This is like one of those art house horror movies with symbolism I donât understand except I understand what this is trying to convey perfectly holy crap
This was originally about the inital phase of the pandemic and lockdowns but honestly? This is the exact mood Iâm feeling right now watching the US descend into fascism
You know, if you tell me you're okay in this position, we're gonna go past kissing... Just kidding. Not kidding. Either should be fine with me. And we're at school. And we're only kissing right now. But...
Overnight oats are equal parts by volume rolled oats and your milk of choice. Add a couple drops of lemon or lime juice. You wonât taste it but the acid breaks down the oats a little bit, letting you absorb the nutrients better.
Also add anything else you want to it. I like adding a spoonful of nut butter, a couple drops of maple syrup, and a dash of cinnamon. Other options include yogurt, fruit, jelly, sugar, spices, whatever.
Mix that all together in a sealable container and let it sit in the fridge overnight. Now youâve already got breakfast ready when you stumble confused and disoriented into the kitchen before work.
Another thing I like to do for easy oatmeal is bake like single serving sized oat cakes ahead of time and keep them in the fridge and heat them in the microwave and then break them up into a bowl of milk when I want some hot oatmeal.
For the oat cakes I use this recipe I stole from the tasting history channel but I usually leave out the dried fruit:
INGREDIENTS
250g oats
œ Cup Oat Flour (46g)
1 œ sticks (170g) butter melted
50g dried fruit chopped (apples, apricots, cherries)
6 tablespoons (126g) honey
œ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon (optional)
1. Preheat the oven to 350°F/180°C OR Set a skillet or frying pan over medium high heat. Cooking these on a skillet is closer to the way the Anglo-Saxons would have done it, but it is considerably more difficult.
2. Add the oats, dried fruit, cinnamon, and salt to a medium bowl and mix well. Then mix in the honey and the butter. Once fully incorporated, add the oat flour and mix to combine.
3. With your hands, form small flat patties fairly thin and about 3 inches across and set them on a lined baking sheet (or on a plate if you are using a skillet.)
4. If you are baking the cakes, bake in the oven for 10 - 12 minutes, or until they start to darken around the edges. Place the cakes on a wire rack to cool completely.
they probably cant love me back in a human or even mammalian sense, but my goldfish with their smooth pea-sized brain have learned to trust that i will make them better when they are sick. i feel like crying about this often
Maybe Princess the tarantula never had anything resembling what we as humans know as emotions, but she still came out of her burrow and up to the glass when weâd talk to her and used to stare at the drawing Iâd tape to her terrarium. Maybe she couldnât even comprehend what we were, but she knew we were there to take care of her. And even if she never showed that sort of curiosity or trust weâd still love her.
Idk if Munchie the praying mantis felt love for me, but I do know he trusted me enough to climb onto my hand when offered and was comfortable with allowing me to carry him places despite me being absolutely massive in comparison to him. So that's close enough in my book.
NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f!reader, college!au, best friends to lovers, frat party!au, exhibitionism, mutual pining, unprotected sex, one of those very cliche bickering / fighting to making out scenes, fingering, confessions, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that definitely last longer than seven minutes, creampie, dry humping.
(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.3k
NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : iâve done hcs about kissing during an argument before n ngl they kinda inspired this so :3 another lil instalment to the series + only two to go!! fank yew for sm support on these fics <3
geto suguru had always been a constant in your life, he was the consistency despite the inevitable change of everything else and you still think fondly back on the years spent together with your bestfriend.
heâd always been kind to you, well mannered and polite despite being a little fragile but he was your other half in a way and always pushed you to achieve everything he knew you could. he was your rock and the shoulder youâd cried on a few too many times than youâd like to recall. but heâd always treated you with an honesty and a respect that you basked in and held close to your chest through the years.
you remember sitting in the same tea shop you still visit now five years ago, youâd sigh with a âsuguruâ when you didnât get a question in your homework, and youâd hear him break into laughter before crossing his arms over his chest when you rested your head on the table, pouting while he pinched at your cheek and told you to let him see.
you still have your notebooks that youâd both use to doodle in class, steady scratches of ink and his name signed across the top, but now itâs been replaced by a laptop that heâd help you pick out when you graduated. itâs the same as his and youâre glad youâd stood your ground when it came to your insistence on a webcam, because you still found comfort in the late night cram sessions with suguru â pulling your laptop onto your stomach while he scribbles away at his notes, with the same type of pen he always used.
âweâre gonna need coffee in the morning, itâs almost 1am already.â youâd groan, rubbing at the your eyes with the heel of your palm and youâd watch your bestfriend lean back to stretch, his shirt rising slightly to show off the smooth ivory muscle that dips into the waistband of his sweatpants.
âitâs your turn, i got the last two.â suguru would hum, soft syllables as a teasing sort of smile twitches at his lips and youâd always feign a pout just so heâd look at you like that a little longer.
you remember it was the same way he looked at you as you both sat on the roof of your childhood home before you left for college, the one that was on the same street as his while the packed up boxes sat stacked in your room. your suitcase sat right next to his at the door and how both help the tangible pieces of your life, and itâs something that you still smile at.
âiâm still here with you.â is what suguru had told you in honesty when he noticed you staring into the same spot in the night sky, shuffling closer to wrap you in an embrace and rub at your back, and you still smiled despite the ache that settled in your chest that night at the thought of your cleared bedroom and the empty space it left.
âalways?â youâd asked with uncertainty but the âalways.â that fell quickly from your best friends lips in reply was nothing but earnest, honest.
it still hurt, but when you turned to meet his kind-hearted smile you noticed that the pain dulled, and maybe it was then that you first found yourself realising that he would always have you, your love, your vulnerability and youâre truth.
and maybe thatâs when love began to take its first few tentative steps to meet you both.
