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yuyu-bubu · 2 years
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guys!!!! look who i made!!!!!
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get stacked losers
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oh and this is my cat! her name is manchitas :D
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teansouprmyjam · 2 years
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smth smth wip of the six fanarts thing
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My hair is blue now!! Unfortunately my bathroom now looks like I brutally murdered a family of Smurfs, and it won't wash out of my hands so I have to go to work with horrendously blue stained hands. But it's worth it!!
#i love this blue#its so pretty!!#so vibrant!#but the box didnt have gloves in it and i was impatient so my hands are stained beyond recognition#i woke up early to clean myself up again before work because i dyed my hair late last night#well i didnt really wake up because i barely slept#i was constantly waking up#so about half an hour before i nornally qake up i decided to give up and go take a shower#i feel surprisingly awake considering i got virtually no sleep#and definitely no more than half an hour uninterrupted#but i have blue hair so everything will be okay#i was too tired to clean my bathroom last night or this morning so it's painted blue with dye rn#on the walls. towels. sink. tub. its a very small bathroom so it wasnt hard to make a mess of all of it#i had a customer ask me if i killed a smurf and another ask me if a pen exploded on my hands#i have to deep clean my entore apartment because my family is visiting on Sunday#i want them to see that i have a great place and have my life together#it's their first time ever seeing my apartment#im not even fully unpacked yet#it's a mess#so i have to fix all of that before Sunday#its gonna be a mad dash to finish it all in time but i got it#i packed up my entire life and moved it to a new apartment in six days#i can clean my apartment in four days#wish me luck#i need it#ill probabably post a picture later if i remember#its so cute and im so happy with it#im not used to having my hair this dark so im still getting used to it but its so good
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tteokdoroki · 2 months
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THIRD TIME'S A CHARM - kento nanami.
✩ — about. “my coworker is a wonderful person. they’re kind and sweet. they care a lot about others. recently, i’ve been having some…less than platonic feelings for them and i don’t know how to handle it." kento nanami never cared for workplace shenanigans. he never took his mind off of work. and he never thought he would develop feelings for his coworker, nor expect for them to feel the same way about him. what happens when he misses your three attempts to ask him out? perhaps reddit will know... ( 5.5K )
✩ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, angst, happy ending  - video banner ! AITA-verse!au, office romance!au, mutual pinining, cluelessness, misunderstandings, christmas time, mentions of alcohol, office worker!nanami, afab!reader.
✩ — things to note. happy monday everyone, i have for you yet another fic to go with my gojo one! this story was written as a gift for @antizenin bc i love her so bad !! can be read as a stand-alone but does make refrences to my AITA gojo fic !! thank you to @todorosie for beta reading! hope you enjoy beloveds <3 - series m.list ⋆ m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹
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my coworker is a wonderful person. they’re kind and sweet. they care a lot about others. recently, i’ve been having some…less than platonic feelings for them and i don’t know how to handle it. my chest feels tight when they’re away and whenever they’re nearby my heart beats so fast i feel like i might pass. it would be a pleasure to date them or to just stand by them… there’s only one problem. i’m not usually the type of guy who engages in workplace shenanigans, i hardly know how to interact with people outside of the confines of my work. my coworker has made a few advances, at least i think they have. i don’t know how to respond or whether or not i’m over-thinking this. do they even like me? is it all in my head? i could really do with some advice… how should i go about this and telling them how i feel?  TLDR: i have a crush on my coworker but i can’t, for the life of me, tell if they like me back. 
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you’ve always liked your co-worker, kento nanami.
to those who don’t know him, he appears quite stoic and blunt, cold even. like the crisp weather at the start of winter, air that’s sharp and bites unpleasantly at your nose. nanami tends to act the same towards those he holds no affections for, blocking them out as if he were a fortress made of stone.
one may even paint a picture of kento nanami as a lone wolf — callous and uninterested in the buzz of the office. he stays late, works long hours, never engages with the gossip on your floor after work. 
that’s only the beginning of how the world sees your blonde co-worker.
but you have come to know nanami, in your short time working for Gojo Corporations. you’ve not been there very long, still adapting to the office culture and your brand new line of work, but in the few months that you have been finding your equilibrium in the office — you’ve gotten used to nanami’s demeanour, his ethic, his lifestyle. you’ve come to appreciate it, and him. 
the man works hard, with a quiet confidence about him that puts your mind at ease — a quality you only wished that you had. it makes you curious, how little he seems to care about what it is Gojo Corp actually does but how much of his time he puts into it and how much he cares for the people around him too. you’ve learned, by taking the desk to nanami’s left, that he’d risen pretty quickly in the company, he begrudgingly seems to be gojo’s (your boss’) favourite employee and that he’s surprisingly good at what he does for someone who hates it so much. 
he presents at meetings and debfriefs calmly, always gets through his tasks with an air of rationale and when you’d first started…nanami was kind, gently leading you through your own work as if he’d taken your hand in his and was guiding you to some place warmer — away from the chill of your nerves and self-doubt. in his own way, he cared. nanami was not as cold as one might think. 
there’s so much more to him than what meets the average human eye. ever since joining the company — you found yourself curious, wanting to know everything about him. what drives him, what pisses him off, where he wants to go and who he wants to be. beneath his calm, collected and commanding aura there is a man whose heart holds many secrets. a man you want to know… and might even want to be with.
the very thought of being with nanami makes you shy where you wish that you weren’t. maybe then, you could tell the blonde office man how handsome you thought he looked while concentrating on filing reports and paperwork. perhaps you could then steel your nerves and stop the shake in your voice while telling him how much you like the low dip in his own when he explains KPIs and stock markets to you. not to mention how hard he works on keeping his patience with not just you… but the interns megumi, nobara and yuuji as well (yuuji was the brother of someone your boss new very well back in college, apparently). the ways in which he’s taken the young trio under your wing, it’s a wonder you haven’t had baby fever yet.
nanami even extends the same grace to your man-child of a boss, he wouldn’t have stayed working for Gojo Corp and for satoru gojo if he didn’t. in some ways, they were like a little family at the company, and nanami was the responsible one always picking up gojo’s messes and holding the others together. 
especially on days when gojo came into work emotional over developments in his ex’s new life.
still, nanami stayed. 
and your crush on him bloomed like a light frost spreading across the double-glazed glass of a window. 
you felt your heartbeat speed up whenever nanami was close by and you could smell the ginger and cinnamon on him, not to mention, the hairs on the back of your neck would stand whenever your hands brushed over one another’s. nanami was warm on the inside, you knew that — he liked his interns, he cared for gojo especially when the days were tough (like when he holed himself up in his office after finding out his ex was getting engaged). he even brought lunch for the office floor. mostly soup for haibara whenever he got sick. 
you knew deep down that nanami was soft and loving — you felt that he needed love too. you wanted to be the one to give it to him, even if it was the last thing you did.
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ATTEMPT #ONE - THE CHRISTMAS PARTY. 
satoru gojo’s office holiday parties were far from what was considered appropriate for the workplace. 
with thousand dollar bottles of booze and jars of caviar dotted about the main conference room — it was hard for anyone not to be in high spirits. the notes of cheery christmas carols drift through your ears and the tinsel that your boss had thrown over your shoulders scratches at your neck uncomfortably. you’re not one for buzzing celebrations like this, they’re too noisy and loud, but gojo has made you promise to attend this year's party… and he was oddly convincing for a manager this unserious. 
ultimately, you were glad that you’d decided to come because while being spoiled by your boss was all good and fun — it provided you with the perfect social setting and opportunity to speak to your longtime crush, nanami. 
like you, he wasn’t a fan of forced mingling in the office, and had no interest in consoling his tipsy manager who was currently crying up a storm into one of his poor intern’s shoulders. the blonde office man kept to himself, tucked away by the bright lights of the christmas tree as he nursed a piping hot coffee — he wouldn’t be getting drunk on company time. 
you manage to break away from conversing with shoko and make your way over to the latter co-worker, swallowing down your nerves with a swig of the moscato satoru had so generously picked out for you — knowing that you liked the sweeter stuff and that it would probably loosen your lips enough for you to get this over with (he and those interns were fully aware of how much you admired kento nanami). sliding up beside the man, your long, embroided skirts swish against his ankles — only serving to pull his attention away from his work phone and onto you. 
taking a sip of your drink to warm yourself up with liquid courage and break the ice — you hum, quietly. “any plans for the holidays, kento?” you ask him simply, and though your deep and gorgeous brown eyes stay trained on the bubbles in your glass — you can feel kento’s own chocolatey pair land on the side of your face. whether they’re scrutinising you or admiring you, you can’t actually tell.
if you were looking, you’d be able to see the way that the sharp edges of kento’s usual expression soften across his face — the straight line of his lips are parted, his furrowed brows becomes relax and his posture no longer ridged, but instead, at ease. if you were looking you’d know that out of all of his co-workers (aside from the interns), kento is most comfortable around you. he find your meek and cautious demeanour adorable and the way that you sometimes awkwardly flutter around him in conversations is cute. 
“not much, just working.” he responds quickly and shortly. to anyone else, they would have taken nanami’s reply as cold and callous, but you? you smile softly, glad that he’s even taking part in your small talk. 
you’ve always been a little quieter than most colleagues at Gojo Corp, but you’ve always tried your hardest to make connections and bring the group together. you care for the interns so deeply, helping them to learn from your initial mistakes at the organisation and to do better. he likes that you’re good company, knowing just the right things to ask and when, allowing for comfortable silences when no one in the team feels like talking.
nanami likes you. 
and perhaps that’s what makes him awkward around you as well, the very fact that he can’t find fault in you — that you’re too sweet and kind and gentle to complain about like he would with nagging gojo. what does he say to someone as wonderful as you?
he doesn’t want the moment to end, however. “how about you?” 
the blonde says your name softly, as though he’s testing it out on his tongue — and you can’t help the warmth that blooms like a spring rose in your chest at the honeysuckle sound. you’re hot all over and you’re sure it’s not the alcohol. 
“f-family!” you squeak shyly, voice high pitched as you fend off excitement — having nanami elaborate on your conversations isn’t a usual occurrence. coughing, you take a sip of your drink and knock it down a notch. not that kento would want you to, since he finds your enthusiasm to chat with him so endearing. “i have family…coming. o-over the break! flying in from abroad, so it’s going to be special.”  the blonde’s brow raises with interest, and you latch onto the opportunity to speak with him further, basking in your quiet moment together. “i’m not usually one to cook, but my mother and i will be handling dinner together! so it’ll be a mix of all sorts of foods. traditional and from our home country too.” 
nanami slips his work phone away in order to give you his full attention. “that sounds…wonderful,” he settles on saying. he wonders what your family is like, if they’re as shy and endearing as you or louder like that of the dynamics at the office. he imagines you surrounded by love, by laughter and warmth… and can’t help but yearn for the same. “i do miss home cooking, christmas in new york isn’t quite the same as japan.”
“t-then you’re welcome to spend christmas with us!” you blurt before your mind can even process what you’ve said. now you really must be drunk, or tipsy at the very least. who just invites their coworkers over to their house without getting to know them first. “we’ll have more than enough to fix you a plate…if you’d like,” despite your overexcited blunder, you remain hopeful that nanami will accept your invitation or at least get the hint. that you want to know him better and spend more time with him. 
but nanami doesn’t take the hint, he can’t seem to figure out why you’d want to spend time with him outside of work, and so, puts up a respectful boundary. nanami smiles and puts down the coffee he’d been drinking. “i wouldn’t want to impose on your time with family.” 
you frown, the stacked bricks of your excitement coming tumbling down. “kento that’s not what i meant—“ 
“look!” gojo cuts in, slurring from across the room as he points a shaky finger at the two of you by the tree. “they’re standin’ un’da the mistletoe!”
both yourself and nanami look up in disbelief to find yourselves standing under calculatedly placed mistletoe — no doubt due to the meddling of your boss. though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss nanami, it was more of question as to whether or not he wanted to kiss you.
“gojo, you’re drunk. and i really should be getting back to work.” kento insists, clearing his throat and immediately looking away from you with a bashful blush. you’re perfect, and darling, and to kiss you really would make kento’s day…but he’d never want to make you uncomfortable or put you on the spot like this. “i have budget reports for your meeting in a few hours.” 
“fuck the reports, don’t you wanna kiss the pretty lady?” nanami looks to you, shying away from the conversation and squirming under the sudden attention of the office party-goers. “i wouldn’t want to make her uncomfortable.” 
“i-i wouldn’t be.” comes your hushed whisper. 
nanami coughs to clear his throat, flustered by you. “are you sure?” 
having had enough of your back and forth, dancing around one another like two teenagers confessing to each other on white day — gojo steps in, forcing his drunk yet authoritarian hand. “come on nanamin,” the white haired man drawls impatiently. “if you don’t kiss her! i will!” 
“no!” you and nanami bark adamantly in unison — causing gojo to smirk and stagger happily while megumi and yuuji hold him up.
 “then go ahead and kiss. or i’ll have to fire you.” 
the idea of losing your job over a trivial christmas tradition is enough to spook you into agreeing. that and you couldn’t imagine kissing satoru gojo… the thought makes you gag to yourself. “fine,” nanami grunts before looking to and addressing you next, “do you mind?” 
you nod once, breath shaky. “it’s okay.” 
“where are you most comfortable being kissed?”
“um, i haven’t… i’ve not had my first yet so…” 
“ah, i see. i won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable then.” hearing the news makes something weird… stir within the blonde’s firm chest. being your first kiss, his co-worker’s first kiss is an appealing thought — almost a little twisted and selfish for him. to have that honour, to be the one you would give it to, makes his head spin. 
gojo cute through his train of thought, however. “god, would you too hurry it up!”
nanami rolls his eyes at his boss (which would have gotten anyone else fired.) but let’s the corners of his pink lips quirk up into a subtle smile directed at you, and only you. cautiously, he leans down as though not to spook you like a deer in the woods, and takes your hand in his larger and more calloused one. “sorry about this.” he hums quietly, the rough pad of his thumbs traversing through the ridges of your knuckles. 
