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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]

luxury & lingerie. a retail au

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.”

ᰔ pairing. retail au - rolex salesman gojo x victoria's secret associate reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo is the rolex watch shop's pretty boy & you're the victoria's secret lingerie store's new hire that works across from him. let's just say he's determined to get inside your pants.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, porn with plot (seriously that's all it is), smut, casual sex, possibly comedic, lots of terrible flirting, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, gojo's got a daddy kink that you really have no interest in entertaining, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, blowjobs, oral sex, praise kink, some degradation, sort of cum play, banter, suguru & choso are in it too (the hot-boy sales trio)

ᰔ word count. 6.5k

a/n. hellooo this started with this concept idea i had of hot retail worker gojo who just wants to flirt with you instead of actually do his job lmfao. this was seriously just a stream of my consciousness. hope you enjoy! and thanks to everyone that wanted to be on taglist for this. creds to @quinnyundertow for the sephora lipstick idea.

The sound of Suguru’s voice was the last thing going through Gojo’s mind right now.

“Anyways, I put the car in reverse, she’s on aux. I’m thinking, she’s gotta have good taste, right? She’s the one that suggested the Maneskin concert in the first place. But you know what she starts playing? Country music. Fucking country music. And I’m not necessarily opposed to a good— dude, are you even listening?”

Choso leans over the polished display case of the mens’ latest Rolex models, staring at the two idiots in front of him. “No, he’s not. He’s been ogling the tits on that mannequin over there for the past five minutes.”

Gojo finally blinks out of his trance, irritated. “I’m not staring at the mannequin, I’m staring at—”

You. New hire. Over at the Victoria’s Secret that was across from his turf at the mall. You were standing on your tiptoes on a mini ladder, wobbling a little, reaching up for a mannequin at the display window to switch out the corny yellow sleeping mask on its face for one that was a more sleek, satin blue.

The fabric of your uniform slid up slightly, skin of your midriff exposed, and he has to suck a breath in through his teeth.

“I called dibs on that a week ago,” Suguru says from where he stood, lazily leaning on the counter.

“No fucking way. I’ve got dibs.”

“Dibs? Really? I work with a bunch of prepubescents,” Choso groans, tipping his head back to stare up at fluorescent mall lighting.

Suguru’s voice sounds like he’s lax at the jaw. “Is anyone gonna tell her that’s the ladder they use to prop the door open, and not the one to flash Satoru’s horny ass while changing out a mannequin?”

“I’ll be the one to tell her,” Gojo says.

At the display window, you slowly peel the panties off of the mannequin without a thought in the world to use the store’s modesty curtain, and Gojo, Suguru & Choso are all staring. And probably every other man within the store’s radius.

“Holy fuck,” Gojo says, strained.

“Holy fuck, indeed,” Suguru marvels.

“She’s clueless,” Choso sighs.

“You can have the mannequin, I get the girl,” Suguru offers, something just to get under Gojo’s skin.

“Shut up. I’m going over there.” He stands up onto his feet from the leather client chair he had been sprawled across up until this point of his shift.

“Can’t wait for you to royally fuck this up,” Choso muses with a smirk, arms crossing at his chest.

Gojo grumbles something under his breath when he hears Suguru’s coo of agreement, and then he’s making his way across to the Victoria’s Secret entrance. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his black dress shirt, as if he expects the sight of the skin at his collarbone to have you seduced like a victorian man seeing a lady’s ankle for the first time.

He makes it through the welcoming glass doors that lead into the sultry & dark ambience that you would expect of a lingerie store, and he rounds to the right, stopping a few feet away from you.

You were combing through a rack now, lips pursed in concentration until he clears his throat.

Glancing over, your shoulders tense and you pull your retail headset earpiece down, leaving it hanging by the wire that was clipped to the neckline of your shirt. His eyes flicker to the nametag pinned above the curve of your breast. You look at him with wide eyes. “Oh, hi sir. How can I help you?”

“Oh, no, I’m not a customer,” Gojo quickly corrects you, although he liked the sound of sir from your lips, “I work over there.” He points with a jerk of his chin towards the obnoxiously gaudy exterior of the Rolex watch store facing the two of you.

You blink at him. “Ah, I see.”

“You new here?” Gojo asks, taking a step forward and resting his elbow up on the metal bar of the rack just to get more into your space. “Haven’t seen you around.”

The corner of your lip turns up slightly at his words. “Why? Do you keep a roster?”

“I—no, not really,” he responds, already a little speechless, “wait, a roster of what?” He’d say he does if it’s a roster of pretty girls he’s been fantasizing about tit-fucking all day long, with you being at the top—no, the only one—on that list.

You shrug a little. It’s kind of meek and cute. “Of new hires?”

He breathes in deep. “Yes. Yes, I do. I just like to make sure the newbies feel welcome around here. Y’know, taken care of.”

You smile, turn to face him and relax your posture. “Oh. That’s sweet. Yeah, I feel pretty welcome here, thanks.”

“That’s good.”

“I mean, everyone’s been really nice to me so far.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and I really like the break room on this floor. The last place I worked at didn’t have a toaster oven.”

“No way.”

“I wish the clock-in machine was easier to use though…”

“For sure.”

You glance at him suspiciously in the middle of your rant. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Cause you’re real pretty, angel.”

Your brow raises, the keys hooked to the loop of your jeans jingling as you place a curled hand to your hip. “Angel? Really? Cause of— cause of Victoria’s Secret angels?”

Gojo’s stiff, his elbow still resting on the cool metal pole, and he glances up at the ceiling before looking back down at you. “Uhh…sure? Yes.”

“That’s not very original.”

“Man, you’re really making me work hard for this. Unfortunately, that only makes me want you more.” He leans down closer to you, to catch the scent on your skin, and he can’t tell if you’re amused or annoyed from the way your cheeks round as you narrow your eyes at him.

��This is you working hard for it? You haven’t even told me your name yet, watch boy.”

He sees your fingers wrap around the cold metal bar of the rack, and he tries hard not to picture them wrapped around something else, but to no avail. You jut your hip out to bump him, pushing him out of your way, before you start rolling the rack down the store.

He trails behind you. “My name. It’s Satoru. But to you, I can be dadd-”

You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him with a scowl, but he was too distracted by the shape of your backside to be reflexive enough to stop himself in time, and he ends up crashing right into you. The momentum has you falling back with a gasp, tripping over the foot of the rack, and his arm flies around your waist to keep you upright, and then pressed up against him too just for good measure.

His face is just inches away from yours. “Shit. Sorry.”

Your arms are squished between his chest and yours, pinky tickling the skin at his collarbone, and the contact has him reeling. “I-It’s fine,” you say, lashes fluttering, “now let go of me, before I file a harassment complaint.”

He instantly retreats, releasing you, watching you stumble a bit before gaining your balance again. “God, no, please,” he sighs, “I really need this job.”

“You don’t act like it,” you mumble. You fix your hair in front of him and tuck the fabric of your shirt that came loose back into your jeans. He doesn’t have to touch your cheeks to know they feel hot, he can tell from the purse of your lips and the way you won’t make eye contact with him.

The voices of a couple women are heard from down the aisle, as well as the plastic clinking of hangers on racks as they peruse the sheer bralettes dangling in color-coded fashion. Gojo sees you struggling to pull the rack you were working with away to the side to let them through, and he comes up behind you, gripping the metal bar to do it for you. He catches the fragrance of your hair at the crown of your head, and he inhales slowly.

The women walk by, throwing a few curious glances at the two of you, and Gojo doesn’t move from where he’s holding onto the rack and has his arm pressed against yours, his only lifeline to find some reason to touch you right now.

You start pushing the rack forward again, and he continues to follow you, keeping a more respectful following distance this time. He’s distracted by the pair of crotchless panties hung over your shoulder. He picks them up by the string. “Who the fuck actually wears these?” he asks, dangling them in front of his face and turning them around in the air to inspect it.

Your eyes are set forward for your destination. “Middle-aged women that are desperate to seduce their husbands before those men ride the high of buying a $100k watch by fucking a twenty-something-year-old instead.” You snatch the pair from his hand. “I’m rooting for those women. The men at your Rolex store? Not so much.”

He’s on your heel until you round to a smaller section of the store, wheeling the rack over to a corner near the collection of lace panties sprinkled across cubbies under dim purple lighting. He glances over his shoulder and takes note that this area’s tucked away from the eyesights of the cash registers and storefront.

He hears you sigh, then say “Why are you following me?”

He meanders closer to you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks. “Because…y’know, like I said, I wanna make the new hire feel settled in.”

“I literally feel so very unsettled by you right now,” you say to him with a wry expression as you start sorting through lace underwear, referencing some chart in your hand to get it right.

He walks up to you and peers over your shoulder at the illustration, and notices the way you stiffen a bit but also lean back into him. “Huh…so the cheeky panties go in the left top & bottom cubes. And they’re the ones with medium coverage and…” he squints his eyes at the chart, dim lighting doing him no favors, “and they have an alarming fit.”

You scoff through your nose. “It says alluring fit. Can you read?”

“I— shut up. Yes I can read.”

You twirl around to face him, a hint of an amused smile to your lips. His eyes widen a bit at the sight of it, until he registers it’s a cheeky one, like those panties.

