THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
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a selection of my gojo fics for your enjoyment! art from left to right is by @/to00fu @/aransmind @/thatsallitchief
CHOOSE YOUR ACTOR!
✰ only ones who know starring...SUPERVILLAIN!GOJO
✰ no. one party anthem starring...ROCKSTAR!GOJO
✰ snapshots starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ pick your player starring...CHRONICALLY ONLINE LOSER!GOJO
✰ snowed in starring...YETI!GOJO
✰ unnamed extra starring...PRINCE!GOJO
✰ true love waits starring...NERD!JO
✰ say you don't starring...ENTITY!GOJO
✰ the king's crown starring...EMPEROR!GOJO
✰ gender swapped + eating out starring...FEM!GOJO
✰ slimed starring...SLIME!GOJO
✰ prince charming starring...YANDERE!GOJO
✰ what's mine is yours (and what's yours is mine) starring...BODY SWAPPED!GOJO
✰ god complex starring...CULT LEADER!GOJO
✰ the aliens are cumming starring...ALIEN!GOJO
✰ dorky guys finish first starring...NERD!JO
✰ cut your heart in half starring...MAGICIAN!GOJO
✰ national anthem starring...PRESIDENT!GOJO
✰ divine dicking starring...PRIEST!GOJO
✰ sperm donor of the year starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ call me anything you want + two princes starring...NERD!JO + FRAT!JO
a/n: the way this isn't even half my gojo masterlist is lowk so funny to me it took everything in me not to add spider gojo on here lmfao. anywhoooo reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
synopsis: you never imagined you might fall in love with the alien who abducted you. especially not one so...freaky. but when he wants to check another item off his sexual bucket list, would it be so bad to oblige? for science, of course.
pairing: alien!gojo x f!reader x alien!geto
wc: 3.7k
content: mdni, smut, porn with some plot, threesome, slight pet play (mostly just collar/cat ears/leash), oral sex (m!receiving), lactation, nipple play, all of Gojo's dreams are coming true lmfao, slight dubcon. yandere!alien gojo, gojo + Geto each with four arms and two dicks lol, dumbification, gojo is basically an alien with a porn addiction and a human fetish but he's got cute antennas too, yearning, he's OBSESSED, fingering, double stuffed, slight dehumanization/degradation, unprotected piv sex, handjobs, being sandwiched between two hot alien men, creampie
a/n: sequel to this kinktober oneshot! commissioned by the lovely @beautiful--macabre !!
When Satoru asked what your favorite animal was, you didn't think he'd be parading you around his spaceship like one.
To be fair, you didn't spend much time thinking at all anymore.
The cheap headband with fuzzy cat ears attached kept trying to fall, one of his hands constantly fixing it as his grip on your leash tightened. Crawling around wasn’t so bad, and even though the air was cold on your bare skin, the body heat from the toy vibrating inside your cunt was enough to keep you warm. At least you’d forgone a tail today.
Besides, cats didn’t wear clothes.
And if it was up to Satoru, humans never would either. Or, at least, you.
“How’s my pretty pussy doing?”
You honestly had no idea if he was talking about you – or one of his favorite parts of your anatomy.
But he hiked up the setting on the vibrator, and the only thing that came out was a breathy moan, body tensing and trembling as you teetered on the edge of orgasm number eight? Nine?
You’d already lost track this morning.
Satoru squatted down in front of you, bright blue eyes blinking as his pretty, perfect face cocked to the side, antennas bobbing as he reached out to tilt your chin up to look at him properly. He grinned at you, a low hum reverberating from deep in his chest. “Cum.”
He had trained you well enough that all it took was a single word left you letting out a needy whimper, glossy eyes fluttering as you struggled to keep them open and hold eye contact with him. Thighs trembling, your legs practically jello as you folded down on your elbows, crying out his name and squirming through your climax.
You’d been cumming so often it almost felt like an instinct instead of a chore.
Burned into your bones, as natural as blinking or breathing. Whatever lube he usually rubbed on the vibrator before he attached it to you helped, made you ache to be filled, to be fucked.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been here.
How many weeks you were his. Curled up in a soft bed he set up in his room for you – although he did inform you that the ‘higher ups’ were upset that he wasn’t keeping you confined in a cage at night.
They demanded a compromise. That you couldn’t just walk around freely, insisting he keep you on a leash if he wanted to let you out of his compartment. It was demeaning, you knew that, but your capability to care had eroded in Satoru’s company.
He was sweet, always stroking your hair with his extra hands, tracing those thick fingers over your skin and decorating you with kisses and hickies wherever he could. His affection had bewitched you, bound you to him until you were no matter than an addict, chasing the next climax by nuzzling up to him and pawing at his muscled thighs and broad chest.
Begging to sleep in his bed together and batting your lashes, although even when you didn’t, he’d still always pad over to your smaller one and carry you back to his.
Waking up to your cheek smushed on his warm skin, sometimes cradled against his collarbone or drowsy on his happy trail, drool connecting your mouth to his thick patch of hair. You liked mornings with him, liked being the person he started his day with, when the sex was slow enough that he dragged your orgasms out, almost ritualistic in his reverence. Each kiss was precise, like he spent hours planning each spot, the pressure behind it, whether or not to use teeth or tongue.
Pet or partner, whatever the humans back on Earth or the other aliens on this ship wanted to call you, you didn’t mind.
Satoru still treated you better than any man you’d even been with before did.
Even if he had…stranger tastes.
Back when you were still keeping track of time, during the second week here, he had proudly presented his dick to you in a box he wrapped himself. Completely naked other than that, a big blue ribbon tied to the top of his present.
Two days later, he had conveniently ‘dropped’ the vibrator between a narrow gap in the furniture, pouting and pleading with you to crawl in and get it for him. Just for it to push it together and trap you there with your ass in the air and pretend it was an accident.
He had tied you up and you tied him during the next round. You'd been on top of him and under and inside on just about every position you could imagine.
But he still hadn't gotten sick of you.
Half of you was sort of anticipating it. Waiting for the day you'd wake up back in your bed, where you'd tell yourself this was all some vivid dream so you didn't have to face the fact that even an alien didn't want to commit to you.
