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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | satoru gōjo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Gojo isn’t one to mess with other people’s relationships, especially yours, the widow of his best friend, Geto. And now, when celebrating the anniversary of your late husband’s death, you’re most definitely off limits…when alcohol isn’t involved.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x widow fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/makeout sessions - thigh riding - grinding/dry-humping - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - missionary + spooning positions - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pet names (angel, baby, babe, cutie, princess) - overstimulation - creampies - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get the fuck up) - the reader is the widow of Suguru Geto + mother of Nanako and Mimiko - implied usage of alcohol - Gojo and the reader are pretty terrible together, to be real - expressions of guilt/shame - mention of sweat and tears - bittersweet ending - will fully proofread l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: would y'all believe me that this idea came to me literally last night? wrote it all in 9 hrs total, lmao. enjoyyyy, and tysm for 4.8k !!?? love every single one of yas!!

“—Pffthahaha, why did you drink so much? I thought you hated alcohol!”

“I do!! But that guy at the bar kept buying you drinks even though you told him not to—Hic, Ahh fuck…”

“Oh God, Gojo, you better not hurl on my white carpet! Drink the water and eat your slice of bread!”

You and Gojo are in the warmth of your home, lying on the floor of your living room and laughing the night away. The two of you just arrived from a fun evening with old high school and college buddies, and, from the looks of it, you two seemed to have a ball hanging with the old company. Poor Gojo got the short end of the stick, being the lightest of lightweights of the group, and is now fighting a massive headache and being tipsy at the same time. Luckily, being the kindest friend, you took him to your home and gave him his favorite hangover food: slices of sweet bread!

“I know, that dude just wouldn’t quit,” you take a sip of your glass of water to ease the tipiness. You giggle while reminiscing about the events that happened tonight. “Nanami was about to stop him, but you went ahead and just took the shots given to me.”

“Well, excuuuuse me! For being your great buddy on both ends,” he points at you with a piece of bread between his fingers, heavy laughter spewing from your stomach. “I helped make sure his money didn’t go to waste buying shots for the prettiest person at the bartop, AND help you not get any drunker than you are now.”

You say in snickers, “I didn’t know you were the prettiest person in that pud.”

“Oh, shut up.” He couldn’t tell if the alcohol was making his cheeks rosier or if it was the sound of your laughter filling his eardrums.

Gojo has known you since sophomore year of college. You were in the same dormitory tower with him and his best friends, Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri (she roomed with you the following year, along with Utahime and Mei Mei). The four of you didn’t quite know each other until Geto had a class with you, and the two of you were assigned a presentation. From there, you were invited to his dorm and met his roommates: Gojo, Nanami, and Haibara. Then, you were requested to come over and play video games with the boys or eat with them whenever the group went to the dining hall. And the next thing you knew, you upgraded from acquaintance to friend in a matter of weeks, fitting right in with the odd bunch.

The group cherished you and your presence — especially Satoru Gojo. The white-haired fellow would treat you as if you were his closest friend. He’d find you in your classes through the windows and make faces that you’d try to hold your smile at, knock on your door to come to hang out with you whenever he wanted to see you or if he and Geto had a fallout, point to you whenever he’d make a three-pointer during the basketball games, or come from behind you to hug without you knowing because he loved how you’d squeak from surprise and try to squirm out of his hold.

It wasn’t long before he realized he had a crush on you until the second semester of the sophomore year when you considered transferring schools, which everyone was sad about but respected your decision. However, Gojo was more upset about it than the others. He didn’t like that he made a friend, and you two were returning to being strangers in different worlds. Sure, there was calling you and texting, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to see you smile, see you laugh, see you around with him. And the realization didn’t hit him until the first week of junior year when you called him one night and said that you decided to stay. He knew then and there that he cherished you more than the others, becoming a treasure he wanted to protect from harm.

However, he wasn’t the only one who adored you as much — if not more. In the summer of his junior year, Geto told his best friend he had feelings for you. And Gojo’s world was crushed for five seconds as his dark-haired friend confided in him. But when he responded, he quickly swallowed his pride and said, “That’s great, Suguru! I’m sure they’ll like you back.” And with that, you did, accepting his confession and spending your final year as a couple. And it didn’t stop there; many years later, Geto would go down on one knee for you, move in, and have two beautiful daughters with you.

Gojo bore witness to all of this, seeing his two friends become the happiest they could be with each other. It felt a bit painful — okay, that was sugarcoating it; it was excruciating, enduring hiding his feelings for so long. However, if it meant seeing the two of you happy, who was he to rain on your parade? So, instead, he was your biggest cheerleader, wishing you all the best for the two of you and your happy life. And seeing as though he’s now in your home, drunk, and sharing laughs with you, it was the best move he could ever make.

You took a nice big stretch against the couch behind you, yawning, “Thank you for taking me out. I really needed that. Do you know how lonely it is having two teenage girls who wanna hang with their friends more than their own mother? I was about to buy myself a crochet kit to keep me busy.”

He laughs at your comment about your daughters, Nanako and Mimiko, who’re now dead asleep upstairs in their room. Gojo lies down on the carpet, “No problem~. Nanami mentioned a nice restaurant that opened up recently, and I figured we could all use a night out.”

“You thought right,” you agreed, swaying from side to side, something you always do when you’re tipsy. Gojo thought it was cute. “And with, you know…the anniversary and everything, it took my mind off it…Thanks for coming with me to the grave today. The girls really appreciated it.”

He hums, taking off his sunglasses to rub his eyes. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Ah yes, the anniversary. Today was significant for the two adults in this living room, the teenagers sleeping soundly, and the friends you spent with tonight. It was the anniversary of Suguru Geto’s death. A dear friend and husband died in a car accident, trying to save a child from an upcoming car that wasn’t stopping at a crosswalk. The news came so suddenly to everyone, Gojo being the first to hear about it. He remembered the day all too well two years ago, knocking on your door to which you welcomed him with a smile like always. But you knew something was wrong; he could tell that his lack of response made your beaming light dwindle by the second. And when he told you the tragic news, the light completely disappeared, substituted with tears and gut-wrenching screams.

The funeral was depressing, of course. Many tears were shed, many kind words were said, and many rose petals covered the coffin when dropped and buried with the earth. Gojo was the only one who noticed you were the last to leave Geto’s side, trembling hands with nothing to do or hold on to. He was hesitant, but the tall man walked behind you and pulled you into an embrace. And like a flipped switch, you cried into his arms, finding solace through grief with the person closest to you.

That wasn’t the least time you cried with him, but those are memories meant for the two of you to share. There’s no need to delve too deep into another heart-rending episode, not after such a fun evening with everyone.

“You know,” Gojo leaves his imagination to turn to you from the carpet, seeing you twiddling with the rim of the glass. “I think we would’ve loved tonight. I remembered before the accident, he texted me saying he would kill to have a beer with Nanami and Haibara again.”

The tall adult scratches his brow with a chuckle, “Yeah, I’m he’d love tonight…If anything, he’d be astonished by how many beer mugs Haibara can take compared to freshman year. The kid couldn’t even handle three glasses.”

“I know, and—pfft. Poor Ichiji and Mei Mei, having to deal with a drunk Utahime now after her drunk ass almost pounced on Shoko to kiss her. You think she’ll remember any of that?”

“Pssh, no, but you can bet your ass I’m making fun of her about it first thing in the morning.” The manchild barks a laugh when you kick his shoulder, making sure not to make a mess with his bread and water.

“You’re one to talk, Satoru,” the named man giggled harder; he loved when you used his name as you scolded him. “For someone who puked a waterfall after one shot from his junior basketball team party, I don’t know where you got the balls to take the shots that random dude was buying for me.”

“What can I say; I’m a ballsy guy.”

You suck your teeth, taking another sip of your water. “You’re so annoying…Although, I know you did it to look out for me. I’d probably be wasted right now if I had those many shots. So, thanks again.”

Gojo lifts his sunglasses to wink. “Anything for you~” The sing-song tune of his voice makes you your eyes, but you continue talking.

“And thanks for all the times you’ve been available to help me. I know you and everyone else are busy, so I always feel bad when I ask—“

“Don’t be. I’ll always be here if you need me because I care about you.”

“Always?”

He looks in your direction to see that your eyes are fixated on his. Gorgeous eyes that captured his entire being the first moment he met you and now make him weak whenever they land on him. Darling eyes that were the prettiest things he’d ever seen, and that’s saying something because he’d been told countless times that his pale blue orbs were the most beautiful in the world. Alluring eyes that await his answer with patience. And so he says, “Always.”

You give him a soft smile, “Okay…I care about you, too.”

The two of you keep staring until you realize you have been gazing at Gojo for too long and avert your gaze downward. Gojo takes the hint and mentally slaps himself for it. Fuck, why did I do that? He stands up, groans, and covers his face in shame for that slip-up. You don’t know that he has a lifelong crush on you; everyone else knows. They’ve always known. The Gojo Satoru fell in love with the lover of his best friend. Correction: his dead best friend.

Anyone would see the problem in this situation. A best friend’s lover that you’re also close with? Don’t even think about it, Gojo, he curses himself. He knows all too damn well that you’re out of his field. You were the forbidden fruit that he couldn’t indulge with anymore. It was bad enough that you looked good tonight, wearing that cute halter top with long sleeves and those leggings that shaped your lower half beautifully so that he couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night. And he wasn’t the only one like that fucking old bastard at the pub buying you drinks. It made him sick, honestly.

“Ya know, Satoru,” he hears a glass hitting the wooden floor; you probably put your water down. He couldn’t see because his face was still covered, but his ears listened to your voice inching closer to him. “Remember that last home game we had at the inner arena of sophomore year?”

You remembered that? “Yeah, I remember.”

“And when you missed the winning shot, making the game stuck in a tie?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I, uhh…” he heard the carpet moving around — you were moving around. “I went to Hime and Koko about it because you looked out of it, and I was worried.” Hime and Koko: those were the nicknames you referred Utahime and Shoko. “…Wanna know what she told me?”

Finally, the man removes his hands to look. And he sees you on your hands and knees, your eyes catching him instantly. Thank God that his sunglasses were on because it would be pretty bad if you found his orbs wide at you. He could faintly smell the perfume coming from you. It was intoxicating and drove him crazy. He can only hope you wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up on his cheeks, thinking it was just the booze. “Wh…What did she say?”

“She said,” You sit on your knees, using your hands to take off Gojo’s glasses, and his breath hitches when you do so, putting them on the side. “You were upset that night because I said I was thinking of transferring.” You bring a finger to swipe his white bangs to the side and scoff. “Hehe, now, I can guess why you took my drinks.”

He gulps, yet it hurts to swallow. “Y/n..I—“

“Did you like me back then, Satoru?”

“…I’ve always liked you, Y/n. We’re friends—“

You shook your head. “No, no.” Come on, now. This wasn’t college anymore; you’re both adults now. You weren’t no fool. “Satoru, did you like me? More than a friend?”

Oh, fuck. He didn’t expect this to happen. Not in a million years. Gojo was never one to be nervous about things. But you? You were his exception, his one weakness. And it sucks even more that you’re aware of this fragility. He’s caught up now. He can’t lie, not to you, of all people.

“…Yes.”

He noticed your brow twitch, fucking hell. “…Do…Do you like me now?”

Fuck, Y/n, why would you ask that? He knows you deserve the truth, but it was painful to give it.

“..….I’ve always liked you, Y/n.”

And there it was: the truth, finally out for your judgment. Gojo’s face felt so hot it was unbearable. He needed something to happen, anything, please! His dignity and shame depended on it. It was too much to bear. The pounding in his head was a pain that never had happened to him in this extreme degree, and it hurt so damn bad. God, end me already. I don’t care anymore.

But he did care because why else would he still be looking at your face? He wanted to know what you’d do with that knowledge you received from him. Would you discard him? Never speak with him? He needed to know. Whatever happens to him is undisputedly deserved for being the dumbass who confesses to the spouse of his late best friend.

And then, like an answer to a prayer, something does happen. Gojo felt the coldness of your palm when you put your hand on his cheek, your forefinger brushing the lobe of his ear, and the skin temperature contrasting against each other until there’s shared heat.

Your eyes were locked in with his, honed with soft sternness, and your face inched forward hesitantly. Holy shit, he knew what you were about to do. It was a bad idea all around. If he really respected you as a friend – for both you AND Geto – he would intervene right now. He’d put his arms up and refrain from doing what you were about to do, no matter how much the inner, darker part of his soul wanted it.