“Watch boy is illiterate. Must be why you still work in retail.”

“Yes, keep being mean to me, new hire. It’s hot,” he groans, hands still in his pockets as he leans towards you. You don’t shy away, just keep on looking up at him in this little corner he has you in, a twinkle in your pupils now that he wasn’t seeing earlier.

He’s surprised when your finger hooks the fabric in between two of the buttons on his shirt. You play with the material, pinching it, but never tug on it. “What’s a grown ass man like yourself doing still working for commission at a mall?”

“Okay, ouch, a little too mean,” he backtracks, watching your tongue briefly swipe across your lip, “let’s be a bit nicer.”

Now you’re tugging on the fabric, hooked finger pulling him closer to you until his hands have to fly out of his pockets and his palms press against the wall, caging you into it. “Illiterate and can’t take a dig. Pick a struggle,” you say to him with a sweet look up.

He’s getting the sense that you’re into him too. He grabs hold of your waist, thumbs rubbing your torso over the fabric of your uniform just to get a feel. “Well,” he starts, bringing your hips forward to his, pressing the erection he was building against you, “this illiterate retail worker could fuck you real good if you’d just give him the chance.”

A small gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening and you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Fuck, he wants to kiss you. Wants to be the one biting your lip right now. Your hand grabs his forearm, over the veins strained from his grip on you, your nails sinking into the skin left exposed by his rolled up sleeve. “It’s…It’s real well, watch boy. You’d fuck me real well.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll fuck you real well,” he tells you, as his head tips towards your cheek, lips brushing against it. It was just a tease, so he pulls away but still looks down at you in closeness. There’s voices around the corner, but he doesn’t really care.

“You’re awfully forward,” you breathe out, and he almost goes insane at the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he can’t help but jerk his hips forward a bit.

“Y’know what? Fuck it,” he grumbles, pulling the rack across behind him so he’s created a covered haven for the two of you against this wall, and then he kisses you.

There’s a yelp that he muffles from you as his lips move against yours, slow, because you're new to him and he wants to savor it. His hand finds the small of your back, spreads across it, pushing you to arch towards him, and his teeth catch your bottom lip when he feels your breasts press against him. You’re pliant, opening your mouth for him, and he takes up the offer to taste you. Soft & warm pressed up against him, a subtle sweetness on your tongue, and he only pulls away because you squeeze his shoulder hard.

You’re breathing fast, cheeks shy, a little cutely cross-eyed from his proximity when you look up at him. “I-…okay, I’m a little mad that you’re a good kisser.”

He hums, tip of his nose brushing against yours slightly and you grip the collar of his shirt to keep him close. “I’ll kiss you nice in a lot of other places too.”

It doesn’t really take much convincing after that.

“Oh…oh my god—,” you mewl, back against the mirror of one of this fine lingerie establishment’s fitting room stalls, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you raw with the aim to please.

“Shit, knew you’d be tight,” he groans, pressing a kiss to your jaw when you tip your head back in pleasure, throat loose with a moan, “pretty little new hire. Just had to break you in.”

“S-Satoru,” you moan through a breath, the sound of his name on your tongue having his cock twitch inside your walls, mixed with the pain of the grip you had on the hair at the back of his head.

He has your shirt bunched up along with your bra, tits exposed for him. His head dips to pull a nipple through his teeth as he feeds you with a few slow, deep thrusts, and his eye catches the earpiece of your headset, still clipped to your shirt, bouncing around with every one of his movements inside you. “Really hope that thing’s off,” he mumbles against your skin, “but if it excites you to have it on, I—fuck, I wouldn’t really mind either way.”

Your hand flies to his bicep when he runs his thumb over your clit, legs wrapping around him even tighter. “More. Need more,” you say, head in a haze, and he really could’ve cum inside you right then and there but he holds out to enjoy some more time buried in the warm pleasure of your cunt.

“If you want something from me,” he grunts between thrusts, “you’re gonna have to beg me for it, love.”

“Fuck me harder,” you cry, eyes shut closed, and he almost feels sorry for you.

“That’s a demand,” he informs, pinching the flesh of your ass and enjoying the way you clench around him from the action, “I told you to beg.”

“Please, oh my god, please—,” you start, moving your hips against his now, and he hears the lewd sound of your flesh slapping more fervently against the mirror. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Good girl. Pretty girl,” he praises you, thumb finding your clit again as a reward, “see what you get for being so nice to me now.”

He bucks his hips harder, your arms wrapping around his neck in desperation, chin resting at the top of his head as his lips fall to your neck, and he kisses, nibbles, sucks, anything to get that sweet taste in his mouth while he draws stars over your sensitive bud, eliciting broken whimpers from you over and over again.

“Gonna let me cum inside?” he asks, feeling his balls jump at just the thought of filling you up, his thighs feeling hot from the anticipation of you giving him the permission. “All that shit talk earlier about me being a dumb mall worker, but you’d still let me finish in you, right?” His hips stutter slightly, vision starting to blur, and he feels your walls flutter tightly too, “cause I bet it turns you on that you’re letting this dumb retail man fuck you senseless in a flimsy little fitting room right now, regardless.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re begging, the crack in your voice hoarse like you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Answer me,” he demands, retreating the thumb that was toying with your clit. He pulls one of your arms from where it was wrapped around his neck to pin your wrist to the mirror. “You want me to cum inside you or not?”

Your hips press so harshly against his that he hardly has any leeway to thrust anymore, and it makes him hiss in protest, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to let up. “I want—mhh, I want you to cum inside me, please, please,” you plead, desperate, grinding your clit against the skin above his cock, above the place he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, the sweet words processing in his head, and he loses all sense of control, motions eager and desperate, chasing after his high and his thumb is barely considerate enough to chase after yours too as it rubs relentlessly over your puffed up clit. You shiver against him, walls clenching around his cock impossibly tight, legs wrapping around his waist possibly even tighter, and he feels every nerve as you come undone around him. The gripping sensation your orgasm had on him has him faltering with harsh thrusts forward, and he holds your hips flush to his as the first spurt of his cum spills into you, followed by more with repetitive juts of his hips until he’s emptied himself entirely into you, and you’re just pumped full of him.

You swat at his chest, squirming as he leaks the last drop from the tip of his dick, and he can tell you’re overstimulated.

“Sorry,” he says through a short exhale, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, and he slowly pulls out of you, cock falling limp over his thigh, and he holds you until you find footing on the ground, albeit a bit wobbly.

“Oh no,” you mewl, clenching your thighs together when you feel his cum starting to drip out, and he quickly bends down to hook your panties up back into place. You give him a pointed look.

“What? The easiest clean-up is not letting it out,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him so he gets to feel the plushness of your bare breasts against him and he kisses the top of your head. “You’re real good, new hire. Or whatever the fucking proper way to say it is.”

He can tell you’re rolling your eyes even though your face is buried in his chest.

“You’re a dumbass,” you say, sounding muffled.

—

Gojo spends about 90% of his shifts meandering across the shimmering tile floors of the mall to the Victoria’s Secret, and only spends about 10% of them actually being a watch salesman. His boss was starting to get real fuckin’ fed up with him, threatening to fire him yesterday for the two-hour lunch break he took because he was eating you out in a storage closet, but he really couldn’t be bothered to care. He was an addict, and he needed to get his fix. Not before annoying the shit out of you, though.

“Alright, daddy’s home. Let’s get to it. I’m on my lunch break,” he says, walking right up to you in the middle of your shift while you’re folding slip dresses onto a display table, his hand reaching for your waist but you retreat from him.

“For that, get the fuck away from me.”

He sighs. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all day long. Do you purposefully walk your gorgeous self across the front of the store that many times just to tease the hell out of me? I’m suffering.”

“I walk across the storefront because I’m doing my job,” you mumble to him.

“No, I swear, you do it to—”

“Sweets,” one of your coworkers calls out to you from the other end of the store, the one with a pink buzzcut that acts kinda scary. “Is that man bothering you?” she asks through a smack of her gum, “want me to call security?”

“Yes.”

“What—”

After a couple of minutes of vindicating himself to mall security that he is not a threat to public safety, which you watch in amusement with no help at all, he’s shortly back at your side in a different section of the store to annoy you.

“When are you gonna wear one of these for me?” he asks, holding up a pair of jaguar-print panties.

“Never,” you say to him, scanning the tags on the underwear in a box of new arrivals, “those are ugly.”

“Okay, how about these,” he says, pulling a pair out of the box. “They’re see-through. I like that.”

“No,” you say, snatching it out of his hand.

“Oh c’mon,” he groans, doing a quick glance over his shoulder to check if the coast is clear before taking a step forward, pulling you to him by a finger hooked through the belt hoop of your jeans. “I’ll buy them for you. Ring me up.”

You look up at him, hand placed on his chest but you weren’t pushing him away just yet. “Really? You’re gonna buy me panties from the store I literally work at? At least have the decency to shoplift them for me.”

He has a smile on his face when he leans down closer to you, both hands now playing with the loops of your jeans. “Ohhh you’re into criminals. Will you tackle me to the ground if I do?”

“Yes, to arrest you. Not to fuck you.”

“Why not both?”