“What are you thinking about?” Satoru hummed, tapping on your practically empty head to catch your attention. You were still dazed though, drunk and dizzy on the aftermath of your high.
“You,” you honestly answered.
He was all you were thinking of lately.
Satoru smiled at that, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Pulled the vibrator off of you, the cool air on your skin making you shiver.
“Good girl,” he purred, and your heart lurched.
You were falling harder for an alien than you ever had for any human before.
How could you not?
His time, his affection, his life, they were all wholly devoted to you too.
You were the center of his universe – and he was yours.
He tugged on your leash, and you were following by his feet while he led you through a new hallway for once, rather than returning you to his room.
The question of where he was taking you was sitting heavy on your tongue, but you held it in.
You had a feeling you knew anyway.
He'd been talking about taking you to his friend, tracing shapes on your skin while he rambled on about someone named Suguru. A scientist here, one of them who specialized in human anatomy.
“Suguru,” Satoru chirped, a door automatically opening for him as he pulled your leash forward again, almost making you stumble through the threshold.
A bedroom – judging by the sprawling king sized one against one wall. Although this was sparsely decorated with any personal touches. Most of the room functioned more like an office, or lab. Strange devices scattered across desks, containers with bubbling liquids in all sorts of odd colors littering the surfaces next to syringes and other medical equipment.
A man with dark hair was sitting at one of the desks, long limbs sprawled out, two hands busy writing something down while another hand fixed his hair up in a messy bun. Loose strands sticking out, but it was pretty, almost as much as he was. His head slowly turned, glancing over his broad shoulder, his lips pressed together in a thin line as his purple eyes scanned Satoru from top to bottom before shifting down to you.
Satoru nudged you, dropping the leash before bending down to unlatch the collar.
But instead of pulling you up to your feet, he just tilted his head towards his friend. A wordless gesture for you to go to him.
Something in your stomach fluttered, and you crawled forward, carefully watching his reaction. An arched eyebrow. The twitch of his lips. Shoulders rolling back. Those gorgeous eyes narrowing into a squint when you stopped between his legs.
You waited for a moment. Wondering if he’d share the disdain everyone in their species except for Satoru had towards you. But you were pretty sure you detected a hint of amusement in his stare.
You nuzzled against the inside of his thigh, looking up at him with wide eyes, rubbing your nose against his clothes and wondering if his skin would be as warm as Satoru’s was. Wishing you could drag your palms along his clearly muscled legs.
“Say hi to Suguru,” Satoru instructed.
“Hi, Suguru,” you repeated, a pleasant little hum that you hoped he liked.
“I thought cats only knew how to meow,” Suguru mocked, looking down at you with bored eyes. Four hands – and he wasn't even touching you with one of them.
You hadn’t realized how much you might want him to until it was being withheld from you. Satoru was a giver, always holding out open palms and an eager mouth. But Suguru?
You had a feeling he liked to take.
“Did you watch the video I sent you?” Satoru pestered, walking over, his slow steps echoing on the cold floor.
Suguru made a sound and you couldn’t decide if it was a scoff of annoyance or interest. Maybe disgust.
“Of the human making milk?” The question was loaded. And it made your chest pull tight, automatically glancing down at the shape of your breasts, of your nipples peaked and perky after being exposed to the chill in the air.
Satoru had been not-so-subtly hinting at one of his hopes for you.
Groping and squeezing your tits at night, sucking on each one like he was still not quite convinced he couldn’t make milk leak out of it if he tried hard enough.
No wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. Spoiled, maybe. Stubborn, absolutely.
But you couldn’t deny that the idea of it hadn’t started to swirl around in your thoughts more every day. Was it out of wanting Satoru’s approval?
You sorta doubted it – Satoru already offered plenty of that.
But you liked belonging to him. How it felt to fulfill every one of his fantasies and discover more than a few of your own.
“Isn’t it hot?” Satoru grinned, goading him into agreeing. “I mean, she’s already perfect, but imagine-”
“You want her to be a cat or a cow?” Suguru scoffed, but two of those thick fingers grabbed your chin, tilting your head to each side. Appraising you. One of his other hands plucked the cat ears off of you, tossing them back on his desk.
“Come on,” Satoru groaned, goading him as need started to simmer in your stomach at Suguru’s heated stare. “You know you could do it.”
“I know,” Suguru dryly replied, that sharp slope of his pretty nose tilting up as he let go of your face.
You whined. It wasn't even intentional. But you guessed pets did take after their owners, after all.
“You’re greedy, hm?” Suguru murmured, looking down at you with those piercing purple eyes. Narrowing as your hands slid up to run over the bulge that was beginning to grow under his dignified robes.
He could pretend he was better than Satoru. But the proof was in his cocks, the hefty size of them throbbing underneath your palms.
You nodded, rubbing over the thick length of one, slowly putting more pressure to see how he reacted. Watching his jaw clench and release as he tried to decide how bad of an idea it would be to give in to the two of you.
You tilted your head to the side, pushing out your bottom lip.
“Please?”
Alien men were somehow even easier than human men.
It didn't take much more than that for Suguru to begrudgingly remove his robes, stripping down bare skin, just as pretty and perfect as Satoru’s. His antennas were almost hidden by his hair, but they stood straighter, vibrating softly as you stayed on your hands and knees for them.
On the bed instead of the floor.
“You're gonna love this,” Satoru was rambling behind you, already lining himself up with your pussy, hands on your hips keeping you in place while one of his swollen tips traced over your slick folds.
“I would love it more if you shut up for two seconds,” Suguru sarcastically muttered, but his attention was solely focused on you. How you were staring at the shape of his dicks. They weren't quite as long as Satoru’s, but they were thicker.
You crawled forward a couple inches right when Satoru tried to put his first cock in, earning a huff from him right as you wrapped your lips around one of Suguru’s.
It was a tight fit.
All of him forced in as you tried to open wide, his girth pressed up against the roof of your mouth. But his groan, how deep and gravelly it was at the warm embrace of your throat, it made your pulse pound, heart thrumming with excitement.
Body tingling at his touch when he suddenly gripped your hair. Skin simmering with the heat from your core as you sucked on his dick, putting on the best show you could.
