
You try swimming up to the surface of the water, but keep getting pulled down dramatically. The life vest tries doing its best at pulling you up and above the water.
You keep a hold of your breath, but start to become erratic with fear, flaily your arms trying to swim up. With a last resort push, you pop up above the water.
You open your mouth wide as your lungs thank you dramatically for the air. You keep your mouth wide trying to get as much air as you can, but you keep getting interrupted by water trying to invade it, making you choke and splutter every few seconds.
A large flash of lightning streaks through the dark and scary clouds, finishing with an earth shattering ‘BOOM’ rippling across the sky.
You blink rapidly looking in every which way screaming in terror, “Nora! Nora, where are you!”
You get swept with the waves, your body being brought closer to the boat.
As you turn to look for any sign of anyone bobbing above the water, your head aggressively bangs straight into the side of one of the many poles of the sinking boat.
Your head hangs back and your body goes limp, meanwhile the vest keeps you above the water. Your head is scorching with pain as if your brain jumped and slammed straight into your skull, causing your eyes to go blurry, forcing them to roll back into your head.
The sounds of someone shouting out was the last thing you hear before your mind drifts away along with the current.
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You feel your body sway as you lay limply while your mind swims.
Your temple lay’s against warm skin, your ear close to the pitter patter of a heart beat.
Not really having enough strength to move your body, or even open your eyes, instead of trying to move, you opted to mutter a quiet “Nora?...” The grip around you tightens once hearing your voice call out, and their heart races at a quicker beat.
You feel the back of your head buzz with tenderness as your voice hums the name.
Your eyes might’ve been closed but all you saw was a blinding light. You think the light is what's causing your skin to sizzle with warmth..
As you feel yourself being carried, the light starts to dim very low. At first you were barely able to hear the pad of their feet, now you hear creaks as the feet saunter up into somewhere less bright.
You’re then lowered, being set onto something decently soft. Groaning out as you settle against whatever you were on.
Before you can wonder about anything else you feel a rough finger press over your eyelid, then drag across it, out to your hairline. “Who?.. I can't.. Think.” You mumble slowly, your head pounds with soreness. The finger stops at your words, pulling away.
You clench your brow as you feel a hand slowly start to caress your face gently, as if it’ll break beneath their fingers. They trace at your eyebrows, bringing them down your nose bridge and to your pouty lips. They linger there.
You feel them slowly drag your bottom lip down, and then let it pop back. You sense a presence come close to your face, followed by warm huffs of air cascading over your lashes. You then detect the gentle touch of hair swiping over your cheeks.
Your lips are suddenly met with a stiff kiss, unmoving as if they have no clue what they’re performing. The mouth retracts as you feel the rough touches drag down your chin, then jaw, and to the little sliver of neck that peeks out over the life vest.
You feel the hand withdraw from you yet again but you don't have time to linger on why the touch deserted, as you feel the harshful shake that goes straight to your head.
The person lets out a deep growl as they rip the life vest down the middle with their bare hands. Causing your entire body to jerk with the motion.
You feel a hand go under the back of your head, cupping it softly, lifting it. They yank the life vest from under your head. You sigh as your neck sits in a better position for resting.
The hand resumes its antics, grazing your collarbone with a feather-like touch. The fingers move as if they’re curious, exploring you. They lower to your bikini covered breast, slowly pulling it below your nipple, exposing you.
“Hey, wait..who’re-” you stop and gasp as they take it into their large hand.
They grope it, as if testing the feel of it in their palm. A thumb brushes over your nipple, causing it to react and harden.They let go as they continue trailing their hand down your chest leading to your stomach.
‘What's going on? Am I dreaming?.. This feels… too real’ Your mind is frenzied as if it was going through waves, trying to find what it needed, to fully wake up.
Rough fingers connect with your soft belly, tickling you, making you shiver. When the touch lowers even more, it stops above your light bikini bottoms as they notice the fabric is tight against you, outlining your puffy lower lips.
The fingers go to the side of them, pushing the crotch over, allowing them a view of your bare and shimmering cunt.
Your hips shift from the sudden exposure. You let out a hum as you try to straighten your mind out.
Suddenly, your slippery parts were being glided through, making you let out a soft sigh. The feeling of the caress dulls out the ache in your head.
Your bundle of nerves started being rolled beneath the pads of the fingers. Your lower back twitches against the touch.
They stop their motion as they start gliding them through you again, catching their fingertips on your drooly entrance. You feel them slowly slide 2 fingers in, you clench roughly around them from the intrusion. The broad digits stretch your walls greatly. Causing you to let out a throaty moan.
After hearing your reaction, they start moving them, the motion slightly uneven. As if they’ve never performed the act on another person.
You let out a sharp gasp as they start moving them around, as though they were studying all of your insides.
The rhythm quickly starts picking up, angling up against the roof of your cunt, hitting something devastating. Your knees feel like they’re trembling as you bring your hips to connect with the harsh slams of thrusts.
You hear your own dirty squelches fill your ears as you continue to get stuffed roughly.
Your breathing starts to become quicker as you feel the pull of euphoria in your lower tummy.
Suddenly, you were hit just right by the generously large fingers, causing you to gush all over them.
Cumming hard with a cry, you clench and twitch around the hand. You wait for the thrusts to slow and stop, only, they don't stop, they continue crashing into you. You whimper as your body shivers with intensity.
“Can’t-n-no more!” You scream, eyes flying open as you jerk away.
Sight blurred and uneven as you try adjusting your fuzzy vision.
You feel them pull out suddenly, making you wince. They crawl up your body to straddle you quickly. They plant their hands on either side of your head as they lean and hover over you, focusing on your face.
As your eyes finally start to focus, the only thing you can really see is a halo of gold, cascading above you. ‘I'm dead, I'm actually fucking dead’. You think.
The halo starts moving, and as your eyes start becoming less blurry they finally focus, and instead of meeting your ultimate demise, you realize it's someone's head.
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You suddenly realize you should begin lifting your limbs and actually start to control them, you go to shove the person off of you. Your wrists are quickly snatched and slammed into the hard surface you’re laying on by the very large person above you.
You try moving your lower body as if to flip them off of you, but they dont even move an inch from the shoves you give, they just grunt. Body heavily set on top of yours like an anchor.
“No! Please!” you squeal out, trying to fight back, flailing your body and straining it against the person. “No?” You hear a confused voice grunt out.
You stop your thrashing but continue to keep your body stiff in anticipation, “What!?” you harshly asked, anxiousness wavering your voice. Your frightened glossy eyes look up at the person that was trapping you. “Ple-ase?” they repeat your words brokenly, still sounding confused.
Your eyes connect with a pair of blue eyes, their pupils blown out and wild. They look down at you with intensity and wonder. Their head turned to the side, like a curious puppy. Blonde hair hanging down around both of your faces like a curtain.
It was bright enough in, well, wherever you were. Allowing you to notice the prominent nose attached to this person littered with freckles following into a large scar on their left cheekbone. Their face was beaded with sweat from the heat, causing the cheeks to twinge with pink. Wild hairs forming the thick brows and light peach fuzz littered across their top lip.
Your face lowers, eyes following your movement as you look down at the body on yours. Small exposed breasts hang down from their toned chest. Dropping lower, you follow the dark hair starting from their belly button, trailing down to their center.
Why the fuck were they naked?
All the while you feel their eyes run over your face continuously, taking you in just as much as you were, them.
Your body shakes with adrenaline as you look side to side to where your wrists are pinned at your head by large, strong hands. Your eyes follow up their arms, also tanned and freckled, eyes easily catching on the veins popping out, due to the large muscles forcing them to the surface.
Drawing your gaze back to the person's face, you reply stiffly, “Let go please.” When they don't, and continue to look down at you in curiosity, you ask again. “Please?” You nod and say desperately as you slightly move your wrists, indicating to let go.
They blink at you. They glance slowly back and forth to your wrists as a look of confusion makes its way onto their face. Bringing their attention back to you they slowly let go and sit back on their knees.
Ok, maybe they do understand.. Just a little? There must be other people around to help you.
