stellar explozion

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[lucyddreamin]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Stella, twenties, she/her, full-time pervert.

i write about whoever i like, but will always go home to naruto characters, gojo and sephiroth.

disclaimer : only 18+ content ahead, with a slight poke at taboo topics here and sometimes dark themes.

dni! minors, yaoi shippers, antis.

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

what do you reckon Sephiroth would be like as a boyfriend pre vs Post-Nibelheim and as a father Pre vs Post-Nibelheim? 👀

as someone who has a yumeship with sephiroth both in writing, in the sims and now in tomodachi life, thank you so much for giving me the room to talk about this ^^

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Pre-Nibelheim! Sephiroth is... Not the best boyfriend.

He's not terrible by any means, but rather awfully clumsy due to his inadequacy. He wasn't taught to be a friend, so you can very easily imagine that the concept of being boyfriend had never even crossed his mind either.

He never asks to be your boyfriend either, not really. But you, being his little bubble of peace, the only one seeing past his slightly off-putting presence and noticing the tiniest things about him, started introducing him as such.

Frankly, the first time he had heard it, he was confused. You probably had to sit him down and explain to him what it meant to be a boyfriend, and how he had given you every reason to bestow the title upon him.

He doesn't talk much, he doesn't express his feelings, but the impossible warmth and fondness in his gaze whenever he noticed you being around was nothing short of love.

When he's away on missions, he makes sure that you're alright, sending you mails that are probably very dry, up until he notices the emoticons you use, leading to messages such as : 'I'm done. ^^' being sent to you just as his last enemy falls to the ground. When he misses you while he's away, you can be sure that he would stroke the silly good luck trinket you gave him a while back, that he had promptly attached to his sword.

Sephiroth who doesn't have the luxury of having a family, or even a place to call home, find himself over at your place a lot. He's very pliant too, eating everything you make without complaints, not really understanding why you would go out of your way to even cook for him. He doesn't need to eat much, but for you, he would lick the plate clean.

If you are upset, he makes it a point to fix whatever it is that caused it, without always asking you. If you are sad, he's... helpless. Unequipped to really deal with it. If you're happy, then he lets himself bask into it.

You never hear comforting or affectionate words for him, but you feel it, just how important you are to him, what you mean to him, and a core memory you keep close to you was just how agitated he became when you caught the flu once. It felt as though his whole world was ending then and there.

So really, you did not have much worries when you got pregnant by him. You saw it in his eyes, how the information did not seem to process in his mind that his family-less self was building his own.

And I can promise you, you are very much taken care of, almost bedbound because he refused to let you lift a finger, waking up to seeing him with his hair up and surrounded by books about cooking as he tries to figure it out. You'd wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and see him reading books about parenthood, his eyes lazer focused on the page while he asks you where you're going, supporting your back with a singular hand to help get up.

He was all about efficiency, but a baby isn't.

From the day his daughter was born, he felt... Lost.

He had a few names for her : 'Spawn', 'Daughter of mine', 'Tiny one', you cannot recall a singular time he had called her by her name. And still, you had never seen him so willing, a brand new light in his eyes when he crossed the threshold of your home and was welcomed by his little girl.

She was spoiled from the beginning. Much like he was with you and couldn't stand seeing you upset, he could not fathom the idea of her being inconvenienced, upset, and God forbid she cried.

He even considered bringing her along with him on a mission once, which you shut down as fast as the thought rose.

And perhaps, that could've been it. Your little family.

Except it wasn't.

His daughter made him that much more eager to find out his roots, to protect her, to understand what had happened to his peers.

And that's when Nibelheim happened.

You hadn't heard from him in weeks, though you'd wake up with a singular black feather on your pillow signing that he was there, not that as Shinra tried to make it seem.

Your daughter stopped crying for him, even weirder, she'd be eager to go to bed, claiming that her 'Papa' visited her during the night.

You knew he was here. But Sephiroth didn't talk, so you wouldn't expect him to face you and tell you what exactly had happened.

You were still taken care of though. You weren't sure how, but you were.

To say he didn't consider killing you would be a lie. After all, he wanted to get rid of humanity, he wanted to make sure to give an ending worth of your love for him. It wouldn't be rough, or cruel, or even painful.

But he also that thought died the day you stayed up and caught him in your daughter's room, looking at him with the utmostr disappointment in your eyes.

A quiet apology would leave his lips, because for the first time, he couldn't do anything about what made you upset. Not much talking would be done, because despite everything, it was still him.

He was still your boyfriend. He still loved you and your daughter despite it all.

But for your own wellbeing, he couldn't be around you, his home had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye, from his own doing. If anything, that only served to further his spiral.

Rest assured, the thoughts of harming you had left the second you kissed him despite it all. Because underneath the anger, the confusion, you were grateful that he was alive. You were semi-grateful that he tried to be here in his daughter, as different as the light in his eyes was.

It wasn't truly him, but it was still him enough for you to toss those worries aside for the next couple of hours.

Your life would never be the same.

Your family would never be what it once was.

But perhaps, those worries simply did not matter when you finally felt him buried inside you again after all these months.

And certainly, the plans he had for you and your daughter, his living legacy, were far more merciful than what he reserved to most.

[lucyddreamin]

I think I really like Sephy because he's super cute, cute as in something that's deserving of love and adoration

I mean if it's a serious question, I would say I do love how humanised and dehumanised at the same time Sephiroth is, it's incredible how they managed to do that to him, I love that he's an alien hybrid man who found out that he was never even a normal person at all despite how that being what he wants to be, to be a person and so he ended up wanting to destroy the world that basically robbed him of that and it's hard to blame him for such "evilness" considering everything he's been through

Also cuz I like him cuz he is HOT, like this man is why I love long haired men, he's stunning, beautiful and utterly humane, even when, it's bitterly doesn't look like so?

i love that sephiroth is very much a tragic character. like yes he's pretty and all (which drew me to him in the first place, i won't pretend) but even in crisis core when he was 'sane', and in ec, it's made so clear that as shiny as it might seem, he will always fail to be human.

people put him on a pedestal (title of 'hero' aside, him, angela and genesis literally have fan clubs lol), shinra sees him as a weapon, and he wasn't taught to have empathy, or develop a clear critical analysis of things that aren't battle related.

he was made to fail, but not in the way that shinra expected him to, and I think that's why i hold him so dear to my heart, especially after seeing his backstory in ever crisis.

[lucyddreamin]

tags! naoya zenin x afab! hostess! reader, reader is a freaked all the way out, Naoya is his own warning, use of the name 'pet', oral (m! receiving), "praise" (f! receiving), wrote this with a hand in my panties, degradation (f! receiving) tiny bit of spit play, degradation, dumbification if you squint ?, reader is cock drunk, Naoya may have hidden motives...

he can't be fixed, but surely fucking him would calm him down...

haven't written any smut in like three months pls don't mind the sloppiness

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Working as a hostess, you of course had your fair share of encounters with odd men.

If you were asked, you'd say the most common archetype would be working men who didn't have time for a proper social life and just wanted a pretty girl who pretended to give a fuck to listen to their problems while having a drink.

Sometimes, those men had rings on their fingers. You always noticed them, of course. Did that stop you from doing the job you were hired for in order to put feed yourself and maintain a decent lifestyle ?

Not really.

Not at all, actually.

The club's rules were strict about sleeping with clients, they weren't even allowed to touch you, only to have the mere fantasy of you — not that you were dying to have sex with a bunch of lonely old men either.

Because of course, lonely men between the ages of forty to sixty were making up most of your client list.

It would be mighty difficult for a man younger than that to none only attain such a level of despair, but to also be able to afford the hefty fee that was required to drink in your presence.

But of course, there is always an exception.

And your very own had you on all fours, slowly crawling on the soft carpeting of a nice and cushy hotel room towards him.

Naoya Zenin wasn't like the others.

He was twelve years under the usual age range you were used to, born and raised in a proper family, had the kind of money that made the manager clear out your entire schedule for the night the second he appeared, because everyone knew who Naoya's favorite was, and it was none other than you.

You.

You.

Always you.

Only you.

No one knew why the Zenin heir frequented a hostess club — Scratch that, no one knew that he frequented a hostess club, he made sure of that.

His last name was slapped on his forehead, every each of his mannerisms, every word he spoke. What an embarrassment it would be if anyone knew he was here, and only wanted one woman at his table.

He was meticulous with it.

First, he'd call to make himself known, but mostly to give you time to prepare for him. Then, he never walked in through the main entrance, never went to the first floor where new —or broke— clients were; instead, he made a beeline for the privacy of the third floor where you would be, waiting for him.

Once he approved of your outfit choice, —which you always had figure out of your own— he would start drinking and going on tangents about his oh soooo progressive rhetoric about women's 'place' in society, or complain about his peers, sometimes, even confiding in that he couldn't wait for his old man to 'finally croak', in his very own words.

Once he had his fill of that, he would then pay another hefty sum to allow you to leave the club during business hours and come with him to what had become the 'usual' hotel, purely from how often you frequented the place together.

It was a nice place : private, secure, and typically not the kind of place you'd see him in. In short, perfect for this purpose.

And one would think that maybe you were forced into this by the club because of how much money Naoya was willing to put down.

Surely, you didn't actually want this, you were such a nice girl with dignity and self-respect !

... Well one would be wrong.

You had managed to somehow block out the words that came out of his mouth to focus on the smooth sound of his voice, you allowed yourself to be seduced by the pretty face that barely, baaarely covered the ugly personality.

And it was all in favor of the rough, glorious, delicious destruction of your guts his sole appearance at the club promised.

