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UM I DO TEXT YOU LIKE THAT WIEHJWJWKA

no cause why are my friends better than any person i’ve dated 😭

AINT NOBODY TOLD ME NOTHINGGGG😩

vulcan, hisagi honestly, the rest of my men would complain😑

which fav you kissing in the pouring rain

and i get to touch it😁

i love to twerk because god blessed me with a fat ass 🙏🏾 and i thank him

SLURP DAT DICK TILL IT CUM, SUCK DAT DICK TILL IT CUM

lieutenant of the 9th Division ♡

Hi

First of all. Yes I deleted the Publishing House. 2 nights ago was a reason why but it wasn't the entire reason. I firstly wanna apologize to those who had nothing to do with this. It wasn't far to you but I have been letting slick shit slide for a long time and it was just time for it to go.

I only have issues with Val and Zari.

Val @theemrsjaeger : you started this shit with the snide comment you made about mia. I didn't do my part in defending her so she found it in her to look elsewhere for help when I didn't give it to her. So yeah if that makes me biased so be it. I've been letting a LOT of bullshit slide that was coming towards me just for the sake of staying unbiased. I even tried to be civil but apparently it's not working so here we are.

Zari @yourrfavzxri: You were transphobic towards me. Point blank period. you know my pronouns are they/them and you told me and I quote to "stfu."

you continously bullied not only mia, but others in the server including me and I let that shit slide. Over and over again. To keep peace. You wanted to bully and gaslight my friends and I over what? A discord server.

This shit wasn't needed and I'm not addressing anything after this.

The only thing I'm truly sorry for was not defending mia before this shit got out of hand. And if that makes me a biased person then I fucking am !!

june....

i just know yami has a big ass demon dick like the balls are so heavy and the tip is nice and fat and he fucks you like a flesh light.

he fucks anytime and anywhere

I WOKE UP TO THE BENIMARU SMUT! BRI! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

GOTTA GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMGGG🥹🧡🤎🧡❣️💘💙💖💛❣️💖❤️🩷❣️🧡🤎🖤🩶💚🩷💚💞💞💚💘🧡💖❤️💕🖤💔💙💕🩵💕🩵🤍❣️

𝐒𝐇𝐘!𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 is truly clueless when it comes to love, but not in the way you’d think.

He’s completely aware of his feelings for you, as well as the fact that he loves you strongly, however, he’s just not used to being cared for in such a romantic way.

He’ll kinda stalk you around your own home, hanging around in the entrance of every room you’re in as he builds up the courage to ask for a hug.

“Stop being so shy, Eren,” you teased, flipping a hamburger in the kitchen as he stood in the archway. “If you want something, just ask. It’s just me.”

You happened to be correct and completely wrong at the same time. It was you, true, but that’s exactly why the long-haired man stood there, fidgeting his hands.

“I don’t wanna bother you if you’re busy,” he said.

You were already making his favorite meal for dinner, already kissed his cheek randomly when he was simply sitting on the couch, so what right did he have to ask for a hug too? He was being greedy. Too demanding. Too annoying. He should probably just-

“Come here,” you motioned him over. “You have that look on your face. You’re not bothering me, baby.”

He hesitated, but he walked over, wrapping his arms around you as you turned the stove off and hugged him back.

—

Now, Eren’s also equally as troubled when you are sad or when you want something, and he can’t figure out what it is.

Therefore, he’s always on Google, searching things such as “signs that your girlfriend is upset” or “how to cheer up your girlfriend” and taking note of everything he sees.

So, you’ll randomly discover little things that he decided to do for you in order to cheer you up, such as buying you your favorite dessert and flowers, or watching your favorite movie with you but pretending it’s his idea, all so you don’t feel guilty for making him sit through it.

Not only is he using that phone of his to search up things, but he also jots down little things he notices about you in his notes app, such as your favorite brand of bread or reminding himself to go back to the jewelry store and buy you that necklace you were staring at.

All in all, love is new and strange to the shy man, but he’s doing a great job without even realizing it.

The google search hc is based on a fic by @neptunes1nterweb!

Sweet Blind Summer Fling ༄ S. Gojo

"Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!?"

A/n: Alright, y'all, it's time for the second entry for my summer series!! Not gonna lie, it was fun to write as it's my first time writing for Gojo. I think I did a decent job capturing his character in my style, but you will be the judge of that. This was supposed to be posted on Monday, but I was overwhelmed (had 1 hour of sleep) and dropped something else. But we're good to go now! :) And fyi: there's a bonus scene at the end that sets up the next story as they are connected. Any spelling/grammar errors will be dealt with tomorrow.

Also, guest appearances from my lovely mooties (@cu7ie // @kazushawty // @etherealxmaya // @hqkalon // @yourrfavzxri // @neptunes1nterweb) because I felt like it, lol. Hope this puts a smile on their faces if they see this :3

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh).

Wc: 6.9k (7.4k with the bonus scene...never say I don't do anything for y'all)

Dear Diary...I once again have come to you with more thoughts that cloud my personal judgment. I did not think you'd be of use to me again. But after what happened last night, it's worth having you in front of me and a pen in my hand again once more...

After finishing your finals, summer break has finally welcomed you with open arms. Two semesters of painful studying and sleepless nights have been long forgotten since you turned in your last in-person exam! You've started working at an internship that you've been dying to get, enjoying the new things you're learning from experienced colleagues, and finding love in the field you've grown and studied for this entire time.