“i-it’s fine.” you repeat your earlier sentiment, holding your burning breath as kento drags the back of your hand up to his lips. dark brown eyes meet even darker ones — your gentle gazes meeting in the middle as the tensions rise within the conference room. your entire body melts like butter in a pan and your heart bursts out your chest with the crescendo of the christmas music in the background when kento nanami presses a soft chaste kiss to the back of your hand.
your kiss under the mistletoe. 
once he breaks eye contact and snaps out of it — nanami is quick to announce is departure, covering up his flustered expression. “now, i really must be getting back to work. thank you for the party gojo,  kids,”  he nods at you softly with an utterance of your name and leaves not long after, leaving you with a flurry of butterflies in your tummy. 
leaving you a sheepish, warm mess because while you had intended to ask nanami out and failed, you still managed to get somewhat of a kiss. 
you press your hand to your lips, feeling the warmth of kento’s lips embedded into the skin there. somehow, you find it within yourself to ignore gojo's whine for a proper mistletoe liplock in the background — choosing to focus on the lingering touch left by your crush.
“how about the receptionist, she’s into you!” you hear yuuji suggest, earning a cheer from your stupid silver haired boss. 
the three interns plus gojo disappear from the party after that, while you remain stuck in place like a statue made of stones— repeating the kiss in your head over and over again, in your thoughts drowning in images of kento nanami. 
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ATTEMPT #TWO - THE SECRET SANTA.
“good morning, kento!”
“good morning to you too,” 
bristling from nanami’s warm greeting (as well as him calling you by your first name), you shuffle into the seat beside him with cold cheeks and bright eyes — doing your best to quietly shift out of your winter attire to make sure you don’t disturb the rest of the conference room. you’ve just snuck into the team meeting for Gojo Corp’s annual secret santa. this year would be your first time taking part and it took a hell of a lot of bribing (not really, just some locally made daifuku and the number of the receptionist gojo might be crushing on) to convince your boss to give you nanami for the special festive event. 
picking out a gift for your blonde haired and stoic presenting crush proved difficult at first. you already knew that kento spent a lot of time at the office, working hard and dedicating himself to hours of paperwork — but that wasn’t exactly useful to know when it came to gift giving. however, after weeks of gathering intel by tapping into whatever office buzz nanami was involved in and sharing short exchanges with him by the coffee cart outside of Gojo Corp, you’ve managed to learn two things about kento nanami.
one, his appreciation for something homemade or cooked — like the quaint family owned bakery not too far from the office. 
and two, his dream destination. the one place that he’s always wanted to vacation to — Kuantan, Malaysia. 
now you couldn’t exactly afford to just splurge and buy him a ticket over there, not to mention there was a considerate budget placed on gifts…but what you could do is bring nanami’s favourite things to the office. while gojo sets out the rules for staff, you gently place your carefully wrapped presents on the table before you, again, trying to avoid making a ruckus with the crinkling wrapping paper. 
“you’re a little later than usual.” nanami comments to you in a low tone, having been watching you this entire time. 
he would feel weird saying it out loud, but he notices that you’re always early into the office — clicking in around twenty minutes to nine every day and that you take your time in setting up your desk for the day. as though you have a routine to calm your anxieties.
“i had to stop by somewhere for a last minute gift.” you grin after a hushed quip. and nanami can’t help but find it contagious. you’re a warm ray of sunshine to him — one that he can’t help but want to bask under and be near, especially during this winter cold. you make kento feel at peace with your calm aura. the way you speak so tenderly and kindly. as he turns his attention back to a blabbering gojo, he finds himself growing jealous of whoever received your gift. whoever it is, he hopes that they appreciate your thoughtfulness.
after the rules are done, everything is exchanged between assigned pairs as gojo calls up who was responsible form who.
elation courses through nanami’s veins once he learns that his secret santa was you —  happy to know that he is about to be on the receiving end of your perfectly wrapped presents. 
“i hope you like them,” you bleat shyly, passing him the leopard print-covered gifts. the very sight makes him grin, since the paper matches his usual work tie.  
the blonde takes his time unwrapping each layer of paper — as if he doesn’t want to ruin all the hard work you put into presenting this perfectly for him. a strong wave of fondness crashes over your co-worker once the first present is revealed. nanami’s favourite, freshly baked sandwich from the japanese bakery downtown. the one he visits every day, and the same sandwich he orders every time. the one that fills him with nostalgia and reminds him of home. 
the next gift is even more thoughtful, and he fights off the urge to clutch his chest — as if cupid has shot an arrow right through his heart and made it yearn for you and your kindness. it’s a crocheted water lily, like those found in the Taman Gelora park in Malaysia. the same park that nanami has always wanted to go to. 
there’s a little postcard of the location too — with a note scribbled in your precise handwriting, wishing nanami a happy christmas. he tries not to dwell on the heart signed next to your name.
your saccharine voice slices through kento’s wild and appreciative thoughts delicately and he spares you a glance, watching your features as they illuminate with happiness from his reaction. you can tell that he likes your gift, and that fills you both with joy. “i heard from a little bird that you’ve always wanted to take a trip to Kuantan. and while i couldn’t get you a ticket myself, i figured these would be the next best thing. plus some food for your flight.” you joke while nanami thumbs the ridges of the yarn making up his water lily gift. 
he laughs then, remembering how yuuji had grilled him about his dream vacation weeks back. it must have been for you. 
you’re so selfless and thoughtful, it still blows the blonde office man’s mind that you would have gone through the trouble of getting him such a gift. most times, colleagues at Gojo Corp settle for fancy chocolates or snooty vouchers for department stores… but you used so much of your own time and effort to create something that kento nanami would truly appreciate. it drives him mad that he can’t seem to figure out why. why would you do something so nice for him? 
“i wish i could have gotten you something in return.” he mumbles fondly.
“i don’t need anything from you kento,” you say sweetly, making his heart race as you put your hand over his. “i appreciate you and you’re my friend. i don’t need anything more.” you figure now is a bad time to confess to him, in front of everyone. though you might have chosen the wrong words — because while you do want more from nanami, he now thinks that you don’t, pulling away from you slightly. “i… i appreciate everything you do for the company. a-and i like spending time with you. being your friend.” 
you facepalm internally, knowing you could have worded yourself better — but the realisation comes a little too late, for nanami is already pulling away from you, his once soft smile falling into place with the harsh lines of a frown. “thank you for the gifts,” he says, a little colder. now that he’s figured out why you truly made him those gifts. you see nanami as a friend, a good one. nothing more, like he had secretly hoped. “i must be getting back to work.” 
“o-oh but kento—“ he looks down at you icily, you have no idea why he’s being so cold. he hasn’t a clue either, it’s not like you know of his affections or fondness towards you. you thought that calling yourselves  friends would be just fine… at least until you found the confidence to confess properly. “nanami…did i offend you? i didn’t mean to pry with your gifts! i just wanted them to be perfect—“
“—you’re fine. just… duty calls. paperwork.” 
“oh, right.” you reply, weak and defeated, thinking that he’s mad at you. rejecting you again. “good luck nanami…”
“thanks,” he mumbles. “for this, and the gift.” 
“you’re welcome,” you say, mostly to yourself but before you can say more he’s disappeared from the conference room and gone back to his cubicle. 
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ATTEMPT #THREE - THE EVE OF CHRISTMAS.
as mentioned before, your boss isn’t exactly the serious type.
satoru gojo is silly and often irresponsible in regards to work. he’s had a lot to deal with and a lot to learn, he covers his mistakes with charms and smiles, but he’s learning. and when it comes down to it, satoru cares for the company, the office and most importantly —  his staff.
which is why he makes it a rule that no one in his main team should work over the christmas period — with no exceptions. 
of course, the ever-dedicated kento nanami has always found a loop-hole in avoiding the festive rule and his manager’s simple christmas wish. which is why, much to your chargin, satoru has meddled a little bit and sent you into the office to send nanami home. usually you wouldn’t mind the opportunity to speak with your crush, but after your second rejection from him in such a short space of time, you’re not so sure your little heart can take seeing the man before the holidays. 
you’d agreed to satoru’s request nonetheless, your family didn't arrive until tomorrow and you couldn’t live with yourself if you let kento work through the night. you still had feelings for him after all. 
when you arrive at your office, it’s dark and dim — matching the evening and it’s weather outside. you assume that any cleaning staff have already gone home, instructed by nanami who would also hate to keep people behind on Christmas Eve. it seems like him to offer to clean up after himself.
rounding the corner, you spot him in the conference room, tucked away by the tree from your christmas party as he taps away at his work laptop — no doubt finishing the Q3 report. you push past the glass door and make your way inside, tugging your scarf, hat and coat off while you watch nanami work. you hang them all up on a nearby coat rack.
“i know you’re there,” he speaks into the dark silence. “is that you, satoru? i’m not going home.” 
“actually, satoru sent me in here to make sure you weren’t working on Christmas Eve.” you respond in an even tone, ignoring the slash of hurt over your heart when nanami fails to even spare you so much as a glance upon hearing your dulcet voice. 
he instead scoffs, returning to his work. “tell him that i’m fine. i don’t need to be babysat. i know when to take a break.” kento doesn’t why he’s being so harsh with you, it’s not like you knew of his feelings. calling him your friend had been a token of kindness, but he let his rationality slip away and acted out because… what? he was afraid of your rejection?
despite his mean words, you stand your ground and refuse to leave kento alone. “i figured you might say that, so i bought you some food. these are cookies from the bakery that you like and they should keep you going,” you rummage in your tote for a small of cookies — pushing them across the large conference table for your stubborn blond co-worker. “the girl that works there is sweet. maybe we should go sometime, we can take a break from your work and have some cold turkey sandwiches ahead of Christmas Day—“
“if i wanted sweets i would have called up that meddling boss of ours, satoru,” nanami seethes, losing his patience. the more he looks at you, those big brown eyes and your soft, beautiful face, the more hurt he feels, the more nauseated he feels knowing that you might not like him the way he likes you. as  just friends, instead of something more. “why are you here?” 
you blink back your suprise. “w-what?” 
“don’t you have family to be spending the night with?”
“i do it’s just… i worry about you, nanami. you work too hard, it’s christmas.” 
“i really, really would like to finish the report so i can go home.” 
your face scrunches up with rage and using that same fury, you march over the blonde man in three short strides — grabbing his chair and whirling him around to face you. you slam his laptop closed with enough power to shatter the damn thing, fixing nanami to look at you. ”what is wrong with you?” 
“pardon?” 
“i’ve… i’ve been trying all month to show you how much..how much i care about you and how much i like you. but it’s like you don’t even see me.” your voice warbles despite how angry you are, tears threatening to spill over the edge of your lashes. everything hurts, you don’t know what you’ve done to make nanami resent you in the way that he does now. perhaps if you were different, more confident and self assured maybe he would notice your gestures and implications. maybe he would like you back.
you wish for the darkness of the office to swallow you whole and make you disappear as you and nanami do nothing but stare blankly at each other. however, the lights on the obnoxious christmas tree continue to flash in the corner — illuminating the crystal tears clumped in your lashes and the slope of your features with a perfect golden glow. nanami sees you, he always has…but what good would a man like him be to a girl like you? sure, he wants to settle down, wants christmas with someone he loves, somewhere comfortable where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing — let alone money.
…but nanami is a tough nut to crack, he keeps to himself so much that even now you’re struggling hard to get him to speak his truth, and his feelings. he wouldn’t want you to give up trying even while he struggles to open up. 
“i see you.” finally, kento finds his confidence and admits his truth to you. “i always have.” 
he stands from his seat, towering over you and you stumble back. “do you? i’ve tried so hard… to tell you…”
the blonde leans down to your height and your words trail off, overwhelmed by him. “to tell me what?” 
he prays that you can’t hear the pound of his heart against his ribcage or the blood rushing through his ears… but nanami has never stepped out of line or taken a risk and if he doesn’t, break the rules, he could risk losing the one good thing at this god forsaken place. “that i… that i like you. kento. i-i’m fond of you.” you exhale through your words, succumbing to everything that makes up kento nanami. his scent, gingerbread and fresh mint, makes you dizzy, his proximity makes your world tilt on its axis and you’re so nervous that you latch onto the collar of his dark blue dress shirt to keep yourself steady. 
nanami seizes the opportunity to pour into you every emotion that he can’t bring himself to say. his large hands settle gingerly on the small of your back and his warm breath coasts over your fleshly lower lip, as if to ask for permission to kiss you properly. “may i?” comes his timbre voice, equality as shaky as yours had been earlier. you shake your head ‘yes’, giving nanami your consent to press his lips against your own in a life changing kiss. the action is tender, guiding you in all of the right places where you lack experience. the fists you'd formed in the collar of his shirt loosen the more that nanami works your lips in his gentle kiss — warming the frost over your little heart. 
“i’m quite fond of you too,” he says your name after finally giving you the room that you need to breathe and kento brushes a thumb over your the swell bottom lip before he kisses you gently again. “i’m sorry i didn’t say so earlier.” 
still holding onto him, a breathy chuckle escapes you as if you’re in shock. “w-what…what changed your mind? i thought you didn’t like me like that…”
“it wasn’t my mind that needed changing. it was the way i saw how you felt about me… i should have asked instead of assuming you only saw me as a friend. that was my mistake,” nanami explains carefully, choosing his words wisely. “you’ve been fair and kind to me, and i failed to give you the same grace due to my own doubts. i admire you, and should have confessed to you sooner but i—“ 
“but you wanted to finish working first, i get it.” you giggle and lean up to peck kento on the lips, stealing the words right out of his mouth. “just… please talk to me next time. i thought you were mad at me.” 
your blonde co-worker, crush and now.. partner? (that was to be decided) gives your waist an apologetic squeeze — acknowledging his mistakes. “i owe you that much,” he replies warmly, “now how about those turkey sandwiches you were talking about?” nanami questions you awkwardly, in his own charming way of asking you out for a date on christmas eve. 
after packing up and like a gentleman, he retrieves your scarf, hat and coat from the nearby coat rack by the door and gently pulls them over you one by one. like he cares, like he might even love you. he even zips you up to protect your cheeks from the bitter cold. nanami folds his own coat over the bend of his and grasps your hand firmly in his — keeping you close as you walk out of the office, a newly formed christmas couple. 
somewhere off in the distance, the boss of the Gojo Corp office watches with a sly grin. while satoru might not have gotten his holiday romance, he’s glad his little plan was enough to get yourself and nanami together. 
