𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ✯

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 ~ 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘.

𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.

✯𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 - 𝑷𝑶𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑹

✯𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢

✯𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢

✯𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢.

✯𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑂𝑛 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑥 - 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢.

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 *𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔*

@getosbigballsack 2022

vi arcane twitter links!

i'm a d1 lurker but i decided that it's only fair that i give back to my community

saw a bunch of moots doing this so i felt #fomo

disclaimer : porn under the cut

fingering needy vi

"kneel, princess."

sitting behind vi on the couch

overstimming vi

strapping vi

pitfighter vi straps u

she misses u, so so much. a vid from vi

vi using a vibrator on u

riding her thigh

she can't help herself

more fingering vi

annnddd more

she comes first while strapping, overstimming herself to please u

more of vi finishing first

making out with vi

teasing you

sitting on her face

tribbing

all done! lmk if it ate :/

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probably-rk

2 years ago

Inspired by @//wake-uptoreality!!

I can't find the artist of these adorable images so plzzz tell if you know <//3

• Kaeya, Itto

•Aether, Thoma, Venti, Gorou, Bennett

•Zhongli, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo, Razor, Chongyun

•Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Xingqui

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probably-rk

2 years ago

━━━ ❝ if you let me, I'm yours...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader

"he was the strongest when he walked out of that door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. a man that only wanted to be loved and wanted it from no one but you."

content ; ༄ sexual content, soft!dom gojo, sickeningly passionate sex, he’s a little clingy in this but it’s bc he’s in love with you, dirty talk, riding, pussyjob, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, loving aftercare, slightly clingy reader, just a lovestruck gojo that wants you & only you

w.c ; ༄ 12.2k

↳ note from syn ; ༄ i haven’t been super active but i’m always writing behind the scenes and this is something i’ve been working on for almost two months so this past week, i finally managed to scrape up enough inspo to birth an ending and here we are 🪷 hope you enjoy & if you reblog, you’ll get a kiss from yours truly hehe ୧

↳ p.s. this lovely little human @arcanedevil here helped me by editing this entire thing :”) cleaned up behind me perfectly & needed to make sure i gave her the proper credit otherwise y’all would’ve been sooo mad at me for the thousand of mistakes i couldn’t catch LOL luv ya babe ᰔ

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

The headboard weeped under Satoru’s strong grasp, threatening to break under the pressure.

His other hand was preoccupied, loosely curled around the length of his cock as he watched with a focused gaze, sinking further into you inch by inch.

Your face was hot like an iron, clearly out of the norm for you to have a man you’ve claimed to dislike so much on top of you with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. This was a man you cursed at while you two could be seen working together but during the nights… It was obvious you couldn’t leave him alone and neither could he with you. You needed each other, but he could be such a piece of work.

Gojou Satoru knew nothing of boundaries or pleasantries. He saw no need to announce his presence nor did he care about being even the slightest bit polite towards you. He treated you as if you were a longtime friend of his. Arm over your shoulder, tugging you places when there was clearly a job to do and buying you unnecessary gifts because he believed in surprises when you hated surprises. There wasn’t particularly anything you liked about him unless he was quiet — which was almost never.

Satoru was annoying, but he always meant well.

As a fellow sorcerer, you couldn’t deny how caring he was. Deep down, there was more to him that many people didn’t know. Only those in his very tight-knit circle knew what he was really like when he turned off the bright smiles and obnoxious laughter. Deep down was a man in constant pain that only wanted to quiet the haunting voices from his past.

That was how he ended up in your bed almost every night.

He’d come knocking on your door bearing gifts. Those gifts contained a bottle of wine and your favorite takeout.

It worked every time.

The two of you would sit, eat and talk about each of your days, how it went and such before pulling out the wine. Greasy food plus the dull ache of alcohol only ended up creating an atmosphere that quickly filled up with heavy sexual tension. Satoru wasn’t a shy man. When he wanted something, he went after it. Often, that was you and you never saw a reason to tell him no.

“Ah, ‘toru,” you planted a hand against his abdomen, feeling him finally bury himself full, your walls tighten around him with a grip unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Hold on.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he teased, a half smirk on his face that made you roll your eyes. As you focused on catching your breath, you also watched the way his abs would tense up with each breath he took.

It was no secret that Satoru chose you to be his regular sleeping partner because of the mind blowing sex you two had. Not to mention, you were undeniably gorgeous in his eyes and there was nothing about his lifestyle that he felt the need to hide because you were also a sorcerer. You were aware of the small amount of extra time he barely had on his hands, and never pestered to see him more than he was able. Though, you two were only fuck buddies and nothing more — he’d been with plenty of women that just didn’t get it. He was a busy man. Always saving the world and all. When he came over, he left all of that pressure at the door and fell into his security blanket in the form of you.

You and your plush thighs and cute little body. He couldn’t get enough of it. Although you weren’t all that insecure about your body, it still felt a bit strange that a man as attractive as him would choose to lay in your bed rather than someone more of what you felt was his type. At first, you looked at it as a one time thing and that maybe he was just curious of what sex was like with someone like you until he kept coming back. Several nights in a row he’d show up and nothing you said or did turned him away.

At the beginning, you had a thought that maybe he was put up to it. To talk and get to know you with the purpose of getting in bed with you. All because you didn’t trust Suguru, his best friend, at all.. The man tried hitting on you once before but you were kind when you politely told him that you weren’t interested. He wasn’t your type and it was because of his personality. You didn’t have a long list of men you dated, but it was enough to make you realize what you did and didn’t want in someone.

It turned out that Satoru talked to you of his own volition. He wasn’t dared, wasn’t involved with any sort of bet between him and someone else — just wanted to genuinely get to know you because he claimed to see something in you that no one else did. Curious, you agreed to becoming friends and it was like getting on the bullet train and never getting off from there.

One of Satoru’s guilty pleasures was taking you shopping and letting you spend his money however you wanted. Except…you never wanted to do that. He was the one buying you gifts and pretending you were the one using his card to treat yourself. Instead, you used your own money and whenever you two went out, mostly on downtime between the missions you had, it was your card you swiped with each purchase. With each dollar sign he saw, the bigger the crack in his obnoxious little heart got. You figured it was just him overreacting but he had this unshakable need to take care of you.

You lived in a nice one bedroom apartment close to downtown Tokyo that wasn’t too expensive for you to keep up but he owned a penthouse in central Tokyo. You were happy with what you were able to afford and he knew you two were just friends but sometimes…

Sometimes Satoru could see you two being more and maybe that was why you felt he’d begun acting differently around you recently.

Less texts, less calls, less random appearances knowing it always annoyed you and he’d gotten a bit quieter when near you. It was like he’d set up an invisible wall between you and him, much like how his infinity seemed to work. It was as if he was keeping you at a safe distance and you were perceptive enough to figure that out. The question was, why did that bother you so much? You were just friends. With…benefits, but friends no less. Hadn’t it always been about the sex though? There was never really more to it than that, yet you still felt some sort of way about how he moved around you.

There were a few instances where you texted him just to be nosy and see what he was up to. He texted you and told you that he was out with Suguru. That was it. No extra details, just out with his best friend. Usually, he was all under and over you. Times where it was physically impossible to remove him from your body. Where he and you would be cozied up on the living room couch like a couple, watching some romcom. He’d fall asleep on your stomach and you’d be in and out for about two hours until you’d suggest moving to the bedroom to sleep properly.

Satoru was the only man to sleep in the same bed as you since your ex boyfriend you left two years ago. No one else has had the same luxury since then, other than Satoru.

You inquired about his strange behavior around you but he tried settling your worries with a simple, “It’s nothing,” and carried on like it was just that. Nothing. You couldn’t look at his new attitude towards you as nothing but you were already suspicious enough. It wasn’t normal how much Satoru liked being around you. Well, before he got all weird on you. You were questioning things back then too, and it would seem it was for good reason.

Right now, however, he was on top of you. Seconds away from splitting the wood of your headboard in half or fucking you brainless with furrowed brows and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Both of you gave it another second, eyes stuck on how flushed his pelvis was against yours. After you were sure it was okay for him to move, you pulled your hand back and his sterling blue eyes connected with yours.

“Now?“ he muttered.

“Please?” you pleaded.

If having sex was the only way you could have him close to you again, you weren’t going to think twice about it. He’d become such a big part of your daily routine that it pained you to think about him never showing up again. He was like oxygen for you now. Needing him to breathe and it was definitely a bad sign. He couldn’t know how you felt about him. It wasn’t like it was easily explainable at the moment, but knowing that you now wanted him around more than usual, it was going to only ruin things even further.

You couldn’t allow yourself to care too much. He wasn’t worth putting all of yourself into. He was a friend that you sometimes fucked. Why did it have to get any more complicated than that? It was simple. There were no attachments on either end. No pressure to be more. Not only could he be a little too much for you at times but his job as a sorcerer prevented him from even getting into a relationship. Although, a relationship was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.

The way his eyes seemed to gleam underneath the lamp’s faint tinted glow, it almost made you want to look away. Whenever he came over, he didn’t bother to wear his shades. You kept your place a bit dark so it helped the strain on his eyes, but it didn’t help keep you from staring back sometimes. It was like looking into a diamond. So many different shades of blue with crystallized touches in them. You knew that he was able to see more than anyone on earth could but you wondered if he truly knew what his eyes looked like from someone else’s perspective. They were too captivating to look away from and oftentimes he teased people for staring, being cheeky about it but to you — they were the most beautiful set of eyes you’d ever seen.

“Mhm.”

The short response only made the smile on his face bigger as he glanced back down to the way your pretty pussy lips hugged his cock, keeping his strokes slow for the moment.

“You’re in your head again,” He muttered, almost low enough for you to miss. “How do you do that?”

“Huh?” You blinked, unable to ignore the way his length dragged itself back and forth, against your soft sensitive walls. “Do what?“

“Think this much while I’m fucking you.”

“Oh. S’nothing,” you quipped, then turned your head to the side, biting your lip.