However, we wouldn’t be telling this story if nothing ever happened, if Gojo didn’t let you put your soft lips on his plump ones, the two meshing together to signal the first union between you two.

The kiss was slow, filled with doubt at the start, as if you were hoping he’d push you away. But then you kissed him again after the first, and then the second. Three kisses was all it took to solidify Gojo’s next moves, daring to put a hand at the back of your neck. Which you allowed, you moaned at it. It ignited him, putting his other hand on your waist to suggest intimacy. And when you crawl further in his direction, there’s no going back.

You move to sit on his thigh that he propped up, cupping his face to keep him in your direction, grinding your lower half onto his jeans to create friction. Gojo follows your lead, moving his hands down to your ass, the flesh of it massaged by his slender yet firm fingers.

Whimpers kept egging him on, wanting to touch you more. The kiss becomes steamier, exchanging and swirling each other’s tongues, and he playfully sucks on it to hear you whine for him. “Ahhnn, don’t tease me, ‘toru…” Oh, don’t say that. Because now that’s precisely what he wants to do, slamming his lips into yours with a moan.

Your arms come around his neck, your legs grinding down on his thigh involuntarily to ease the aching commotion that’s brewing inside between your legs. His hands come to your waist, urging you to hump him more like this. The feeling of you on his leg felt so gratifying, arousing him to move his hips on their own.

This was so bad. No, it was tremendously bad. What was he thinking? Touching you and kissing you like this as if he were your lover — your Suguru Geto — and on the anniversary of your late husband’s passing, too. Did he finally lose his mind?! Even if it was the alcohol that was deranging his thought process right now, he still was conscious enough not to bring this predicament to a stop. Oh, this was beyond terrible.

It was just as terrible as you pulling your face off of him to respire, panting heavily, and wiping the tiny bit of saliva that stuck to your lip. Gojo knew he shouldn’t think like this, but he wanted to kiss you again, to pull you in once more, and have you mewing for him. You smelt, tasted, and felt so good for him. It would be a crime to leave you alone like this now.

Icy blue eyes examine your expression, taking in every feature of your beautiful face that he finally has on top of him like this. You look down at him with your hands returning to cup his hot cheeks. He always knew you were an angel, and now he has proof.

“You care about me, right?” You ask him with your half-lidded eyes that glowed softly under the warm ceiling lights. Gojo nods slowly, and you carry on. “Stay with me tonight, please…”

It was hard to swallow when you requested that. The night was already ruined — you were ruined — by him. There’s no way he could make this even worse. Nevertheless, the thought of saying no to you was contradicting his actions as he pulled you in for an embrace, kissing you down your neck and sucking your collarbone.

And damn him for feeling any excitement and joy from this…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Gojo felt like the worst.

No, correction: he is the worst.

Ignoring all these years of his inner, bottled-up feelings have finally erupted and burst into shards that pierce his skin as punishment. All those side glances, all those handholds, and all the cheering from the sidelines; every single memory that’s been stacked within this glass now feels like needles to the heart. Needles to his entire being.

He felt like shit. There’s nothing about that sentence that feels like an understatement; he was an utter shit. He knew it and felt really bad about it.

…And yet, having you under his bow like this, saying his name in soft whines and your fingernails scraping on his pearly, sweaty skin only pushed him into feeling terrible even more.

Gojo was now in your room, a place he only imagined to be inside his dreams and personal thoughts, away from the judgment of Geto and others. This room was never for him to step in — it was your room. The only people who could be in this space were your late husband and his children, no one after. So, being here, lying in your bed with his clothes on the cold bedroom floor, was like a shank to the gut.

Plus, it didn’t help that the girls’ room was across from the room he was in; if worse could come to worst, they could walk in and see that their mother was nude and a disheveled mess under the presence of another man. It would sicken them, having them defy anything that they hold to their heart. They’d deny Gojo’s existence for such an act; they’d reject you for indulging along with him. He wouldn’t forgive himself. He doesn’t forgive himself now…

And worst of all, the thing that was hard to accept in the first place was you. You, who allowed him to even place a finger on you after letting him confess to you; you, who wrapped your arms around his neck when he put his plump lips on yours, the faint taste of alcohol being a reminder of the events they partook prior and has led to this; you, who looked at him with such gorgeous eyes full that struck his heart, eyes full of subtle wanton and need that he couldn’t ignore. He’d be the biggest fool if he ever did — hence the man claiming your lips with hesitant reluctance and having you to himself. Finally. After all these years.

Now, the snow-haired man is on your bed, mind still a bit tipsy but aware of what he’s doing. How could he not be? What he’s doing now is what he’s always longed for — his deepest, darkest secret.

Pistoning his cock to and fro into your wet cunt was a sight worth keeping in his mind forever. Its warmth, the tightness of your walls around him, the tip of his dick poking your sensitive spots and evoking the prettiest, cutest, and most vulgar noises he never, in his years of living, would think he’d hear leave your mouth. Good, he could die tomorrow for this crime – he should be – and he wouldn’t mind. Because this was such a treasure to his eyes, his death would be worth it if it meant having you like this. It was a terrible thing to think of, no question. And he’ll criticize himself later for not caring.

“Ohhooo, ahahhh, Satoru,” His sky-blue eyes took you in, your eyebrows furrowed with eyes sewn shut, your hands gripping the satin sheets of your bed, and your body recoiling with every thrust the Gojo threw your way. The image of your breasts bouncing with every rut was such a beautiful thing to see, Gojo bringing a hand to grope one mound while taking the other to his mouth. The tweeze of your nipple and the light grazes of his teeth as he sucks your bud makes you wail even more. “Oooohh, ‘toru, don’t suck so hard…Nnmaahh!!”

He releases your nipple from his lips, giving it tantalizing licks while hammering his length into your slit, and your shrieks were forbidden music to his ears. His pelvis coming at you hard and bumping into your clitoris was too much for you, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. “Ohhh fuck, oh Jesussss, Satoruu, mmmph!! I’m gonna cum, I’m about to cummm,” you’d tell him with pleading, watery eyes.

“Hnngh! Shit, shit, let it out, baby,” Now, who the hell gave him the right to call you that? He was treading in deep waters he wasn’t supposed to swim in, calling you pet names as if he were your husband. Who does he think he is? Gojo doesn’t know anymore. “Let it go, cum on this dick…Aishhh, fuckingshit…” He’d take your breast back into his mouth, his tongue giving the nub an onslaught of teasing bites and aiding licks. Meanwhile, his free hand would snake down your abdomen and thighs, finding your unattended clit and giving it the attention it deserves, using his fore and middle finger to apply circular motions on the delicate bud. And your orgasm comes crashing down when he gives your clit a pinch, the walls of your chasm contracting around his cock with an ecstatic howl from your puffy lips.

Gojo watches it all play out – you in your climax – for the second time tonight. He feels it in your nails scraping the flesh of his back, your vagina clamping onto him until your high comes to pass, the arch of your back bringing you closer to him and exchanging heat. Your elated expression was frame-worthy, something he’d want to look at until the end of the Earth. And yet, witnessing it wasn’t a privilege given to him.

The trembles of your legs simmer down, and your whimpers go hushed as your back returns to the dampness of your bedsheets, releasing your fingers from the flesh of Gojo as your figure takes in oxygen to even your breathing.

The man towers over you, wiping cold, stray tears that trickle down your warm cheek. “That felt good, angle?” Again, calling you names he would never dare call half an hour ago. And yet you don’t ridicule him for it, nodding to him with a pleasant hum. Gojo kisses your lips, along with another and another. He knew he had no right to have your lips on his like this – had none whatsoever. But you tasted so good, felt so good. You were addictive; he knew this all too well. And here he is, a fool throwing himself into the fire.

He lets go of your bottom lip with a tug, maneuvering himself onto his side to spoon you, lifting your leg to make sure his hips have a clear way through as he inserts his length back inside you. He ruts into your wetness again, and the sensation sends a sharp tingle up your spine. You cry out, “Ahahhnn!! Sa–toru! D-Don’t! I’m still sensitive—Mmmm!! There…”

“Shhhh, I got you, princess. Let me take care of you, okay?” Gojo coos to your ear, making you purr and arch towards him.

And then his hips go back to pushing and pulling, his dick thrusting in and out of your creamy cunt. You breathe in hushed pants, letting the rhythm of his ruts churn your insides. You say his name in a beautiful whine, having him kiss under your chin in response.

Plunges to your vagina feel so good for both of you, finding comfort in each other’s warmth in this intimate position — a position that is meant for lovers. Something that Gojo knows that you two aren’t. Yet here he is, stuffing you with his shaft until your southern lips meet his balls as if he was your mate for life.

He says your name to your ear, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, the perfume you wear making him dizzy. And when his cock grinds against the wall of your vagina and hits your precious spot, your eyes shoot wide, and your scream comes out in broken sobs. “—Ahhh!! Haahh!! Satoru, Satoru—Oh, God, ohmygoood!!”

“—Gahhh!! Hahhh, heh, you okay?” He smiles at your reaction, his free hand coming from behind you to capture a breast. “That’s a cute face of yours, angel. Wanna see more of it…”

And he makes sure of it by bucking into your chasm with haste, going at an irregular speed, and more massages to your walls have you sobbing in pleasure. The stimulation overwhelms you and your worked-up nerves so wickedly that you grab tufts of his frosty hair. He presses his forehead to yours, sharing exchanges of groans and moans in the limited space you two have to breathe.

Gojo is aware of this entire situation, aware that this charade will change absolutely everything. His relationship with you can never go back to what it was before. College friends, trusting buddies, asking for advice, sharing jokes and laughs, being shoulders to cry on — all of that, and more, changed the moment the man first took your lips in the living room. It’s a ginormous price he’s forced to pay for one night of passion and comfort, to be in your loving arms like he’s dreamed of.

He could never look at himself the same again, and he wouldn’t blame you if you were to do the same. Shut him off, ignore him, having no meaning in your world anymore outside of a betrayer and an unforsaken friend…However, if this is what his life will be like when he wakes up, he might as well see this night through. Let him have you through it all before the world tears him apart for it.

“Hooohh!! Ohhh!! Noo, aahhnnn,” your keens go higher and higher, twitching with every jab to your inner walls and a tweak to your nipple between his finger and thumb. “It’s coming, it’s coming again, Satoruuu—“

“—Hahhgg!! Ahhh, shit, shit, shit…cum with me, baby,” he has his hips go at a relentless pace, pounding harder to your slit, prompting more strangled gasps to fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to come together, Gojo taking your lips in to drink your moans as his member spills his load into your fluttering folds, taking sharp breaths to stabilize your heaving, sweaty bodies that sink into the sheets. Jerking figures cuddled up together as you two experience your own set of aftershocks until the waves of orgasm wash out and leave you air to calm down.

Although, even with the climaxes gone, you two continue to kiss each other. Your hand nestled in his hair at the back of his neck, bringing your other hand to take his from your chest. Your fingers intertwine with his, grasping and uniting them like lovers — like soulmates. Again, something that Gojo is not. And probably will never be to you. But tonight, he is yours, and you were his.

Your plump lips withdraw from his with the removal of his member, him leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down to your shoulder. “Thank you, Satoru,” you sounded tired, blinking at the ceiling of your bedroom. “Thank you…”

He doesn’t say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment. He’s done enough damage now, hiding his face with the warmth of your neck from reality. He doesn’t want to think about it. So he closes his eyes, distracting his gnawing guilt with images of you flashing behind his fatigued eyelids. Your smile, your laugh, just you. That’s all he wants to think about in this moment…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Gojo woke up but did not move.

He was awakened by birds of the early morning when everyone else would be sound asleep. But that’s not what he deserved — he doesn’t get to have this pleasure this morning – or any morning – from now on.

Because what kind of man who wakes up to the bosom of his best friend’s widow thinks he deserves to sleep soundly ever again?

Gojo knew the guilt would be the first thing that’d hit him when he woke up. He was hoping for something different — maybe Nanako and Mimiko walking up to their mother’s room and slapping the man who stained their father’s bed with the seed of another man. But no. Instead, he was awake for three more hours. And what better punishment endowed to him than to use those three hours to contemplate what he’s done?

Three hours of looking at the sunrise from your bedroom window. The gradual transition of the darkness turning into the light, unsheathing the pitch black curtains of the night and welcoming the beginning of a new day. But Gojo preferred the night; it protected him with the vision of his shame. Now, with the morning sun coming out into the sky, he felt naked – exposed to his sin for the eyes of many.