You rake your eyes down at their bare center, and then glance at the thick thighs currently covering yours. Although they were only kneeling, it looked like they were towering high above you with their monstrous frame. You start moving your hips up in a bucking motion, trying to get out from under them awkwardly.
You stop as you hear a deep and heavy sigh. Your eyes dart up to their face, The once wide blue eyes now lazily lidded, buff chest heaving while their belly flexes up from the contact you impose between their legs.
“Can I move?” You’re unsure if it even matters what you say anymore. You’re just hoping that they’ll catch the hint.
Bringing a hand down gently to their thigh, you shove lightly at it, nodding up to them. Catching on, they climb off of you slowly, keeping their intense gaze on you as they wearily shuffle away,
With a slight frown, they settle near you, allowing enough room for your own space.
You sit up lazily with a grunt, bringing a hand to your head while wincing. You look around, taking in your surroundings.
Miscellaneous items lay scattered around. You see random everyday objects littered here and there while also spotting some, at least it looks like, handmade belongings.
When you bring your eyes straight ahead, you see the front of the house you were sitting in had the door set propped open, holding a perfect view of the shoreline. It looked as if it was all made easily by hand out of bamboo. Amongst other things you couldn't quite decipher.
You could tell it was close to sun down while staring off outside.
Close to sun down? It was just night out.. How long have I been asleep?
I need to find someone that can actually understand me. No. First i need to figure out where the fuck i even am. Your mind races.
“Where are we?” You look at them, seeing they’re already staring back at you. As if they would miss something if they looked away. They only blink at you. “Here?” You point down, then bring your hand up and wave it while giving a confused gesture.
Although they sat in a squat hunkered down, their large body took up a lot of room. Their hair was messily in their face, bright strands covering their breasts from being hunched. Bringing a tan hand down, they tapped the ground twice “Mine.”
“Ok..” You nod. “Who are.. You?” You say gently and bring your index up and point at them. The blonde’s eyes widened while their eyebrows raised in excitement, bringing their hands up to point to themselves. “Girl.” She replies while nodding with joy.
You nod in disbelief. She really didn't understand you. When you nod, she smiles excitedly back. “Me, girl!” she grunts out again, happy that at least you understand her.
She turns to a basket of plucked flowers, reaching in and grabbing a small yellow one, She puts her palms to the floor, carefully holding the flower as she starts shuffling closer to you, she brings her free hand out to pat your chest.
“You, girl?” her head lolls to the side with naivety. You nod, “Yes i-i am” You then say your name, “Y/n” pointing to yourself.
She tries to slowly sound it out, not really getting it at first. You shake your head gently when she gets it wrong the first time. But then smile and nod when she finally says it correctly. Her eyes glaze over in joy as she laughs.
She brings the flower up to your cheek, softly dragging it across your skin in admiration. “Y/n flower.” It tickles you causing you to huff a small laugh, she then brings it to your lap. Gently setting it onto your thigh.
She liked making you smile. It felt like she needed to make you smile.
The blonde brings her hand to your wrist tugging it up to her own face to set it there. she leans into your palm and just smiles.
She brings her face closer to yours, breathing deeply in and then letting it go with a sigh.
Her hand comes up and grabs your hair in a tight fist, surprising you, causing you to let out a sharp yelp.
Her grip on your hair loosens slightly as her right hand flies up to grip your chin firmly, squishing your cheeks together. She turns your face back and forth looking for what had made you react that way.
Her face was hard, causing her eyebrows to furrow and pupils to shine. Realizing how scary she can be when she becomes serious, you try disputing the situation.
Your hand comes to wrap around her wrist that was holding your hair, “Its ok!” You said with a muffle, caused by her large hand devouring your cheeks. “Just be.. Gentle.” Your eyes soften while you bring her hand down. As she opens her mouth to say something she’s interrupted by a low grumble, coming straight from your stomach.
As your eyes cast down, you notice yourself indecent, eyes widening in alarm, you shoot your hand down to cover your breast, and pull your bikini back over your oddly sticky center.
At least the water didn't sweep my clothes away …it seems like it tried though.
Although she didn't like the loss of your touch, her eyes look down to your middle, her hand leaves your face to cover your belly, petting it, having the urge to sooth it. She stares at where her hand sits, nodding at it, thinking.
“Eat.” She says as her eyebrows widen in realization.
She lets her hands drop from you as she stands up quickly. Her towering frame looked frightening, especially from your view point from the floor. Your eyes cast slightly down, connecting with her bare toned butt, you look away quickly. She paces frantically as she tries thinking of what to get for you.
It must not be uncommon, her being exposed like this. At Least you assume so, from her not rushing to cover herself up from your wandering eyes.
She looks over the room, becoming frustrated as she doesnt see what she was hoping to.
She turns and stands in front of you, making you come eye level with her hairy womanhood.
Flaring her arms out at you, “You no go.” pausing shortly, but then continues “You stay.” finishing with a stern voice. You look up to her and nod slightly, staying put.
She starts walking backwards with her arms out towards the door, watching to see if you’re going to follow. When you don't, her mouth shuts and she nods, turning quickly she runs out, darting to the left.
You wait for what it feels like forever, watching the sun come down quicker as the time goes by. Hearing nothing but what sounds like a nice breeze shuffling through the leaves of trees outside. You start feeling the breeze as it blows through the front door of the stranger's home.
Maybe I should go look to see if anyones around. Yknow, for someone that can actually understand me. They can tell me where I am, and.. If they’ve seen my friends.
You talk to yourself, trying to come up with a plan.
The girl still isn't back. She’ll probably understand if I start heading out, she probably knows I need to go and find help. I mean.. She found me unconscious and brought me here to her home, she must’ve known I wasn't alright. You tried reasoning with yourself, not wanting to hurt the energetic giant.
You pluck the yellow gift off of your thigh, standing up and setting it down where you had sat.
I’ll come back here once I find someone, and thank the girl for saving me from, well, wherever she found me. You nod to yourself in thought, not wanting yourself to come across as ungrateful from her saving you. You tell yourself you’ll come back.
Walking to the open door, you peek your head out. You look to the right, the direction she had rushed in. Seeing no sign of her, your eyebrows crease. You look to the left, as something catches your eyes, you squint to focus.
You step out onto the handmade built deck, the tough breeze makes your hair fly in every which way. Walking out and off the bamboo flooring, you step out onto the sand, walking closer to what you were seeking.
As you got closer, you noticed large broken pieces of wood and what seemed like a torn white flag sticking up from the sand, blowing with the breeze. Your eyes fill up with dread.
This looks familiar.
You continue walking down the shore line, looking for anybody who you might be able to spot.
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The burly blonde comes back shuffling her feet through the sand, holding not handfuls of bananas, but Armfuls.
‘Flower is hungry. She will hurt no more’ she thought with determination on her face. Stepping up the slight ramp to her home, she pauses in the doorway. Her eyes quickly darted all over the room looking for you, zeroing in on the yellow flower she had gifted before you.
She lets the bananas fall to the floor with a loud roar. She rushes over to the flower and picks it up, holding it close to her face staring at it. ‘Flower left. Not safe. Find her.’ She drops the little yellow sun and bolts out the door gritting her teeth into a snarl.
She frenzied her head from left to right, looking for any sign of you. She brings her eyes down and see’s footprints leading down the shore. Frowning deeply, she rushes to follow them in a quick jog. The prints stop at the water, turning to the ever growing dark jungle.
The soft giant didn't have time to set up the fires she usually had lit by now, set around her home to ward off unwanted beings. At night it usually made the jungle seem like an abyss of darkness that never really seemed to end.
When she goes to call out for you, she’s quickly beat to it as she hears a “Is anyone out there!.. Hello?.. I need help!” Her eyes pop open and her head shoots to the direction of the shouts.
‘Help. Help my Flower.’
She rushes to the growing darkness as she jumps over large vines and dodges rocks. Putting her hands out to push herself quicker against tree trunks, closer to your cries. “Hello?” The blonde stops, hearing you closer than ever. You hadn't gone too far in.
She grunts as her eyes finally settle on you. You look at her wearily, “Why did you follow me?” You said in a soft voice. She just stares at you with a deep frown. “Leave?” The blue eyed girl ignores you and shakes her head at you in question.