In short : you cared to be fucked, not wifed — And if you could get a check with five zeros for it, that's even better. 

Perhaps that's exactly what Naoya liked about you.

"Here, kitty kitty..." A smirk graced his face as he looked at you from the bed, leisurely leaned back on his palms.

He looked arrogant, utterly pleased, his thighs spread comfortably as he sat there wrapped in a bath robe like some sort of gift, hair slightly damp.

Naoya knew very well that by the time you'd make it to him, your thighs would be sticky and wet from your own mess dripping down your soft skin, and it only served to none only stroke his ego, by make his cock unbelievably hard.

You maintained eye contact, crawling towards him on the soft carpet with your perky ass up in the air enticingly, only stopping once you were between his legs.

Naoya leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs as he took a deep breath. He leaned his head against his fist, his free hand cupping your chin and raising it so you could face him properly.

"How much did I spend on you tonight ?" He asked, pressing his thumb against your lower lip.

You looked into his eyes, your own gaze glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust.

One might think that it would make sense for you to not be sober, perhaps that would explain why you were so eager to give yourself to that man.

But one would once again be terribly wrong.

Even if Naoya himself drank, he never allowed you to be anything other than sober. In his very own words, 'it ruins the experience if you can't realize how much of a slut you're being'.

"You know I don't pay attention to that..." You answered in a soft voice, batting your lashes at him.

Swirling your tongue around his thumb, you then slowly sucked it into your mouth nice and slow, your gaze fixated on his holding promises.

His smirk slowly widened, a smug look settling on his features as he sighed softly, moving his hand to cup your cheek and taking to occasion to trace the letter 'N' on your cheek with your own saliva, a fake thoughtful pout on his lips.

"I told you to pay attention, I didn't think I was spending money on a stupid woman who can't listen." He clicked his tongue condescendingly, his hand going to the back of your neck. "How can you fuck me properly if you don't know what you have to be grateful for ?"

You looked at him with an exaggerated pout. "They won't let me look at the books... I only know what the direct deposit to my account looks like."

He was quiet, slowly biting his lower lip.

You were far from stupid... Well, maybe a little for sleeping with him but not outright dumb, he knew that very well.

Perhaps that is another thing he liked about you.

So when you put on that coy act, it rushed straight to his cock, because he knew it was just that. An act. Pretending.

And it never failed to stroke his ego that a smart like you would dumb herself down just for him.

"Huh... Is that so ?" He asked, his hand wrapping around your neck, not quite squeezing but just letting rest there. "What are you willing to do for that extra check ?"

His other hand lazily untied his robe while he tightened his hold on your neck, carefully squeezing against your jugular to making you a bit lightheaded.

"Maybe I should wave it in front of you and make you crawl around for it... You'd like that, wouldn't you ?" He asked, spreading open the robe to show off his muscular body underneath. "What do you like more ? My money or my cock ?"

You knew better to touch him before he told you to, though doing that generally led to an even better experience. But given that your last encounter with him was two days ago, you weren't ready to go through that again so soon.

He was so well-built under all the layers of traditional clothes he usually wore, droplets of water dripping down his abs still.

"Two birds, one stone." You answered, licking your lips.

You were so shameless with it that it got a genuine cackle out of him. So direct, no pretenses. Just a hungry little slut for cock who loved money.

Another thing he liked about you.

He leaned down and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead, his very own form of praise.

He would never outright praise you, but every last one of his kisses, as filthy as they may be, had to be earned.

And who other than the pretty hostess who didn't spread those pretty legs open for anyone but him would put in that amount of dedication to please him ?

"Get to work, girl." I let go of you, leaning back onto his palms cockily.

His eyes were sharp, glaring down at you with growing impatience, even if it had only been a second since he gave you the signal that you could touch now.

You looked at him as you settled back on your knees, sweeping two fingers between your legs, gathering your own wetness.

Then, you rubbed it onto your palm, using that hand to slowly stroke his semi-hard cock.

He was well groomed, never fully shaved, but trimmed neatly. Sometimes, he didn't bother trimming at all, and frankly, you didn't care, he wasn't that hairy of a man to begin with.

He was thick, veiny, if anyone thought he was overly arrogant, nature gave him the exact size to match just how big he was talking.

"You're fucking gross, you know that ?" He groaned softly, watching you stroke his cock with your own slick.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his tip.

"That's what you like about me." You whispered before finally taking him into your mouth.

He let out a heavy breath of relief, his head falling back. One of his hand immediately placed itself on top of your head, guiding you to guzzle down more of his fat cock.

"Get over yourself..." He hissed softly, feeling his tip in your tight throat. "A dignified whore should not think so highly of herself."

You moaned softly around his cock, pulling back momentarily to lick a stripe down, following the veins to the base of his cock.

"A man as dignified as yourself shouldn't be so eager to be touched by a whore." You shot back.

Your lips sucked on the sensitive spot right where between his shaft and balls started, coaxing a chocked groan out of him.

He looked down at you, slapping his cock on your forehead with a focused yet pleased look on his face.

"Dignified and common whores aren't the same. I broke your hymen, which means you are- Ngh~"

He hissed, hips bucking up against your face as you took his balls in your mouth.

He wasn't wrong about being the first man to have split open your little cunt with his cock, on the first night this little game had started too.

Why did you do it then ?

You wanted to see if the talk matched the game, your virginity had never been something you were very attached to anyways.

And perhaps, the fact that you had given yourself to him was probably the reason behind his attachment to you. If at first it was because of his fear of fathering a bastard, you had proven yourself to be the only one able to look past his words without bitching about it, or trying to change his views.

You took, and took, and took even more, always welcoming him with a light in your eyes, always eager.

Gods, did he like that about you...

"Mmh ? Your cock dignified me ?" You asked, lazily swirling your tongue around his balls, very pleased with yourself seeing his reaction.

His fingers clenched around your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

He didn't mind having his dick sucked, but he much preferred being buried deep inside you as fast as possible.

He hauled you up with strong hands under your armpits, throwing you onto the bed on your stomach and earning a cute little squeak of surprise from you.

"My cock soiled you, don't be fucking stupid." He roughly spoke, landing a spank on your ass. "You think any man is going to want to marry a woman who has been fucked through the mattress more times than she's been loved ?"

You looked back at him as you arched your back and raised your hips, completely unfazed by his insults.

"Aww and here I thought we had something special, this is how I find out you don't love me ?" You sarcastically teased.

He spanked you once again, narrowing his eyes on you with no answer.

You knew better than to take his silence for contradiction. As a matter of fact, you knew just how lucky you are to not be a recipient of his affections, only of his cum and money.

From what he told you, you could only assume Naoya's love would be nothing but a prison.

Just because he was nice to you didn't mean he was a nice man, and that was a fact you were very aware of.

"Present yourself to me." He finally spoke again, slapping his heavy cock against your ass cheeks.

Looking back at him, you raised your hips and spread apart your ass cheeks, showing off your eager little cunt.

With a last harsh spank to your ass, Naoya slowly slid inside you, making sure you felt the stretch. His hands rested on each side of your head, allowing him to leaned down just enough to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna feel it... Just how much love I have for you." His tone held an odd mixture of spite and fondness, but above all, promise.

Just because he refused to have a mouth full of pussy didn't mean you weren't getting pleasured out of those encounters, very far from that.

Naoya was, at his core, arrogant. Making you cum and leaving you within an inch of your life was almost crucial to his ego, it brought him satisfaction to reduce you to nothing but a stupid cockwhore.

You knew to expect that, but tonight, something felt... different.

Not that he gave you any time to think, his hips starting to move immediately, the rythm much rougher than anticipated.

"Take it like a good pet."

Somewhere along the line, something put him in a bad mood. You didn't know what, —though you very much had an idea and might have been purposeful with how much you talked back— but you were about to feel it in the most delicious way possible.

The calm hotel room was quickly filled with the loud sounds of his balls slapping against your clit, the thrusts purposeful.

His hand wrapped around your neck, lifting your head off the bed to force you to look at him and meet his eyes, his lips slightly parted and jaw clenched as he pounded harder inside you, taking sharp breaths.

So fucking right and wet for him, gripping his cock greedily like you needed it to survive.

"Feel it, pet." He spat out, glaring into your soul, watching as every inch of your face scrunched up with pleasure.

You adjusted your hips, deepening your arch and pushing it back slightly in a way that made him reach none only deeper, but also landed him right where you were most sensitive.

But you didn't dare to close your eyes. You didn't even let them roll back, fighting your own instincts and keeping your eyes on his, your eyebrows knitting, teeth sinking in your inner cheek.

"So good..." I whispered, each purpose slap of his hips against your ass knocking the breath out of you.

"Louder."

"So good !" You breathed out roughly, your voice shaky.

His hand tightened around your hair, his lips pressing against your temple roughly in quiet praise as he let go of your neck, pushing your head up against the pillow and keeping it there with a firm, veiny hand.

"I'm all you'll ever know... You'll learn the ways quickly."

And that really and truly went over your head, you only nodded under his strong hold, finally letting your eyes roll back now that they weren't holding his.

Your mind slipped away with each jiggle of your ass, his free hand spanking you once more before gripping the cheek firmly.

It truly is impressive how little awareness one has with a dick inside them...

Your hips moved to readjust your arch, and immediately, your jaw fell open as his thrusts hit just right, your vision blurring, drool dripping onto the pillow.

You couldn't think clearly. Could think about anything else but his fat cock roughly claiming every inch of that sweet little cunt, slick coating it and squelching loudly.

You were right where you wanted to be.

