So you control ants huh? *Owen stares at Hank, examinating him*
Interesting.......Is it like a mutual respect relationship? Do they see you as their alpha?
Hank crossed his arms. "They're my friends. I talk with them and ask them for help. Simple as that." He looked Owen over more. "Have we met before? You look familiar?"
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pure smut. nsfw. minors dni. fem readerxgojo
gojo is definitely the type to wake you up in the middle of the night and then tease you about it.
definitely wakes you so so gently, long fingers tracing delicate patterns across your hips, all the way up to your waist, before wrapping around you and dancing them everywhere but where you want him to be. mapping the insides of your thighs and brushing over your heat with agonising delicacy, enough to make you rut your hips up to meet him but not enough to satisfy you.
he'll play this game for as long as he can manage, relishing at how you turn to putty at his touch, how you snap into being entirely at his mercy despite your discomfort and frustration growing with each second, before turning you away from him and introducing himself to you from behind. he slips himself between your lips with ease, having gotten you so worked up, and takes as much time as he wants to coat himself in the slick that's built up between your legs.
but when he's had enough? he'll roll you on top of him before you can protest, and slide you down onto him with stunning ease. you catch your breath as he fills you up, but all the while he's wearing a grin on his face, enjoying the show. you begin to grind yourself against him, hips rolling back and forth, but his hold on you tightens, forcing you to stop.
"nuh-uh, kitten," he purrs, without further explanation, before pulling you down so that your lips meet his. his gentleness and slow pace are a stark contrast to your almost frantic anticipatory energy, and indeed his own slightly trembling breathing tells you that he's not in complete control. his thrusts in and out are painfully slow but equally delicious, as you appreciate his full length each time your hips meet. a few times you try to increase the speed, but each time you're met with a slap on your rear and a gentle "no", and despite your growing frustration, you do as you're told.
after what feels like hours of slow and sensual grinding against each other, gojo decides it's time for a change of pace, and grabs your thighs firmly as he flips you again onto your back, but pulls himself out, opting instead to rest on your soaking lips and pressed against your clit. you're reduced to a whimpering mess, having been fed just enough to keep your cunt wet and smooth for him, but you were still chasing that pleasure, that feeling of him fucking you as he does so well. he looks down on you, eyes wide with an almost innocent wonder, as you do your best to grab his hips and at least try to encourage him to be nice. despite your very obvious pleas, still he sticks to rubbing himself against your clit firmly.
"'toru please," you beg. he grins and breaths a laugh across your lips.
"really?" he utters, "begging?"
he adjusts himself so that he slips inside you once more, eliciting a groan from deep within your throat. the pace is slightly faster - slightly - and definitely harder. almost as if he was starting to enjoy himself a bit too much. it's better, it's more like what you want, but he's still pushing you to a point that was almost painful. like you need it.
"c'mon, pretty girl," he whispers with a smile, "say it again."
for a few delightful, intense seconds he ramps up his speed, hitting your sweetest spot with dizzying force, giving you exactly what you want. you can't help but whimper and whine beneath him when he slows to a stop again.
"pleease, satoru."
you hear how pathetic you sound, but you're past the point of caring. you're prepared to do anything to convince him to give up the act, to worship you so readily as he so often did. his speed fluctuates, building you up, and letting you down, over and over until you hit your limit with tears in your eyes as you plead with every lost orgasm. he knows exactly what he's doing; he just likes it when you say his name like this, where's the harm in that?
in a bid to convince him again, you lift up your knees to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, arching your back and holding him closely enough just to get him that little bit deeper, and at long last finding his achilles heel. with a panted "fuck" he finds the rhythm that's so familiar to you both. the strongest? not when it comes to you.
within minutes you can feel both of your juices sliding onto the mattress beneath you. gojo rests atop you with his face buried against your neck as you both catch your breath, chests resting against each other as you both float back to earth.
"3am," he mutters eventually, "alarm's going off at 6. you better get some sleep."
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been thinking about Alien/Space AU a bit lately so i wanted to redraw some of the guys! featuring never before seen Libra design, plus a Lucky design tweak. Levi in the meanwhile was perfect all along :)
the squad photo is misleading, Libra doesn't hang around with this crew, but i wanted to compare her and Lucky especially, being cousins and the same species and all. but it's really just funny as an image, she's right behind me isnt she----
i hope to revamp more designs eventually, and maybe get around to making new ones, but in the meantime, enjoy these three 💙👽
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*15
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles .)
∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room .
Living like a wanderer again had a lot of cons for sure. One of them being not knowing how to get from location to location on the grand line. Another was not knowing where one would lay their head down each night.
But it had it's pros. Stumbling into a random party at a bar she wasn't invited to but was welcomed in like a long time friend? That was a great perk of living life this way.
Seda was a few drinks down, laughing it up and being coaxed into joining in on the dancing that was breaking out all over the place. The bitter beer filled her with liquid confidence but to get up and dance around, not nearly enough. She'd need something harder to get up at start prancing around.
"What are you some kinda chicken?" Some toothless old man poked, the liquor turning his paper white skin a rusty red.
Chicken accusations were stronger than hard booze.
"Chicken!? Ha! Hardly!" Seda stood up from her table with shaky legs, cleaning her mouth of beer foam with the back of her hand. She scanned the room, looking for someone to join in on her peer pressured prancing.
No. No. No.. Maybe....
Most of the people were deep in their own cups so they didn't notice her bright green eyes evaluating them. Except for one. From across the room her eyes met with another, a shorter man with the deepest red hair she'd ever seen in her life. Outside of wanted posters of certain famous pirates.
He'd do.
She kept eye contact and then flashed a bright, drunk smile, cocking her head to coax him over for a dance.
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