âare my good looks distracting you, sweet thing?â satoru laughs, pulling you back to where you are now, in the overheated living room of the frat party heâd dragged you and suguru too, and a look over your shoulder would reveal your dark haired bestfriend who gives you a grin.
he looks a little tired, you think. suguruâs kept his hair a little longer than how he used to back in high school, back when he didnât used to style his hair and it hung around the front of his eyes. he pulls it back, itâs still slightly messy but it fits, and it frames his features when he blinks at you, soft and slow before heâs raising his brow in a way that never fails to make you feel warm.
itâs become almost an immediate reaction when you turn back to roll your eyes at whatever seems to come out of satoruâs mouth at this point, snorting before heâs righting himself with a laugh and shooting you a cocky sort of wink.
youâd become comfortable in the push and pull youâd found in your group of friends, you and suguru had both met gojo in your first year and it warmed you from the inside at how quickly you three came together ( with the addition of utahime, whoâs excuse for not coming to the party tonight was the exam she has in a few days, and how she couldnât afford to lose the braincells that she claims hanging around with satoru would melt )
but with your blooming friendship you had realised just how perceptive gojo satoru was, having him pick up on your crush on your bestfriend fairly quickly, and maybe it was his realisation that made you truly realise it yourself.
even though you basically had to swear your trust to him for life when heâd teased you about it, making you tickle relentlessly at his sides until he was wiping his tears with his loud laughter and swearing secrecy.
you hear suguru laugh at gojoâs teasing in the now but then his eyes are back on you, and he really looks at you before heâs nudging into your side and mouthing a âyou really okay?â because at the root of who he wasâsuguru has always been kind, and you canât deny that youâre a little inwardly delighted that he still checks on you even now.
âwe gotta do something to get people excited, this needs to be wilder.â that same gojo hums, sending you a look that seems a little calculating and a dangerous sort of menacing when he taps on his chin with a long finger before heâs grinning.
âwhat are you smiling about?â suguru drawls, giving gojo a humoured sort of grin that makes him lean back to laugh before heâs falling forward again, shooting you both a teasing look from above the rim of his glasses.
âoh? you scared?â he hums and you feel your best friends arm hook around your shoulder before youâre pulled into his chest, feeling the warm muscle through his shirt when it presses against your side and you hate the way it makes your breathing hitch before suguru speaks again â his lips close enough for you to feel the way his breathing rolls over your shoulders.
âheh, nah. iâm sure weâll be fine.â
â
but fine wasnât exactly what youâd call this situation, gojoâs grand plan it seems was a good old game of seven minutes in heaven, and youâd be lying if you said that watching him round up a drunken group of students with the simple words wasnât amusing.
youâre sinking into the plush (but also grossly soaked with college mysteries) seat of the arm chair in the corner of the living room, while suguru takes his place on one of the thick arms. his thighs are spread at either side of the cushion as he leans against the back to balance his huge stature, knocking his calve against your thigh to pull your attention from the dramatics satoru is pulling in the middle of the room.
âyou sure âbout this?â he grunts from his place beside you, the question is spoken in earnest and you know that if you ever said you were uncomfortable heâd be pulling you out without a second thought.
but if you were honest, you werenât sure of this.
infact you hadnât realised just how tightly your hands had been nervously curling against your thighs for aslong as youâd sat here, because every couple that left the room with hoots and haulers, was one couple less infront of you and suguru â and watching your bestfriend and life-long crush being whisked into a darkened college closet with anyone who wasnât you for seven minutes of fucking heaven, wasnât exactly how youâd describe a good night.
âyouâre next, sweet thing.â satoru drawls, breaking you out of your own internal spiral just as your turn finally circulates and you donât notice the way that suguru also seems to tense at the words, shuffling uncomfortably by your side before heâs resting a heavy palm against your shoulder â his means of comfort, you tell yourself.
âspin it for me, please~â you ask, your words a smooth sort of plea and you watch a grin curl the sides of satoruâs lips before his eyes sweep to suguru quickly, a look that goes unnoticed by you from where his crystalline gaze is hidden behind his black, tinted frames.
you feel like you watch the amber of the empty beer bottle spin forever and you feel like youâre just about to climb the walls when it finally begins to slow, your heart rate climbing into a heavy sort of thud against your chest when you openly cringe about some of the possibilities scattered along the room.
but a possibility you donât consider, was the bottle landing just slightly to your left, shamelessly pointing towards your⊠bestfriend and crush geto? whoâs sending you a curious look from where heâs manspread at the side of your fucking arm chair â like heâs gauging your reaction before allowing himself to reveal his own, and you hate the way you feel hope dangle in the space where you take a breath.
youâve convinced yourself everything is fine, like youâll totally be able to resist the absolutely irresistible man youâre about to be trapped in a darkened closet with for seven minutes of fucking heaven, the same guy who youâve been crushing on for as long as youâve known him.
âiâm glad itâs just you i got, suguru.â you say nervously as youâre both marched towards your destination, desperately trying to feign like youâre not completely freaking out and this is totally normal.
but then you turn with your words and you donât miss the way suguruâs biceps twitch slightly with your effort to hide your true feelings, hearing him hum lowly before his shoulders drop with a sigh and his tongue pokes at his cheek, but just as quickly as his irritated expression forms it vanishes.
âyeah, just me..â thereâs a change in his tone with his reply, itâs not the usual smooth and soft tone he seemed to reserve for you â it was sharp and honest and⊠hurt? before the door of the closet is suddenly shutting behind you both and you sway when you look up at geto to realise his eyes are already on you.
youâre so aware of the close proximity between you both and if you werenât so hellbent on trying not ruin your friendship with geto suguru youâd gladly melt closer, pushing yourself against the soft muscle of his broad chest just so you can feel the way his warmth curls down your spine in blissful waves.
but then youâre suddenly aware of the awkward silence that settles in the darkened room, one that was so unfamiliar you feel a sudden nervousness twist in your abdomen before you finally speak. âi didnât mean it like that.â you say quickly, suddenly reminding yourself of your previous words and you watch suguruâs shoulders drop again when he exhales.