"Tell me I'm good." He cockily demanded, immediately taking notice of how tight you had became and increasing the pace.

"Y're the b-best-" You gasped, the breath knocked out of you.

And there it was.

The very reason why you even gave him, and only him pussy. It wasn't just his looks, it was very much this, just how good he could dick you down, how you told him he was the best —though he was really all you knew so far— and mean it whole-heartedly.

You stroked his ego with your very own thoughts and feelings.

And you guessed, he also liked that about you.

"The best, huh ?" He groaned, pulling out and flipping you around.

He didn't lose any time, barely giving you time to reposition yourself properly and immediately sinking back inside you.

He pushed your knees into your chest, immediately picking his rhythm back up and if you weren't so loud and busy cumming on his cock, you would've have noticed that he was slowly putting you into a mating press.

"Say it again." He urged, his face flushed as he looked at you completely falling apart.

You were a mess, a slutty, sweaty mess who looked completely fucked out, drool on your chin from earlier, your legs shaking against your own chest as he kept fucking you roughly through your orgasm, folding you up against yourself.

His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them with a deep moan rumbling in his chest at the sight of them jiggling like this.

His very own beautiful mess.

"Y're t-the best..." The words left you in the form of a whimper, your eyes rolling back.

"Letting me fucking raw like this whenever I want like a bitch in heat... Of course I'm the best, look at how hungry you are for it."

You felt like he was ripping your soul out of you, strings of pathetic moans, whines and incoherent babbles leaving your pretty lips while he fucked you stupid.

He buried in face in your neck, his hot pants blowing against your sweaty skin as your tight pussy sucked him in, almost yearning for every last drop of his cum to be dropped right there.

"I have big plans for you, bitch... There's your welcome gift." He spoke through batted breaths.

Before you could question it, —if you even could think, actually— he finally let out thick, sticky ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips pressed so tightly against you, you could swear he was in your stomach.

A deep groan left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he made sure every last drop was inside you, his hands giving your breasts small squeezes as his tongue licked the sweat of your neck, the tip tracing out yet another 'N' on your skin before sucking a hickey right on it.

If he could, he would brand you, burning his name into your skin. And sometimes, he wondered if you'd let him.

It took a few seconds for him to recover, pulling out of you and looking at the state he left you in —so far, that is. He most definitely was far from getting his money's worth, that look over was more of an assessment of how long he was willing to let you breathe until he buried himself deep inside you again.

But he would also take that moment to tell you more as to why he came to seek you out that night particularly.

And who knows ?

Maybe scrambling your brain a little before was a good way of getting to be more... pliant. Cooperative.

Willing.

"Two birds one stone, right ?" He muttered, taking you in.

You looked nothing short of pathetic, legs shaking miserably, drool dripping down your chin as you looked at him, disoriented, dripping cum, breasts heaving with each breath you took, covered in his cum, spit, his sweat dripping down and mixing with your own.

So pathetic, yet so beautiful.

His pretty little pet.

His eyes met yours after he was done with his assessment, clearly pleased with himself, for now that is.

He leaned over you once again, one hand supporting him up while the other gripped your chin firmly, lips pressing against your own in a peck that didn't feel like praise, but promise.

"How would you like a promotion, pet ?"

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miiiight make a part two to this

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[lucyddreamin]

i haven't really been keeping up with tumblr but tysm for 100 followers ^^ ! can't believe i was nervous about tumblr at first, i'll lock back in on writing in a bit

[lucyddreamin]

tags! fem!Naruto x afab!reader, drabble, reader is bicurious, established relationship

thinking of Naruto helping his girlfriend figure herself out with his best jutsu out there!

small little drabble I might turn into a fic eventually !

Your boyfriend, Naruto, had always been eager to please.

Always ready to prove himself to you, to make up for the time he was away from you on missions, to excel your expectations.

Partly because he was terrified of being left, but mostly because that was simply how he showed his love, being at your beck and call and going above and beyond for your requests.

But it still came up as a surprise to you that you were currently in bed, laying under your boyfriend as... A girl ?

Your girlfriend, then ?

You had no clue he'd go this far after you had simply mentioned being a bit bi-curious.

His — or her ? you didn't even know anymore — lips were pressed against your sucking hickies on your skin, blond hair sprawled out all over you.

You had heard of your boyfriend 'Sexy jutsu', of course. But you hadn't seen it until now, your breath stuck in your throat as you looked at the girl on top of you, breasts feeling very real pressed against yours like this. 

You knew he was eager to please, and you also knew he could be a bit possessive with your attention. 

What you didn't expect was for him to go as far as turning himself into a woman to help you figure yourself out. 

"No good ?" She asked, batting her lashes at you. 

"I... Babe, I don't know what to say..." You admitted, having a hard time computing this.

You can tell that your boyfriend thought it through, probably spent time researching it, and was really happy with this idea.

Telling you were feeling a bit bi-curious was a passing sentence in a conversation about what the two of you had done romantically and/or sexually in the best, though it seemed your admission didn't go unnoticed. 

"Aww... I thought you'd like it. It's me ! You're comfortable with me and... And I'm a girl everywhere !" 

You were barely listening.

She was so pretty, plump lips painted in what you recognized to be your very own lipgloss moving, long eyelashes kissing his upper cheek.

Fucking hell. Naruto made a very pretty girl, you couldn't help but feel your stomach twist in the best way possible at the sight in front of you, your boyfriend momentarily becoming your girlfriend — and being the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

"It's okay I'm not upset... Come here..." 

You gently cupped her cheeks, whispering a 'thank you' before pressing your lips against hers gently, testing it out.

But of course, as good as the job was, that was still your boyfriend in there, gracious, slender hands coming to cup your breasts firmly, moaning against your lips as she pressed up against you more clumsily, seemingly figure out herself how to adjust in this new, lighter and perkier body.

Oh you were about to find out just how much you liked girls... Just in a more unconventional way !

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[chaoticneutralcunt]

the girl of your maladaptive daydreams

[hinamie]

this guy is so shaped it makes me angry

[lucyddreamin]

tags! fratjo! x afab! reader, reader is highkey ashamed of him, no friends only benefits, toxic relationship dynamics, car sex, oral (m receiving), p in v, spitting, choking, licking, biting, creampie, mentions of baby trapping, lightly proofread

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"Just go ahead and drive off !"

You looked around nervously, fastening your seatbelt.

Satoru looked over at you with an incredibly annoyed look on his face before doing exactly as you asked, driving away from your dorm building's parking lot.

The two of you have been fucking around for a while now, but God fucking forbid someone saw you together, your words of course.

To you, being seen with Satoru would be the ultimate embarrassment.

It's not like he was another one of those stupid 'good for nothing' frat boys; he made it to the dean's list last semester with ease.

But on the other hand... He was him. That meant that sleeping around, getting shit-faced drunk, doing whatever it is that damn frat required from him were also things that he did with ease, and that was the embarrassing part about your predicament.

Aside from the fact that... well... He was a 'brother', whatever the fuck that even meant.

"It's been months, by the way." He said through gritted teeth, hands holding the wheel tighter as he finally got away from your dorm's building. "And you're still pulling that bullshit."

Instead of taking the opening to a productive conversation, you let out an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes at the thought of doing as little as considering him more than what he was to you, aka just another guy on the roster.

"And the issue is ?" You asked, not even sparing him a glance.

It really pissed him off.

Satoru sure as hell wasn't 'loyal' to you by any means, in his very own words, your name wasn't tattooed on his dick and branded as your property. However, you had a permanently place in his mind, keeping him up at night scrolling on your social media to glance at your face.

God he was pathetic.

And yet, it was already way past midnight, his tinted windows offering all the privacy in the world, but you still found a way to bitch and whine about 'being seen' with him like he wasn't dicking you down at least twice a week, like the two of you hadn't exchanged various fluids on multiple occasions.

Letting out a sigh in an attempt to keep the 'b-word' from escaping his lips, his hands tightened around the steering wheel as he spoke again, the irritation in his tone palpable.

"You're gonna keep the attitude for long ?" 

"You're gonna fuck it out of me later ?" You scoffed.

You were there for one thing, and one thing only. Never hid from it, always made it clear that whatever else he had going on was none of your business, and you didn't care to make it your business.

And that's where you had him.

One could say that you were Satoru's perfect match... Well, not exactly.

Arguably, you were worse than him, getting all into his mind, bending him to your will, putting him in his most vulnerable headspaces with just a sentence or a gaze and getting him to come back to you every time without even asking him to.

In a world where Satoru was an asshole with many heartbreaks under his belt, you were the one that got him.

When it came to you, all his pride disappeared. He wasn't past begging, yearning, groveling, jumping high and low, hell, even whining about needing you when he was drunk — mind you, you never once had done anything to 'win' this title. You simply did not give a single fuck about him, his life, his feelings, his hardships, or whatever else he might be going through.

And fuck if he knew how to walk from this. As a matter of fact, he wasn't even sure he would even if he found out how to.

Eventually, he had to stop the car at a red light, taking the occasion to look at you sitting comfortably in his car like you belonged there. 

The mini-skirt you wore made him want to bite and mark your thighs, exactly what he had done on your last encounter, the jean fabric slightly digging into your skin.

He looked up at your pretty face, his heart melting at just how good you looked with the blue light from your phone's screen reflecting on your face, fingers tapping on the screen as you typed back a message with a... smile ?

Who the fuck-

"Light is green, by the way." You muttered without even glancing at him.

You hadn't looked at him once since you got into the car, but you were glued to that phone though.

Satoru's gaze stayed fixated on you for a couple more seconds, his chest feeling tight and heavy.