Three hours of silence. Nothing but silence. The only noise that tormented yet blessed his eardrums was the light snore from you, the rise and fall of your chest coming and going. He could’ve counted your breaths but didn’t. It was the only “good” thing happening around him. Being between your legs and listening to you sleep was something out of a dream — a dream he never thought would happen. And yet here it is and in the most horrific way possible. He took advantage of you; that was the lowest of the low, crossing a line never meant to be crossed. So, for that, he reveled in the silence. It was the most merciful thing that happened since he opened his eyes.

Three hours of being in your embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, making sure he knows what he did. It’s not what you meant to do, maybe wanting to keep him warm by being close to you. But for him, it was another invisible lashing. The hand on his shoulder felt heavy, as if he could morph into your body at any moment. The hand on his head gave faux consolation, the air from your exhale lightly pushing it down. It all felt so wrong, the twinge in his stomach becoming more and more distorted with every passing hour. It was so foul, being intimate with the partner of his dead best friend. Unbelievable…..but the false comfort had him grounded from shutting down.

Three hours of what happened last night replayed in his head nonstop. It was his own form of punishment. Every recollection of you under him, crying for him, holding onto him, and being vulnerable with him was one arrow after another.

Three hours of this all occurred before him until you woke up. He knew you woke up when the sudden halt of your breath stilled your figure, and it made his heart drop to his feet. You took long, slow breaths as if you were scared to move. You were scared. You had every right to be. And Gojo didn’t say or do anything until you spoke after an entire ten minutes moved by.

“Satoru?” You said it in a whisper, afraid that someone else would hear it leave your mouth, like a slur to this bedroom.

He doesn’t reply with words. He hums instead.

“…Good morning…” It was the first time ever he heard you say such a careful good morning. It broke his heart hearing you be so afraid to handle this situation.

“…Morning…” Because there was nothing good about it. You were doing what you always do: looking out for him because, no matter what, you were his friend. And like any friend, you knew you were in the wrong, too. So, it was better to savor this moment — this — together than have Gojo take the whole burden.

Despite the good intentions, it only fueled his sorrow. Because he knew he didn’t deserve it. Any kindness spent on him right now would be wasted. What was warranted, however, was what was on the nightstand in front of him.

There stood a picture frame, displaying you smiling ever so happily in the embrace of another – and that would be your late husband, Gojo’s best friend, Suguru Geto, the rightful man to make you smile and hold you so dearly.

Geto was staring into the camera as it was taken — probably the one who took it himself. What was then a wonderful memory for you to reminisce served as a silent lesson for Gojo. Another chain of guilt to be added to his shoulders, and it was the heaviest of them all. The purple of his eyes branded Gojo as if he was damning the snow-haired man for tarnishing his spouse and home. Like he was in heaven, making sure that his “friend” knew that he was doing his part in requesting a special seat in hell for him.

And honestly, that was the only thing in that entire morning that felt right to Satoru Gojo.

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NAP OF A STARㅤ. . .ㅤ﹫ park sunghoon ★

꒰ 📒 ꒱ park sunghoon & fem reader, 3500 words. ㅤg non idol au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pinning, fluff, long fic. ㅤw kissing, minimal cursing, mentions of absent parents, brief mention of wounds.ㅤlibrary

a stargazing session with your best friend takes a different turn when he tells you the story of princess andromeda and the demi-god perseus.

“Stop being lazy! C’mon!”

Your friend’s lighthearted teasing made you let out a brief, hearty laugh. He smiled, loosening his grip on the old pillows he held.

For fifteen years you’ve known Park Sunghoon, your best friend, and the person who you trusted your life. You were introduced to each other when both of you were three years old, just a couple of weeks after your family moved to his hometown.

He lived in a shell back then, timid and reserved. The boy would admit that he was scared of crowded places, refusing to go out and play with other kids, unless he was with you — the first person to whom the little boy warmed up.

Since your parents and his were close, you two became attached by the hip, often mischievously pulling pranks on your families. Together, you had the tradition of doing pinky promises and vows to assure none of you would snitch on each other when causing trouble. These vows turned into serious ones through the time when you would swear that you’d stick together ’till the end.

Sunghoon then grew up with too much pride; a pride that came from the loyalty that you, even as kids, had to one another.

The black-haired boy found comfort in you in the same way you found in him. However, that comfort soon turned into something more — a burning feeling that consumed you whole. It was hard not to wear your heart on your sleeve around Sunghoon, but even with the pinky promises, losing his friendship because of a love confession wasn’t a risk you were willing to take.

By the time, in the middle of a sleepover at your house, your best friend slyly indulged you to sneak out of your room with him. Earlier that day, he insisted on sleeping outside, setting up camping tents in your backyard — tents he ‘discreetly’ stole from his father’s garage.

Turns out none of you fit inside any. They were tipis for kids, teenagers. Sunghoon seemed to forget that his father bought them about ten years ago, and didn’t buy new ones as a result of his family’s lack of free time and camping trips.

At the moment, with a blanket draped over your shoulder and two pillows in Sunghoon’s hands, happiness invaded your senses, painting a smile on your face.

Your room with a comfortable and cozy bed was closer than you expected. But even with your back laying down across a thin blanket, blades of grass poking your skin, and your friend frequently nudging your side with his knee, you couldn’t be more at peace.

It was a rather cold night — a full moon one. Bright and perfectly aligned stars glowed from above you. An almost warm breeze enveloped your body, the summer night being one of the most pleasant ones you had that season. Everything was partly clear due to the moonlight, and the faint smell of petrichor from an early rain still lingered in the air, filling up your lungs.

After quite some time, one of your hands toyed around with a small, wet leaf you found on the floor. The said best friend shifted on his place for the nth time that night, adjusting his seated position. He raised his arms, phone trying to capture the constellations on an app that promised to tell the name of each one of them.

“Sunghoon?” You called out without looking at him, eyes still focused on the dark green leaf on your hands. A surprisingly intense gush of wind blew it away, making you press your lips together in disappointment.

“Hm?” Sunghoon hummed, glancing at you briefly and turning his eyes back to the device’s screen. His heart melted at your messy hair and tired appearance.

Now laying on your side, you observed how his brows furrowed when the app didn’t work, and how his overall expression softened when he heard your voice. “What time is it?”

Peering at the top of the screen, he turned to you again, an enthusiastic smile playing on his plump lips. “Almost two.” Sunghoon chirped.

“I kinda want to sleep.”

“I kinda want to sleep!” He mocked, nudging your forearm with his knee, now purposefully. “You’re no fun, Y/n.”

Almost automatically, you sighed in faux annoyance, nudging him back with your hand. “We’d be dead asleep if I didn’t encourage you.”

“And I thank you for that.” His velvety, honeyed voice and a boyish grin was what you received for the complaint. Sunghoon focused completely on the phone as its interface lit up with the names of stars and planets. His gaze widened in shock, switching between you and the mobile. “I got it! I got it!”

You sat up and allowed your chin to rest on his shoulder, scanning all the information the program displayed. “You’re so cute,” a chuckle escaped your lips when he smiled triumphantly at the bright screen.

Sunghoon felt every single inch of his skin start to tingle with your breathy compliment. The plain cotton shirt he wore never felt so itchy; his insides were fuzzy. Park’s teasing demeanor came back in a nanosecond, recovering from what he’d call his weakness — another name for the feelings he took quite some time to sort out.

“It’s a pity that I can’t say the same to you,” he joked, his words being followed by a strong punch on his arm and a whispered ‘Ow!’.

“Jackass.”

“You just called me cute, though?”

“I’m totally punching you again if you don’t shut up.”

“Okay, okay! You win,” Sunghoon spoke up quickly, defeated. He went back to his star scanning and smirked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face through his peripheral vision. “...Cutie.”

“God, Sunghoon,” you scoffed, biting back a smile and feeling your neck heat up at his comment. “You’re so corny.”

The boy used his thumb and index to zoom in on a random constellation before stating as a matter-of-fact: “You know you love me.” And he was sure of that, he really was. Howbeit, he didn’t know if it was the same type of love he felt for you.

“Do I know that?” You poked his ribcage softly, using a line from Zootopia, a movie that you watched together more times than you could count. Not resisting the tempting words of the little devil in your head, you fully smiled, hooking your arms around his waist lovingly.

Your actions made a beautiful flora bloom inside his stomach, worsening the previous situation of fuzziness he experienced. Again, the thick mask Sunghoon used to conceal his emotions came to his rescue.

“Are you really quoting Zootopia to me? And I’m the ‘corny’ one?” He faced you completely, ignoring the sparks in his chest. Long fingers rose in a gesture that imitated quotation marks. His canines poked out as he bit his plump bottom lip, faking a confused state.

Slowly, your face fell and you sighed, pressing your head on his broad shoulders. Another puff of hot air passed between the two of you. “Leave me alone. I just tried to be funny.”

“You are funny! I’m just messing with you like you are with me,” Sunghoon explained in a rushed voice. You normally weren’t that bothered by his jokes, but he didn’t want you to feel bad about them. At least, not that night. “Lay down. I wanna show you something.”

His phone was thrown somewhere on the grass, back now sprawled on the blanket and arms open for you to cuddle him. Park looked expectant, irises twinkling in anticipation, the intimate act common in your friendship.

God knows how Sunghoon started to hate the use of the word friendship to describe what you two had. It’s not like he’d stop being your best friend when you started dating (he liked to think that you would someday), but whenever you two had to deny that you were together to someone, he lost a little fraction of hope he still had.

“Ooh! You gonna kiss me or what?” You joked under your breath, actually hoping that he would, and not expecting him to hear you, but he did.

Strong arms captured your body, tickling your belly. Quiet giggles came from both of you — after all, it was late, and your parents would kill you two if they woke up because of your loud witticisms.

“I take back what I said about you being funny.” The moonlit witching hour accentuated his sharp, yet gentle features. His raven hair blocked half of his vision, but it didn’t matter to him. As long as you were in his arms, nothing else had importance.

When your laugh died down, he adjusted your overall position so you would be more comfortable while he held you. Sunghoon’s body was exceptionally warm, contrasting with other days when his skin would be coated by its usual freezing temperature. Your head nuzzled on his neck, and you felt him carefully pushing it away.

“Don’t sleep yet. I told you I wanna show you something.” He said gently, as if he was talking to a newborn baby.

Once again, his hand rose to the sky, pointing to a distinct set of stars that seemed to shine way more than the others simply because he motioned towards them. He started making shapes with the tip of his finger, and you did your best to see the whole drawing. “See this constellation over there?”

“That one?” You gestured to the shiny celestial bodies close to the ones he was trying to show you.

“No, that one.” Sunghoon slipped his hand in yours, helping you to trace the stars, dismissing completely how he was bashful at something that should be common between you.

“Oh... Yeah, I see it.” Managing to stutter out an agreement, you cleared your throat, feeling the tingles on your hand going up to your arm.

Sunghoon kissed the back of his teeth. “That’s the constellation of your sun sign.” He mumbled, freeing you from his soft grip. His voice was hushed to the point you only managed to make out the words ‘constellation’ and ‘sun’.

Idiot, idiot, idiot!, his mind irrationally kept scolding him. She doesn’t like you like this! You’re gonna scare her away!

“What?” You frowned, turning your head to look at his side profile, and urging him to say it again.

Shit, Sunghoon thought, pondering if he should get up and sprint to his house, canceling his plans with you for the night. Embarrassment, and only embarrassment, was what he felt at that moment. He wished a fairy would just appear out of nowhere and touch your head with her wand, making you forget about his whole existence.

That was too much. Maybe not his whole existence, but only the last five minutes. He still needed you to remember everything you went through together for his confession.

“What did you say, Hoon? I didn’t hear you.” Your sleepy voice made him snap out of his trance, cheeks flushing at the nickname that you used often, but that never failed to make him flustered.

“This is... the constellation of your sun sign.” Sunghoon said a bit louder than before, gazing at you with shy, doe-like eyes.

Your friend’s nervousness made you chuckle, though you were secretly panicking because of his thoughtful research, probably with the app. Shifting on the blanket, you tightened your grip on his waist, feeling how his body got extremely hot since the beginning of your cuddling session. “You remember my sun sign?”

“We’ve known each other for fifteen years, of course I do.” He grinned weakly at the sound of your laugh. Sunghoon wasn’t even into Zodiac and astrology, but he learned a few things here and there so he’d get to talk with you about it. “You remember mine, right?”

“Well, duh!” You rolled your eyes, deciding to mess a bit with him. “You’re a Gemini!”

If he didn’t know you better, his face would be pale, and his heart would have fallen to his feet. Thankfully, as Park said earlier, he knew you for fifteen years, and when you were joking around or not.