In addition, you also have all the time in the world to hang out with your best friends — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara! Just last weekend, you four hung out at this new sports bar that recently opened and had the most fun experience! Yuuji made new friends with people at the bar who kept buying him drinks; Megumi had to begrudgingly watch over the salmon-haired other to ensure he didn't croak from alcohol poisoning, and you and Nobara took sweet pictures together for your summer album.

It's been a great summer so far. There has been nothing that could bring you down from enjoying this season in the best way you can. Absolutely nothing that could throw you off your summer grove!

However, that's what you initially thought. Because why else would you be in some random hotel room writing in your diary.

To get the full context, I'll take you back to the night I and the gang left the sports bar. We spent the night at Yuuji's as he and Nobara tried to sober up...

It was a chill evening in your friend's place, you and the other three in the living room chatting with the television on low to not disrupt his sleeping grandfather. Yuuji was sobering up by eating bread and drinking water, Megumi was on the couch reading something on his phone, and you were arguing with Nobara.

The auburn-haired other points to you with her index, holding a glass of water. "I told ya, you lost the bet!"

"How!? You literally cheated!" You push her finger out of the way as you two giggle at your complaints. "You kicked Yuuji in the shin to distract him, and I didn't even know I was a part of the damn thing!"

Now your pink-haired friend jumped to say words of his own. "That was foul with what you did; I should've fallen to the floor and acted like I was really hurt. Have you paying my medical bills."

"Blah, blah, blah, sounds like a losers' pleas to me." Nobora rolls her eyes while you and Yuuji glare at her. "And you! You didn't say you were out of the game, unlike Megumi. I said, and I quote: 'When the wings touch the table, the bet is on,' and guess what? By the time the wings got here, I didn't hear a single peep out of you saying you forfeited from the challenge! Once you picked up a single wing, your ass was set in stone!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you annoying bitch..." you groan in your hands as the woman maniacally barks her laughs. "Alright, fine, I ate the shortest portion of wings. Therefore, I, Y/n L/n, declare myself the loser to this fuckery of a challenge. So, Queen Cheater," Nobara snickers to herself at the title you've given her. "What is my punishment?"

You should've known by the evil twinge of your friend's lip that the punishment would be absurd. "I, Queen Cheater," she takes a confident swig of her water before sealing your fate. The words she says next shake to your core, and the decline of your dignity hits you like a bullet train. "...Hereby dare you, the loser, to make an online dating account and find thyself a blind date!"

Your disapproval fell on deaf ears, forcing you to resentfully grab your phone and download a dating app. To make matters worse, you had to make the account with your friends watching (minus Megumi, who still wanted no part in what you all were doing). Once you were done setting up your profile, the three of you looked to the screen to look at the other users, who were also on a quest to find a sense of courtship.

The past thirty minutes have been spent looking at all the users around the area, swiping left and right for those who did and didn't pique your interest.

Todo Aoi (22) "I like 'em tall, with a FAT ASS. If you don't fit the criteria, it's gonna be hard to convince me."

Oh, brother.

Sol (18) "Don't know about a long-term relationship, but we can be chill if ya wanna be friends! :D"

Seems nice. Maybe a chat wouldn't hurt.

Mei Mei (36) Don't ever expect me to pay for the first date or any date. Will you see me again depends on what you have in your savings. ♡

Alright, I appreciate the honesty. But nope.

Karma (20) "Tbh I'm secretly married to my four wives: Hoshi, Maya, Sae, and Zari. But if you look like or are Toji Fushiguro, hit my DMs pronto!! Shhhh, don't tell Hoshi tho, she might divorce me :P"

Okay then—Wait, isn't that Megumi's dad??

Hoshi (20s) Don't listen to Karma. We are very much divorced, and my heart belongs to my one and only: Toji Fushiguro :/

Alrighty then...

Sapphire (19) "Call me MLK, cuz I had a dream about us 🫦"

Fucking no!

Frustration keens in through a heavy sigh. Usually, you'd be happy knowing you can't seem to find a match; however, for this situation, Nobara Kugisaki will not let you off the hook until there's someone worthy of the swipe of invitation. You groan in exhaustion, throwing your head back onto the couch behind you.

With no luck, you decided to call it a night and try again later. So you called an Uber, took yourself home after saying goodbyes to your friends, and reluctantly promised Nobara you'd let her know if you'd get a blind date. With a nice shower and some comfortable PJs, you're now lying comfortably on your bed and looking through all the pictures you took tonight. Then, for some reason, you had the urge to go back on the dating app to look through more users to match up with. Probably because you'd prefer to get this bet out of the way now than later. Regardless of the justification, you spend about twenty minutes swiping and reading through many other people's profiles, and — just like before — not many people catch your eye.

That holds true until you stumble upon a name and description that sparks your curiosity.

Satoru Gojo (old enough to be irresistible; 31) "I was made perfect, I can do everything perfectly, but I want us to be perfect together (･ω<;)☆"

It might've been the use of the emoticon or the confidence that seeped out based on the tiny description. Whatever the case, you stayed on the user's profile for quite a while longer than the others. Even going far as to read his profile thoroughly: knowing what his likes and dislikes are, his height, a fan of Digimon, and so on.

And you contemplated whether or not to swipe him to the side of approval, but you made up your mind after a few minutes of inner discourse. It's not like I'll match up with him immediately. So, you gave him the go and continued on with your search.

Although, that was short-lived because what happened next surprised you to the point that sleep no longer claimed over you.