Satoru snickered at Suguru’s guttural reaction, one of his strong arms wrapping underneath your waist to support you before he suddenly buried himself in your cunt, knowing your knees would buckle the second he bottomed out. Holding you up while you moaned uselessly into Suguru’s cock, the reverberations only making him throb too.
You didn't know who was filthier.
Yourself being spit roasted between two aliens – or the guy whose idea it was in the first place. Or maybe the one who was letting sex be a bargaining chip to decide if he'd offer his help.
Satoru’s second cock was edging against your ass, threatening to stretch you out and slip in. But you were too distracted by the one currently in your mouth, struggling not to gag as it bobbed into the back of your throat.
Suguru was an expert at commanding attention, drawing yours back to him with just a tug of your hair.
“Don’t let him talk you into it if you don’t want it,” Suguru murmured softly, brushing your hair back out of your face. Sweat was dripping down your forehead, your lips stretched in a wide ring to let him thrust through, clawing at his chest as thick fingers tangled deeper in your hair.
“I-I want it,” you whined, but it came out all muffled, practically unintelligible, spit pooling in the back of your mouth as you practically choked on his cock, your other hand still stroking his other cock as fast as you could.
Everything about it was sloppy.
There was too much to focus on.
Too many hands. Too many dicks.
And then something pricked your neck, not hard enough to actually hurt, but it still made you yelp. Jolting right as Satoru slammed back into your cunt, grinding against your cervix.
Being stretched out, stuffed full, still sensitive from how many highs you'd been riding on lately, your body – and maybe your brain too – felt like it was on the verge of breaking.
Gurgling and groaning around Suguru’s dick while a strange sensation started to coil and churn in your chest. It was overwhelmingly warm, bright enough to burn through your veins as you saw Suguru drop a now-empty syringe beside the bed.
Then it struck you.
Your chest felt…heavier.
It was almost imperceptible, might have even gone unnoticed if you didn't feel something suddenly damp dripping down your skin.
A few slow seconds passed, piecing together fractured thoughts before you realized Satoru had received what he was wishing for.
You were lactating.
Beads of milk forming at the tip of your nipples, slowly leaking out onto the bed below. You let out a surprised gasp, just audible enough for Satoru’s thrusts to stall to see what happened.
You felt his warm breath on your skin, him leaning closer to assess you out of concern before he noticed it too.
“You did it,” Satoru lightly laughed, and all of a sudden, he was pulling out – and tugging you back enough that all your holes were suddenly empty.
Your position was flipped again, your brain stuttering and pausing to catch up with what was happening. Satoru was on his back, pulling you on top of him, your breasts dangling in his face before he buried himself between them.
His tongue dragged over your nipple, and the sound that escaped him was depraved. Eagerly sucking and slurping, trying to drain you dry.
“You're even sweeter than I thought,” he murmured, lips coated and glossy with your milk.
Suguru clicked his tongue, searching for the credit he had yet to receive.
“You’re supposed to say thank you,” he chided his friend, but he was moving, the bed creaking as he got off and moved so he was the one behind you. A palm that wasn’t quite calloused, but not nearly as soft as Satoru’s ran down your spine slowly while a sharp set of teeth nipped at your sensitive nipple.
Satoru pulled off with a lewd pop! to laugh again. “I’m letting you taste her too.”
You whined at unfamiliar fingers slipping between your thighs, swirling around as Suguru felt inside you. Curling and crooking with nearly clinical precision, curious to see what other sounds you'd make while Satoru was busy reaping his reward.
He hummed, dragging his sturdy digits across your walls like he wanted to see just how much it could give, but your focus was shifting back to Satoru below you. Bright blue eyes wild and feral, beaming as he switched nipples. He had a fistful of your breasts in each hand, squeezing and groping to get more milk out, his other two hands on your waist to hold you tight. He was mumbling something, but you couldn't understand it.
The fingers inside you pulled out.
But Suguru wasn't finished with you yet.
His tip nudged its way inside, so slow you were holding your breath and waiting for him to force it the rest of the way through. Suguru, however, was far more patient than Satoru ever was.
Each inch taking its sweet time sinking in, like he was testing you. The idea that you were just an experiment to him was hotter than it should be.
Sandwiched between both of them, Satoru’s body firm and hard underneath you while Suguru’s toned chest pressed flat against your back. Filled up with his cock, his second one snuggled right by your ass as he kept you locked in place.
“You’re well-trained, hm?” He teased, and you were numbly nodding again. Blindly agreeing to anything he said, walls clenching down and squeezing at his thick length spearing you open.
It wasn't fair.
Was the rest of their species as well-endowed as these two?
Or were they just special cases?
Suguru’s hips smacked down into your ass and Satoru nipped at you again when you let out a breathy gasp, starting to stutter out something that was supposed to be a name.
But you couldn't finish when someone slipped a greedy hand between your thighs.
You tried to look, but your body felt limp.
Touched all over, skin searing from their arms and their fingers toying with you, like you were just some pretty plaything made for their pleasure.
Every circle they dragged over your clit was torture, tempting you to take a headfirst dive into another orgasm. Your eyes scrunched shut, your head falling forward just for Suguru to tug your hair back, forcing you to stay up while he kept up more mean thrusts. He was demanding, his mouth suddenly marking your shoulder up to your throat, letting his canines scrape over your tendon.
“You're a mess,” Suguru chided, and his degradation only made you more attracted to him. “About to cum on my cock in front of your mate.”
Was that what they considered you were to Satoru?
A mate?
That was kinda like being married, right?
“F-fuck,” you whimpered, thighs starting to tremble, your skin slick and sweaty, shifting over Satoru as Suguru fucked you down against him. Your mate's cocks were hard, twitching underneath your body as one of their hands kept massaging your clit.
What was left of your mind was melting. Head dizzy, navigating through the fog with only them to guide you through it.
Milk was still leaking out, your tits slightly swollen as Satoru readjusted, all wide-eyed and smiling when he looked up at you.
“Be nice to my girl,” he scolded Suguru. Sweet and sour.
They made a lethal pair.
And you were stuck in the middle. Literally.
Satoru grabbed your hand, moving it so it was practically trapped between your body and his, your fingers wrapping around one of his cocks.
