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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Protective - Walter Deville x reader - Ficlet

got inspired by an artwork on twitter!!!! its so cute!!!! LOOOK

Mini sequel to something there/can be read as a stand alone~! takes place in the Regency era/early 19th century!

You and your husband wandered the grounds of Clyvedon Castle, a soft grin on his face as you chattered away, fanning your face gently as you walked through the gardens. Walter had business to attend to here, and had simply taken you along for his company, and to let you stretch your legs after so long within the Deville manor.

You didn’t mind, you had a massive library to spend your days in, but you also didn’t mind spending time with your handsome husband, whose sharp yet gentle eyes always sent butterflies through your stomach.

“Oh dear,” you paused in your ramblings to ask him a question, and he hummed, his eyes drifting across the grounds. “you saw those vases in the main foyer, right?” he hummed again, nodding as he looked at something over his shoulder-his eyes turning cold for a moment, which wasn’t something you noticed-too instilled in your memory and thoughts. “well I was thinking, we should get some to decorate the halls of the manor. No offense my dear but,” you laughed, and Walter couldn’t help but smile at the sound, like song-birds in spring. “the manor is quite deary, and we could use a spring up from all the dark colors.”

Walter just hummed again, his arm coming up to curl around your waist-tugging you into his side, his mouth pressing to the top of your head as he glared at something. “Walter?” you asked, carefully looking over his arm, giggling as you spotted two men-the sons of the lord of Clyvedon Castle-looking quite pale. You recalled hearing a small whistle, and you supposed it had been from them, and Walter had felt protective; showing off that you were his.

“You are too darling sometimes,” you whispered, tipping your chin up and kissing your over-protective husband gently. Something he hummed at and stopped in his tracks to take your cheek and deepen the kiss, your eyes fluttering closed and happily accepting his kiss. “Mine” he whispered as he pulled away, his eyes dark and flashing-his fangs just barely peeking out from his plush lips.

“Yours.” You breathed back, kissing him on the chin before you grabbed his hand, pulling him along the path. “Now, about those vases.”

Walter laughed, shaking his head with a fond smile and squeezing your fingers, stepping closer to you as you rambled away.

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this was cute-i got so inspired by that art-i just had toooooo

tommy character perm taglist!(far as i know theres no walter perm taglist lol)

@littlewierdalien @thetrueghostqueen

#walter deville #walter deville x reader #the invitation 2022 #something there sequel #kinda #can be read as a stand alone fic :3 #just something sweet n short #reader can either be a bride on her own or any of the three brides #regency era dresses my beloved

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guinevereslancelot · 1 year

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florist roses having no scent is actually so messed up. we bred the roses to look "perfect" and last a long time and but they have lost The thing that people have loved them for the most for thousands of years. now when u smell a boquet of roses all you can smell is the chemical scent of plant food unless they're actual garden roses. there's a metaphor in here somewhere

#roses are my favorite flower but if anyone ever wanted to buy me flowers i would hate to get roses #bc they straight up smell like chemicals #carnations at least smell nice #but if u want fragrant roses you better be buying a designer wedding boquet or something or grow them yourself lol #insane insane insane #how did we let it come to this #roses went from the most romantic flower to the most boring artificial flower and we just let it happen 😭#nobody even talks abt this but it haunts me #valentine's day always reminds me how much i hate florist roses lol #a rose by anyother name might actually smell sweet <3 #anyway i see a scentless boquet of roses for an outrageous price and im ripping and killing and biting etc #why do we insist this is the pinnacle of romance lol #this has been a shitpost #anyway the reason u can get nice ones for wedding boquets is bc they only need to last a short time #but why dont we prioritize the scent of the others 😭#also im just being nitpicky but i dont like the look of technically perfect roses i think that was made up to favor a less delicate shape #i dont have a solution for this btw besides saying i would rather have roses that smell nice than last longer #and if u couldn't preserve and ship them as far that would actually benefit local growers in more regions instead of importing 99% of roses

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belovedrm · 7 months

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HAPPY 1 YEAR TO DREAMS FACE REVEAL 💚

i genuinely can’t believe 1 year ago today right now i was watching the premiere of dreams face reveal video. i gasped so loud when he pulled his mask down. i was in awe. i was just so … happy. it felt so surreal. i was like “that’s HIM. the guy who’s behind these legendary minecraft videos. who i’ve been obsessed with for almost 2 years. THAT’S HIM”.

just finally being able to put a face to his sweet comforting voice was so wonderful. i’ve loved and appreciated dream from the 1st day i found him and being able to finally SEE the man behind it all made me so much more attached … and i can’t believe it’s already been 1 year since we’ve seen his face … and look how much has changed. there’s been quite a lot of heavy ups and downs. but there always will be … and i wanna be here to experience everything.

it’s honestly really hard to NOT get emotional or “cheesy” when talking about dream, because dream deserves that type of “cheesy” emotional support. the face reveal was one of dream’s biggest content creations milestones. it was probably one of his biggest personal milestones too. and i want to be here for ALL of his other milestones in the future. the level of admiration and respect i have for dream is honestly incredible. because dream is irreplaceable.