"Contratz! You've successfully matched with Satoru Gojo!"

Wait, what!!??

You were utterly perplexed by the pop-up showing up on your phone screen. There's no way this was happening, all under the same night, too! And what surprised you the most was the fact that he was awake as well, sending you the first message:

gogojojo: Hey!

Oh, fucking shit. Your body tenses at the greeting, reading his username and message repeatedly. Quickly, you take a few deep breaths to ease yourself before doing something stupid. You answer him with a salutation of your own:

y/ndontwannabehere: Hi there!

gogojojo: A night owl too, huh? Couldn't sleep?

y/ndontwannabehere: Yeah, was just on my phone for a bit, until I saw your message.

gogojojo: Lucky me! I was surprised to have you as a match, I saw your profile about an hour ago.

y/ndontwannabehere: I'm also surprised as well, you're one of the few people who I seemed interested in.

gogojojo: Well, I'm flattered :D Now that you got my attention, what would you like to know about me?

y/ndontwannabehere: Okay...it says you're six-foot-three, how's that like?

gogojojo: I may be six-foot-three, but I'd like to be six feet under you ;3

y/ndontwannabehere: ......

......I regret giving this dude a chance.

Because of the terrible pick-up line, you closed off the app and turned off your phone to switch the lights off and go to sleep. However, another text sends your phone vibrating on the dresser's surface.

gogojojo: Woooow, not even a pity laugh? :/

You shake your head at the notification, but a smile creeps up when you open your phone and tap on the keys to message back.

y/ndontwannabehere: nope, that sucked ass.

gogojojo: Hey now!! >:T you can't say it's ass if it did what it was supposed to do

y/ndontwannabehere: and what's that?

gogojojo: got you here talking with me ヾ(●ε●)ノ

His message makes your smile broader, and you spend the rest of the night talking to Gojo.

It continues for two more weeks, sharing pieces of info about yourselves while rolling your eyes at his annoying jokes and pick-up lines. But for the most part, you enjoy your talks with the stranger on the other side of your screen.

And it all goes swell until he drops this on the fourth day:

gogojojo: Hey! Wanna go on a date with me this weekend?

You were lying on your bed watching Netflix, and you almost choked on your dinner when the message popped up. So in tune with the back-and-forth between you and Gojo that you had forgotten why you made an online dating account in the first place! You grab for your phone to reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: you're serious?!

gogojojo: yeah! I mean, you and I've been talking for a while, I'm kinda into you, plus we could meet up somewhere close. Besides, I would like to see you, and I know you're dying to see me too :)

y/ndontwannabehere: And what makes you think I'd DIE just to see you?

gogojojo: Because why would you not~? You'd be surprised by how many people I've had fallen head-over-heels for me~

y/ndontwannabehere: well, guess I'll be the first one to not be >:3

gogojojo: HUH!!?? Don't say that, I'll cry

y/ndontwannabehere: LMAO grown ass man crying over rejection

gogojojo: Rejection hurts, and I have a weak heart!! :'000

y/ndontwannabehere: Liar.

gogojojo: ANYWAYS! You up for a date?

And that's how you started dressing yourself up on a Friday afternoon, fixing yourself up in front of your bedroom mirror. Checking your phone periodically for Gojo to tell you when he's in front of your home.

You already texted Nobara that you got a blind date, to which she praised you with monumental amounts of supportive text messages and emojis and a text stating she'll throttle you if you don't tell her all about it. It was humorous: you created the online dating account because of a stupid bet for a random date — and now that it was here, you didn't know how to feel. You can't say when was the last time you ever went out with someone, let alone on a blind date! Anxiousness shadows you about the whole thing, but after chatting and getting to know a little bit of Gojo, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad of a date.

After all, the guy seems likable and fun to hang out with based on your interactions. Plus, it's only a date. That's all it is. Absolutely nothing attached in any shape or form.

Thoughts grind to a halt when you hear your phone vibrating on your dresser, a text from Gojo.

gogojojo: I'm here~~~ Ready to fall madly in love with me? :3

Your heart skips a beat at the message, biting the bottom of your lip in nervousness. You send him a reply:

y/ndontwannabehere: Nah, ready to barf right in front of your face :P

gogojojo: Such a rude person :/ Get your butt out here

You giggle before shutting off your phone and grabbing your bag with all your necessary items. Before you leave, you look in the mirror one last time, using this moment to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come. The day has come; you're about to go on a date. No going back now, and I can finally put this dumb bet to rest!

You open your front door and enter outside, the summer heat crawling on your legs from your cute jean shorts and your shoulders excluded from the cream-white cami top. You see a black car — a black 2018 BMW XI — parked right on the street, windows tinted to hide the face you're looking for. But when you draw closer to the vehicle, the passenger side window slides down, and you finally meet him.

The man of the hour himself, the man you've been talking with for two weeks straight, and the man you were about to experience a complete mess of a date with: Satoru Gojo.

"Hey there," his voice was chipper and friendly; his texting style matched his speech. From the window, you can interpret his outfit: a blue flannel shirt covering his white Tee and black jeans with a silver chain emanating from his belt. His eyes were blocked by dark circle sunglasses, making it hard to decipher the color. But his snow-white hair was the first thing that caught your eye, contrasting with the black interior of his car. "Y/n, right?"

You smile at your name. "Correct, Mr. Gogojojo."

He snickers at the use of his username. "You look cute, and I know you like what you see since you were eyeballing me up and down."

"Yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes before opening the passenger door, putting your bag between your legs as you sit down. While putting on your seatbelt, you can feel the bass subtlety vibrate within the car, and the music was...What the fuck? You look at the front integrated head unit on the dashboard and see what artist the man is listening to. "...You listen to Zack Fox?"

"Yeah, I was listening to his songs on my way here! You know his song Marinate?" And before you could answer, the white-haired man sang along to the lyrics. To your perplexity, you just watch him rap along with the artist and the outlandish lyrics. And he just keeps going until the transition to the second verse. "Funny, right?"

"You know," you shake your head at Gojo, whose grin goes wider. "I was about to fall for you until you started rapping the lyrics."

"Whaaaat, he's a comedian, it's meant to be funny!"

"Whatever. Let's just hurry and get this date over with."

"Oh, sounds like someone's ready to be wined and dined by me." He starts the car and shifts between gears. "Don't rush things, princess. Good things come to those who wait."

"Just drive!"

Gojo laughs at your complaints as he drives off on the street. You playfully groan to yourself at your date's antics, looking out to the window to watch your surroundings move past your line of sight.

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"Ever since high school, I would eat a pack of gummies anytime I was doing homework because it stimulates my brain and helps me focus. So by the time college came around, I got so used to eating sweets that I naturally started liking them." Gojo took a sip of his milkshake. "But then, when my best friend and I went to our first house party, I had my first drink. And, Y/n."

"Oh God, what?"

"The taste was so bad that I tried downing it all in one chug. Well, that came back to bite my ass — and my best friend got the worst of it."

"Gojo, what did you do?"

"He was sitting down on a couch talking to someone, and I was behind the couch feeling all squeamish. So, before I could stop myself, I barfed on his hair!"

"Oh, my God, No!!" And the two of you roar in laughter and bang on the booth table you were sitting at.

The date was at an old, vibrant diner in the city where Gojo is a regular customer; the cozy and welcoming atmosphere had you erase any anxious feelings about this date and feel a little more confident. You and Gojo took things slow, you talking about your summer internship and him of his job as a high school teacher.

The conversation started the topic of summer break came to play, prompting you to talk more about yourself and your friends. That flipped the switch entirely as you became more open about your friends and their goofiness. And as a goofy man, Gojo was intrigued with your stories and had him reminiscent of memories from his youth. Although, you've come to find out that Gojo takes his playful nature to a whole other level, and it's been having you two laugh about said foolishness for the past hour.

"The funny thing is, right, he was talking to this sophomore girl that was eyeing him up the whole time we were there," Gojo says through wheezes. "And he was finally talking to this chick, and she was really getting into him. I didn't mean to intrude on his parade or anything, but as my best friend, you're supposed to help me through thick and thin. I was going to ask if it was okay if I headed to the dorm alone while he stayed at this party. And then, vomit happened."

"Ewww, you terrible friend!" You try to eat a fry from your meal, but your giggles make dining difficult. "No wonder he pranked you with a weed brownie."

"Jokes on him; I still nailed my presentation for my exam. I don't remember saying anything I said, but I take pride in whatever I did to get that A." He takes a big bite of his burger and swallows before saying more. "And I started seeing the sophomore girl he talked to afterward, so checkmate."

You gasp at the information and throw a piece of your food at him, which he effortlessly catches with his hand and eats. "You petty bastard! I'm on your friend's side all the way."

"No regrets!" He hits you with his annoying chuckle that has you smiling hard, and the light above your table makes his dark sunglasses shine chicly.

"Oh, yeah?" You inquire. "I bet I could make you regret it."

The man on the other side of the booth scoffs. "Is that so? And how are you gonna do that, my pretty princess?"

You didn't think he'd buy your bluff. So, the truth is, you had no idea of how'd you punish the snow-haired man. Looking around the diner, you scope for anything that sparks a concept. You then turn to his side and notice a booth at the far end. A woman was laughing with her friends and sipping on a cocktail, making a slightly sour face after taking a drink.

And then it hits, along with a sneer, and you peer back to your date.

"You don't like alcohol, right?" He quirks up a brow at your question. "How many times have you had a drink in your life?"

"Three or four."

"Well then, I dare you to drink three or four cocktails. No milkshake or water to help you get through. Just the ice cubes in the drink."

White brows furrow, and even if the shades block them from your interpretation, you can tell Gojo is studying your face in deep thought with your so-called punishment. Ten seconds go by before he scoffs again. "I'll take up on that. On one condition," he leans back on the booth seat. "You have to take the drinks with me as well."

Now it's your turn to raise a brow and think about his words. "You're paying for the drinks."

"Done deal." He pulls his hand outward to you, initiating a handshake to set the seal in stone before continuing on with this game of yours. You happily shake his hand, commencing the punishment to officially start.

One cocktail was a breeze for you but a bit of a doozy for Gojo to stomach; you had to warn him that if he barfed on you, you'd ditch him and block him for life. Two cocktails in is when you begin feeling tingly. Your date was going through it halfway into the glass, so you had to compromise that a glass of water was needed for him.

Three cocktails in, and you undoubtedly feel the alcohol hit you behind its sweet and tangy facade. You can hardly look at the drink, same with Gojo. You two look at each other and shake your heads in disagreement, pushing the glasses to the side and groaning with your now-drunk selves.

Gojo is the first to say something. "As far as disciplines go, that was, without a doubt, one of the worst things I've had to endure."