“I'm sorry.. I just need to find my friends." You press earnestly, “I don't remember what happened. I don't know if they could be hurt.” You try to explain but knowing from the other words you had shared earlier, you expect her to not really know what you're saying anyway, making the point feel moot.
You drop your shoulders in defeat. ‘There's no way I'm finding them tonight.’ You let out a sigh, and look up to her. “Go back?” you simply say, nodding and pointing back towards her home.
She reaches out to your wrist and grips it, but stops shortly as her gaze focuses on the air in between you both, following the light buzzing noise moving erratically in the air. You go to move back and flee, as to not disturb it, not wanting it to try and attack.
But she stops you, “Buh-Bee” She stutters out. “Yeah.. a bee.” You say, not looking at it. Rather, you keep your eyes focused on the girl before you.
She looks at you quickly before drawing her gaze away, following the bee buzzing through the air. “Uh-bee” she recited back exactly how you said it.
As you look at her, you realize that calling her “Girl” just didn't feel right. She needed a name, and as your eyes scan her face you become stumped. What would fit her?
As you start to try and think of names, all you hear are her mutters while she fixates on the insect. She continues to mutter ‘Uh-bee’ every few seconds. You feel her grip on your wrist start moving, in a soothing gesture. It seemed like she didn't even notice herself doing it.
Hmm..She was kind of like a bee.. She was soft and fuzzy, but could be dangerous when she needed to.
Maybe.. You’ll call her bee? ‘mm-mm’ You shook your head as you thought about it.
“Uh-bee?” she looked at you with innocent eyes. It clicked in your head.
Abby. You’ll call her Abby.
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Helloooo, thanks for reading. I'm hoping to expand on this AU a SHIT ton. And i would love it if you guys helped me, just send me an ask if you want and we can start building this universe together. I feel like some of its a little sloppy, but i'll go back and fix stuff probably. Anyway love you!
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memospacexx · 5 months
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If you can and want to, would you please do another Mammon request? One of his personal fizzies got pushed off his web for clapping for Fizzerolli. Maybe the reader is the replacement fizzie (or maybe the other Fizzie who held his popcorn and fan) and it’s all about their experiences attending to Mammon at home and at Mammon Theatre?
From my understanding; your asking for a what if! What if reader was one of the fizzbots, this will be short but i can do another version if asked <3
HELLUVA BOSS SPOILERS FOR THE NEWEST EPISODES!
(Sorry for spelling mistakes :(()
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Sitting on the spiderweb-like chair, you stare in amusement, the new contestants this year were surley an intresting group
With a sigh you look over to your left, a robo-fizzie, it looked back at you with a smile, not that it can do anything but smile.
You were about to say something till a cloud of smoke appeared and a familiar green smoke and a familiar ‘cha-ching!’ Sound was heard
You waved your hand over your face, getting rid of the smoke, with a cough you look up to see mammon, the sin of greed, munching on a drumstick
You raise a brow, wondering where the hell he got that from, but keep quiet, you were there to be his ‘right hand man’ afterall, but you never did any actual work, its just an excuse for mammon to have you in his vision 24/7. Hes quite the possesive prick
“Waddya think bout this year’s contestants sweets?” He says with glee, turning to you, with a ring of bells because of his hat
“Pretty sure Fizzarolli will win again” you say with a hum
Suddenly the popcron you wereholding dissapears from your grasp
“Theres gals down there too, you think they could make it to the finals? Women aint that funny ya know” he says, munching on the popcron
“Dont say that, they could be the new face of your business, who knows” you lightly scold
“Ya just said fizz would winf” he says with a full mouth
“Hey man i cant predict the future” you huff
“Well-“ Mammon was cut off by the sound of singing, the preformance is about to start
He shoves the popcron back into your hand and lays back with a smirk
You roll your eyes and start using the fan you held in your other hand
[time skip to fizz’s FINAL preformance]
“Dont worry folks- im sure Fizzarolli is just getting prepaired for his grand- fuckin preformance-“ mammon says with rage, checking the stage. Suddenly the stage fills with blue smoke, and Fizzarolli appears.
Mammon smirks and teleports back to the web, pulling you closer by the waist and using the fizz as an arm rest
You watched nervously as fizz’s, entertaining yet scary preformance, scary cause hes dissing the SIN of GREED but you look over to the your left, his hand still on your waist, hes laughing. Is he that slow????
“Wonder what all this fuckins about” he jests (haha jester joke)
A small portal appeared, “its about you” Asmodeus says
“Hah??” He says looking back at the closing portal
As the preformance progresses you see where this is going, by the end of it, thats the only time mammon even realized it was about him-
“mammon you sad sack of shit!”Fizz says with no remorse, the crowd goes silent.
Suddenly you hear a crackle of electricity, staring at the angered demon, you gulp, you liked fizz, he was cool, he might die today tho. Yikes
The robofizz to his right claps and he pushes it off the web, you cough into your fist and look away.
He teleports away to argue with fizz, cause apparently that song was his notice. He quits
‘Its about time’ you thought to yourself. Eating the left over popcorn mammon didnt eat (he threw up on the other bot that he pushed down)
You sigh and look down at the shit show that is mammon and Asmodeus arguing.
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auras-moonstone · 2 days
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hiii i rlly love ur writing so if u cld write this i’d actually pass out ‼️
u can pick urself if it’ll be jack, Ethan, hockey player Ethan or even smth else! But what im thinking abt is like where he breaks up with reader because hes convinced he lost his feelings towards her but later on realized he didnt?? Hope u have a good day 🙁
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ all you had to do was stay
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ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.4K
ᡣ𐭩 pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 summary: convinced his feelings are gone, ethan breaks up with y/n. when he wins the championship, he realizes he made a mistake.
ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: heartbreak. angst. make-up. fluff.
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ethan truly thought his feelings for y/n had washed away. but it’s wasn’t until now, looking around the arena for her, having just won the hockey championship, that he realized that maybe he had rushed into conclusions and fucked everything up.
the team went to a bar to celebrate, and while his teammates drank and danced, ethan moped by the bar with a drink in his hand, replaying in his head, like a sad movie scene, the moment he ended things with y/n.
why had he been so stupid? he had set in his mind the idea that hockey should be above everything and anyone else, that it was the only thing that mattered. and not only he had managed to slowly tear the most important bond in his life, but he had also fooled himself into thinking the feelings weren’t there anymore.
“hey, man. i’m going home, tara’s waiting for me. talk to you later?” chad asked.
ethan forced a smile and nodded. “yeah, go. i’m leaving in a few, too.”
chad walked out of the bar, and ethan’s heart reached another level of heaviness. his best friend was going home to celebrate with his girlfriend, he had managed to maintain his relationship while having the exact same responsibilities than ethan. the difference? chad had never failed to find balance and see how important life outside hockey was. ethan hadn’t, and now that hockey was over for a while, he realized he had nothing left.
with an emptiness no amount of drinks could ever fill, he walked back to the dorms, where some people were still on cloud nine from the win. he was congratulated, patted in the back, yet he could not enjoy his win completely. not when the guiltiness and regret lingered heavily over him. was it too late to try get back on track the relationship he had drove off the road?
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the celebration was certainly overwhelming for y/n because everything reminded her of ethan and the way he had locked her out when she was letting him in. hell, she was ready to say the l-word when he pushed her aside. the way he had broken her heart was one she remembered all too well, every word, every expression, every little movement.
ethan hovered over her, standing as she sat on the couch. frown on his face, pained expression, as if the act of letting out the words physically hurt him. “i don’t think i- i’m not sure if i… still have feelings for you. i don’t know, i just, it’s not the same as it was a months ago. it’s as if something is missing.”
“did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that you put hockey first?”
“y/n that’s my future. of course i’m going to put hockey first.”
“sorry, let me rephrase that. did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that hockey is all you care about? because it’s always about that. you have stopped having time for me since you became captain. do you even remember the last time you stayed over? that we went on a date? that we spend time together without you worrying over the championship or some other fucking match?”
“y/n…” he sighed.
“well, i can remember. three months, that was the last time you acted like a boyfriend. something was indeed missing in this relationship. you.”