He wasn't naive enough to be unaware that he wasn't the only guy on the roster, hell, he probably wasn't even top three in there. But to text other people in front of him ?

Oh yeah.

That got him good.

"You want me to drop you off there or... ?" He sarcastically asked, his jaw set tight.

And fucking finally, you looked up at him, a look of confusion etched on your pretty features.

"Drop me off where ?" You asked, looking around in confusion.

Maybe you hadn't noticed that you passed a place you knew ? 

Because you couldn't see another reason as to why he would even ask you this.

"To his house, the dude you're texting that got your thirty-two teeth out, since he's obviously so much fucking funnier than me."

You raised a brow, slightly baffled.

Oh you knew Satoru was hypocritically jealous, of course you did. 

That message had been clear the second he saw you talking too long with one of his brothers on campus —mind you, it was about a shared class the two of you had— which resulted in you getting fingered in the library about ten minutes after being spotted.

Did you have a problem with his jealousy ?

... Not one bit.

You loved riling him up, you did it like it was what you were sent on Earth to do.

"I can't laugh with my friends now ?" You asked with a small scoff, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You should lay off the caffeine bro, it's-"

"I'm not your bro." He immediately cut you off, turning his head to kiss your fingers while keeping your eyes on the road.

You let out a quiet snort, amused.

He was so easy to please, so easy to figure out that it was almost boring talking to him.

"Yeah ? Then what are you ?"

"Anything you want, just not your fucking bro." He replied in a softer tone, leaning into your touch.

"Anything ? Including my little bitch ?"

That made him bite his lower lip.

The fact that you knew exactly what you did to him made blood rush to his cock, because really, that only made it better.

He knew that you were a manipulative little bitch and you knew that he knew that he was playing right into your palm.

"I said anything but your 'bro', guess that counts..." He answered before finally pulling into a quiet parking lot by the beach, the same one you guys usually went to on late nights like these.

You had full control of the aux because of course, your phone was connected to his car and of course, he never fought you on that.

Letting out a sigh, he undid his seatbelt, and then yours.

"You okay ?" He asked, reclining his seat and pulling you to sit on top of him, his hands squeezing your thighs.

He'd been needing to touch you ever since you got in the fucking car, fighting the urge to start scratching his veins for it.

Sitting on his lap, the car felt comfortably cramped. It wasn't small by any means, a trust fund baby like him wouldn't be driving a crappy car at all. But still, it wasn't exactly suited for what you guys were usually up to.

"Do I not look okay ?" You asked in response, a bit perplexed as to where that came from.

He let out a small chuckle, squeezing your hips as he looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips.

He wondered if you knew that only you got to see him like this, only you got this version of him — arguably, the best version of himself. And yet, still, you were ashamed of him, you would rather die than be seen with him.

Asking you if you're okay out of the blue was his poor attempt at getting a civil conversation from you, and still, either you weren't picking up on that or you simply really didn't care — and it was most likely the latter.

If he really had guts, he would ask you the dreaded 'what are we' question, but he knew better than to even think about doing that.

You'd either brush him off, or tell him the real, harsh truth that would lead him to having his real first heartbreak and ruin him completely, because that was just how much power you held over him.

So he just kept it to himself instead, finding comfort in his own delusions and late nights 'what ifs'.

"Just asking..." He sighed softly, fingers drumming their way up your hip to your waist. "You got so pretty for me today..."

Just as you knew him, he knew you. 

You really did get pretty for him, wearing the clothes he liked to see on you, the perfume he liked the most, that damn shimmery lipgloss that drove him insane when you knew you'd see him.

When it came to you, he paid attention to details, and you always made sure to give him something to focus on.

Your voice softened as you spoke, your fingers gently caressing his forearms.

Day and night, that was the difference in your openness towards him when sex was the table versus having a casual conversation.

"I always get pretty, you know that." 

"Alwyas getting so pretty for me... Makes me want to see you all the time, set you as my lockscreen." He muttered, testing waters he already swam in before.

You would never allow anyone to find out that the two of you were anything but acquaintances, if even that.

"What's stopping you ?" You asked, guiding his hands under your tank top.

He took a sharp breath, manhandling you to straddle him now, your skirt flipping up to your waist.

One of his hands firmly grabbed your ass, grinding the boner you got all credits for creating against you shamelessly while the other held the back of your neck.

"You'd fucking kill me, I'm not exactly down to be taken out like that." He whispered as he pulled you down to him into a kiss.

It started off nice and slow, maybe a bit too passionate on his part but it quickly got rectified into something more lustful when you slid your tongue in his mouth, caressing his.

When he finally pulled away to  breathe, his lips found your jawline.

He wanted to bite you and mark you all over, but again, you would kill him if he did that.

His hands moved to grab your hips, grinding you down against him as he kissed you right at the junction of your jaw and your ear, getting those sweet, pleased purrs of yours.

"You smell so fucking good... My girl..." He muttered against your skin.

"Not your fucking girl." You answered with bated breath, reaching down to palm his crotch. "You wish I was really hard though..."

He nibbled on your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth with a soft moan, your hand groping him through the sweatpants he didn't bother wearing underwear underneath.

"You think you're so fucking funny." He whispered into your ear, licking the shell.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as your hand reached into his sweatpants.

"Hilarious, yes... Now let me go." You said between soft breaths.

"Fuck no." He immediately refused, his lips going down to your neck.

You gave his cock a tight squeeze that made him flinch, a soft hiss leaving his lips.

"You want your dick sucked or not ?"

At those words, he quickly let you go and straighter his seat, suddenly having no complaints whatsoever as he followed you to the backseat.

The first and last time you gave him head in the driver's seat, he got too excited and accidentally pressed the honk. Ever since then, you had made it clear that would never happen ever again.

Once the two of you got back there, the clothes quickly —and eagerly— came off, a piece of clothing being removed between each kiss you gave each other, your lips quickly trailing down low.

"Lean back..." You muttered against his stomach, your hands caressing his biceps.

His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you back up for another kiss, unable to resist the urge to get another taste of you before it got tainted by his cock, pushing your head back down to his crotch.

"You have to say please." You said with a chuckle, looking up at him as you pressed kisses on the sides of his cock. "For fuck's sake, please baby..." 

You gave the tip a small, experimental lick, feeling him shudder under you. 

You were killing him right there.

Satoru looked down at you, hoping you were satisfied with that. He wasn't putting it past him to beg but he'd rather not, saving his voice to sing your praises. 

"You can do better... But that should be enough for now." 

You took him in your mouth and got to work, his body melting immediately.

Maybe that was why he took everything you verbally threw at him, because he knew what else your mouth could do when you got excited.

You sucked him slow but hard, cheeks hollowing and glitter from your lipgloss staining his lower stomach. 

"Fuck, you're greedy..." He hissed, watching you work.

You were drunk on him, his moans, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip as you played with it for a bit.

One hand stroked the rest of his cock while your mouth focused on it, driving him insane until you decided to start taking more of him again.

"F-fuck !" He groaned, hips thrusting up into your eager mouth.

So this was how it would be, huh ?

His fingers threaded into your hair, guiding you to take even more of him. But this was no hard task for you, your throat clenching around his cock nearly seeing him see stars.

You had tricks. And somehow, he was still not ready for them, even after all those months.

You looked up at him smugly, flexing the back of your tongue and winking at him.

And just like that, he couldn't hold it, pulling you off of his cock and up for a kiss, getting you on your back and spreading your legs.

"You're so fucking good to me..." He muttered against your lips as he positioned himself between your legs.

His fingers clenched into your hair, holding right there to let him taste himself on your tongue. 

"You don't even deserve it." You answered, biting his lower lip.

He let out a small groan, finally sliding inside you with eyes rolling back.

"Nuh uh I don't... Tell me all about it while you give it to me anyways." He chuckled, slowly thrusting inside you, easing himself inside your tight cunt. "You get so much fucking wetter the more you hate me..." 

You moaned softly, looking down at the way his cock he slowly slid in and out of you, letting you adjust.

That was probably why you were still seeing him, the big cock attached to his body that drove you insane, raw and uncut as it pounded inside you.

"Fuck you..." You breathed out.

One hand held the back of one of your knees to keep you spread apart for him while the other was stillin your hair, tugging your head to you could look at him, look at who was inside you, the shitty smirk on his face as he looked down at him.

"Fuck me ? You already are, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning down as he increased the pace, making you reach back to hold onto the car's door. 

The second your mouth opened to moan louder, he didn't hesitate to spit in it. And of course, you swallowed like a good girl, your free leg wrapping around his waist. 

"You might hate me but your little pussy fucking craves me." He moaned softly, thrusting harder to make the obscene squelching sounds of your wet cunt louder. "I dare you to say hate me now..." 

"I fucking hate you." You answered, looking into his eyes.

His eyes fluttered at your words, his hand folding your leg into your chest and getting louder moans out of you the deeper he got. 

His chain swung on your face, the tinted windows fogging up. 

He suddenly pulled out, flipping you around onto your hands and knees to hit it from the back instead, watching the way your ass jiggled in response to the backshots he gave you.

And you were fucking him back, one hand on the window as you psuhed back.

"Yeah fuck me like that baby, give me all that hatred..." He moaned out beautifully, smacking your ass for good measure as he thrusted back harder.

Your pussy pulsated around him, your moans getting louder with each knock of his tip on your spot, back arching to feel him deeper.

He reached forward to wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing the sides with his thumb, ring and pinky fingers while his index and middle fingers slid inside your mouth.

"Now tell me whose pussy is this ?" He groaned, pressing his free hand on your arch to make it dip more.