You giggle. "Honestly. But I—hic! Excuse me. I bet you're regretting throwing up on your friend's hair now. I did it for his sake, after all."

He only looks at you through his glasses. He then gets up from his side of the booth and walks to yours, and you scoot over to let him have a seat. "Nah, don't regret it one bit. Because if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have you over here laughing and suffering in alcohol with me about it." He maneuvers his hand to rest on your shoulder, and you allow him to move closer to you. "Wouldn't be spending this fun evening with you."

Your eyes hesitantly venture up to his face, welcoming you to the tension that builds up with the lighting and soft music of the diner. His hand rubs on your shoulder in a comforting manner, a gesture you take note of even under the influence. "You know, since you're enjoying having me and all, don't you think I should have a reward for doing your punishment with you."

"And what reward do you have in mind?"

"Can I see them?" You use a finger to motion your own pair of eyes, resulting in the snow-haired man in a short chuckle. But he doesn't argue with you and uses his free hand to remove his shades.

Icy blue is the first thing that comes to mind when you look at his eyes. His orbs are a rarity to the usual crowd, yet they go perfectly with his peachy complexion and pale hair. His orbs hooded and honed in on your figure, appearing soft because of the slight rosy shade of pink on his cheeks. You take in every single feature of his face before speaking.

"Well, I'm starting to see why so many people fall for you, Mr. Gojo." Your face goes hot with the sudden confidence that sneaks within you, yet you continue. "You're very attractive."

He chortles at your comment. "Thanks, dollface. But I don't think it's fair that you only get a reward from me. After all, I almost drowned in alcohol."

You hum. "Fair enough. What would you like?"

His face doesn't change with the following sentence he utters, but you take note of the slight squeeze on your shoulder. "A kiss from the princess would sure warm my heart."

Brows draw upward and breath hitches. A kiss? On the first date? On a blind date?

You don't know what possessed you to do this — it might have been the cocktails. But you incline your face to his and move forwards, your plump lips land on his soft ones for a simple kiss. And with the low hum of his voice, you place another. And another.

When you remove yourself from him, his eyes open to meet yours. A smile gets broader, and so does yours. "You taste sweet," you say.

"So do you." His fingers toy with the strap of your cami top. "Kinda want to kiss you more. And, you know, do a little more, only if you're up for it."

You give him a look. "I believe I just gave you a reward after receiving yours."

"I know, I know," he raises his other hand defensively, but he doesn't remove his smirk. "That's why it's up to you."

You only look at him as he waits for your answer. You already kissed the man; what more is supposed to happen on a blind date? Thoughts on what to do are carefully calculated in your mind, remembering the reason why you're even on this date in the first place. Without Nobara's stupid bet, none of this would be conspiring. Yet simultaneously, it's not like you were having a terrible time. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not once did you feel uncomfortable around Gojo's presence or feel the need to call off the date. Just enjoying his company and character that attracts you to him more. Even if it means spending the entire night with him.

I'm already deep into this night. What's the use of stopping now.

"So?" Your eyes peer up and down on his figure. "What does 'a little more' entail?"

One moment you and Gojo were enjoying each other's company at a diner, then the date was moved to a different location the next. Now you and the white-haired man are in a cozy hotel nearby. You expressed your worries about Gojo driving you two to the new spot as he still had alcohol in his system. But your complaints fell on deaf ears as he persuaded you into trusting him ("Don't worry, it's like three streets away! Plus, it's almost midnight. No one's on the street." "If you crash us into a pole or something, don't ever ask to talk to me again." "Duly noted~" )

The two of you got yourself into a small hotel room. Soft lighting from the lamps bathes nude bodies lying on the comfortable queen-sized. You mount on top of Gojo, a makeout session warming the two of you up with the exchange of body heat. Sucking and biting each other's lips, his big hand at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and the grind of your hips on his firm erection makes the throbbing sensation between your legs flourish with your slick painting him.

His kisses trail down to your neck, and you allow him to venture below your clavicle. Pillowy lips pepper your chest and eventually find your breasts, taking a hardened nipple into his warm mouth.

A sharp cry exits your mouth when Gojo lightly teases your nipple with his teeth. "Mmmm! G-Gojo, pleaseee, I want it," your words come out in whimpers, your body quivering as your cunt brushes against his erect cock shielded by a rubber.

"Is that so, dollface?" He coos at your pleas, his hand running up and down the cusp of your ass and slender fingers teasing your aching entrance every time they draw nearer. "Then go on, ride on my dick like you want to."

His permission has your face go hot, but you station your hands on his chest to propel you upwards, admiring the view of him below you for a moment before lifting your ass. He moves his hands behind his head to relax, signaling you to do the work yourself and at your own pace. And with that, you do.

Your bottom raises until you position the tip of his shaft on the squish lips of your folds. Your breath hitches at the contact of his glans. His smooth voice coaxes you. "Relax, sweet thing. Take your time." You take a few moments to even your breathing and mentally prep you for your following actions. Hips gradually go down and push the cockhead further between your folds. Entry is prompted through the pain with every breath, and a sharp gasp lets you know that his girth finally enters you. And Gojo moans as well.

"Hmmm, that's it." He comments sweetly, his blue orbs tracing the union of your sexes. His hands now snake to your hips, and he throws his head back on the pillow under him. "Ready when you are, princess."

When you're ready, you move your hips downward to take in more of his member, the size of him widening your folds to accommodate the foreign limb intruding inside your vulva. His curve nudging your inner walls has your legs quake, and you concentrate on not being hasty and taking his cock all in one go. So once you finally meet the base, you exhale shaky and use a few seconds for your body to adjust.