Satoru stared at you for a moment, believing that if he looked hard enough — he’d see every single one of your thoughts. He’d know what you were thinking about.

He remembered that at the beginning of all this, your mind had been on one thing. Him in between your legs, invading your little cunt, watching the way his name fell from those pretty lips of yours. No talking. Just the sound of yours and his moans intermingling together. But it was because of his loud moaning and the headboard hitting the wall persistently that caused the neighbor to come out and warn you two about filing a complaint recently. Since then, Satoru started to just hold the stupid headboard while he fucked you, but you began seeing that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea either. It was close to breaking in half. It definitely wasn’t going to last much longer.

Deciding to force your attention back on the present — him rather — he leaned down and joined your chests together, hips creating long rolls that had your hands instantly gripping at his arms. A small gasp escaped your lips, feeling him slowly pull out only to slam back in with a smack against your thighs.

“‘Toru!” You mewled out, moving your head back to look at him. He smirked and dived down to your neck, giving it open mouthed kisses, fucking you again. His thrusts were desperate this time. He still had a hand on the headboard but his other hand was now at your plush waist, gripping it tightly to keep you in place. So you wouldn’t try and crawl away. Truthfully, if he didn’t keep at least a hand on you at all times, he was afraid you were going to disappear. Fall from his grasp — never to be seen again.

In some ways, you were like his anchor to this world. As if you were keeping him from becoming nothing. Mere particles in the air until he fizzled out into pure nothingness. He even hated to close his eyes because that meant he couldn’t see you and he needed to see you. To hear your laugh that sounded like pretty bells chiming into the air. To feel the warmth of your touch against his cold one.

And you were always so warm. He usually had to wear layers where you typically settled for a single sweater or turtleneck. It was why he liked being on or under you. He was always so very cold, but not when he was near you. You were his own personal furnace that kept him shielded from the harsh winters of his tormenting thoughts. When he was with you, nothing else mattered. It was just you and him. He was the strongest, but you made him weak.

His savior, and tragically — his kryptonite.

If he had to be honest, you’d become someone he would die for.

Never in his life had he felt this way about anyone else. Too many times he’d escaped the clutches of desperate women after a good lay, and barely made it out. They always wanted something from him, even when he went the extra mile to tell them beforehand that he wasn’t a commitment sort of guy. He was tall, criminally attractive, and rich. They did their best to sell their worth to him, but he just wasn’t buying any of it.

When it came to you, he found himself seeking you out instead. You hardly texted him the day after a night together, and he was always the one reaching out to you. Instead of feeling frustrated by this, he was intrigued. He didn’t mind the chase, the person just needed to be worth it — and you were fucking worth it, that was for sure.

His movements were deep and long, the two prominent veins on his cock rubbing against your tight wet walls so good, you could hardly think straight.

Satoru skimmed his nose up your neck, and pressed it against your soft cheek, “You’re so quiet, baby,” he muttered, lips ghosting your warm skin. “Let me hear you. Please.”

Your sweet moans were a sense of validation for his self esteem. He was confident that he still knew how to make you feel good but when you got quiet, it bothered him. Then again, it was probably just you in your thoughts again but the thought of your mind being elsewhere for the second time in a row while he was several inches deep within you — it was enough to kill his hard on.

“Satoru,” you whispered and he didn’t waste any time connecting his eyes with yours. You gave him a small smile and placed a hand on his cheek, “Stay with me tonight, won’t you?”

“S…stay?” He asked, dumbfounded. You’d never asked him that before. What was the special occasion? “You want me to stay after this?” He decreased to slow rolls, taken aback.

You nodded. “If it’s not too much to ask?”

“Baby,” he breathed and you bit into your lip, feeling him press several tiny kisses against your cheek until you cracked, and gave him the smile that he’d been looking for. He grinned. “Of course I can. As friends though, right?”

He wasn’t sure who he was asking that for.

Himself?

You?

What answer did he even anticipate? It was agreed by the both of you that things would stay neutral. That the sex was just that. Nothing more, nothing less. Thankfully you were on the same page but he feared that he, himself, was trying to turn it. Trying to make this mean so much more than it was originally ever supposed to.

What were you doing to him?

Your little nod made him visibly frown but concealed it by hiding his face in your neck again, mentally berating himself for letting things get so out of hand. You were such a good friend to him. A reprieve from always being around Suguru. Someone that loved taking him out to different party scenes and hooking him up with different pretty women. Since Satoru met you, he hadn’t brought anyone else home. You hadn’t seen the inside of his four walls either, but he didn’t feel the need to bring some woman home to fuck when he now had you. Always ready. Always willing. Each time he knocked at your door, you were there, promptly — like you’d been waiting for him to come by.

Maybe things were perfect as they were. If they were slightly different now, then the lack of labels should’ve been relieving. And yet…that didn’t seem like the case. He was growing frustrated with the way things have become. Frustrated with his own feelings and frustrated with not knowing yours. You were so good at hiding away your real thoughts while he remained outspoken about his. He didn’t mind confronting what confused him, but you weren’t as willing. He understood but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Satoru…”

“Mm.”

“Why did you stop?”

He opened his eyes and breathed in the intoxicating floral scent stuck to your skin from using your favorite body wash earlier. For several moments, he stayed that way until you brought his face back in front of yours. A cute unsettled look on your face that he almost melted from.

“Is there more to this?” He outwardly asked, finally letting go of the headboard. He dipped a hand into the sheets near your head, grabbing a fistful as he awaited your answer.

Tilting your head to the side in wonder, you asked, “More…to this?”

“Yeah. Between us.”

“Oh.”

It should’ve made you jump out of the bed and run straight out of the apartment. Just run until your feet blistered. Far, far away from a man that you now saw for who he really was. Broken and only wanting to feel wanted.

What did you provide that he wasn’t able to get from anyone else? You cared for him like you cared for yourself. Sure, he was a bit annoying and over the top with everything but he was a good man. He deserved nothing shy of the best, and you were desperate to give that to him. Nothing less than you’ve given yourself, but you had to be honest. There was more to it.

Nanami was evidence of that.

— flashback.

“He’s coming over? Again? Tsk, that’s three nights in a row. I’m surprised.”

You were seated right across from him, thighs pressed together with a small cup of coffee tucked in between your delicate fingers. You took a slow slip, staring at the table in front of you.

Nanami had a leg crossed over the other, comfortably sitting back against his chair with tea in one hand and a piece of the cake he ordered in the other. He looked at you for a moment, wondering why you were still entertaining Satoru in this manner if you were a woman of class. Always claiming that you wouldn’t fall victim to Satoru’s charming ways and yet there you sat — another meeting with him tonight hanging over your head.

What was so special about Gojou Satoru? A man to be vehemently complexed and dangerously damaging to the mind, body and soul. Someone with a heart like yours did not need to be with a man like that. Someone unstable and unsure of what he wanted from life itself.

Nanami could see it. You were on such a narrow path that it couldn’t fit anyone else. It was one that you clearly needed to walk alone but Satoru found a way to make it a two person journey. He was someone that defeated all odds at all costs. Someone that, if he lost the game, he’d simply change it. He was the strongest sorcerer alive and yet…

You only saw weakness when you stood in front of him.

Satoru was a man that exercised all things of control and yet, he found you on top of him on multiple nights. Letting you do whatever it was you wanted because he was now under your control whether you’d realized that yet or not. Moments where you’d stare down at him like he was the only man you saw in your eyes. Staring back as if you were the only woman in his.

No one ever saw him like that. So vulnerably and miserably open the way he was with you. When he was around you, alone, his guard was down. He was sure that if you chose to attempt it, you had the power to destroy him once and for all. He was the strongest when he walked out of your door but inside of those four walls you called home — he was just a man. When he walked through your door, he kept his infinity down because there was no need to fear you. In that, when he fell asleep in your lap or on your couch while you cooked, it would’ve been easy to sink a blade through his neck or through his heart. Easy to end his life where he laid.

You had more power over him than anyone alive. It scared him but not more than his fear of you not feeling the same way as him.

And what feeling was that?

“I can’t explain it,” you mumbled, and set your cup down to lean back in your chair as well. “I want to leave him alone. I should leave him alone…so why can’t I?” Your eyes fell on customers that began walking in, a few couples that were holding hands. You felt a faint smile tug at the corner of your lips. “I just can’t seem to say no.” You scoffed, looking back at your friend. “As if I’d want to. When he comes to my door with that stupid grin on his face holding takeout and wine, the last thing I want to do is close the door in his face. I don’t ever plan on having sex with him. It just happens. We talk, we laugh and then by the time we’ve both finished our third glasses of wine, we’re already shoulder to shoulder. I don’t know…” You looked down at your lap, blinking in curiosity. “There’s something about him… Something I’m so drawn to…”

“The ability to share your pain with one another can become addicting,” Nanami commented, sighing. “It’s a beautiful thing at first. It feels similar to buying new clothes or getting a new phone. A new love interest, if you will. Overtime, that feeling gets lost in the shrouding mist of redundancy.” The confused look on your face made him smile as he sat his own drink down to give you a better explanation. “Two things end up happening. One, you’d end up getting bored of it. Bored of the feeling you’d become so attached to. And Two? Well…that addicting feeling goes away and gets stripped down to its real components. It becomes toxic; poisonous. If you have the guts to leave the person, you’d be able to see it for what it was when you were in it. It’s hard to see through a glass you’re on the other side of. Does that make sense?”

“Entirely.”

You understood what he was saying but that wasn’t how things were for you and Satoru. He didn’t run his mouth about his childhood days or anything but you recognized that it was bad enough to remain unspoken of. You knew that he had several responsibilities from being the strongest sorcerer in the world, and knew the pressures of keeping people safe because of it. His spunky personality was more for show than anything else. That wasn’t to say that he walked around in pain because he looked happy whenever he was around friends but you couldn’t imagine how he felt going home afterwards. Alone with his thoughts with no means to escape them.