“hockey is everything to me, y/n/n.”
“yes, and that’s the fucking problem, ethan. your whole life can’t revolve sorely on a sport. but you clearly can’t see that, so this is useless.”
that was the last time she spoke to him, but not the last she had seen him. it was impossible not to do that, he was blackmore’s hockey star, he was fucking everywhere. she, on the other hand, managed to hide in the shadows, so she made sure she stayed hidden and not bump into him. until now.
she was leaving tara’s dorm when her eyes caught his wide frame. her feet became one with the floor, not allowing her to move. like magnet, his attention quickly fell on her.
“y/n” her name fell out of his mouth absentmindedly.
at the sound of his rough voice, she snapped out of her daze. her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. and then his feet kept going until he was standing right before her. was it too much to ask to disappear?
“hi.” he said after a couple of seconds of silence.
“hi.” her soft voice warmed his heart, and he had to put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from bringing her into his arms. “um… congratulations. on the win.”
“thanks.” for the first time in the night, he truly felt like smiling.
“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” why was she still talking to him? her brain screamed ‘get out of here’ while her heart told her to stay.
“i wasn’t feeling it.” ethan shrugged.
y/n frowned. “you… weren’t feeling it? ethan, what are you talking about? you’ve worked so hard for this win.”
ethan let out a humourless laugh. “the funny thing is… it wasn’t until i lifted the cup that i realize that i wasn’t happy with the win.”
the girl blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying. ethan landry, the boy who lived for hockey, was saying he wasn’t happy with winning a championship. what was wrong with the world? “i don’t understand.”
“what is succeeding if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with? that trophy was a reminder of what i pushed away in order to get it. it made me feel miserable.”
“ethan…”
his sad gaze found hers. “what i’m trying to say is that i miss you, and that the win means nothing if you’re not with me. i looked around the stands, you weren’t there and it felt like a punch to the gut.”
she was certainly not ready to hear that. “let me remind you it was what you wanted, you ended it, ethan. you put hockey first, and it got us here.” maybe she was being a bit harsh, especially after he was pouring his heart out.
“i know. fuck. don’t i know it.” he was not going to cry. if y/n somehow managed to find it in her to forgive him, it was not going to be out of pity. but he wanted to sob so badly. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was so fucking blind, and i hurt you.”
hurt was an understatement. ethan had absolutely broke her, and she had been trying to pick up the pieces of the mess he had made.
“i want to punch myself for everything i’ve done. for taking this long to realize i made a huge mistake. i don’t want for my life to revolve around hockey.”
y/n nodded. “that’s a good realization.”
“i don’t know what to say. there’s no justification for what i did, i was stupid and that’s the only truth. i… i want us back.” the anguish was written on his face. “i don’t know what to do to fix it.”
“all you had to do was stay… you had me in the palm of your hand. i would’ve done anything for you.”
“i know, you were too good for me. and i promise you i’ll work everyday to be the person you deserve, if you let me.” he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “i’m never making the same mistake again. i love you. you don’t have to decide now, take as long as you need. i’d wait forever.”
“you know it can’t be like before, right? you can’t keep this relationship in the lowest rank of your priorities.”
“i know, and i won’t. i love hockey, going professional is still my goal but now i know that my dream isn’t only hockey, is having you by my side while i play it.”
y/n slowly broke into a smile. “i would hate to see you succeed without me.” she grimaced as soon as the words clicked. “shit, that sounded so awful. i didn’t mean that i don’t want you to succeed unless you’re with me. that would be so bitchy, and i know you hurt me but i would neve-“
ethan couldn’t help himself, he cut her rambling with a soft kiss. “you’re the absolute cutest. i love it when you ramble.”
“it’s rude to interrupt someone, landry. you need to learn some manners.” she gave him a quick peck. “i guess i’m taking you back, or whatever.”
the hockey player smiled like a little kid and lifted her up on his arms. “i love you. did you know that?”
“i know it now. and i love you, too.” she wrapped her legs around his waist. “now, let’s go celebrate, captain.”
“fuck, yes. i have so many ideas.” the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes made her stomach swirl.
“i’m down for anything if it’s with you.”
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manmuncher777 · 7 months
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Captain price x neighbour!reader
i hate this, but enjoy. Please feel free to send in ideas/ requests.
warnings - smut lol
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you're his younger neighbour, he noticed you moved in a few days ago. he saw you moving boxes and bits but he was gone each time before you could introduce yourself. attractive young girl, he thought. but last thing he needed was someone in his business he came across as the type of person who liked to keep to himself
you didnt see much of the mystery man who lived on your right, he left in the early morning and got back later at night. you were introduced to everyone else except him.
you were determined to make a good impression, there was no reason why he could have a problem. John got in about an hour ago, a small knock heard on his door.
there you were, cute little dress holding a bottle of wine and a small bunch of flowers, sweet. you looked like you were there to pick him up for a date
he was holding the door open, bicep flexing slightly and you couldn’t help but stare
looking down at the smiling girl before him holding out the flowers "for you"
"thanks" was the only thing he could think to say in the moment, still a bit confused, but he took them none the less
"I'm you're new neighbour and I just haven't been able to catch you yet so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm y/n"
shit, he thought. He could tell he was going to have a tough time ignoring you "John, nice to meet you" he held his hand out
fucking hell, he was hot. fuck- his voice you took his hand shaking it, secretly screaming about how big and rough his hands felt in comparison to yours
you forget you had the wine "oh yeah! I got this for you, I didnt know what you like but this is personal favourite of mine, I know it's good"
he let out a chuckle at your slight awkwardness
john stood there for a minute contemplating with wine and flowers in hand but your sweet perfume was clouding his judgement and that dress, the neckline... that really wasn't helping
he couldnt help a quick glance at your tits, god they looked good. he prayed you didnt notice
you did
"you wanna come in and help me finish this" he asks
fuck yes
hours later and glasses of wine later you're on top of him straddling him on his couch
your dress pulled below your tits and his shirt thrown somewhere behind you as your hand worked on his buttons
his rough hands kneading your tits, grabbing your hips
any good judgement from him was gone, that look in your eye and the way you kept staring at his lips made sure of that
you're kissing him hard, teeth clashing, trying to drink each other in.
he lets out small grunts each time you roll your hips into his, even more reason to do so. his hands grabbing at your hips, moving you at a constant pace, trying to get those breathy whimpers from you
he'd work one of his hands under your dress and into your panties while the other worked your tits running his finger through your fold and groaning at how soaked you were
he goes to slip a finger in but you weren't about to miss this opportunity
you slither down his land and fall to your knees in front of him
he looks down at you, legs spread and hair disheveld from your hands
your hands making quick work of his belt
his hand resting on your head the whole time while he watches you
"fuck- there you go. take it all" "little slut, fucking her neighbour she only just met" "just like that"
those comments only making you work harder, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, your hand working the rest
he'd hold your head while he came, his head tilting up towards the ceiling and hips bucking into your throat
he pull you up into a heated kiss straight after when he finally fucks you he'd have you bent over, on all fours
he'd rub the tip between your fold and over your clit until you were begging for it "fuck, john please" "say it again" "please john, fuck me"
he'd thrust in all at once, you had soaked both of you so it was easy enough
you both simultaneously moan
his pace was steady but hard, heaving breathing from each thrust
"yeah, you like that, is this what you wanted. just wanted to be fucked huh?" he breathes in your ear
he'd be whispering the filthiest shit just to hear you whine
his stamina is unreal he hasn't faltered once he'd be practically splitting you in half, your holding into the couch for grip
his name falling from your lips like a prayer
"fucking hell, squeezing me- you close sweetheart?"
all you could do was nod your head
one of his hands would creep down to rub your clit, he wanted to get you there. you deserved it
"that's it, good girl" "cmon, give it to me" his hair is in his face, his skin is covered in a small sheen of sweat. his hands gripping onto you for dear life
his groaning in your ear about how good you're doing for him sends you over the edge. eyes rolling back, body shivering.
you best bet he's fucking you through it before cumming himself
you're squeezing him so tight and he just cant help himself. he finishes inside of you, hips finally slowing, chest rumbling with a deep groan.