Knowing you have the reins, you start to move. You start off with a slow speed, letting the feeling of his dick rub your walls in a steady position. Your whining is muffled with the bite of your lip, but not the man below you. He proudly expresses his pleasure in his moans, the hold on your hips getting tighter.

"Ahhhh, so good and tight," Gojo purrs, egging you to dial up your tempo. He notices you biting the bottom of your lip, and he chuckles. "Come on, baby. I wanna hear that cute voice of yours. Lemme hear it all." He then surprises you with a sudden thrust, evoking a choked cry from puffy lips.

You get the memo then and just let the pornographic noises fly, every moan getting higher and louder with the pace of your hips. His length drilling within you with each intake, and you lean forward for your clitoris to stimulate with the friction, causing you to jerk. You can't tell if it's because of the sex or the cocktails from hours ago making your nerves so sensitive and tender. But in any case, it makes you feel so good right now.

And when you lean back, the feeling gets even more ecstatic, resulting in more mewls from you. His dick goes even further than before, grazing your sweet spots and walls with precision with your increased speed. You swerve your hips in circles, having the man groan. To counter, his hand snakes down to your clitoris to play and pinch on, and you scream.

"Ahhhnn! Haaaah, Gojo! It feels so," the sounds of your ass smacking on his things are now apparent to the ears. The raunchy squelching noises of your cunt embarrass you; however, you can't deny the grip your cunt has on his cock with every rock. Your mind slowly descends into a dreamy haze. "Nnnmph!! Feels too goood, wanna commme..."

He opens his eyes to look at you; the erotic display of your nude body bouncing on his shaft turns him on even more. "Yeah, wanna come with me?" You nod lazily, earning another chortle from the man beneath you. "Alright, stay still for me."

It takes you aback when he suddenly moves up from the bed, sitting with his legs crossed under your ass and his handsome face too close to yours. You instinctively avert your gaze away from the frosty-headed other, bashfully turning your face to the side. It amuses him, guiding your face back to him with his hand. "Hehe, don't be scared of me, angel. I wanna see that beautiful face of yours."

Again, you can't tell whether or not it's the effect of the alcohol, but your face and ears go uncomfortably hot at his compliments. And now that his face is so close to yours, you can clearly take in his features. His sky-blue eyes were extremely fixated with yours, softly hooded with the flutter of his snow eyelids and in contrast with his rosy cheeks. Your heart skips a beat. What is with this beautiful motherfucker?! "Stop flirting with me in the middle of this..."

He laughs at your sheepishness, kissing your cheek. "Flirting with you is what got you here in the first place, baby. Now," his hands slither down your ass, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. "I'm gonna start moving — get ready."

He waits for you to wrap your arms around his neck and lift yourself from his legs before he begins moving his pelvis. The rash jabs of his cock leave you gasping for air and clasping around him. He hisses to your ear with his arms now wrapped around your back as he brings up the rhythm of his hips. You're now forced to bounce onto his crossed legs, his dick scraping your insides deliciously so that you can't think properly.

It's now that everything feels better than before; his member now achieving deeper penetration to the point of hitting your G-spot accurately with the underside of him. You no longer try to suppress the sounds leaving your lips, your wails bringing life to the hotel room. And Gojo's moans get louder and louder when your legs slither around him, and your ass matches the climbing cadence.

"Oooooh, fuck, Gojo! Shit, shit—Mmaah!!" With every rut to your cunt, you can feel the pounding of your head get louder and louder. "Oh, Christ, it feels tew good, so gooood...!!"

"Hnngh, mmmnph!!" Gojo groans at the pleasure, placing his sweaty forehead on yours. His eyes survey your certified expression caused by his touch. He chuckles, "You look so cute jumping on my cock like this. Such a pretty angel."

Timid by his words, you shift your face onto his shoulder to shield away from his line of sight. "Haaaah, stop saying stuff like that—Ahhhhhnnn!!"

You shriek when two fingers come down to your clitoris, the digits swiping and pinching the tender bud. "Hiding away from me again, huh, dollface?" He continues to mess with your clit ensuing in choked mewls and tears streaming down your face, and his hips increase in speed.

Your brain is a mushy mess, fighting the right to form coherent sentences. His fingers go at a hurried pace, abusing your clit. You're so close. Almost there. "Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Go-Gojo, pleaseee, I'm gonna cum—Hmmm!! Ahhaaaaaa!!!"

The peak hits you hard like a train, your body shaking uncontrollably on Gojo and his cock, the walls of your cunt fluttering beautifully on his length. And the contraction pushes him to release, his essence captured in the condom to prevent a spill.

Pants and groans fill the hot space between you two, and Gojo kisses your shoulder as the shockwaves die down with every passing second. A wave of calm covers your body while exhaustion crawls up your spine. You lift your head from his shoulder, and he's met with the most beautiful dazed expression he's ever seen.

"Heh, I should drink with you more often if it means I see you like this." He kisses your nose, and you smile.

"Oh, shut up," you remark breathlessly, and your lips meet his. He kisses you without hesitation, bringing you with him as he lies back on the bed. The sounds of his lips smacking with yours fill the room with a romantic glow, and it stays that way even when slumber claims you both.