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breeding? i am down BAD for that shit
☆ GOJO AND GETO , BREEDING ☆
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How they stuff your lil cunt full of them , and their small reasons why.
☆ Gojo Satoru 
Honestly, he just got off to the thought of it. A lil weakling like you being filled with his seed. If there was a name for a superiority kink , Gojo would have it. “Lucky you” he huffed out against your ear. Cock hitting so deep inside you with the sole purpose of getting you pregnant, filling you up. You felt so full you couldn’t even explain it, legs trembling as he blew another load inside you. “ a lil nobody like you gets to carry my heir” he’d laugh. You were a nobody, you were so fucking lucky to have his cock splitting you open. The amount of cum between you makes it hard for him to even pull himself out. Cum trying to escape your fluttering hole just to be fucked back into you. “ S-Satoru , it doesn’t take this much to get me pregnant!” You gasped out , feeling the buzz of overstimulation over take you as you added to the overflowing amount of white flooding from your cunt. “ yeah baby … I’m well aware” he smiled , still fucking into you with hunger. 
☆ Geto Suguru 
See he would have killed you. You were simply a monkey after all. A useless life form… but the way your cunt sucked him in so nicely he just couldn't let go. Hips attacking your ass violently as you cried out. “ F-fuck , your s-s big” you whimpered, arms reaching out for something that wasn’t there from the way he was kissing your cervix. “ Hush , just take me “ he’d scoff at you , secretly hoping you’d never be quiet , your small sounds being music to his ears. Fuck you had to be the best he’d ever had the way he was compelled to come inside you. Fill you up with his seed. And he did just that , pushing all his weight down on you as you let out a yelp. “ fuck fuck fuck , gonna fill you up mkay”  he grunted out. For him to be a stranger , you surprisingly had no complaints. “ yes please~” you moaned out, somehow feeling him deeper than before even though that wouldn’t be possible. You felt the veins of his dick running along your gummy walls that were soon painted white. Shit maybe he was going to keep you around, you weren’t so bad. 
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Hi I was wondering if u can do more roommate Ethan landry like he walks out of his room to find reader in the kitchen with lingerie and SMUT u can add the rest I love ur work btw🧸
Request: Reader with a slight exibitionist kink where she likes to flash her tits in public places to tease Ethan and Ethan gets hard every time
This smut sucks and I'm so sorry
Warnings: 18+, public nudity, oral (m receiving), 
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Ever since he drunkenly confessed to being a virgin and having never seen a girl naked before, teasing your roommate became your favorite hobby. The best way to do so, you found, was by randomly flashing him in public places. In the subway, during your morning runs in Central Park, or even in your apartment building's hallway. 
It was amusing to watch him get flustered and whine every time. 
Your favorite one was at the bodega down the street when getting snacks. 
It was never anything too scandalous. Just a quick flash of one of your breasts when nobody but him was looking. 
Little did you know, all those teasings were driving Ethan crazy. The number of public boners he got lately was embarrassing. All because of your pretty tits. God he wished he could cum on them and paint you with his cum. 
A couple of weeks of teasing later, the game was still just as fun as the first time. You thought Ethan would get less flustered with time, but he didn’t. His whines turned into groans, getting more annoyed at you than scandalized. There were a few incidents where someone else got a peak too, like that one time in the subway, but you got out before the man could come sit next to you and try to get a grope. 
‘’Tara changed her mind, by the way,’’ you told Ethan while finishing your slice of overpriced cherry pie at the café around the block. ‘’She will be joining us on Friday. She and Sam got into an argument and she wants to piss her off by going to the Kappa Phi party.’’
Ethan frowned. ‘’Won’t this aggravate the situation?’’ he asked, already done with his late lunch and just playing on his phone. 
You nodded. ‘’Probably, but Tara is set on pissing her off more.’’
‘’This is not gonna end well and I don’t want to be there when it blows up.’’ 
‘’Me either.’’ You looked around to see if anyone was looking your way, then pulled the top of your cami and flashed a boob. ‘’I can’t finish. I’m full. Do you want the rest of my cherry pie?’’ 
‘’I told you not to take the pie—’’ His words were cut off when he looked up. ‘’Ugh, please stop,’’ Ethan whined half-heartedly, covering his face with his palm to hide how flustered he was. 
You giggled in return, pushing your plate toward him. ‘’Your face matched the pie’s filling.’’ 
In the midst of the jokes and all the teasing, you fell into the cliché of falling for your roommate and found yourself developing feelings for Ethan. You didn’t think this would happen when you signed the lease, but he was sweet, dorky and surprisingly muscled under his preppy polos.  
The problem was, you tried to flirt with Ethan, but he was rather clueless when it came to understanding girls' intentions. Seeing that your hints weren't working, you decided to take a more direct approach. You bumped up your teasing by dressing in lingerie and casually strolling around the apartment one Sunday morning. Perhaps this would finally make him realize your feelings for him.
The bra and panty set you chose was light pink and barely covered anything. It was a guaranteed boner. 
In Ethan’s routine, Sundays were for staying in and watching movies or catching up on his readings for Monday’s classes. However, this Sunday was different. When Ethan woke up and went to get the coffee machine working, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his roommate standing in the kitching in lingerie. 
‘’Shit. Sorry. I didn’t know you were up.’’ 
You turned around when you heard his voice and saw Ethan’s eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights, pieces of curly hair sticking up at the back from moving during his sleep.  
He gulped, averting his eyes from your body and trying to stay calm — in other words, trying to not get a boner. ‘’Did you have someone over? You probably do… I didn’t hear anything though, which is strange because these walls are paper-thin.’’ Ethan covered his face with his palms, immediately regretting that last sentence. ‘’Eh, I can go to Chad’s and come back later when your date leaves—’’ he rushed, stumbling over his words. 
‘’There’s no one here. I dressed up for you,’’ you responded with a playful smile.
Your words hung in the air, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty enveloping the room.
‘’For me?’’ Ethan echoed skeptically.
You nodded, looking up at him sweet and innocent as you awaited his response. ‘’Do you like it?’’ 
Ethan twitched in his sweatpants, his mouth unable to form any words. 
‘’I've been trying to drop hints, but it's like you're immune to them. So, I thought maybe this would make it a bit clearer…’’ You stepped closer to him, pushing your shoulders back to make your chest more forward. 
Ethan's cheeks flushed a shade of pink darker than your lingerie. He scratched his head, a shy smile tugging at his lips. It was too early for this kind of confession. His brain was barely awake. ‘’I... I didn't realize. I thought you were just teasing me because of me being a virgin.’’ 
‘’Initially. But I found myself developing a strange liking to the dorky virgin I was teasing,’’ you said, taking a step closer to him and closing the gap between you. ‘’What do you say we stop playing, Roomie?’’ You reached between your breasts and unclasped your bra, freeing Ethan’s two enemies for the last few months. 
Not knowing what to respond, Ethan simply kissed you. 
While he lacked experience, it wasn’t his first kiss. He had kissed a few girls during high school…and had a lot of practice kissing the back of his hand. 
Luckily for him, you were there to show him the ropes, your hands wandering up and wrapping around his neck to pull your body closer. He gasped softly against your mouth, feeling your breasts press against his chest through his shirt, your body warmth sending waves of electricity through him. 
You slid one hand underneath his worn Star Wars shirt and Ethan pulled back when he felt his cock twitch again. And since your body was so close to his, you felt it too. 
‘’Sorry… It’s just—’’
You shook your head. ‘’It’s okay. I got you,’’ you assured with a sweet smile, wanting to make him feel not so anxious about his lack of experience. You wanted him to focus on what you were going to do to him. ‘’I got you.’’ 
You pressed your lips to Ethan’s once more, taking his hands as you kissed and running them over your body. They found the path to your breasts and Ethan couldn’t help but give them a small squeeze, making you laugh softly. Of course he would do that. 
As you slid down him to the floor, Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. You felt him tense and looked up, telling him it’s gonna be okay. He nodded and you pursued, undoing his  dark grey sweatpants and slowly pulling them down. His boxers were already tented as you moved your hand over his hard cock, a small wet spot of precum making the fabric a darker color.
Ethan was pleasantly big, but not so massive you would need two hands. You slowly slid your hand down the shaft, maintaining the slightest pressure. At the base you grasped a bit harder and dragged your hand back to the now reddish head, circling it in your fist.
‘’Aah fuck,’’ Ethan moaned out. It felt much better than his own hand.
You giggled at his reaction and continued your ministries. ‘’I haven’t put my mouth on you yet.’’ 
‘’I don’t ca—’’ his voice was cut by another moan, his whole body shuddering as you leaned forward to give him a long lick from base to tip. 
You kept licking up and down his shaft, wanting to get him nice and wet as you moved your hands to his balls. Ethan threw his head back, the muscles of his thighs flexing. He was going to cum fast, as most first-timers embarrassingly did. 
Not wanting him to spill before the fun began, you opened your lips and took the weeping, engorged head into your mouth. 
‘’Fuck, that feels so good!’’ he moaned out weakly, his hands searching for something to grab, something to hold onto.
You grinned around his cock and opened your mouth wider, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. 
After a little over a minute, Ethan couldn’t hold it anymore. He was a whimpering and moaning mess above you, gripping the countertop to keep his control. As soon as you felt the first spurt of cum in your mouth, you pulled off and let him cum all over your breasts, painting them in white ribbons. 
You had never done this before, but you thought Ethan would like it. And he did. 
When he was done, he looked down at you, cum running down your chin, and whined as his cock twitched.
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luhalalusce · 2 years
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In September it's gonna be 2 years since the campaign I dm started so I've decided to buy nice minis for my players. I found a place online with good deals and somehow it ended up cheaper than buying models for 3d printing. Some of them need some work to make them look more like the characters (no tiefling druid minis available, the tortle race only had 1 pack available and another player is gonna use a famous MtG character), but I don't mind doing that.
I just hope I didn't accidentally start the Sweater curse, because in that case I'm keeping the minis.
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When Elena starts asking for something with a word that doesn't make any sense, Mapi and Ingrid enlist the help of their teammates to figure it out.
(a/n: I feel like so many of my stories are so angsty that getting to just sit here and write tooth ROTTING fluff is healing me a little inside. Anyways. Please enjoy :)
Ingrid and Mapi typically brought Elena to training one day a week with them. It wasn’t hard to have the baby at the training ground when everyone there wanted to hold her and say hello, but the two Barcelona players still worried that she would get in the way if she came too often. 
Nevermind the fact that everyone's faces lit up the minute that Elena came in through the door, or that there was genuinely always someone ready to hold the little girl. All of the Barcelona girls absolutely adored Mapi and Ingrid’s daughter, and she was admittedly making the baby fever run rampant throughout the team, though nobody else had acted on that urge just yet. 
Elena had missed the last few weeks at training due to various conflicts that had kept the little girl away, so when Mapi pulled her little Barcelona jersey that she always wore to the training ground out in the morning, the baby was immediately shrieking in excitement. Because as much as the Barcelona girls loved Elena, she loved them just as much. 
They managed to get everyone dressed, fed, and out the door in a surprisingly easy fashion. Elena was a relatively simple and easygoing baby, and when she knew they were headed to the training ground she was always on her best behavior, excited about what was to come. 
Ingrid turned the radio on a low setting as Mapi drove them toward the training center, with Elena babbling away in the back happily. 
“Oh yeah? How about that!” Mapi hummed as Elena continued to talk away, none of her words really making sense but remaining insistent nonetheless. She was at the age where she was starting to say some actual words, but for the most part she was still just getting out sounds and hums without much rhyme or reason to them. 
But Mapi encouraged it anyway, having read in a baby book that it was good for development either way. Ingrid looked back at their little girl with a soft smile, reaching back to brush some of her sandy blonde curls away from her face. 
Elena giggled happily at her as they pulled into the parking lot, both women getting out as Mapi went to grab their daughter while Ingrid got their stuff. 
The Spaniard had just hauled the little girl out of her car seat before Elena was twisting in her arms, gesturing to the ground. 
“Mami, walk?” Elena asked, her voice light and hopeful. Mapi smiled as she nodded, letting her down and holding out her hand for Elena to grasp. She started to toddle forward, gripping the brunette’s hand with iron clad strength as she ventured forward on unsteady little legs. 
Ingrid had two bags over her shoulders, one for her and her wife and one for Elena, but she watched the scene in front of her with thinly veiled horror. She knew that their daughter needed to learn to walk, knew that it was important for her to practice, but it still made her nervous. She didn’t want her to get hurt, or for something to happen to her. 
“Ingrid, she needs to walk,” Mapi reminded the Norwegian softly, having looked back to see the anxiety painted across her wifes features. Ingrid softens slightly, swallowing thickly and nodding with uncertainty, as though she was trying to convince herself of the brunette’s words. 
“Right, no I know, I just…I worry that something is going to happen to her,” Ingrid admits, watching as Elena stumbles slightly, but thanks to her connection with Mapi’s hand the Spaniard can keep her upright, looking back at her fellow defender with a look that reeked of ‘I told you so.’
“She is going to be fine, princesa, I promise. Plus, she is so close to the ground, how could she possibly hurt herself that badly!” The Spaniard argued, and Ingrid’s expression soured in the face of her wifes logic, and she held her hand up grumpily. 
“You’re close to the ground,” Ingrid argued, and Mapi rolled her eyes with a smile, preparing to say something back when Elena piped up from below them. 
“Le?” She asked, her eyes big and hopeful as she looked at her mothers. Both of them frowned, looking from the baby to one another. 
“Do you know what ‘le’ is?” The Norwegian asked in a hushed tone, and Mapi could do nothing but shrug slightly, shaking her head. 
“I have no idea what ‘le’ is,” she admitted, and upon hearing the word spoken again Elena said it a little louder this time, looking even more hopeful than before. Unable to find an answer, the three of them made their way into the facility anyways. With the chaos of everything, the center back was quick to pick her baby up, ignoring Elena’s protests that she could walk. 
The little girl’s upset was forgotten the minute they made their way into the locker room, replaced with pure excitement at seeing everyone. The whole team was there, with the exception of a few of the injured players who were in the gym already, working on their rehab. 
