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doctorbrown · 8 months

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 12 / 31 * TRAIN TRACKS 」

September 11, 1885

Emmett wakes with a shout and rakes a hand through his slightly damp hair, pushing some of his wild locks out of his face.

Early morning sun steals in through the small spaces between the stable's panelling but Emmett still feels caught in limbo, neither here-nor-there. When his heart finally stops screaming in his ears and he gets his breathing under control, it's then that he realises his surroundings—wooden, rustic, dusty.

He's still back in 1885.

Four days ago, Marty went back to the future to the most spectacular fanfare, and three days ago, the ravine was officially renamed Eastwood Ravine in honour of a man who never truly existed, not as they knew him, yet still perished on the train when it lost control and plummeted off the incomplete track.

Only he and Clara knew that Marty was safe. Safe in 1985, where he would have talked this all over with Jennifer, gone back home to sleep, and gotten on with his life.

Or, he thought he did.

His subconscious, since that morning, has cruelly painted vivid images of dozens of other possible fates, knowing precisely what to show him to inflict the most pain.

Again, Emmett has dreamed of the way Marty dies.

It always involves the train. The train is too early, Marty is distracted, Marty cannot get the doors open in time to save himself and the train horn blares—

In the dream, Marty yells for him, terror plastered on his face, expecting he would come to save him. Emmett would if he could, but even he cannot penetrate the barrier of time that separates them now.

All he can do is watch as the DeLorean is ripped to pieces and Marty with it.

It only took the first two days for him to notice a pattern and this morning's nightmare has only confirmed it. Four days does indeed a pattern make. Tomorrow, too, he expects will be more of the same, and if this is to be his fate so long as he's trapped in the past, how is he ever supposed to live out the rest of his days while still maintaining his sanity?

He'd factored everything into his calculations; the train schedule as he remembered it, unchanged for the last fifteen years, how long it would take the DeLorean to slow to a stop when taking into account the level grade and precise length of the bridge over Sh—Eastwood Ravine.

In theory, it was foolproof. Marty would have plenty of time to escape and save himself and the train would be there not two minutes after to destroy the DeLorean and prevent any further misuse.

Thinking about his life's work destroyed so completely brought with it a pang of regret, but it was a necessary evil.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Now, even destroyed, it is a source of persistent misery.

If this keeps up, he may very well earn the moniker of mad scientist that's been hurled at him since his return to Hill Valley all those years ago.

He can't go on like this. He needs that closure, he needs to know that his best friend in the entire space-time continuum is safe because he deserves nothing less after everything he's done for him.

Emmett doesn't realise he's pulled himself out of bed until he's slapped in the face by the chilly morning air, the stable door slid wide open. He sucks in a breath of fresh air that chases off the last of the nightmare and the fitful sleep he got, allowing him to focus on the rough beginnings of his brand new project.

A time machine constructed entirely out of parts from the nineteenth century.

#doctober 2023 #i've always imagined that this was the catalyst for doc's creating the jules verne train but as the years went on #clara's desire to see the future and then the fact that she and doc were going to start a family also played into that #yes he needs to make sure marty's okay - he never stops thinking about the kid over those ten years - but he also wants to give #clara and the boys (eventually) a better life in the future than they'll have here #doc's already got a place there. they can go to a great college - clara can live in a time better suited to her (after adjustments) because #she's already so far ahead of everyone in this time period that it just makes sense #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#&; i told queue it would work!

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autisticlee · 6 days

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I know it's wrong and bad to say this, but sometimes I really hate when my friends have other friends. (specifically when I can't also be friends with those friends) because every time I want someone to hang out with or talk to, the only couple friends I have are always busy with their other friends. when I want to plan something with them, they will always choose the other friends over me. they will cancel plans *with* me as soon as other friends ask, but won't cancel plans *for* me when i ask. they will use up their social spoons on other friends and leave none for me. always putting things with me off or simply not responding at all.

i'm always told by random people when I say I want mkre friends "it's better to have a couple great friends than many aquantances" or something like that. but honestly it sucks because you can't rely on 1-2 people to always be there for you every day or every week when you want or need someone. if you keep asking, you're seen as annoying and clingy and they will ignore you eventually (or worse)

it's annoying that they get to fill their social needs at all times, but I never get to. because i'm never the one that gets to go first in the social queue. and when it gets to my turn, it refreshes and i'm pushed to the back again.

the only solution I can ever think of is being friends with my friends' friends too....but for some reason!!!!!! that never works out!!!! (if my friends will even share their friends with me to begin with)

#and dont even get me started on when i share my friends with each other and they choose each other over me and kick me out lmao #WHY ARE FRIENDS SO HARD #why am i just a little creature that requires certain amounts/types of social interaction that never gets met #and no one wants to do anything about it. and im forced to sit here feeling bad about it because i cant fix it either fbbdbdfghhdhjrhfdj #this whole friend and human interaction and bonding and companionship bullshit is going to be lifelong issue and im not here for it #NO ADVICE IM GIVEN WORKS. IM TIRED OF ONE SIDED BULLSHIT WHERE ONLY I TRY. HUMANS ARE ANNOYING #im like a non human creature that wears human skin and everyone except me knows and they dont want me and i domt know why #i also dont have the energy to do the whole new friends song and dance where you small talk to get to know each other #and share your life stories. i rather just hang out and become friends through enjoyment of mutual enjoyed activity????#or something like that idk #i tried so hard to be friendly to friends' friend last weekend when we all hung out so i can be adopted into their friend group but #they didnt even tell me it was nice meeting me and hanging out and didnt even say bye to me. only to my friends #and i was too sad about that to say it to them instead as they walked away. theyre way more social and good at words #and i was overwhelmed and struggling to speak so i was waiting for the queue to say those things or something #i expected it like an idiot loser becuase i thought i did a good job being a cute gremlin that fits into the group that seems to have #other goofy gremlins like me. i thought maybe they can be “my people” or something. but then they turned around and left #after telling my friends bye. and didnt acknowledge me. and i juat kept smiling and turned around and walked away too #PRETENDING IT WAS FINE. BUT IT FELT BAD. BECAUSE I FAILED TO MAKE A FRIEND WHEN I THOUGHT I DID GOOD WITH THEM FOR ONCE #so “being confident/believing in yourself” like im told to do DIDNT WORK AND IT FELT WORSE THAN DOUBTING MYSELF. YOU LIARS. ugh fhdhdhfhjssk #WHAT DO. WHY LEE BAD AT THIS. WHY IT FEEL BAD. WHY NOT JUST ACCEPT BEING ALONE 99% OF TIME AND GIVE UP. WOULD BE EASIER #lee rants #autism things #i know its rude to invite yourself into a friend group but what if i try anyway 🤪✌️