He’d once told you that he didn’t sleep well when he stayed at his apartment. He’d stand in front of his bedroom window, staring out at the nightlife below with a glass of alcohol in hand. He said that it was to drown out the voices. To dull the numbing ache of reality that he was forced to wake up to every morning, if he was graced with any sleep at all.

Being a sorcerer meant that you had to understand that people could die. That you weren’t going to be able to save everyone. It was impossible but Satoru didn’t believe that. He believed he held the power to protect and save all innocent life, and whenever he failed at saving another — it ate away at him.

The higher ups only wanted to see him succeed. His clan made it their life’s mission to breathe down his neck in order to make sure that he did his job right, and it was a lot to carry on such narrow shoulders. Too much to expect out of just one man out of the entire world before him. Most of his time was spent in front of curses. It was a wonder how he hadn’t gone insane yet.

Maybe that was due to having good friends that he could trust around him. Without you and everyone else — there was no telling who he’d be by now.

In a way, you felt a sense of responsibility for him. Nothing unwanted, but something you voluntarily wanted to bear. A position that no one else had the ability to fulfill. Not the way you could.

The way you accepted him, and treated him with care. All things he’d missed out on as a child. Naturally, with his childhood stolen from him, he often appeared child-like. He knew when to be an adult but most of the time he was jokes and laughter. Sometimes he pulled a few pranks on Nanami for the hell of it. Throughout all of that, there was still a man in pain inside. A man that needed those things to get through the blurred days without losing his sanity in the midst of it all.

You were there for him. No matter what.

He couldn’t have been more grateful to have you in his life.

— present.

“I think…” What did you think? Was there more to what you had with him? There couldn’t be…but unexpectedly, was there?

“You don’t have to answer that,” he quickly intervened, which was followed by a low sigh, hoping to trash the topic as soon as it came. “Forget I said anything.”

“No,” your eyes held his, determined to talk about whatever was bothering him because it was clearly distracting him. “Let’s talk about it. I just don’t think it would be smart of us to start something from this. We’re supposed to be friends that sometimes fuck. Are you really starting to have real feelings for me, Satoru?”

“Are you?” He repeated, almost holding his breath for an answer he felt was going to be exactly what he didn’t want to hear.

You blinked, sitting in silence, trying to collect your thoughts because were you developing feelings for him? It was beginning to become clear as day that he held some for you and wanted to feel like you were also feeling something for him. That he wasn’t alone or delusional to think that liking you more than a friend was unwise. In order for things to work itself out, you had to be honest.

“I…I don’t know. Maybe?”

Was it idiotic to let yourself open up the way you were? He already found himself sleeping in your bed, bringing you food, calling and texting you almost every minute of each day, acting like your boyfriend. Would it have been wrong to allow him to stay? Make a home in your heart, entrusting your very soul to another man that had the ability to crush it at any given moment? If you didn’t allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let someone else in, how were you ever going to be happy?

Without even knowing it, you were like a hamster on a wheel. Constantly running, believing you’re getting somewhere when you’re only going in circles. Always on a moving train, regrettably missing your stop every single time. You were afraid. Too apprehensive to put your trust into another man. Especially someone so broken like you. What if he hurt you? Led you to believe his love was true only to catch you when you got down, and break your heart all over again?

In truth, if something did start between you and him, you had hopes of it working out. Even though there was a major part in you that didn’t want to let him in, you could see a future with him. Something solid and true. You couldn’t trick yourself into believing that you weren’t deserving of real love anymore. Not when you knew, deep down, that you were more than deserving of it. You were owed it for all the heartbreaking years of being with a man that never saw you for more than what he felt you were worth. There was more to you than meets the eye and Satoru saw it. He saw you, and maybe that was what scared you the most.

That he was able to see into the very essence of what made you who you were, and wasn’t scared. Wasn’t too afraid to reach you and take that part of you into his arms, telling you that it was okay. He made you feel warm. That it was safe to fall for him, and maybe it was. Maybe you’d been deluding yourself to believe that he wasn’t made for you. That you were in his life to help him heal and move on. To find a way to live his life authentically and happily. A pawn in his success to happiness. Were you? Or were you meant to remain a part of his life but as something more than just his supportive friend? There was only one way you were going to be able to find out, and that was through trusting him.

To trust him to not let you fall.

“Maybe, huh…” he said under his breath, looking off to the side with a deep look on his face. As if the wheels were turning in his head, trying to make sense of your response. “Wanna know what I think?”

“I do, actually.”

“I think,” he looked back at you, smiling. “I think that you do have feelings for me. Maybe it’s safer for you to pretend as if you don’t or that you’re still figuring things out for yourself but I can see it. You’re scared of being vulnerable but, can I tell you that I was too?” He pushed some of your hair back from your face, sighing. “I’ve always been too scared to let someone in and it’s made me unhappy. It made me realize what I’m missing out on. I don’t want to go much longer without it, so that’s why I’m telling you how I feel now. If not, I’d only regret it.”

You understood what he was saying and it was a slight shock because you’d once believed that he wasn’t capable of feeling something strong for anyone else but himself. Not in an egotistical way but as a coping mechanism. To protect himself from anyone meant to do him harm. It would’ve been well within his rights to do so but it would’ve been damaging to himself. Finding out that he was willing to put himself out there, becoming more vulnerable around you than he already was — it meant something and maybe it was time you stopped ignoring it.

This entire time, he was the one making the obvious efforts in an attempt to get you to see his feelings for you. The sudden lack of calling and texting were sure signs of it. He’d been trying to distance himself from you to save his own feelings, but here he was, letting that all go. Risking his heart in hopes that you’d return the feelings.

What were you going to do?

“Satoru, I’m afraid,” you told him in a shaky whisper, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m afraid that you’re going to hurt me.”

He quickly took your face into his warm hands, looking into your sorrowful eyes, “I know, baby, I know, but you’re gonna have to trust me. I’m willing to trust you. We’ve both got a past. We just have to overcome it and I’d rather do it with than without you.” He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I just need you to let me in. Let me show you that I can take care of you. Please.”

There were reasons to believe that he wasn’t going to make good on his foreshadowed promises, but there were also reasons to believe that he was going to do just that. Take care of you and your fragile heart. That he wasn’t going to be like the last guy and treat you worse than dirt, but love you like you were always meant to be loved. He had just as much to lose as you and maybe that was why you chose to give it a shot.

“Okay.”

With a small gasp, he pulled back and stared at you with wide eyes. “Okay?” The excited tone to his voice made you smile as you rolled your eyes, nodding. He bit his lip to keep from smiling back, but he couldn’t help it. He kissed you and laughed, “So you’re my girlfriend now?”

You giggled, wanting nothing more than to hide your face. “I mean…yeah?”

Satoru cupped your face into his hands again, your skin melting against his gentle touch. His beautiful eyes held yours captive, face visibly flushed from the rush of emotions within him. His heart rattled against the cage of his chest, desperate to jump over the ledge and fall into the depths of your awaiting hands.

It felt like a millennia waiting for you to give him a yes, but an eternity for you to realize that he deserved a chance just like everyone else. You needed to be open to the possibility that maybe he didn’t waltz into your life to hurt you. Maybe he came to show you that good people still existed. He wasn’t perfect by any means but who was? Satoru came into your life for a reason and it was imperative that you gave him the chance to show you why he was there. Even if a relationship ended up not working out between you two, it was best to try and see what did. If a friendship awaited you two at the end, then didn’t you want to stay and find out?

In his eyes, you saw a man that longed to be loved, understood, cared for and given a chance. He wasn’t looked at as a human being by most in the jujutsu society. They saw him as the chosen one; powerful and born to stop all evil that flooded the streets of Japan. He was raised as a weapon. Never knew what a proper childhood was like. His life was stolen from him; it was no wonder he’d lost hope.

Until he met you.

You gave him reason. Gave him hope. Hope that his story is still unwritten. That there was more to come. That at the end, there weren't any credits but a sequel.

Gojou Satoru met you and found his new purpose. A reason to keep going because he wasn’t done living. He needed to stay because you existed, and became his world. He found you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. He needed to protect you, protect his treasure; protect his purpose because without you…he was no one. As much as you were his kryptonite, you were also his heroine.

He was drawn to you like a magnet. Your touch, your smell, your lingering perfume that clung to his clothing after a night of just holding you — those were the things that he held onto whenever he went back to his place. However, they faded after a day or so. He was forced to find you again, repeating the process because you helped him stay sane in this insane world of his. When you weren’t around, he needed to have a piece of you to anchor himself because he’d lose sight of his purpose.

The days could drag on, agonizing him to his limits but seeing you—seeing you made it all better. He was himself again and hated it when he had to go back home and look in the bathroom mirror after a long hot shower, watching his tormented expression stare back at him.

But now that you were officially his, there was nothing standing in his way. He could stop holding his breath and breathe. Take in your intoxicating fragrance again and again, and memorize it. Keep it with him at all times by not letting you out of his sight unless he truly had to. Not for too long or he’d come and find you again because you were his drug, so very addicting. Too painfully aware that one day, you might not be good for him anymore. That his possessive need to keep you close to him would become an obsession. If he wasn’t careful, he’d watch you slip through his fingers, but no. He couldn’t think about those things right now. Absolutely not.

You agreed to become his girlfriend. You were his now.

That was all that mattered.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes glistening with tears as he tried holding them back.

Your face softened immediately, holding his wrists gently, “What are you thanking me for?”

The air was still.

You blinked and watched as he dropped the last wall he still had up, ultimately letting you in, completely.

“Loving me.”

You were sure that nothing in this godforsaken world was better than kissing Satoru, the strongest man alive. How he made a simple kiss feel like your one and only hope to true salvation. How he enveloped not just your mouth but your body, your entire being into himself, shrouding your soul with warmth and a promise to keep you safe. That you could depend on him like he was going to learn to trust and depend on you. How he cradled your face like delicate porcelain, sliding his tongue over yours, sighing into the kiss that he never wanted to end.