“Jay! Jay!” Elena half cheered-half shrieked as they approached Mapi’s locker, and the baby was promptly reaching for Jana as they arrived next to her. 
“Hi Elena” The younger defender cheered, plucking the little girl from her fellow defenders arms and wrapping her in a hug. “Oh I missed you!” 
Elena giggled into the defender's chest, making herself comfortable for a moment before she poked her head up, looking around at everyone. Most of the other girls were already changed, and Mapi and Ingrid were quick to do the same as everyone flocked to Jana to greet the little girl. They had missed seeing her the last few weeks, and she was equally thrilled to see everyone again. 
The sandy blonde girl allowed for herself to be passed around to everyone, letting all of them press gentle kisses to her cheeks as she babbled and giggled with excitement. 
It was when she ended up in Mariona’s arms that she looked around, a wrinkle appearing in her brow. When she doesn’t see the answer to her concern in the locker room, Elena turns to Mariona, her little eyebrows furrowed together. 
“Le?” Elena asks again, and Mariona feels a wave of confusion settling over her as she looks toward Mapi and Ingrid. The Norwegian and Spaniard looked at their daughter and then back to each other again. 
“What’s ‘le’?” The forward asked, and Mapi shook her head once more. 
“We can’t figure out what it means!” The brunette explained earnestly, more than a little lost on the meaning of what Elena kept asking for. 
“Le? Like Leah? Or Lia?” Keira suggested, turning toward Mariona for an answer. But the forward immediately shook her head, bouncing the baby as she answered.  
“She’s never met either of those people,” Mariona pointed out, and the midfielder deflated as she realized that the Spanish woman was right. 
“Maybe she means…Frido? Le, as in like Fridolina?” Aitana suggested, and all of them looked at each other in agreement, considering that it is a good idea. “I believe she is on the pitch already, if we want to go out!” 
The rest of the team made their way out toward the pitch for practice, with Ingrid carrying Elena as they walked. The baby played with her mothers thick, long ponytail as they walked, keeping herself as entertained as possible. 
“Frido!” Ingrid called out as they came closer, and Elena perked up at the mention of her godmother. 
“Fro-fro!” Elena clapped her hands together as Frido ran over, ignoring Ingrid entirely in favor of the baby in her arms. 
“Elena!” The blonde cried as Ingrid rolled her eyes, her hands coming to rest on her hips. 
“I’m right here too, don’t you know?” Ingrid pointed out, but her Swedish friend simply shrugged, settling Elena on her hip. 
“I saw you yesterday. I haven’t seen my guddotter in weeks!” Frido exclaimed, bouncing Elena up and down as she tickled the little girl's belly. Elena doubled over in laughter, and everyone couldn’t help but look over, completely entranced with the happy little girl. 
When she had finally caught her breath, Elena looked up at Frido with an expectant expression. 
“Le?” She asked once more, and Ingrid dropped her head into her hands as everyone groaned. Frido looked around in confusion, asking what was going on. 
“We can’t figure out for the life of us what ‘le’ is!” Keira explained as understanding washed over the Swedish forward. She looked down at the little girl, who was looking around as though she was trying to find whatever ‘le’ happened to be. 
“She looks like she’s looking for something. Maybe whatever ‘le’ is, is out here?” Frido tries, and since nobody else can come up with a better answer, they decide to take that course of action. 
So while the entire team warms up, they decide that the best course of action is to just show Elena everything that they’re working with, in the hopes of getting to the bottom of what ‘le’ is. 
Patri shows her a medicine ball, and the little girl slaps her hands against it but is otherwise uninterested, allowing the midfielder to boop the top of her head before she leaves her alone. 
Esme picks her up as she and Salma walk the little girl over to a pole that is stuck into the ground. Salma shakes it slightly, while Esme points to it, trying to capture Elena’s attention. But the baby is entirely uninterested, instead reaching for Salma in lieu of engaging with the pole. The young forward is quick to make an exit, more than a little scared at the prospect of being left alone with the baby, or having to hold her. It was a running joke that Elena loved Salma, but the young forward consistently panicked whenever the little girl was around, having never really done anything with babies before in her life. 
Marta and Lucy tag team showing her first the big goal, and then the little ones they use in practice. Lucy sets her up with a ball and Marta holds both of her hands as Elena steps into the ball, trying to kick it and sending it rolling forward a coupon of centimeters into the goal. 
The English woman immediately snatches the baby up, holding her up and running around in celebration with excitement until she receives a telling off in the form of Ingrid shouting Lucy! Put my baby down!
Mapi quickly collects Elena, and with Irene’s help she shows her the foam rollers and step up blocks, but nothing appears to catch the little one’s attention. She asks each person she is with “Le?” and none of them have a good enough answer for her in her little mind. 
All of the girls have resigned themselves to the fact that they aren’t going to figure out what the baby is talking about, when they end up actually getting their answer. 
The girls have just broken from their water break, and Elena was grabbed by Keira and taken away from her blanket and toys to go hang out with the team instead. The baby was settled on the grass, patting it happily as Mapi sat with her, doing the same. Ingrid smiled down at the two of them, unable not to see the qualities of her wife inside of their daughter in times like this as they both greeted the grass together with big smiles. 
Mapi gets distracted looking back at Irene, who is asking her a question about something they’ve been doing, that she entirely misses the way that Elena’s face lights up as she gets to her feet, noticing something in the distance. 
She can’t really run yet, but that doesn’t stop Elena from taking off at a fast toddle away from the group, her shriek of joy getting everyone’s attention. 
“LE!” Elena exclaimed loudly, her feet moving fast in her quest as everyone turned to see what was going on. 
“Elena!” Alexia ran toward the little girl, ignoring the slight protest of her knee as she bent down and scooped the baby up, holding her tightly to her chest. Elena practically melted into the blonde, wrapping her arms around her godmother's neck. The captain had been in the gym all day doing rehab for her knee discomfort, but she had decided to come out on a break to say hello to Elena and everyone else. 
Everyone at the water cooler let out a collective ohhh as they all realized that Elena meant ‘le’ as in ‘Alexia.’ The Barcelona captain tilted her head to the side in confusion, still holding the little girl's body tightly to her own. 
“What is going on?” Alexia asked, not understanding what all of her teammates seemed to be talking about. 
“Elena has been asking for you all day, but all she’s been saying is ‘le,’ so none of us knew what she was talking about until you walked out here,” Mapi explained as Elena leaned back slightly, reaching up to gently poke at Alexia’s cheek. 
“Le!” She babbled, looking from the captain to her Mami with a pleased expression. Everyone around them looked at the two with wide smiles, as Elena pressed herself into Alexia with a big smile spread across her cheeks.
“Did you miss your Tia Alexia?” Mapi asks, reaching forward to poke the little girl's belly. Elena nodded as twisted away from her Mami and further into the Spanish captain, and Alexia simply turned her body away from the defender before she started jogging away. 
“Nope, nope, Elena is all mine!” Alexia yelled back at Mapi, Elena babbling away at her happily as Mapi chased after the two of them. The little girl clung tightly to the blonde, but she smiled back at the Spanish defender as she chased after the pair, calling out. 
“Hey, wait a minute! Bring back my baby!”
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cxteangel · 19 days
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Hazbin Hotel characters painting your nails
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# summary ; Hazbin hotel characters that I think would know how to paint your nails!
# note ; Hello everyone! This is a random thought I had, and I needed to write!! I hope you enjoy it!! Also, reminder that this is just my opinions and headcannons :D
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Charlie definetly knows how to paint someone's nails!!
She learnt it from her father, and even if it's something she doesn't do often, she still likes to do it.
It's therapeutic for her to do it, it's not something that stresses her, or something that hard.
So Charlie really likes doing it!
She loves to paint your nails whenever you want to change something from your appearance, or when she just feels like doing something calm.
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Lucifer also knows how to paint your nails.
Just like I said before, he was the one who taught Charlie how to do it.
He used to paint Lilith nails when they were together but he doesn't do it anymore since she disappeared.
It's not something he does often, and it might get him a bit stressed when he paints something wrong.
But it's definetly nice to have you asking him to do your nails.
And Lucifer probably used to paint Charlie's too.
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Rosie!!! You can't tell me she doesn't know how to paint your nails.
She obviously knows how to, and even does it frequently.
Taking care of her own nails, and now, yours too. She's always doing it for you if you don't want to do it though.
Rosie gets you to do your nails at least weekly. The nail polish needs to always be in your hands.
She's amazing at doing it too! With such light and delicate hands, painting it your favorite color.
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Angel Dust knows a lot on how to do it too.
He is always painting his in whichever color his boss asks him, so he basically needed to learn how to do it.
But painting your nails feels way better than painting his.
Mostly because you asked him by yourself, you're not having to do it because someone asked.
And that's how you two meet frequently for him to do your nails while gossiping about other demons.
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She knows a lot about fashion and stuff, how could she not be here?
So yes, Velvette is really good at doing your nails too.
Velvette has like, hundreds of different nail polishes, each one with a color.
You just gotta ask her, she doesn't mind doing it for you.
She probably does it even without you asking, there's just no way she'd let you walk around without taking care of your nails first.
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She's probably the one who knows the least on this list.
I mean, she knows how to do it a little, but she doesn't get to do it that often.
Mostly paints only hers and Sera's nails.
But when she finally gets the chance to practice more on your own hands, she'd be so happy!
Emily really likes to do it, she just never got the chance to do it a lot.
You're basically getting a new color of nail polish almost every day.
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I feel like surprisingly, he'd know how to paint nails as well.
It's not like he has a lot of things to do, and he definetly gets bored easily.
That's when one day he just begun to paint his own nails.
He doesn't really show them to anyone though, so when you ask him to paint yours he'd be more than happy to do it.
Now he gets to test out more of manicure abilities without worrying about it.
He mainly uses black every single time, but if you ask for another color he might do it.
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Molly looks like she'd be the one to teach Angel how to paint nails when they were alive.
She's good, but not amazing. Just, fine enough to paint it on a plain color.
She is more than glad to help you out with your own nails if you ask her.
Molly doesn't have a lot of nail polishes, so you either uses the little she has, or get more.
Probably sticks her tongue out when concentrated in painting the nails.
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messylustt · 8 months
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what you remind them of. spiderverse
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you reminded hobie brown of stickers. in a figurative sense, but also a literal. the way you could be placed anywhere and still be recognisable to him. some days he saw a pattern, etched into the way you smiled. other days he saw colours, reflected from the way you felt. blue, orange, pink, green. the changeable nature has him reeling and intrigued. he wants you to decorate his life, or at least his guitar. with your careful fingers, options of cartoon characters or skulls being plastered to one of his most prized possessions. he loved it. the way you’d change, matching his inconsistent attitude. and when the stickers would begin to ware and peel, he never once chose to remove them. because the reminder that you’d stay, his want for you to stay made his ringed fingers dance over the simple stuck cut outs.
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you reminded miguel o’hara of sugar. sweet of course, but something his tastebuds had to get used to. he wasn’t a sweet tooth at first. finding your sugary tone and sweet sweet smile something hard to stomach. maybe deep down it was because he secretly craved something of that flavour, that taste. he tried to keep his diet free from you, ignoring his salivating mouth. but he had to give in, he just had to with the way he knew your skin would be exactly what he needs his tongue to feel. his life lacklustre, filled with bland foods and even blander friendliness. you were a breath of fresh air, something he knew he’d grow addicted to. his sweet tooth was now prominent, obsessed with you day after day.
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you reminded lyla of tears. something she physically couldn’t compute. the way the water droplets would fall, staining your cheeks and creating a morning dew feel to your eyelashes. when she first saw them, her instinct was to reach out. her code told her she couldn’t wipe your eyes but her want told her she could. so pretty when you’d either cry from joy or sadness. though most of the time alone, lyla would be watching. tears…your tears were something she remembered. strangely it didn’t compare to others. some would wail, sniffle, exclaim. but you would sit, blinking, and letting the tears slowly make their descent down your face, coating your lips in a shimmer that made her want to lean in.
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you reminded miles morales of shoelaces. specifically his shoelaces. the amount of times you’ve reminded him to tie them has been endless. your subtle gestures or raises of your brows, has earned him to glance down. sometimes he’d catch you, fingers out as you lean to do them yourself. but he’d never want you to do the work so he’d poke his finger against your head, moving you back. now you’d call him stupid, he’d call you a little neat freak, while stumbling over his untied laces. your smug smile would earn a flustered but still stubborn state from him. but just to annoy you a step further he’d always be tying your shoelaces, neglecting his own in a way of saying ‘your safety is more important than mine.’ which would result in a round about way of you pointing out the ‘safety’ of it while threatening to have them glued.
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you reminded miles morales earth-42 of paint. the kind that’s messy and creates large artworks. your face might be stained with colour, your fingers most definitely so. with raised brows and a frown he’d point out your never ending strokes. you’d bring colour to his world, hellbent eventually, as he’d push off the idea for what feels like eternity. but slowly, gradually, would he find your paints staining his skin, matching graffitied art like a tattoo. surprisingly he wouldn’t wipe it away, tracing the mess with a prowler claw. you were a mess, all over the place, he made that clear to you. but what he doesn’t tell you is the way he’s kept your messy paintings for himself, subtly letting you paint and create at his home. he may not admit to it, but you’ve painted your heart, a pretty thing that he’s kept all for himself.
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you reminded pavitr prabhakar of shells. the kind of seashore ones found at the beach. it’s a new scenery from what he’s used to. you seem to always have this saltwater scent, fresh and inviting. with smiles he’s spoken to you, listened to your voice like the shells that float out into the ocean, dragging him with you. he likes the feel of the sand between his toes. he also likes the pretty patterns that would imbed themselves into the ground. you were like a shell, pretty and something he always loves to find. he liked to treasure the shells he’d find, keep them safe. collections like the collections he’d want to keep of your words. tucked safe into his pockets. your intriguing secrets with the sound of ocean that you’d hear when you press your ear to a larger shell matched perfectly.
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you reminded gwen stacy of neon lights. bright and colourful. you were something that made her eyes widen as she stared. like a club street light, you’d invite people in. even inside the club with the flashing lights, you’d keep people entertained. she always stood by you, soaking in your colourful rays. she may even gain inspiration for her hair, the tinges of pink that would stain your lips made her want to match. you were alive in the night, her favourite pastime just flying through the city with you as her guide. even if it would rain you seemed to shine, your smile only making her eyes reflect colour. you made her feel excited with your hooded gaze. you even met under a neon street sign, ready for a mission in the dark. a mission she’ll never forget.