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zaggyzoo · 10 months

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had such a bad and exhausting shift and my mom isn't even at home to tell her about it ☹️

#it's been a while since i wanted to cry on the ride back home #and it's maybe the first time i was about to cry right there at work. there was a queue of like three carts too so they probably saw me all #red mouth like this ☹️ trying my hardest not to cry on their groceries 👍👍👍#all because of a comment a middle aged man said. i felt so belittled for something that wasn't even all my fault #and so i said something but that made me feel even worse so 👍#idk why i didn't stay silent and that's it but i told this man to not mock me (obviously he said it's wasn't mocking) but confrontation #makes me cry so. and I can't believe his wife didn't say anything while this man treated me like that i would have been so embarrassed to #have a husband like that #and then it was just such a tiring shift with lots of people and i was all alone with the other cashiers far down from my register #ugh

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mrmallard · 6 months

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Some guy who got to the taxi rank well after I did took my taxi. I'm gonna be late to work because of him.

#I'd feel bad acting like a hardass any other time. if someone's in need I'd consider it #dude just jumped the fuck up and took the taxi I needed to get to work #like there's a clear order. first come first served. the first person can waive the taxi and let someone else go #but like. short of that happening you wait your turn #i already have a problem with being late. my boss has told me multiple times I need to get my shit together #i would have made it on time if this guy didn't jump the queue

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doctordonovan · 9 months

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does maeve ever feel glad that bobby's dead? or safer?

❀ || maeve && bobby's death

guilt is a difficult thing - and no matter how clever you are, no matter how clear the facts are, it's sometimes entirely overwhelming. so part one of answering this is how does maeve feel about bobby's death? the answer is relatively simple. as awful as he was to her, as much as he held so much blame in her suffering... maeve sees his death as her fault. diane went after him to prove a point to maeve: she wanted someone she thought maeve had loved. she killed him because she realised it was spencer who truly had maeve's heart, that what she'd felt for bobby was never anything that could compete with it.

diane killed bobby because of his link to maeve, and maeve can't forgive herself for that.

the guilt that comes from his murder makes her view of things... messier. she knows their relationship was bad - she knows, logically, that he was a controlling bastard && emotionally abusive. she knows it's not normal to hire a PI to hunt down an ex when they're hiding from a violent stalker for their own safety.

she knows a lot of things, but the guilt is so big, and so heavy, that she can't feel relief or glad. she never wanted him dead, she just wanted him to leave her alone && to let her breathe. and whilst he was terrible enough she truly did think he was her main stalker ( though he was still responsible for A FEW of the things that happened - he was a secondary stalker after all ) she can't get past the fact that it feels like he lost his life for her.

and, unlike when diane was going to kill spencer... she couldn't take the bullet for him, she couldn't think of a way to fix things, she couldn't find the same love borne logic that saved spencer's life and put her in her coma.

#𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // headcanons #𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌: // the touch of his hands were as cold as his eyes. [ bobby & maeve ]#𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow #𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // in that moment of revalation #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I told you it would be a damn essay #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // sorry babe #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // it doesn't help that she sees herself as partly responsible for him being an ab.usi.ve prick #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // plenty of people told her she's broken before him #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she blames a lot on herself #stalking tw #emotional abuse mention tw #feegle don't look #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

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esoanem · 1 year

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Gothmog clearly understands that Someone has Done Some Bullshit to me and I require Affection from her, but sadly does not understand that in doing so is preventing me from taking the necessary response

#doctor who's been refusing to follow national advice from the nhs and association of gps to work with my private endo #and prescribe hrt as he recommends #was supposed to call this afternoon #having previously accepted that she would have to write such prescriptions #but only after id already started them privately #well my phone had its volume up all day #and it did not ring #i did get a missed call though #immediately followed by a text telling me to ring the reception to rearrange if still needed #this appointment was booked a month ago #i immediately ring the reception #it is still only a minute since the missed call #(she must have hung up as soon as it connected)#then I spend 15 minutes in a queue #which depressingly is a lot better than it often is #only to be told shes gone home for the day and the next time it can be rearranged for is in another month #at this point its clear theyre just going to keep pissing me around #so i need to find a new gp #as well as get and pay for another private prescription that should be covered by the nhs #and submit a complaint because jfc

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sgkjd · 10 months

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psych institutions should be awarded for being the most unfriendly places for nd and mentally ill folk. funnily enough. do they not know what demographic uses their services?

#vent in tags #the fuck wdym i need to CALL you so many times bc i need to schedule my assessment date #(bc first of all i asked to be put into psych ward to get evaluated bc i thought it'd be faster and id save money and stress of even getting #there bc it's 2+ hrs drive away and they told me they'll call me 'next week' bc in summer the waiting queue is not really long #but they didn't call!!!!!!!!!! and i called them on literally friday and said i want to do just the assessment whatever i'll get a bus there #even if it's 3 times bc i couldn't wait any longer since i was starting a job #and they said 'well the doctor is now on vacation since YESTERDAY so you'll have to call this number when he's back in the middle of july'#so like they never even meant to call me 'next week' as they said in the first place???#i said ok will do so and then i called on the 14th and they said the doctor's not back yet he's starting work from the 18th #tf!!! why not tell me exact date in the beginning #and the fucking receptionist or whatever was so judgemental bc i didn't know the doctor's name #and i said 'yeah idk bc i saw him for the first time ONCE last time' and i just happened to see him bc the doctor i had the appointment with #apparently got sick the exact day i was meant to arrive and no one from the staff knew that they were sick??????#so they quickly arranged a doctor that was available #and he didn't even introduce himself #but that receptionist got my blood boiling so much i was like 'cant you like check what doctor i had an appt with by my name???'#ITS LITERALLY NOT THAT HARD AND THEY WERE SO 'how can you not know your doctor's name [insert diminutive form to call me]'#eng equivalent would literally be 'little girl/boy' yeah they literally called me like that and also misgendered me #so that felt like double the insult #and so i have to call for the fucking third time today and im procrastinating it so bad like im so anxious #double the anxiousness that the last times #; words generated by me