Funny, no? He was your closest friend for so long, had so many beguiling stories with (and about) you to tell, but even then, he couldn’t see how in love you were with him, just like how he was with you.

“Ha. Ha.” He playfully reciprocated your eye roll, pinching your forearm.

“Just kidding. I know you’re a Sagittarius. Couldn’t forget that even if I wanted to.” And you really couldn’t, not when you constantly overanalyzed your birth charts, thinking if you would make a good pair or not.

There was silence. It extended for some minutes — eight or so. Sunghoon opened his mouth again, breathing in a short puff of fresh air through his teeth.

“You see those stars over there?” He repeated his gestures on another side of the sky. When you hummed in confirmation, he spoke again. “These are Andromeda and Perseus. Their constellations represent their love story.”

You hummed again, making him smile.

“Do you know their story?” Sunghoon questioned, briefly looking at you. As you said no, he continued. “Long story short, Andromeda’s mother said that her daughter was prettier than Poseidon’s daughters. He got pretty angry and sent a sea monster to destroy Andromeda’s parents’ kingdom.”

“Geez,” you snorted. “What a big deal to destroy a whole kingdom.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m sure if it was you in Poseidon’s body, you’d do the same thing.” Chuckling, he observed how you shrugged at his note. “Going back... The only thing that could stop the monster was a sacrifice: Andromeda. They chained her to a rock for the monster to kill her, but Perseus came to her rescue, killing the monster.”

Sunghoon cackled when you dramatically gasped at his storytelling. “He’s so brave! What a great man.” You gushed tiredly, but enjoyed how your best friend told you the story with so much passion.

“Y’know what happened next?”

“Let me guess, Perseus fell in love and asked to marry Andromeda, isn’t it? It’s always something like this.”

“Yep,” his confirmation made you scoff, smiling in amusement. “But she was already betrothed to her uncle, so Perseus killed him with Medusa's head.”

“Ew... To her uncle?”

“To her uncle.”

“I’m glad Perseus came to save Andromeda, then.” You told Sunghoon, the tender sensation of his soft hands running up and down your arms making you drowsy.

“Mhm… But you know what’s the best part of the story? Perseus and Andromeda’s constellations are right next to each other.” The teen uttered, focus fixated on the blanket of heavenly bodies.

Surveying him, you then realized how his eyes were so full of emotions that couldn’t even be described. How his chestnut irises were a sea of wordless poems. How the moon seemed to barely shine in contrast to his dazzling gaze. How the corners of his eyes had faded crinkles from when you’d make him laugh until his stomach hurt.

Sunghoon noticed your staring from his peripheral vision, face reddening at your careless gawk. Even then, he didn’t look at you completely. ‘It’s now or never’ was his final push of courage.

“Do you remember when we were younger, and my family couldn’t go on camping trips?” His heart trembled with fear of rejection.

“Yeah, obviously I do.” You nodded. “We always begged your parents to let you and Yeji come with my family.”

“And they always let us go.” He remembered. “I dreamed about having parents like our classmates had, who took their kids to travel, and had time for them. But every time I sulked about that, you made sure to include Yeji and I in your family’s events.”

Sunghoon paused for a small moment, grinning at the memories of his childhood with you. He loved you so, so bad, that only the remembrance of it could get him giddy and completely out of his mind.

“I think that growing up with you made me a happier person. If I didn’t have you, I’d probably be a sad, shy boy without any friends.”

“Well, you’re still shy, and don’t have many friends,” you joked and fixed your focus on the sky, trying to hide your sentimental side that threatened to come out.

“But I have you.” Sunghoon bit his lower lip, his voice beginning to shake. “Remember when we were seven and I fell on that lake when we went to Danyang-gun, and you saved me? Or when we tried to ride the same bike together and we fell, but you treated my wounds first with the Hello Kitty Band-Aids?”

With every situation he brought up, and with every confirmation you gave him that you indeed remembered, your throat closed a bit. You were sure that your hands were shaking at that point, though you didn’t bother to check your theory.

Suddenly, Sunghoon sat up, careful to not hurt you. The pump of his heart on his neck made him crazy, worrying that he wouldn’t be able to finish his confession and chicken out at the last second.

Your reflex made you follow his movements. Frightened eyes found one another. They lacked hope, but they were full of the familiar sentiment you inevitably felt around Sunghoon.

Love.

“I think... I think you’re my Perseus.” He whispered as if reciting the purest poetry the humankind could ever write. “You always rescued me. You are the Perseus that saved my Andromeda. I would be dead if you weren’t there for me, figuratively and literally.”

The imaginary mask that camouflaged his feelings for you got some cracks here and there. Sunghoon never felt a stronger rush of colorful and colorless emotions in his life, every single one of them blending inside his body (he wasn’t sure if they came from his mind, heart, or any other body part). You got to see them first-hand.

Crystal tears found their way to your waterline when you realized this was the ‘Super Important Thing’ he kept saying that he would tell you that week. The thing that he refused to reveal whenever you questioned him about it.

“You know I’m not that good with words, but all this time I held myself back from not telling you this,” he took a deep breath, shutting his eyelids with force. “I love you, and not like friends do. I have loved you since we were ten, and I never stopped doing so. I understand if you don’t love me back like this, but I really needed to get that off of my chest.”

Your best friend’s eyes opened, going from one blade of grass to another before fully looking at you again.

Hiding what you felt for him became harder, so you gave up on the effort you put in all these years to not let him know that you absolutely adored the boy and every aspect of him.

“You’re an idiot.” You chuckled shortly in disbelief, and some salty drops fell to your lap as you enjoyed how his hands cupped your cheeks delicately. “You’re an absolute idiot, Park Sunghoon, and I love you too. I love you so much that I don’t even know if I can love you any more than I already do.”

If you were in a masquerade ball, maybe in a movie, that would be the scene where you two take your disguises off, finally recognizing each other amongst the ocean of masked people. You’d beam, seeing how you both were actually bare-faced, and how you could finally admire your true selves without having to hide anything.

But this is real life, and what happened was that Sunghoon got his face impossibly close, bumping his nose affectionately with yours as your distinct breaths turned into one.

“Can I kiss you?” He pleaded with all the despair and devotion in the world, looking at you with glossy irises. “Please, I’ve been waiting for this all my life.”

The answer he got was a kiss. His first, your first. Your lips molded perfectly, moving slightly messily to catch up with each other’s pace. Pure bliss overwhelmed your five senses as you tried to move in sync.

Even though it was your first time kissing someone, you two thought that it went very well, or maybe the act was extremely long-awaited, making you two enjoy it a lot.

Sunghoon’s lips had an abstract taste that can’t be described with real flavors. They tasted like the coldness of a rainy morning, the ecstasy of winning a school championship, the happiness of petting a stray animal, the ravishing appearance of wildflowers, the pureness of a dove.

Your hands rested on his shoulders while he kept holding your cheeks, wiping them with cautiousness.

Pulling away to breathe, you smiled, sharing a much-needed hug.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Sunghoon quietly asked with his face buried in your hair, putting all his love for you in the embrace.

“You took the lead lots of times today, yeah?” Sniffling, you held him closer. “You can, but only if you let me be your girlfriend.”

He nodded, letting some tears fall, not believing that what he was experiencing was not one of his dreams. “Promise to stay with me ‘till the end?” He smiled shyly, moving his body back, and his pinky appeared in front of your face.

Giggling at the act you repeated your whole lives, you nodded back and linked your fingers, giving his reddish lips a peck. “Promise.”

At that moment, you and Sunghoon were sure that Andromeda and Perseus were looking at you from up in the sky, nostalgic smiles on their faces as they saw their story repeating one more time.

⠀ ⠀ SOOV © 2O23

ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶’s notes ⪩⪨ my old writing makes me gag but this one is ok!!!!!

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xjulixred45x · 1 month

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I hope I am not too late to make a request. Can I please get a Yandere Toji Drabble where he is obsessed with a Sorcerer darling and their CT is based on divination so they are one step ahead of Toji whoever one day they end up corning their darling and it leads to a scary game of hide and seek

YEAH BABY!! Finnally some content for this man! I was wondering when Someone was going to Request him(finnally something that is NOT SATOSUGU THANK GOD!)

Yandere Toji Fushiguro x Reader: a Step ahead.

(reader) knew from the beginning that something was wrong.

They noticed very quickly when He began to follow them, thanks to their ritual technique they felt safe, because they would always be one step ahead of any weirdo who tried something with them. They didn't consider it something important, just a strange day.

Even when he came back.

Which was kind of strange, it's not like it wasn't possible, but normally these types of people gave up quickly, right? Why was he still behind them?

No, it doesn't matter, they could handle it, they always have been able to.

And they did it, they got rid of the stranger for the second time, already calm that he would probably not see them again, he was always one step ahead of things, they would make sure of it.

They even took the trouble to try to remember if they had seen him at any other time, his intimidating presence was familiar to them, his appearance... but they really didn't think it was that important. They could handle it.

It was like that for a while, the encounters with this person became simply a bad moment or in any case a horrible coincidence that had happened. They were calm knowing that they could avoid him and his bad intentions. It became simply an anecdote of a bad time. They could continue with their normal lives.

But then why did they feel so uneasy?

It didn't matter where they went, what time or who they went with, there would always be that feeling that something could be happening, that something was happening, but there was nothing nearby to indicate otherwise, and with their ritual technique this tipi of things should be a piece of cake.

Thanks to this, (reader) they began to try to spend as little time alone, that way they felt that this feeling was not so difficult to handle. It worked for a while.they would find a way to get rid of this problem.

but then they started to feel it again...he was stalking them...the same guy...again.

Their ritual technique, divination, had saved their live many times, sometimes giving subtle clues and other times concrete information, but with this man, Toji Fushiguro, they didn't understand why it didn't work the same way. It was as if there was some kind of interference with their ritual.

They finally realized where they had seen Toji from. in the files of the high command...one of the deadliest Sorcerer alive...

the sorcerer-killer was after them.

He blended into the background, disappeared and appeared, they couldn't feel his cursed energy. How did he do it? How did he avoid his ritual technique twice?

It all made sense when they met him in person...

They had been using their ritual technique constantly to avoid Touji as much as possible. but it had left them tired and without desire. Fortunately it seemed that he had temporarily withdrawn from his "position" so they were calm.

To be honest, they were kind of hoping. Could it be that Toji finally stopped following them? Did he finally leave them alone?

And then, in less than a second, that Hope was shattered.

-"You are very lucky to be so adorable"-

They were breathing hard trying to calm down and remain silent, now hiding from Toji. Everything went so fast...

-"If any other target was giving me the problems and fights that you give, I would have already killed them"-

They tried to ignore his words and move slowly towards another hiding place, but they couldn't help but tremble after hearing the last sentence. which made their movements faster and clumsier. They feel so scared and so tired...

-" But don't ya worry, You're reciving the Special treating, i would't put a hand over You.."-

They continued to crawl in their footsteps, increasingly tired and weaker from using their ritual technique, there had to be a way out of that, THERE HAD TO BE A WAY...

-"..well, unless you're liking all this sweetheart"-

Finally they saw what seemed like their last hope, now that they had no cursed energy left, they had to get to where the people were.

Move, ignore it, move...

-"because, personally--"-

(reader) came out of his hiding place and with the little strength he had left they went towards the public area, without stopping, without looking towards where Touji's voice was coming from, they just ran.

They ran, they turned the corner, they kept running, they crossed the streets, they ignored all the pros of running away from this man-sorcerer--monster--whatever he was.

and again it was there, the feeling of hope when they were less than a block from the public area, maybe they didn't get rid of it this time, but at least they could try again, they could run away--

With a single blow with something hard, (reader) collapsed, being caught in the air by a strong arm...

They began to shake compulsively, breathe heavily, and felt fear take over them as they looked up to see him.

-"I always enjoy a good game of hunting from time to time."-

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Thanks for the Request ❤️

I didn't really LOVE IT, but i like it, it was fun to write for Toji, if you are going to order from JJK, ask him more and not SatoSugu please (those two already have me rotten)

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starcrossedreaders · 11 months

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hey pookie.. PLEASE WRITE LEON X FEM!READER WHERE LEON IS TIRED AND JUST WANTS TO LAY ON HIS COUCH WITH HIS WIFE ON HIS DAY OFF

Authors Note: LEON IS SO FUCKING POOKIE UGHHH😩😩😩 Thank you for requesting Enjoy! <3

Warnings: just FLUFF, poor baby Leon finally taking a breather, drabble, crying

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The sun rose above you as you just finished watering your small garden in the backyard. Wiping the sweat off your brow you walked back into the house only to be met with silence. Your husband finally got a day off, so respecting that you slid out of bed and let him sleep in. The clock hit 10:30 as you were picking up the living room from the night before. You folded the throw blankets and wiped down the coffee table. Humming to the soft music in the background you swayed your hips a little. Soft-clothed footsteps were heard in front of you.