#belovedrm.queue #belovedrm.rambles #dream #dteam #i fear i couldn’t just write something short and sweet. i Never can when it comes to this man :’) <3

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bigxrig · 2 years

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GA || girl!Niall Horan/Liam Payne || 999 words || Fluff

“Who is it?” Liam questioned in a whisper. Again, Niall waved him off, but Liam skated to her other side. “Who is it?”

Niall pushed Liam away from her and flipped him off when he hooked his stick around her ankle and pulled himself back in. She was having a hard time focusing on what Paul was saying and she knew Liam wouldn’t stop so she relented and put it on speaker.

“I have seen some of the roster, you have some great guys so far. I have coached a couple over the years,” Niall spoke.

Liam puckered his lips for a kiss, knowing she was referring to him, but she rolled her eyes and pushed his face away.

or Niall is helping Liam practice before his training camp and she gets exciting news about an acclaimed position she interviewed for.

Read Now on ao3

#1d library #trackinghome #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #one direction fanfiction #niam fan fic #short and sweet #the fact that it is 999 words is so irritating lol #i am tempted to add an extra coma or something #anyway i wrote this in a few hours #it's very niche and specialized just for me <3 but if you want it you have to write it

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saintchaser · 2 years

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"so, what is it you wanted to tell me about, mate?" james said, playing with that stupid, stupid snitch, and sirius wished that they could claw it out of his hands and make the giant squid play fetch with it.

and that's what they did, snatching it from james' hand, who yelped but gave it to them, and they tucked it away in their pocket.

"can't you be bloody serious for a moment? this is really important to me."

"no, because you're the sirius one. i'm james." that old joke, and suddenly sirius felt a bit more lighthearted. "i'm sorry, i'm kidding, i'm kidding, go on."

"you have to promise this won't change anything." they looked into their friend's eyes intensively, looking for something that could give away that james was backing off.

there was nothing. he wouldn't back off. he never did. james potter, who, once he started doing something, always finished it. always.

he blinked twice, then looked at them. "alright, padfoot, i promise."

"pinky promise."

james snickered, and linked their pinkies together. "pinky promise."

"i'm gay."

"o-oh," james muttered, and something in his voice told sirius that the pinky promise wouldn't be valid anymore.

they sat in silence for a while, then sirius looked at him. "well? aren't you going to say something? mate, your silence is killing me, i swear to merlin!"

james thought for a second. "i'm proud of you for telling me! i'm sorry if i ever made you feel like you couldn't tell me that."

"you didn't," sirius said, sure of it. he never had. other people, on the other hand, had made it difficult. "i promise you didn't, prongs."

james gave them a little smile. "i think it's going to take me a bit to adjust to the news, but i'll let you on the fact that it doesn't change anything and that you're still my friend and i will support you nonetheless."

he squeezed their hand reassuringly, and they both felt a little better, the snitch fluttering in sirius' pocket.

#sirius coming out to james! something slightly short and sweet with a dash of sirius who is kind of scared of telling their best mate that #<- but james is a sweetheart as always #kejdeidid i just love them so much <333 (in a platonic way)#sirius black #james potter #sirius x james #(not in a ship way! <3)#my writing

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happylandfill23 · 9 months

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i want to inject technology is a dead bird and all of its versions into my bloodstream

#i think my favourite version is the johnny k reprise. absolutely fucking incredible i want to inject that shit into my veins #but there's something about the original album version that just. hits #maybe it's the robot voice (connie my beloved i miss you so much)#also between here and now is really short but also fantastic #there's something about that version that makes me wanna stick my head out the window of a moving car at night and feel the wind in my hair #actually most of mars' songs make me wanna do that #and her voice sounds so sweet in the acoustic internet sessions version <3 #anyways yeah i fucking love technology is a dead bird #the song and the album #although if we're referring to the whole album i think my favourite song on it is mrs stadler (that music video fucks and so does the song)#but the johnny k version of tiadb (not on the album) is one of my favourite songs period #mars argo #brittany sheets #technology is a dead bird #landfill rambles