âis that all youâll ever see me as?â geto says plainly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats as he casts you a heavy look that you almost mistake for a glare in the dim lighting.
âwhat does that mean? weâre best friends.â you reply quickly, your hands twisting into the hem of your skirt when you search desperately for the warmth hidden behind suguruâs gaze, noticing that he almost flinches with the title you still speak in earnest â like youâre trying to convince yourself heâs just that, despite the way your bestfriend always seemed to make your heart jump.
âfuck, see that is exactly what i mean.â he grunts and the bite to his tone catches you off guard as you watch him place his large palm across his face, and you feel some form of instinct turn in your stomach before youâre biting back with a tone thatâs even colder.
âno, youâre not making any sense, sugu. iâve known you foreveââ you hiss and suguruâs volume rises with his breath when he cuts you off just as the final thread of his patience snaps. âand i have loved you for just as long. do you know how many times iâve seen your heart broken knowing i could treat you better? do you know how annoying that is to watch?â
âand why didnât you say anything then?â you hiss back, the sudden confession from your bestfriend making your emotions run rampant, ensuing chaos on your train of thought and clouding your judgement when you glare back, not realising heâs taking a step closer.
âwould you have listened?â he bickers back and you realise that you both really sound like some old married couple you normally see in the aisle of the supermarkets fighting over fruit.
except maybe not as cute, because suguru clicks his tongue and your heart kicks against your chest with a sharp thud before youâre leaning closer, poking your finger against his chest to emphasis your reply. âyes because if you actually looked at me for one second. youâd know that iâve thought about the exact same thiââ
the end of your sentence is cut off when suguruâs lips suddenly find your own and his imposing stature is pressing you tight against the door behind you.
the way he kisses you has you reeling, itâs lazy and slow but so very satisfying, and you gasp when he licks into your mouth with an instensity that makes you whimper, feeling his tongue drag messy along your own, and you canât help but exhale in a reverence before your hands are twisting in his hair to pull him closer.
âdo you know how long iâve waited for you to say that, sweetheart?â suguru grunts when he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his soft pants cooling the mixture of spit on your pouty lips while his large hands grab at your hips.
âwell iâm saying it now. so kiss me, sugu.â you laugh and thereâs a subtle curl to the corners of his lips before heâs on you again, turning your positions to lead you back against the small cabinet hidden in the corner as he moves his lips against your own followed by a content sort of sound.
âshit, sound so fuckinâ pretty when you say that.â suguru hears himself groan before heâs shooting you a softer, tilted grin. he feels like heâs caught in a stand still and when he feels your fingers pull tighter at his hair he feels the last of his resolve snap, his tongue dipping past your lips to glide along your own and he hopes you can feel the years of pining and feelings he buries into the kiss.
âyouâre sure about this?â he asks as his hips cage you against the countertop, bunching your skirt up around your hips and you feel heat burst along the new skin he reveals when he squeezes, giving him a soft, keening ây-yes.â in response and youâve never felt so sure of anything in your life when you breathe heavy with him â fingers tangling in his hair to keep kissing him.
âshitâyou donât know how many times iâve thought about this, sweetheart.â your thighs wrap around suguruâs hips to squeeze around his middle and you gasp when you feel him roll his cock forward into you. âfucking me in a frat closet?â you giggle before it breaks into a gasp when the blunt head catches under the hood of your clit through your panties and makes your abdomen twitch while suguru smirks down at you. ânah, finally getting to call you mine, pretty girl.â
you can feel his heart thudding against your chest where heâs got it pressed tightly to your breasts, brushing his nose against yours as his shaky breath rolls over your lips and his fingers flex in your skin.
heâs barely touched you and suguru already feels like heâs losing his mind, the way your body feels against his really is like fucking heaven and the doe-eyed look you cast him when he pulls away only reminds him how tightly you have him wrapped around finger.
âyou are so fucking beautiful.â he drawls, dark eyes sweeping over your disheveled appearance when he casts you a heavy look from under his lashes before his lips are trailing down your skin â smearing messy kisses along your jawline.
you feel him growl, low and rugged while his teeth nibble along the sensitive spots that have your head dropping back to moan when he rolls the delicate skin gently between his teeth, smoothing his tongue over the blooming marks after, and the deep throb of desire you feel in your gut almost drowns out how loud the bass that still echoes through the closet from the other side of the door is.
you whimper, words spoken dreamily like a half-drunken mantra and fuckâwere you intoxicating, suguru thinks.
the way you smooth your fingers through his dark hair before youâre pulling at the rootsâmaking his bun fall into a messier style as it begins to frame his flushed features with an unruly but charming effect, and he pulls away to cast you a look that reminds you just how pretty he looks when heâs a little wild, a little needy.
it feels like thereâs a fire in the darkened closet that almost consumes you both, and you feel like youâre losing yourselves in the fiery, lustful spark but you canât stop, youâd rather beg to continue â to burn longer, together as you both plead for the carnal release you crave.
you feel suguruâs head dip to kiss along your collarbones, tracing his lips along the low neckline of your shirt, and the catch of his soft lips on your skin makes your thighs squeeze around his hips before heâs groaning. breathing heavy and eager when his fingers climb the seams of your body to flick the thin straps off your shoulders, letting him pull and tuck your shirt under your tits.
one of his hands move quickly under your bra, pulling it down to grab a slow, languid handful of your breast while his calloused thumb swipes back and forth over the firmed, pointed bud. the way you moan for him has his cock twitching in his pants, heavy and throbbing as you arch into his touch with warm need before he leans down, messily tracing his tongue along the same trail his thumb created moments ago.
suguru suckles languidly, dragging his tongue in slow, agonising, mindless patterns across the sensitive, aching skin of your nipples and he feels like he could watch you like this forever. his awe of you feels like it burns you as the unruly, charming fall of his hair lies across his cheeks.