Standing up straight you smiled at your sleep-filled husband. Leon's ash brown hair stuck out in wild directions, and his sweat pants hung below his hips showing his v-line. Leon rubbed his eyes as he kept your white comforter fisted in his hand.

"Good morning love. Did you sleep well?" You smiled as you walked up to him to leave a kiss on his cheek. A smile plastered on his face.

"You missed," His voice was deep and husky. Laughing a little you stood on your tipy toes to leave a chaste kiss on Leon's slightly chapped lips.

Leon smiled in the kiss as he went back for more, over and over again. You place your hand on his bare chest as you laugh pulling away.

"Are you hungry, I can make breakfast?" Leon only whined like a kid as he enveloped your body in a hug, wrapping the comforter around both of your bodies.

Leon shuffled your body backward, causing you to trip onto the couch. Rearranging your position you laid on your back while Leon flopped his body on yours leaving the comforter to cover you both. Leon wrapped his arms around your torso with his head in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back rubbing little hearts.

You guys lay like this soaking in each other's touch for the next few hours. Time seemed to mush and muddle as both of you drifted in and out of reality. One moment you were sleeping while Leon left kisses on your neck and the next Leon was off dreaming while you rubbed his back.

This is the type of day Leon craved. All he ever wants to do is lay in your arms all day with no cares in the world. The clock struck 3:30 and your eyes fluttered open. Looking down at Leon's form his face was relaxed. His normal crease between his brows was gone and his ashy hair fell over his closed eyes. He looked so peaceful like this. Moving his hair out of his face you began to whisper sweet nothings to him.

"I'm so proud of you my love and everything you have done for this cruel cruel world." Moving your hand from his back you started to pet Leon's head running your fingers through his soft hair.

"I'm happy you're finally stopping to breathe. There's a reason your heart is wrapped behind your lungs. Each breath you take is a guardian of your heart. So, remember when life starts to weigh you down that you need to stop and breathe. Because when you don't then, you start to suffocate everything that's important to you," Pausing you placed a soft kiss on Leon's head before you went on.

"Just breathe and remember you have been in a place like this before. You have been scared and anxious and at your wit's end but you made it out on top each time. You've survived, and that's more than enough. You have saved people, and that's more than enough. Now it's your turn to save yourself and breathe. Your feelings can't break you, they may be painful and debilitating but when they pass with each waking breath you will look back and be proud of how resilient you are. So just keep breathing, because that alone is enough." Leon's body began to shake as a small sob pushed past his lips.

What you didn't know is that he was awake and listening the whole time. What he didn't know is that he really needed to hear those words come from you. Leon has been dragging recently and clearly, you have taken notice of that.

Leon's loud sobs filled the room as he pushed further into your body. "I love you s'much, sososo much." There wasn't much you could do but rub his back and kiss his head.

"I love you too, I'm so proud of how far you have come, how much you have grown," Leon stayed like this, crying into your neck as you comforted him through his sorrows.

Time passed as Leon's tears slowed. "I love you," You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Impossible."

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To whoever needs to hear this, slow down and breathe. Life is so much more than stressful and shitty so take the time to slow down and breathe. <3

Taglist: @hermizery @alewesker @ballorawan740 @lastaceylia00

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Hello, it's me again, hope you're having a wonderful day ^u^. I was wondering what your headcanons for how the Sinclair trio (individually not poly) would handle a reserved S/O getting completely drunk for the first time and becoming a smiley, chatty, sociable butterfly but also so out of control - can't walk straight, can't do anything without breaking things XD Loved your last reply to my ask btw

Hello, again :3

Tw: drunk reader, love confessions, a bit of angst

The Sinclair Brothers with a drunk s/o

Part 2

Bo: Tucks you In

The moment he sees you stumble after you seventh shot of his strongest whiskey, he's laughing to himself, shaking his head. He'll take his time to gather you up and clean your mess because he's also drunk with you, but at least he hasn't tried to set the piano on fire.... twice!

And, for some reason, you started talking to a house plant and plotted a plan to take over Louisiana? Bo was impress, thinking, 'A ten-step-plan on taking down the governemt? Darling, you're so amazing!

Anyways, he takes your hands and pull you closer, your drunk lips meeting his to taste his last beer. Bo help up his hands in shock, but his eyes roll back as he returns the kiss, bringing it deeper and passionate. He feels you tug his shirt, standing on your tipy-toes, arms around his neck, and smiling against his lips. To Bo, you feel fucking amazing! He burns for you, but... not like this. He can't take you like this. There's too much regret that'll follow on your end, and he can't pick up that mess. No matter how strong he is, he can't do that.

"Ya made quit the mess, darlin'," he hums. "Should getcha t'bed." He pushes back your hair, admiring your little smile in the broken glass.

"You'll sleep-" hick-up "-with me, right?" You giggled. You feel lighter than a feather as you lean against him. "Keep-" hick-up "-keep me warm."

Bo wants to take that offer, but he wants your mind to be straight, keep your mind and fears in the morning just on the mess you made in the living room. "No, y/n," he whispers, planting a kiss on your head. "'M lettin' ya have t'bed to yourself."

"But snuggles!"

Again, he pulls you into a kiss, shutting you up. When he pulls away, he guides you to bed and helps you undress and in your pjs. He'll give you a kiss goodnight and turn on the bathroom light for you.

"Stay with me?" you asked, taking his hand. "Just-" hickup "-just until I sleep?"

He gives you a carefree smile as he sits on the edge as he holds your hand. He hums a gentle lullaby and watches your drunk-self go to sleep. Bo leans down and kisses your temple, brushing your hair. He decided a couple things that night: keep you away from liquor, make sure you're already in your pjs, and to turn on the nightlight so you don't trip. But the most important thing came up, too.

He decided that you stolen his heart the first time you took a shot without flinching at the burn.

When you wake up, you realize something that almost seems to sad but blissful at the same time: you had your first kiss, and it was with Bo Sinclair.

And you will never tell him.

Vincent: Cuddle Bug

As he leads you back to bed, you knocked over his tools and some of his harden wax. Luckily, he already put away the real hare for the night when you told him about the mixed drinks you wanted to try. After making two AMFs, downing a pitcher of Bo's mixture, and taking shots with Lester, you were two sheets from the window. You leaned against him as he guided you down the steps, holding you up as you giggled about every little thing. Under different situations, Vincent would admire you and your clumsy nature.

He undresses you and has you put on your shirt, but your head got caught in the sleeved and had him help you. He felt like he was taking care of Bo all over again when he didn't know his limits.

As he lays you down, you pull on his sleeve, asking, "Can I-I lay on your chest, Vincent? Please?" You whined as you pulled him closer. "I-I love smelling you." A grin formed as you kissed his mask; you've never done that before. "I love you."

He knows your drunk; you don't mean it. You don't love him... but still...

"Cuddle me to sleep?" You asked again. "Please?"

He gives in and takes off his boots. Climbing in and going under the covers, you wiggle up and rest your head on his chest, right over his heart. You close your eyes and slurred, "I wanna marry you one day."

He can't say anything. Stop giving him false hopes of having a family with him. Stop it!

"And I wanna have kids and-" hick-up "-and have you love me every day!" You look up at his mask and laid a hand on his cheek. "I wanna see your pretty face every day, cuddle bug." You giggled as you lowered your head. "I love you, Vincent. I love... love you."

Blissfully, you drifted to sleep as you hold his shirt tightly like a blanket, snuggling into his chest like a pillow. The rest of the night, he holds you close and rubs your back, his heart breaking with every breath you take.

Lester: Passing Out

Lester isn't a heavy drinker, but he'll take a few shots with you, down a beer, and still have room for a jello shot. Where's all that alcohol going in him? Listen, no one knows, but you try to keep up with him and fail.

"Did you know that-that you're cute?" You asked as you pinched his cheeks, giggling and blushing. "You're just the cutest!"

Lester believes you for a moment as he takes away your empty beer bottle. "Yeah, sweet pea?"

You giggle and mimc him, "Sweet pea." You lean forward and kiss his neck. "You talk cute and funny, too."

"Yer drunk, dear," he laughs as he leans back on the couch for you to lay down. "But y'all funny, too."

You feel sleep start taking you. "Yeah?" You yawned. "How?"

"Yer just are, hon," he looks down at you as he watched sleep take you. "I love you," he confessed as you started to drift. "I know ya won't remember me sayin' it, but I love ya, y/n. I love ya so much it hurts." He hears your small snores, and he frowns. "Y'alls so bright and happy lik' a kitten. Yer my kitten." He closes his eyes and shake his head. He reaches behind him and turned on the lamp. "Sleep well, darlin'. Dream well an' dream o' lovin' someone. Lovin' Bo. Lovin' Vincent. But not of me," he smiles sadly at you and kisses your hand. "Never dream of me, sweet pea." He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes, whispering, "Night, little owl. Love ya."

When you wake up, you don't remember his confession, and you didn't dream about his brothers. Your dream was your wedding day, and Lester holding your hand for forever.

What a silly and sad dream to have, y/n.

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bunniesghost · 1 year

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'*•.¸♡ This Feels Nice ♡¸.•*'

Simon “Ghost” Riley X Reader

Warnings: Abusive Parent, accidentally cutting yourself with a knife, almost having a panic attack, Fluffy reader, Fluffy Simon

Summary: After a month of moving into an apartment that you were supposed to be sharing with a roommate that you have only seen once. You’re woken up by the sound of knocking at the door in the middle of the night. It is your roommate. You get to know more until you see someone who you wished to never see again. Simon tries to help you calm down.

A/N: omg y’all are so nice!! Thank you for enjoying my first piece of work!! Hope y’all enjoy this next chapter!! This is obviously a slow burn so buckle up. ALSO THIS WILL BECOME A PREGNANCY AU SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT TROPE, YOU SHOULD STOP READING

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After moving out of your childhood home, you have never felt so much relief. You could tell you were so much happier and your friends did as well.

Going out more to have fun instead of just

going out to be out of the house where your mom was.

You have also really enjoyed your new hobby of decorating the apartment. Not going too into your style to not make it seem like you took over Simon's space.

Simon. Someone you haven’t seen since you first moved in. You kept thinking that something happened to him but you became his emergency contact, and haven’t been told anything. You did find it weird that he didn’t have one. Does he not have family or friends? Maybe you could ask him that next time he comes home.

If he ever did.

You tried not to worry about it. Instead you tried to make his home seem like an actual home and not some place of rest when he’s not on deployment.

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It was getting late and you were done scrolling on your phone. Adjusting yourself in a comfortable position to fall asleep. You closed your eyes and went to sleep.

Bang Bang bang

You opened your eyes wide and alert.

“Oh my god, I need a knife.” You whispered to yourself

You got up from your bed, sliding your slippers on and walking carefully to not make your steps heard.

Walking into the kitchen and going straight to the knife block and grabbing one of the big ones.

Bang Bang Bang

You jumped with the knife in hand. Almost dropping it.

Oh my god calm down

You make your way to the door and tipi toe to look over the peephole.

Oh, it’s Simon

Embarrassed, you put the knife behind your back. And unlocked the door. You push back the door and he walks in.

“Welcome home.” You say in a quiet voice.

He hummed a response.

He took off his coat and boots and started walking to his room.

You just stare at his back descending. You Decide to put the knife away feeling silly that you thought someone was going to harm you.

As you move the knife from your back, you end up sliding it against the bottom of your bicep and make a small cut.

A small squak comes out of you and Simon stops in his tracks. He just stands there and you behind him with eyes wide, scared of him turning around to you just holding a big knife.

He doesn't know if he should turn around or just keep walking.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he kept walking and went into his room.

Great now you have to take care of a cut.

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You wake up to the sun shining through your windows, something you haven’t seen in a week since it’s been raining. You get up to get ready for school. Doing your morning routine now at 7am instead of 5am, since you have time to actually enjoy your home now.

As you walk into the living room you see Simon washing some dishes. Ones you bought since he only had a set of one.

“Oh, Good morning!”

“Morning” he said, not looking at you.

You grab your keys and start to open the door.

“Are you not going to eat breakfast? Simon asked

“Oh I’m meeting a friend to go to a cafe.”