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quaddyvoddy · 11 months

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one crazy night shift and six hours of sleep later, and i'm just now realising that i agreed to pay for a taylor swift vip ticket just so i could make my bff happy

#my bff recruited me to help buy tickets for her and her coworker #and usually i'm very successful at getting the best tickests #but yesterday? i joined the waiting room ag least half an hour before the sale #and then theybassigned everything a random place in the queue and i only got onto the site thirty minutes after the sale started #and all the tickets were gone #my friend was still in the queue #we were on the phone the whole time #i could tell she was about ti cry because she wanted to go so badly she's been waiting to see taylor live for lore than ten years #i told them there were still vip tickets available and her coworker went 'nope not worth it' which is totally fair #my friend said she would pay for a vip ticket but she doesn't want to go alone and she said she'll just have to wait a few more years #and apparently i'm a big softie because i said 'fuck it i'll go with you' and bought tickets for both of us #we can both afford it but damn that vip merch better be amazing #we got the side pit but we also got early entry #never bought a vip ticket before and i think they're so expensive they should be illegal #but i made my friend's day #her year probably #at least i won't have to pay for a hotel since she lives in munich #now i just hope i get a couple of days off from work next year

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raitonsfw · 4 months

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𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Gojo was a big fucking spender, whether you liked it or not. Almost every clothing item he owned ranged well over the price of 150 000 yen, even his shoes; sometimes those were more expensive. Coming home one day from work, there’s a pink gift bag (complete with a lil bow and all) sitting pretty on the ottoman for you. As you opened it, black expensive lace peeked back at you and so did the price, zeros going on for miles on the tiny tag.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!gojo, rich!gojo, dirty talk, lingerie (and the tearing of it), grinding (if you squint), fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, p in v intercourse, creampie, insecurity (about how much gojo spends), corny pick up lines, sayings, & jokes, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, pretty, princess, good girl), lovedrunk, feral, & pussywhipped gojo (man loves you, would hang the moon for you fr), a surprise near the end (i said he loves you goddammit)

a/n: happy february 1st (finally can say it without the queue messing up my schedule) anyway, here's my second valentine for you loves! i hope you enjoy, until next week! 💌 wc: 3.4k. v-day m.list | m.list

a/n pt 2: p.s. i'm such a sucker for writing gojo kinda cringey. alsoo its not my best work but i did what i could!

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

Coming home was the biggest mistake you had made in your entire life, because what the fuck was this? Your fingers held up a piece of lace material, black in color and you puzzled at it as you noticed that the lingerie piece barely looked as though it’d cover anything; thanks to your million dollar boyfriend.

“It’s gorgeous, huh?” You heard his promiscuous voice ring out through the living room at just the right time, when your voice cursed him to the high heavens. You nearly jumped out of your skin, the lingerie falling near your feet and you turned quickly to face him, his hip popped against the doorframe.

“Satoru!” Your face was bright red, the blush spreading down your neck and you hid your face underneath your sweatshirt sleeve with a scowl. Gojo was in his usual sorcerer uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering the vivid blue and you still tried to shy away from him even though you knew you couldn’t. Not when his eyes saw all, saw the way yours glistened at the thoughtful gift.

“Hey sweetheart. Like the gift?”

“I told you not to buy me any more lingerie…” You huffed, glancing at the tag as you went to put the set back in the bag. There was an infinite amount of zeroes littering the price tag and you almost dropped the lingerie piece again– in utter shock that the fucking price was over 250,000 yen. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, please. I know you, you don’t wear lingerie sets more than twice. And last time I checked, I tore the last one.” He smirked, walking towards you with a tiny skip in his step and your hands trembled as you smoothed the lace over with your delicate fingers. “Besides, your favorite store was having a Valentine’s Day sale and I just had to have you in that.”

Right, it was Valentine’s Day soon.

“A sale?! This doesn’t look like a price tag for a sale. More like someone’s monthly rent, -toru.” You frowned, feeling Gojo’s strong arms fold underneath your waist and he took the fabric in his hands. Unfurling it from its tangled confines, he draped it over you with a gentle hum of a tune evading your surroundings.

“Hold it like that for me.” Gojo murmured as he stepped around you, standing in front of you while checking behind him as he backed up slightly. He focused on you, his fingers coming up to ‘snap a picture’ and you blushed profusely when you saw the dopey smile that mustered up on his face. Your blush turned into another scowl though as you remembered the price of it, how could he just spend money so fruitlessly?

Gojo lifted his blindfold for a few seconds to glance at your figure; you could see the gears turning in his head and you wouldn’t be very surprised if he sprouted an erection right then and there. But he also noticed your glowering eyes and his lighthearted demeanor faded away, a worried look washing over his face.

“What’re mad for, baby? I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to spoil you.”

“You spend so much on me, I’m not worth that much.” You muttered, starting to fold the lingerie set to put it back in the bag; away and out of sight from you.

You usually liked Gojo’s sweet gestures, gifts piled at your doorstep like it was Christmas every month normally but this time it just seemed a bit out of place– you knew him to flaunt his wealth alot but this? He’s never gotten you something so expensive. You couldn’t accept such a generous gift that would be soiled within minutes of wearing it.