"fucking hell, well that was certainly a warm welcome"
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satoruhour · 8 months
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🐇 hi t!!! i currently have this brainrot and i don't know who else but to share it and i thought HEYYYY what if i share this to one of my favorite satoru writers hdjfhdkdhdj don't mind me but omfg i've been listening to i know from travis scott's new album and i couldn't stop thinking about angsty(?) fucking with satoru, him cutting off the friends w benefits set up with you because he's scared of confronting his feelings with falling in love with you and he thinks he'll hurt you because he scared of the unfamiliarity of love to him,,,, but he's so into you, the way you momentarily stare into him after you pull away from a heated kiss, the way you wrap your fingers and hold his hands when you slowly grind on his cock, the way you look into his eyes with clouded lust when he's gripping your hips as he bullies his cock into you, the way you hold onto his wrists when he fucks his fingers and plays with your clit tenderly while he has your back on his pounding chest.........he just can't forget you and the chemistry so he pulls up at your residence, knocking at your door at 2 am intoxicated and high, and he's aware he isn't supposed to do this anymore but satoru always knows you'll be opening up the door for him and him only like his good girl with nothing under your velvet babydoll dress you'd always wear when he's around........he always finds a way to make you cry and begging in bed but this time it's different when it's you feigning hurt with the way he cut things off and left you, reminding him “you're just drunk right now,” or “it's just the drugs, satoru...” while he holds your leg onto his broad shoulders and his right hand rubbing your clit while he pumps his cock inside your warm pussy but he softly chuckles at your protests, his tongue licking your neck before he comes closer to your face, his thrusts slowing down as his eyes glances at your lips before settling his blue eyes on your low lidded eyes, telling you “i know baby, i know,” then kisses you momentarily just for him to bite your lower lip tenderly. he looks back at you, you practically have heart eyes all over, all dumbed down with the way he fucks you, a constant reminder that he has you wrapped around his fingers and he can't help but to bite his lip back,,,,,, he isn't yours, but he knows at the back of his mind that you're always his.
PROTECTED VULNERABILITY / STUBBORN HEART
a/n: anon ur MIND ! i need to tell u i had fwb gojo in my drafts 4 the longest time but i never continued. but also i cant tell if i like this or not, i hope i didnt disappoint u anon 😭 also i couldn’t handle the angst so i made reader also want gojo, but written not so obviously as him! cant put my baby thru all that and also ! i may have missed the angsty fucking part so it’s just gojo pining like an idiot
wc: 6.6k
warnings: fwb!gojo, gojo is crazy over u, dom!gojo but hints of whiny gojo, m! masturbation, oral (f and m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, fingering, praise, pet names, reader and gojo are both high in the last scene, finger sucking, face-fucking, deepthroating, tongue-fucking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, ambiguous ending, n*sfw under the cut
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gojo never liked to feel vulnerable.
he understands it fully when he’s got you on top of him for the first time, staring down at him, unaware he’s one of the strongest people in his line of work. you’re unknowingly setting every part of him ablaze, caged in like your body’s a branding iron and he traces over the crescent marks and the lines you made later in the bathroom.
gojo doesn’t recover after that, pondering over this vulnerability which only you could make him feel — the lilt in your voice, the softness of your eyes — it felt almost like it was just for him. his delusions don’t escape him, and rather it only grows worse each time he meets you. 
vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way his skin singes under the sun or the unfamiliar feeling of infinity being turned off. it was like standing bare like venus in her birth, eyes forcefully turned onto her while on her scallop shell. it was like sitting on the steps of jujutsu high and getting a ridiculous question of why he didn’t chase after his best friend.
it was like turning his head to meet your sleeping form, calm and undisturbed in the late morning while he wishes you’d turn into a curse, bare your teeth at him and give him a reason to just flee. gojo felt so vulnerable he wanted to do anything but be here. he knows it all too well when it claws at his throat and makes his head spin. it takes the breath out of him and sends tremors through his fingertips. they’re just some of the uncomfortable feelings satoru braces himself for before he’s interrupted by your fingers unzipping his pants, and he loses himself to your skillful hands.
“baby— c’mon,” gojo laughs, tugging lightly on your hair that you moan, and you’re making quick work of his uniform, tugging it off and coming face to face with his bulge. it’s been plaguing him since the mission earlier, but with a quick call to you, you’re quick to show up in a t-shirt and pants, crashing his lips onto yours right at the door.
“okay, i’ll stop teasin’.” your sly smile told gojo everything he needed to know, a shaky breath leaving him when his cock finally leaves the confines of his underwear. his eyes can’t look away from the way your manicured nails wrap around his length as you’re circling your tongue around his tip. you pull him in with just your stare, collecting his pre-cum before you spit on his dick, taking him slowly.
satoru’s head falls back against his sofa, but it’s not for long when he knows you taking his cock down your throat is the hottest thing he’s witnessed. sure, he’s gotten blowjobs before, and he’s moaning as he is but gojo never quite feels the rush of adrenaline throughout his whole body, never the shortness of breath that catches in his lungs.
“love your cock in my mouth, gojo— mhm…” he’s hoping you can pick up on the fact that he does not want you to say that, because it makes everything harder for him, a high-pitched yelp leaving him when you start to suck on his balls, hand still pumping his shaft and you love the way gojo’s hips buck into the air, juices pooling in your panties.
everything feels just right when you bring his hands to your head and get almost all of him into your mouth, nose buried in his pubes and taking in the musky scent of his body — gojo lets out a drawn out whine when he lets himself loose and your eyes are rolling back further and further into your head as the hours pass. his hands are so large on you it drives you crazy as well as it does to the other when you’re twining your fingers with his while you sink down on him, when he squeezes your hand when he’s about to cum. your giggles are muffled by the kisses you share in the late night, unknowingly giving into your questions about him.
the next day is blurry as gojo finds himself handing his card over, in a haze since the previous night, the only thing standing crystal clear was the cutest babydoll dress hanging on a rack.
so the next time you meet, he’s passing you the gift with a whisper in your ear that he expects you to wear it every time he’s around and you have half a mind to smack him on the arm. i’m not like you! reusing outfits and stinking them up! gojo only laughs hard before your snarky remarks are swallowed by the sorcerer, soft moans and pants weaselling out from your lips while you let him use you in a changing room; he doesn’t tell you how your sounds make him dizzy.
in between you’re accepting his calls with a cheery voice, sticking through to your babydoll dress promises. a culmination of feelings building up until gojo truly feels like he can’t breathe — he manages each time which makes even him impressed with himself. but then you’re meeting his kiss halfway when he’s rubbing at your clit gently from below you, drawing out the most lewd sounds from you, the buzzing feeling of your body against him — it’s too much for gojo sometimes.
and the last, before gojo satoru is finally stripped down to his core and that recurring impulse to push people away starts bubbling up again, and yet he tries to find an excuse each time to even catch a glance at you. he knows despite his inability to admit it to himself.
he knows this like he knows many things — the ins and outs of his technique, what food megumi liked, your favourite fruit — but not even the sweetness of an Amaou could convince him of the very feelings he’s swallowed and buried under the very soil he wishes to grow strawberries from. at least he knows he’s fucked.
but the knowing halts when it comes to when? was it when you’re no longer rushing to leave his place after hookups? was it when he sees traces of you in his home? was it when he’s handing over his card to pay for a dress he wasn’t even sure was in your size?
your whisper of his name brings him back, and his bright eyes seem to lighten just a little; in it you can see the crash of the oceans and the scent of it. gojo smells like that — saltiness tinged with caramel and sweetness, scent lingering in and around you whenever you’re not with him. you’ve been making new discoveries about him ever since, even more so today when your heart pounds with the way his hands are on you, feeling a little foreign from how long he hasn’t contacted you.
“are you alright?” you mumble, hips halting at the stupor gojo seemed to be in, until he silently nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and lifting you off of him. it confuses you a little before he settles you on his chest and you shiver at the vibration of his chest.
“spread your legs, baby,” you sigh when his hands trace over your thighs, the coldness of his hands against the warmth of your thighs feeling so good, even more so when he coos in your ear at just how wet you are, drawing languid circles around your clit. “so wet, hm?” you hum whilst turning your head to face him, eyes flitting straight down to his lips when he licks them.