“Satoru,” you chastise him when you hear footsteps around the corner, and now you’re pushing him away and clearing your throat before busying yourself with the box again as a few customers walk by. Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets, and then his eyes widen a bit when his knuckles hit something.

“Oh yeah,” he says, “I got you this.” He pulls out a small, shimmering black tube and holds it out to you with an up facing palm.

You lean forward to glance at it. “Is that…lipstick?”

“Yeah,” he says, “the lady outside Sephora was giving out samples.”

You cross your arms at your chest. “The lady outside Sephora was giving out free samples of lipstick to you?”

“Can you just take it already? My arm’s starting to hurt.”

You swipe it from him and inspect it. Popping the cap open, you twist the cheap plastic adjuster so that the tip of the wax peaks out. It was a deep shade of red. “Did she try to talk to you?”

“Uhh, yeah. Something about how this new formula is smudge-proof or something. Was hoping we could test that out.”

You roll your eyes. “She probably wanted to test that out. With you.”

“What, are you jealous?”

“Not really, no,” you say and hand the lipstick back to him. He looks at you puzzled. “Lipstick isn’t really for me, sorry.”

“I literally saw you wear some the other day. That’s what gave me the idea,” he says, “of turning my dick into the shade of your lipstick.”

“Could you be any louder?” you hiss at him, glancing at a coworker who could’ve potentially been in earshot.

He shrugs and pinches the tube of lipstick between two of his fingers, holding it up between the two of you. “You sure you don’t wanna?”

Turns out you were not too opposed to the idea, but he had to earn it by making you cum a couple times in the janitor’s closet at the end of the floor. He likes having to earn the sight of you on your knees, it turned him on way more than he had expected.

“My jaw is so fucking sore,” he complains, opening and closing his mouth a few times to stretch it out, then runs a hand across his jawline. “You were a lot less sensitive today. Took way longer.”

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are,” you say, pulling the buckle of his belt loose, sitting back down onto your heels to get more comfortable while you undress him.

“Bullshit. Should’ve used that insult maybe the first or second time I gave you head. It’s too late now, after the filthy things you’ve said to me in your desperation to cum.”

He watches you flutter your lashes a few times, fingers stopping their movements, and you shift a little from where you were seated on the ground. You were aroused, but still committed to the attitude. “I don’t have to do this for you, you know.”

He shudders a little. “Wait, you seriously don’t want to? You don’t have to.”

You sigh. “You were supposed to demand me to do it anyways. Would’ve been hot.” You pull his belt loose and your thumb and index finger pinch the button open with ease. “You don’t wanna fuck me, though?”

“Of course I want to fuck you, I will always want to fuck you. But the last time we got rowdy in here, I almost killed you when I knocked the shelf over.” A chill runs down his spine. “Not taking any more chances.”

You giggle a little at the memory while zipping down the front, then your fingers dig into the fabric of both his slacks and his boxers, pulling them down until he’s sprung free, fully thick and hard, courtesy of the cute sounds you were making earlier while his tongue was playing with your clit.

“Are you not gonna put the lipstick on?” he asks.

“No.” You grab a hold of him mid-way, giving an experimental tug, and raise from your seated position onto your knees.

“But—”

“I told you, lipstick isn’t my style,” you say, eyes flickering up to him when you kiss the tip. He sucks a breath in.

“Damn, okay. I was genuinely curious if it was smudge proof. The lady was really hyping it up,” he says and he sees your shoulders drop.

“Enough of the Sephora lady,” you mumble, pressing your lips against his tip again, but as less of a kiss.

There’s a sulk in your posture from where you look up at him on your knees. His heart does this weird thing where it aches a little, and he wants to get rid of the pout on your face with a few sweet words, but he settles for pushing the tip of his cock past your lips instead. Works all the same in the end. “Good girl,” he groans when you take him all the way to the back of your throat, and your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh as you let out a muffled moan.

“Fuck…” He pulls his hips back slightly, allowing you to adjust, but when you swallow and his tip feels the roll of those muscles, he’s pushing into your mouth again. “C-Can you take more?”

You try your best to give him a nod and you bob your head once, tongue swiping over the vein that was throbbing the proof of his need for you right now.

“I’ll finish fast, baby,” he tells you, voice husky, fingers combing through your hair gently, “just take it how I want it, and I promise I’ll be quick, okay?”

You nod again, thumb rubbing the skin near his groin in reassurance. You squirm a little and press your thighs together when he grips your hair tighter now, encouraging your head to bob up and down on him, and you do as he wants. Your cheeks hollow out, sucking on him, and he swears he’s already close to cumming.

“Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he grunts under his breath, “good. Just—just like that. You’re so good. Pretty girl,” he juts his hips forward to see if you can take it, and you do, “on her knees for me.”

Your throat vibrates with a moan, and he sees you squirm even more. You take him all the way in, to a place deeper than the back of your throat, so well without a gag but there’s a prickle of tears in your eyes, and he rubs your cheek softly while he feels the sweat collect at his temple. “Oh fuck, I’m— shit, baby. I’m close.”

You drag your lips across his length, retreating with a thorough hollow to your cheeks, and release him with a pop and your tongue stuck out connecting a string of your spit to his tip. Your hand immediately starts to rub him up and down as you look up, and the soft panting leaving your lips and fanning across his cock has him swallowing hard. “S-Sorry, needed a break.”

“That’s okay,” he says, swiping at some of the saliva pooled at the corner of your lip. “Take your time.”

You kiss his tip in acknowledgment, then take him in again, this time both hands working at the base as you bob up and down, more free with your moans and the sensation of them reverberating in the canal of your throat makes him grip your hair with both hands, desperate.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” he grunts, head tipping back and hitting the door. “Real close. Your mouth feels so good, you’re driving me insane.”

You suck on him, hard, taking him in to his favorite place that’s at the back of your throat, and when your hand reaches out to play with his balls, paired with the sensation of fast exhales through your nose onto the skin of his groin, his eyes close shut and strained and he’s jerking his hips forward to spill his cum down your throat. “Fuuuuck. Oh my god.” He exhales, watching you swallow over and over again as he pumps into your mouth, then he slowly pulls out when he feels that he’s done.

You sit back down on your heels, hands now neatly folded on your lap, looking up at him and his thumb prods at your bottom lip for you to open your mouth. You do as he wants, tongue hanging out in the process, and he sighs in satisfaction when he sees you’ve swallowed it all. “Beautiful, baby. Come here.”

With a hand wrapped around your arm, he gets you up on your feet and kisses you. You hold onto the fabric of his shirt for purchase, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. “Doing okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, tightening your grip on his shirt, “I liked it. Liked it when you said I was good.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “More than good, angel. You’re perfect.”

—

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. You look like you could use a break,” Gojo says to you in Victoria’s Secret on a random Saturday morning. He usually always works on Saturday, but he’s never seen you here on a Saturday before. Apparently you were picking up extra shifts since you were going on vacation next week, something about a wedding in Spain. But you’d worked six consecutive shifts in a row, and the exhaustion was starting to show.

“I don’t know…your store scares me,” you respond back to him. You were behind the register, and he was pretending to buy forty-two pairs of panties just to talk to you.

“It’s not scary. I just want to show you around,” he says, standing up straight from where he had been leaning over the counter.

You eventually give in, toying with your name badge as you make your way around the counter to him, eyeing the smile on his face before he leads you through the aisles and eventually across the mall to the Rolex watch store.

It wasn’t horribly busy for a weekend, but there were still a few clients around. Choso was helping out a regular, a man who has bought four $200k watches within the past two months, and Choso’s been biting his nails worried he’s going to have to play witness in a tax evasion court case should that client eventually get caught by the IRS for fraud one of these days.

Suguru comes around the corner the second he sees you walk through the polished glass doors, and Gojo’s already annoyed.

“Hey, it’s the new hire,” he greets you, stretching his hand out and you accept it in a shake. “I’m Suguru.”

“Not really new here anymore,” you say to him after introducing yourself, “been here for a couple months now.”

“Oh really? Time flies. Thanks for all the shows, by the way,” he jerks his head off to the Victoria’s Secret store, “I’ve enjoyed watching the 101 ways you can remove a bra on a mannequin. Might have to incorporate some of them into my personal life.”

Gojo scoffs. “Yeah right, like a woman would let you within a hundred feet of her bra.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow with a sleazy smirk on his face, before leaning closer to you. “Should we prove him wrong about that, darling?”

Gojo hates the way he sees you blink your lashes at him and blush, so he’s grabbing your hand and walking you across the store, away from Suguru. He circles you around to the back near one of the display counters. Ladies’ new Datejust models, pretty classy and feminine. He walks to behind the counter, with you staying on the other side, like you were a genuine sale.

“See anything you like?” he asks, resting his elbow on the glass and peering down through it.

You blink at him. “Uh…of Rolex watches?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm…” you press your index finger to your chin and glance at a few. “I like that one.” You point with that same finger and he follows the line with his eyes.

“Hm,” he says, using his key to unlock the case, then slides the opening to the side to gently pull the watch out. “Oystersteel and yellow gold, 18 karat. Wanna try it on?”

“Sure.”

He releases the safety clasp, pulling apart the band, and slides it through your hand down to your wrist, then fastens the clasp until he hears a click. You immediately raise your wrist up into the air, twisting it to assess, and there’s a sparkle in your eyes.