“Excuse me? Where’d you learn that crazy talk from?” Gojo said with an exasperated gasp, coming to embrace you and you didn’t answer him as he pulled you close. His hands feathered through your hair and honestly you couldn’t breath through the fabric of his jacket, the turtleneck part of it threatening to strangle you as he squeezed himself around you in a tight hug.

“Don’t ever think that! I would buy the world for you if I could manage to fit it inside a gift box.”

You couldn’t help but laugh into his chest, his words souring after they sat for a minute. “That was so cringey, Satoru.”

“You still love me though, perks of being me… I think?” Gojo let go of you, holding you by your shoulders now and you reached up to slip his blindfold fully off. He blinked through the dimness of the apartment, his eyes fixating on you once more.

There was something that just made you feel so in love with him, everytime you managed to zero in on those hypnotic eyes of his– almost every bad thought melted away and yeah, you were definitely overreacting.

Let the man spoil you, if he so wishes.

“Yes, I still love you.” You fonded, planting a luscious kiss against his lips and he had no qualms, his mouth instantly moving against you eagerly. Gojo softly moaned into the kiss, one of his hands snaking down your back towards your ass and you squeaked out as he gave you a tiny swat against the plushness of it.

“Great, now go try on the lingerie.” Thrusting the bag back into your hands, he grinned at you and there was no way in hell you could deny him– not with the way he looked, so ecstatic to see you in the precious lace garments he bought you.

Putting it on wasn’t much of a struggle, it fit you nicely in all the right places. The full length mirror did you just enough justice, staring back at a body that had devious curves and everything in between the skimpy lace that barely covered your intimates. You weren't all that self conscious, though you weren’t sure what you’d do once you were in front of Gojo. Where would he look first?

Would his eyes lay against your breasts that bobbed in the lace, perched up prettily or would they drag to your soft thighs, cuffed in the garter belt holding up the thigh highs that accented the set? Would they focus on your mound and in the middle, your drenched pussy staining the thin fabric or would he drool over everything all at once?

“Baby… Are you done yet? I’m getting lonely.” You heard him mewl outside the door, a soft tap from his knuckle echoing through the bathroom and you nodded to yourself, adjusting little bits and pieces of the thread to make sure it sat perfectly for him.

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. Why were you so goddamn nervous?

“You have it on? C’mon, let me see already.”

As you opened the door, Gojo wasn’t in front of it anymore. Instead, he was seated on the lavish sofa that met in the center of the room, his head lying lazily against the back of it with his arms extended. His thighs were spread apart on the cushions, his legs folding outwards and you could already see a lush bulge in his trousers, peaked with interest as he waited impatiently for you. You wanted to skip the shame of twirling for him and just sit yourself right against it, sit yourself down on it and just–

Gojo’s head snapped up– he must’ve sensed you– and his bright eyes zeroed in on your face first. Then they trailed down towards your body, drinking in the adorned curves of the lingerie on you and his mouth fell open in a quiet sigh. “Y/N…”

You walked towards him, a small sway to your step and his hands pressed down against the sofa as you neared him. They nearly white knuckled it, his mouth still open and his eyes flickering over every crevice of the threads decorating you– his knees had quickly pressed together and you’ve never seen him so flustered in your entire life. Sure, you’ve modeled for him here and there with other gorgeous sets; but this was different.

Was this your Satoru? The ego induced maniac who could and would knock you off your feet with a single flirtatious remark? It was refreshing to see him like this– reduced to nothing but boyish clouded lust.

“You going to say something other than my name, baby?” You asked, pureness reining your voice and you purred inwardly when he was still speechless. You eyed at the seam of his trousers, noticing the way it tented up considerably just from a few seconds of gazing you over. “Satoru?”

“Hi, yes sorry. Come here.” Gojo’s hand faltered slightly as he reached for you and you happily obliged, straddling his lap. A low hum escaped him as you sat flush with his clothed cock against your heat, his legs spreading apart again to let you sink down onto him comfortably. “Holy hell, is this heaven ‘cause you look like–”

“So help me if you finish that sentence, I’ll take this off.” You interrupted, getting ready to move off of him but his hands grasped your hips greedily.

“That’s what I’m hoping for, angel.” A naughty grin crept up on his face as he pulled you into a warm kiss. Yeah, it’s definitely your Satoru.

His tongue slid past your lips easily and his eyes slipped shut, drawing you closer to him– faintly aware of the slickness that roughed up his trousers. You bit his lip seductively and a startled moan spilled into your mouth heavily, his hips subtly rocking up into you. It was needy and desperate and everything you ever wanted to hear and feel from him, because of course he was already riled up– just look at you.

His fingers looped inside the lace of your panties, rubbing his fingertips against the seams of it and you hummed as they curved towards the where you needed it most. His other hand fondled your breast, the flesh of it spilling out over the cups and all he wanted to do was press a tender kiss to your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth to nip and tug til it reddened with overstimulation.

“Are you going to touch me or…” You shook him from his daze, earning a sarcastic snort from him.

You moaned quietly as his hand immediately slipped underneath the fabric, toying with your nipple until it hardened and a gentle finger swiped through the slick that collected inside your panties. He tsked, “Already ruining the lace, so filthy…”

You let out a tiny huff, intending to apologize when two of his fingers sunk through your arousal and you leaned into him with a whimper. Gojo didn't hesitate to mark up your neck as soon as you moved forward, his teeth grazing alongside the nasty bruises and your hips jutted out as he expertly curled his digits into you. You whined into his ear– a glorious symphony if he must say so himself– and his thumb pressed into the swell of your clit. Sucking a languid hickey against the near front of your neck, he noticed you had started to move against him– fucking your perfect cunt down onto his pliant fingers.

Every roll of your hips, his cock got some action as well; as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock that threatened to burst out of his trousers now. Holy fuck, he was straining too– he knew you could feel it as you sat right against it. He was losing his train of thought more and more by the second as you panted out, he needed more– so much more, his dick was nearly crying as it leaked out tiny droplets of precum in his boxers. If you weren’t so lost in pleasure at the moment, you would’ve noticed the small wet spot forming in the fabric– his jujutsu uniform’s probably going to need to be dry cleaned.