You felt him spit on your back before leaning back to lick it off, his tongue traveling up your spine until he reached your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin then.

You tightened around his yet again, the hand that was on your back moving to your clit.

"You don't know him." You managed to breathe out between moans, whimpers and mewls.

At those words, his thrusted harder inside you, pressing the side of your face against the car's window while his other hand grabbed your hip as leverage.

"Fuck you said ?" He groaned into your ear, his face pressed against your face as he pressed kisses on it. "Speak up baby, use your words."

His tone was clearly mocking, because you most definitely could barely think straight, let alone, speak a full, clear sentence. 

You were getting closer by the second, your stomach tightening as your greedy cunt sucked him in deeper, dripping all over his cock and the car seat.

"I own this fucking pussy, say it." He whispered into your ear.

Lightheaded and quite literally barely there, you nodded. 

Anything to get him to keep giving it to you like this, your eyes rolling back, with a side of your face on the window and the other mushed against his face, you couldn't even articulate properly — without talking about about your disconnected brain that could barely form a thought of its own.

"You do ! You own this pussy !" You almost screamed out.

And just like that, finally, your orgasm washed over you, every each of your limbs trembling, white clouding your vision reminding you of just why you put up with him, why you still gave him pussy despite hating his guts. 

"Good girl..." He praised, licking the side of your neck. "I should put a fucking baby in you, you want that ?" 

You weakly nodded, barely hearing... anything, really.

And he knew you didn't, he knew you weren't all there, you always got like this when he made you cum.

"You love me ?" He asked, still pounding you throught your orgasm, his balls starting to twitch. You were so fucking tight and messy now, your slippery cunt making it hard to not slip out.

You hummed quietly at his words, your sensitive and overstimulated cunt, barely able to handle any more, but still doing so.

He was addictive, he had a big dick and knew how to use it too. 

"I only fuck girls that look like you, you know that ?" He admitted into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he got closer, moaning right into your ear. "Almost called one by your name one time, you make me all fucked up in the head..." 

Burying himself all the way inside you, he finally shoot his load right against your cervix, part of him hoping to get you pregnant just so you could be all his, never be able to forget him whether you kept the baby or not.

Either you'll remember him as the guy behind your first abortion, or see half of him in a kid for the rest of your life.

He didn't care, as long as he left as deep of a mark on you as you did on him.

He slowly slipped out, fucking the dripping cum back inside you with his fingers, keeping you nice and plugged up.

Your body finally relaxed, flopping back onto the backseat as your eyes fluttered shut.

He looked at you quietly, your head now resting on his thigh peacefully. The only moment of affection he got from you were these fleeting minutes post-coital, something he had to work for. 

His fingers threaded in your hair, gently stroking your scalp as he looked down at you quietly, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and your playlist lulling you to sleep while it helped him calm down — that is if your relaxed face and your warm body that always welcomed him when your heart didn't wasn't enough.

He let out a sigh, his head rolling back onto the seat as he thought to himself, his eyes fluttering shit.

"You fucking bitch... I love you..." He spoke in a low, quiet voice, his fingers still gently soothing you.

Little did he know, you heard that.

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[leonkennedihhhh]

Gojo x hockey... hockeyjo? 🤔

Saw a hockey AU here & it was so good I had to bring hockey!gojo to life

[heartkaji]

nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.

I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”

11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)

you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.

satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?

and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.

toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.

toruu : Pay attention, okay?

his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.

but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?

so you open your notebook & close it right back.

you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt

toruu : Send me the question.

and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:

toruu : Gorgeous girl.

toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.

you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.

toruu : Good. Now distribute.

toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.

toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.

your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.

satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.

II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !

time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )

“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”

“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”

you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.

“isn’t he tutoring right now?”

and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.

he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.

1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗

satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.

fuck.

“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”

it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.

“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”

and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—

princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day

princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍

gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.

toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.

toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.

toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?

back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.

“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)

“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”

“no.”

instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.

you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.

“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”

“he deserves it.”

satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.

III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.

time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building

there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.

gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.

nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”

“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”

gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,

“hi, toru!”

you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.

“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”

the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?

“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”

nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“

“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”

you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?

the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.

“toru, what does this button do?”

“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”

“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”

“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”

and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.

you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”

& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”

you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—

“alright, let’s go.”

nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”

satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”

the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.

“holy hades. what just happened?”

“may God protect them from my jealousy.”

“wallahi i need a bad bitch on my lap.”

“you can’t say that, man. it’s ramadan.”

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princess meltdowns , end.

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[lucyddreamin]

I can imagine Sephy in your smutfic and Reader would be like this:

Reader: You're the most jealous man I know

Sephiroth: You know other men?

Reader: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

They scream this vibe

i feel like reader is lowkey a ragebaiter so she would start spewing random male names to get a rise out of him ngl

[lucyddreamin]

tags! Naruto x afab! Reader, reader is a shitty friend, barely any plot, Naruto is a loverboy, touchy touchy touchy, oral sex (m on f), slight praise, Naruto is a damn yapper, p in v, creampie, everyone is 18+ !, there's probably more but i'm lazy sooo...

head full of naruto headcannons, so i just had to write about him again...

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Naruto Uzumaki wasn't exactly the type of guy that made you jump out of your seat... Initially, that was. 

Until tonight, you only thought he was adorable, with round-ish cheeks and big doe eyes that had a shine to them every time he got too passionate about a topic, be it his new techniques, or ramen, anything that would get him to ramble, slightly stumbling over his words because he just had that much to say on the topic.

But as cute as you thought he was, you knew there was a line to not cross, and it was drawn at Hinata's feet.

You —and literally anyone who has ever met her— knew of her crush. It would be so utterly shitty of you to even think of stealing that from her, the boy that made her get all giggly, pushed her to be better on the field, who she didn't hesitate to put her life on the line for.

And your intentions truly weren't bad at first.

Sick of hearing her talk without taking any actions, you had cornered Naruto at Ichiraku's, planning to be a wingwoman.

You'd hang out with him, bring her up here and there to gauge his feelings and if he seemed receptive, you'd push him towards her a bit.

This was the plan, to help Hinata get the guy of her dreams to finally look her way the way she wanted him to.

It slowly started backfiring when he eagerly invited you to eat with him, getting you to talk about yourself. 

Then, conversation was so good that the two of you took it to the izakaya to have a drink or two, nothing to get any of you drunk, just enough to keep the night going.

And apparently, you were such good company that he didn't want to leave it at that, insisting to walk you home, which you didn't refuse, hoping to finally get an opening to talk about Hinata — totally not because you were enjoying his company way more than you should have, of course... 

As the two of you reached your street, the sign that the night was coming to an end, that was when he decided to say the words that officially turned you into the worst friend and wingwoman in history.

"You know... I used to really, really like you... I didn't think we'd ever get to hang out like this, it's silly, right ?" He admitted, cheeks slightly reddening as he avoided looking at you. "Maybe if I made a move back then... Ah, nevermind !" 

The words made you blink a couple of times, as if seeing clearly would somehow affect your ability to hear.

Sure, you knew him, but your interactions with Naruto had been somewhat limited due to you working at the Leaf's archives, not exactly a place where he had any business being except for the few times he would purposely make a detour there. 

Of course you noticed that the shitty excuses he'd make to justify his presence. But still, you didn't question them or even thought to pry, when you were doing your job, you wanted nothing more than to go home and rest, between thoughts of what you'd do on your next day off.

"You did ?" You finally spoke again after processing the information, looking at him even though he made an active effort to avoid eye contact.

How cute.

"I do- did !" He immediately corrected himself with wide eyes, finally looking at you.

The bashful look on his face as he attempted to cover that up with a bunch of unnecessary explanations, going on way too long about how he was totally over you now, that it was unnecessary to even think about that silly little thing he had slipped out. 

And looking at him like that... You didn't really care to be a wingwoman to anyone.

Blond, tousled hair falling on his forehead, pouty lips glistening as he nervously licked his lips, has he always been this big and tall next to you ?

All notions of frienship and loyalty left your mind as your heart fluttered with each words he spoke, and your panties dampened each time you noticed something about his appearance.

Neither you nor him even realized the things he was admitting to doing in an attempt to 'defend' himself : the stalking, the overdoing it in hopes tales of his battles reached the archives, always trying to wear the colors he knew you liked so he'd get noticed.

When you stopped in front of your door, you tilted your head as you looked up at him.

"Are you sure you're over me ?" You asked, a teasing yet hopeful edge that he didn't in your voice.

And that wasn't lost on him at all.

"Uh huh, yup, totally am." He answered before looking away from you and muutering, "... Or maybe not..."

Once you finally reached your house, a sigh left your lips.

You knew what to do, this was the moment to try to be a good friend again, tell him about Hinata — though the timing would be terrible, but at least, your conscience would be clear.

You looked at him quietly, knowing then and there that this was not what you were going to do. In fact, you already knew this was where you'd be making a bad decision.

You should've let it go then and there, thanked him for walking you home and sent him away.

This would be the right thing to do, sending a message that you weren't reciprocating it and that he should find someone else, a perfect gate to pushing towards your friend !

...

The only thing that was pushed was his head between your thighs, your fingers tugging at his hair as he ate you out on your bed.

"Stop trying to close your legs..." He scolded you with a mouth full of pussy, his tongue sliding all across your folds and leaving no parts untouched. "You're so loud... So cute..." 

In your defense, you knew you'd make a bad decision.

Besides, he confessed first, you left with good intentions and a pure heart. It wasn't your fault that he was interested in you and not her, was it ?

