contains public fingering and hand kink. and opla zoro.
You shivered as his hands trails along your thigh, feeling along the softness of your skin. Feeling the rough skin along your soft thigh made you shiver with arousal.
“U-Uhm…Y-You’re really turning me o-on…r-right now Zoro.”
“Oh really? What is it about me that’s turning you on precious? Tell me.”
You trembled and exhale shakily as his thick and rough hand gripped the fat of your thigh, his hand trailing along the soft skin of your inner thigh and teasing you with his fingers. You let out a little sigh as he smirks and looks down into your eyes before blinking blankly.
“Well? What’s turning you on pretty girl? I wanna know.” He asked, his hand trailing up higher between your inner thighs. You gasp out as you felt a thick finger prods at your clit, and you tremble slightly as he rubs your sensitive swollen pearl. “You’re teasing me Zoro~” You exhale shakily as you felt his other arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him.
He smirks and snicker. “Don’t act like you dislike it woman, you like my hands don’t you?” He whispers to you, his voice making you shiver with delight and arousal. “Mmh~ I love them s’much Zoro~” You mewl to him, a little squeak leaving your lips as you felt his other hand grip your thigh again. He chuckles and slides his hand underneath your thigh and lifting it up, his digits now teasing at your entrance.
“Z-Zoro!~ S-Someone might see us- Mh!~” You whine out shakily as you felt him plunge his digits into your cunt, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt his fingertips kiss your g-spot. “Hm?~ You were the one who said I was turning you on, don’t try and get scared now…” He teases you, a chuckle leaving him as he heard you mewl out once again.
“Mmh! F-Fuck! Y-Your fingers~ P-Please Z-Zoro~” You gasp, your toes beginning to curl while your sandals began to slide off. You grip his forearms tightly, your nails scratching against his skin while you bit your bottom lip tightly. “Look at your pussy sucking in my fingers, you better keep your voice down…” He whispers, causing your walls to cling to his digits. The sounds of your warm walls sucking and taking his fingers only turned him on even more, making him year to just stuff his dick deep in your sweet cunt.
“Z-Zoro!” You gasp out as you felt yourself wanting to cum, his fingers scissoring around deep inside of you. “Gonna cum already? You want the others to hear you squirt on my fingers?” The movements of his fingers increases speed, a sudden gasp leaving you before you quickly cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “You’re right there aren’t you?~ Go on and cum on my fingers pretty girl.” He whispers to you, giving you a sly smirk.
You whimper out and began squirming uncontrollably, a few gasps leaving you as you felt yourself ready to cum on his fingers. “Mmgh! M-Mhh!~” You arch your back and throw your head back as your walls flutter around his digits, a loud mewl leaving you as you finally squirt and release on his fingers.
Zoro hisses at the warmth tightness of your pussy around his finger, your grip making him grow hard in his pants as he begin to prods and pulsate against your back. “Ohh fuck, you look so fucking hot~ My pretty woman squirting out all over my fucking jeans like that.” He huffs, shoving his digits farther inside of you making you yell out a bit suddenly.
“Now you’ve turned me on, all those sexy moans and you squirting like that…I wanna fucking see you do that on my fat cock now.”
You moan out in desire, wiggling your hips against his crotch and practically bagging him to fuck you. “Please Zoro, my pussy wants more than just your thick and large fingers~” You pout to him, a sudden groan leaving his lips as he felt you grind your hips against his hardened cock.
“Don’t worry woman, I’ll fuck you just how you want me to, or maybe until you can’t stand up. Bend over the fucking sofa. Bend over right fucking now.”
He removes his fingers from your slit and you stood up before bending over on the soft cushions of the sofa. “Fuck me Zoro~ Please fuck me so good~ I-I want your dick deep inside of me so badlyy~” You whine, begging him to fuck you.
“You keep acting like this and I’ll fuck you in front of the whole crew, naughty fucking girl.”
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౨ৎ⋆ ˚。⋆ lover, please stay . . . gojo satoru x gn reader
⊹ ⠀⠀ how do you move on, when he never said goodbye? (0.3k)
there's a concept that isn't talked about enough.
the concept of desperately missing someone who likely hasn't thought about you in days...weeks...maybe even months.
it seems silly to miss this kind of person— who disappeared and left you alone to contemplate everything you ever did during your relationship, and let you believe that you were the reason why they walked away. the easiest thing in the world, is to blame yourself for the desolation of love. the easiest thing in the world, is to revisit the good times and analyze every single second. the easiest thing in the world, is to feel your heart reach out for him whilst knowing his arms will never try to hold yours again.
the easiest thing in the world, is to fall in love with satoru gojo...
...and the hardest thing to do, is to let him go.
'i made it into my program!'
the message sits in the text bar. you can't seem to let yourself press that tiny little arrow button, perhaps out of embarrassment or perhaps out of pride. satoru never even replied to your last text. it'd be pathetic to send another, right? desperate. clingy. psychotic. obsessive. no. you won't send it.
you can't.
satoru doesn't want to hear from you. he doesn't want to talk to you. he doesn't want to acknowledge your existence; so why would he want to receive another notification from a phone number that he likely deleted the contact of? stop humiliating yourself.
you wish you could. you really wish you could; but there's no way to erase the memories of him from that deep corner of your heart whose grip is so strong, you can't rip him out. you can't burn the itch in your brain that goes off every afternoon at one o'clock, urging you to dial his number and greet him with a smile. you can't demolish the attachment in your fingertips that wish they could type at a record speed to tell him the smallest details of your day. you can't erase the longing in your body to feel his touch. to hold him. to hug him. to kiss him. to tell him just how much he means to you— even though you mean absolutely nothing to him...
...because if you had meant something...
...he wouldn't have left.
⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading, reblogs are greatly appreciated
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inducing someone with your fingers is such a hot visual — pushing up the ball of their nose, dragging a nail down their septum, scratching the sensitive entrance of their nostril, pinching it shut, rubbing it to induce more sneezes like the list is endless plus them sneezing desperately into your hand
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Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!
This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.
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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....
For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon
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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.
The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like
Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.
He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.
Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.
He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable.
He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.
Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.
Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.
Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.
Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.
So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.
There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.
After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.
They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.
He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.
I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.
But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.
The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.
@thedragonchilde @amplexadversary @youreaclownnow
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You can’t force people to be honest with you. If you’re an up-front person who doesn’t have a problem asking for what you need, it can be easy to interpret wishy-washiness as cowardly and manipulative. It obviously sucks to be in emotional limbo, and I don’t blame you for interpreting their silence as a punishment. But have you considered it might also be a form of self-protection?
“Why won’t X tell me what’s wrong? I’m not a mind reader!” is a common complaint. But the question which often occurs to me is, who does that clarity benefit? Does the teller have reasonable grounds to believe expressing their anger is a safe or productive thing to do? Is it going to lead to deeper understanding, or just another argument? Is the person demanding an explanation going to listen, or use the teller’s complaint to retaliate, linguistically outmanoeuvre them, or adopt a position of victimhood? Often a request for clarity is disingenuous. We know what we’ve done and just don’t want to have to be the one to bring it up, because we feel guilty, and it’s easier to take a defensive posture than proactively apologise.
Not to mention that when we’re upset, the last thing we want is to give the person who offended us an opportunity to relitigate the situation. Especially if there’s wounded pride involved. It can be humiliating to confess the depth of your hurt feelings. That kind of honesty is an act of generosity, not emotional obligation.
Help Me Hera: Our Couple BFF's Won't Forgive Us
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