A mess of limbs. Giving Satoru a handjob while Suguru gave you backshots. Sweat and saliva and slick and fucking milk all dripping out onto the sheets below. Satoru’s moans drowning out your own keen whines and Suguru’s throaty grunts.
You couldn't tell who came first.
Just a searing white wall of pressure and pleasure, falling forward and burying your face into Satoru’s neck, collapsing into him while crushed stars splattered across your vision. The feeling of being full, of being fulfilled, shuddering as you unravelled and let yourself fall apart into a billion tiny pieces.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Satoru purred, and someone was kissing you again. Your hair, your shoulder, painting your skin with bites. Cum landing on your stomach – his. Cum filling your cunt – Suguru’s.
Cocks throbbing on and in you, stuck in place with no room to squirm when you were still sandwiched with them under and over you.
“Shit,” Suguru grunted behind you, reluctantly pulling out. “She took it better than I thought.”
His hand travelled over your ass, rubbing it appreciatively. If you had more energy, you might've shown him you could bite too. But all you could manage was a weak huff.
“She's still mine,” Satoru protectively said, and you wondered if he might snatch you from his friend.
He might be willing to share you, but at the end of the day, you were only his.
“I know,” Suguru tch-ed, but he didn't get off.
Satoru hummed like he was satisfied with his answer. Squeezing your breasts again appreciatively, while the last of the tension leaked out of your hips and thighs, relaxing in his hold.
“Think you could figure out how to knock her up next?”
indie's kinktober
a/n: reblogs + comments are very appreciated as always <3 adore you guys!
synopsis: you never asked to trade sleeping in your bed for sleeping on a cold cot in a spaceship. never imagined you'd become an alien's favorite species to study - or his favorite to fuck either. he might not want to cage you like the rest of them, but then again, keeping you captive wouldn't be so bad, would it? for science, of course.
pairing: alien!gojo x f!reader
content: mdni. smut. porn with plot. slight dubcon. yandere!alien gojo, abduction, probing, examination kink, being strapped down to a table, lube, everyone loves true form sukuna but have we considered gojo with four arms and two dicks?, dumbification, gojo is basically an alien with a porn addiction and a human fetish but he's got cute antennas too, yearning, he's OBSESSED, nipple sucking, fingering, double stuffed, penetration in both holes, unprotected anal and piv sex, creampies
Gojo wanted you the second he saw you.
Technically, he shouldn't have even been in the lab. Technically, he wasn't even a researcher. Technically, he had stolen the security card once he saw that they abducted someone new to conduct their standard blood tests on.
Humans were a hot commodity.
A resource to utilize, something to use like, ah, how did they say it? Lab rats? Something less sentient, more animalistic. A lesser version of them, but with biology similar enough to study.
His kind had never cared about human history. Couldn't be bothered to learn about their culture. Flat-out disregarded the notion an inferior species like that could even really have any.
Satoru simply disagreed.
They didn't care to hear him out either. Kept up the archaic practices under the bland excuse of conducting studies for boring stuff like medicine and science.
It was supposed to be cut and dry. Abduct. Drug. Test. Drop back off.
Humans never noticed.
Waking up the morning after back in their own bed, completely clueless, chalking any memories up to nothing more than a weird dream and moving on with their little lives.
But Gojo had been fascinated by the funny creatures for as long as he could remember. Collected trinkets and snuck their stuff back to his room when they were brought on board. Managed to sneak in and ask a few about what Earth was like while they were still dazed.
He'd only been on the planet once. It was meant to be a brief expedition, to stake out some potential subjects before returning to their spaceship, but he couldn't help himself.
That was where he obtained his prized possession.
Something you humans called porn.
He had permanently borrowed an odd-looking rectangle, purely because it was shiny and fit underneath his shirt when he got beamed back up, using their far more advanced technology to sift through the files to find something that failed to satiate his curiosity. Instead, it sparked an entirely new kind, staring rapt at the screen in his room as video after video of humans mating played out in positions he hadn't thought possible.
Using different holes and sticking body parts in places he was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be, panting and moaning and sweating on camera while they came. And they seemed to do that a lot.
Gojo studied their creativity. Their commitment to pleasure - the rituals they'd perform, the exchange of sex as a form of currency, the fabled pizza guy and the females proclivity to get stuck in dryers.
He even stitched together his own lingerie, even if his fingers ends up bloody by the end of it.
Sex up on the spaceship was boring. Solely for procreation purposes. He'd been rejecting potential mates for years, people who just wanted his position as the future heir to their conglomeration for power.
And yeah, maybe they weren't so civilized, but he was starting to think humans had something right.
After all, their genitalia was sorta like theirs. They could be having this much fun too!
If everyone wasn't so stuffy about everything and insisted on following 'protocols' all the time.
But they'd see just how right he was soon - especially now that he had a test subject of his own.
This was not a nightmare.
You thought it was, at first. Convinced this had to be a strange dream, something your brain concocted after a couple bad horror movies.
Strapped down to a table? Without a single fucking memory of how you got there?
What else could it be?
But you could feel the cool air brushing over your peaked nipples, touch the smooth surface under your palms, blink and squint at the too-bright lights lining the spherical ceiling. Legs held up, fastened in stirrups.
Still, your first conclusion wasn't extraterrestrial. No, you were sure you'd been abducted by some serial killer, kidnapped and taken back to a makeshift dungeon designed to drive you crazy.
Straining against cool metal, squirming and splayed out like a science experiment for anyone to see.
"Hello?" You called out, only getting the faint echo of your own voice back to keep you company.
No one answered. But you couldn't crane your neck to check and see if you were being ignored.
You felt like you were being watched.
Small bumps trailing over your skin when you shivered, an annoying little itch grating at your nerves and insisting you weren't alone.
Still, you wouldn't have guessed what - or technically, who - was with you.
Not until the footsteps.
They were wrong. The pace was just off, some imperceptible thing making your heart race that you couldn't quite place. Were they too close together? Too far apart? Too heavy? They were accompanied by more odd noises, your brain struggling to process it, like listening to a foreign language on the radio, picking apart bits and pieces and trying to make sense out of them.
"Who's there?"