âholy shit, sweetheart. look at you.â he mumbles against your tits, continuing his lewd, messy movements as his own spit coats his cheeksâsoft pants cooling where it lies along your skin while his other hand trails its way up the inside of your thighs to pull your panties to the side.
you feel the first swipe of his fingers pet along your glistening folds as he traces the rough pad to part the petals of your pussyâgathering your slick before heâs smearing it under the hood of your clit and rolling the puffy bud with two fingers as your voice echoes through the walls of the darkened closet. âi want you, suguâah!â
suguru peers up at you through heavy eyes before his fingers are sinking into you, theyâre thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but heâs already making the whole fucking room tremble when he presses them up into you, grazing them along the swollen spot inside of you until your eyes feel like theyâre rolling back towards the ceiling.
âalways known you better than anyone elseâfuck, know exactly what you need, angel.â his fingers drag more of your slick out everytime they sink into you and itâs lewd, the loud squelching sounds that youâre convinced heâs determined to engrave into the walls with every twist of his wrist.
it was true that suguru knew you better than anyone, even now â when heâs languidly pumping his fingers in and out of your wet heat, using his thumb to roll your clit as he brushes against the spongy spot inside of you with a precision thatâs almost scary considering this is the first time heâs touched you.
youâre whimpering and rolling your shoulders already, and you hope that the heavy bass thatâs echoing through the frat is loud enough to drown out the way youâre crying out for him when your lips tremble, and he pushes his fingers deeper, feeling your walls twitch and squeeze around him at the new pace as he grins at you.
âsee, sweetheart. gonna take such good care of you.â suguru drawls, scissoring his fingers inside of you and he fucking loves the way youâre grinding into his touch with needy little humps, brushing your clit harder against his thumb as your warm walls pulse around his digits, sucking him back in everytime he draws them out.
youâve never been so sure of anyone in your life, he always treats you like you were made of glass and maybe he truly was your other half. but this was new territory, a new lesson and he wants nothing more than to burn your pleasure to memory, the way your brows fall in bliss or the way your lips part to moan.
geto suguru knows everything about you; from how you look when you lie, to your tells when youâre about to cry, so maybe thatâs why you feel your orgasm tingle and burn along your skin almost embarrassingly quickly, because he could tell that the way youre twisting your hands in his shirt and whining so prettily for him was truth because he knows you.
your thighs quiver around the width of his huge stature when he works your body with smooth but intense precision, the heated desire thatâd been twisting in your stomach finally snapping with the first too-much touch of his fingers. the way youâre crying out for him is addictive, your bestfriend, whoâs kissing you dizzy once more as your pussy throbs around him, hips rocking back and forth as you hiccup and mewl and he greedily swallows up the sounds.
âc-canât get enough of you, pretty.â suguru pants before heâs kissing you again, words raspy and muffled when he draws his fingers back to scoop his heavy, throbbing cock out of his pants, sighing at the sudden sexual freedom when it springs free. he feels the cool air roll over the sensitive glands as it smears pre-cum along the skin of your thighs, and he sucks on your bottom lip before he pulls away.
his fingers wrap around the thick base before heâs giving it a few rough strokes of his hand, grunting when it throbs against his palm and heâs pulling his shirt between his teeth to let the fabric pool above his thick chest. he taps the blunt head teasingly against your clit, sending you a grin thatâs a little cheeky as much as it is sweet when you twitch in the remnants of your tingling pleasure.
âyou gonna take all of it, sweetheart?â you hear suguruâs question drop to a growl when he rests his heavy cock along your pelvis, giving you a taste of how deep heâs going to reach inside of you.
the deep throb of want with the sudden realisation has your breath catching before youâre leaning back, sliding your fingers between your folds to spread them lewdly like a silent plea. the action pulling a long, hum of amused approval from your bestfriend before his large palm is keeping you pinned to the counter beneath him, and his lips are curling into a smirk.
âfuck, thatâs my girl.â he drawls, squeezing playfully at your sides with his fingers but itâs just enough to have you both laughing together before he lines himself up, letting his cock part itâs way through your folds to find the entrance of your flexing cunt.
you watch the way suguruâs lips part to groan before his head is falling forward to rest his forehead against yours, the dark ends of his hair tracing featherlight touches along your cheeks as he finally pushes past your folds. you feel his large hands squeeze at your hips when he finally begins to sink into your warm cunt, breathing deep as he drags you along the thick spread of his cock, and it feels like he sinks into you forever âyour walls flexing around him the deeper he goes.
âoh fuckâlook how well you take me, sweetheart.â he grunts, lavishing and indulging in the way your body feels like it was fucking made for him, his eager hands stroking down the curve of your hips before theyâre flexing almost too tight in the skin when he finally bottoms out with a pleased hiss.
suguruâs broad chest expands with a deep inhale before he moans, drawing his hips back until only the head is left inside of your twitching pussy before heâs sinking back into you, and it feels like he reaches even deeper this time. the thick spread of his cock feels like it punches the air out of your lungs when he begins a steady pace, and the needy push and pull of your cunt rewards each heavy thrust with a twitch around his cock that has him groaning deep.
âreally been made for me all these years. fuckinâ k-knew it.â thereâs a carnal drop in his tone now that heâs finally buried in you, now that youâve given your all to him and heâs drinking it up so eagerly, like he wants to be glued to you for eternity, to eat, drink, breathe your pussy and your pleasure in every lifetime after this one.
âfeels so good, suguruâfuck!â you gasp and suguru canât help but think that his name has never sounded better than when its breathed from your lips in whispery bliss.
the force of his hips pick up as his grip on your skin tightens, the loud and clapping force of his thrusts echoing through the walls of the darkened closet, feeling him melt into you as you drag your nails along the skin of his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
âyeah? fuck, y-you like that? sound so sweet for me.â suguru grumbles, an air of playfulness to his tone with the way he exhales a crooning sort of chuckle. but his movements are becoming sloppier despite the way the strength behind them remains, he feels like heâs losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room, the way your body is clapping against his and the hug of your warm walls around his cock.
you can hear the way the old countertop beneath you is banging against the wall in time with the rhythm of his hips, and youâre pretty sure whatever fratâs keep stored in cabinets hidden in dark closets is clattering around inside also. but suguruâs got you feeling mindless, and you canât bring yourself to care about anything except how fucking good you feel when his cock brushes against your swollen spots with ease, fucking every thought out of your mind that isnât him.