Not that you cared in this current moment anyways, his tongue work making it impossible for you to think about anything else.

His fingers dug into your hips to keep you in place, alternating between flicking his tongue in circles around your clit and giving it a hard suck from time to time with no real pattern, the inconsistency of it keeping you on your toes.

"I needed this from you so bad..." He muttered before licking a long stripe from your pussy, then repeating it.

Again.

And again.

And yet again.

If you didn't believe that he was experienced at first, you were proved wrong.

Only someone who knew what they were doing would be able to make you cum using just his mouth, bullying your clit and giggling around it in glee when you finally came apart of his tongue.

"Naruto... N-Naruto- please..." You whimpered softly, trying to push him away to no avail.

Embarrassingly loud moans left your lips with every move his tongue made, stimulating you through your orgasm and only pulling away when he was satisfied.

Sitting back on his knees, Naruto looked down at you with a satisfied but hungry look in his eyes, admiring your naked body.  The sight of you looking so vulnerable, shaking with your breasts heavy with each breath you took only served to make him even harder if that was even possible, his hand slapping your inner thigh.

You jolted back to life, a soft whimper falling from your lips as your attention was brought back to him.

"Come on... Already tapping out ?" He teased, admiring what he had to you.

And it only took his mouth...

"No..." You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

That guy with a flushed face and pussy juice all over his mouth, chin and cheeks just gave you the best orgasm in my life solely using his mouth, and still had the audacity to make fun of you. 

"You're so wet..." He observed, running his fingers through your mess. 

The sudden touch to your sensitive pussy made you gasp, hand shooting out to grab his wrist in an effort to get him to leave it alone for now. 

"Wait... Don't- Fuck, I need a minute." You finally admited through baited breath.

"Oh so you are tapping out." He replied smugly, looking at you and holding back a laugh. 

"I'm not, I said I need a minute." 

Hooking his arms around your legs, he slid your body down until your wet cunt left a print of his boxers, which felt way too small and tight right now. 

One of his hands slid up to your waist slowly, firmly clenching your flesh while the other went to your cheek as he leaned down, kissing you up your stomach, your sternum, and finally reaching your neck.

"What if I can't wait a minute ?" He asked, voice raspy with need and bordering on a whisper. "Can I wait that minute with the tip inside you, at least ?" 

His breath on your skin made you shiver, the hand that was on your waist switching to your breasts and giving them a nice, firm squeeze all while caressing your cheek.

Clearly, you had severely underestimated just how much he had been yearning for you, needing you; his 'cute' crush had been punctuated by nights of jerking off to the thought of you, groaning and biting his pillow — or humping and fucking it when his thoughts ran a bit too wild.

And finally, he had you right there, under him, wanting him just as badly as he wanted you. 

"Just a little bit..." He muttered, nibbling on your skin as the hand on your cheek moved to take his cock out, rubbing it against your dripping cunt in circles. A soft mewl reverbed agaist your skin as he did so, his eyes rolling back at how close you were. "I just need it for a little bit... Let me have your pussy, let me have you for a bit..." 

All the air had been knocked out of your lungs, your hands cupping his cheeks as he kissed your neck against, moaning softly against your skin.

"... Okay... Put it in..." You whispered the permission.

You felt him smirk against your skin, immediately sliding his cock inside of your dripping cunt eagerly.

"Thank you..." He moaned out, kissing your cheek as he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him.

And you had once again underestimated him... Well, his size at least.

His fat cock split you open, your body adjusting to him with ease from how wet you were.

A soft moan left your lips, your hand wrapping around his neck as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hands moved again to spread your legs wider for him. The second your pussy had accomodated his size, he was a man on a mission, fucking you just the way you deserved. 

"You feel... So much better than I imagined..." He moaned, leaning back to see your face contort in pleasure because of him, and him alone.

You were a goner, your sensitive cunt singing so pretty with each thurst, pretty moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you looked at him.

His toned stomach, his muscular body, his neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then, finally, you made eye contact.

That made him hiss in pleasure, his hips colliding with your ass harder as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get deeper access. 

"Your pussy's suckin' me in... So greedy..." He muttered, his other hand going to your hair to tug your head back, forcing you to look at him. "Let me- fuck !" He groaned, eyes rolling back as you tightened around him. "You were worth the wait..." 

Long gone was the guy who was shy and hesitant to admit that he 'used' to like you. Right now, he was pounding your pussy nice and proper, tugging on your hair to force to keep your eyes on him and only him.

A small scream left your lips as he thrusted right into your spot. Immediately, a smug look appeared on his face as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, increasing the pace.

"Right here " He asked, against your lips, only to thrust harder when you tried to answer, a loud moan coming out instead of words. He chuckled low in his throat, lips finding their way back to your neck. "Yeah, I know..." 

He was sucking and kissing your skin, undoubtedly leaving marks and moaning against you louder the more your sensitive cunt squelched, eventually soaking the mattress under you as you came apart on his cock, toes curling. 

"So loud... Means I'm doing my job okay ?" He asked breathlessly, leaning back up. 

He grabbed your legs and turned you on your side, continuing to pound into you with little to no regards for overstimulation, not when it felt so good to make you feel good.

"Naruto, please- hah~ !" 

"I know, I know... I just need... A little more... For a bit... Just a little bit..." He whimpered, grabbing one handful of your ass, the other hand holding one of your tits. 

And his eyes... He wasn't looking at anything but you.

How you squirmed, the tears of pleasure dripping from your eyes, your fucked out expression, eyes glazed over. 

He got off on you getting off, and that's exactly why he didn't last another two seconds before giving one final thurst, burying himself deep inside you to shoot his load so far inside you, you won't forget any of it : tonight, his feelings and most importantly, him.

It took you both a while to come back down from that, the two of you breathing heavily.

Naruto leaned down on top of you, refusing to pull out just yet and covering you in kisses instead, his arms wrapping around your waist as he got you on your back again to be more comfortable.

He laid his head against your shoulder, gentle stroking your sides while letting you have a moment before speaking again.

"Are you okay ?" 

Your mind slowly cleared up, sweat covering your body and post-nut clarity finally kicking in.

What the fuck did you do ?

It was clear that he wouldn't just leave you alone after this, the way he fucked you was telling enough. How the hell were you supposed to get him to Hinata ?

Scratch that, did you want to give him to anyone now ?

He was still balls deep inside you, slowly softening, his cock dripping out of you and his warm body covering yours like a —mighty comfortable— human blanket.

Did it matter now that everything was done and over with ?  It's not like you could turn back time either ways, not that you wanted to. 

With a soft breath, you snuggled up to him, deciding that guilt, explanations and all would come later.

The sun had begun to rise now, the blue hues of the night sky lightening up progressively.

Yeah... Whatever the hell would come after this was an issue for future you.

A soft scoff left your lips at the thought as you closed your eyes, basking in his embrace.

"All good..."

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[lucyddreamin]

warnings!

reader will always be afab! unless specified

though i try to be as evasive as possible, i always write with curvy! black! reader in mind

i do have a tendency to push 'moral' boundaries — themes such as stalking, gaslighting if you squint and things of that nature are to be expected here !

Every character is 18+ ! (eg; the Naruto fics I write are always about them in 'The Last' movie and up)

on that note, enjoy !

All my JJK-verse related fics

"It's not your fault, they're identical !" — Nerdjo! x Reader x Fratjo!

"Meet your match." — Fratjo! x Reader

"Pretty little pet." — Naoya x Reader

All my Naruto-verse related fics

"Can't stand your smile... so cry." — Naruto x Reader

"Wingwoman." — Naruto x Reader

All my video game fics (expect mostly final fantasy)

"Keepsake" Pt.1 & "Keep me" Pt.2 — Sephiroth x Reader

Characters I randomly obsessed over for a bit

TBD.

Crossovers

"Teamwork." — Nerdjo! x Reader x Nerdmin!

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©lucyddreamin 2026 | if you don't feed my work to ai, copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize, you'll get a kiss-kiss !

[cocotokii]

It’s been a while 🧍‍♂️🎀

[lucyddreamin]

tags! pre-crisis core! sephiroth x (implied) curvy! afab! reader, sephy is kinda stalker-ish and still delusional, dom-ish reader, virginity loss (m), mentions of spit, oral sex (f! receiving), reader is still a jezebel, squirting, actual sex (p in v), creampie, lightly proof-read, i think that's all ?

part 2 of this fic !

Word Count : 4K

He found you.

It took him weeks to do so, but Sephiroth had finally found you.

Though he convinced himself he wouldn't try to do so, the intimate scent of that was staining your panties had completely vanished. He knew this would happen eventually, of course, but he hadn't expected his memory to not be able to sustain his desires.

Looking at you from afar, he didn't shy away from staring at you, your soft yet obscene curves, a skirt resting low on your full hips and your flowy little tank top showing off your stomach.

There was no way he would get hard over a stomach, right ?

Wrong.

It took him some work to find you, of course. Especially because he couldn't ask around, couldn't tell anybody about how he had met you and why he was looking for you.

So he took it upon himself to look at the records of your town's residents, going through dozens of files. What made it almost impossible to find you was the fact that your ID picture hadn't been updated in a while, you looked... Different.

Curvier. Softer. More... Womanly.

But with nothing to lose, Sephiroth called off work for the very first time in his life to go back to that town close to the lake you had met at. But he didn't seek you, no.

He observed you.

If he knew anything of social norms, he'd realize how creepy he was being : following you around while staying just out of sight, watching your every move, looking at you sleep through your window with hints of satisfaction and glee in his eyes.

Because, of course, he needed to make sure that you hadn't been this forward with other men.