He would finish his pick up line if he could speak, his voice not quite there anymore– you looked like a heaven sent angel veiled in the lingerie of a hell spawned devil.

From his angle, Gojo could see the swell of your ass lightly jiggling, the lace barely covering it and the flesh of your thighs sat beautifully against his own and honestly he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you, his vision blackening with lust as you worked yourself fully open on his fingers now. His cock ached so fucking badly and he vaguely noted to get you crotchless lingerie next time so he could just slide right in without needing to fumble with the weird straps.

When your breath hitched in your throat as your clit spasming directly against the frenulum of his cock, his tip desperately trying to dip into the lace through his thick fucking clothing– he lost it.

“Fuck it…” You heard him growl against your laced breast as he popped it out of its cup, the entire bralette tearing on impact. You gasped at the ripping sound, but you were too delirious to scold him as his fingers started fucking faster into you to keep you quiet about the torn lingerie. Gojo snagged your nipple in his mouth with a frantic moan, his fingers coated with slick as he pulled them out quickly to tear off your panties. They shedded easily and you were left with remnants of lace pristine against your body, another gasp coming from you as you realized what he did.

“-toru, what are you–?!”

Before you could finish your sentence, your entire figure was thrown against the cushions of the sofa and his shirt and trousers were stripped from his body. His eyes were trained on your ripped lingerie and you couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head until he yanked the rest of it off, excluding your thigh highs. And now you were exposed in front of him and he was out 250,000 yen; because he just couldn’t keep his composure.

“I’ll buy you another set, I swear– though I can’t guarantee it’ll survive…” Gojo said under his breath, planting kisses down the span of your chest. He trailed them towards your tummy, innate circles rubbing into your hips and he shuddered at how the garter belt sat snug against your waist– and how easy it was to tear off, his teeth latching on it with fervor. You gasped as you felt the band snap, your thigh highs falling down slightly where they sat as they were no longer held up by the precious lace.

He grabbed the extra lace from his mouth and threw it somewhere across the room, his tongue immediately delving into your tight heat. A broken whine was coaxed from your throat as he fucked it in and out needily, quiet pants breathing over your cunt. Gojo’s hands grabbed at your thighs, pressing his nose straight into your clit as he lapped at everything he could reach and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that leaked from your mouth, your hands grasping at his snowy hair.

He was downright animalistic at this point. You carved his shoulder blades with your nails, desperate for him to drive you over the edge; your impending orgasm making your legs tremble. “Satoru, shit– c-close…”

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty.” He murmured into your cunt, slightly muffled and you keened up into his mouth– ultimately fucking yourself on his tongue. And God, did he groan at that; his hums of utter satisfaction basically sent you spasming through your climax. Your hands flew to the edge of the sofa, clutching tightly as you rolled your hips into the insane pleasure– into his mouth that lapped up every drool of arousal that leaked out from your convulsions. He was vain with it too, looping out his fucking name against your folds to claim you as you whimpered his name.

“T-Take me with you to shop next time.” You managed out as you sat up on your elbows, looking down at him while you came down from your high. “I’ll decide what you can and can’t rip.”

Gojo tutted out a laugh, coming up to hover over you– his chin glinted with your juices and you reddened at the sight of how goddamn needy you were. “Fine, baby– now arch your back f’ me.”

His cock prodded your entrance, slender fingers wrapped around the base of it as he guided it into you greedily and you threw your head back against the arm of the sofa with a whine. You did exactly as he said; you arched your back into the intoxicating pleasure, his cock stretching you out and filling every bit of space you could give him. He fit perfectly within you everytime, which made you dizzy with lust as you hooked one hand around the back of his neck.

“Always take me so well, princess.” Gojo purred, not bothering to let you adjust as he started to snap his hips into you. “Fits like a glove, huh?”

You were so sore already– from the last orgasm wreaking havoc– but you couldn’t get enough of his long cock drilling into you, every thrust kissing your cervix and making your walls clench around him with whimpers drowning out the riveting squelches. You managed to look up at him, his fingertips nudging into the plush of your thighs, against the sleek material of your thigh highs and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

His eyes were already rolling back into his head at every fill of his cock dragging against your walls, his jaw slack and you were surprised at how pussy whipped he was– normally he’d watch you religiously writhe underneath him. His hair was disheveled as he ran his hand through it before frantically gripping your thigh again, panting out curses and you inadvertently squeezed hard around him at the action with a high pitched moan.

“Oh– fuck, holy shit..! Keep squeezing me like that, we’re g-gonna have to go shopping–” Gojo groaned out, his cock pounding into you harder now, pleasure coursing through your entire body as he hit your sweet spot dead on.

“F-For more lingerie?”

“No, for a fucking crib.”

“Fuck, Satoru– faster.” You whined out, completely obsessed with the thought and you felt your second climax tremble through your thighs, straight towards the throbbing of your cunt. ‘Cum in me, -toru…please.”

Gojo didn’t answer you, too wrapped up in your pretty pussy with hefty moans pouring out of him and his fingers slipped down towards your clit. He rubbed circles against it, interchanging his angle to fuck you deeper, faster– and you could feel how close you were.

“Got another surprise for you on Valentine’s Day, baby…” He started babbling, his chest rising and falling as he rutted into you. His eyes slipped from his cock, creamy and wet from your arousal, to your eyes now. “Involves a little jewelry piece, think you’ll love it… Think you’ll love me even more.”

You didn’t hear him though, too caught up in your release caving in every sense you had and replacing them with pure euphoria. You couldn’t fucking see, hear, even think as it overtook your body. You came so hard around his cock, clenching and unclenching which brought Gojo to his own release rather quickly. He stilled in you with a harsh whine and his eyes squeezed shut as he came in you, white ropes leaking out rather abruptly.

He repeated soft praises like ‘good girl, take it all…’ and ‘gonna make sure none drools outta you, so good for me’ a few times in a needy tone, collapsing against your chest afterwards. Gojo buried his face into your neck, smoothing his hands over the thigh highs you had on.