âshit, let me feel you sweetheart.â suguru breathes ragged as he hugs you closer, pounding away at the spot that has a pleasurable warmth pooling in your abdomen and you feel his huge stature tremble when he curls over you.
âso pretty.â is spoken against your skin when he rests his face in the crook of your neck and the praise feels like it drips down your body as he smears messy, wet kisses along your shoulder â bathing you in confessions that make your limbs feel weightless.
the blunt head of his cock feels like it kisses every part of you when he hooks your thigh higher around his waist, following it with a particularly sharp roll of his hips as his trimmed pelvis grinds against your puffy clit. you can almost feel the way heâs thickening and throbbing in time with the needy coax of your cunt, the grip he has on you almost bruising as you cry out into the darkened closet, your hips trembling and pulling a drunken laugh from your bestfriend before his eyes close for a moment in pleasure of his own.
suguruâs sharp eyes cut down into you with the first jolt of your body, the coiling, tight heat in your stomach finally snapping as your hands move to twist tightly in the dark roots of his hair, making you gasp and jolt with the familiar rush of your second orgasm finally washing over you, and it feels even more intoxicating than the last.
âfuck, there w-we go, sweetheart. love you like this, shitâi love you.â your dark haired bestfriend groans with the first milking compression of your walls, pulling back only to pull you in for another feverish kiss, lewd whimpers of how tight you are mixing with more hormone-drunken, slurred confessions as your cunt continues to squeeze him and he gives more to you than he has anyone before.
âi love you too, suguââ you breathe and your whispery, drawl is all it takes for suguru to finally spill into you with a sharp grunt as your cunt milks him, swallowing your moans with deeper ones of his own as he kisses you dumb with low growls and babbled curses hissed between your lips.
his thrusts are shallow as he fucks his thick load into you, pushing a mixture of both your orgasms out the tight seal of your walls everytime his cock sinks back into you with a lewd, wet sound. his movements only cease when youâre both hissing from sensitivity and heâs holding himself above you, pressing warm kisses along your lips and cheeks as you both bask in the drowsy, warm moments following your orgasms before the silence settles.
âso you were right here all along?â you break the silence with a laugh, and you feel suguru straighten up over you before heâs sending you a smile thatâs pink cheeked, but just as gentle and comforting as always. so when you inhale, you donât hold your breath because you exhale just fine at the warmth you still feel in his gaze.
âyeah, told you didnât i. for now and for always, sweetheart.â he promises and you smile before youâre elbowing him playfully âstop that, youâre so cheesy, sugu!â you smile and suguru chuckles before heâs speaking âi love you.â out loud instead of whispering it and kissing you again. he hopes you notice that his tone doesnât waver, his words laid on the line, bare and honest and hoping you know he means it from this lifetime until the next.
the way he touches you after is gentle, both souls stripped bare for eachother and it would almost be romantic if you still werenât stuck in some dingy frat house closet. but just as suguru curls you against his chest you feel a familiar drone sound from the other side of the closet, led lights and the stuffy atmosphere seeping into the room when the door cracks open and satoru is sending you both a narrowed, playful smirk thatâs a little too observant for your liking.
âoh? arent you two sweet. was countinâ on ya to finally get together, utahime owes me for this.â
warnings/description: loss of virginity, handjobs, blowjobs, premature ejaculation, 69âing, oral male and fem receiving, whiny Peter, slight sub!Peter, awkward Peter, cute consent, probably ooc Peter, sorry.Â
posting two days early because I finished it and why not?
Peter totally wasnât insecure about anything ever. Him? Pfft, no. He was the most confident, not insecure person who ever lived. So what if he was a virgin? So what if he hadnât actually ever gone all the way? Or gotten a blowjob.. or a handjob⊠or even any over the clothes touchingâŠ
That was besides the point! It didnât matter- not like he actually cared. It wasnât for his lack of trying. He was always down to clown it just⊠He hadnât found the right person. Apparently being a mutant speedster wasnât a turn on for most people. Who would have thought?Â
Oh well. Heâd lived his life this long without it, whoâs going to say he couldnât live the rest of his life being perfectly content with his hand or his stupid fleshlight? Heâd live itâs not like-Â
But oh when he saw you for the first time he lost his damn mind. Why were you so pretty? Why did you talk to him? Show him any sort of attention? Peter wasnât used to it, and it immediately made his brain short circuit. He wasnât the brightest in the bunch, but he knew you had to at least like him a little to want to hang around him.
 But why? Peter still couldnât wrap his mind around the fact that you actually wanted to hang out with him. Was it some form of pity? Did you feel bad for him? God he hoped notâŠ
You two became fast friends, but Peter couldnât help but want more. Not in a creepy way, just like a hey Iâm in my 20âs and still a virgin and now that a girl is showing me attention my body is reacting like a teenage boy going through puberty-
God he needed to get a grip on himself. Get it together Peter! Keep it in your pants for Christ's sake.Â
And of course what he didnât know was that you loved teasing the hell out of him. Seeing his cheeks heat up and the way he stumbled over his words. It was priceless.
The first night you kissed Peter, he was positive heâd died and went to heaven, or was in some super realistic dream. There was just no way this was real. Why would you want to kiss him? Him of all people.Â
But boy did he kiss back. His lips molded against yours perfectly as you draped your arms over his neck, humming against his soft lips, eyes closed as you attempted to deepen it.
Peter was loving it. He was convinced he could stay like this forever. Well that was until you attempted to climb into his lap and he freaked out and zoomed off in a blur of silver.