“How much is it?” you ask.

“Thirty.”

“Thirty-what?”

“Thirty-thousand.”

Your jaw drops. “Oh my god. Get this thing off of me.”

He laughs and his hands find the clasp at your wrist, unfastening it and you’re trembling a bit as you shake it off before he catches it in his palm. “Not my fault you literally chose one of the most expensive watches we have in this section.”

“This is insane. How do people afford any of these?” you ask, feet wandering and now you’re clearly curious as you inspect the cases.

“We have more affordable watches available for lingerie store workers,” he tells you, clicking his tongue to get your attention and you turn around then follow him to the other end of the counter. He points at the glass. “These are all under three-thousand.”

“Oh…” you peer at them with interest, and he watches you. His eyes fall to your wrist.

“Here,” he says, sliding the display case door open, and pulls out another watch, “I think you’d look nice in this.”

He shows it to you for a second before releasing the clasp and holding onto your hand to slide the watch through it. After fastening it, he looks up at your expression, and his heart’s beating a bit faster. You turn your wrist in the air to marvel at the watch, and he thinks your eyes look stunning from the way the shimmer of the watch reflects off of them.

“Wow,” you say.

“I knew you’d look good in anything rose gold,” he says, both elbows on the counter as he watches you, “this one’s only a couple thousand.”

You’re still a little speechless as you look at it, right index finger tracing the dial. He wants to buy it for you. He could, it’s not much of an issue, he’d just have to kiss goodbye to that used gaming PC he’s been eyeing on craigslist for the past couple of months, but something in his gut tells him it’d be worth it. Something in the soft look in your eyes right now tells him it’d be worth it.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“That it’s beautiful,” you say to him, swallowing and then extending your wrist out to him. “Sorry, wearing it for too long. Probably lost a few hundred bucks in value just from the two minutes it was on my wrist.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll buy it for you.”

Your mouth gapes. “W-What?”

“I mean—if you actually like it. Then, I don’t mind,” he says, suddenly a bit flustered.

“Satoru. That’s insane. This is a two-thousand dollar watch.”

He shrugs. “I know, but it looks good on you. I can’t shoplift this one for you, though. But I’ll buy it if you actually want it. And if you lie and say you don’t like it, just to be nice, I’ll read right through it. So be honest.”

“I…” you start, “I really can’t accept that.”

His eyes are level with yours, and something about your persistence in your refusal just makes him want to buy it for you even more. But he’s not gonna push it anymore. He’ll just try to work towards a day where you’ll accept it from him. Where it won’t even be a question to want to decorate you in something as pretty as you are.

“Alright. Then give it back, it’s probably only worth a couple hundred now.”

a/n. hope you enjoyed!! this was fun to write. it was supposed to be longer but i cut it short so maybe part two lol?? i also wanna write versions for choso & suguru in this au lol maybe like a multi in one verse kinda thing haha i like the idea of a hot watch salesman trio. thank you for reading 💕

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absolution

javi gutierrez x reader (2.7k)

Javi misses your date and has some making up to do.

A/N: This started because I was listening to MAMMAMIA by Maneskin on repeat and I couldn’t stop thinking about Javi G on his knees in front of his lady. These two love the pants off of each other (literally).

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javi Gutierrez of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

fiance!Javi

some D/s dynamics (not hardcore)

dom!reader

sub!Javi

use of religious language to describe sex (there’s a theme, idk)

oral sex (male + female receiving)

anal fingering (male receiving), just a little as a treat

a very sexy dress (link in case you’re having trouble visualizing)

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

10:42 pm

You’re seething as the numbers tick higher on the small clock beside the huge king-sized bed. One thing that never changed in all the hotels you visited with Javi, they all had the same shitty, annoying alarm clock sitting by the bed.

Shooting for this most recent project had so many locations–between photography, location shoots, studio shoots–and Javi insisted on being there for all of them. You’ve spent the last eight months crisscrossing the globe after your fiance and his passion project, watching him work to the bone for some sort of perceived perfection while the rest of the world turned on without him.

Tonight was supposed to be different.

Javi made reservations at the hotel restaurant for seven o’clock and promised he would be there. In all your time knowing him, he’d never broken a date with you, or anyone for that matter. But when eight o’clock rolled around, you settled back in your chair, called the waitress over, and ordered.

The mushroom risotto was delicious and the chardonnay tasted as expensive as it billed. You had the rest of the bottle sent up to your room for good measure. And now you’re waiting. Because good food and wine have sated your hunger, but not your fire.

It’s not until 11:03 that you hear the electronic click of the lock and your fiance finally enters the room. He strides in with his back to you,

“Late night?” you clear your throat and retrieve your half-finished glass from the low table by your seat.

Javi turns on a dime and his mouth falls open. Even from your seat across the room, you can practically see his pupils dilate as he takes in your form, clad in the sexiest dress you’d ever braved. It featured a false wrap-style v-neck, and for the kicker–double thigh slits. If you moved a certain way, it was clear you weren’t wearing underwear beneath.

You’d shown up at dinner dressed to the nines, dripping in the jewelry Javi had bought you over the years. And you’d left the same way. In the suite, you’d dressed down, putting your heels away in the small closet and taking everything off except for the earrings you always left in and the pendant he’d gifted you for your first anniversary–a single blue-green sapphire set in white gold that hung just perfectly at the crest of your cleavage.

“It’s the same color as the sea back home. Reminds me of you, because well, you’re my home too,” he’d explained as you had looked over it speechlessly.

“Have you eaten? My dinner was delicious,” you stand and turn your body to face the window, but your eyes stay on him.

You see it in his eyes. The exact moment he remembers the date he planned and everything he promised you, swept up in time and replaced with this crackling tension between you.

“Mi amor,” his face pales instantly as he crosses the room to you, but you hardly give him a glance. Instead, you lazily sip at the wine in your glass and circle the room to maintain your distance. “Please forgive me. I got caught up at work. I’m so sorry.”

“I waited for you, Javi,” you finish the wine and set the glass on top of a dresser, striding languidly towards the bed. “Alone in that damn restaurant.”

“Fuck, my love, it was never my intention to leave you there tonight. The shooting ran late and then the director wanted to go over some things, and then one of the actor’s agents called about a contract dispute…It’s a poor excuse, I know. I just now got away, and…Please forgive me, mi amorcita.”

“I won’t be a bystander in your life, Javi,” you settle yourself on the end of the bed and part your legs so the fabric parts around them. “It hurt me, sitting there alone. I miss my fiance.”

Javi drops to his knees in front of you, his gorgeous face twisted in anguish. “Please, tell me how to make it up to you.”

Showing the slightest mercy, you reach for him and relish the way he leans into your touch. With the softest grip on his golden chocolate curls, you guide his cheek to rest on the inside of your bare thigh. “Beg.”

So close to what he wants, he’ll never take it without your permission, even as he eyes the wetness peeking out from under the slit in your skirt.

“I want to taste you, please. I want to drown in you and feel you cum on my tongue. Let me give you as many orgasms as you can take.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” you muse, pretending to be distracted by something on the bedspread. The truth is, you know you’ll cave as soon as you look him in those gorgeous brown eyes.

“Please, princesa, I know I fucked up,” his accent weighs heavy with his distress. Javi’s hand traces up and down the outside of your thigh, “Let me make it up to you.”

You look down at your fiance, and your heart breaks a little. He didn’t mean to forget dinner, and you know he feels awful. Besides, he’s been terribly stressed with his new project and it’s not like you two have spent much time together lately, not like you used to.

“Okay, Javi, I forgive you. Now make me cum,” you purr.

A giggle escapes when he hooks his arms around your knees, forcing you to land back on the bed with a light bounce.

“I am so fucking sorry, mi querida,” he growls, sucking and kissing up the skin of your inner thighs. “I swear on my life, on my father’s grave, it will never happen again.”

You want to remind him that maybe now isn’t the best time to bring up his dead father, but then he swipes his thumb against your clit and all that comes out is a high-pitched moan

“Fuck, Jav,” you reach down to bury your hands in his curls and feel him nip at your skin in response.

“Never leaving this bed again,” he licks the flat of his tongue up your slit and you buck your hips up, chasing the sensation. “Can’t leave you, can’t leave this.”

Javi is a man used to the finer things in life. It’s what happens when you grow up on a huge estate, surrounded by servants, never wanting for anything. But one thing has always sated him, left him content and pliant at the end of your fingertips, and he’ll drink at it for hours if you let him.

You’re still clothed, however the dress you’d specially chosen for the occasion is just garnish. He’d been meant to savor it all through dinner, feast his eyes before taking an indulgence of the flesh, but you were never one to deny your lover. Especially when his absolution feels so divine.

From the first time he took you to bed, Javi made it a point to learn you. He was certainly a skilled lover, but over time he’s grown incredibly attuned to every little sound, every little twitch and jerk as he works you over. And he’s certainly eager.

A steady-building pleasure grows in your belly as he licks from your entrance up to your clit, over and over. Each time you can feel the proud jut of his nose bumping against that little bundle of nerves as he dips lower.