“just f’r you, pretty boy,” your giggles are consumed by gojo’s eager lips, meeting yours halfway in a rough kiss as he starts to rub at your bundle of nerves. even your moans are swallowed, muffled by gojo’s own needy ones before your hands fly up to clutch at his.
“g-gojo! f— fuckkk…” at this point, you’ve completely succumbed to the man behind you, body limp to his ministrations; they’re relentless even when your hands hold his wrist captive. 
“right there?” gojo chuckles into your ear, hot breath fanning across your ear. it trails into giggles when a drawn out yeahh… makes its way out of you, “my good lil girl.”
you preen at the praise you’ve heard multiple times before, but for some reason your heart only
jumps at gojo’s words no matter how you look at it. with his other hand, he’s positioning it at your entrance, slipping in his finger with a groan that reverberates through his toned chest. there’s moans and whines exchanged, the musky scent of sex flooding every corner.
before long, a second finger joins his first, eyes locked on the way your drooling cunt sucks him in easily while your juices coat his palm, a glistening, filthy sight as he sets a pace. gojo laughs again when your other wandering hand wraps around his wrist, too.
“s’too full,” you whimper, head thrown back across his shoulder, thinking your tightly clenched hands did any work, but if anything, it only spurs him on further. the abuse on your core is endless, feeling with a shiver down your back, the lazy circles on your cli  and the spread of his hand widening to fit more of his fingers in you.
“you’ve taken my cock before, darlin’, you can do it.” satoru coats your shoulders and neck with kisses, that lone sentence making it clear to him he wants you more than just this one time. he wants this over and over until you’re crying and the sheets are soaked, until he’s made so many cups of morning coffee for you that he can’t count them on one hand. there’s a brief falter in his movements when he realises this, an uncomfortable stifled gulp until you’re whining into his ears, hands beckoning him to continue and he brushes it away like he always does.
you’re cumming easily with the arch of your back, but gojo is still in a daze about your life together. maybe you’d gift him a box of kikufuku when he’s back from trips, maybe you’d patch him up after a difficult mission even if you didn’t know what his job entailed. there was too many maybe’s, something gojo wasn’t willing to bet on. for now, he’d focus on the way—
—the way moans lingered on your lips when you came as your body reacted so well to his fingers, clutching on his lanky frame while he pumped you full. he watches when your eyes roll back and your neck reveals itself and he laughs into it, telling you how he’s the only one to make you feel this good and you’re nodding frantically.
gojo’s heart warms at that while his throat dries and it’s like he loses confidence and he feels like a virgin all over again — so blessed to have you under him while he’s suddenly hyper aware of how your cunt feels around him. it’s divine, you’re divine; he stifles a small confession and masks it with a cry. a cry that was of pure desire which couldn’t be expressed, and he blinks away the tears before they could come because you feel too damn good; and if he looks at you one second more he would confess everything.
“you okay?” gojo brushes the sweaty hairs that stick to your forehead, getting a blissful smile from you afterwards while you merely pull him down for a kiss and satoru feels bile creep up in his throat at the tenderness which you connect your lips to him. you’re leading the kiss so slowly and sweetly he wonders if you ever prefer his lips over your Amaou strawberries.
“’m okay, gojo.” the last name is reminiscent of the stagnant distance between you, “are you?”
satoru sniffles just a bit and nods, “y-yeah. let me go get a rag, ’kay?”
you don’t answer after because of your fatigue, merely letting him slip away from your fingers while you calm your heartbeat, rather settling for his scent on the bedsheets and you ignore the redness of his eyes, letting him take care of you as the night falls into an uncharacteristic quiet.
words are difficult in this arrangement after the rules have been set. we’re here to fuck, not to solve each other’s problems, and you’re giving him a curt nod and a sultry smile before you taste gojo satoru for the first time. it has been like that since then, although gojo has been more silent than usual, but words—
words are difficult, and so you leave it be with a deep sigh and a dreamless slumber, not aware of the other.
it’s when the rush of water hits the pail, gojo realises he can’t carry on much longer, of the pull you have on him, on the chemistry, the words dying on his lips when he sees you already passed out. with a gentle hand he glides the rag over you, careful not to wake you, and it’s getting difficult separating love from lust when he’s wiping you down so gently like this.
gojo is gone when you awaken, his side of the bed cold that signals to you he’s been gone for a few hours now, and you’re hoping to get a greeting of him posing beside mochi, or a trinket from a neighbouring district. his work made him travel a lot, you heard, but the specifics are a hushed topic — he wasn’t yours to know intimately anyway.
you’re halfway changing into a babydoll dress he got you, the material sleek and comfortable enough to be worn at home, glancing at the phone with one arm in the arm hole. you frown.
[11:12, gojo satoru]: hey. i think we should stop this thing we have goin on
gojo’s fingers regret the very moment he’s sent it, because you do nothing but type and stop and linger online. he makes it worse with a second message, and multiple more.
[11:14, gojo satoru]: i have uh… a work thing that might interfere with this. 
i’m sorry y/n, you were.. great. i loved every second i spent…|
he let his feelings run and accidentally clicks ‘send’ and panics, unsending it almost instantly. he has to catch a breath before he types it out again.
[11:15, gojo satoru]: i’m sorry (y/n), you were.. great. thank you for the arrangement fr
had a lot of fun while it lasted, also sorry i used all ur face wash hehehe ~
gojo groans into his hands at the way he easily reverts back to his playful disposition, a coping mechanism he’s picked up since high school and he hates how he already misses how he was with you.
“what the fuck are you moaning about now?” shoko asks, obviously irritatedly as she dissects another transfigured human, and her private time on studying the oddness of the disfigured curse is undoubtedly ruined by her friend’s incessant groaning.
the sorcerer is spread out on one of the seats in the morgue, “nothin’.”
“is it that friends with benefits thing you have going on?” he rolls his eyes behind the blindfold. years of dissecting people probably granted shoko with the ability to see through people, both literally and figuratively. gojo simply waves a hand and takes his leave, phone already on do not disturb to avoid seeing your reply. that’s the first time shoko catches onto his inner turmoil, the tear between wanting to protect his heart and the desperation to let someone in.
[11:20, delivered]: oh
but you know when it’s started for him. you think it was the moment you’d seen the change in gojo’s eyes. there wasn’t just carnal need for you, not just lust. amongst little specks of darkened azure you can see the softer hues of baby and lapis; but what do you know, right?
those same eyes stare back at you in the profile picture he set after a drunken night together. you reply with the only thing you can manage as you try to convince yourself it’s what you want. 
[11:21, delivered]: oh okay
you feel like a schoolgirl throwing a tantrum again, the pounding in your heart reaching your ears like a droning drum and you feel like you cannot breathe. your pillows are the victim of your unfiltered scream, paired with multiple profanities until you’re left with no more fire in you. gojo satoru had taken all of the heat with him.
that was friday; on sunday there’s a notification at the end of the week that tells you your screen time went up by 9%.
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nanami and shoko were never one to reject a drinking night on a monday, sharing an unsaid (and reluctant) conclusion that maybe they should bring gojo along even if he’s only going to be sipping on apple cider. but while usually gojo is boasting about his terrible alcohol tolerance, tonight he’s buried in an arm he wishes was your neck, the burn of the whiskey nanami begged him not to drink reminding him of your touch.
“thousand yen and a new dissection set for when gojo goes back to his friend with benefits within one week.”
“ah, when, not if? you seem pretty confident,” nanami comments from across the table in the fairly busy bar, leaning back with an unreadable expression upon his face.
shoko only shrugs, “something tells me he’s definitely moping in his—”
“can we please stop talking about me like i’m not in the middle?” his words are muffled by the dark blue uniform he dons, white hair looking strangely duller as he tries to get some shuteye in a damn bar; foolish enough to lose sleep over you that he’s been messing up on missions. even nanami was surprised to be assigned to harder missions upon learning about gojo’s mishaps.
his grumbles fall on deaf ears, the clink of their glasses only highlighting satoru’s torment, the mediocre performance of the band on stage only adding to the headache that was forming — and it’s not long before gojo loses all senses. he has to be lugged out of the bar by nanami as shoko just grins, still as fresh as she arrived as she shouts a good luck! and the stoic sorcerer is left to deal with his senior. by now, gojo has already talked his ear off while he decides what to do with the lanky man, a call to ijichi halted when the strongest sorcerer starts to mumble out incoherent words.