He finally had someone who wanted to mess around with him and now he was too shy? What was wrong with him!Â
Itâs not that he didnât want to- he was just incredibly nervous. Like heart beating out of his chest, stomach churning nervous. What if he did something wrong? As far as he knew you didnât know he was a virgin, but if he kept up this act youâd find out in no time. How embarrassingâŠ
But still, every time you tried to initiate anything other than kissing, Peter either made an excuse or just straight up ran off. It was embarrassing but he couldnât bring himself to tell you why he acted the way he did. What would you say? What would you think?
Even once you two officially started dating, he was super shy and jumpy. He didnât even really like to sleep in the same bed with you. Cuddling? He was fine with, but there was something so intimate about sleeping in a bed with your partner that he just wasnât ready for.
He never really thought he had problems showing or giving affection, but the longer he was with you the more he realized he was terrified of all of it.Â
You were so patient with him, which made him feel even worse. He saw how desperate you were to be with him but poor Peter couldnât bring himself to actually do it.
He wanted to. He jerked off every night to the thought of you, of your pretty face and how you looked at him during your makeup sessions. It had him cumming in surely a world record speed.Â
Peter researched why he felt this way. Why couldn't he just be with you the way he wanted. Like dude, the image of the two of you naked and sweaty, rocking against each other? It really got him going, but the reality of it seemed too much for his poor brain to be able to process.
He came to the conclusion that he was scared of intimacy. Or maybe he was just nervous to have his first time. Some odd combination of the both. He had to get over it, right? He couldnât stay a virgin for the rest of his life. Especially when he had a smoking hot girlfriend right in front of him.Â
He had to find a way to get over it⊠He was determined now.
Finally, you two had been dating steadily for three months now. Three whole months with no under the clothes touching. Or over the clothes touching either if weâre being honest.
You had kind of clued in now that Peter was nervous about being with you in such an intimate way. You never pushed him. When he was ready, if he ever was, he would let you know.
So thatâs why you were a bit surprised when during one of your frequent makeout sessions, when Peter began to harden in his sweatpants, he didnât pull away. You noticed how his breath sped up, but instead of running off, he stayed put.
Your hands fell to his thighs gently, testing the waters as Peter pulled away from your lips to catch his breath. He whined quietly, barely able to be heard as his hips subtly arched into the feeling of your warm hands.
Before you went any further though, no matter how much he seemed to want it, you decided to ask him how he was feeling in the moment.Â
âPeter? Hey, if you want to Iâd love to, but I donât want you to feel like you have to. If you arenât ready, that's okay too.â You said quietly, reaching up to cup his cheek.
His skin was warm and red under your touch as he nuzzled the side of his face into your palm, sighing softly as he closed his eyes.
âI uh- I do. Iâm ready, I want to.â He said quietly, not meeting your eyes.
âIâm sure by now youâve realized Iâm a virgin.â He mumbled, blushing impossibly darker as he huffed quietly, his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt.Â
âPeter, thatâs nothing to be ashamed of. Itâs okay.â You hummed, pulling your boy closer in an attempt to give him some sort of comfort. You could see how he was fighting himself in his mind, wrestling between the choice to do this, or to run away. Again. He was tired of running away.
âI just- I donât want to do a bad job- I really want to make you feel good. And Iâve watched porn and shit like that but it- itâs not the same and I really donât have any clue what to do.â He whispered, the saddest most desperate look on his poor face.
âWe can go slow and I can help you. Anytime you have a question you ask, okay? I will never ever judge you. And if you want to stop, thatâs okay too. Itâll be okay, I promise.â
Your words were exactly what heâd needed to hear these past few months when he was too afraid to even talk to you about any of this. He was finally ready. Youâd need to walk him through it but he was ready.
âOkay, I want to. Please- need it.â He whined softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he weakly bucked his hips forward in search of friction of any kind.
Slowly but surely you let your hand fall to his crotch, rubbing over the bulge in his pants gently, trying to coax out more of those beautiful noises from his throat.
Peter tensed for a half a second before he shuddered, leaning further into you as he whined.Â
âF-fuck-â he choked out, bucking his hips up, causing your hand to slide farther against his covered length.Â
âFeels good-â he mumbled weakly, body tingling with pleasure as he tried to keep himself composed to the best of his ability.Â
âMore please-â He grunted, already so worked up and you found it so adorable. He was in for the time of his life.
You pawed at his length with a bit more pressure and you saw the way that his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch you, but was nervous to make a move.
You moved your hand from his crotch and took both his hands in your own before placing them on your breasts.
Peterâs eyes widened to a near impossible size and you were worried they might actually pop out of his head at this point.
Damn. You had bomb titties. Like ooh mama they were amazing.
He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of his excess saliva before he started drooling or something-
He squeezed your breasts in each of his hands, reveling in the warm, squishiness of them. He could stay like this for the rest of his life. He was sure of it.
You let him explore your body for as long as he wanted, touching every part of you he could reach in a curious exploration of something heâd so badly wanted to do for so many years.Â
This was it⊠He was going to lose his virginity tonight. And he couldnât wait.
Your hand came down to gently massage his length once more before finding the elastic of his sweatpants, dipping your fingers under it so slowly.
Peter was too enamored with your breasts to realize what you were doing at first. He panicked a bit when he finally realized, worried that maybe he wasnât big enough- did his dick look weird? When was the last time he actually inspected himself? So many worrying thoughts flooded through your mind but the second your hand crept under his pants and past the waistband of his boxers to finally touch his cock without any restrictions?⊠He was on cloud nine.
Heâd never felt something like this. Sure he had his own hand to compare it to, but yours was so soft, so warm and so so much better than his own.Â
It took everything in him not to nut the second you touched him. It really did. He was so desperate. His cock twitched in your touch as you did your best to stroke him inside his boxers, thumbing over the tip to collect the pre-cum there. You couldnât see it, but he felt like he had a nice cock. A big, bulbous tip, a nice, decently long shaft, and thick veins that ran across it.Â
Your mouth watered a bit at the thought of tasting him, and you were just about to. But much to Peterâs embarrassment, a few more strokes had him cumming hard over your hand, making a mess of his boxers.