Your first orgasm comes quickly, and your fingers grip hard at Javi’s hair. But he doesn’t stop. If anything it spurs him on further. The taste of your first release drives him on and you can’t help but cry out when he sucks on your clit.

You’re not sure how long it is, or how many times you’ve cum, but eventually you’re overstimulated to the point of pain. You push Javi’s head away from your core, making him whine.

“S’too much,” you pant, “Gotta give me a break.”

At the blown-out look in your eyes, he’s worried. “Did I do too much? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, Javi, you never hurt me. M’just sensitive is all.”

You reach for him and he obliges, laying down beside you on the bed. Now that he’s finally close, you pull him in for a deep kiss, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. When you need air again, he just kisses and nips down your jaw, still putting his mouth to really good use.

“I’m so sorry, mi amorcita,” he murmurs into the tender skin he soothes with a kiss. “My mind has just been so-so…scrambled lately.”

“I know, Jav. I’ve been a little worried about you.”

At your confession, his face falls. You know he never wants you to worry about anything.

“You work too hard, Javi,” you continue, running your hand down his exposed chest. “Too much espresso, not enough sleep.”

Your love sighs deeply under your touch, a weight lifting at your words. “I will do better.”

“Let me relieve some of that stress?” your lip curls in a smirk as your hand slips lower and lower until you’re fiddling with the buckle of his belt. Just below, his zipper is struggling to contain an impressive erection, the thought of which already has you salivating.

Javi flushes, voice raspy all of a sudden. “I still have some making up to do, no?”

You shake your head as you slip from the bed beside him into nearly the same spot he was in moments ago. “This night was supposed to be about you, cariño. I’d like to get it back on schedule.”

He doesn’t breathe as you settle into position, a serpent preparing to strike. Your hands run up and down his clothed thighs, just to feel him tremble beneath you.

“Easy, baby,” you soothe. “Gonna let me get you all nice and relaxed?”

Looking up at him, you wonder how you got so lucky. His curls are disheveled, sticking every which way from your grip on them as he brought you to ecstasy after ecstasy. Sweat glistens across his golden skin, flushed from the summer heat and more. You want nothing more than to bite his bottom lip, the one that sticks out as he pants for breath, nodding eagerly as you finally cup his bulge with your hand.

“Words,” you click your tongue at him.

“Yes, please.”

With his consent, you take your time with his belt, removing it completely from the loops and setting it to the side. Then you’re undoing his pants, careful not to pinch or pull on the skin that pushes up against his waistband. As the button pops open, you lean forward and give the imprint it left behind a kiss, and Javi shudders above you. You’re just as methodical with the zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth until it reaches its end.

When you look back at your fiance, his face is caught in a mixture of concentration and ecstasy, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with the struggle of staying still.

“Javi.”

Deep brown eyes find yours in a heartbeat, searching for answers, instructions, pleasure. Whatever you’re willing to give.

“I love you.”

Immediately he relaxes, the curve of his spine returning to normal as some of the energy pent up from his day releases, leaving only room for you and the pleasure that’s to come.

“I love you too, mi princesa.”

“Tell me you want me to suck your cock.”

A groan rattles somewhere in his chest and his knuckles go white as he grips the sheets. Javi is vocal about giving you pleasure, but tends to go mute when asked about his own. But you’re not doing anything else until he asks for it. You want him to get used to asking for what he needs. You won’t let him burn himself out like this anymore.

“I want-I want you…mierda. I want you to suck my cock. Please,” he rasps, little more than a whisper.

You grin up at him as your hand slips under the band of his boxer briefs to find the weeping head of his cock. “You’re so good for me Javi,” you praise as you run your thumb through the dribble of precum that’s gathered there. “Telling me what you want. I love that, thank you.”

He’s more than ready when you finally take him out, but you still take your time. The first sloppy kiss to his head and Javi is digging his fingers into the bed below, brow knit in concentration. You work your way down to his neatly trimmed base before coming back up the other side.

Javi’s fingers thread through your hair, not insistent, just an anchor to the present. He tugs lightly when you first swallow him down, curses dripping from his kiss-swollen lips. After all your time together, you know exactly what it takes to get him right to the edge. Your tongue works the underside of him as you lazily bob up and down.

Your eyes cut to his to find them glued on yours as you work him. “Fuck, Jesus, querida, stop or I’m going to-”

You pull off of him, but your hand still works up and down his shaft. “You’re going to cum for me Javi, just like this. Let this be your final penance.”

With that you go back to your task, taking him down your throat until your eyes water. Two of your fingers gather some of the spit and precum that’s dribbled down to his base and you use it to gently work against the tight ring of muscle just a few inches below.

Javi looks divine like this. The tendons in his neck bulge as he throws his head back in pleasure. He’s screwed his eyes shut and you wish you could be in two places at once so you could lick the bead of sweat away forming at his temple.

“Wanted to- wanted to, fuck- I wanted to fuck you like you deserve,” he pants through gritted teeth. “But this is…” He doesn’t finish, because that’s when your fingers press in to breach his ass, and a low groan rattles through his chest.

The taste of him hits as you curl your fingers against his prostate. His fingers scratch against your scalp as you swallow against him again and again until he’s a shaking, muttering mess above you.

You release his softening cock with a soft pop sound and grin up at your utterly wrecked, not-a-stressed-bone-left-in-his-body fiance. As he tries to catch his breath, you rise from your position on the floor and hope Javi can’t hear your knees pop as you slide onto the bed next to him.

Javi pulls you in for a kiss and tugs you up the bed so you can lay beside of him. He doesn’t pull away until you’re firmly tangled in his embrace.

“I love you, and I’m so sorry about dinner.”

You smooth a hand over his disheveled curls. “Javi, you’re forgiven. Just don’t forget that you have a life outside of work. I will do everything in my power to support you in whatever you choose to do, but I won’t watch you neglect yourself. I love you too much.”

“I hear you. And I will…I will try to do better.”

“That’s all I ask. Maybe one day this week you can let the cast and crew have a break and we can have a do-over for dinner?” you ask hopefully.

“Yes, I think maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday. We’re supposed to shoot with-”

“Details later, Jav,” you silence him with a peck to the lips. “You never answered my question earlier. Did you get a chance to eat?”

He winces a bit and gives you a look, “I had some crackers and hummus from food services.”

“Let’s call down for room service and then you should get some rest. I plan on letting you do some more making up before you head off to set tomorrow.”

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez smut #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x reader smut #x reader #x reader smut #sub!javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #tuwomt fanfic #pedro boys

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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infinity

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist | rules

"it’ll be fine. i’m the strongest there is, after all."

"throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honored one.”

synopsis:

you were the strongest gifted alive. you possess the greatest ability of them all; something that is unlimited, endless, without a bound—infinity.

limitless (無下限, mukagen) this ability brings the concept of "infinity" into reality, allowing gojo [name] to manipulate and distort space at will.

infinity (無限, mugen) is the point at which an infinite series comes to a halt; anything approaching the infinity slows down and never reaches the user. this is due to the ability dividing the finite amount of space between the two subjects an infinite number of times.

in mathematics, no matter how many times a number is divided, it can never be reduced to zero. instead, they will be left with fractional units that are so small that they are imperceptible to the naked eye. the limitless makes this concept a reality, so anything attempting to enter this infinitely divided space will slow to the point of appearing to stop completely.

in this gifted world of detectives and mafias, you are the honored one, throughout heaven and earth. people feared you and wanted you because of the ability you possessed, but you were untouchable, or so you thought.

warning:

possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs—along with jujutsu kaisen and gojo satoru in general.

you have gojo satoru's surname and cursed technique, which is ability, namely, in this case.

since this is a jujutsu kaisen and bungou stray dogs crossover of sorts, certain characters from jujutsu kaisen will appear. take note that the concept of curses have been subjected to change in order to fit bungou stray dogs. (see character profile below for more details).

this is now a oneshot series. just like chaos — scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader that is dependent on requests of headcanons and scenarios sent in my inbox.

reader is afab unless stated/requested otherwise.

playlist:

infinity, jaymes young

king of the clouds, panic! at the disco

walls could talk, halsey

shame on me, avicii

greek tragedy, the wombats, oliver nelson

lost in paradise, ali, aklo

hot n' cold rock version, katy perry

don't blame me, taylor swift

doin' time, lana del rey

after dark, mr. kitty

devil's advocate, the neighborhood

swim, chase atlantic

friends, chase atlantic

house of memories, panic! at the disco

hayloft ii, mother mother

i wanna be your slave, maneskin

without me, eminem

villain, bella porch

like that, tobee maguire cover

tbd, (k)now_name

is there someone else?, the weeknd

foreshadow x style, enhypen & taylor swift

gojo [name], the strongest and untouchable ability user !

character profile

a description of gojo [name]

a bit too much

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which your six eyes gives you headaches and they comfort you

my heaven on earth

feat. dazai, chuuya, and fyodor — in which they find their heaven on earth through you

gone

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you get sealed in the prison realm right before their eyes

strawberry shortcake

feat. chuuya — in which he brings you home your favorite cake and it resurfaces bitter memories

like that

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you show-off your physical strength and it makes them in awe

unbothered

feat. dazai — in which you use your infinity to shield yourself from the rain and dazai rains on your parade

congratulations

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you adopt two children and congratulate them for being a father mow

limitless

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you use infinite void, the very arsenal of your limitless ability

honored one

feat. dazai, chuuya, and fyodor — in which you show them the hollow purple of your limitless ability

jealousy, jealousy

feat. dazai — in which gets jealous of you being too close with ranpo on a beach day

triple black

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you three become yokohama's most vicious trio

upon the tainted sorrow & no longer human

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you love them both respectively no matter what

perfect

feat. chuuya — in which he sees you dolled up in a kimono after inviting you to a summer festival

paparazzi

feat. fyodor, sigma, and nikolai — in which they are your biggest fans (and by fans, that means they watch you)

to learn is to love

feat. dazai — in which you and dazai have to travel in a bus

the only one

feat. chuuya — in which you assure him that he's the only one for you no matter what

when they see you snap

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which they see you lose your sense of control

and i hope i never lose you

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which they almost lose the person they love the most

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #fyodor x reader #sigma x reader #yosano x reader #ranpo x reader #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #𝜗 navi 𓂃 !