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you reminded peter b. parker of a pillow. comforting and something easy to rest his head on. you’d feel him doze off on your shoulder, maybe even your lap. small dribbles of drool would make you smile at just how easy it was to get him to sleep if you were in his reach. even your clothes reflected comfort, his hands gravitating towards you. he almost always kept you tucked to him like a carry on pillow. a pillow mayday seemed to enjoy too, as she’d crawl all over your shoulders, your secure hands making sure she didn’t fall. she may even think you bigger like a bed, as she’d jump excitedly in your arms. not to mention your soft skin, his fingers tracing over like a silk slip.
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valeskafics · 4 months
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"Never Forget Your First" - Michael Gavey x Reader
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a/n: OKAY combining @autumnhymns nasty little thoughts with @aegonslawyer y'all are sick and i hope you enjoy this 🤭🩷
Summary: They say you never forget your first, but Michael's going to make sure his first doesn't forget him.
TW: slight dubcon, darkish behavior (it's not super crazy), she/her pronouns, afab reader, jealousy, creeper michael, loss of virginity, p in v sex, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, edging, finger in the bum, degradation kink, orgasm denial, apologies if i missed something
Word Count: 2,010 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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In retrospect? You probably never should have felt bad for Michael Gavey. Oliver clearly ditched him to hang out with you and your friends for good reason. According to your new friend, Gavey was a bit of a prick, thinking himself superior to almost everyone on campus. But that night, when Oliver ditched him to hang out with you, Felix, and the others, you just saw a boy who looked a bit like an injured puppy. The sad little way he waved at Oliver tugged at your heartstrings and you found yourself leaving the table, making some thin excuse about needing to study for an exam. Felix had given you an odd look before offering to walk you back, worrying about you heading out alone so late, but you waved off his concern, grabbed your purse, and rushed off after Michael.
Oliver was right, you quickly realized. Gavey was definitely a bit of a cunt. Abrasive to the point of being rude, a definite superiority complex. Hell, he didn’t even take you seriously until you mentioned you’re an engineering major. That was when he looked at you for the first time. Really looked at you, his gaze intent, eyes rapt with fascination as he began interrogating you about your courses. Your usual circle of friends aren’t in STEM, so this? This was a welcome reprieve from hearing their pseudointellectual conversations.
You wouldn’t have considered Michael a friend by any means. He was just someone you occasionally studied with at the library when you needed a break from your usual crowd. Perhaps it was wrong of you, but you pitied him. His only friend at the university had ditched him to “level up” to you and your group of friends. Maybe this was your attempt at penance.
You should have run the other way.
But he was cute, in a pathetic wet puppy sort of way. So you let him hang around. And, when you and your boyfriend broke up, you confided in him since he was outside your friend group. And, surprisingly, he opened up to you about the fact that he was still a virgin. You weren’t entirely surprised. He didn’t seem like the type to date, too wrapped up in his own little world to have the time for it. But, as a thank you for listening to you vent - and feeling bad for him, you leaned over and whispered in his ear, glancing over at the librarian who glared at the two of you suspiciously.
“Do you want me to change that?”
The way Michael looked at you, his eyes wide with fascination and a hint of fear as he nodded was almost intoxicating to you. You led him by the hand to your dorm, pushing him down on the bed. That was the night that everything changed for Michael Gavey forever.
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Michael remembers gazing up at you as you stripped down to your underwear, a pretty lacey red set that showed everything and nothing all at once, that had his cock unbearably hard, aching to be touched. And touch him you did. The feeling of your warm, wet mouth, the sight of your red painted lips wrapped around him as you let out the lewdest moans is a memory he hopes he never forgets. And he’s sure he never will. The way you squeezed at his balls, the slight graze of your teeth along the underside of his cock, the way you moaned as he hit the back of your throat, your nails digging into his eyes as you gazed up at him with watery eyes, lips somehow still curled upward. He remembers watching you hollow your cheeks, increasing your pace, faster and faster until he let out a whine of your name, spilling himself on your tongue, the way you swallowed every drop of his spend, licking your lips afterward with a little smirk.
And fuck, the way you mouthed at his cock after that, giving him a moment to recover before giving little kitten licks at the tip, running your nails along his thighs, along his stomach, waiting for him to be fully hard again. And when he was, you placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the head of his cock before moving to straddle his waist, sinking down on him with a moan of his name. You looked like a fucking goddess above him, bouncing up and down on his cock. All he could do was lay back and stare up at you as you rolled your hips against his. Michael’s jaw nearly came unhinged when you took off your bra, tossing it aside, moving to caress your tits, pinching at your nipples until they pebbled at your touch, then moving one of your hands to draw lazy circles around your clit, making you squeeze tighter and tighter around him.
He apologized for cumming before you, red-faced and embarrassed, but you just grinned at him, telling him you’d teach him how to finish a girl off with his mouth. And when you moved up to straddle his face, Michael knew he would never forget the way you tasted when you came undone on his tongue, the way his name sounded falling from your lips.
And even though it was just supposed to be you taking his virginity as a favor to a kind-of sort-of almost but not really friend, it became much more to Michael than that.
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Now, night and day, he dreams of you, how you tasted, how you felt when he was inside you, the faces you made, how beautiful you looked. However, you seem to have less and less time for him these days, perhaps wanting to keep your distance after your little hook-up. You spend more time with your usual friend group, which now includes Oliver. Michael sees the way Oliver looks at you, eyeing you up and down like you’re a fresh cut of meat. He wonders how the fucking bootlicker would feel if he learned that Michael got to touch you before he ever could?
It’s been nearly two weeks since that night, and Michael feels like he’s going to go insane if he doesn’t get to have you again. And soon.
He corners you in the library, where he knows you’re going to be working on your upcoming biochem paper. You glance back over your shoulder when you finally notice his presence. You give him the tiniest hint of a smile. Michael can’t help but glance down at your legs, the white stockings you wear paired with your black strappy high heels. Fuck, he just wants your legs wrapped around him, your heels digging into his back as he fucks you-
“Did you need something?”
He clears his throat, nodding quickly, “Yeah. Um, can we do that… Thing… Again?”
You arch a brow, “That… Thing?”
You’re taken by surprise when Michael pushes you up against the shelf behind you, his voice desperate as he pleads, “I need you. I need you so badly. Please let me fuck you again.”
Your eyes go wide and you glance around, hoping no one heard him, “Michael! We’re in the library-”
“I don’t care, I’m fucking desperate for you!”
“That was a one-time thing, Michael,” you try to say gently, “You and I are very different. We’d never work. Different friends, different interests-”
“Those vapid cunts aren’t really your friends,” Michael retorts, his grip not easing up even for a moment, “What you and I shared that night was real. And I want it again. Every night.”
You shake your head, putting your hands up to gently push him away, though he doesn’t move, “Michael, I didn’t want to say this, but I only did it because I felt bad that you were still a virgin. Oliver ditched you for us that night and I remember how sad you looked and I wanted to make it up to you.”
Michael stares at you, taken aback, before laughing bitterly, his eyes narrowing as he leans in close, “Oh, so it was a pity fuck then? Poor little nerdy virgin, wanted to give me a good shag so that you felt better about yourself? Fucking pathetic.” You wince at his words, knowing that he’s right, remaining silent as he continues. “But you know what? It didn’t feel like a pity fuck when you were letting me tongue fuck you. Or when you had my cock in your mouth.” You try to duck under his arm only for him to push you back up against the shelf, making you whimper slightly. “No, you don’t get to decide the rules here, Princess. I do. Now, we’re going to go back to your dorm and I’m going to fuck you while you wear nothing but those shoes and your stockings.”
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Yeah, you definitely should not have felt bad for this asshole. Because right now? The way he’s teasing you, looking up at you smirking like that as he brings you to the edge over and over but stops short of letting you finish? You want nothing more than to murder him.
“Keep on resisting, Princess, and I won’t let you come.” Michael licks a long stripe along your cunt, his fingers moving in and out of your puckered hole, loving the way your teeth sink into your lower lips as you try to stop yourself from crying out, “You want this. You want me to be your boyfriend. You want me to fuck you every night. You want exactly what I want.”
You shake your head stubbornly, and Michael groans at the feeling of your heels digging into his back, the way your stockings dig into your thigh ever so slightly, his free hand squeezing at your plump flesh. He moves to press the tip of his tongue against your clit, bringing you agonizingly close to your climax for the third time, moving faster and faster, watching you tremble at his touch before he moves away.
“Tell me you want to be my girlfriend.” You shake your head, crying out as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you ever so slowly, “You might’ve been my first, but I’m going to be your first when I fuck your pretty little arse. Going to fuck it with my fingers, then my tongue, then fuck you with my cock. Fuck all your pretty little holes until my cum is dripping out of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be my little cockslut?”
God, you hate him, you fucking hate him, but the pleasure from his fingers moving in and out of you is too much and you blurt out, “Yes, wanna be your cockslut, your girlfriend, anything you want, please, Michael, just fuck me!”
He smirks down at you, a new wave of confidence coming over him as he pulls away from you yet again, making you let out a cry of frustration as you are robbed of your peak yet again. You watch as he undoes his jeans, mouth watering slightly at the sight of his bulge pressing against his boxers. You watch as he removes those too, his cock almost slapping his stomach. You remember being shocked the last time at the size of it, and it’s just as jarring this go around. For such a skinny guy, he’s packing. And he knows that you like it.
Michael slaps the head of his cock against your clit, making you wince, overly sensitized from his edging, whimpering as he pushes inside you, excruciatingly slow. Michael groans at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, inch by inch as he sheathes himself in you. But after waiting for one short moment? He begins pounding into you like some sort of feral animal, his thrusts sloppy and unpracticed, but still making you writhe against the bed with pleasure, your nails scratching at his back, legs wrapped around him as he fucks you into the mattress.
They say you never forget your first.
Michael’s going to make damn sure his first never forgets him.
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wh1sp3rr · 4 months
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𑊡˚+₊🏆✦ — CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER + bkg; one shot
cw: nsfw, smut, aged up, established relationship, oral (f receiving), softdom!bkg, afab!reader
-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-
it’s a cool night. the room is airy and quiet: a detachment from the rest of the world. your moans are soft and natural, skin dark in the shadows of the room, torso taut and stretched as you lean yourself further into the grey, cotton sheets and spread your legs more to accommodate for katsuki’s voracious tongue.
he kisses with an open mouth. little suck sucks and lets the sheen of sweat and saliva reflect his craftsmanship.
he’s moaning with you in unison, encouraging and almost cheering you on. a not so silent exchange, the gentle beckoning of him almost saying: ‘yes, baby. just like that. sing for me.’
there’s a desperate slide your body makes, tensing up from the cricks of pleasure and the humble troughs his sweet tongue begs soon send peaking waves up to the hair on your head.
he adapts to your movement, pushing his head deeper into the aperture between the flesh of your thighs. he pinches said flesh between the dip connecting his thumb and index finger mirrored on both hands: left and right, and then pulls down harshly, reaching for your ass whilst simultaneously connecting his nose with your pussy, keying his pink muscle in the desperate, fluttering orifice.
you gasp out: choked, earlier committing yourself to maintaining quiet, polite sounds, a flash of a self-made promise you had bonded yourself to. hand on heart, flirtatious, half-hearted words to bakugo:
‘you’ll see! i’ll be quiet…’
an honest attempt at trying to quietly avoid the fact that katsuki was a certified pussy-eater pro. you didn’t want to feed into his already massive ego.
"and you were doing so well." he teases. his smirk brushing at your skin in such unkind ways…
you get higher, squeeze harder.
he slurps. "come on, babe." he goads, kissing your inner thighs multiply. lets them linger before pressing another.
you whimper what sounds like a no.
he breathes in deeply, not quite a sigh but an acknowledgment. he lets his tongue punish rhythmically— snidely knowing you can’t resist. certified pussy eater.
surprisingly, you still hold out. just about.
his hands loosen their tight grasp on your thighs, lets the expanded mass of flesh return to its normal size. instead, he restores to a lighter touch. barely touching your skin and dancing his spread fingertips on the plush of your legs as if it were an ice skating rink.
his moans; a stereo vibration, add to your guaranteed climax. it’s a waiting game now.
but katsuki’s impatient.
his lips stop suckling and he asks you to look down at him.
"hey."
your heart takes the form of a hummingbird: fast and passionate. the pink on your cheeks is almost embarrassing, and you heave your head up from it’s sanctuary on the satin sleeved pillow and look with a fucked-out expression.
he almost comes on the spot. that sheen of sweat plasters and sticks little bits of your hair to your cheeks and forehead, messy and uncoordinated. your open mouth presents a pretty, breathy sound: in and out. your brows are furrowed, and pupils wide, painting your eyes almost completely black.
you can’t even talk.
he kisses your thigh again and stays staring at your face.
"give up, baby. i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now, i need to hear you."
he shakes his head a little and speaks softly to himself.
"need to hear you so bad…"
you moan a decipherable ‘mhm’ and nod your head enthusiastically and sink back into the slope your head made its home in.
before even nestling back into your preceding comfort, katsuki’s tongue interrupts your action and your moans are incomparable to the ones before.
glossy eyes and open mouth: "yes, katsuki—" your voice cracks and it sounds like you’re about to cry. "yes—!" crack again.
together you come. katsuki’s grizzly, boyish moan first, yours second.
his moan fizzes out and the slick of his hand laddering his dick up-down-up-down ceases.
he kisses between your folds, right at the centre and rests his head over your thigh.
"fucking tastiest pussy in the world. i love you. mwah." and he air-kisses the sight of you from his new spot: heavy, laboured breath, lips engulfing you whole.
you stroke his face, tickle the blond tufts made soft from sweat behind his ear. he kisses your wrist.
you air-kiss his face back. "love you too."