“I’m so sorry about the lingerie, Y/N…” He apologized, his eyes glancing up towards yours as he moved over to litter kisses on your cheek. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, I promise. You’ll pick out your Valentine’s Day lingerie set and I’ll watch you model it for me–”

You interrupt him with a soft kiss, humming against his lips. “It wasn’t my money, it was yours, you idiot.”

Gojo blinked at you, then a mischievous look crossed his face. “How about a nice pink set this time? Frilly, rose hearts covering your perky nipples and–”

“Satoru.”

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churipu · 5 months

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JJK MEN & THEIR SLEEPYHEAD GF !

featuring. toji fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, choso x fem! reader

warnings. absolutely nothing

note. anon, first of all, again, i'm so sorry i accidentally put your post up in the queue list when it was unfinished and the pen symbol wasn't there so i screenshotted this before deleting the og post. i hope this post comes to find you by itself :(( second of all, thank you for liking the first part, means a lot to me <33 last of all, hope you enjoy this one!

TOJI FUSHIGURO. i feel like he's the kind of person who doesn't mind having a sleepyhead gf, in fact he'll gladly sleep with her no matter what time or place. he'll just look and then you're asleep, all of a sudden he's asleep too.

people find it odd how you and him are able to just doze off anywhere, especially toji being a pretty "busy" man. would ditch his work sometimes just to have a nap with you, and i feel like he's the type of guy who would use you like a bolster when you both sleep. so you just lie there, arms by your side — while he on the other hand, is all up on you, holding you close to him.

sometimes toji would chuckle upon seeing you asleep at the most random time and places, in a diner, in a fast food restaurant, in the park standing up (and you woke up because apparently a kid bumped into your leg), just anywhere. he finds your sleepy habit quite interesting really.

"toji... 'm tired."

"when're you not, hm?"

he absolutely loves it when you just clung onto him like a koala for a nap, makes him feel proud (oh and i feel like he's the type of person who would take pictures if you sleep with your mouth open with a string of drool coming out of your mouth, he says that it's adorable. you don't think so though).

YUUTA OKKOTSU. yuuta is just so adorable. i feel like he gushes out a lot when you fall asleep on him, like he will silently fawn over you but at the same time he doesn't know what to do. should he let you be? wake you up so you could sleep in a more comfortable place? or carry you to the said comfortable place?

he just ends up waking you up because of how fidgety he is, "yuuta?"

"i'm so sorry, did i wake you up? sorry.."

honestly, you don't even care about the whole wake up thing. you just wanted to sleep so you always end up latching onto his side like a baby, "five more minutes."

it's never five minutes, longest is twelve hours. although yuuta doesn't mind — he even joins you for a bit, and if he has to go, he will make sure you're tucked in well and comfortable with a pillow fort he built just for you incase something (the monsters comes for you) happens.

CHOSO. i feel like he gets confused at first to why you're always falling asleep near him, he even asked this "Google" to that — and Google did not in fact help, but instead drove him into a state of panic because it told choso that you were dying. so when you fall asleep the next time, choso wakes you up almost immediately.

"don't die on me."

you didn't know what he was talking about and assumed that he was just messing around so you closed your eyes, and he had a full blown breakdown because he thought you were actually dying.

but when you told him it's because you feel safe to sleep near him, he's never been so much happier. and whenever you fall asleep, he always has a blanket ready for you both. so here's how it goes, you fall asleep and lean your head on his shoulder, he drapes the blanket over the both of you, he leans his head onto your head and falls asleep.

you both always end up in such an uncomfortable position after (either with your hand or foot in his face, or vice versa), but you guys never cared, at least the sleep was good.

"cho, get your foot out of my face before i bite them off clean."

"'m sorry, it just happens."

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #fluff #toji fluff #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk toji #choso #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso kamo #female reader

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doctorbrown · 8 months

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 11 / 31 * BRIEFCASE 」

November 8, 1955

23:45

❝Ugh, Doc, it's hopeless!❞ Marty exclaims, letting his forehead hit the table with a frustrated sigh. ❝There's no getting through to him; I don't know how I'm gonna convince him to ask mom out to the dance when he's more worried about that night's episode of Science Fiction Theatre!❞

Emmett sets down the papers in his hand to focus on his young, troubled friend, and as he opens his mouth, Marty's head shoots up and he snaps his fingers, suddenly struck with an idea.

❝Doc, wait, you're into the science fiction stuff!❞ Emmett arches a brow but nods, assuming this must have been something they shared in the future for him to know; it was too on-the-nose to be just a lucky guess. ❝What do people think aliens look like in this time?❞

❝Aliens?❞ Emmett hums. ❝Well, not unlike how you and I were dressed up on that video footage of yours. Spacesuits that occasionally resemble divers' suits, flying crafts with gull-wing doors, advanced ray guns that could vaporise men in an instant!❞ He holds his finger and thumb up in the shape of a gun and makes a vaguely futuristic noise as he pretends to fire that reminds Marty of the phasers on Star Trek.

Marty's expression instantly turns devious and Emmett can see the threads of a plan quickly tying together in a knot.

❝You know, when I got here, I crashed right into this old man's barn. His son kept yelling something about aliens and he came back with a gun and tried to shoot me❞—Emmett's eyes go wide—❝talking about mutating into human form—❞

❝Wait a second, kid; you're the space zombie farmer Peabody claimed destroyed his barn?❞

Marty blinks and Emmett hops out of his seat, rummaging around the mess of papers on the living room table until he finds the one he's looking for with a triumphant aha! ❝Two days ago, they took the farmer in for observation at the Hill Valley County Asylum. He was raving to officials about flying saucers and extraterrestrials coming to take over the planet; I'm guessing he saw you in that radiation suit climbing out of the time machine?❞

Marty's fingers curl tightly into the newspaper. ❝Shit, Doc, I didn't mean to get the guy locked up! I didn't even know his place would be there, let alone that I was going for a quick trip through time!❞

Emmett shakes his head, awkwardly placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. ❝He'll be fine, Marty. So long as he's not deemed a danger to himself or others, he'll likely be released within a few days. But there's no time to worry about that right now; you were saying something about a plan for your father?❞

He takes the paper back gently from Marty who doesn't fight him to hold onto it longer. Marty sighs, running a hand through his hair, and it's clear enough the boy is fighting through at least four different emotions all at the same time by the way his face changes.