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dawningfairytale · 4 months

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What are your jagertitty ship songs?

HELLO ANON!!! so here is the playlist!!!!!!

and i'm going to go through the songs :)

this one is so jagertitty, and not just because i called siren au "fight so dirty, but you love so sweet". it's like, they're so desperately in love with each other, so sacrificially, but so murderously. they're both predators, but at times become each other's prey.

max and grace are both hungry. hungry for power, hungry for each other. i think they do love each other, yeah, but grace is ready to kill him, and max still throws her under the bus when talking to kyle (i will not rest until i taste grace chastity's little peach). lotta food metaphors with these two.

no it's no because i've watched this scene from glee ten times this weekend what do you mean what do you mean. this one's on here because, granted, while i don't think either of them would cheat on each other, grace does fuckin kill him. she's cold hearted and conniving, despite that, if they actually dated, she'd be the one getting that warning

first off, title idea. idk if i wanna say it because i feel like it gives the concept away too much, and it'd be a oneshot. war and love, them. they are each other's downfall, in one way or another. they are doomed. beloveds.

i think it encapsulates the absolute need they have for each other and how head over heels they are, how much they're into each other. they both want to be the other's obsession, and neither (i dont think) has really had sexual (grace) or romantic (max) feelings to this extent before.

it bops.

not the most accurate, arguably grace has too much character. but like. specifically at the end, she has begun to manage her facade. no one warned max that she'd be Like That (tbf he was into it) because no one really could.

insert o mio padre there's a ghost in my body here. another fic idea. :)

au where grace sings this while max gets dragged to hell

there's also britney spears toxic (i'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic, works both ways). mammamia maneskin (max is "all eyes on me, i feel like a superstar" because he likes power and being perceived as being powerful, and i think "give me a command and i'll do what you ask bc my favourite music's your uh uh" works well for both of them, but specifically max to grace. but like. dirty dirty girl won't you sing for me). vampire olivia rodrigo (grace had to give up her chastity, and yeah she had to but she still lost something that mattered most to her. and loathes it. max because he fucking killed her. twice.) and judas lady gaga because "you betrayed me! you fucken judas!" "SO YOU DO KNOW THE BIBLE!"

#jagertitty #thanks anon #this probably wasn't what you were going for but here :)#run achilles

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thesakuragarnet · 5 months

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HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Summary: Keigo comes home late one night with new leather gloves. (a K!nktober oneshot that takes place between chapters 68 and 69 of my PHOENIX AU; inspired by the Maneskin song)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy tags: heavy smut, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, engaged DabiHawks, swearing, alternate universe, making out, shenanigans on a couch, they're so in love I swear

Word Count: 1,494

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: k!nkt0ber, DabiHawks but they're both sw!tches, fr0ttage, mutual ma$turbat!on, dry h u m p i n g, l3ather k!nk, gr!nding, handj0bs,

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Toya felt restless. He and Keigo had been working overtime between wedding planning and actual field missions. It was a nightmare. Keigo, on the other hand, seemed to be obsessed with the adrenaline rushes. He’d rattle on about the day’s events while they got ready for bed, and they were both so exhausted that intimacy had been scarce. It was getting ridiculous.

For once, Keigo was requested for a late-night solo mission, and Toya had the night off…so…naturally…he stayed up to wait for Kei to get home…or at least, he tried. It’s five o’clock in the morning, and Toya is passed out on their couch in nothing but black sweatpants.

Ding.

The elevator softly drones from down the hall, and Keigo carefully steps out. He’s in his Pro Hero suit complete with a pair of shiny new leather gloves. He makes his way down the hallway, feathers perking up when he senses Toya’s faint snores and sleeptalking mumbles. A small smile plays at his lips as he sneaks into the living room, peering over the couch to look at his fiancé. Toya’s sound asleep on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Keigo hovers off the ground, slowly and silently lowering himself until he’s straddling Toya. Delicately, he leans down and presses his lips to his forehead, resting his open palms on Toya’s shoulders. Immediately, the Pro’s eyes snap open, but his expression softens when he sees his lover’s familiar silhouette.

“Hey,” Toya yawns, blinking hard, “How was work?”

“Boring,” Keigo replies nonchalantly before pressing a chaste kiss to Toya’s cheek. He rubs the space between Toya’s shoulder and neck with his thumb, and Toya seems to freeze. Something feels different. Good different. As his eyes adjust in the dim lamplight, he sees the shiny new leather.

“Are those new?” Toya clears his throat, and Keigo raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He answers, taking note of the way Toya’s twitching underneath him. Toya can’t explain it…but he’s fairly positive Keigo hasn’t caressed him with his gloves on before. He’d remember this feeling surely …the sensation of the soft leather pressing into his skin. Silently, the puzzle pieces click in Keigo’s head, and his eyes grow heavy-lidded. Deliberately, Kei drags his hands down, palms pressing down on Toya’s chest, pausing just above his nipples. Toya sighs, eyelids fluttering as he focuses on the light massage.

“Someone’s getting excited,” Keigo chuckles darkly when he feels his fiancé's arousal pressing between his legs.

“It’s been weeks , Kei,” Toya groans, trying to push himself up only for Keigo to keep a firm pressure to pin him down. The winged hero leans forward, tenderly connecting their lips, and Toya shudders as he runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. Keigo continues passionately kissing Toya, bringing his hands down to pinch his nipples. Toya moans into the kiss, pleasure clouding his brain at the sensations. Keigo rocks his hips, and Toya breaks from the kiss with a gasp.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya huffs, rolling his hips in time with Keigo’s to increase the friction. Kei’s feathers seem to stand on end, and he curses under his breath at the stimulation.

“Nuh-uh…not tonight…not yet,” Keigo pants before he softly sinks his teeth into Toya’s neck. Toya swallows a whimper, hands caressing the back of his lover’s head as he focuses on Keigo’s touch. He can’t get enough of the leather on his skin.

“You sure about that?” Toya sneers, a devilish grin on his face as he bites his bottom lip. Keigo lewdly licks up the side of his neck before sitting up. Toya’s eyes widen as Keigo takes off his utility belt, and his gaze locks onto the growing strain in Kei’s cargo pants. He shrugs off his Hero Suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor beside the couch before he starts stripping completely…well… almost . Toya’s heart stutters for a beat as he stares at Kei’s hands.

“Don’t worry…I’m keeping the gloves on,” Keigo smirks before he starts pulling off Toya’s pants. Blood rushes to both of their cheeks.

“You’re not wearing your boxers,” Keigo practically whispers, and Toya just blinks back, swallowing to soothe his suddenly dry throat.

“You alright if I do something we haven’t tried before?” The winged Pro mutters, and Toya nods vigorously.

“Mhm,” He murmurs in response, practically shuddering with anticipation.

“Get on your side,” Keigo hums, and Toya complies, turning so he’s on his side and pressing his back up against the pillows on the couch as Keigo climbs up next to him. They’re facing each other, breaths heavy and heated as Keigo positions his cock until it’s resting on top of Toya’s. Toya sharply inhales at the sensation, twitching and aching for more. Keigo interlocks his hands, squeezing their cocks together, and it makes Toya’s eyes roll back into his head. The combination of Keigo’s dick pressing up against his with the sensation of Kei’s leather gloves is fucking intoxicating.

Toya almost yelps in surprise, nerves burning at the combination of stimulation. God, it’s almost too much to bear.

“Keigo… fuck ,” Toya moans lowly, his voice cracking as he feels the delicate leather rubbing against his skin.

“You like this?” Keigo chuckles darkly as he reaches around with his other hand and squeezes the flesh on Toya’s ass, making him wince ever so slightly.

“Feels nice,” Toya admits under his breath, his heart skipping a beat.

And when Keigo starts pumping his hand, Toya almost goes cross-eyed. Instinctively, he slaps his hand over his mouth, muffling his needy moans that come tumbling up from his throat. Within seconds, his hand is already covered in spit, and he can’t help but buck his hips shallowly, desperate for more tantalizing pleasure.