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gorgeys · 6 months
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imagine….
gently holding maddy’s hands while applying a topcoat of nail polish on her fingernails. you treat her so delicately, the brush barely grazing her nails and your fingers cautiously holding hers, afraid of pressing too hard.
your eyes are trained on the slight movements of the brush, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and your lips pursed ever so slightly. you’re afraid of messing up.  you always are, but especially on her. luckily the soft, familiar music playing in the background and the silkiness of your sheets beneath your knees is comforting against the sensation of her in front of you.
she’s just as focused on you, her brown eyes unable to retreat from your face. she’s come to love the way you focus on your craft, the way you focus on her.  she’s learned every little quirk of your lips and twitch of your nose from the times you’ve worked on her, committing them all to memory.
she feels awkward and obsessive about the way she thinks about you but she can’t help herself.  she loves the way you care, the way warmth radiates off of you whenever you’re touching her, the way you look up at her every so often to check on her.  its a sort of calm that she hasn’t felt before.
you had only begun giving her manicures a couple months ago when one of her friends recommended you for a cheap set.  you had learned how to do nails from youtube tutorials and it had become your talent, but never in a million years did you think you’d be good enough for the most perfect girl in school.
but you were sat across her on your bed every couple weeks painting intricate patterns on her acrylics. you talked frequently during your sessions but seldom outside the confines of your room.  nevertheless, conversation flowed smoothly.  she always made you nervous but she was surprisingly easy to talk to. you were like the oasis from her usual, dramatic world.
but then there were moments of silence. there were moments where the only thing you could feel was the soft skin of her hands and the beating of your own heart. and moments when she felt her chest tighten as you made the simplest eye contact.
as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she felt things for you, even in the short time you had spent together. she knew when she got home each time after leaving your house and was already craving to be with you again.  sometimes she tried to ruin her nails just so she had an excuse to see you again.  she knew when she laid in bed at night after a bad day and the one thing that made it a bit better was the thought of your sweet smile.
and she must have known you felt things for her. the way your eyes gleamed when she complimented you was almost embarrassing. a single word from her would make your entire day. and every single time you went the extra mile to add painstakingly complex details to her nails and give her a discounted price.  though she always paid you more than what you asked of her.
when you were done, you looked up at her with a smile, pushing the brush back into the nail polish jar.  you didn’t let go of her hand and she didn’t pull away.  the corners of her lips curled upward, her heart melting when she recognized the pride in your eyes and your smile.  she slightly squeezed your hand, a silent thanks and praise.
your gaze flickered to your hands and then back to her face, your heart beating faster when you realized just how close you were.  you waited patiently, hoping that the adoring look in your eyes would coax her into making the first move.  luckily you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
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takeomisbitch · 4 months
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Can you do No. 38 (nsfw alphabet) with bonten haitani rindou please? 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️
NSFW ALPHABET
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 900 FOLLOWERS I CAN JUST KISS YOU ALL😻🤭. Also day 31 of kinktober is giving me a headache cause how does one write a threesome with plot or how does someone write a threesomes it is very confusing to me🧍🏽‍♀️
Bonten Haitani Rindou x Reader
Word Count:1118
Tags:NSFW, supposedly a man’s penis can grow up to 2.5-3 inches when erected🤷🏽‍♀️ that’s it
Headcanon Prompt list | Tokyo Revengers
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A-Aftercare [What they are like after sex]
Rindou can be soft after sex if you both had a rough session, Rindou would kiss and stroke your body whispering sweet nothings in your ear, then he would run you a bath for you, wash your body for you as he kisses your neck and the crown of your head. But he is different after a rather soft and loving session he wouldn’t be as attentive towards you, but he would still kiss and rub your body. 
B-Body Part [Their favorite body part of yours and theirs]
Rindou seems like the type to love his hands and fingers, from the way they wrap around your neck when he fucks you or the way they play with your sweet cunt. Now his favorite body part of yours and debatable cause he loves your lips but he also loves your ass, the way your ass ripples against his hips as he fucks you in doggy style or the way it jiggles when he roughly smacks your ass. Rindou loves your lips from the way they feel against his when he kisses you and the way you bite it when he hits that right spot when he fucks you. 
C-Cum [Where they like to cum]
Rindou likes to cum on your face. He loves the way your face looks covered in his cum, and the idea of painting your face with his warm liquid gets him hard all over again. 
D-Dirty Secret [Something they want to try but can’t tell]
Rindou really wants to try anal but is too scared to ask, thinking you might think he is dirty or gross. But the idea of fucking you somewhere where no one really wants to touch turns him on a bit to much. 
E-Experience [How experienced they are]
Rindou definitely had his fair share of women before he met you, he probably slept with 10-15 women, and not a single one meant a thing until he met you (AWW) But Rindou definitely knows what he is doing and he knows exactly what makes you feel amazing. 
F-Favorite Position  [How they like to fuck you]
Rindou loves to fuck you in doggystyle he loves watching your ass and he also loves to fuck you in a lotus flower position when he feels romantic or soft, and he gets a good look at your face as it scrunches in pleasure. 
G-Goofy [How serious/goofy they are during sex]
Rindou is very serious when you two are intimate, he never jokes around when the two of you have sex, he wants everything to be intimate and loving, Rindou never wants to play games or joke when having sex. 
H-Hair [How well groomed they are] 
Rindou is very well kept, hair is either trimmed or completely shaved. He hates the idea of a thick long bush down below so he shaves or trims and keeps it very clean. 
I-Intimacy [How intimate/romantic they are] 
Surprisingly Rindou can be very romantic on days like your anniversary or valentines day, he’ll have rose petals, champagne and he would even have nice loving music, but you’re not allowed to bring it up after. 
J-Jack Off [Do they masturbate and how often]
Rindou doesn’t masturbate as often as most men, probably once every couple of weeks, why would he when he has you. 
K-Kink [How kinky they are] 
Rindou isn’t really kinky, he would do the occasionally choke or sometimes use a vibrator on you but nothing really kinky
L-Location [Where they would fuck you]
Rindou will fuck you in your shared home anywhere in your shared home, but he will also fuck you in the back of his fancy car, only in secluded places, or in empty parking lots. 
M-Motivation [What gets them going/turns them on]
Rindou gets turned on by your looks or your sweet dirty talk, Rindou loves when you sweetly say his nickname “Rin~.”  He especially loves it when you tug on his hair and run your nails down his back.
N-No [What are their turns off]
Rindou does not like any form of extreme kinks like slapping, punching, gun play etc. He finds them uncomfortable and highly unnecessary.  
O-Oral [Do they have like to give or receive oral]
Rindou likes to give more than he likes to receive, he can spend hours in between your legs never leaving but if you rather give he would just put you in the 69 position  so he can have a taste as well. 
P-Pace [How fast they are]
Rindou is very quick or fast in bed or he is very soft when he wants to love on you, but he is mostly rough and fast leaving hickeys on your body as the sound of your skin slapping together so loudly can be heard into the next room. 
Q-Quick [How long do they last]
Rindou can last about 30 mins-1 hour. He learned to edge himself and to make sure that you at least cum 3 times before he releases himself. 
R-Risk [Do they take any risk]
The only risks that Rindou takes are the ones when he fucks you in the car but no one is ever around at least that is what you both think. 
S-Sharing [Would they share you like in a threesome]
No, Rindou doesn’t like threesomes he doesn’t like the idea of you getting fucked by someone else. 
T-Toys [Do they own/use any toys]
Rindou and you have two toys, a clear fleshlight that you occasionally use on him and a white vibrating wand that Rindou uses on you almost every time you both are intimate.
U-Underwear [Do they like lingerie] 
Rindou doesn’t really like lingerie, he finds it dumb when he doesn’t fuck you in it, but he loves the way you look in it. 
V-Volume [How loud are they]
Rindou is not very loud, a low moan and grunt here and there, but when you tease him with the fleshlight you have he would become very loud. 
W-Wild Car [Random headcanon]
Rindou occasionally likes to bottom but not getting pegged but getting edge and overstimulated by you is very hot to him. 
X-X-Ray [What’s going on under their clothes]
Rindou is 4 inches soft, and 7 inches hard, quite girthy.  
Y-Yearning [How high is their sex drive]
Most would think that his sex drive is high but it is quite normal maybe 3-5 times a month.
Z-Zzz [How quickly they fall asleep after]
Rindou would fall asleep after he takes care of you, grabbing you a glass of water, maybe a small snack then he would run you a bath, then he would wait for you to fall asleep before he does.
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aesthetic-bbyg · 6 months
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AS YOU WISH ~ Luffy
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CONTINUATION OF (GIRL)FRIEND LIKE ME
LA!Luffy x Genie!reader
TAGS: @oscarisdaddy69 @amanita-the-fairy @idcalol
warnings ! - p in v (unprotected), marking, whiny Luffy, hand job, and straight into the good stuff ain’t no plot here😭
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“I NEED YOU.” HIS TONE WAS SO soft, so desperate, and you could tell by the boner poking at you thigh that he meant it. You never though you’re flirting would actually get you in his pants, Luffy seemed way to innocent to even comprehend the sexual innuendo that slipped your lips. But here you were, straddling his hips and staring down at his lustful gaze, you weren’t one to leave someone hanging.
Especially with such a desperate request.
A smirk painted itself on your lips, a sly hand lifting to run up his arms. Luffy felt that burning sensation again, the sting that you left behind when you touched him, and he loved it. Your soft hands cupped his cheeks, lowering you’re face to catch his lips in a kiss. His inexperienced lips did their best to keep up with yours, leaning his head to one side. The cocky smile on your lips only widened, feeling a puff of pride fill your chest at thought of taking care of the beautiful boy under you.
You imagined his flushed cheeks when you called him handsome in the cave, the same cheeks tinted with a red hue while sweat trickled down his forehead after you’re done with him. You gently rolled your hips again his, teasing his hardened dick, he rewarded you with a low moan, opening his mouth just enough for your tongue to slip in. He hardly fought against you, letting you take charge with your intruding muscle.
His wandering hands squeezed the flesh of your hips, your waist, then it lowered down to your ass. You felt the boy smile against your lips, repeatedly kneading the skin with his surprisingly large hands. You chuckle, pulling away to lower your kisses to his jaw and neck, he instinctively tilted his head to give you full access. You marked him with multiple purple bruises scattered from the curve of his neck to his exposed chest. With each suck and gentle lick he whimpered, squirming as your hand fell down to the tent in his shorts.
“You need me, baby?” You whispered into his ear, making the boy nod vigorously, “What do you need me to do?”
Luffy swallowed thickly, opening his eyes, you took notice of his blown out pupils, wide with desire. Gazing into yours only made him feel more dizzy, absolutely hypnotized by your low eyelids. “I..I need you to touch me.” His words were so pathetic that you could only take pity on him.
Gently, you palmed his hard cock through the denim fabric, “Here?” You asked softly once you got a loud reaction.
“Y..Yes, right there.” He whimpered out, throwing his head back as you continued your slow, teasing movements. He nearly groaned when you pulled away but the sound of his fly zipping down silenced him. Your hand reached under the waistband of his boxers, taking him into your hand and continuing you’re slow strokes.
You mouth went back to sucking hickies onto his chest, somewhere he could hide them if he wanted to but a few would peak out. You swiped you thumb over his tip, collecting the pre-cum that leaked out. You giggled at his reaction, his head digging into the pillow, mouth opened with a string of quiet moans spilling out. “You like that.” You teased, watching as the boy choked back his moans and hummed a response.
But Luffy wanted more. He forced his hand to catch you’re wrist, halting you’re movements as you looked at him confused. “I need you.” He muttered, eyes so precious and begging, it wasn’t hard to realize what exactly it was that he wanted.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please, baby, please, please.” He whined as you smirked, within an instant you undressed your bottom half, climbing back onto his lap. Staring up at him with such a fierce look that he could only close his eyes and await the pleasure, far to intimidated to say any more. You’re hands against his skin were so gentle and soothing, Luffy almost forgot how erotic the scene was when you took both his hands into yours. But the sensation of your wet cunt swallowing his hard cock immediately snapped out his tranced as he let out a obnoxiously loud whine.
It was one that made you giggle, unbothered by his volume, let the crew listen in for all you care, you were having the time of life. That says a lot when you’ve lived through literal centuries. He was just the perfect size that stretched you out while also filling you up. You let out a gasp as you fully sat down, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. You slowly rose back up, taking you’re time, drawing out those sweet noises from Luffy.
But, you could only tease so long before your own desires began to scream at you, so you harshly slammed down your hips. Making the pleasure shoot straight through you, you found a steady pace, one that you could still speed up or slow down depending on how you wanted. You tugged Luffy up from his laying position, removing one of you’re hands from his and cupping his face.
“Luffy.” You moaned out quietly, making his eyes open, his eyes so different from when you first met him. “Keep looking at me, handsome.” You smiled, pecking his lips, he gave you a hum in response. It was so sudden when he gripped your waist and thrusted his hips up, the movement making you lurch forward and hide your face in his neck. He repeated his actions, snapping his hips against yours in such a pleasurable way that your orgasm was building up quick.
“Y..you like that?” He whispered into you ear, lightly kissing you’re shoulder, much more tenderly than his brutal assault to you’re cunt.
“Yes, Luffy—yes!” You moaned, a high pitched ring echoing into the room as you ran you’re fingers through his unruly curls. Occasionally tugging on them when he hit a sweet spot deep in you. You began to bounce down, joining your hips, the coil in you’re stomach threatening to unravel.
Luffy himself couldn’t help but let out low groans, contrasting against his usual chirpy voice. You loved that it was you who made him sound this way, “I’m—fuck.” His load spurted in you, painting you’re walls white, and without letting up for a second. He still thrusted weakly in you until you followed soon after, coming undone in his arms.
You lifted your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his glistening face from the sweat dripping down the side of his cheek. You kissed his lips, soft and gently working yourself off of him. Never did you think that Luffy would be so quiet, but you as you laid on the bed next to him, still cuddling close, he remained silent. He didn’t even move to put his clothes back on, or reach for his dear strawhat that had fallen to the floor. You turned over to him and found his eyes already looking, the familiar smile building up on his lips.
You giggled, “Not bad for Pirate, Luffy.” You whispered, “Takes nerves to ask for some help.”
He shrugged, his goofy smile never faltering, “So I did good for my first time?” Your eyes widened, lifting to rest on your elbows.
“That was you’re first time?” He nodded in response, making you chuckle in disbelief, “That can’t be.”