It felt like a cheesy horror movie. You could hear yourself half an octave too high, all pitchy and petrified, but you couldn't control it. Couldn't stop yourself from shivering as you were surrounded by shadows.
Your chest heaved. Your wrists strained. But before you could scream or shout, something sharp pricked your neck, and you were almost instantly paralyzed.
Not fully, but your muscles went from fighting to faintly twitching, but they didn't respond to your brain's demands to move. You could still look around, still could twist and turn your head as much as the collar around your neck allowed.
You were terrified for the worst.
Of being touched, your skin splayed or torn while you could do nothing but stare at the blank walls.
But instead, they just watched.
Something cold grazed against your skin, but it was little more than a faint trail along your leg. A few more pricks in your arm, like they were taking blood samples.
Then they left.
Whatever they were.
The silence was somehow worse. Waiting for them to return. Waiting for some horrible fate to befall you.
Just when you were on the brink of hyperventilating, a few tears pricking at your lash line you couldn't wipe away, you heard them again.
One of the creatures whined, the cold contraptions keeping your thighs spread only pushing them further apart when you tried to move again, muscles still burning through whatever was numbing your body and keeping you mostly frozen from the neck down.
The other one replied in that strange language, and you couldn't comprehend what the fuck they were saying, but it sounded cold. All clinical and curt.
A door shut. And those strange steps came back. These were lighter though, quicker.
A pair of blue eyes were suddenly above yours, bright and intelligent, deep enough to drown in. Unnatural white lashes fluttering, narrowing as he studied your reactions. But it was hard to focus on him when the world felt all foggy, only able to process everything in broken pieces. You tried to recount what was in front of you.
Fading footsteps. Faint beeping. Cold restraints on your wrists. White walls.
And him.
You figured you were really fucked when you had the distant thought some cute guy had to pulling some cruel prank on you. Even though you could only see him from the shoulders up, it almost looked like he was wearing a Halloween costume. His skin practically shimmered, like some strange movie-style special effect, a soft shade that didn't make sense to your addled brain, antennas sticking up in his tousled white hair.
But then something warm brushed against your cheek, moving your hair to the side and sliding something inside your ear, readjusting for a moment.
"Can you understand me now?"
You nodded, as much as you could given the cold collar around your throat keeping your head down on the table.
"Good," he beamed at you, flashing teeth that were mostly human - even if his canines were too sharp for your liking. "I made that myself."
"W-who are you?" You managed to speak, still breathing too fast, trying to glance around again. "Where am I?"
"You can call me Satoru," he earnestly answered, but he paused, blinking as if he hadn't expected you to ask that. "We're on a spaceship."
"Uh-huh," you dryly replied, throat constricting as you tried to consider the chance he was telling the truth and that you weren't on a reality tv show one of your friends signed you up for.
"I'm being serious," he pouted, leaning down to look even closer at you.
His eyes were starry, speckled and swirling, magnetic, pulling you into his heated stare. His breath was cold against your skin, making you shiver and retreat back. But the metal slab you were on was even chillier, stealing all the oxygen from your lungs.
He looked less human up close. All his features were just slightly wrong, the kind of pretty and perfect that people would have to get plastic surgery and pay years worth of their salary to weakly replicate.
But he looked at you like you were the most captivating thing he'd ever seen.
"A-are you going to probe me?" You didn't realize you actually believed him until you heard the question leave your lips.
You were kinda hoping he'd laugh, assuage your fears. But he just tilted his head to the side considerately.
"Would you like me to?" Like he was your fucking gracious host, happy to oblige his guest's whims and wants.
"Um, what?" You stared. He smiled.
"I could use my fingers, or one of those, how do you call them, dil-" He began offering, and your head was spinning at the concept that aliens knew what sex toys were.
"You don't have to," you interrupted before he could finish, and you were pretty sure he was disappointed.
His little antennas drooped, his bottom lip twitching into a down-turned frown.
"Why am I here?" You changed the subject, unable to break eye contact with your new...acquaintance?
Were you about to be alien livestock? Spliced apart? Stuck in this stasis on this freezing slab forever?
"Research," he grinned again, those sharp blue eyes trailing south, his stare dragging over your exposed body. Antennas shooting straight up, subtly twitching with what you were starting to think was arousal.
"Research?" You echoed, holding your breath, heat coiling inside your stomach at his intensity. At how transfixed he was, tracing your outline and mapping it out just with his greedy gaze.
"I'd like to study your pleasure," he murmured, a not-very-subtle emphasis on the last word, his voice low.
Your brain was buzzing. Nerves electrified at the prospect of how your definition of pleasure might differ from his.
But the fear had dissipated, or maybe just coiled into something more dangerous. Desire.
"Can I touch you?" He hesitated, and you had to stop yourself from gawking. Mouth parting as you tried to figure out if he was actually asking for consent in this situation.
"D-do you want to?" You felt like you were just returning his question, a weak attempt to discern his intentions.
Part of you had started to reconsider the possibility you were dreaming before he chuckled, and your pulse pounding in your ears convinced you once again this was real.
Spread open in stirrups in front of your strange alien abductor.
But it wasn't apprehension or anxiety pumping through you anymore. It was anticipation, staring down a cliff and preparing to fling yourself off of it after his mouth curled up in a cute smirk.
"More than anything."
God, he made it sound like foreplay.
You bit your lip, tasted the hint of blood and iron on it, before making what was probably the stupidest decision of your life. You nodded.
His antennas were vibrating when he reached down to press his palm against your cheek, cupping your face. Soft, like a boyfriend would. Humming and exhaling as he smiled. His eyes didn't crinkle, no little lines etched by his lips, tiny details that stood out and made you shiver.
"I'm going to examine you first," he murmured, and you didn't know exactly how his lungs worked, or if he even had any, but it sounded like his breath hitched. His chest straining to hold it in, hold himself together as his hand traced over the cool metal of the collar down to your chest.
He used both hands.
Grabbing both your tits, not exactly groping, but squeezing hard enough to feel your skin and tissue underneath squish and shift, pure delight dancing across his face.
It was the weirdest breast exam you ever had.
Soft fingers, free of callouses, free of prints, danced over your nipples, making small stars over them.