“Oh ok.” Simon said before turning on the water again.

“Bye!” You said before closing the door

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“So he’s finally back?” Asked your friend

“Yeah, we haven’t really talked much but he asked about me eating breakfast before I left.”

“Oh so he cares, ok I’m not worried then.”

“Don’t start with this could be a love interest for me because I don’t know him.” You told your friend he always wanted you to find a love interest.

“I mean it’s a sign that someone cares about your well being when they know you haven’t eaten.”

“Please don’t start with your major scientific facts. Let’s finish up so we’re not late to class.” You told her finishing your smoothie.

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It’s around 4pm when you come back home. You and your friend went shopping and you found a cute Ghost plushie. Another addition to your plushie collection.

You find Simon sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

He puts it down to look up at you.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

“Do you like the decorations? I hope I didn’t go overboard with them?” You asked Simon, wanting to know what he thought of you taking over his space.

“Um..it makes it seem like a home.” Simon told you. Talking to you with eye contact.

“That’s what I was going for!” You told him with big eyes, clearly proud of yourself.

“Yeah, I like it.” He said, going back to his book.

“Wanna see what I bought? It’s a ghost!” You not finish with your conversation with your roommate that you barely know, You pull out the plush from your bag.

He looks up with big eyes and then calms his face when he sees a Ghost plushie.

“I fell in love when I saw him!” You look at the plush with a smile.

“Him? You use pronouns with inanimate objects?” Simon asks you with a confused face.

“Yeah, I see them like my babies.”

Simon just stares at you.

“What?” You tell him with a confused face.

“Nothing…”

“Ok…what are you reading?” You ask him, walking closer to him.

“Just some book that I want to burn because its writing makes no sense!” Simon said clearly getting mad the more he talks about it.

You take the book from his hands and read over the cover.

“This is a romance book! I didn’t expect you to be a romance reader.” You said with a shocked face.

“I’m not, someone recommended it to me and I regret taking advice from him.” Simon said as he put his hands over his face.

“Well, do you wanna do something to get your mind off it?” You’ve been meaning to check out the park across the street from you.

“I guess. What do you have in mind?” He asked you, getting up.

“We can go on a walk in that park across the street. Or something else if you don’t want t-“

“Sure.” He cut you off as you started to back track.

“Oh ok, let me change so we can go!” You started walking to your room.

You put on a comfortable outfit and open the door. You find Simon coming out of his room too, with a jacket on and a black balaclava.

“Is it that cold outside?” You asked, wondering if the weather went down that fast, since you were out.

He didn’t answer you.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You and Simon got to know each other while at the park. Going around the big park 3 times before finally going out, into a coffee shop.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” You asked him after you ordered.

He got tea.

“No.”

“Really? You’re honestly attractive so I assumed that you did.”

Simon tensed up at that but you didn’t notice.

“Do you have any siblings?”

Simon sighed

“Their not in my lif-“

“Can we go.” You blurted out really fast. Trying to hide behind him.

Simon looked down at you when he saw a scared look on your face, staring at something. Someone.

He looked over at the direction you were looking. A middle aged woman who was walking up to the counter with a man.

Simon didn’t ask any questions and just started walking towards the door. You made your way behind him trying to hide behind his big body.

As you were walking out the door now up front when you passed her, the barista called your name.

“Y/n”

You stopped in your tracks. Simon pushed you out the door frame and let the door close. He went back for the drinks. Then back to you.

You weren’t anywhere in sight. Till you came behind a pillar.

You looked small. Fist closed and up on your chest. You look distressed.

“S-sorry..” you apologized with a shaky voice.

“Don’t apologize, let’s go home.” Simon handed you your drink.

You saw your mom. You panicked and wanted to just disappear.

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When you got inside the apartment, you just stood there. Unsure what to do. Simon slid off his coat and looked at you.

“Do you wanna watch a movie to think of something else?” Simon asked cautiously.

“Um….sure..” you just wanted to sink in your bed and cry, but you wanted to try different methods to cope.

You went to your room, to change out of your clothes. Changing into some fluffy pajama pants with a cute design on them. Just put on an oversized shirt and your slippers and walked out. Simon was in the living room with the lights off, as he was getting blankets out of the blanket basket you got. Fluffy blankets being pulled out, that had more cute designs on them.

You walked up to the sofa and sat down. Simon put a blanket over you, which surprised you. He then handed you your Ghost plushie. You didn’t realize you forgot to grab it again.

“What happened to your arm?” Simon asked out of nowhere.

“O-oh I accidentally cut myself on..a sharp object.”

How were you supposed to tell him that you had a knife behind you when you opened the door for him.

He hummed back a response.

He sat down at the other end and started scrolling.

This felt nice.

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You decided on watching Howls moving Castle.

This felt really nice. Honestly really liking that he suggested doing this.

You look over at him, face bare now with no balaclava on.

He slowly started to move his eyes to the side to look at you.

You looked back to the screen, now face flushing red for getting caught.

This Felt Nice.

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kagrenacs · 4 months

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I talked about doing it for literally 6 years, but I've finally finished Orsinium, here are some quick thoughts:

The Good:

I really enjoyed the Orc politics, and the varying factions you get to deal with. I did see the big twist at the end coming, but that didn't make it less enjoyable.

The creature design rocks. I really love the Echateres, and how they're integral to Orc society. The pocket mammoths are also cute!

The division between Trinimac worshippers and Malacath worshippers was interesting, and portrayed varying factions dedicated to each god.

The armor design was really neat. ESO is super hit and miss with their armor, but I thought the Vosh Rakh armor and the Trinimac armor were neat.

The Bad:

This DLC was really really bad about anti-indigenous racism. For those not aware, ESO as a base game presents the Reachmen to be indigenous to the Reach and surrounding areas as descendants of the Nedes and the proto-Bretons. They have a clan system, utilize nature magic, wear furs, are essentially intended to be read as the stereotypical idea of Native American societies. The Reachmen are near unanimously presented as "basically enemies to everyone (and like it that way)" as described by a developer, and rarely vary in appearance from clan to clan instead of being distinctive cultural identities, furthering the racist idea that actual Native American societies are monolithic entities. I cannot speak for the Daggerfall Covenant quests, but in this DLC the motivation behind the Winterborn (The Reachman clan in question) seems to be to get their land back, which showcases settler anxiety about movements to regain land.

Additionally, there is frequent appropriation of indigenous cultures, without understanding their meaning whatsoever. The ogres who are described as 'savages' live in what appear to be tipis and are treated as unintelligent enemies. There is also this:

Which wildly appropriates the totem poles used by the people of the Pacific Northwest.

All in all I think ESO needs to apologize for it's offensive actions and remove these objects from the game. I think ESO players also need to be aware of these aspects of the game, and understand what colonizer ideologies lie behind it.

#anti-indigenous racism #The DLC was fine besides the racism. Which you can unfortunately say of many ESO DLCs

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divanthesimmer · 1 year

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The Sims 4: Medieval Save

Hear ye! Hear ye! The Medieval Save is finally here!

This has been an ongoing project which many Simmers from all across the world were apart of and we turned nearly 19 worlds from the game into medieval kingdoms. I've always been a fan of medieval fantasy as well as The Sims Medieval and so this save was born.

A few things to take note of:

* Due to the previous placements of some lots in destination worlds, a bug caused them to became unplayable. It is now fixed (as well as a few other things) and I kindly ask you to re-download the save and delete all previous versions (uploaded before 13 March 2023).

* This is not meant to be a historically accurate save and not all worlds can be considered "medieval". For example Oasis Springs was turned into Ancient Egypt and StrangerVille was turned into a Native-American world and there are many fantasy creatures in the save. Also, The Sims is a very modern game and we had to work with what we have. I guess it would've been more accurate to name it Historical Fantasy Save or something along those lines, but the main theme has always been medieval.

* It requires nearly all the packs and is quite a big file. I didn't want to restrict people's creativity and we don't have many medieval looking items in the game. I recommend lowering your graphics if you have a lower end PC and note that you might have many bald, nude Sims and missing build objects if you're missing packs.

* It doesn't add any new gameplay, though it could change how you play the game. Almost all modern appliances are removed and most lots are off-the-grid. This is not a mod and thus I couldn't add things like swordfighting or things that would make the save more immersive. Luckily there are many mods out there that could help with that.

* Some Sims with royal titles have longer names and editing them in CAS will force you to shorten their name. If you wish to edit them, you can shorten their name in CAS and just re-add their titles with MCCC in live mode.

* NPC Sims/townies will continuously spawn with modern clothing by the game's design. You can either delete them as they spawn, give them medieval makeovers or edit them in CAS and replace them with medieval Sims from the Gallery. There are some tutorials on YouTube which could help with this, like this video by KatsCorner: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPsxmGk92M4

Worlds included in this save:

Fairdells, previously Willow Creek:

A magical kingdom home to elves, gnomes, fairies and several magic-wielding races. Ruled by the tyrannical King Taranath, the future of this once-peaceful kingdom looms in the air. Architecture includes elven palaces, treehouses, dwarf villages and more.

Egypt, previously Oasis Springs:

The ancient kingdom of Egypt ruled by Queen Cleopatra of the Ptolemaic dynasty. It includes pyramids, palaces, temples and more.

Wood Grove, previously Newcrest:

An extension of Fairdells home to dryads, elves, gnomes, ogres and other races. It's a more "foresty" area than Fairdells and includes swampy ogre homes, mushroom homes and lots more.

Windenburg:

A kingdom ruled by the royal Von Haunt family. After the King's death, his young son took his place on the throne, but has much to learn and is ruled by his mother, the Queen. Includes typical medieval architecture like castles, inns, peasant homes and more

Pirate's Cove, previously Brindleton Bay:

A hideaway for thieving pirates and cutthroat buccaneers. Includes pirate nests, ships, inns and more.

Mermaid Isles, previously Sulani:

This kingdom has always been home to both men and merfolk. Recently pirates have invaded and everyone is at war. Includes pirate ships, a mermaid castle, an inn and more.

Chihuahuan, previously StrangerVille:

A desert home to indigenous Native-American tribes. Includes an adobe village, tipis and the infamous Pit of Judgement!

Mt. Komorebi:

An ancient Japanese kingdom home to Japanese farmers and Samurai warriors. Includes onsens, Samurai training grounds, villages and more.

The Swamp of Terror, previously Evergreen Harbor:

A ruined region home to those shunned by society - beggars, thieves, ogres and more. Includes an orphanage, ruined buildings, ogre swamps and more.

Glimmerbrook:

A magical kingdom home to all spellcasters and is ruled by Lady Ravendancer Goth. Includes a castle, library, inn and more.

Britechester:

Built and ruled by the royal Landegraab family, this kingdom is home to scholars and those who wish to learn about history and dragons among other subjects. Includes a castle, student housing, libraries and more.

Selvadorada:

A lost kingdom which includes several inns, temple ruins and more. Many travelers go here to search for hidden treasures and discover ancient secrets.

Nordhalla, previously Granite Falls:

A Viking settlement home to Vikings as well as werebears. Includes Viking homes, a stave church, werebear hideouts and more.

Forgotten Hollow:

A kingdom home to creatures that dwell in the night. Ruled by Count Vladislaus Straud, it's a haven for all vampires, but vampire hunters have recently arrived and things are about to get messy. Includes vampire castles and temples, vampire hunters headquarters and more.

Henford-on-Bagley:

A rural kingdom home to many farmers and their animals. Ruled by House Llamaryen and a place where fairytales come to life. Includes a castle, farm homes, a village shoppe and more.

Guild Centre, previously Magnolia Promenade:

A small shopping centre which includes an inn, tavern, market and apothecary. Travelers from all kingdoms go here for their shopping needs.

King's Valley, previously Del Sol Valley:

Home to some of the most prominent Sims accross all kingdoms, such as the Emperor, his most trusted advisors and high ranking priests. Includes castles and a sept.

Tartosa:

A kingdom surrounded by the Mediterranean sea. Home to the legendary Princess Cordelia and the royal Thebe family. Includes castles, pirate ship, a peasant village and more.

Moonwood Mill:

A village home to lumberjacks, mooncasters and MOOcasters. Includes a lumber mill, peasant village, cowplant farm and mooncaster hideout.

Credits:

Thank you to josh_se_oh for the amazing cover render and KawaiiFoxita for the beautiful build screenshots. Also thank you to everyone for your support as well as everyone who contributed to the save! All builds and Sims created specifically for the save can be found under #divanmedievalsave on the Gallery.

Please tag me with screenshots and videos if you intend to play the save!