❝Right, right. I think what my dad needs is a little otherworldly incentive and this'll do the trick. Something that'll really light a fire under his ass and get him to ask my mom to that dance. I'm talking close encounter of the third kind, world-ending paradox level here.❞

So Marty plans to terrify his father into asking his mother to that dance.

It's a simple plan, all things considered, and judging by what Emmett had seen of George McFly earlier, there was a chance that this was exactly the kind of thing that would strike fear into the young man's heart in a way that ensured he wouldn't weasel out of it when his nerves got the better of him.

❝You're about to ask me for a ride to your pop's place, aren't you?❞

Marty smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck. ❝If that's okay? I've already got the suit and my Walkman, but, uh, Doc, you got anything that looks like a ray gun?❞

Emmett purses his lips in thought. In the lab, there was—no, that was incomplete and attached to a much larger project. What about—that would hardly make a convincing ray gun. ❝No, not offhand. If we had more time, I could build you something convincing enough to get the job done, however...❞

Marty nods. With his own mortal clock ticking down faster and faster by the second, there wasn't any time to spare; improvisation was the key to survival.

❝What about in your future belongings? On that video recording, I said something about a trip; I must have packed something if I was planning to be away for some time.❞

❝Yeah—yeah, you did! You tossed your suitcase into the DeLorean's trunk before I left!❞

Neither of them need to say anything before they're racing to the garage to look through whatever Emmett's future self had left them.

Marty leans over the opposite side of the DeLorean as Emmett sets the briefcase down on the car and pops it open. There's an abundance of clothes, Emmett notes, pulling out several articles of undergarments—all pure cotton; looks like by 1985, they still haven't found a cure for these damned allergies—several brightly coloured shirts of various patterns, and...a hairdryer?

❝What did you pack that for, Doc? Afraid they wouldn't have hairdryers in the future?❞

Emmett levels a cool look at the boy. ❝I didn't pack any of this. My future counterpart did. I can't speak to what he—I was thinking at that time.❞

❝Oh, right. Sorry.❞ Marty holds out a hand and Emmett passes the hairdryer over, watching as he turns the device over in his hands, inspecting it from every angle. ❝But this is perfect! Exactly the kind of weapon Darth Vader from Planet Vulcan would have.❞

What kind of name is that?

The hairdryer is pointed threateningly at him and Emmett plays along, throwing up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, to which Marty grins.

Putting on his best raspy extraterrestrial voice, Marty begins, ❝You have torn a rift in the space-time continuum! You must follow these instructions to the letter, otherwise I'll be forced to vaporise you with my heat ray!❞

Emmett arches a brow, figuring that the act will all come together once he's dressed up in that radiation suit of his and standing over a very sleep-addled George McFly. The late hour would only work in their favour. It was already past midnight.

❝I think we've got everything we need.❞ He lowers the 'weapon' and Emmett takes that as his cue to drop his hands back to his side. ❝If this doesn't scare him into asking her out, I don't know what will.❞

#doctober 2023 #back to the future #there was truly no other thing i wanted to write for this prompt than this #time to go terrify your to-be father marty!#god that whole extended/deleted scene is wild #but it explains why george missed the entire day of school fucking rip #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#THIS WAS SO FUN #&; i told queue it would work!

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ranpoesgirl · 3 months

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Can you please make another part of accidentally spilling that you slept with them? If you do please include Fukuzawa. My favourite dilf isn't getting the attention and hype he deserves😭

ACCIDENTALLY SPILLING THAT YOU SLEPT WITH THESE LOSERS BSD MEN II;

ft; sigma, tecchou, fyodor, fukuzawa ( i, ii )

a/n; many requested the new characters in the comments and they were a bit hard because I practically scrolled through the season just to see Ranpo…it was worth it (also I get you boo, father like son, very attractive)

SIGMA;

Nikolai had no off button much to your liking but as a friend of the poor soul, Sigma, you were forced to listen to him degrade you as he talks about how you were forced to be in this position, “-and you can sort of be my assistant’s assistant! Isn’t that fun? I’m sure you’re used to being a dog!!”

“In general? Or for him alone? Cause it definitely won’t be my first time being to him, in more than one way.”, you retorted with zero hesitation annoyed.

You heard a high pitch squeal from the two toned boy freaking out while the clown just blew a whistle.

TECCHOU;

“how lovely. I just might barf.”, Jouno growled at the sight of Tecchou sitting infront of him with a bowl of rice before him and a shaker of sugar in his hand.

You sat beside Tecchou waiting your meal to arrive, “honestly, I would rather see you eat rice with salt at least than sugar, how do you live with yourself? Also, we are eating out! So disrespectful to the chef!”

“I didn’t think he’d take it literally when I told him not to eat anything salty when he’s eating me out.”

you whispered these words so quiet that Tecchou couldn’t hear it but somehow the boy before him did.

“ name . In the nicest way, don’t even explain yourself because I don’t want to know.”

FYODOR;

Fyodor Dustoevsky, the most dangerous man unleashed in society, the man who views people as objects to use rather than a soul, the man who has the ability to unalive a human…

“I should’ve known a man can’t be both good in bed, enjoy classical ballet AND be a good person.” you mumbled those words to yourself alone.

You shocked yourself and looked around to see if anyone heard you and it seemed like no one did until you looked at the end of the table to see a certain detective stop nomming on his snacks at pause and stare at you.

Then he slowly smiled into the widest smile as if you told him you’d give him his favorite candy, “Buy me snacks for a month and no one knows your lewd secret!”

FUKUZAWA;

You didn't exactly work at the agency but if there was a need for a person on the field then you’d gladly join in.

Last night you spent a day at Fukuzawa’s place doing…stuff.