“What can I say, I’m different kind of Pirate.” You giggled at his words resting back against the puffy sheets, he adjusted himself to hold you close, and damn—the boy had a tight grip. “Can we do this more often?”
You chuckled, “As you wish, handsome.” You pecked his lips, digging you head into his chest.
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YOU FIDDLED WITH THE RINGS on your fingers, swinging on leg over the edge of the crates that you sat atop of. For the past ten minutes you’ve been listening in on the hush conversation that the crew, minus Luffy and you, had inside the kitchen. You glanced up at Luffy who was happily guiding the ship to the next village. He met your gaze as you sent him a wink, making the boy smile bashfully.
“You, as his first mate, have to ask him about it.” Nami’s agitated voice snapped, to any person the conversation would be unintelligible, but you weren’t any person. “Especially if this is going to be happening often.”
“Why is that always the shitty excuse for me to talk to to him.” Zoro argued back, his usual monotonous voice raised and defensive. “Since you have such an issue with it, why don’t you talk to him about!”
“No, I’m not gonna—Usopp.”
“Nope, nope, don’t look at me.”
“Sanji?” Nami sighed as the blonde clicked his tongue.
“I’m not one to get in the way of another man’s pleasure, Nami.” His voice grew farther from the rest of the group, the sound of clanking pans and the clicking of the stove as it ignited following after. “Let the boy have his fun, she’s a beautiful genie that’ll probably be gone by the time his final wish is made. Isn’t that how it works?”
You rolled your eyes at his words, and despite it being true, it was still something you didn’t want to think about. Something about Luffy seemed so different, much more attracting than the past masters you’ve had. All the others begged for power, money, and greed took all three wishes within a day or two. Not only did Luffy have double the amount, but he’d only used one in the past week. You’ve had promises made to you, but none ever lived up to them, although Luffy had potential.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” The orange-haired girl groaned.
“You’re the navigator, find a solution.” Zoro pushed the door to the kitchen open, trudging out with heavy steps, his eyes meeting yours for a second.
You gave him a teasing grin, waving your fingers in his direction as he rolled his eyes, a quiet scoff escaping his lips. Nami followed soon after, her steps much slower and tense, she glanced up at Luffy who was still in his same spot.
“Uh, captain, Luffy.” Nami called out, climbing up the steps and onto the deck to reach the boy. She restrained the urge to stare at the purple marks that peaked out from his shirt, clearing her throat softly. “Hey, can I talk to you about…something?”
“Of course, you can talk to be about anything!” He chirped back, making the girl blush at the thought that the same boy in front of her was the cause of the noise problem last night.
“So, me and crew heard some…sounds last night of which woke us up from our sleep.” Nami began slowly, making the boy nod, his kind smile never breaking. “And we were wondering if you may have heard the noise or…may have caused it?”
The boy shook his head, “Nope, didn’t hear a thing last night.” Nami sighed heavily, rubbing her forehead.
“Did Y/n hear the noise or know where it came from?” The navigator looked over at the girl.
“Hey, y/n!” Luffy called out, catching you’re attention before Nami could protest. “Did you hear any noises last night?”
“Nope, I was in my lamp aaall night.” You replied casually, shooting the girl a wink before going back to staring up at the clouds.
“No noise.” Luffy shrugged, “Hey, do you mind steering for a while.” The flushed girl nodded, taking over as the curly-haired boy walked towards you.
“Mind if I make my second wish?” You perked up at the sound of this, sitting up and hopping off the crates.
“Go ahead, master.” You nodded as the boy walked closer to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“I wish for a soundproof room.” You held back a smile, but allowed a chuckle to escape you’re lips.
“As you wish.”
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AHHH I KNOW THIS TOOK A LIL BIT BUT IM HAPPY HOW IT CAME OUT!!
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(Literally me while writing this)
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enbesbians · 4 months
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'TOUCH ME'
bottom ellie x top!reader
cw: oral (e! receiving), spit play if you squint, fingering (e! receiving), hickies, nipple play, clit rubbing, oral, no use of y/n, reader struggles with self identity
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MINORS DNI
if you enjoyed this, read part two and part three.
summary: ellie and you were childhood neighbors, with you battling your sexuality and ellie's being a mystery (she's a lesbian but never told you you've always questioned if your attraction was mutual but there's an undeniable lust between you two that you both choose to act out on. with her being a virgin and you wanting to touch her and make her feel what she's always deserved to feel.
a/n: this is my very first tlou fic... please be kind and if there's any mistakes i truly apologize.
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the rain poured heavily, with the strong smell of cement filtering the air— the shiny green leaves fluttering from each droplet while the trees sway at the surprisingly calm wind. there you both sat, underneath the bus stop arch, your mitten covered hands clasping tightly on the plastic handle of your umbrella and ellie's eyes latching on the puddle that rippled a few itches away from her feet.
despite its gloom, it was a weather that you both loved— the grey skies and lack of sun, the rain gave you comfort.
you grew up near one another, meeting for the first time when ellie's family introduced to your family as the new neighbors. she wore some faded band tee shirt and dirtied dark blue ieans with red converse that looked like she had them in her possession for a decade. at first, with your shy personalities, it was a bit hard to bond with one another. the consistent neighbor dinners and (by default) going to the same schools, it was almost like you had to see each other by force. yet, one rainy day during the year you both turned 16, ellie's family was over, with them to be found in your bedroom, briefly talking about the weather.
"the sky looks so sad..." you sulked, your attention fixated on the raindrop covered window.
"it's just the earth leveling itself up. think of it as it's rebirth, the greens will grow... the sun will shine again... you know?" ellie replied, her response sounding very nonchalant, silly even but flowed sweetly, her attention only on her sketch pad where she drew different characters she'd usually draw randomly. she didn't notice what she had said, if it was in any way serious or logical but you took to heart, your bored eyes widening like you had been introduced to a new way of thinking.
"yeah.." you replied.
it was simple interaction. awkward even, but that's how your relationship was. from age twelve to now, both twenty one. there was an evident space between the bench you both sat on, the metal seat feeling like it was freezing through the thick jean of your pants. you turned your head, looking at ellie who usually never notices when you would stare—or you think—seeing flashes of her drawing in her sketchbook—the same stare, her auburn hair fluttering against the light scatter of her freckles that painted her skin. you didn't know why, but you wanted to smile. something about how ellie always seemed like she was in her own world, not paying attention to what surrounded her and zoning out, that's what she always did. you felt different from her- your thoughts were always so loud. jumbled, thinking and worrying, it made you sick, but just from the sight of ellie's peace, her patience and her sense for life felt like a bandage on a wound.
"how do you feel finally coming home?" you asked. you had both went to college with you attending different universities. you were accepted into one a few months after her, during your 18th year (of age), and since then, it was rare for you to see each other. yes, there were glances whenever you both came home from break, but since majority of your time was spent apart in your own universities and dorms, it felt like each time you saw each other, it was like you were strangers.
"weird..." she replied, her response having an elongated pause before turning her head to return your stare.
your heart felt as if it dropped. it was an immediate feeling, sighing out a nervous laughter with staggered nodding and your tongue gliding against your dry lips.
"it also... feels weird seeing you as an adult... you know?"
‘why was she so pretty?’ you thought.
•••
"it was loving seeing you girls! we won't bother you anymore!" both your mothers chirped as both her and your parents situate themselves in your family room. the both of you smile, full from the meal your families prepared, walking upstairs to be greeted by your bedroom. memories flooded you both, with a bitterness filling your stomach, remembering all the feelings you had dealt with in here.
"wow." you breathed. the coldness of the air was sharp, stabbing your lungs, hurriedly needing to escape with an exhale full of tension and worry.
this bedroom held a lot of grief. coming to terms with your sexuality, not allowing a single soul to know. the bed all made up in your dark blue comforter, a plush toy in the shape of a dog probably still wet from your tears you mindlessly wiped against its soft surface. those memories fueled you, your eyes wondering like a deer in headlights not knowing how to remain calm or even face ellie. this room was filled with sin. being gay was hard to grasp, being in the closet was even worse and to have a person you'd often day dream about made it all but impossible to relax.
"there's still that burn spot on the floor." ellie pointed out. the dark mark against the light oakwood floorboard due to you both trying to light a defected firework. it was stupid thinking back, but luckily it had a small reaction, with the floor catching fire for a good five seconds before ellie splashed water from a cup that had been resting beside her.
your attention turned to the floor, laughing, allowing this fond memory of your stupidity bring you happiness. her awkward yet hysterical laugh afterwards and the look of embarrassment when your mom scolded you both. "oh yeah. still can't believe... we did that and how it's still on the fucking floor no matter how much we scrubbed it."
"your mom was so mad." ellie laughed. her low voice rumbling within your eardrums. she turned your way, taking off her big raincoat, occupying it against the door hanger. you did the same.
it was safe to say the two grew into women. your bodies more defined and grown, with ellie's arms occupying itself with muscle and your hips dipping in its wonderful curves, it was hard for you both not to stare. for ellie, she was questioning herself when it came to relationships yet she's never been open about her interests or intentions when it came to partners. growing up, she never talked about boys or girls for that matter. dating seemed nonexistent to her while you on the other hand had many boyfriends. all ellie could think of while seeing your body and how your sweater clasped so heavenly against your frame was how lucky any guy would be to have you.
in unison your eyes drifted apart, looking for something else you could bring up and talk about. unfortunately nothing came along. between every conversation came a long pause, the connection of your eyes lingering each time.
"so." ellie sighed, "ya' have a boyfriend?" the question abrupt but she needed to know, for what reason? maybe curiosity or did the question have a purpose? you and her now sitting on your bed, legs crossed with the familiar view of ellie drawing in her sketch pad she'd always do whenever she came over, with you being drawn, by your own request.
"no."
"no?" her head raised, as well as her eyebrows. "don't believe it." a quiet laugh filled the silence of the dead, cold room, allowing the sounds of her pencil on paper and staggered breathing to filter through. your eyes couldn't look at ellie even if she, herself wasn't even looking at you.
it felt like you were forced not to look at her. your eyes watered at how they bounced everywhere around her, chewing at the loose skin on your lips. you had forgotten that ellie wasn't aware of your own discovery, about you being lesbian, as if at some point, even if not brought into conversation that she'd know that you were and that she was the culprit of your dreams.
"what about you? you dating anyone?" you breathed, clearing your throat as your eyes studied the pen being gripped by ellie's delicate fingers. the way the veins poked through at each sway and scratch of the pencil. she shook her head shamelessly. she didn't have any want for a partner, since she was the type of girl to be too 'busy' to mind. everything she did had a purpose and was too time consuming to venture out into romance. "no, haven't really gotten into the dating thing."
" never see you in relationships." and that was true. your eyebrows furrowed realizing that whenever you hung out as kids or have family dinners, 'no' was always her answer when a relationship was asked. at that moment your heart dropped. is it possible that she was gay too? you wanted to question but you didn't know if that was too forward. it shouldn't be, but it was. a soft broken hum left your throat, your own fingers tearing the side of nail out of nervous habit.
"what about.." the question now being out into the air, your eyes now finding the confidence to look at her concentrated face who has yet to look up from her sketch pad. "a….. girlfriend?"
ellie chuckled. she caught onto your nervousness as she simultaneously felt nerves fill her chest. at a tilt, her head rose, and her green eyes looked up at you who sat erect opposed to her slouch. she shook her head no.
ellie was awkward. you and her both. she rarely showed affection or even got close to people within her circle but when she was given affection, it was always so awkward and hard to watch in an endearing kind of way. the only thing you knew was that she loved to draw, she liked comic books, she knew how to play guitar and her favorite foods, her favorite color. you knew the basic stuff. things a 'best friends' should know, you didn't. maybe if you had just asked, ellie would answer like she had just now. a simple answer to a anxiety filled question.
"you?" ellie asked. with that you couldn't sit still, clearing your throat and fixing your posture, rolling your tongue over the exposed skin of your lips from biting them.
"i…..im... uh." there was your chance. the pale sky glowing off of ellie's face, with anticipation written all over it. she looked like an angel. her stare was strong, piercing through your body with a need for an answer that you seemed to struggle to give. this was now the time to tell her, lay it all out after all these years. all the years of hiding from others and yourself, to tell her that you were lesbian.
the air was heavy and the tension grew. if cut with a knife, emotions would spew, drowning you both.
"can i kiss you?" ellie asked, her voice deep and raspy.
a gasp was given in return. nothing had to be answered to ellie's previous question. your actions showed that this was what you wanted. though ellie's oblivion was high, she paid attention to your body language, your words. she felt your stares.
you didn't say a word, only a slow hesitant nod.
she leaned forward, both of your lips parting, with the creek of the bed as she set aside her sketch pad. the palms of your hands held gently over ellie's shoulders, faces inches from one another as her eyes fluttered shut. a soft press of your lips was given. your gut dropping, finally feeling the lips of who you had imagined all this time. they were soft. they were sweet. you both sat there stiff and still, breathing in heavily, holding your breath, pushing your face in to chase her lips as if you wouldn't be able to again.
noses nudged against one another's, with awkward laughs that made you both embarrassed but the lust between you both overlapped that quickly. "was that okay?" you whispered, feeling ellie's hair tickle the side of your face.
"again" she replied.
"okay."
your lips connected. more eager this time, your faces smashing into each other's, with ellie's hands inching to hold your face. she couldn't though, her fingers curling right before she touched you, lowing her hands into her lap as you continued to press your lips on hers. no movement, just a press. like you had never kissed before. you changed that, your lips parted and your tongue grazed the bottom of her lip. she followed. tongues slipping into each other's mouth with sweet gasps being drowned in your mouths.
it started to get hot, ellie's heart beating like it needed to escape her chest. it hurt, but she wanted more. how though? how could she if she had never done this before? if she never had any interest in doing this with anyone other than you right now? she didn't care for romance, porn, anything of the sort. she knew she liked girls but she was too fearful to pursue them. you on the other hand did. you never explored another woman's body but it shouldn't be any different than being with a man, right? but it surely felt different. your body roared in arousal. the simple feeling of her lips made your body tingle like static. you felt heavy, like you couldn't move. your tongues hadn't stopped, and you really didn't know how to use them. it turned sloppy because of it, your chins glistening in spit, all around the upper and lower part of your lips and somehow beneath both of your noses.
she pulled back, wiping her lips with the sleeves of her shirt, swallowing the large lump she had in the center of her throat.