Download on Patreon (100% Free)

#s4cc #ts4 save file #divanthesimmer

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neechees · 6 months

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Saw this Cree guy on tiktok essentially spreading misinformation that Crees are/were mound builders and anyone saying we weren't is "spreading lies" & his whole comment section was people thanking him for his "knowledge" like??? No, dude. Mound building wasn't really our thing. We liked NOT having a big ecological footprint, and that's why we lived in tipis & wigwams (even the word for tipi is originally closer to 'wigwam', mikîwâhp). Why would we build giant mounds if it goes against our worldview that you shouldn't harm or move the landscape more than necessary??

Part of his reasoning for this is the word "Mississippi" & that we extended all the way down to Florida because this word translates to mean the same thing in Cree as well (Misî-sîpiy) rather than acknowledging the fact that other Algonquian languages exist and have very similar languages to Cree, and will have very similar words (to the point of near exactness) & translations that mean the same thing, such as the tribes actually Native nearby the Mississippi.

#this is almost as weird as that time i saw a guy say that Crees carved rock formations because aliens told us to #it feels like this guy has some internal racism issues #and feels the need to justify Cree humanity & 'civilization' by INSISTING we were mound building city people #bc being nomads & woodland dwellers is too 'barbaric'

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soov-archived · 2 years

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N𝗔P 𝗢F 𝗔 ST𝗔R ── psh.

⠀ ⠀ a stargazing session with your best friend takes a different turn when he tells you the story of princess andromeda and the demi-god perseus.

✶ genre. fluff, non-idol!au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, light angst.

✶ warnings. f!reader, kissing, minimal cursing, mentions of absent parents, mentions of wounds.

✶ word count. 3.4k

✶ playlist. nap of a star — txt, your eyes tell — bts, mirrorball — taylor swift, front seat painting — herbal tea, roslyn — bon iver & st vicent, sparks — coldplay, pretending — charlie, astroboy — suggi, fairy — dvwn.

“Stop being lazy! C'mon!”

Your friend's lighthearted teasing made you let out a brief, hearty laugh. He smiled, loosening his grip on the old pillows he held.

For fifteen years you've known Park Sunghoon, your best friend and the person who you trusted your life. You were introduced to each other when both of you were three years old, just a couple of weeks after your family moved to his hometown.

Sunghoon then grew up with too much pride; a pride that came from the loyalty that you, even as kids, had to one another.

Turns out none of you fitted inside any. They were tipis for kids, teenagers. Sunghoon seemed to forget that his father bought them about ten years ago, and didn't buy new ones as a result of his family's lack of free time and camping trips.

At the moment, with a blanket draped over your shoulder and two pillows in Sunghoon's hands, happiness invaded your senses, painting a smile on your face.

“Hm?” Sunghoon hummed, glancing at you briefly and turning his eyes back to the device's screen. His heart melted at your messy hair and tired appearance.

Now laying on your side, you observed how his brows furrowed when the app didn't work, and how his overall expression softened when he heard your voice. “What time is it?”

Peering at the top of the screen, he turned to you again, an enthusiastic smile playing on his plump lips. “Almost two.” Sunghoon giggled childishly.

“I kinda want to sleep.”

“I kinda want to sleep!” He mocked, nudging your forearm with his knee, now purposefully. “You're no fun, Y/n.”

Almost automatically, you sighed in faux annoyance, nudging him back with your hand. “We'd be dead asleep if I didn't encourage you in your plans for this night.”

“And I thank you for that.” His velvety, honeyed voice and a boyish grin was what you received for the complaint. Sunghoon focused completely on the phone as its interface lit up with the names of stars and planets. His gaze expanded in shock, switching between you and the mobile. “I got it! I got it!”

You sat up and allowed your chin to rest on his shoulder, scanning all the information the program displayed. “You're so cute,” a chuckle escaped your lips when he smiled triumphantly at the bright screen.

Sunghoon felt every single inch of his skin start to tingle with your breathy compliment. The plain cotton shirt he wore never felt so itchy; his insides were fuzzy. Park's teasing demeanor came back in a nanosecond, recovering from what he'd call ‘weakness’ — another name for the feelings he took quite some time to sort out.

“It's a pity that I can't say the same to you,” he joked, his words being followed by a strong punch on his arm and a whispered ‘Ow!’.

“Jackass.”

“You just called me cute, though?”

“I'm totally punching you again if you don't shut up.”

“Okay, okay! You win,” Sunghoon spoke up quickly, defeated. He went back to his star scanning and smirked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face through his peripheral vision. “...Cutie.”

“God, Sunghoon,” you scoffed, biting back a smile, feeling your neck heat up at his comment. “You're so cringe.”

The boy used his thumb and index to zoom in on a random constellation before stating as a matter-of-fact: “You know you love me.” And he was sure of that, he really was. Howbeit, he didn't know if it was the same type of love he felt for you.

“Do I know that?” You poked his ribcage softly, using a line from the spectacular Disney movie of Zootopia. Not resisting the tempting words of the little devil in your head, you fully smiled, hooking your arms around his waist lovingly.

“Are you really quoting Zootopia on me? And I'm the ’cringe’ one?” He faced you completely, ignoring the sparks in his chest. Long fingers rose in a gesture that imitated quotation marks. His canines poked out as he bit his lips, faking a confused state.

Slowly, your face fell and you sighed, pressing your head on his broad shoulders. Another puff of hot air passed between the two of you. “Leave me alone. I just tried to be funny.”

“You are funny! I'm just messing with you like you are with me,” Sunghoon explained in a rushed voice. You normally weren't that bothered by his jokes, but he didn't want you to feel bad about them. At least, not that night. “Lay down. I wanna show you something.”

God knows how Sunghoon started to hate the use of the word ‘friendship’ to describe what you two had. It's not like he'd stop being your best friend when you started dating (he liked to think that you would someday), but whenever you two had to deny that you were together to someone, he lost a little fraction of hope he still had.

“Ooh! You gonna kiss me or what?” You joked under your breath, actually hoping that he would, and not expecting him to hear you, but he did.

“I take back what I said about you being funny.” The moonlit witching hour accentuated his sharp, yet gentle features. His raven hair blocked half of his vision, but it didn't matter to him. As long as you were in his arms, nothing else had importance.

When your laugh died down, he adjusted your overall position so you would be more comfortable while he held you. Sunghoon's body was exceptionally warm, contrasting with other days when his skin would be freezing. Your head nuzzled on his neck, and you felt him carefully pushing it away.

“Don't sleep yet. I told you I wanna show you something.” He said gently, as if he was talking to a newborn baby.

Once again, his hand rose to the sky, pointing to a distinct set of stars that seemed to shine way more than the others, simply because he motioned towards them. He started making shapes with the tip of his fingers, and you did your best to see the whole drawing. “See this constellation over there?”

“That one?” You gestured to the shiny celestial bodies close to the ones he was trying to show you.

“No, that one.” Sunghoon slipped his hand in yours, helping you to trace the stars, dismissing completely how he was shuddering at something that should be common between you.

“Oh... Yeah, I see it.” Managing to stutter out some comments, you hummed, feeling the tingles on your hand going up to your arm.

Sunghoon kissed the back of his teeth. “That's the constellation of your sun sign.” He mumbled, freeing you from his soft grip. His voice was hushed to the point you only managed to make out the words ‘constellation’ and ‘sun’.

Idiot, idiot, idiot!, his mind irrationally kept scolding him. She doesn't like you like this! You're gonna scare her away!

“What?” You frowned, turning your head to look at his side profile, and urging him to say it again.

Shit, Sunghoon thought, pondering if he should get up and sprint to his house, canceling his plans with you for the night. Embarrassment, and only embarrassment, was what he felt at that moment. He wished a fairy would just appear out of nowhere and touch your hair with her wand, making you forget about his whole existence.

That was too much. Maybe not his whole existence, but only the last five minutes. He still needed you to remember everything you went through together for his confession.

“What did you say, Hoon? I didn't hear you.” Your sleepy voice made him snap out of his trance, cheeks flushing at the nickname that you used often, but that never failed to make him flustered.

“This is... the constellation of your sun sign.” Sunghoon said a bit louder than before, gazing at you with shy doe eyes.

Your friend's nervousness made you chuckle, though you secretly were panicking because of his thoughtful research. Shifting on the blanket, you tightened your grip on his waist, feeling how his body got extremely hot since the beginning of your cuddling session. “You remember my sun sign?”

“We've known each other for fifteen years, of course I do.” He grinned weakly at the sound of your laugh. Sunghoon wasn't even into Zodiac and astrology, but he learned a few things here and there so he'd get to talk with you about it. “You remember mine, right?”

“Well, duh!” You rolled your eyes, deciding to mess a bit with him. “You're a Gemini!”

If he didn't know you better, his face would be pale, and his heart would have fallen to his feet. Thankfully, as Park said earlier, he knew you for fifteen years, and when you were joking around or not.

Funny, no? He was friends with you for so long, had so many beguiling stories with (and about) you to tell, but even then, he couldn't see how in love you were with him, just like how he was with you.

“Ha. Ha.” He playfully reciprocated your eye roll, pinching your forearm.

“Just kidding. I know you're a Sagittarius, couldn't forget that even if I wanted to.” And you really couldn't, not when you constantly overanalyzed your birth charts, thinking if you would make a good pair or not.

There was silence. It extended for some minutes — eight or so. Sunghoon opened his mouth again, breathing in a short puff of fresh air through his teeth.

You hummed again, making him smile.

“Do you know their story?” Sunghoon questioned, briefly looking at you. As you muttered a ‘No’, he continued. “Long story short, Andromeda's mother said that her daughter was prettier than Poseidon's daughters. He got pretty angry and sent a sea monster to destroy Andromeda's parents' kingdom.”

“Geez,” you snorted. “What a big deal to send a monster to destroy somebody's kingdom.”

“Oh, shut up. I'm sure if it was you in Poseidon's body, you'd do the same thing.” Chuckling, he observed how you shrugged at his note. “Going back... The only thing that could stop the monster was a sacrifice: Andromeda. They chained her to a rock for the monster to kill her, but Perseus came to her rescue, killing the monster.”

Sunghoon cackled when you dramatically gasped at his storytelling. “He's so brave! What a great man.” You gushed tiredly, but enjoying how your best friend told you the story with so much passion.

“Y'know what happened next?”

“Let me guess, Perseus fell in love with Andromeda, and asked to marry her.”

“Yep,” his confirmation made you scoff, grinning in amusement. “But she was already betrothed to her uncle, so Perseus killed him with Medusa's head.”

“Ew... To her uncle?”

“To her uncle.”

“I'm glad Perseus came to save Andromeda, then.” You told Sunghoon, the tender sensation of his soft hands running up and down your arms making you drowsy.

“Mhm, but you know what's the best part of the story? Perseus and Andromeda's constellations are right next to each other.” The teen uttered, focus fixated on the blanket of heavenly bodies.

Surveying him, you then realized how his eyes were so full of emotions that couldn't even be described. How his chestnut irises were a sea of wordless poems. How the moon seemed to barely shine in contrast to his dazzling gaze. How the corners of his eyes had faded crinkles from when you'd make him laugh until his stomach hurt.

Sunghoon noticed your staring, face reddening at your careless gawk. Even then, he didn't look at you completely. ‘It's now or never’ was his final push of courage.

“Do you remember when we were younger, and my family couldn't go on camping trips?” His heart trembled with fear of rejection.

“Yeah, obviously I do.” You nodded. “We always begged your parents to let you and Yeji go on my family ones.”

“And they always let us go.” He remembered. “I dreamed about having parents like our classmates had, who took their kids to travels and had time for them. But every time I sulked about that, you made sure to include Yeji and I in your family's events. I think that growing up with you made me a happier person. If I didn't have you, I'd probably be a sad, shy boy without any friends.”

“Well, you're still shy, and don't have many friends,” you joked and turned your head upwards, trying to hide your sentimental side that threatened to come out.

With every situation he brought up, and with every confirmation you gave him that you remembered, your throat closed a bit. You were sure that your hands were shaking at that point, though you didn't bother to check your theory.

Suddenly, Sunghoon sat up, careful to not hurt you. The pump of his heart on his neck made him crazy, worrying that he wouldn't be able to finish his confession and chicken out at the last second.

Your reflex made you follow his movements. Frightened eyes found one another. They lacked hope, but they were full of the familiar sentiment you inevitably felt around Sunghoon.

Love.

“I think... I think you're my Perseus.” He whispered as if reciting the purest poetry the humankind could ever write. “You always rescued me. You are the Perseus that saved my Andromeda. I would be dead if you weren't there for me, figuratively and literally.”