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You're woken up by some sort of light on your eyelids and the sound of birds chirping. With a few blinks, your eyes open and are met with the sun's glaring rays peeking through the blind of the hotel window. Begrudgingly, you rise from the mattress and stretch your fatigued limbs. A massive headache greets your head without your consent, pounding it like a drum. The sheet above you slips from your figure, and you find out you slept bare nude.

Too flustered for exhaustion to take control, you grab the sheet to cover your chest, afraid that someone would've seen. The headache vanishes into thin air as you whip and search the room. But there's no one here? And you then notice the blue flannel on the side next to you. The side of the man you were on a date with.

Wait? I was with Gojo last night, right? Questions of the night prior finally come to you. Okay, wait, we went to that diner. Then we had those cocktails, which was a bad idea on my part. So what else? Oh. We kissed. Yeah...we kissed...then I got in his car and drove to this hotel room, and then...And then we.....we—

Unable to complete that thought, a sudden click catches your attention, whipping your head to the hotel door to see it open. And there he is.

Gojo enters the room with his clothes back on, his white tee and black jeans. His shades now block the beautiful eyes you had seen last night — perhaps it was a fever dream, imagining that you did see them. He's holding a paper cup, which you could only assume was tea or coffee. When he notices you, he greets you with a smile.

"Well, good morning, sunshine~" his tone gets chipper the closer he walks to the bed. Placing the cup on the bedside before grabbing for his flannel. "I brought you some tea since I'm sure your throat is sore from last night," your face heats up at the comment. "Plus, I didn't want to leave you empty-handed before I head out."

You blink at him. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Remember my friend I told you about last night?" You nod at him while he ties his blue clothing around his waist. "He texted me earlier, saying something came up with one of our other closer friends, and they need my help. He tried calling me, so I had to leave the room to let you sleep."

You hum at his confession. "I see..." How considerate.

"Hey," He climbs on the bed to be close to you. "Sorry that I can't take you back home or treat you to breakfast or something. Maybe next time."

Now that he's close to you like this, you can make out the implications of his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, blue orbs honed in on you and you alone. Your cheeks gradually go warm. "Next time?" You didn't mean for it to be a whisper, too entranced to notice.

He chuckles at your comment, and you swear your heart's beating irregularly. "Yeah, princess. I'd love to see you next time." He draws closer to kiss your forehead, and it takes every nerve in your body to not melt then and there. He then removes himself from the bed, the dent returning to normal now that his weight is off.

Gojo straightens himself and turns away from you. "Alright, I'm off. I'll leave my hotel card by the door. Text me if you need money for an Uber, 'kay?" You hear the door open. "Be good, ya hear!?" He shouts to you from the other side of the room, practically already in the hallway.

"Same to you!" You reply back in the same manner.

"No promises~." And with that comes the sound of the door closing, confirming your isolation in the now quiet hotel room. You're left to properly rekindle everything that led you up to this point, yet even then, you feel so at a loss.

As far as blind dates go — or dates in general — it's safe to say that this was the most bizarre one you've had. Not because anything dire happened. And that's probably the reason why it felt so surreal. You came into this date to release yourself from the shackles of a bet, knowing that you wouldn't see the end of it from your friend if you didn't take care of it with haste.

Nevertheless, thanks to Gojo, it didn't feel like a bet. Not at all. It felt like an actual, fun date with a new person. With a great person at that. Not once did you express any uncomfortable feelings or ill will towards Gojo. And if you did, you're sure he tended to your worries without your knowing.

"I'd love to see you next time."

His words ring in your ear once more, and they resume to do so when you exit from the bed to grab your bag on the chair next to you. You grasp the most necessary item inside — your diary — and sit at the hotel room desk to document your concluding statements appropriately.

...What happened last night was something that I had no vision of seeing. So, now that it did happen, I just feel a little...empty? Probably because I took care of Nobara's bet and don't have to worry about going on another date again.

But, deep down, a part of me wants to do it all again — Not with just anyone, but with him. What we shared yesterday was one of the most refreshing days I've had all summer. Although he was a bit childish for his mature age, maybe that made me like him even more. He was kind to me, funny, and, dare I say, an attractive guy, both in personality and physical appearance.

Thanks for the date, Satoru Gojo. And if you wish to see me again, any time at any place, know that my heart will accept with glee.

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Gojo exits the hotel room and walks down the hall to the elevator, whistling a tune that only he could understand. He presses the button to summon the machine to his floor, and it comes in a few seconds with the soft ding to mark its risen state. And before Gojo could fully get inside, he sensed his phone vibrating in his right jean pocket.

He grabs for it and stops whistling, tapping on the green call button and placing the device to his ear as the elevator doors close. "Morning, you man-bunned prick."

"It's midday, you blue-eyed sheep." A voice comes from the other side of his phone. "Judging by how you didn't know that, you went out last night, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business~," the white-haired man says in a sing-song manner.

"Shut the hell up~," The one on the phone returns the sentiment. "It's not like I don't know practically every person you screwed in the streets with."

The elevator door opens to the main floor, and Gojo exits to head for the entrance. "Yeah, yeah. I will say this: I had a great time with them."

"You say this about everyone who opens their legs for you."

Gojo sucks his teeth. "Well, this one really had me enjoying myself from start to finish. They were fun to be around. Shit, they even made me drink alcohol."

"Really? And you didn't barf on the spot?"

"Fuck off, Suguru." The one from the phone line — now named Suguru — chuckled at the curse thrown his way. Gojo walks out to the parking lot and enters his car. The phone call is transferred to the car's Bluetooth when the engine starts. "I don't know...They were just great to be around, ya know? Haven't had that in a while."