“ Fuck , baby,” Keigo groans, watching his fiancé completely fall apart; he’s so turned on his feathers are practically curling and flexing at the tips. “Who knew you had a thing for leather?” He tries to make a flirty joke, but it’s cut off by his own satisfied sighs. Without warning, Toya pulls his hand down his face and grabs Keigo by the neck, jerking him forward for an amorous kiss. Kei whines into Toya’s mouth, their tongues sloppily intertwining and sliding against one another. They simply can’t get enough of each other, their bodies and minds craving more and more and more. It’s been too long. Too long without one another’s touch. Too long without indulging in their tangle of love and lust. They’re practically drowning in it.

“ Kei ~” Toya moans, breaking free from the kiss to bend forward and sink his teeth into Keigo’s neck. Soft words of praise spill from Keigo’s lips as he keeps moving his hand, effectively getting both of them off as their cocks squeeze together. Toya pulls back after leaving a dark bite mark on Kei’s sunkissed skin, eyelids fluttering as he grabs onto Keigo’s broad shoulders, almost like he’s holding on for dear life. Keigo winces when he feels Toya’s fingernails digging into his skin, but part of him loves it when he gets like this. When all Toya can do is say his name and grasp at him; it’s so desperate and so gorgeous.

Toya can feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach, and, judging by the sounds coming out of his fiancé, he’s just as close. He knows the patterns. Some of the Pros their age always comment on how their sex life must be boring with how long they’ve been together. The truth is, they know exactly what makes each other tick…well, unless it’s something new…like this leather thing.

“C-close,” Keigo starts stuttering, jaw clenched as he fully focuses on the rhythm of his glove.

“Me too,” Toya pants, tongue slightly lolling as his gaze flicks from his lover’s golden eyes to the precum-soaked mess between their legs. With a few more thrusts of his hips, Toya’s coming undone with a broken gasp, toes curling as it gushes onto the sleek black leather. Keigo rushes closer, sloppily colliding his lips with Toya’s as his own orgasm comes crashing down through his body. Gently, he slows his motions to a halt, and pulls back from the kiss. The lovers stare blissfully into each other’s eyes for a moment, shining cerulean melting into liquid gold. Then, the momentary spell of clarity breaks, and Keigo releases his grip.

“I-I’ll get you new gloves,” Toya huffs, still catching his breath from being so pent-up.

“Don’t worry about it. I made the choice,” Keigo smirks, tenderly kissing his fiancé on the cheek before slowly rolling backward off the couch, landing on his feet with the expertise of a cat.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly as he stretches. “Care to join me?”

Toya just grins blissfully, blinking away the pleasure-filled fog in his brain.

“How could I say no to that?”

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samiwife · 8 months

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About Me :)

This is my introduction post. Please read below. (if you want)

Current Status for Request: Closed for now!!! (Reason: Mental Health)

Name: Saikobon or just samiwife lol...

Pronouns: She/they <3

Single or dating: Not anymore lol

Interests: I draw and write a lot. Also, I scrapbook a lot of my feelings. Venting is fun <3

Favorite band(s): The Strokes, The Libertines, The Moldy Peaches, Le Tigre, Japan, and Slowdive

Favorite Movie: The Breakfast Club or Trainspotting

Favorite Food: Oranges

What bands do I write about? Let me know if I should add or take out certain bands!

Bands:

The Cure

Blur

Pulp

The London Suede

My Chemical Romance

Sleeping With Sirens

Pierce The Veil

Guns N Roses

Motley Crue

Hanoi Rocks

LA Guns

Megadeth

Metallica

Led Zepplin

AC/DC

KISS

Pink Floyd

Maneskin

The Strokes

The Libertines

The Moldy Peaches

The Who

Nirvana

Japan

What I will not write:

Pedophilia

Rape or non-consensual stuff

Vomit stuff

Death

Underage stuff

Drug use fetish

Foot fetish

Skat

Vore

Self-harm fetish

Children (I know people like it but I don't SORRY!)

What I can write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Kinks

Ships

Long series (if I have a storyline)

Oneshots

Headcanons

THAT'S ALL THANKS FOR READING THIS!!! Love u <33

#introductory post #introvert #blog intro #pinned post #guns n roses #hanoi rocks imagines #hanoi rocks #led zeppelin #nirvana #mcr #motley crue #la guns #the cure #the strokes #acdc

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gay-for-victoria-de-angelis · 8 months

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I'd love to request. Do you have any rules?

Yes I do. I did have them up but for some reason I can't find them anymore so I will rewrite them here.

-I will write almost anything first off

-I do reserve the right to refuse requests no questions asked

- angst is not my usual genre but I WILL STILL WRITE IT just a warning it might not be amazing tho

-I won't write certain kinks and tropes. Such as: rape/non con, adult x child, teacher x student, boss x employee (as in like a corporate setting), gay/lesbian character/person with the opposite gender , straight character/person with same gender, etc. Once again, I can still refuse the request if I am uncomfortable writing it

- I WILL write cnc though but only occasionally

- I do oneshots, preferences and headcannons

-I can write mxm but I generally don't I usually write fxm and fxf but I can try if you want

-I will write poly stuff but only up to three others (unless måneskin)

-For må I will not write poly stuff of them together it will only be them being in a relationship with the reader but together (if that makes sense) so basically they are not dating each other but they re all dating the reader at the same time.

- Rules for F1 polyamory are the same as maneskin except I will only do up to three people (not including reader)

-I do have other fandoms I will write for so you can ask and I will tell u if I do still (or I can post a list)

-Nothing racist, homophobic, sexist, ableist etc. Is allowed and will not be written or even considered.

I think that's generally it so if I think of anymore I will update it

Have a good day :)

#måneskin #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #writing rules #writers on tumblr #fanfiction is life #no spoilers #ff writer #writer #boost #request #please request #getting into writing #writing community

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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years

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I am here just to say that i absolutely love your work and all of your Maneskin chapter stories and some of your oneshots hold a special place in my heart. So considering your previous work i was very exciting about 'Puppet' from its initial sneak peek to possible scenes you may write and how the story would evolve , you are one of those writers where your storytelling is not predictable, and readers are at the edge of their seat when they read your work , ik i was (*flashback from when i discovered " Quiet music" and started reading it at night and i couldn't put my phone down till i finished all the chapters of the story that have been published at the time* ) .

If I can suggest something for the future, you don't have to take it as a must, but i thought it would be interesting to see a more complex view of 'intimacy'. Obviously sexuality and pleasurable activities are a large part of the series , but wouldn't be cool to see a softer side of intimacy , not only the intense, rough, overwhelming love making and appreciation for your partner/(s). But softer , heart warming parts, like more aftercare dialogues, random affection moments between them ( like you can't tell me Thomas wouldn't smile from ear to ear when you hug him from behing and whisper something funny in his ear when his insomnia kicks in when he is stressed, or reassuring Ethan when he feels left out or insecure and you cup his face with your hands and stroke his cheeks gently, or helping Damiano and Vic with a song), more comforting moments about insecurities of the 'relationship' and themselves, or random cute little thing that make each other smile.

I just now realised how much i wrote..., but regardless if you decide to take my input or not i would still be looking forward to reading a new chapter of 'Puppet' every Monday.

Oh my god I love long messages so much, thank you so much, anon!!

I'm very glad some of my stories resonate with you, that's all I can ask for really! And the fact that you said my storywriting is not predictable makes me so so happy, I'm so glad I can keep readers on their toes a little and not just give them what they're expecting all the time.

No worries, I actively ask for feedback and for what people would like to see in the story as I'm writing it so I'm very happy to read what others thing :) And I love that suggestion! I have a rough idea for which direction this story is going to go in and I can promise you that more of that kind of intimacy is definitely coming. I'll definitely keep your examples in mind too because they're very adorable and correct to the characters I've made them in my story haha so yes, keep your eyes open, you'll definitely get some more of that intimacy, next to the usual smut ;)

And no worries at all, it might take me a moment to respond but there's no such thing as an ask that's too long!! Thank you so much for reading, hope you'll enjoy the next one!!

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lilalbatross · 1 year

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5, 10, 15, 16, 19, 27, 29, 30 for the ao3 ask meme <33

oh boy okay here we go

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

definitely Anything for you, my Shoresy fic. teeny tiny fandom for a weird niche canadian hockey comedy, but the response i got was really lovely and it's somehow in my top 5 for kudos, comments, and bookmarks. that was the first thing i posted after a couple brutal months for mental health and writers block, so those comments and stuff are really special to me

and then a special mention to chapters 6 and 7 of Austin Alone because people came fucking flying out of the woodwork to scream at us within the first couple hours of posting lmao i don't think i'll ever see anything like that ever again

10. What work was the quickest to write?

oh hands down it's What the fuck is with the spatula?, which i wrote in a single 4ish-hour sitting and a lot of that time was spent rewatching the Are You The One? ep they're watching so i could get the sequence of events right lmao. look, i just have a lot of feelings about drunk idiots brute forcing their way through complex probability with a spatula, and i needed to project that onto my otp

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

dragging the carcasses of so many half-written fics, but trying to actively work on Acesodyne, which is a billy x owen post-1x07 multichap canon divergence about injury and music and grief and healing and i’m trying not to let it spiral out of control and it may not ever get posted even if i do finish it but hey we’ll give it a shot.

also determined to actually finish Downpour, which literally started as just “i bet if they stood in the rain Billy’s hair would get in his face and it would be cute and Owen would kiss him about it” and somehow turned into a bit of a trauma and body worship thing??? idk don’t ask me i don’t have any answers but i do have a 2.5k partial draft that i should put some hours into

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

lol it's "Established Relationship" from all my billy x owen oneshots where they're together at the start and i'm not giving you all the fucking backstory for how that happened, just jump in and we're off.