Unfortunately, you had to breathe and pulled back, but he wasn’t done with you.

Not even close.

He wrapped his arms around you and turned over, switching your positions so that you were now on top of him, his hands at your hips, dangerously close to your thighs that begged to be touched; held.

Through his pale lashes, he stared at you, sweeping his eyes across your naked form that sat deliciously in front of him, waiting for his next move. Devouring the sight of you in silence made you feel anxious, pressing the plush tips of your fingers against his chest as you sat, staring back at him. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt one of his hands move inward, between your thighs, towards the source of heat he could feel.

He wore a growing smirk, intently focused on your twitching thighs, ears not missing the diminutive shy sounds that tried to sneak through your shaky breaths. Once he reached his destination, he couldn’t help but soak in the pleasurable look on your face as he pressed two of his slender fingers against the spot you needed him most.

“Satoru,” you moaned quietly under your breath, pleading him with your eyes not to tease you this way.

He chuckled with casual raised brows, head tilted a bit to the side, “Awh, come on. You always have so much to say. What happened to all of that?”

He was clearly torturing you. How mean he could be.

The pulsing at your core felt unbearable. If he was going to treat you with a bit of disrespect, then he’d need to remember that when you got on top — he didn’t have control anymore.

You did.

“You’re not being very nice.”

The steady tone of your voice wiped away the smile on his face as you wrapped a hand around his throat, pulling his attention away from your clit.

His eyes fluttered with surprise, hands gripping onto your legs to steady himself as he felt you slide back, brushing against his length that was now in between your wet folds. He groaned deeply, squeezing his eyes shut, holding himself back from embarrassing himself by creaming the outside of your pretty cunt. It was like sprinting towards the edge of a cliff and being forced to stop just before soaring to his death.

His dick twitched. With your weight on him, moving your hips agonizingly slowly, up, down and over the head of his cock like that — he was bound to lose his mind. He wanted nothing more than to impale you on his length and fuck you with nothing on his mind than showing you who was really in control here, no matter that you were now on top. However, with your hand on his throat, bullying his cock with your teasing hip rolls, he was completely at your mercy.

Good.

Because he was.

You leaned down, lips brushing his with a taunting smile, “Ohh, come now ‘Toru. You always have so much to say,” his breathing picked up, eyeing you down with nothing but want in his eyes. “What happened to all of that?”

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking in the process as his fingers dipped into your skin with desperation. “I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me please.”

“Mmm,” you cooed teasingly, grinding down harder against his pathetic cock that laid against his lower abdomen, pretty tip an angry red from the lack of real attention. “But do you deserve it?”

Of course he didn’t but that didn’t mean he was going to say that out loud. He was willing to say whatever you wanted him to just to get his dick wet and either way — you were going to give it to him because seeing him whine and beg was one thing, but actually giving him what he wanted was what you found to be the most fun.

His feet were planted into the mattress, hips daring to move up just to get more of that friction that you were unfairly denying him of. Oh how he wanted to just use your body until he was satisfied, filling your pretty pussy up again and again, ignoring your wants and needs just as you were ignoring his own. Did you deserve it? That question applied just as much to you as it did him. And did it matter?

His cock slid in between your puffy folds, willing to cum just from grinding up against you. Your eyes bored into his, curiously watching your boyfriend surrender to the desperate struggle that was now forced upon him. His hands flew to your hips, tugging you down each time the head of his cock disappeared into the warmth of your cunt. The low grunts that spilled from his lips made your body tingle, but you didn’t make a move to stop him.

Not yet.

“I’m g-gonna cum just like this,” he groaned out, forcing himself to stare down at the way your pretty pussy was now shiny with his pre and your arousal, a dangerous mix. “Fuck.”

“Satoruuu,” you sang in a light tone, quickly grabbing his attention again. “You would rather cum like this than inside of me?” Your face pulled into a fake pout, one he only saw as real through his lust blinded eyes. “That makes me a bit sad.”

If you’d stayed silent any longer, he would’ve thought about using your thighs or your tits to cum. You were being so rude a moment ago, he would’ve had no choice. Now you were offering him what he’d wanted the entire time. Your generosity always did come with a price. He couldn’t think of what that was going to be. Like he was really able to think at all at this point.

When you moved to hover over his twitching dick, blue irises flickered up between himself and you, skin itching and fingers prickling with anticipation.

“Please,” he looked at you again, obediently lying there awaiting your next move.

A smile found its way to your lips as you wrapped a soft hand around his length, directing the slick covered tip towards your sweet cunt, teasing him a few times by purposely missing the mark just to hear his breath hitch between attempts. His fingers curled around the sheets of the bed underneath him, eyes almost glossy with frustrated tears until he felt the kiss of warmth that came from you finally sinking down, little by little, onto him.

His moan was louder than yours, face twisted up in such a mesmerizing sight. Now that you didn’t need to hold him while letting him stretch you open, you chose to witness the way he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, letting the blood rush to his neck and covering the skin in blots of red. His skin was beginning to glint with sweat, face flushing and chest heaving with long low breaths. He looked so pretty underneath you.

You couldn’t wait to ruin him.

Once he was fully swallowed whole, you slid your hands up his abdomen to his chest, lightly tweaking at his neglected pink nipples, giggling at the way he shook under your touch. His eyes were closed now, deciding to let his other senses take over. He felt you move up, pitifully slow, before you dropped back down, causing him to cough out a broken moan.

Now you were just torturing him.

“Before you say ‘please’ again, know that I’m still in control. Therefore, I’m allowed to do whatever I please,” your cheeky smile made him sigh, hands taking refuge back at your hips to ground his shattering existence from sinking right into the mattress from the feel of your tight, beautifully silk, walls wrapped so deliciously around him. He’d give up just about anything to keep you right where you were. It was a feeling he’d die for.

“Then I won’t say anything,” Satoru replied, hazy blue eyes focusing on you, “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Your heart was likely to jump out of your chest from the way he was looking at you. Like you were his diamond in the midst of endless fields of sand. The brightest star in the sky and the warmest sun in the galaxy. His gaze was unwavering, and it almost made you want to look away. He was probably unaware of the amount of power that he held over you. You were never someone to be too vocal about your affection for him. Not for any particular reason other than being too scared to love another man. Especially him.

You knew how busy he could get. What his schedule was like. How dangerous his job was, and how willing he was to risk his life doing it. How, if he left one morning, there was no guarantee he’d come back the following evening. There was no doubt that he was strong enough to hold his own and protect other people but he could also be a bit reckless when he fought and sometimes, that scared you. Sometimes you couldn’t go with him on some missions, so he had to go alone and you were left wondering if he’d even come back.

Worrying about such things would’ve only drove you up a wall so you tried to force those thoughts back down from where they came. Focusing back on the task at hand.

He was your boyfriend now. It wasn’t weird to worry or scold him for things. You now had the right to tell him what was on your mind, no matter what it was about. It was strange, though. Calling him your boyfriend. You two worked so well as friends that now being a couple, you wondered how you were supposed to act around him. What was meant to change or not change?

Suddenly, you felt a slap across your bottom and you blinked, looking back down at him. Satoru had a frown on his face and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Are you overthinking again?”

You were forced to tell the truth. Wasn’t that the key to a successful relationship?

Another blink and you began to smile, dropping your eyes down to your hands on his chest. “Maybe…but I was just thinking about a few things. Nothing to talk about, really.”

“I would love to sit and talk about whatever it is that keeps grabbing at your attention, but can we do that after this?” There was a faint lopsided smile on his face now, hands already moving up your sides, thumbing at your soft skin. “I just really need you to be focused and here with me. Can you do that?”

“Can I do that?” You mused, playing with his nipples again. He twitched under your touch in response, eyes almost closing. “Of course I can. You’re so needy, you know that?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer when you began rocking your hips again, stalling it right on his tongue as he watched your tits bounce from the motion in front of him. Ultimately became distracted, attaching his lips around one of your neglected nipples. Your hands moved into his soft hair and gripped a handful of it, pushing your chest into his face to let him know to not stop.

Satoru’s thighs twitched against the curve of your ass until they began to shake when you shifted to leaning back, bringing your legs up. You planted your hands on his legs and used them for leverage, lifting yourself up and down on his cock, keeping your eyes on him. His eyebrows were pressed together, chest heaving and eyes fixated on the way your cunt slid along his length with ease. The only sounds that filled the room were your breathy moans and his whiny pleas that fell upon deaf ears as you kept at it until you began to feel your thighs burn.

“Can’t cum like this,” he mumbled, almost missing it over the sound of skin slapping against skin, from each time you sunk down on his cock. “Wanna see you. We need…ah…to switch.”

When you slid back down, you stilled and tried catching your breath. Pushing your body forward again and falling flat against his chest, you felt his upper body vibrate, getting your attention.

He was laughing.

You rose your head at him in curiosity to find a curve at his lips. As drowsy as he looked, you knew that he wasn’t there yet and neither were you.

“Tired?“ he asked, and you graced him with a small nod, eyes falling shut when you felt his lips against the middle of your forehead. A squeak slipped past yours when you felt his hand move across your ass. “Good,” he smirked, “Now it’s my turn.”

Your positions were once again flipped but this time, he settled for turning you on your side, your back meeting his chest. One of his arms snaked across your middle to settle a hand around your waist.

“You always choose the more intimate positions don’t you?”

His deep chuckle against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine, feeling his lips move against your warm skin.

“You know me so well.”

He didn’t have to spread you open to push himself back in because you did it for him. You tossed a leg over his bent one, parting yourself with nothing but impatience to feel him back inside. He didn’t waste any time pressing the head of his cock past your pretty folds, groaning out into your neck, wanting nothing more than to be back in you as well. Clenching onto him the minute he invaded your cunt, it almost sent him over the edge.

“If you knew what you felt like being wrapped around me like this,” he breathed near your ear again, smirking lazily. “You’d lose your mind too.”

Slightly, you turned your head so that you were able to see him, meeting his hazy blues. “Are you gonna fuck me or would you rather talk for the next 10 minutes?”