He froze, body tensing as he bit down on your shoulder to muffle the noises that fell from his mouth. Holy shit⊠How embarrassing. You barely touched him and he came.Â
You gasped softly in surprise, not expecting it so quickly, but his name was quicksilver after all. Maybe for more reasons than one? Speaking of quicksilver, he was hard again almost instantly. Thank whatever gods there were that he recovered as quickly as he did. So at least he was ready for round two in the blink of an eye. His cock twitched with interest once more as you removed your hand from his pants, looking at the white creamy fluid that covered your fingers.Â
âWhat do you want to do now?â You asked him, watching the adorable fucked out expression on his face. He sat up a bit taller and cleared his throat, recovering from his sudden orgasm.Â
âI uh- Iâve always wanted to uh- sixty-nine? But I havenât Uh- youâd have to tell me what to do to make you feel good. Like I obviously know about the clit- pshhh, duh, but like I want to make sure Iâm doing it right.â He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as the cum covered the front of his boxers.
You slowly peeled your shirt off your body, Peter gawking at you the whole time.
You gestured to his clothes and in a second, with a soft âfwipâ he was naked in front of you. Well damnâŠÂ
He blushed softly, looking at you for any signs of disappointment, which you certainly didnât show.Â
His cock was just as hot as you expected it to be. It curved slightly to the left, and was⊠Well, probably the prettiest cock youâd ever had the pleasure of viewing.
It wasnât too thick, but was long, and god you couldnât wait to feel it inside of you. Patience.. That would come later.
âPretty.â You whispered, which sent shivers up Peterâs spine. Pretty? What? You- Jesus he could barely think.
You unclasped your bra and in a split second he was on you again, his large palms cupping your breasts as he kneaded them gently.
He looked at you curiously before he let his lips ghost over your hard nipples before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking gently.
His mouth felt delicious against your breasts and you arched your chest into the feeling, hands gently grabbing his silver hair.
He spent several minutes exploring your breasts before he pawed at your jeans, trying to urge you to take them off.Â
You did just as he wanted, unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your little panties.
And lord, Peter almost came again. The sight of you nearly completely naked made his cock ache. He needed something. Now.Â
He grabbed for you, getting you into a lying position as you kicked off your underwear, letting it fall somewhere as he manhandled you into the perfect position. You were facing his length as he faced your core, both of you in a lying position. Peter nearly drooled at the proximity to your dripping cunt, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and taste.
âGo ahead baby.â You said gently as you took his cock in hand once more, stroking it firmly as you spit onto the tip.Â
Peter almost forgot all about tasting you the second your hand was in contact with his cock, but luckily he hadnât.
He scooted forward a bit, letting his tongue press against your core, barely breaching your folds. He swallowed hard, your slick covering his tongue in an intoxicating flavor that he could find himself easily getting addicted to.
He parted your folds with his tongue, delving inside as if heâd done this hundreds of times before. His nose brushed against your clit as he licked and sucked to his heart's content, mouthing at your core with a desperation youâd never experienced.Â
You pressed your lips to the tip of his throbbing cock and his breath stuttered against you, lips wobbling.
His eyes were closed and his hands rested on your thighs as he tried to get his tongue as deep inside you as humanly possible.Â
He was losing his ever loving mind. The mixture of you on his tongue and the way you licked so gently against the tip of his cock had him seeing stars.
He pulled away for a moment to breathe and watch as you kitten licked his cock.
He whimpered softly, bucking his hips against your lips, causing his cockhead to slide across your cheek, smearing his pre-cum against your skin.
âS-sorry-â he mumbled, biting down on his bottom lip as you finally took his tip into your mouth, suckling on it like it was some kind of damned popsicle. The vacuum your mouth created against him had him crying out, thighs quivering as he teared up from the pleasure.
Your tongue gently traced the slit in his head and it had Peter crying out in sensitivity, but he couldnât bring himself to tell you to stop or even be gentle, because heâd be lying if he said he didnât enjoy the slight pain it brought along with the overwhelming pleasure.Â
âFuck fuck fuck- ooooh god baby oh sHit-â he decided to shut himself up by burying his face back in your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it.
You had to say, for his first time, he wasn't bad. Not at all. In fact he was actually decent. He found your clit nearly instantly and suckled it into his mouth, being as gentle as could be while still pleasuring you.
You bobbed your head over his length, coating him in your saliva as he weakly bucked his hips forward, causing you to gag slightly.
Peter still couldnât believe this was happening, part of him thinking this was some wet dream that his mind had dreamt up to torture him with.Â
But nope. It was real. So real. Too real if you asked him.Â
And soon enough he was close for the second time that night, body shaking with pleasure as you suckled on his cock. Dear lord, he couldnât take it anymore, it was too much.
âY-you gotta stop- Iâm gonna- oooooh Iâm gonna bust baby-â he begged, hips desperately flexing as he shuddered.
You just continued your assault on his poor cock, milking him for everything he had, and he came once again, costing your mouth in his salty release.
He threw his head back and gasped, unable to catch his breath for several seconds. He thought he was going to die, but by some sort of luck, he survived. He was alive and well. So much better than well in fact.
He shivered as you popped off of his length, wiping your mouth as you swallowed his release and god damn, that was so hot to him.
He sat up shakily, breathing heavily as he blinked slowly, bliss overcoming him as he tried to calm himself down.Â
Twice. Youâd brought him to release twice already and he still wanted more.
There was just one last thing to do, and Peter was a little nervous, but ready.
He wanted to fuck you.
He sat up, glancing around your room curiously. The last thing he wanted was for the two of you to have to stop because you didnât have protection. As much as Peter knew he could probably pull out before he came, he in no way wanted to risk it. Not a chance.
âYou donât got a Uh- a condom do ya?â He asked, chuckling softly as he fidgeted with his hands.