You assumed he didn't know what he was doing. That maybe this was his first time touching a human. Or maybe a woman at all.
But then he pinched, ripping a raw gasp from your throat as you blinked up at him in surprise.
Satoru hadn't stopped though. Only emboldened by the sound he pulled from you, twisting and tweaking just enough to send sparks down your spine, heat simmering inside your stomach, unable to even squirm when he leaned down, deciding that touching wasn't enough.
He wanted a taste of you.
His tongue was rougher than you imagined, dragging over your nipple with even more fervor. You tried to crane your neck, but it didn't offer enough space for you to see his face, just those pretty blue antennas bobbing above the sea of white while he licked and lapped.
Straight-up sucking on your tits, teeth grazing against your sensitive nipples as he continued to knead into your chest.
You wished you had panties on, anything to hide how wet he was making you, thighs damp and unable to even close them to hide how hot you unfortunately found it.
Satoru pulled off with a filthy pop! before turning his attention back to you, pretty pink lips shiny with saliva as he pouted. "How come there's no milk?"
"Milk?" You gaped, the question coming out shaky, still catching your breath as you stared at his piercing blue eyes.
"Am I not doing it right?" He quizzed, running a finger back over your nipple before pinching again, only stoking the flames he'd set.
You hadn't realized how horny you were until you had to put together enough brain cells to form a coherent sentence, stumbling over your thoughts as you tried to get the words out, "T-that only happens when a girl is like, pregnant."
His brows scrunched together, processing this new interesting bit of information.
"I see," he nodded, as if it was now obvious to him. But he still applied more pressure, like he had to double check. As if he was doing some mental calculation to figure out how to induce it.
One of his fingers trailed down, past your mid-riff and over your belly button - although he did pause to press on that too, just to see if it'd do anything. When it didn't, he kept moving south. He walked around the bed, out of your sight again, both hands settling on your splayed-out thighs.
They were bigger than anyone else's you'd ever been with before. Soft and massive, sinking into your pliable muscles, humming with approval as he just stared.
You were self-conscious, trying to get your weakened muscles to shift when you heard a faint clutter. Your brain tried to do the math.
There were two hands on your thighs - so what the fuck was grabbing stuff?
It wasn't until the third hand slipped between your folds, spreading them even further apart so a fourth could spread something slick over it, that you figured out what was happening.
He had four arms.
And he was more than happy to put all of them to use.
You were already stuck. Already exposed. But he seemed intent on exploring every inch of you for himself, taking his time to drag his palms over the expanse of your body while that frustratingly gentle fourth hand slowly rubbed his palm over your entrance. Massaging in what you guessed was lube, although it made your brain feel even fuzzier. Your senses heightened, tuned into some new frequency, each subtle swirl threatening to make you shiver.
"You're pretty," he complimented, and all the warmth in your chest flooded your face, flushed as you strained to keep yourself from squeaking.
Not being able to see him was a special kind of torture. You wanted to see his face. Study what kind of face he was making when he was drawing such delicate patterns over your skin, murmuring at the little blemishes and marks on them with interest.
One of his fingers moved up, poking at your clit with just enough force to make you jolt. Well, as much as you could given how tight the restraints were, and how little your muscles would let you move with whatever his fellow aliens had put in your system.
"How did that feel?" Satoru curiously asked, circling around it, careful not to touch it again, but obviously amused by your reaction.
"G-good," you murmured. Your voice broke though, cracked when a stray thumb suddenly slipped between your slick folds, fresh goosebumps running down your flesh as he dipped in your wet warmth.
One word - and he was pulling his thumb out to push a full finger in.
It was longer than it should've been, thicker. Swirling lazily around, pressing against your walls like he was testing how much it could stretch.
If that was a finger, you didn't know how you'd fit his cock.
"I-I-" You started, struggling to breathe, struggling to think when you felt something else trying to slot in next to the first.
"Mhm?" He drawled, daring you to tell him more, hanging off every little sound he tore out. You might've managed to murmur that you didn't know how much more you could handle, but then you were being speared open, mean fingers digging into your thighs to pin them down against the freezing table.
The next noise he dragged out of you was feral. Some filthy moan, one that echoed off the walls and came from the back of your throat.
It felt like he was trying to stuff his fucking fist in there.
"S'too-" You whined, but you couldn't even finish. Trying to crane up again, desperate to see what he was doing.
"That's only two fingers," he murmured, experimenting out what it'd take to make you split, scissoring with steady strokes, like he was counting the seconds between each one in his head. "You can take it."
Confident, cocky, slowly increasing the pace, fingering you fast, eventually finding that sweet little spot at the back, crooking them cruelly and chuckling at the lewd squelches of your cunt.
"Look at you," he purred, and you didn't think you'd ever heard anyone sound so pleased. "Every part of you is perfect."
"Mm, S'toru," you slurred his name, eyes rolling back, thighs starting to tremble before he pulled his fingers back out, and you heard the distinct sound of him sucking them clean, moaning himself at the taste of you on his tongue.
You felt empty. Hot. Your skin burning, your body begging for him to keep going, all your thoughts drifting incoherently as you tried to drag out some sensibility from the recesses of your mind. But everything was too cloudy, barely clinging onto what was left of your rationality as one of his hands pressed down on your clit, rolling his palm over it, applying just enough pressure to make you croon.
Whining, all pitchy and weak, fingers forming a fist as you squirmed.
"You need more?" He teased, and you were already nodding, hips trying to move to entice him.
When it came down to it, you supposed you were just another animal, devolving down to your most basic instinct when the right stimulation came along. Depraved.
You felt him shuffle before you saw him, heard the creak of the table as his broad body climbed on top of you.
His hands shifting, one on your hip, one grabbing one of your tits, fully groping you now before he reached up with another to brush your hair back.
You were a little scared to think what he might be doing with the fourth one.
But his eyes were on you, and you were lost in them. Immediately sucked into the shimmer of them, even when the blue was almost swallowed by his blown-out pupils.
"Both my cocks are much bigger than the average penis size on your planet," he proudly proclaimed, something thick and wet nudging back between your thighs.
"Both?"
Too late.