His frown made the butterflies in your stomach stir because you knew what provoking him entailed. There was going to be no more talking. Just the sounds of him fucking you to completion and your gratifying moans to translate how good it felt and how close you were getting.

He snapped his hips forward, jolting yours in the process. He repeated that until he met a comfortable pace, burying his face into your neck once more and letting himself get lost in everything that made you, you. The way you tried to conceal your shaky moans, too afraid of being too loud for the neighbors to hear and how your plump ass bounced against him with each thrust he made. The way your curves fit against him just right, like your body was made for him. How you curled a hand around the arm he had around your midsection, desperately wanting to use him to keep yourself anchored to this world. To him.

Everything about you drove him insane and even when you’d finally given yourself to him — every single part of you — he still couldn’t get enough. He needed more of you. He wanted to push his body into yours until he was able to combine your souls into one. Claim your entire essence and being as his, marked forever as the one that saved him from himself. You were his beaming light amongst the black ocean of his heart. Where he was drowning in his inescapable hell, you saw him and pulled him out of it all. How else could he thank you? Being your perfect imperfect boyfriend didn’t seem like enough. He wished to pull the stars down from the night sky and hand them all to you because you deserve something no one on earth could give you. Something only he was capable of giving you.

What was that? What was the very thing he could give you that no one else could? Something he hadn’t already given you?

It had to be a proclamation. He knew of your past with the other men you tried dating and knew none ever worked out because he was in your life now. You were never appreciated the way you should’ve been nor were you given the time that you deserved. You were unlike anyone on earth and yet — you were never treated as such. You deserved more than the petty “i like you’s” and “maybe you’re the one for me” because Satoru was there, desperate to show you that he felt more than that. He was a real man that knew what he wanted, and he wanted you.

Satoru couldn’t stomach the thought of you moving on to someone else. He hated the thought of leaving you behind for an assignment without a way for you to let people know that you were no longer available in any sort of way. Granted, nothing could stop someone from hitting on you no matter how apparent your relationship status was, but you’d best believe he was going to do his best.

And he knew exactly how to do it.

“Marry me.”

Unconditional love from a man that was oh so clearly written in the stars for you. A man that finally found his way to you and wanted nothing more than to make you completely his.

Your breath quickly got caught in your throat, trying to stop your head from spinning to make sure you’d heard him right.

“Satoru…” your eyes landed on him again, but his face was still hidden within the depths of your cozy neck. He kissed your skin with gentleness but continued to fuck you like he was on a mission. A possessive one. You held your moans back to fully connect with the sudden sprout of conversation. “What are you on about? Marry you? Is that what you said?“

His eyebrows furrowed, arm pulling you infinitely closer to his own body, ears blooming red. “Yeah…Marry me.“

“Hey,” you maneuvered to where he was forced to look at you, clearly embarrassed by what he feared your answer was going to be. It didn’t seem like it was going to be good. “What’s the matter? Why are you springing this up right…right now?” You stuttered out, wishing he’d stop for just a second so you could understand what this was all about.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…” he looked into your eyes and felt like he was nearing a sharp cliff except, instead of being scared like he usually would’ve been, he was ready to leap right off of it. Arms out and ready to fall into yours. Ready to give you what no one else ever did. “I love you. Like…I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widened. “I just need you to be mine in every way possible.” His head dipped back down, trying to shy away from the shocked look you were giving him. “Wanna skip this boyfriend-girlfriend bullshit and just put a ring on your finger already.” He finally stopped moving his hips and smiled, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “Just marry me, will ya’? We’ve known each other for a really long time. What’s skipping a few more chapters gonna do?”

“I…” You’d only just gotten used to being in an official relationship with him and now he was proposing to you? It was fast. Too fast, in fact, and again — you were the logical thinker between the two of you. He clearly didn’t like using his head. Was more fond of letting his heart do the deciding instead. Making such a lifelong decision wasn’t an easy one. Boyfriends in the past were merely flings on a flimsy promise of there one day being something more. You’d never met anyone that loved you the way Satoru was prepared to. A ring was materialistic but a promise to love you and only you for a lifetime — it was forever. The kind of promise that you couldn’t break no matter what. You viewed marriage as something sacred and long lasting. Not something done from a whim but because you’d fallen in love, and needed a bigger more real promise to keep that love alive.

You were prepared to deal with the fact that, one day, Satoru wouldn’t come home from a mission. As his girlfriend, it would’ve made things easier to handle but as his wife — that was asking for a little bit more. You were meant to love him above all else and place him in the most special part of your heart. A part so fragile, so small, so naked and vulnerable — a place not even seen by the bare eye or the best microscope in the world. A place reserved for that lifelong partner you were meant to die alongside with. You weren’t sure if you were ready to open that place inside of you just yet but truth is, were you ever going to be ready?

Falling in love was risky. It wasn’t about being ready. It was about everything that came with loving someone completely. Till death do you part.

But like a logical thinker, you tried to balance the stakes and whims that came from making such an important decision when that was exactly where you kept failing. Love…was risky. It wasn’t something you could predict or follow. Love was reckless; perilous even. You’d fallen into its trap and now you were finally being put to the test.

What was your answer?

“I…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said, feeling regretful. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I mean,” he sighed, “it’s too fast anyway. I asked you to be my girlfriend and now I’ve asked you to be my wife.” He dryly laughed, wanting to just disappear from the room altogether. “I can’t help but make a fool of myself I guess.“

“Yes.“

He stopped rambling and stared at you, almost feeling the air still around him. “Yes…what?”

When you started to move around, Satoru pulled out of you and let you turn to face him, his breath hitching at finally being able to see your face the right way. Your hand fell softly onto his cheek giving him a reassuring smile, heart racing within your chest.

What was your answer?

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

His bottom lip quivered and you couldn’t fight back a giggle watching a tear gather in one of his eyes, wasting no time tumbling across his cheek and onto the pillow he was laying on.

“You…you mean it? You’re saying yes? You wanna marry me?”

“Yes silly,” you pecked his lips, pulling at the fat of his cheek. “I will marry you…on one condition.”

His crystal blue eyes sparkled with excitement, arms already finding their places around you, pulling you against him.

“Anything, baby. Anything you want.”

You licked your lips before releasing a small breath, “You have to sell your penthouse. As your wife, I would like for us to live in a real home. A home that we can call ours with enough rooms…for our future…kids?” You let the question hang in the air, hoping it was something he wanted too. For as long as you’d known him, he always seemed to stay in very luxurious apartments. With him also being a sorcerer, he barely lived in any of them. You knew that part wasn’t going to change much if any, but a home was something you weren’t really willing to compromise on. His penthouse was surely nice, even though you hadn’t seen it, but as a married couple — it made more sense to build a life together in a bigger home with a nice yard. Maybe with a dog too. Or a cat.

Satoru gave you a flat look, almost surprised by your response.

“Is that it?”

Your face flushed with heat, fidgeting in his arms, “I mean yeah, uh… I was thinking that was going to be something I’d have to fight for since you’ve only lived in apartments. Sure it’s a pretty big change for you, right?”

He hummed and kissed your nose, eyes capturing yours, “Mmm, you’re right. It will be. I mean, having a real girlfriend was a major change but now a fiancé, future wife? With a nice big house? Kids? Hmm,” you giggled again as he looked thoughtful, holding you close to him. “I think it’ll feel like a new life, honestly. So yeah. Pretty big change but I’m ready for it. Ready to be your husband. God, I just realized something.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling warmly, “Uh oh. That’s never good.“

His broad shoulders shook with laughter, “Relax,” he whined. “I realized that I’ll get to make sweet love to you all the time now.” He smirked, pecking your lips once, twice and another. “Feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“Maybe,” you bit into your lip, letting your nails scratch along the upper part of his back, feeling his hands circle at yours. “-–we should start that lifelong journey right now. Let tonight be our first of many, yeah?”

“Your brain is just so sexy,” he dove down to your neck, biting and nipping at a few places he knew were your weak spots. Your back arched against his hands, letting out a small moan. “Kinda like the way you think, pretty.” He moved his lips to your ear, grinning devilishly. “Maybe I’ll do you one better and put a baby in you right now.”

You gasped but before you would have responded, you were turned back over onto your back just like you two started the night out, and watched your hungry fiancé hover on top of you. He used one of his hands to grip at the headboard once more, and peered down at you with dark blues and a conniving smile.

“Ready to be a mommy, baby? Because quite frankly, with how hard I’ve been for the past 20 minutes,” he used his free hand to lift one of your legs up and on his shoulder, kissing at your calf without cutting eye contact. “I definitely won’t be able to pull out.“

You let your hands travel up his toned abdomen, up and over his chest and back down, fingertips teasing the head of his cock. His eyebrows creased together as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His face was once again flushed and so was his tip, glistening and aching to be touched or inside of you again.

“Then how about you don’t,” you replied and his eyes were instantly back on you.

“You mean…”

You smiled, “We’re going to be married soon anyway, and I have faith you’d make a pretty decent dad. Wouldn’t you agree?“

His dick twitched against the palm of your hand. To you, it almost looked like he was salivating and touched at the same time. It was cute.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Satoru mumbled before he bent down and closed his mouth on yours, groaning as he lined himself back up to your cunt, wasting no time pushing himself back in.

And like a missing puzzle piece, he fit perfectly.

With your nails dug deep into his muscled back and his lips on yours, cock so deep it was like he was bullying your pretty pussy to open back up for him — you felt like you were floating on cloud nine. Even though he held the headboard tight in his hand, it kept slipping and hitting the wall each time he slammed his hips into yours. Neither of you paid any mind to it and eventually, somewhere in the midst of it all, he ditched the effort and focused on you. He chased his high and snuck a hand down to your sensitive nub, giving it quick circles that had you moaning so loud, you were almost positive you were going to get an eviction notice this time from the noise.

“Gettin’ close pretty girl?” Satoru said against your lips, smirking at the way you couldn’t keep your mouth closed even when it counted the most.