âYou think I donât? Iâve been waiting months for this Peter-â you said, reaching over into your bedside drawer and pulling out a little foil packet, tossing it to Peter. He tore it open and carefully slid it on his length. It felt weird, tight but not bad. Just a new feeling, just like everything else that heâd experienced today.
You laid back on the bed, your breasts bouncing so perfectly as Peter stared for a bit too long, losing his train of thought as he so often did. Â
You cleared your throat, snapping Peter out of his trance like state staring at your bomb as hell titties. Okay maybe he shouldnât say it like that- your magnificent breasts. Was that better? No.. no it definitely was not.
The way you laid on your back, wiggling your hips upwards made Peter lightheaded and he found himself crawling towards you without a thought, pulling you into a kiss, his cock nudging at your entrance. His body was shaking a bit and he wasnât sure if it was from excitement or nervousness. Maybe both? Yeah.. yeah probably both. Because holy shit, he was really about to do this? After today heâd no longer be a lame twenty something year old virgin! Yay! That had to call for a celebration of sorts.
He took his cock in hand, giving it a few firm strokes before placing it back at your entrance, giving a gentle push as you cunt sucked him in. Your wetness mixed with his saliva made the best lube as he slid right in with very little resistance.
A heavy gasp fell from your lips as with his first thrust inside, you felt as if the air had been knocked right from your lungs. He was hitting your cervix with ease, a bit of pain coming from just how far inside he was.
You gripped onto his shoulders as he began to thrust back and forth slowly, the feeling quite literally too much. You were so warm, so fucking tight and the way his cock slid in and out of you was a real sight to behold.Â
He gripped the sheets by your head to steady himself. The last thing he wanted was to collapse and crush you or something embarrassing like that. Thatâd almost definitely ruin the mood.
Except you were sure he could do just about anything right now and it wouldnât ruin the moment. He was so far inside you you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around Peters waist, pulling him closer as you cried out with each of his perfect thrusts.
Your moans were music to his ears and he swore he could record it and listen to it on repeat every second of the day. You shouldnât even be allowed to make noises like that, considering the effect it had on poor Peter.
âFuuuuuuck youâre so warm- my god-â He groaned out as he thrust into you, his pace getting progressively faster and a bit rougher. You were definitely going to be sore later, but it would all be worth it.
You smiled softly and scratched at his shoulders gently with your nails, dragging a moan from his throat as his hips stuttered.
Heâd find a pace and then stutter every few thrusts, humping into you with the desperation of an animal in heat.
He couldnât believe heâd been missing out on this all these years. Sure people had told him sex felt good but this was more than just good. This was heaven.
âMmm, so good for me Peter, r-rub. Rub my clit-â you whined out, pressure building in your core with each thrust, his groin bumped against you, tingles of pleasure spiking through you.
Peter did exactly as you asked, one of his hands coming down to rub against your clit when suddenly he had the most devilish idea.Â
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in concentration as he began to buzz the pads of his fingers across your clit as he grinned, knowing the effect it would have on you.
You yelped in surprise, eyes flying open as you looked down to see what he was doing. Oh. You hadnât even thought of that as a possibility but it was so good.
âPeter- baby I-Iâm close-â you managed to choke out, arching your back to meet each of his thrusts, your poor abused pussy clenching around him in desperation.
âIâm close too- fuck cum for me baby- cum for Quickie-â He let out a breathless laugh as his thrusts lost their rhythm even more, his thighs shaking as he felt himself just about to tip over the edge.
You werenât sure if the two of you came at the same time, but it had to have been pretty damn close because the second you saw stars behind your eyelids, you felt warmth inside you as Peter released into the condom.
Once the two of you rode out your releases and caught your breath a bit, he pulled out of you, pulling the condom off his sensitive length and tossing it into the small trash can at the edge of the bed.
He collapsed against the bed, chest heaving hard as he turned over to look at you. He was a wreck, sweaty silver hair covering his forehead and poking him in the eye as he blinked. His whole body was hot to the touch, glistening with the smallest sheen of sweat.
âThat was fucking amazing. Holy shit balls.â He panted, looking at the ceiling as he attempted to process what had just happened. He was no longer a virgin! Woohoo! Now no one could continue to make fun of him for it!Â
âShit balls?â You questioned, shaking your head as you laughed, smoothing Peterâs hair back out of his face before pressing a kiss to his nose, grinning.Â
He snuggled close to you despite being sweaty and gross, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily, exhausted. It was another new feeling to him. He wasnât usually tired and rarely ever slept, so for the first time in a while, he felt like he needed a nap. And a Twinkie, but a nap first.
âThat was so good baby- thank you- I gotta sleep, feel like Iâm gonna pass out.â He said groggily, pressing kisses to your skin in an almost delirious way as he fought to stay awake.Â
âIâll be here when you wake up, Peter. Sleep.â You cooed and he cuddled closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You felt so safe, and Peter just felt at peace.Â
His new title was âthe no longer virgin!â And he intended to wear it proudly.Â
Please dominate me without sex too. Guide me with your hand on the small of my back. Say "yeah?" while I'm talking. Pet my head and coo at me when I do something only a dumb puppy would do. "Speak up doll," when I'm getting shy. Order food for me. Let me sit on your lap.
Let my head go blank when I'm around you because I'm safe with you and thinking is unnecessary.
this is my take on the whole. Volo and Togepi thing btw
(OK but genuinely I find it fascinating how he plays it off in Pokemas! I think he's unwilling to get too close to other people & Pokemon because of his past. but I like to imagine that he's in denial and this is what he's thinking inside haha.)
done for @pokemagma art session! check the rest of the pieces out!
Au where Emmet gets eebie jeebied into Hisui right before the events of Pokemon Arceus and ends up hunting down a shriveled onion with time powers with the worldâs worst tour guide. ((Also at some point learns Ingo is living in the mountains this entire time.))
(Same au as the emmet and elektross get tossed into the past! I will simply never officially nail the timeline down beyond growing it like a barnacle cloister.)