(...but also you and i know that the "how that happened" is usually Austin Alone if people know what details to look for lmao)

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

i don’t see myself drifting away from billy x owen any time soon, so definitely gonna keep thinking about those bastards more than literally anybody else in this fandom (except you lol). i also want to do more Shoresy/Goody. i wrote the one oneshot, but i have a multichap outline that needs some massaging and i think could be interesting. and i get to slam more canadiana into fic, which i really can’t do when all my other shit takes place in texas lmao

and then i’m sure i’ll get surprised by a pairing and end up spitting out something isn’t even on my radar yet. who knows, maybe i’ll finally find a Ted Lasso pairing that i want to write about. Colin and...[insert name here idk we’ll see but if i write about anyone it’ll probably be Colin]

27. What do you listen to while writing?

*gestures vaguely at my entire spotify wrapped* no but seriously. depends on the fic but i’ll generally have a playlist, album, or even song that i loop for each fic. sitting there long after midnight had a very angsty playlist. touch the sky and bite the asphalt was Maneskin’s album Teatro d’ira hence the fic title. i’m pretty sure with a gift for burning was Let Me Drown by Orville Peck. Acesodyne’s playlist is heavier on acoustic guitar/pop-punk because it’s a lot of songs that i know how to play on guitar so i can connect a physicality to what i’m trying to write

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

gonna resist every bone in my body that wants to be self-deprecating and couch this with all the weaknesses i see etc etc. big fan of this paragraph from with a gift for burning:

So many voices he wants to hear tonight. Numbers he knows by heart, burned into his muscle memory and connected to nothing. Harkes’ line had stayed in service the longest. Nobody canceled his contract, and it rang to voicemail for months before the unpaid bills piled up and his line was cut off. Billy called, again and again on bad nights, until his mouth shaped the words in time with Harkes’ rhythm. “Yo, it’s Jake. Leave a message if you want, but you should have just texted.” The last time he called, a confused teenage girl picked up and Billy threw his phone against the wall.

I was a little drunk when i wrote it, and then when i reread it i immediately had a moment of “oh :(” and then i knew i was onto some shit and it helped me break the direction the rest of the fic was gonna go lol

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I did not expect my stuff to steer so hard into angst quite as much as it does???

but also in some ways biggest surprise was just that i...can... (don’t look at me)

send me ao3 wrapped questions if you want

#asks #long post #hello pal do you want an essay i have written you an essay

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walkingaftermidnight07 · 2 years

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when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to the last ten people in your notifs! you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity! ✨

maneskin songs

writing stories/oneshots

also turning all my feelings into song lyrics

talking walks to clear my head

hugs from my friends (especially when im close to a breakdown)

thank you for sending this :DD

#answered asks #scarlett's ask box #ask me anything

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 3 years

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𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

a/n: 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒!! sowwy for taking a break for this long, i have tons of requests again jfjks... but now, i'm gonna write them, with this as a 'warming-up'. really sorry, i had to do this 😔✊🏻

𝐯𝐢𝐜

the first time she realizes that you don't just talk about sleeping on little clothes is on the first night spent together –she double-checks when you fall in between the sheets beside her, only wearing a satin-silk underwear.

"baby, what are you doing?" she asked, staring down at your bare shoulders, as you dug your face into the pillows.

"i don't know, maybe getting into bed? what does it seems like?" you asked, grinning slightly in yourself. the only thing why vic was mesmerized about you, not just your body, the tenderness of your curves, the smooth skin on your thighs –or the fullness of your breasts. she was relieved that you don't stress yourself around her, that you dare to be the sweet and perfect person your are, and you don't want to separate yourself from her. she had a lot of insecurities when the two of you began to date, vic had those stupid thoughts that maybe you don't think that this is a big deal –or that you don't think this as serious as her.

but as she stared down at you, you rolled onto your sides, the blanket almost revealing the top of your breasts, smiling at her with those soft eyes that you always had when the two of you made out –victoria just knew that she has a spot beside you.

"fuck, how can i resist you?" she asked as she lift her arms up to take off her t-shirt, and she didn't stop at this –the bra almos fell on your face, you swapped off with your free arm. "stop staring, i can be really shy!" she giggled, you nudged her with your feet, inviting her to lay as close to you as she could.

"sorry, you're just too irresistible." you whispered.

"you too. now kiss me", victoria answered, as she pulled the cover from under your chest to drag it on the top of the two of you, threading her fingers through your hair to spend a hot, needy night with you.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

he blinked a couple times when the first rays of the sunshine hit the edge of the bed. smoething laid on him tenderly, he stared down at the crown of your hair, kissing it slowly as he got more conscious.

thomas didn't want to wake you up, but when he tried to shimmy himself out a little for his phone –he adored your petite body above his–, the felt that something's not the usual.

hmmm

*thinking, squinting thomas face*

so cute!! T-T

lifting up the blanket, your smooth skin was all right, excluding a little, tiny, minuscule detail...

you breasts stroked his chest and stomach like velvet.

he nearly gasped as he realized what he's feeling, and what that he's feeling (i hope you get the difference ;-;), and after that, thomas adored every moment as you slept.

my beautiful girl, sleeping soundly and feeling so safe in my arms, he thought, that she even lets down her guards and underwear around me –*lovely sighing every five minute*

stroking your hair and skin, he bents his legs, and you react to this one

thomas hesitates, he doesn't wants you to get up, doesn't want to wake you up, but what comes after this–

you wrap your arms around his body, dugging your face and body into his.

i hope you know that at these moments, your boyfriend literally melts into the sheets under you, like

the only problem is, that the day begins as every other, and he has to go. ethan even writes to him, that "are you alive fam or are you not coming today"

and he don't know how to respond, so the wisest thing he thinks to do is that sends a pic about you in his arms, and he just knows that ethan will show it to everyone

(and he gets horny of course, but thomas just gets so overwhelmed with your closeness that he think that that would be really impolite from him if he woke up you with some cockwarming–)

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

he just panicked –similar to thomas, he also figured it out after sleeping. not gonna lie, he was so startled when he just woke up, peacefully made himself a cup of coffee, and poured a cup for you too –and when he walked into your room, he only saw your ridden up panties at one of your butt-cheeks.

your bare back faced him too, and he just stopped in his tracks –did you just take off his t-shirt in the middle of the night? because the last time he saw you at night, you laid your head on his chest as the two of you linked your fingers.

he puts down the coffee, then just sits down on the bed, slowly but surely reaching out for your soft skin. suddenly, you turn to him, opening your eyes slowly. ethan pulls back his hand, but you grab it, giving his wrist a little kiss.

"did i wake you?" ethan asks, hiding his blush with the answer. you shake your head, scurrying closer to his body. yawning, you begin to lean up on your arms, then sitting up, almost letting the blanket fall down from your chest.

"wait, no" he brags, almost covering his eyes, helping you to place it back on you. he could use the 'you'll get cold'-card, but

"what, what, ethan? is it something wrong?" you ask, simply innocent. "you saw me without a bra, even in less clothes" you wink, leaning back to the headboard. ethan gives you the cup, then sits beside you, letting you curl on his chest.

"do you mind if my boobs touch yours?" you giggle, placind down the cup again, kissing his neck as your fingers curl into his long, smooth black hair.

"what the fuck, y/n-"

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨

i canon that when he walks in and see that you already slept in, and on the hot summer night, only a thin blanket covers your chest, one of your knees is bent –at first he doesn't why the sheets covers you up there, but when it's about you, damiano deducts in a moment

you know, when he lays beside you and slowly touches what's under the covers (SORRY IT'S JUST ME AND THAT'S SO UWAAA–) and when he touched the softness of your skin and your curves, his mind unintentionally went just

he goes to sleep too, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, resting his cheeks on your collarbone, curling one of his arms around your waist

(no, not around your boobs he's a gentleman remember?)

but he adores your body too much to not to prank on your a little bit in the morning

so when you wake up, searching for one of his or your t-shirts, you find nothing, not even a little top –walking out to the kitchen with the blankets on you, standing beside the table with your hand on your waist like an italian mother would do

"dam, do you know where all the shirts went in the house?" you ask, and then damiano just turns around from the fridge, leaning his hand on the fridge door like

"i think i took everything to wash, you know all we have are dirty shirts" he tries to fool you, but you smirk, walking to him slowly.

"you're a bad liar baby, you never do the laundry. so, where are the shirts?" hearing your words, damiano hangs his head, sighing,

"how can you say that i'm not a good, excellent househusband? you're so evil, baby, they're in the wardrobe..." he ends, you chuckle, but then an idea twinkles in your mind.

"thank you baby, i'm gonna change and shower, wait for me, will you?" you ask as you turn your back to him, dropping the sheets down, pooling around your ankles, stepping out of the cotton-circle.

"waiting? how the fuck could i wait when you're just... like that?"

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