“Uhuh–,” you indulged him, unable to form any actual words at the moment.

The headboard thudded loudly against the wall the faster he went and soon, he felt his balls tighten up, finally releasing his load into your fertile cunt, feeling you squeeze around him with a grip as tight as a rope. Burying your face in his neck as he did with you, you kept yours legs wrapped tightly around him as you panted and whimpered. You shook in his arms, walls fluttering around his cock. He held you tightly, kissing at your slightly damp skin, rocking his hips slowly to ride out both of your orgasms.

After a few quiet moments, he pulled out of you and kissed your thighs before moving off of the bed, telling you that he’d be right back. You didn’t miss him for long when he padded back into the room with a warm, clean towel.

“Not like I wanna do anything but push all of this back into you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable so let’s get you cleaned up shall we?”

Your little smile made his heart skip a tiny beat as he moved the cloth across your inner thighs towards puffy folds. He chuckled, watching your legs twitch with each soft touch.

He continued to clean you up in a quiet atmosphere, listening to just your breathing and the way the wind outside howled against the tall windows. The silence almost lulled you to sleep until you felt a pat against one of your legs, causing your eyes to fully open again.

Satoru greeted you with a small smile, “Done.” He shifted back off of bed and pointed a finger at you as he walked away. “Don’t go fallin’ asleep on me. Not until I come back to join you, yeah?”

Your lips formed into a cute pout, bringing a pillow over to hug against your chest as you moved to lay on your side.

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry and come back or you will find me asleep.”

“Ughhh. Alright, alright,” he groaned out like a child as he sulked out of the room, borderline speed walking to hurry back like you told him to.

The bed was so cozy and the sheets felt so warm. It was almost enough to force you to sleep, but you tried your best to stay conscious long enough to hear his footsteps come down the hall. Your face was pushed into the pillow that you were still hugging, so you didn’t see him walk in but heard him. Then you felt the bed dip down in a few places until you felt the heat from his body against your back, and muscled arms encircling you. He pulled you back until you were flush against his chest, his nose finding purchase against the nape of your neck.

His warm breath fanned across your skin creating little goosebumps.

“Still awake?”

“Mm.”

You felt his lips stretch into a smile. “Good.” He tightened his hold on you and closed his eyes. “I really meant it by the way.”

“Meant what?”

He was quiet for a moment. You almost wondered if he had actually fallen asleep on you when you heard him inhale softly.

“That I’m in love with you.”

A smile tried to form but you bit it back, squeezing the pillow in your arms. You could feel your heart begin to race and tried to calm it down enough to give him a decent response back.

“Well…I think you’ll find it a little surprising that I also feel the same way.”

“You’d better,” he grunted, kissing your neck. “I’d be pretty sad if you didn’t. Kinda proposed to you and everything. Would’ve sucked.”

You giggled. “Yeah, it would’ve.”

“My wife…” he said under his breath but you heard him nonetheless. “Now that’s got a ring to it. No pun intended.”

Your silvery laugh made him cough out a chuckle, hiding his face in your back, spreading small kisses along your shoulder.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

He smirked before humming, “Mmm, think I’ve been told that once or twice by a pretty lady before. Wait a second…I think I know this pretty lady.”

“Satoruuuu,” you whined, pushing your face further into the pillow, smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Babyyy,” he drew out, clearly teasing you.

Then the two of you heard a faint knocking at the door. Your head popped up, trying to make sure it was a knock you heard. Then it happened again and you looked over your shoulder at Satoru who was already looking at the bedroom doorway, an eyebrow raised.

“Who is that?” You asked, but before Satoru had the chance to say anything, you heard a familiar voice yelling outside your door.

“I know you two are still in there! Just know I’m going to the office tomorrow to file my final complaint on you two horny fuckers! Pack your bags because I am making damn sure you’re out of here by next month! Better fuckin’ believe it!”

After a few very quiet moments, you heard your neighbors front door slam closed and when you made eye contact with Satoru again, both of you bursted out into a fit of giggles.

It was a good thing you and him were going to be looking for houses soon. There was no way you were going to be able to fight to keep your lease after tonight.

Satoru pulled you into his arms so that you were now facing him and kissed all over your face, not missing a single spot.

“Love you.”

You smiled and breathed in the faint hint of cologne that was still stuck to his skin, “Love you more.”

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5 months ago

ೀ spoiled. ( part one )

📞🕯️🎀 ₊˚⊹♡ “ baby , can you call me back ? i miss you … it’s so lonely in my mansion … “ 🧸🪽🍬

pairing: ellie williams x rich fem!reader

synopsis: the mansion you live in is getting too cold , the silence is way too silent , and not even reruns of sex & the city can help … long story short , you’re feeling lonely . wonder if you can think of someone in your contacts that can help and warm you up , a certain classmate perhaps ?

warnings: girly reader , kind of desperate loser ellie , bratty spoiled rich reader so don't read if that annoys you , allusion to smut , actual smut will be in the second chapter , this is dirty so mdni as usual !

an: i wrote this such a long time ago and it wasn't supposed to be two parts but well now it is !! i will start writing the second part if u guys want to so don't be shy in my inbox. not proofread unfortunately ♡

A perfectly manicured hand rests on the fluffy white and silky smooth duvet. the Egyptian cotton, to be exact, is nothing but lavish, a sanctuary of indulgence in the realm of your own private luxury. Then, you tap your nails atop it, and the fabric crinkles. You gently sigh, but it's more so a grumble, and reach over for the ‘Dunkin’ cup standing on your wooden bedside table. It perfectly matches every single one of the furniture in your extravaganza of a walk in closet, and the bed-frame as well. You take a slow, indulgent sip out of the icy cold drink, take an ice cube out with a straw, and gently suckle on it. You place the drink back on the table, shifting your gaze back over to the flat screen television.

Carrie forgave Mr. Big again, and now she’s seen frantically pacing around the streets of New York City in her shiny Manolo Blahniks. You arch your brows, humming in high pitched amusement. you have the exact same pair!

Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda always seem to bring you a sense of comfort. Usually, your bed brings you a sense of comfort as well, and so does an icy drink with specifically eight cubes of ice. Your room smells like French vanilla, a tinge of cinnamon, and the sweetest pie you’ve never learned how to bake. Most of the time, you’d bask in the scent and feel nice, and cosy, and your nose would scrunch and your nostrils would flare out, then you’d open your favorite food delivery app and order a nice ol’ package of nine chocolate chip cookies. Then, you’d pop open a bottle of champagne and indulge yourself in the sweets deliciousness.

But your appetite is less existent than snow in the middle of August.

You’re also freezing cold, fuzzy socks and all — goosebumps rising on your skin and feeling sharp like Japanese knives.

Your best friend of a white home cat, Toodle, elegantly extends his supple frame, his lithe form gracefully ascending to nestle within the cradle of your neck. His bell gently dingles, he yawns and mellifluously meows. Right now, it sounds more like an old mans groan.

“I know, Toots… m’bored too. And cold, Jesus…” you mutter towards Toodles, who, in his usual aloof manner, closes his eyes and surrenders to the soothing hum of his purring. You puff some air out of your mouth, brain wheels turning as to find out what’s the cause of this blue mood. The air conditioning is completely turned off, you’re sure of it, and the fireplace crackles with warmth. Your entire moisturized body is covered up by a ridiculously expensive thick blanket, and it’s not the short VS nightie that makes you feel freezing, you’re convinced of that. For some reason, the frosty sensation persists. You smack your lip-glossed lips before bumping your head against your mountain of pillows, emitting a low grunt of exasperation.

You don’t know the reason for your boredom, or for this bum mood, because albeit you’ve seen this episode about a gazillion times, it never fails to entertain the shit out of your brain.

Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re entirely alone (except for Toddles, of course, can't forget him) in a 10,000 square feet mansion. or perhaps it’s because the only lit room inside the mansion is your own.

But then you roll your eyes, because your parents are always away (at St. Tropez this time), so feeling alone isn’t a new and strange concept.

Alas, being alone isn’t the same as being lonely.

Your face twists at the depressing thought, ew. You’re not lonely, just… bored, and unamused, and the icy drink isn’t sweet enough and Carrie’s getting on your last nerve, and the 1,000 dollar blanket is starting to itch the hell out of your hyper-sensitive skin.

Which is why you get up from the bed in a moment of eureka, landing your feet against the fuzzy carpet and slide them into your Ugg’s. “Uh huh!” you chirp, you finally got it.

You’re experiencing an old friend of a feeling called (drumroll…) — anxiety, over your unfinished chem project! It must have masked itself in the form of frigidness and discomfort and loneliness.

But the project isn’t even due till next week, and you rarely get stressed over college stuff unless they’re due the next day and you’re sitting, staring down at your laptop screen, trying to communicate with it through telepathy or something of that sort.

Somaybeit’snotanxiety and maybeyou’rejustloney.

You shake away that uneasy and irritating thought, and sit your pretty butt down on the rolling chair. You click your shiny glittery pen (that always sheds some glitter onto your hand) and open up the thick as brick textbook.

You read the first question out loud.

The correct formula for aluminum nitrate is…

Valentino’s Lòco Toile Iconographe shoulder bag in hot pink?

Nope.

You shake your head, you have got to focus. You place your chin atop your palm and click the pen once more.

Al(NO2)3? or maybe it’s Al(NO3)3…

or maybe you’re so far off you need to close the book shut and throw it out of the window. You’ve always sucked at chemistry.

Which is why you were assigned to be tutored by that auburn haired, green eyed, slightly sullen, tatted up girl who went by "Ellie" — or "El", but you didn't know her like that.

Ellie, is the one who stuttered out your name as she realized you weren’t paying attention to her tutoring, as you had your gaze fixated on the black ink etched on her forearm, a half-covered flannel and a canvas of delicate veins. A bug, adorned with intricate botanical details, unfurled its wings across her skin.