“she’sss… she’s so beautiful i— i don’t… nanaminnn i don’t know what to fuckin’ do,” gojo mumbles into the lapels of the other’s suit. “i feel like i might— i wanna die whenever i’m with her because…”
gojo sniffles. he’s driven to tears easily, the liquor in him intensifying anything and everything. his last confessions are slurred, albeit softly. “i can’t breathe around her.”
there’s a tense silence that circles them for a few minutes, nanami considering his next words carefully even with the soft whispers of your name leaving his lips, and then, there’s also the awkward hard-on nanami can feel on his thigh and he’s trying so hard not to wince — at least gojo’s pants were darker in colour. he can only muster sighs when people on the sidewalk give him looks.
“gojo. i’m not a stranger to your… tendencies,” nanami’s voice cuts through harshly, thinking that his senior may be napping, but he’s surprised to hear a hum leaving his throat, “but you’ve been lacking. in missions, in teaching. it’s never this bad.”
monday. it’s monday and it’s been three days since he broke it off. all it takes is some whiskey and nanami kento to break you down, but he doesn’t say anything after, standing in silence with him until the alcohol wears off just a little more and the sorcerer’s able to gather his cursed energy to teleport. but all gojo can sense in his home are the residuals of your cursed energy. it stings his nose like an odour, something he should be repulsed by, like the pungent smell of copper after visiting shoko or the strong tang of the fermented tofu you’ve tried making for him.
weirdly it only makes the ache in his pants worse when the cursed energy fills his head and messes with his; it reminds him of when you’d be too impatient to make it to the bedroom, letting gojo take you on the couch, to the ride of his shirt up your hips when you first wake up. plopping onto the sofa, he almost succumbs to sleep, alcohol breath and all, but manages to flip himself over, fingers stumbling over his zipper.
your name is the first thing that leaves his mouth as he palms his bulge, soft grunts sounded out in the quietness of his house. his head digs far into the couch as he focuses on you atop him working your magic, grinding onto his front like a tease with your hands on his chest. he removes his underwear with a sigh, hand immediately starting to stroke himself.
“oh— shit, y-yeah,” satoru has no restraint, no decorum, whines filling the room while the slick noises of his fist increase in volume. he thinks of every bit of your body moving against him, water against rock, icarus against the sun.
gojo squeezes his shaft and remembers all the times you’ve wrapped your own hand around him, nails newly done and paid from his pocket as the baby blues move up and down his dick. he rubs a thumb around his tip, and the way his tip leaks pre-cum is almost sinful.
“baby, oh fuckk—” his head pounds from the bright light and the alcohol, and the way his eyes are scrunched tight. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”
satoru’s hips are lifting off his sofa, humping into thin air while his hands speed up, and he’s close, getting some notification from nanami which draws his attention to the wallpaper he set of you: sheets dangerously low on your chest, eyes resting from the long night. it makes him sob out your name because you don’t know what you do to him, until.
until gojo reaches an unsatisfying peak, a cry on his lips and spurts of his cum staining his hand, but it feels nothing like you. the liquid’s spread across his hand like hot water, the guilt burning his body before he chucks his phone to the side and prays to any god that they would have mercy on him.
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a gasp is heard. your figure shows itself through the babydoll dress, looking stunning as always with your doe eyes. he knew you’d always open the door.
“gojo.”
alcohol is prevalent on the man standing across from you, and you’re partially surprised to see him in front of you after just one week calling your whole arrangement off — somewhere, someone you don’t know is gifting another unknown person a new dissection set with a mere ¥1000 bill on it. something tugs at your heart at his flushed face and messy hair, maybe it was your feelings, maybe it was the wine you drank before this. you also take note of the unbuttoned dress shirt he’s got on, the wrinkles and dishevelled state of it driving you a little insane.
“baby…” gojo smiles like it was a late night drinking with the boys and it was you welcoming him home, but it’s different when you’ve fucked and received kisses like he loves you, all while he’s standing at the corridor of your apartment building. you’re hoping he’s only a figment of your imagination, because you’ve banished him from your mind since last week. oh well, you tried anyways.
“what. do you want?” there’s a slight buzz from the wine you drank, amplified when he slowly makes his way into the familiar space.
“you—” the other hiccups, and he has to keep a hand on the doorframe from collapsing. if he’s strong enough to do that, you think he’s probably one drink in, bordering on the line of being high and slowly descending into drunkenness. in his hand there’s a bottle of apple cider to quell the alcohol; you stifle a smile.
“i’m not the one who called it off.” you hold your ground, not even noticing the attachment you have with the velvet on your body, feeling satoru’s fingers play with the soft fabric of its hem.
“and yet you— you wear this dress like it’s your underwear, always opening the door f’r me a-and… fuck,” it comes out softly upon feeling up your thighs and settling on your ass cheeks, void of any panties. he gives it a good squeeze and a small whimper leaves you, forced to cosy up to his chest when you stumble forward.
“you’re just drunk right now, gojo, sayin’ shit like that…” you trail off, finding any excuse to not open up the scab on your heart again, pushing at his chest like you didn’t want to taste the rum on him, like you didn’t want his body on yours and taint him with sauvignon.
gojo proves you wrong over and over again at how he’s got your dress flipped up later, neck bent up to accommodate his tall stature while you’re supporting yourself on the flimsy shoe rack as he pulls your body flush against him and toes off his shoes — he’s skilled at multitasking like that.
“need to be inside you, baby,” he groans, fingers fumbling with the dress he bought and he almost cums just from feeling up your body, “but first.”
you’re swept off the floor and your hands are quick to wrap around his neck, following the route to your bedroom like he’s done many times before. this time, there’s a different kind of thrill, looking down at your hazy eyes as you’re both intoxicated on liquor. it’s different from the time he took the current picture of his contact in your phone (you hadn’t deleted his number), it’s different from every other day.
“gojo…” is all you can muster when he plops you down a little roughly on the bed, and you have the privilege of seeing him strip out of the button down shirt, forearms flexing against the shirt as he reveals his toned body bit by bit. you can’t help but refuse to lose, legs spreading just a little to show him all the wetness you’ve gotten just from kissing him.
“angel,” he looks a little starstruck by the sheen of your pussy, swallowing until he’s finally out of his shirt, “you look fuckin’ beautiful.”
your small smile tells him you already know that (“pretty girl, takin’ me so well like this.” a whisper into your ear in that changing room) like you know how you’re probably the only one to get him like this: panting, mouth parted, cock aching to be in you — you’re just better at hiding your own.
wordlessly, you swipe two fingers along your folds, collecting your slick before they come to rest upon his lips, taking it into his mouth willingly. they swirl around your digits and he hums at the taste, divine as always, teeth scraping your skin when you easily unbuckle his pants and peel the underwear off of him.
“can i call you satoru?”
you don’t even have to fucking ask, he wishes to say but all he answers with is a shaky “yes”, and he never wants anything to do with the gojo clan any more. if you asked him to quit being a sorcerer, he would, because all he wants to be associated with is satoru and the cadence of it falling from your lips.
even one week was too much for you, so you’re quick to get to your knees, going straight to putting his fat cock in your mouth. the moan gojo lets out is straight pornographic, and he’s missed this as much as you did, knowing nothing could compare to his hand when your mouth was second to your cunt. lovingly, his hand caresses one side of your cheek, filled to the brim with his length.
“so fuckin’ warm, holy fuck—” bobbing your head, you keep a steady hand on his thighs, because with one look to him, he’s whimpering out, hands loosely tangling in your hair. you moan as his hips start to buck into your mouth, and with a small nod from you, the hands on your head tightens before he starts to thrust into your cavern, bringing you down to his pelvis ever so slightly.
there’s guttural sounds coming from the back of your throat as you deepthroat him, eyes brimming with tears before he lets up. his thrusts don’t stop, though, and he fucks your mouth like an animal, lewd noises flooding the room as drool falls from your mouth. you’re moaning as you play with yourself, the vibrations causing the other’s hips to stutter.