He invited you for a cup of wine and two like usual and like usual it ended up with something more, but what you weren’t expecting was the agency having an issue the next day and needing you to be present.

Like the reliable person you are, you went over to the agency and after the meeting, you were ready for your departure when Fukuzawa called out for you.

“You look tired and weak, do I…need to help you with anything?”

“Try being a little more gentle next time you’re drunk,”

Well, the entire agency was quiet, and that’s when you knew it was your queue to leave.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma x reader #fukuzawa yukichi x reader #fukuzawa x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #tecchou x reader

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im-a-ramblr · 2 years

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#...........................................................................................................................................#So I’ve spent the last several months dealing with burnout #and burst of situational depression as a result #I would have said I had a pretty good idea of what depression felt like #(for me at least.)#I would have also said I’d gotten better and was doing well.#Until about a week ago (almost two now) when I suddenly started falling sleeping all the time #and struggled to do homework or pay attention in class #Told my mom about it. She said it sounded like chemical depression (which she knows a bit about).#Talked about ways to deal with it #. Within the week it has escalated to having 0 thoughts (and not in a fun way) not want to do anything even projects that I’d been thrilled #On some level I know its probably a more mild case but it sucks all the same.#Its sad and hard and scary and I don’t like it.#I just want to go back to normal #i know life is about change and hard work and all that #but im so so tried #and i know its not how i actaully feel #but that doesn't change that its all i can feel atm #hiding this in the queue

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lucvly · 6 months

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girllll please do a smut where matt is on tour the reader is on the phone with him and she starts hearing his heavy breathing and grunts so she stops talking and he says something like “keep talking pretty girl, im so close”

— radio, matt sturniolo. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: smut smut smut. also this is short my bad. not proofread.

a/n: oh my god i saw this and knew i had to get cooking. i’m working on so many reqs rn be patient w me i beg !! sensitive stans dni i bite

at first, matt had begged you to come with him on tour, you two were together almost every day so it wouldn’t be all that different from your usual routine. however, as much as you would’ve loved to join him, you had to stay back home and tend to some important work matters. this meant having him away for almost a whole month.

not having your boyfriend around was painful to say the least. sure, you had work, family and friends to keep you busy, but nothing compared to having his presence right there next to you. of course, you texted every day at almost every hour, and you called each other every night to tell the other about your day and just hear each other’s voice.

on this specific night, matt asked you to call him a bit earlier than usual, which you didn’t mind at all. at the end of the day you got to hear your boyfriend’s voice, but it did seem a bit out of the ordinary.

“hi princess, nick and chris went to target to get some things we need, so i figured we could call a bit earlier.” matt spoke, his voice just as sweet as always, though you could sense a small smile in his voice. “tell me about your day, i wanna hear every detail.”

and that’s how an almost endless rant about your day started. you’d had an incredibly long day, you told him all about how you went to the bookstore in the morning and got some books that you’d been dying for, how you’d gotten some work done after that, then you told him about some meaningless argument you had with your mom.

“it was annoying, but– we’ll get over it.” you let out a soft sigh, laying back on your bed.

“i’m sure you will, baby.” matt’s voice seemed a bit deeper and breathier than usual.

his reply made your brows slightly furrow, normally he’d offer some sort of advice, try to comfort you or distract you but his reply was simply– underwhelming. he was never this quiet when it came to you. what on earth could he possibly be doing that made him go quiet— oh. as if on queue, to pull you out of your thoughts, you heard a shaky breath on the other line, followed by a slick and wet movement.

suddenly all the pieces started to click together in your head. was he jerking off? the thought of it made a small smirk appear on your face. you couldn’t believe him. he didn’t even have the decency to tell you so you could help him or join him? so that’s why he called you a bit earlier when his brothers were out, and that’s why he seemed so off throughout the call.

a part of you just wanted to go ahead and join him, tell him how much you’ve missed him over the past few weeks, how much you’ve been craving his fingers inside of you, or simply how much you’ve missed him inside of you. but the other part of you wanted to see how far he was willing to take this. it was funny enough that he didn’t realize you were already catching onto his situation, teasing him a little wouldn’t hurt.

“what should i do? i’m just, upset. you know?” your voice managed to sound the slightest bit sad, yet a smirk was displayed on your face.

“i– yeah, i mean–” he cut himself off before reconsidering continuing further with an act he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep up with any longer. the slick sounds from the other line had picked up a quicker and swifter speed.

“hm?” you only let out a hum. knowing he was getting off to your voice was incredibly hot, but you wanted to see what would happen if you just– stopped talking. knowing you had full control over him without him even realizing it was simply arousing.

all that could be heard from the phone were soft grunts and heavy breaths, followed by some slick sounds which only made the smirk on your face grow slightly wider.

“fuck– princess, just do me a favor and keep talking for me, yeah? i promise i’ll make it up to you.” his voice was breathy, short pauses with shaky breaths between almost every word.

“care to tell me what’s going on?” you teased, letting out a soft giggle. you were just as turned on as he was, but you wanted to focus on your boyfriend’s pleasure first and foremost because of the short amount of time you had before his brothers came back.

“shit– just keep talking, pretty girl, i’m so close, please.” his breathing was shaky, you could hear the slick and wet sounds getting louder, picking up a quicker speed as a low grunt could be heard over the phone. “god, i miss you. i miss being inside of you.”

“and i miss having you here with me, i wish i could take care of you,” your voice was sweet, and your cheeks started to heat up with the tint of a soft pink color. “i miss you.”

your voice was needy and barely even audible, but those three words were all he needed to reach his release. the pace of the wet sounds managed to quicken even more before a soft “shit–” could be heard over the phone, followed by a slightly louder groan as the slick sounds began to cease.

“you’re the best, you know that?” his voice was almost a whisper. he was clearly tired out, his voice a bit deeper yet softer than usual.

“at least let me join next time,” you joked, playfully rolling your eyes as if he was right there next to you to see it. a small smile was still displayed across your face as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“i will. i promise. next time will be all about you, princess.”

#lucvly #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo smut

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