“S’uh… A moth, with ferns around it n’stuff. It’s kind of faded now though”

Her voice was raspy and husky, and she stuttered out your name. Usually, you’d hate it when people got nervous around you. It made you feel odd, ostracized, and you always insisted — you were so damn sweet, there’s nothing to be nervous about. You wore sweet perfume, sweet as goddamn cherries and cupcakes, and your voice was soft and you always smiled brightly, and so what if your purse cost more than a college tuition?

But her nerves didn’t annoy you. In fact, you found them charming, and you found her sweet. You found that all of her “Uhhh” ‘s, and her “Mhhm” ‘s, all of her stammering and her lack of ability to keep eye contact with you to be… infatuating.

Then there was that rich voice, and those eyes, that smile, those hands, those damn toned arms, those biceps and the haircut, the way two short strands of hair always framed her face perfectly and her scent — that you could tell was just a cheap cologne, but mixed with her unique fragrance, proved nothing short of intoxicating.

It was also the fact that she seemed to damn know everything — and that she was always ahead of you, and that her face always bore that coy little smirk when you got a question wrong (which you seemed to get more often than not), and that she would grab your Swarovski pen out of your hand and scribble down the answer for you, just to explain it in detail later.

The way she licked over her bottom lip and bit as wrote down.

With her long fingers and all.

When she spoke, her breath smelled of mint and the faintest tinge of weed, which made you think of how lovely it must be to be able to transform into a damn joint just so she could place you in her mouth and suck —

now you’re sticky, and god now you really are distracted, and not by a cute purse or the sound of rain pouring down on your window. Toodles stretches his tiny limbs and you hear his bell faintly dingle again. He climbs down from your princess bed and jumps up to sit at your lap. You caress down his white fur and he purrs.

You wonder if Ellie likes cats.

You know she likes pussy.

You have got to get a grip.

You massage your temples, attempting to focus on the written down questions again, but the words and the numbers seem to mix into a cacophony of odd symbols and letters, and you’re still so goddamn cold.

Albeit your eyelids droop down slowly, eyes spazzing out of focus, the assignment must be done today.

“Just, finish the damn work and go to sleep. Yup.” You mumble to yourself, a habit you picked up as a result of being alone for most of your childhood, and having to opt for the help of imaginary friends to keep you comfort. Alas, you’re older now and only have yourself to talk to.

You try and follow your command.

The problem is, you don’t know jack shit.

You wish Ellie was here, with her hair sticking to her forehead and your pen in her hand and her old chuck’s glued to her feet, as she sits down on the spare chair aside you with her jaw resting on her knees.

You wish you could hear her faint chuckle as you get another question wrong.

As a tutor, of course.

Not even as a friend, because she’s not.

Definitely not as a lover, obviously, because that would truly be so far fetched from reality — although… right now, you can’t help but think of the way her eyes fall down to your chest as a crimson blush creeps up her cheeks.

And you keep thinking about the time you purposely let your bra strap cascade down your shoulder, just because you wondered how she’d react — Which was with averting her gaze to the side and clearing her throat. Now you think of the time you wore an extra short mini skirt, not that different from the rest of them although a bit tinier, and how you kept rubbing your thighs together just to see whether she’d notice or not, which she did…

You groan and slap your palm against your forehead.

Then, you stare at another question and then at your phone. Toodles chimes in with a high-pitched meow.

“Oh my gosh Toots, so true! I should text her the questions, duh”

You’re not delusional at all, by the way.

So you send her your address.

In the meantime, you make sure your studying environment and your room are as tidy as possible. You grab your sparkly pink pen and place it near the textbook, and you grab a matte black pen for Ellie as well, a thoughtful gesture.

You also apply some strawberry scented moisturizer on your body, and spray your sickly sweet perfume on your pule points.

You slip your feet out of your slippers, and you wear your favorite heels. However, you keep your little nightie on. You’re supposed to feel comfortable, this is your house after all, and the heels — are just a courtesy, you are expecting company, and opening the front door with house slippers is entirely rude, and the silky robe… It’s long enough and proper. Ish.

You stare at your reflection down the mirror, and for some reason, you feel utterly nervous. You’re all dolled up for a person who isn’t a stranger, but who also isn’t a friend. When you coat your lips with some minty gloss, Toodles stretches his tail upwards and meows.

“Psh. Do not judge me, Toots. This is normal, I do this all the time”

Which again is a total and complete white lie, because if it was a regular friend coming over, you wouldn’t have even bothered to fix up your makeup, and you’d barely even get up from the comfort of your own bed.

As a matter of fact, not many people come by your house at all. You have your fair share of friends, but you’d much rather hang out by the mall or at one of their mansions, yours always feels just, utterly suffocating — as giant and spacey as it might be. And sure, you’ve had hook ups before, but you always went rigid when they tried to slip past your panties, and you were always… dry, as an autumn leaf.

Ellie makes you feel anything but dry.

Physically — you shake your head and try getting rid of the thought by giving yourself some good old whiplash.

You find yourself pacing around your room, until you manage to cascade downstairs as soon as you hear the bell ring. With each step you take, your heel taps the lavish ceramic pavement.

“Stay”, you gesture towards your fluffy feline companion, who responds with a squinting of his eyes. “Don’t freak out our company”

You look at Ellie’s face from the intercom’s shiny screen. You look at it so hard you nearly forget to press on the button that’s purpose is to let your tutor-guest in. A couple of strands of her auburn bangs stick to her forehead. Ellie scratches her eyes with the back of her hands and she straightens up her spine. As she waits for the gate to open, she puffs some air from her cheeks. She attempts to fix her eyebrows with the tips of her fingers, and seems to be murmuring something underneath her breath.

You’re not the best at lip reading, but your gut tells you she just whispered a “Hi”, and added your name, then — “Hey” adding your name once more.

It’s absolutely impossible for her to not be aware of how stupidly and irritatingly cute she is.

You press on the button and clear your throat. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t practice your greeting in front of a mirror as well. Your robe cascades down your shoulder, you fixate on it and contemplate pulling up the fabric.

Toodles meows once more.

Yup. You should keep it down.

It takes Ellie a good five minutes to walk the full distance from the front gate to your huge white door.

Then she knocks three times on the wood, and you squeak like a mouse although you really were fully prepared.

Your tutor wears a blue flannel with a white undershirt tucked beneath. The first button is opened, revealing a tiny piece of her pale skin. Below, her legs are covered with tight skinny jeans with a tear on the knee (you’re not sure if she fell or if it’s done purposely so), and to your surprise — no Chuck’s, but Doc Martens.

Noted. She has more than one pair of shoes.

When you greet Ellie with a cheerful — yet ever so relieved and breathy “Hi”, you kiss her on the cheek like you do all of your friends, and you can smell that cheap cologne again.

Amber, citrus, musk, lavender.

There’s a hint of actual Ellie in the mix as well — smoke, herbs, sweat… did she run here?

When you hug Ellie you focus on her scent.

When you hug Ellie she focuses on absofuckinglutely nothing — Her body goes rigid and stiff and she doesn’t hug you back until two way too long seconds pass, and she finally manages to place her hand on your waist.

But she doesn’t hug or squeeze, she rests it there.

Then she coughs.

“Hey”

You take a step back and you can tell she’s a bit flushed, or flustered — but you take it as her just running. You lean your hand against one of the thick pillars. Her orbs travel frantically from your eyes down to your… legs, that are completely bare and smooth and shiny, then they run down to your feet, which are covered with heels…

You think she might say something about it, about you, how ridiculous you look, so you’re washed up with self consciousness and shyness which is something you rarely get to feel, unless you’re with that damn girl for some reason.

Then her eyes hyper-focus on… the ceiling?

You grant Ellie a half smile and you really yearn to break the silence — but she’s ahead of you. Again.

“It’s… you have a really high ceiling” she says, then immediately glues her eyes on to the floor.

“Uh, shiny floor…” she chuckles so freaking awkwardly, grazing the bottom of her left legs doc’s on the floor so it squeaks. Immediately, Ellie apologizes.

“Shit, sorry, my shoes fuckin’ muddy. I uh, ran here”

You gingerly smile and furrow your brows. You theory has been proven correct. “You ran?”

“Walked, like, not ran ran”

There’s the tiniest droplet of sweat on Ellie’s forehead, which she wipe’s swiftly and clumsily with the back of her hand when she notices your eyes scan it. Oh, she ran ran alright. You do feel a little bad, picturing Ellie’s shoes hitting below her ass as she runs through the streets of your city, with a packed and awfully heavy mauve backpack — smacking against her back with every step she takes. You almost pout, you’re still leaning against the pillar and you smack your lips together — gloss and all, out of habit.

“Could’a given you a ride, y’know” you light sweetly. Ellie’s scarred eyebrow arches up in response. “You have a license?”

You so want to shove her shoulder playfully, but you’re convinced it’ll make her go absolutely rigid again. Physical contact bricks her up — noted.

“Why is that such a surprise?” you flash her a teasing smile. She smiles back at you.

“S’just, thought you’d have a personal driver. Can’t really imagine you driving that monster of a Rover back there —“

You nod in complete amusement. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Ellie teases, followed by a throaty chuckle. “Plus, took you more of a passenger princess type of girl”

And that sentence shouldn’t make you stutter the way you do next. It shouldn’t, but it does. You back away slowly and Ellie follows your footsteps.

“T-that’s, awfully presumptuous” you chirp. Her boots stomp on the floor and your heels click clack. “Plus, I don’t drive that Rover. My car’s in the garage with the rest of ‘em” you say matter-of-factly.

Ellie scoffs impishly behind you. You walk up the stairs and she follows suit. She’s confident when she teases, you think, which is a tad different than her usual awkward self, but if only you knew she nearly slipped down one of the steps as she noticed the tiniest, delicious, most precious piece of your flesh that was just exposed behind you as a result of your incredibly short nightie.