“g’nna c—” it’s a shame how fast gojo cums, but it’s only fair because of the way your mouth feels on him, tongue flexing against the underside of his shaft every time his cock disappears into you and he’s shooting hot liquid down your throat after, unloading into your throat as you swallow easily. you’re used to the bitter taste by now.
“s’big,” you giggle, naturally taking over as your hands squeeze out the last bits of cum from his cock, and the way it drips onto your tongue is orgasmic, “love your cock s’much, satoru.”
gojo brings you up by your arms, and he has to taste himself on you first before he’s fully taking off his pants, smiling just a bit when your legs spread again and your pussy is practically begging for him. “enough of me, let’s focus on you.”
you raise an eyebrow while he’s inches away from your cunt, ignoring the rasp of his voice like it hadn’t made you shiver, “me?”
“yeah, you, my pretty lil thing.” you hardly digest what he says before his mouth engulfs your core, and you let out a deafening moan, hands closing around your bed sheets as he starts to suck on your clit. his tongue is ruthless, flicking at your nub and wrapping both arms around your thighs, tugging you into his face like he wasn’t close enough already.
“oh g-god— satoruuu…” his name falls from your lips countless times and gojo’s eyes can’t help but shift to your face at the pretty sounds that come from you, zoned in on eating you out until his chin is wet with your slick.
“look at me, princess,” gojo is taken aback from the blissed out expression on your face, but it doesn’t falter him, a resolve settling in his bones, “thaaat’s it, baby.” and you struggle to hold his stare when those familiar blues comes flooding back into his irises while his tongue doesn’t stop any of its movements, knowing your ins and outs. you can feel the fabric below you starting to soak, pussy dripping endlessly.
he gives you one last lasting look before he moves down to your entrance, tongue slipping inside while his nose nudges your clit and your hands fly to his hair. gojo hums into your cunt, affirmations of good girl mixed in with moans that send chills up your body.
“close, aren’t ya?” you roll your eyes at how he’s so confident now, sobriety coming to light a bit and rum leaving his system the moment he’s got your pussy in between his lips, but he’s not wrong because you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting and turning, hearing him groan out when he uses a free hand to stroke himself.
his tongue returns to your clit and gojo sucks hard until you’re pulling on his stark white hair, screaming out his name and profanities as you cum, leaking so much juices that it’s made a dark red spot on the inside of your dress. he laughs softly into your core before he’s back to slurping all of it up again and your legs close involuntarily; all he does is tut and spreads them again and he’s on a mission to make up to his mistake of ever thinking of leaving you.
your body is limp by your third orgasm, grasping at satoru to feel him and he takes your hand to plant kisses on them, and to tell you to wait. but that almost proves difficult for you when he’s got you all spread out like this and the quiet, dazed gojo is gone momentarily because he finally knows what he wants.
even if he had to fuck you silly and plant strawberries himself and make more coffees and open up old wounds again, gojo is going to do it all, because the call of his name is sounding more and more like heaven each time and he’s tired of burning at the side when he’s willing to fight fire with fire.
“satoru,” you whine out when gojo places your legs on his shoulder, and it gets him so much deeper in you, buried to the hilt. by now, you’re getting bent into half as he eases his cock into you with a groan, your soaking core laced with juices acting as lube.
“what is it, sweetness?” he asks breathlessly, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle and you’re mewling out again. god, he wanted you like this every minute of the day.
“f-feels s’good,” you moan out, fingers wrapped around his forearms as they grip onto your waist.
the other leans forward and you clench up at how your body folds even more, eyes hooded and soft pants leaving your lips.
“i know, baby, i know,” the glimpse to your lips is brief but you catch it as he coos, and you close the gap as satoru starts his pace, sinking into your warm pussy like it’s a drug. your lips intoxicate him more than rum ever will, slipping his tongue in you and he can’t help but nibble on your bottom lip, a grunt of how tight you are whispered against you.
as gojo continues to rut into you, your lips are continually captured by the other’s, small, sweet kisses leaving your heart beating as his eyes bore into yours before his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, sending sparks throughout your body.
the room is filled with the scent of sex paired with the squelching noises of your cunt, sucking him in so well that his hips falter and he loses his speed whilst admiring you; the you whose pupils look like they’ve morphed into hearts and your jaw remains slack from how good he rails into you.
a man whose feelings weren’t this strong wouldn’t fuck into you like this, wouldn’t make you cum thrice like you’re his baby and then fuck you nice after. a man like that won’t get up fifteen minutes earlier to boil water or swap out an old tube of face wash when it runs out.
but are you even ready? even with the undeniable pull satoru has on you, you cannot get the feeling of being thrown aside when you’ve done your part out of your chest, the weight crushing you worse than his body weight in the morning.
“s’toru! s-shit,” you whimper, legs tightening around his shoulder as your hands scramble to grab his hair, feeling already so fatigued and yet, you’re dizzy on the way gojo satoru makes you feel. satoru is no different, an immovable haze settling over his eyes when he stares and he’s so caught up in everything — your eyes, your hips, your hair splayed out below him that he’s blurting out the first thing in his mind. “i love y— this fuckin’ pussy, fuck.”
his heart is pounding, and he stops abruptly at the stifled slip-up, mouth dry when you shoot him a confused look and a small satoru? you okay?
“y— yeah.”
i couldn’t do it.
gojo gulps and he feels tears well up in his eyes. it’s weird, for all his confidence at the start begins to dwindle at such simple words that he can’t mutter out and he shakes his head, burying himself into the crook of your neck and you’re brought back into bliss when he continues, taking note of the slight turmoil he’s going through.
gojo feels like he cannot breathe when you pull him from your neck, albeit with difficulty; both your eyes flutter close as his forehead collides with yours, and he just savours this moment with (hopefully) no judgement from you. he breathes in your scent, takes in your moans in his ears as his pace slows and he angles his hips and his eyes open to meet yours again right as you both cum, pumping you full with mingling moans as you gush all over his cock.
and just like the first night, you’re drawing him in with everything — he falls harder when he sees you reluctantly ignore the tears in his eyes, knowing he didn’t want to talk about it, knowing you’d be asking about it later. with your gentle voice, your fiery touch.
gojo never liked to feel vulnerable, but at thirty he thinks it’s time for a change when you first embroiled him in this complicated arrangement of quiet, yet tumultuous feelings. he can feel the three words weigh his lips down when you’re brushing away the tears later with a sad smile, scooting yourself closer to the chest that’s doing a bad job of hiding his heartbeat.
“what’s gotten my satoru cryin’, hm?”
gojo sniffles at my, holding onto one of your hands, and he says nothing but only succumbs to your arms when you tuck him under your chin, feeling safe in your chest as you both fall into routine. silence befalls the night, a certain dread taking over him that you’d be gone by morning as his breaths even out.
but when birds sing in the morning, his heart sings louder at the sight of you reading a book beside him in an old shirt he was convinced was lost, the faint smell of toast waiting for you outside. he’s tucked into your side and his arms have naturally wrapped around your body, your own playing gently with his hair and gojo thinks not all is bad when you read between the lines of his feelings. because as much as he knew you, you knew him and his habits, his quirks, too, and there’s an unsaid rule about how—
satoru never liked to feel vulnerable.
vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way he accidentally burns himself while cooking pancakes or feeling the heat of the coffee radiate off your cup. it was like standing bare in your shower, eyes locked onto yours while he cleans you up. it was like letting his heart be stripped away by you who peels away the layers like you do to his underwear and the hard-boiled egg on the stove and the orange in the grocery bag.
it was like loving you, even if it tears at his technique and mocks the very powers he’s perfected to be untouchable, but you’re able to permeate his barriers and neutralise his infinity with something as simple as a kiss to his forehead.
that, gojo satoru may never be able to understand, but like himself, he doesn’t need to know every single thing.
all he knows is that with the way you capture his heart, he knows freedom from your embrace is something unattainable, but he wouldn’t have it any other way — that in itself is enough for his stubborn heart.
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