You were his... Or so he thought, at least.

You see, Sephiroth never had anything that was his, but the thought of you ? The memory of you ? The scent of you ? And perhaps, even further in his mind, just... you as an individual ?

All his.

He didn't really dare to approach you though, no. To him you'd be better off not knowing that what you started made irreversible damages to his very sanity, if you even remembered that.

So he stalked you, like a predator.

He analyzed your patterns, your movements, the places you went to often, the order you always made at your local café, the times you showered at — which he fully took advantage of, sneaking into your house and steal panties from the dirty laundry hamper, totally not creepy.

You were eating his mind away piece by tormented piece, and he let you.

It had been only two days since he started watching and God knows, the clean up after he got ahold of a new pair of your dirty underwear had been tedious.

That night though, he laid down at the inn he was staying at, which 'coincidentally' happened to be the one you worked at.

Now... Sephiroth wasn't planning on getting noticed, at all... But part of him really wanted to see if you thought of him, even just for a little bit.

If you had been going as insane as he did.

You were supposed to be on shift tonight, and soon enough, you'd make the night's last round to make sure everything was alright for every customer.

Yes, he'd done his homework.

So well in fact that he had claimed the very last room you checked, making sure you wouldn't be in any rush.

All he had to do now was wait

And wait.

And more wait.

Then, a knock on the door.

Quickly, he got on his feet.

With no thoughts of straightening himself up and not a single nerve in his body, he opened the door as soon as he reached it.

And there you were.

Clothed this time, but it was far from disappointing to him.

You wore a satin dress that caressed your body, flowing down around your hips with no bra to hide your nipples poking the fabric.

You looked so pretty and relaxed, like you didn't have a care in the world.

So peaceful.

So his.

"Ah, Mister Customer, I was just-"

"You." He muttered, forgetting how to breathe for a second.

It was that overwhelming to him, how were you just... standing there. So pretty, so you, just existing. The sole object of his needs, desires and obsession all wrapped in one beautiful package, standing right before him without a clue.

Taken aback, your brows slightly furrowed at his ominous calling. 

"Yes, me... Excuse me do... Do I know you ?"

You did not remember him.

He wasn't even a memory, just... mentally discarded.

See, any normal person would've thought that working at an inn, you saw so many people a day that no one really stuck out to you.

But he had seen you naked.

You had given him your panties.

Was this all just so casual to you that you didn't care to remember his face ?

"Six weeks ago, you gave me your panties after I caught you on your 'anti-stress' soak." He spoke through gritted teeth, trying his best to not let his offense show, though his usual calm and composed expression slightly cracked to reveal a hint of disappointment.

You blinked at him, slowly yet gently pushing past him inside the room and closing the door.

This was a private conversation.

You weren't ashamed of your little... 'hobbies', but you also didn't want every customer in this floor to know you went around giving away panties.

He simply let you do it, watching you move around as you looked all small and endearing from his taller perspective, endearingly so.

"I gave you my panties ?" You repeated, placing a hand on your hip. "... Oooh ! You're the SOLDIER."

He looked at you quietly, his face softening slightly upon realizing that you finally remembered him, though it did little to ease the dejection he felt at the thought that you didn’t seem to share the same craving for him that he felt for you.

"Is it something you do often ?" He asked, trying to get an answer without necessarily prying it out of you.

You looked around the room, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

Unaware of just what this man had done to the thought of you, what he'd done to your panties, the reason why he was there and what he'd been up to for the past few days.

You were just... blissfully unaware.

"I can't say that it is... I never got caught before, you know ?" You admitted, before changing the topic. "... Well, do you have everything you need in here ?"

Oh.

You were... trying to leave.

You were going to do your round and leave, this was nothing but small talk to you, something casual... Hm.

... Sephiroth didn't like the idea of that very much.

"No." He said, narrowing his eyes on you. "I cannot figure out how to use the... kettle. And the mattress is uncomfortable."

He needed to come up with something quickly.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He was supposed to be able to handle himself, and yet...

You blinked softly, looking at him in confusion.

"I uh... I can't do much about the mattress unfortunately. Are you too tall for it, is that it ?" You asked, trying to see if maybe you could switch his room for more comfort.

"No. It's simply uncomfortable." Because you weren't on it.

But of course, he kept that part to himself, quietly observing your mannerisms, the way your face moved. 

You were so alive.

So damn fascinating.

Ignoring his heavy, almost uncomfortable stare, you let out a soft sigh as you looked at the bed, your hands on your hips.

"Oh... Sorry about that. I'll take note of that for next time... As for the kettle, I can show you-"

"Will you give me another pair of your underwear ?"

The question was so shameless and sudden that you actually had to pause for a minute.

The SOLDIER whose name you didn't even know yet had really asked you that question, with no hesitation whatsoever.

To say you found him unattractive would be a lie. Hell, that was why you gave him your panties after all.

But how hypocritical of you to give him a pair of panties to remember you by, while you completely forgot about him until he brought up what you did. 

Still, you were a bit shocked that he would ask for another one without missing a beat, your face doing very little to hide just how taken aback you were.

"Do you... want one ?" You asked slowly, confusion eteched on every inch of your pretty face as you turned around to face him. 

Sephiroth didn't miss a single movement of yours, be it the muscles of your face tensing into that adorable expression or the simple way your shoulders had dropped slightly, showing that you were less focused on your task and more on what he had said.

Good.

You should keep your focus on him.

"I'd settle for one to remember you by." He finally answered, looking into your eyes. "But it could never be enough to satiate my spirit for what it truly wants."

"You're really greedy, you know ?" A soft scoff left your lips as you looked at him up and down.

An absolute unit of a man, tall and broad as he was. His long hair didn't make it better, seemingly making him look even more physically imposing. 

"I'm not usually... this." He gestured towards himself, trying to make you understand the words he refused to speak outloud.

Pathetic, hungry; needy, lost, consummed by lust... Between other things.

A small smile drew itself on your face as you looked around the room.

Everything had settled in your mind now, the initial confusion slowly giving way to the small, tiny spark of a tension in the room. 

"Okay. So what would it take for you to not be 'this' anymore ?" You asked, raising a brow. 

A long silence installed itself. 

First of all, why were you wearing a satin dress to work ? 

It drove him insane, the way it tickled your curves but wasn't tight, just brushing against your silhouette, almost like a teaser. 

You... Just you, the way you were, the way you moved, the way you talked, it almost turned Sephiroth into a believer, perfection like this didn't just sprout out of nowhere.

"You... What I need is you, not a... 'keepsake'." He finally broke the silence after the longest ten seconds ever. 

"Uh-huh... And what do I get in return ?" 

Your question was a direct blow to his ego.

"Have you not been craving for me the way I have for you ?" He asked, a slight furrow of his brows being the sole indication of how he felt. 

"Should that be enough for me to fuck you ?" You crudely asked in return, slowly circling him as you talked. "There's no Shinra work around the area these days, so you came for me ? Found my workplace ? Kinda creepy..." 

The contrast of your amused smile as you spoke the facts was frankly confusing him, he did not know if you liked it, or if you were going to send him away. 

He hadn't exactly paid any thoughts to how this might perceived, after all, it's not like Sephiroth was some sort of romantic, or at the very least in this case, someone aware of social norms. 

"Creepy ? I wanted you. So I came to you. What seems to be the matter here ?" He questioned, following you with his gaze. 

You stopped behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately unbuckling his coat's heavy belt. 

"What if I didn't want to be found, stranger ?" 

Your voice was low, alluring and pulling him further down. 

He was drowning in you, and surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind much, his breath hitching as your hands hovered over his cold skin to pull his long coat off.

He definitely wasn't experienced, and most definitely didn't know what to do.

In all his fantasies, he had never taken the time to think about what he'd actually do with you, not when it seemed so out of reach for him back then. 

"You mentioned the bed was uncomfortable... Should we break it in a little bit to accomodate you ?" You asked, your breath brushing against his skin and giving him chills.

"Is it possible to break a bed ?" 

That question made you pause for a split second, which he didn't fail to notice.

Another thing he appreciated about you was that you never really thought before speaking. Whenever you had a question, you asked right away, which you then proceeded to do.

"I had my doubts but... I guess that confirms it. You've never felt the touch of a woman before... Am I right ?" 

And shameless as he was, he didn't hesitate to confirm your doubts immediately.

"I have not. This sort of need has never been felt in my body." 

"Until me." You continued his sentence, which he immediately confirmed.

"Until you... That being said, I will not disappoint you." 

You raised a brow, slowly continuing to pull his coat off until it fell to the floor. 

"Permission to put your hair into a bun ?" You mindfully asked, looking at the long, silky strands. "We're going to need it out of the way."

He nodded curtly in response, mindfully bending down a bit to allow you to gather his hair into your palms, feeling its softness against your skin. 

It's only then that you noticed that you didn't have a hair tie, and doubting that he had one, you simply took out your own claw clip and used it on him. 

He didn't question it, not like he had the time.

Your hands caressed his broad, muscular back, pressing down on  certain points to alleviate tension. 

He took a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering closed. And as much as he enjoyed that, he needed more. 

He reached behind him to feel your hips, his cock hardening in his pants as his grip tightened, as if to make sure that you were really there and that he had gone mad to the point of hallucinating you. 

"Tsk tsk, you really are greedy." You whispered, your hands going up his back and over his shoulders.

With a gentle scratch at his chest, you leaned closer to his ear, whispering a simple command : "Get on the bed." 

A bit stunned but also dazed, he simply nodded, taking off the rest of his clothes before climbing onto the bed. 