“Psh, so presumptuous”

As you walk towards your room, Ellie walks behind you although she has more than enough space to walk besides you. You get the feeling that she's nervous, even after her teasing and all, and you don't have to wonder why too much. Your house is huge, intimidating, filled with strange sculptures and paintings by obscure artists regular people have never even heard of. You don't have just one living room, you have three, and in each and every one of them stands a different technology piece of some sort. Also, your heels cost more than her outfit, could be more worth than the entirety of her damn closet, and most importantly — you're walking with a pink robe and some heels on.

When you reach your room, Ellie awkwardly smiles and straightens her muscular back. Then, she holds on to the straps of her backpack.

"First of all" you sigh, and now it's your turn to feel coy. "Thank you for coming over so late. I know it's like, absolutely ridiculous, and you know, you don't get paid for this so...", you flash Ellie an endearing smile, the apples of your cheeks rising sweetly as a humble thank you. "And, second of all... jus'... brace yourself?"

Ellie's brows arch up, but before she has time to ask — oh.

You both step into your lit room. Toodles follows by closely, entering the room as well, whilst rubbing his furry back against Ellie's calves.

"Yup..."

Ellie's fingers instinctively clasp onto the straps of her backpack once more, her eyes widening ever so slightly, but she fights to seem as unsurprised as she can — she fails miserably, because she gasps a little.

Your room is nothing but a... cotton candy dream world. A wall that's painted in pretty dusty pink, a princess bed that's nothing but a regal centerpiece. Above the bed, a canopy of gossamer silk drapes from a custom-crafted wrought iron frame, And the final sophisticated touch, a grand crystal chandelier, suspended from the ceiling. There are also clothes everywhere, empty water bottles, used sheet masks, a stack of books — some half-read, others forgotten, teetered precariously on a random corner. Ellie sticks out like a sore thumb. She stands out like a neon sign in a library, a skateboard at a black-tie gala.

You like it.

She clears her throat, stepping further into your room. "I take it black is your favorite color?" she titters sarcastically.

You giggle.

"Mhm, also I'm clearly very organized, and I hate clothes" you murmur and point out the pile of dresses haphazardly bunched in the corner of your room.

She should feel out of place. She should probably laugh, even sneak a pic — tell all her "cool" friends about how mindblowingly ridiculous the prissy rich girls room is. Instead, she thinks about how cute you must look cuddled up in a bed this big, how adorable it'd be to see your bed-head poking through the sheets at 8am, how sweet it must be to watch you skip around your room, trying on your shitload of clothes, throwing them in the air and huffing like a medieval brat of a princess. She wants to place a fucking tiara on your head. She sees your sticker collection from the corner of her eye, your vinyls, your candles, your crystals and Toodles' sofa.

And she likes it.

You take a deep breath. You shouldn't even care if she likes it or not, you shouldn't be bothered by it at all — you rarely are, but something inside of you yearns for... something.

"It suits you" she murmurs.

And that's certainly good enough, because it does.

You gesture Ellie to sit on the rolling chair next to yours, and her eyes still roam over the space of your room. “My room looks exactly the same, by the way… same uh, size too… n’stuffed animals… Shit, I like the elephant one”, she sarcastically remarks as she sits on the chair and hunches down, manspreading as she often does. Your eyes can’t help but roam down, because her damn thighs flexed under those jorts and you heard her, but you also kind of didn’t.

Ellie clears her throat and narrows her eyes. Jheez, she thinks, you must be absolutely exhausted since your eyes don’t seem to be able to focus.

“Huh?” you say, startled. You’re still standing up on those heels. Ellie sniffles and chuckles and her voice goes all quiet.

“Said pink nauseates me, that I hate those stuffed animals and that your elephant doll’s ugly as shit”

You roll your eyes and your tongue swipes over your glossy bottom lip. You bite it and you sit down on the chair. Ellie’s eyes scan over your chest and she averts her gaze like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hate you, chem tutor” you huff, resting your head on the palm of your hand. Ellie doesn’t maintain a second of eye contact but she chuckles and it’s cocky.

“You need me, and you need an A in chemistry”

You like that side of her.

You let your eyes blink lazily at her, a cheeky little smirk forming on your lips. When you open your mouth again, just to smack it on your glossy lips, you brush your leg ‘accidentally’ against hers, and rigid she goes. “Mhm, I definitely need you, Ellie…”

The apples of Ellie’s cheek shine in bright crimson and her hand flexes. She grabs her pen and clicks on it once. You didn’t mean it like that, she so obviously knows or believes, but it matters nonetheless. You like that side of her so much more.

You cross your pretty legs and let the tip of your heel graze her chair. “So, you want a drink before we start studying?”, you’re way too damn close, she nods — but she doesn’t need a ‘drink’ she needs a damn water fountain that directly flows onto her mouth and satisfies that damn drench. Is it possible for her damn knee to feel hot? Why is her knee feeling hot?

“Anything specific?”

“Jus’ waters fine” Ellie manages to murmur, lips forming a teeny tiny, shy, crescent smile.

“I was thinking more… like, wine? I have a wine cooler n’my room… if you wanted water i’d have to like, go downstairs and… It’s so lonely in there” your voice is saccharine, delicate, and it and coaxes Ellie’s mind.

“Wine’s perfect, I love wine” says Ellie.

She hates wine.

“Mhm, red or white?” — Your question comes when you lift your butt off the chair and walk slowly towards the cooler.

“Uh, r-red. S’much… richer” Ellie falters, remembering vaguely the time Joel had mentioned white wine’s for pussies. When she tried a red one, she gagged.

“Impressive” you note.

Ellie rolls the chair with the help of her heavy Doc's, and watches as you pour the red liquid into two delicate glasses. Your leg, she notices, is clad with a shiny, delicate golden piece of jewelry. Her eyes scan upwards, towards your bare thighs — the flesh is glistening, almost appearing as if it's covered with oil. Her mind drifts elsewhere, to a world in which your nightie is nothing but nonexistent, and those thighs...

Her stomach grumbles, she firmly holds onto it. Why NOW.

"Hungry?" you place the glass on the table, slightly nudging it towards Ellie.

She's starving.

you flash her a devilish smirk, cocking your head to the side.

"Oh, uhh... nope"

Famished.

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probably-rk

2 months ago

hi this is my take on nerdjo

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probably-rk

2 years ago

the "I'm just some guy" neutrality movement helped me so much more than "everyone is hot and beautiful" positivity movement ever did tbh

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probably-rk

5 months ago

modern!vi who’s down horrendous for you. she gets home from the gym, sweat-damp and sore, ready for a much-needed shower after hitting a new pr and kicking her own ass during her workout. she’s undressing in the foggy bathroom when her phone pings from the counter, your name lighting up the screen. she tosses her shirt to the side and unlocks the phone to see your message.

missing you sooo bad right now, you’ve texted her. attached is a photo of you, shirtless, with your perfectly manicured nails delicately cupping your tits. might have to touch myself… help me out?

vi scoffs at your message, but she clicks on that photo again, zooms in and analyzes it until she’s sure she’s memorized every individual pixel.

fuck, you’re perfect. fuck fuck fuck.

steam from the shower has fogged up the mirror entirely, and it’s deathly humid in the bathroom. but vi’s got a soft spot for you - she’d do anything you asked her to, even if your version of asking is merely suggesting… no, bribing. that photo was definitely a bribe.

vi messes around with a few potential angles, propping her phone up on the counter, then on the floor, even on the back of the toilet. nothing looks right, and she’s so sweaty and frustrated that she almost decides not to send you anything at all. she rips open the shower curtain, huffing an annoyed sigh before her eyes land on the shower head.

huh, that’s an idea.

fifteen minutes later, as you’re lazily dragging your fingers through your cunt, horny and annoyed that vi hasn’t texted you back, you get a notification. it’s a video, you realize with a giddy whir of excitement, and you click play without a second thought. one hand cradling your phone, the other between your thighs, you watch as vi settles the camera down on a shelf by the window. her scarlet locks are damp with sweat, droplets of water from the shower rolling down her inked skin. fuck, you’ll never get used to that body - she’s all lean muscles and sharp edges, so dangerous until she’s holding you with those calloused hands and curling her frame up against yours.

and now? she’s biting her lip, trying to make a show of trailing a hand down her abdomen - she stops short, though, reaching off to the side instead. her hand returns with the running shower head, and you draw in a sharp, excited breath. as if she could hear you, vi lets out a little chuckle and says, “i know, unexpected. i haven’t done this in years.”

she fiddles with the shower head, flicking a switch at the neck until the water flow changes to a more… optimal setting. the stream’s a lot more focused now, more intense.

“worked myself up a bit before this. hope that’s okay, princess.” vi flashes a smirk at the camera, but with her cheeks painted that pretty pink shade, you know she’s a little embarrassed. uncertain.

you’re grateful that the camera angle lets you see every detail of what vi’s doing - how her body moves. she hitches a leg up against the shower wall, just high enough to spread herself open. the soft curls between her legs are untamed and wet, and your cunt twitches at the sight of vi’s pink, pink cunt, spread beautifully - you only get one glance, though, before the silver shower head blocks your view. vi hisses through her teeth and her hips twitch. you sigh, your fingers playing in the wetness between your legs as you watch vi toss her head back in pleasure. every moan that passes her lips goes straight to your clit - you’re needy, gushing wetter every time you see vi’s tits bounce or her jaw clench.

“fuuuuck,” she cries out, her face a vision of pleasure. mouth hung open, brows knitted together, eyes foggy with lust. “gonna come, shit, baby…”

water drips from vi’s hair down to her shoulders, rolling in beads down her tense chest. she’s heaving, panting, gasping your name as her orgasm slams into her, tatted biceps flexing as she forces the shower head to stay in place. her orgasm seems to last forever, streams of water gushing from her pussy down to the shower floor - and then she’s done, spent.

it’s almost like vi forgets about the camera for a moment. she hums in pleasure, still panting a bit as she comes back down from her high. she licks her lips, then her eyes meet the camera - and oh, she looks wrecked.

“hope that’s enough material for you, pretty girl,” she says to the camera, winking playfully before the video cuts out.

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