The stretch burned. Each ridge practically engraving itself, leaving an imprint inside you as he slowly dragged along your walls. Pushing past the first ring of resistance with a throaty groan of his own, embarrassingly loud, his sharp jaw locked as he forced the last few inches in.
"That's my girl," he moaned, leaning down to kiss you to swallow your squeak, your guts being rearranged before he had even pulled back out to start fucking you properly.
Where the hell had he even learned to talk like that? Know how to make the butterflies in your stomach somersault?
And really, how on Earth (or in orbit) were you somehow nodding along to the idea of being an alien's girl?
"Told ya you can take it," he murmured between breaths, sucking on your bottom lip messily, biting hard enough you were pretty sure it might be bleeding. But you were too far gone to care, mindlessly agreeing in whimpers.
"Mm, mm," you tried to speak, but nothing more would come out, eyes rolling back when you felt a new pressure pushing against your puckered hole.
He paused though, pulling back enough to wink at you, white lashes fluttering as one of his hands let go of you to reach out and fumble for something on the other table you couldn't see. "Almost forgot."
You didn't get a chance to ask what before he was rubbing more of that lube there, shuddering at the almost slimy feeling on your skin.
Apprehensively, you tensed, but then he started fucking you, and you forgot to even breathe.
Only able to take and take and take, when he started stretching your ass out with a finger while he pumped your cunt full. It didn't feel like a normal cock - and not just because of its size. It was almost ribbed.
It didn't hurt, but it was the kind of intense that was impossible to ignore. Grinding deep against your womb, coaxing you into crying his name when his cock rubbed against all those spots he mapped out earlier.
Your mouth was watering, but he kept kissing you, testing how it felt to press his lips against the corner of your mouth, across your cheek, even down your jaw.
And when he started pushing his other cock in?
Your mind melted. Reason dissolving until the only thing left inside you was him.
You had never even done anal before.
But here you were, letting an alien stuff both your holes past the brim, his cocks big enough you could feel the pressure building and building, only separated by the thin wall of your anatomy.
Satoru was toying with your tits again, like stress toys made specially for him, all the overstimulating sensations mixing together and mounting, heightening each other until all you knew was his hands and his mouth and his cocks. Rewired by how good it felt to be played with, how right it felt to be stretched and split open.
You didn't even sound human anymore, Satoru devouring every single one of your devastated whimpers, encouraging more with delicious whispers that left you arching your back as much as you could off the table.
He bottomed both cocks out, and you thought you might die. Pain? Pleasure? Both?
And then he was back to rubbing more of that lube over your clit, thighs trembling and body quivering as he soothed you through it.
"You wanna cum for me, sweetheart?" He purred, and you could've climaxed from the cute smirk curling up on his lips, his perfectly sculpted face and those pretty patterns he was busy pressing against your swollen bud.
He pulled his fingers back right as you were about to crest over it, chuckling when you let out a huff.
"Say my name again."
"Toru, p-please," you were begging. Unable to move your wrists, to tether your fingers in his hair or claw at his shoulders, giving him your best set of puppy dog eyes.
He seemed to already see you as his pet.
"Well," he hummed, thumb returning to rubbing you again. "When you say it like that."
With one mean circle, Satoru dragged you over the edge - and dropped you into the ocean of him. White (and blue) blurred your vision, your body shuddering as you desperately cried his name, his thrusts somehow lazy and rushed, burying both his cocks in you and moaning at how hard you clenched down on them.
"S'fucking tight," he hissed, but he was right there with you, cumming hard and fast inside you too, hot spurts of it coating your insides as he throbbed inside you.
Your skin was still warm when he pulled out, your muscles sore and tense, body exhausted as you blinked up at him.
"That was fun," he grinned. "Ready for round two?"
Gojo couldn't have created a better specimen himself.
You fulfilled his every fantasy - and then some.
The research department found him two hours later, grumbling about getting locked out of the lab just to find the culprit readjusting a homemade vibrator with clinical precision to your clit.
His new favorite subject not quite passed out yet, cumming for the twelfth time, weak whimpers rolling out, a mess between your thighs and covering the clinic table.
You were drunk on him, delirious since orgasm six, nodding along to all his suggestions, pressing kisses to his skin every time he was close enough, not even straining against the cuffs or collar anymore. Just accepting all that he threw at you.
He checked off twenty items from his bucket list so far already - but he still had about a thousand more to go. Tying you up, fucking your mouth, pressing your thighs up to your chest, bending you over on the desk so he could role play as your boss. Walk you around on all fours around the spaceship and show his newest prize.
"This is unacceptable."
Blah blah blah.
He wasn't listening to whatever they were complaining about. All he was thinking about was new ways to explore your body, how much more research he was dying to do.
He hadn't stopped touching you, refusing to budge, your eyes rolled back and pretty little gasps panting from your lips as he turned up the setting on the vibrator.
"You cannot have sexual intercourse with our test subjects," snapped one of the higher-ups, scoffing at him with that annoying little chitter.
Gojo resented that he said subjects.
It wasn't plural. He only wanted you.
"Why not?" He retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's unethical," Suguru chimed in, leaning against the wall, like he wasn't watching your cute disoriented face scrunching up mid-climax.
"You kidnap them without their consent," Gojo pointed out. They didn't get to say no to him. It was his family's funding that supported their expeditions - covered the fuel costs to beam their unsuspecting test subjects up. "At least she consented to this."
One of the directors of the lab grimaced, all of them exchanging looks while Suguru snorted behind them.
What did humans say?
Checkmate.
"Sweetheart."
Someone was nudging you, a weak noise leaving your mouth, a keen whine as you blinked up at the bright lights. Waking up from a wet dream into a weirder reality, squinting up at Satoru's familiar face.
You felt the clamps unlock, thick fingers grazing against your throat before the collar was finally off.
He helped you sit up, your limp body moving like jello, thighs sore, no strength left to stand as you fell into his chest.
"They said I could keep you," he excitedly murmured, cradling you against him. He ruffled your hair, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before nuzzling your nose.
Keep you?
It took a few seconds to set in, your body sluggish as he already started rambling off plans, promising you pretty toys and a soft bed to sleep in, saying that you how cute you'd look all dressed up, how fun life together would be when you got to have sex all the time.