You chuckled softly at his nonchalant eagerness, looking into his eyes as you slowly pulled your dress off.

He looked feverish, his eyes slightly glazed over and cheeks slightly reddened. 

His hands gripped the sheets so tightly his veins popped out, nothing but pure need coursing through his veins as he watched you slowly climb over him. 

Your face now hovered over his, one of your indexes traced over the shape of his nose before poking his lips, your eyes set on them. 

"Sephiroth." He finally gave his a name, his voice breathy and so soft it could almost be considered a whisper. "If you were to forget me again, remember that name, at least."

You chuckled, looking up into his eyes again.

"You plan to make yourself forgettable ? Geez, what a bummer..." 

Without leaving him a chance to question your sarcasm, you leaned down and finally kissed him. 

If he didn't know what to do at first, he quickly caught on, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you closer which only served to make him harder at the feeling of your nipples poking against his chest.

"You're so untouched... Cute..." You whispered against his lips. 

He barely hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes shut as his hands squeezed your waist, making sure that this was still really happening and not a dream. 

The second confirmation that you were really there was already enough for him, a quiet groan leaving his lips as soon as you pulled away, the sounds so oddly adorable it made you chuckle quietly.

But he didn't perceive as such, no. 

He saw that as you making fun of him, as if you weren't taking him seriously.

Frustrated, Sephiroth flipped you over and sat back on his knees, his hands delicately spreading your thighs. 

"Sephiroth ?" You called out, not against what he was doing but confused as to where this energy came from.  

"I'm not someone you should laugh at... Especially not when I'm like this." He muttered before diving between your legs.

Your eyes were wide in shock, but soon enough, a loud moan was ripped out of your throat.

All it took was an endeared chuckle to activate him, make him completely lose his mind. 

The usually neat and practical Sephiroth turned out to be a messy eater.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass to bring you even closer to his mouth, a loud inhaling sound heard as he breathed you in deeply, followed by a deep groan on his part. 

"I needed you... All those nights I needed this... And you're making fun of me for it..." He whispered against your pussy. "I have no experience, but I know the human body." 

His mouth sucked in your clit, spit dripping down from his mouth.

Your moans worried him that he might have been hurting you at first, but the tug of your fingers in his hair pulling him closer were both reassurance enough and motivation to keep going.

He slid his tongue inside you, the tip of his nose rubbing your clit as his hands slid from your ass to your hips to pull you closer, moaning low in his chest at your taste. 

Yes, he was probably a believer now.

Because surely, heaven was between right between your thighs. 

He slid two long fingers inside you to feel more of you, his fingers moving just the right way in his experimental touch, curling right on your spot and thrusting against it with the right amount of pressure.

He could barely register the tugs at his hair or the way your jiggly thighs crushed his head, eating you out for his own pleasure more than yours at this point, his eyes almost rolling back in ecstasy. 

Almost.

Because before that could happen, his face and a bit of his hair were drenched in your climax, squirting all over him.

His eyes snapped open as he finally looked up at you.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that wasn't pee. What he didn't know was that women could do something like this, which didn't help his almost unhinged fascination for you.

"Sorry..." You breathed out, your chest heaving.

He looked at you, how completely dazed you looked, your lips all swollen from how hard you've been biting on them. 

"Atta boy..." You whispered, stroking his wet cheek. "Do you want a rag, or-" 

"No." 

You panted quietly as you looked at him, curious, but not enough to question him.

He was eager to prove himself, so this ?

This was the physical proof of his success. Him quite literally drowning in your essence.

He never wanted to wipe you off of him.

"Do that again." He asked, looking at your pussy almost curiously as he nibbled on your inner thighs, hungry for more.

Hungry for you. 

Starving, actually.

"I can't do that on command." You replied, shaking your head. 

Licking his lips to taste more of you, he climbed back over you, his cock resting on your stomach as he kissed you again.

He didn't know why exactly he felt the need to do that, but he did it anyway, devouring you whole and swapping the taste of your pussy for the one on your tongue. 

His lips quickly found their way to your neck, kissing and biting at your supple skin, probably without realizing how passionate he was being, not when the man was on a mission to eat you, to taste every inch of your skin.

Your breathing could barely keep up as you reached down to his cock and positioned it at your entrance. 

"Come on, let's keep going." You spoke softly under your breath. 

"Are you satisfied with me ?" He asked, experimentally pushing his hips forward a bit. 

"Very." You nodded, the half of his hair you had pulled out of the claw clip tickling your skin. "More... Pretty please." 

And without any reservation, he slid inside you in one slow thrust, savoring the feeling of every inch of him welcomed into your tight, warm cunt, a low mixture of a groan and moan leaving his lips.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, holding you close as his face buried into the crook of his neck.

It was like his hips had a mind of their own, thrusting into you in slow, powerful thrusts.

Your nails dug into his back, the slight ache only serving to fuel him.

No words were spoken, not when you had no choice but to be quiet when his thick cock wreckedyour sensitive cunt like this, his fingers gripping your flesh tightly as if scared you would disappear, his soft sounds of pleasure falling directly into his ear. 

"So good..." He whispered once before biting your shoulder, one powerful hand squeezing your left breast. 

He didn't have to do a lot to make you cum again. 

This time, you didn't squirt but you tightened like a damn vice, a louder groan leaving him and vibrating against your skin.

He didn't curse, didn't talk, didn't moan or beg but just took, and kept taking, successfully proving himself.

He picked up pace, your legs shaking as you cried out, overstimulated. 

You held onto his firm biceps, your eyes rolling back as your back arched into him, the feeling of his cock pulsing and leaking precum inside you making you feel dizzy.

And when he finally came inside you, Sephiroth's vision blurred, his touch almost bruising for how hard he held on to you, his teeth sinking into your right breast. 

Nothing else mattered, just the pent up loads of cum that you should have been stuffed with all along finally being right where they belonged. 

His thrusts slowed down progressively, though he didn't stop through his orgasm, giving you every last drop until he was dry. 

Finally, he understood the occasional sex talk he'd overhear his colleagues go on about. Though frankly, part of him still thought they were exaggerating, because none of them had you.

And perhaps, that's all it came down to. 

His desires, his needs, his overwhelming lust were all yours to have, and no one else's.

No one else's hands should touch him, no one else deserve to have his fascination, no one else had their place in his mind, but you.

He rolled off of you quietly, but held onto you close.

Just as he was all yours, he had decided you'd be all his.

Nobody else could have you like this, ever. 

He looked at you quietly, how peaceful and slightly flushed you looked, your eyelids heavy and your body marked by his teeth.

He wanted to keep going.

This wasn't nearly enough for all those weeks he had spent yearning for your affections. 

But you weren't him, you didn't have the type of stamina he did. In a rare demonstration of empathy, he decided to put himself in your shoes for a second and let you have your rest.

You'd definitely need it for later.

Before you could (irresponsibly) fall asleep on the clock in a customer's bed, you manage to let out one last thing though, all cuddled up into his chest like nothing else mattered, a sight he wanted to engrave in his mind.

"We should definitely work out something more long term..."

And though you were half-asleep, your conscience slowly slipping out and your awareness being at an all-time low, you were sure, could bet your life on the fact that you felt Sephiroth none only kiss your shoulder,

with a smile on his lips.

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satoru didn’t mind being the guy that you fall back to when his brother did something wrong. 

it strokes his ego whenever you come running back to him with tears streaming down your face and whining about how much of an asshole his brother is and going on long tangents about the other girls he's talking to and how he's constantly ghosting you after sex.

this is what he wants; the more you complain, the more of an open door he has to put you on his lap and coo about how you’re way too good for his brother and how no one else can handle you while his dick pokes into your ass, fighting the urge to slide it against your slit that he knows is soaking. 

whenever he sees those tears and hears the whimpers that erupt from your chest, he can’t help but imagine what it will feel like having his dick inside of you and feeling your wet walls cling to his dick while you cry. 

adrenaline pumps through his veins when he hears that knock on the door and your little sniffles that passed through it; it's something he's thought about and jerked off to more times than he could keep up with. 

before he opens the door, all the blood has rushed to his dick, and it's pushing against his sweatpants. you were always too distraught and in your head to notice.

even when you’re on his lap, you never register in the moment that he's hard or the fact that he’s rubbing against you while you sob your heart out. 

he doesn’t feel bad, not even one bit. to him this is almost like payment, plus it made you feel better after the fact; it wasn’t hurting you, so he keeps doing it, keeps using your sadness as goon fuel. 

jerking himself off crazy once you leave out, or if you’re staying over that night.

too tired and exhausted from crying to go back to your dorm, he’ll jerk off with you in the same bed, staring at your pretty face the entire time. 

the comfort he gives you is transactional; when you’re crying, that's when he puts you in his lap, kisses your cheek, and softly bounces his leg, telling you everything that you want to hear because he's getting what he wants. 

you give him tears and a boner; he gives you comfort and the same song over again from the last time. if you’re not crying, he's at a distance, slowly nodding his head, clearly disinterested. 

it's better if you’re sobbing, looking at him with those big eyes filled to the brim with tears that continue to spill over while he talks you through your crying.

it gets him off more when you’re looking at him snuggling into his touch, cum spilling from his tip, making a wet spot in his sweats. 

he puts the blame on his brother every single time; maybe if he treated you right, you wouldn't be running to him every time in those tiny clothes, whining for him.

as long as you’re crying and beating yourself up about how this happens every time things are going good.

satoru will be here picking up the pieces while rubbing himself off while you sat in his lap sniffling, saying how he’s so nice for always opening his door and not knowing next time it’ll be your legs.