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the-kipsabian · 1 year

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i wanna write fluff tonight and theres no fluff on anything im working on mmMMMMM

#does someone wanna prompt me lol #or should i just move back to chapter 3. it doesnt have fluff either but its a chill chapter for now #i just wanna write something cute. short and sweet. fluffy. maybe even domestic fluff again lol #anyways if you do wanna prompt me yeet it over to the side (@underratedandoverit)#im gonna eat now and then i gotta make a schedule for this weekend oof #night is an absolute mess on main

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pancakehouse · 2 years

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my editing process for this chapter is really just going in and adding more remus to every scene. he was already there for most of it but not enough! it should be all him!!!! ive given up on pretending to care about the nonexistent plot the plot IS REMUS in fact

#there’s a bit where ten straight lines start w ‘remus’#i do think ill end up cutting it but i was so valid for that #sirius’ stream of consciousness. mine. everyone’s. remus remusremus.#he’s so sweet in this fic he never gets angry (lie) he’s just sleepy and eating his little cherries #also wrote an 800 word scene solely for him to be in his short shorts and s says ‘nice legs’#think that one’s also gonna get cut :/#not even sure what the point of posting this ch is anymore after that :/#but it’s too long it’s so long something’s gotta go! maybe i will kill off sirius so i can focus on remus instead <3 #ofas

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n-x-black · 2 years

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wings au will be long term chaptered so thats not starting until hmc au is . over

#n ; thoughts #maybe ??? i just . only rly need one at a time . if that changes than this changes JDHDHDH #might start plotting as ideas come anyway lol #a few others will wait 2 like hades Persephone mob au ?? becus that is . something i want to go Deeeeeeeeeeep into #im plotting that one more actively #but it is also long form (at the moment)#the kind of thing i want to Start and Finish and not just post one chapter of and then update like 6-12 months later JSISSISJSKSJ #a lot of fic needs a lot of time <3 #once hmc au is closer to being over or just over ill add another long form chaptered fic JFJDJDJ #fairy thing too ?? im thinking i can condense thst into smth short and sweet or a 5k monster oneshot that i never think about again . JDJDJ #i dont think that has 2 be long form #many fic ideas dont benefit from being long #but some have 2 be or they just have farrr too much wasted potential #like the mob hades persephone au fjdjdj #i cant even think about it properly becus theres so fucking much to hmc au #just need 2 focus on one at a time

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thanatoseyes · 22 hours

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Music. Solid.

Acting. Pretty Good.

Plot. Push it out the window.

#i feel like im watching a comedy but its marketed as a thriller music performance #and like the acting is good interesting theyve got some fun rock facts in there #and the music is great #but im just like #theres no heightened incentive for faust to be doing this?#he just seems like an alright guy #so some creepy fucker mouth fucked your ear and told you to have a good time killing #like bro nothing is worth you know losing parts of yourself you cant get back #lol i am fascinated about what they are gonna do for paradise city #because brother i am just happy that i can fast forward honestly #i think this wouldve been better as a short film #american satan #you couldve had something short sweet simple and clean #and then had an impactful season #but idk to each thier lwn #own lol #i am hitting at about a 3 out of 5 right now with this plot

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dyketennant · 4 months

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do i want to be working on my puppeteer au? yes. do i also want to write something else with a completely different vibe but i can't even decide what i want to write? also yes

#help me #val's fic corner #i just dont feel like writing any slow build-up or tension rn i just want to write something very short n sweet #but i CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING #oh well i'll try to finish ch 3 while i put off packing

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tojipie · 5 months

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toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man.

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear.

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him.

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge.

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands.

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul.

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words.

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours.

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over.

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start.

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nanaslutt · 6 months

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PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏

“pt.1” here

Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3

perv!geto is my obsession atm

contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3

MDNI

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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.

So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.

“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.

“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.

“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.

“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”

The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.

Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.

Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.

You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.

Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.

What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.

Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.

Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.

You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.

Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.

Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.

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“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.

Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.

“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.

Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.

Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.

Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.

“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.

“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.

“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.

“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.

Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.

Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, “Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,

“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.

He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.

“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.

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When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.

His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.

You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.

The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.

Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.

"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.

You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.

"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.

The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."

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"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.

"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.

"A-again-" you whined,

"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.

"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.

He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.

"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.

Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.

"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.

Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.

Geto was getting off on this so hard.

Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.

"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.

He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.

"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.

You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.

Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.

"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.

His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.

"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.

"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,

"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.

You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.

"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.

Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.

Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.

Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.

You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.

You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.

Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.

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