It’s breakfast, the kids are still half-asleep and yawning, pajamas wrinkled with cereal bowls clinking on the table, and Kento’s standing at the counter pouring orange juice—still shirtless from when he woke up, because you begged him to stay that way just a little longer since he’s always in his dress shirt and slacks just an hour after waking up like who the hell does that.
And that’s when your oldest squints up from their seat and goes:
“Daddy… what’s that on your back?”
You freeze mid-bite, spoon halfway to your mouth while Kento stiffens ever so slightly, his back muscles twitching under the sudden attention. He glances over his shoulder with practiced calm, the man who can handle million-yen clients and diaper blowouts without flinching—but even he hesitates when he sees those little curious faces blinking up at him.
“What do you mean?” he asks calmly, already knowing exactly what they meant.
“Those red spots,” your youngest chimes in, finger pointed like they’ve made some shocking discovery. “Are those…owies? Did you fall down?”
You nearly choked on your food. Kento turns to you for backup with his eyes narrowing like it’s a signal, but you’re no help at all—trying desperately not to laugh, lips pressed tight with your shoulders shaking as you try to contain yourself.
“Uhh…” He clears his throat, reaching for a shirt to tug on, finally. “They’re, uh…grown-up stuff”.
The kids make faces in sync. “Like taxes?”
“Worse,” you mutter under your breath.
Kento shoots you a look as he pulls his shirt on. “No,” he says a little too quickly. “Just Mommy was being a little silly”.
You raise an eyebrow at him all innocently. “Was I?”
He leans down to whisper in your ear as he passes with the juice. “You’re getting it back tonight”.
You grin over your coffee. “Good. Then you’ll have even more explaining to do”.
Later that day, your youngest hands him a Band-Aid. “For your owies, Daddy”.
He takes it with a resigned sigh and ruffles her hair before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart”.
❀ Bev girl!reader and her favourite client, Mr. Nanami
You’ve already been hit on eight times and it’s only eleven in the morning. Tasked with driving a drinks cart around the golf course, you mostly rely on tips to make a living, which means, unfortunately for you and your dignity, having to put up with the flirtations from sweaty, pot-bellied, balding men. Married men.
Like this one.
“You must work out a lot, huh? How else would you get those sexy legs?” He flashes you a grin with his yellow teeth, leaning on his club, the metal glinting and blinding under the sun, as if it’s supposed to impress you.
Putting on a tense smile, you retort, “No, this is all natural, sir. Much like our ciders, would you like one? They’ll taste great in this heat.”
He leans in closer. “I know what would taste better.”
“Perhaps your time would be better spent on practising your backswing instead of harassing poor girls, Jogo. I’ve seen straighter shots at a bar.”
You visibly relax. Your saviour is here.
Tall, muscular, and totally out of your league, Mr. Nanami is a regular at the golf course and a favourite amongst the other girls. Whereas the typical frequenters are either dismissive or too friendly, he treats you all with respect. He tips well too, though, honestly, you wouldn’t mind if he didn’t tip at all because the luxury of being treated like a person feels just as good as payday. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration but the point is, he can get with anything.
In fact, most of the girls would be ecstatic to be thrown a bone. You included.
The greasy man grumbles under his breath and backs off, joining the other men who stood by and did nothing. Thank God – no, thank him.
“I do apologise about my colleague’s behaviour; there’s no excuse and so I will not make one.”
Wearing a cream polo shirt, tailored trousers, and an expensive leather belt you can’t spend too much time looking at, he takes a cold bottle of water from the fridge and fishes some cash from his wallet. Damn, he looks amazing with his blonde hair and tight pants. Focus. He’s a client.
You reject his money. “No, it’s on me today, Mr. Nanami. You’re always so nice and sweet and I appreciate it more than you know.”
His smile is nothing short of dazzling – he’s not even trying to be charming and you know that. There’s just this amazing quality about that small twitch of his lips, like smiling isn’t something he does very often but when he gives you one, you know he means it — can hear how fast your heart is beating?
You sure hope not. That would be as embarrassing as being caught pressing your legs together at the low timber of his smooth voice.
“That’s kind, but unnecessary. I am simply doing what I should.” He slides a stack of money far exceeding the cost of his water on your hand, thumb grazing the skin, sparking electricity up your arm, and fixes you a firm gaze through his thin framed glasses. “Just a little thank you for your continued hard work. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can share with the other girls.”
You laugh. “No, sorry, we all know to pocket any tips the famously handsome Mr. Nanami gives us, so they’ll have to work for theirs.”
A quirk of his brow says you just said something you shouldn’t have and he has half a mind to punish you for it but he doesn’t.
Awkwardly, you clear your throat and start up the cart again. Being around him sends your nerves on overdrives, he makes you want to impress him, to be as witty as he is, to be better, to be good. That’s why you and the other girls can only stand to be around him for a couple minutes before you implode.
“Well, thank you for the tips. You're too good to us." You try and avoid his gaze; it's too much to bear in one sitting. "I wish you a good day, Mr. Nanami. Oh, and watch out for the grass by hole thirteen; it was just freshly cut and the other members say the ball curves right.”
“Thank you. And, please, call me, Kento.”
Beaming, you say, “Oh great! The girls have all been wondering what your first name was. They’ll be delighted to know.”
He leans in close, fresh cologne wafting in your nose and threatening to drive you dizzy. Up close, he looks even better, you can see the light stubble on his strong jaw, the sharp contours of his cheeks and nose, and his pretty eyes, clear as day and fixed on you.
“Let’s keep this between us, hmm?” Yet another stack of papers end up in your hands. “For being a good girl and giving me a heads up; it’ll come in handy with the bet I have with a certain Mr. Gojo.”
Then he rejoins his group, just as cool, calm and collected as when he first walked in all those years ago, leaving you completely flustered and richer than you ever have been.
I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public
[ID: Against a purple background, embroidery of the hungry caterpillar (a cartoony caterpillar in a hunch that has purple-antennae, a red head, two large green-on-yellow eyes, an open-mouthed smile, and a body in alternating segments of 4 shades of green). Embroidered text above and below reads “eat the rich”. /end ID]