"can i... can i touch you?" you asked, your eyes still looking at ellie's now swollen lips. her chest heaved at how heavy she breathed, trying to catch her breath from holding it as you kissed. she nodded.
your hands occupied itself at her clothed abdomen, running them up and down, feeling the outline of her stomach. ellie leaned back, resting on her hands, allowing you to touch her. your fingers slid underneath the fabric of her shirt, finally feeling the softness of her skin and the patch of her happy trail that stopped at her navel. she gasped, the cold sweatiness of your palms startled her yet excited her. your hands slowly slid up and down just below her breasts. the tips of your fingers felt the warmth of her bra, cupping them and giving gentle squeezes. you could feel your body shudder, you couldn't believe that you were touching her and with her lips parting, a low sigh filled your ears, you felt like you would pass out any second.
she continued to look at you with her pale green eyes, slightly raising her shirt just to see your hands play with her. you pushed them together, seeing them squish against one another, and the grip of your fingers pressing down into her skin. you leaned your face closer, pressing it right at her center, pressing wet peppering kisses at her cleavage.
“fuck…" she sighed. you could feel her heart racing against your lips as they sunk into her warmth. each kiss was filled with intent, love and affection. opening your lips, letting your teeth graze against it, sucking softly at her skin. her face followed you, a strand of her hair falling down the middle of her eyes, blowing at each deep breath she took. you pulled away, biting down at your lips as you see the faint pink marks coat her breasts.
with your eyes looking directly at her face, watching how her lips parted and exuded a shaky sigh, wondering how it felt to be touched by your hand, does she feel good? as stupid as that question may be, you wanted to know so badly. it certainly made you feel good.
"ah? it... feels..." ellie sighed, the pained pleasure feeling foreign but enticing. she jerked at the sharpness of your scratches, the fresh bitten nails was starting to hurt, but it molded itself into pleasure shooting it directly at her now throbbing clit.
"do you want me to stop...?" you asked, your hands halting.
"no... just wait." she grunted, taking her shirt to see the markings that you had painted on her, it was pretty. looking ahead, you could see the pink tint that resided against her cheek. the hunger in her eyes, the need to continue. "keep going..." and that you did. this time holding her waist, pressing your fingers deep into her skin as you pulled her closer. your hand hovered her jeans, cupping it as you press down at an achingly slow pace and that is when you felt the heat she made at your palm.
"oh my god..." you're doing this. you couldn't believe it. this felt entirely different from any other time you had done this. with men you felt unsure, unaroused like you were lying to yourself. you felt so free and alive yet scared and tensed. ellie's mouth ajar, eyebrows knitted inward as she sucked in air, exhaling a moan.
“feels good?”
“feels good…”
ellie hummed, her fists turning yellow from the tightness of her gripping the bed's comforter. her hips bucking upward barely moving yet rotating it in circles. the friction from your hand was sending shocks up her body and you weren't even touching her skin. ellie felt a thrill like no other. you on the other hand, felt like nothing can stop you (despite your parents walking through the unlocked bedroom door). all these years from your closeted fears, are being in play with the both of you. no confessions, just allowing your wants do the talking.
your fingers grasp the button of her jeans, unclasping it and undoing the zipper, her thin boxer briefs being showing through the heavy jean. you pulled them down, her hips following by lifting up for it to puddle down at her ankles. there, more skin. her thighs, so toned and soft.
"fu...ck" you staggered. it was impossible to think a person like ellie existed. how? "what do you want me to do?" you asked wanting her input since no words were really coming from her besides those godly expressions.
"uhm." she had to think. nothing came to mind though. all she wanted was you to just touch her in any way you wanted. it didn't matter, whatever you were doing already was enough for her. being a mindless virgin pissed her off at this very moment, she wished she could be more or do more. maybe this wasn't enough for you? like she was disappointing you? "you can do Whatever you want, it's okay."
you were in awe. it didn't matter that she didn't know what to do. it felt nice, it felt raw. it felt like this was both your firsts. the feeling of exploring ellie's body made happiness overflow within you. she felt like she was going to explode- her exposed abdomen, with marks all over, breathing so deeply and out of sync. now with her bottom half nearly naked. what a masterpiece.
your hands rest at her knees, running up her legs. your soft calloused hands massaging ellie, with her watching your every movement. the dip that resided at the bottom of her stomach took her by surprise, gripping the deep blue blankets underneath you both. everything went so slow, even still you both savored every second.
you bend down, your lips pressing against the elastic of her briefs, kissing alongside it as you breathed in heavily, inhaling her gentle scent. your finger pressed down at her clit, running it down her clothed slit to feel a patch of wetness. she was so wet, it stuck against her pussy and it's slick was thick, coating your fingers.
"that... that feels good." her eyes closed as she leaned her head back, her chest heaving as she let out deep, breathy moans. "oh god that feels so good."
you continued to rub over her underwear, pressing firmly to feel her clit pulse like irregular heartbeats.
"allow yourself to feel good ellie... feel it." you reassured, your voice vibrating against her pubic bone as you continued to kiss her there. the scent of her arousal was a drug. her body exuded such a wonderful scent and the sound her pussy made just from your rolling your fingers over her clit was addictive.
"you're so wet."
she laughed, biting down her bottom lip as she returned her gaze to you, admiring your face and how focused you seemed to be. "because of you."
"can i do more?" you sigh, your eyes looking down to see the small imprint of her clit puffed out against her briefs. she nodded. your fingers curled at the elastic, her hips lifting as you pulled it down to see her swelling clit. what a sight- the connection of her happy trail to the light pubes that spread at her pubic bone. you could see her clit glisten with her own mess, how fleshy it was and how it sat so nicely above her slick folds. "your pussy is so pretty."
it was better than you imagined. all you wanted was to touch it, run your tongues against it, see what she tasted like and the sounds that could from her mouth.
"im gonna touch it." you announced, your hand inching towards it.
"okay." ellie moaned back quietly, her expression full of lust.
you situated yourself, almost laying down with your hands flatly pressing down on her tense thighs. leaning down, you gathered spit, letting it drop down on her clit, watching slide down her folds. your thumb pressed down on it, letting it circle against it just to see the bud of her clit being exposed as her clit hood would move with the way you rubbed. you could hear how wet she was, seeing her slick run from her pussy and down onto the bed. ellie and let out little mewls. her sounds so deep and seductive, rolling out from her throat more often than you thought she would.
ellie clearly embarrassed at the fact that she's making this much noise, her hand covering her mouth as she moaned into her palm. you would've moved it for the sake of hearing her but there were people downstairs and you didn't want them to hear, only you. the muffled sounds still tickled your chest. your heartbeat was quick and erratic. eyes connecting as one.
your finger slid down with your thumb still on her clit, her pussy lips almost hugging your finger, feeling the warmth she had. "you're driving me insane." she announced, her hips rotating and flexing just enough for her faint abs to seep through her stomach.
"so are you. i wanted this so bad ellie. so fucking badly"
°i want it in my mouth' you thought. 'i want to know how she tastes'. it took everything in you to do it. a few extra rubs and you couldn't help yourself, opening your mouth as you lower your head and latched yourself on her clit replacing your thumb. ellie jerked upward, her hand mindlessly holding the back of your head, letting out a gasping moan.
"oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... god." she grunted, trying to be quiet as her eyes squinted shut. rose painted her cheeks as her hand pushed you down further into her pussy, your nose pressing deeply into her pubic bone. she tasted sweet, taking in all the mess she made and continuously inhaling her natural arousal. your cheeks hollowed itself, feeling the flesh of her clit being suck against your tongue- it twitching vigorously and your chin getting wet from her slick.
"don't... don't stop... please. please don't fucking stop. it feels so good. i don't why it feels this fucking good." she rambled, her words coming out like she were drunk.
her hips continued to buck upwards and grind into your face, humping it as she got off to it.
all of this made you both go crazy. your minds flooding away within the pleasure you both shared. with your lips wrapping tightly around her clit, humming, sending sweet vibrations that made ellie feel as if she was going to see stars. your tongue lapped against her lips, running it over her opening. her hips fucked itself upwards, tilting her head to see your mouth pleasure her. the way they expanded, the obnoxious noises it made. you popped yourself off, seeing how wet your spit glistened against her clit, pulling back the skin from her pubic bone just to see her clit dance as it throbbed.
"do you see that? looks like you really like my mouth." you teased, you both laughing as you watched her clot continued to move.
your finger pressed down her hole, looking up at her as she looked at you, her bottom lip being bitten. "is it okay if i finger you?" she nodded.
"tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
"okay." she hummed.
you smiled, not realizing how wet the ring of your mouth looked but none of you seemed to care about that. "wait." you whisper, lifting your body as your face levels itself with hers, your hands clasping her face as her press your lips against hers. this time, the kiss wasn't shy or slow or awkward, it was full of hunger. your tongues plunging in each other's mouths as ellie tasted herself on your tongue. noses nudging and faces tilting, rolling your tongue at her bottom lip as you bit it, pulling it back. ellie moaned pathetically in your mouth, her hips still moving, needy for your touch that had been removed.
removing your lips, your squeeze her cheeks with your hand, her eyes glassy as if she were about to cry. she was so laced with lust that all she was able to see was you. nothing or anyone was able to distract her from this very moment. she only wanted you. she wanted to feel good by you. she wanted to be good for you.
"open your mouth." you whispered, your eyes dancing along her swollen lips, seeing how she obeyed. you gathered spit, allowing it to drop in her mouth with some sliding down her chin. "good girl. taste yourself with my spit.”
she swallowed it, her eyes doe.
you started to kiss her neck, trailing down to her collar bone then the center of her chest against the faint marks you had already created, unclipping her bra and seeing her fully exposed by your hand. she was so beauty. she was so fucking cute. you could see how shy she was just by this alone but she wanted you to see. she wanted you to see her from the inside out. she felt safe with you. clasping on one breast, your mouth did with the other, suckling on her hardened nipple, feeling her skin mold itself by your sucks.
she grunted, looking down at you as you continued to praise her body with your mouth. she felt the sharpness of pleasure electrify her body, through every vein and blood vessel. her sounds ran through you, soaking your panties and probably even through your jeans. before giving the other nipple some attention, you let your hand go to your lips, sitting on it and hover over her pussy, rubbing her clit once more before you slide down to her opening, rolling the pad of your finger as you teased it slightly.
"im gonna put it in okay?"
"okay."
and so you did. your finger slowly slid into her, watching her as her face formed a pleasured yet unsure expression. her pussy was hot and immediately clenched itself around your finger, her walls beating a you pushed little by little before it was all the way inside.
"you okay?"
"im okay" she breathed while you pressed gentle kisses against her breasts. your finger held still, allowing her to get used to its form before you pumped it in and out. each movement could be her as her slick dribbled out as your finger fucked itself out.
ellie never felt this before and it showed. her body reacted without her realizing it did. she made grunts that didn't understand if this felt good or not but her restraint went away each time she pushed her finger in and pleasure deepened. tightening and dreading your hand, it's pace quickened, feeling her walls brush up against your finger. «it's starting to feel good." she admitted, looking down at her own pussy to see your hand thrusting itself as your finger disappears inside of her.
"good. take it."
your face again in front of hers, foreheads pressed against each others, lips ajar, moaning at each other like that was the only language you spoke. she breathed heavily, her hand occupying itself at the back of your neck, gripping tightly so you wouldn't move. her eyes and your eyes studied each other. they made love with one another, seeing her pupils expand and the green of her eyes disappear.
rub your clit for me." you instructed which she did without hesitation. two fingers pressing down, rolling it over her clit mirroring the pace of yours. "im gonna add another." your ring finger slowly pushing itself in her entrance. little by little both your middle and ring was inside of her until it reached your knuckle, curling your fingers.
"holy fuck. fuck... it really feels good."
you kept pumping. her pussy so loud mixing in with your breathy moans. you created music with her pleasure. lips tickling each other as they ghostly press against one another, breathing down into each other's throats. she could feel her get closer by the second, her toes curling and hips lifting like she was chasing her own orgasm.
"i can't- wait... wait... fuck-" she announced, her body jerking forward as she roughly pressed her lips against yours, needing you more than ever, tongues fighting as they went down both your throats. her body twitch, paused then trembled. the feeling shot through every inch of body.
"cum for me ellie." you pleaded in between kisses. your fingers didn't stop it's pace, they couldn't. you fucked her through her high, taking in all of what she was feeling, moaning roughly down her throat, feeling her pussy tighten around your finger as her walls pulsate. her thighs trembled, closing themselves, capturing your arm almost halting your movements but you stopped her by grabbing her knee and pressing it further down the bed. a white ring formed at your knuckles, sliding down the palm of your hand as she continued to cum.
finally, ellie's breathing started to calm itself, her chest heavily heaving as she leaned back onto the mattress. her breast expanded as she lay and her eyes closed while recollecting herself. the sight of her was perfect. she was perfect. the gloomy sky painting it's light against her skin with the reflection of the rain's droplets from the windowpane. you now know what your dreams looked like in reality. ellie felt so warm and soft and her moans were like notes of a song, so deep and beautiful.
"you did so well." you breathed, giving her a few more pumps before you slid them out. you looked at your finger laughing as you lay beside her, "look." hovering you hand covered in ellie's cum in front of her face.
"oh my god.." she laughed, "i did that?" you nodded and a silenced hum ran through, admiring the work she made and you gave her. her slender fingers wrap around your wrist, lifting her head just enough for you to see letting her lips take them both into her mouth. she sucked them so gracefully, her eyes watching you as she bobbed her head slowly, tasting her own cum.
"you're so fucking hot." you told her, hearing the pop of her mouth as she releases your fingers.
"no you.” she admitted, "but what about-"
"GIRLS WE HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU!" ellie's mother yelled from the family room downstairs. you both jumped up, scattering to clean yourselves up and put on your clothes. luckily you and ellie weren't too loud or but you wished there could have been more. you didn't want to stop, you wanted to do this forever. being with her felt like you were reborn. you felt comfortable knowing that you were able to be yourself, be with a woman and the woman being someone you had long desired for.
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