The imaginary mask that camouflaged his feelings for you got some cracks here and there. Sunghoon never felt a stronger rush of colorful and colorless emotions in his life, every single one of them blending inside his body (he wasn't sure if they came from his mind, heart, or any other body part). You got to see them first-hand.

“You know I'm not that good with words, but all this time I held myself back from not telling you this,” he took a deep breath, shutting his eyelids with force. “I love you, and not in a platonic way. I have loved you since we were ten, and I never stopped doing so. I understand if you don't love me back like this, but I really needed to get that off of my chest.”

Your best friend's eyes opened, going from one blade of grass to another before fully looking at you again.

Hiding what you felt for him became harder, so you gave up on the effort you put all these years to not let him know that you absolutely adored the boy and every aspect of him.

“You're an idiot.” You chuckled shortly in disbelief, and some salty drops fell to your lap as you enjoyed how his hands cupped your cheeks delicately. “You're an absolute idiot, Park Sunghoon, and I love you too. I love you so much that I don't even know if I can love you any more than I already do.”

If you were in a masquerade ball, maybe in a movie, that would be the scene where you two take your disguises off, finally recognizing each other amongst the ocean of masked people. You'd smile, seeing how you both came to the party without makeup, how you could finally admire your true selves without having to hide anything.

But this is real life, and what happened was that Sunghoon got his face impossibly close, bumping his nose affectionately with yours as your distinct breaths turned into one.

“Can I kiss you?” He pleaded with all the despair and devotion in the world, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Please, I've been waiting for this all my life.”

The answer he got was a kiss, his first, your first. Your lips molded perfectly, as if they were the sculpture ‘The Kiss’, flawlessly crafted by Auguste Rodin. Pure bliss overwhelmed your five senses as you tried to move in sync.

Even though it was your first kiss, you two thought that it went very well, or maybe the act was extremely long-awaited, making you two enjoy it a lot.

Sunghoon's lips had an abstract taste that can't be described with real flavors. They tasted like the coldness of a rainy morning, the ecstasy of winning a school championship, the happiness of petting a stray animal, the ravishing appearance of wildflowers, the pureness of a dove.

Your hands rested on his shoulders while he kept holding your cheeks, wiping them with cautiousness.

Pulling away to breathe, you smiled, sharing a much-needed hug.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Sunghoon quietly asked with his face buried in your hair, putting all his love for you in the embrace.

“You took the lead lots of times today, yeah?” Sniffling, you held him closer. “You can, but only if you let me be your girlfriend.”

He nodded, letting some tears fall, not believing that what he was experiencing was his life. “Promise to stay with me ‘till the end?” He grinned slightly, moving his body back, his pinky appearing in front of your face.

Giggling at the act you repeated your whole lives, you nodded back and linked your fingers, giving his reddish lips a peck. “Promise.”

At that moment, you and Sunghoon were sure that Andromeda and Perseus were looking at you from up in the sky, nostalgic smiles on their faces as they saw their story repeating one more time.

⠀ ⠀ notes. first fic in the blog!! the ending felt too rushed imo but !! let's keep our heads up :] feedbacks are greatly appreciated <3

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shuugumi · 7 months

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okay but your nerdy virgin and shy boyfriend in his first time with you (his first blowjob, fucking and pussy eating) the reader already has sexual experience

I need it

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nerdy boyfriend who isn't the one for grand gestures or crowded places, so for a special date night, you opted for something intimate and close to his heart— a night of games at his cozy apartment.

the sun dipped below the horizon and the air was crisp with the new season slowly making its appearance, you arrived at his front door with a basket filled with snacks and board games in hand.

you knocked gently as your heart flutters with excitement. when the door swung open, there did he stand. his eyes widening behind those thick glass frames as he was quite surprised by your appearance. "hey there!," you greeted him with that usual warm smile that makes him gushy on the inside.

shifting your weight onto your tipy toes you leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "i thought we could have a fun game night at your place!"

his face lit up, and his normal shy demeanor gave way to a genuine smile. "that—that sounds perfect," he replied, stepping aside to let you in. the atmosphere was cozy with his living room lights dimmed and a candle that you gifted him for your 6th month anniversary was lit. his bookshelves that were placed around his living room was filled with novels, comic books, and action figures neatly displayed.

his love for all things nerdy was evident, and being the best girlfriend, you couldn't help but admire the passion that radiated from his collection.

settling down on his small two seater plush couch, surrounded by a small pillow and a blanket. the board games were scattered across his coffee table and the tempting array of snacks were within arm's reach. nerdy boyfriend took a seat next you and slowly snaked his arm around your waist as you started to set up one of the games.

chest was his favorite, so you started to set up the board. his strategic mind was impressive and you found yourself drawn to the way his eyes sparkled. you knew deep down that, you wouldn't have a chance at winning but, just playing and seeing your shy boyfriend become to enthusiastic about his movements and tips made your heart flutter.

as the game began, tension between the two grew but not because of the competition but because he kept getting your ponds everytime it was his move.

"baby, you can't do that!" he chuckles, moving one of your pieces back after you moved it in a certain place that was not allowed. "well in my rule book i can!" you pester, stealing one of his chest pieces and waving it in the air.

your shirt lifted just barley exposing your midriff as you waved it in the air, "i got it." you giggled, giving him a cheeky smile and he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist and tired grabbing the piece with his free hand. "can't do that! give it back baby." he says sternly, grabbing a hold of your hand that held his piece in. with the significant difference in strength. winning was never the option and he was able to gain back his piece. starting an all out war on this one chess piece.

climbing on top of his lap and desperately trying to reach his hand that's now waving in the air. you tried to grab the piece but embarrassingly failed when he gained strength to flip you over and pin your hands above your head.

it became. silent. just breathing and the eyes of two lovers starring at each other with ecstasy. shyly you smiled before moving your head foward and planting a soft kiss on his. he was shocked at first, his cheeks becoming red and hot. he kissed you a few more times before you deppend the kiss, sliding your now freed hand onto his cheek.

the kiss was sloppy and messy.

it had been communicated that, he lacked the experience of being intimate with a partner. never had prior experience unlike you. you wrap your legs around his waist and slowly grind yourself on his pelvis, wanting friction as he slightly moans giving you access to slipping your tongue into his mouth and softly biting his bottom lip.

"ow baby that's, that's my lip." he says before planting a kiss on your forehead. "sorry..." you gave him a small smile. "are-are we gonna do it? for real?" his tone is awkward, scared and shy when he asked you and you raised an eyebrow. "only if--if your ready." you reassure him, putting some of his hair behind his ear.

"i want to do it. i am more than ready."

and you find yourself in between his thighs as he sat up on the couch. slowly unbuttoning his pants and bringing out his hardening cock. with a eyeing view up to shy boyfriend who was more than a burgundy color red in the face, he was breathing hard. "tell me if you want me to stop okay?" you say, tracing your fingers over across the tip of his cock that rested just below his belly button.

he was, long. and somewhat thick. nothing that really surprised you. he was somewhat lanky but also buff. a sleeper build if you must. grabbing a hold of his cock and slowly swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. making sure to trace every dip and vein, licking from top to the base. trailing small kisses back to the tip. reaching the tip, it was only a few seconds of teasing before you closed your lips around the tip.

his hands rested on his thighs as he watched you sink your mouth down onto his length. holding back a whimper from how warm and pleasant your mouth had felt to him and his virgin cock.

"fuckkk." he hissed, letting his legs spread further apart. his mouth agape as a line of drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue giving him extra pleasure to the underside of his head. he could feel your throat contract around his dick as you took him deeper. his toes curling into the carpet floor as he felt the contracting muscles of your throat around him.

"ah fuck! baby, baby you're gonna make me cum." his voice desperate, slightly thrusting his pelvis up into you. putting a hand on his thigh you slowly drew away, and a thick strand of saliva stayed connected to the tip from your lips. practically panting, he was so close to that edge.

running a hand through his hair, there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "try hold it for me- kay?" you say, wrapping your hand around the base and giving him a few pumps before your lips reattached to the tip of his dick. he nodded and his hand slowly slide up to the back of your head.

you felt your eyes roll into the back of you head as you could feel your own sexual need get all hot and bothered. hearing him whimper and moaning as you took him deeper. saliva dripping down your chin as your throat closed around his thickness, squeezing him tight and sending him over the edge. suddenly a sensation of something hot and sour was shot to the back of her throat.

she spluttered and gagged, immediately taking his shaft out of your mouth. he was still cumming and a few squirted on your chin. "shit, i came!" he pants, wiping your your chin with the back of your hand catching your breath. "next...next time. tell me when you're gonna cum." you say, coming back up and onto the couch, giving him a peck on his lips. "sorry...i- got distracted. it...felt so good." he says, playing with the ends of your hair. "are you able to continue?" he looks at you confused. "i didn't cum yet. you can't leave me hanging...you know." you say sultry. leaning back onto the arm rest as you unbutton your shorts and removed your shorts but just moving you panties to the side.

"right, i- i need to make sure you feel good too.." he says positioning himself to be above you and slowly stroking himself. "can-can i put it in it?" he says exceedingly as you nod. "slowly okay? go slow."

he struggles at first. not really sure where the hole he was supposed to insert his penis into you. but with the help of you, you helped. grabbing his dick as you slowly pressed his tip against your entrance. "how...how is it so tight?" he says, slowly sinking his tip into your soppy cunt, "spit on it." demanding, he did what you commanded and dropped a big spit ball onto your pussy. "feel so, feel so good baby." he says, slowly moving as bringing himself more into you.

he was thick than you ever had. his tip kissed that gummy spot as you whined, "don't move!" you moan, getting used to a size you've never taken before. grabbing onto his forearm as he haults his movement. "sorry! am i...am i hurting you?"

"n-no, i just need to adjust...you're big."

he laughs, and eventually you tell him he can move. he starts moving slowly, giving light and simple thrusts. your eyebrows furrowed as he started giving more of himself to you. your arm snaking around his neck, bringing him closer to you. head going into the crook of neck, muffling the moans spewing from you.

the pain that once was subsided and he finally got the flow of his thrusts. moans were spewing from both of your mouths. his mind grew hazy as all he was thinking about was how sexy your body was, taking him in so easily and how you were taking his virginity. you held him tighter as he pistoned into you slow but surely, you knew he liked it when he started going faster. it took him a moment to speed up, making sure that you were okay in the process, and your reaction was something he wasn’t expecting.

loud cries muffled in his neck as he thrusted more roughly. legs wrapping tightly around his waist, keeping him deep. his breath hitched as your walls tightened around him, "fuck baby, i am gonna cum- feel s'good." he mewls, grabbing your leg as he continues. "cum together-cum baby!" you moan, sliding your hand down to circle the bundle of nerves helping you come closer to your end.

“ah~, g’nna cum!!” he moan out in slurs as he feels your thighs tremble, you place soft kisses on his neck as his breath fastens. “come for me pretty boy, m’bout to cum too~” your voice cracked as he desperately chased yours and his release.

one more thrust up into you and it all came undone. his cock twitched in you as he released his warm cum inside you. walls tightening as you could feel the creamy liquid paint your walls white untangling your legs from around his waist as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

he admired your flushed, fucked out face. you smiled at your boyfriend who was panting, looking at the mess he created where you two were once connected. mixture of his and your cum squirted out from your puffy and sensitive pussy made a heart beat go straight to his once virgin cock. the slow flow of his cum slowly dripping out of your hole made him squeeze his cock.

"that...that was amazing.." he leans down, planting another kiss on your forehead and helps you sit up onto the couch, "did you enjoy it?" you ask rubbing his arm and he nods, "i did. i-i really did. i can't wait to do it again. we can- we can do it anytime right?" he says quickly, almost like he's asking you to go to one of his favorite comic book shops and you said you were gonna treat and get him anything in the store. (he wouldn't actually want you to spend your own money on him)

"we can do it however much you want, until your stamina runs out."

"i love you, baby."

BONUS:

"it's, it's a lot wetter than i thought it was.." he speaks into your pussy as his tongue slides in between your folds, swirling at your clit then sliding down.

"it's like, it keeps getting wetter and wetter the more i do this..." he adds on, but now sucking on your sensitive clit.

"can-can you add a finger?" you ask, and he slowly slips one of his fingers in. watching your greedy cunt slurp his finger up right in front of his face awakened something in him.

reattaching his mouth to your clit he roughly attacked, fingering your hole and nibbling on your clit.

"cumming! ah baby! gon cummm ah!"

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