Suguru hums, vibrating the car with the bass systems. "Think you wanna hang with them again?"

"Mmmmm, I'd like to."

The one on the phone chuckles. "Well, don't get to whipped. Especially since you promised to be at Shoko's beach house this month, we don't want you canceling on us again because someone scheduled you for a dick appointment."

Gojo smirks at the comment. "Yeah, I won't. You'll see me." A few seconds of silence follow through until Suguru asks another question to his friend.

"So? How was the sex this time around?"

With a twinge to his lips, Gojo snickers to himself from reminiscing about the events of last night.

"Man, let me tell you..."

i love alice in borderland so much

MATCHING PIERCINGS WITH HOBIE !

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + a pinch of suggestive content

→ A/N: I did write this with a chubby reader in mind but anyone can read tbh

— you two would have matching jewelry but piercings not in the same place, get what I’m sayin?

— like hobie has his double eyebrow piercing while you have your cartilage piercing to match. to make it better, he switch out his eyebrow jewelry for whatever color you’re wearing on your cartilage piercing !

— for his nose piercing, you would match with a nose piercing and belly piercing as well. hobie convinced you to get a belly piercing first, the thoughts of your piercing jingle as you walk by made his face heat up and think of…other things

— for your belly piercing, he would try to match the color. if you’re wearing a pink butterfly charm, he would switch out his regular hoop for a pink stud. if you’re wearing a snake on your belly, he would place a snake hoop on his nose, he favors the snake on him more

— as for nose piercings, the both of you are quite basic to be honest. it’s usually your regular gold hoop and his silver hoop or your studs, y’all don’t do much with y’all nose. hobie prefers matching with your belly instead

— during outings with hobie, the both of y’all will gladly flash y’all jewelry to the camera, y’all don’t care! hobie will have the most shit eating grin while he brags to the reporters about y’all new piercings and walks off giving you a small kiss

— during private, quiet times, hobie will play with the charm on your belly or randomly kiss your cartilage. he doesn’t know why but jewelry on you makes your attraction to him skyrocket by ten. he loves staring at you and admiring all the gold and silver pieces placed around your charming face, he thinks you look ethereal

⭑ mia makes a short hcs post ?? shocker 😱

⭑ kinda wanna make a drabble out of this but maybe some other time, my brain is fried from writing so much

⭑ if any of my moots or any blog wanna make a nsfw version of this, be my guest ! just make sure to give me credit <3

⭑ oh to have hobie kiss all my piercings <33

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Luke 6:35

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

➔﹒Tutor with benefits..? ♡⤸

Pairing/trope — Nerd! Armin x Fem! Reader. (Fwb) —⁠☆

Synopsis — Late night Italian lessons with Armin always manage to turn into something steamy, thank goodness you've seem to retain the information, otherwise you wouldn't understand his sweet whispers.

Cw— Porn without plot! (Mdni), Reader has stretch marks, Reader has a tattoo on her back, backshots, daddy kink, Italian! Armin + he speaks in Italian, profanity, cocky Armin, slight ass play, this mf just loves your ass okay + aftercare somewhat.

Word count 968 + 13 paragraphs.

creds —⁠☆ @/cafekitsune

Thinking about Nerd! Armin, giving you deep back shots late at night in his dorm. Your rose manicured nails dug into his off-white, now ruffled sheets as your loose, rich gold bracelet fell onto it. "Armin, baby, it's so big I can't—" you cried out, alternating between begging Armin for more and whining about how huge he is.

"Yeah? I know you, can take it, mia bella." Armin cooed, praising you, while rubbing the skin of the butterfly tattoo you have on your back, matching perfectly with your gorgeous arch. Shivers trickled down your spine at the feeling of his bitterly cold silver watch contrasting against your warm oven-baked skin as Armin's right hand caressed your waist, swiftly slamming his dick into your hypnotizing velvet pussy, which has you screaming his name into the pillows.

Armin stared at your butt decorated with hot pink lacey panties that were pushed to the side. He gave a sly grin to what he was about to do before he slipped a thumb into your ass, chuckling at how loud you squealed "Armin!", To him, it sounded like angelic screams. He was thirsty to make you cum again, something about you leaving a mess on his dick made him go wild.

He knew you were close by the way your moans began to grow deafening, piercing through his soul. The way your warmth hugged his dick so tight while his skin slapped against yours as he pounded into your greedy cunt, creating ocean waves of ripples on your ass, unable to help but whimper when Armin gave into his urges of smacking the fat of your ass, giggling at how it caused your ass to jiggle more, leaving him to smack it continuously to his surprise, awakening something inside him.

"Fuck— daddy..." You slipped out, dragging on your words, as your mind turned into mush from the fast, deep strokes you took from your tutor. Neither of you cared how long you've been going at it— hours upon hours now—you both just wanted an excuse to feel each other's bodies, and at this point not even super glue could unstick the two of you.

"Say that again, angel." Armin demanded in a low, lustful tone his glasses sealed with fogginess, bordering at the tip of his nose, as he spanked your ass repeatedly like a brand new drum given and personalized especially for him. His left hand pushed your back even further into the mattress, awaiting a response back.

You gasped for air breathlessly as Armin's cock sat snugly far into your body's sweet spots each moment, making it harder for you to contain yourself, allowing another sob to break past your lips "Ngh, daddyyy..." You didn't mind what Armin's orders were; as long as you were absolutely full of his dick, you'd succumb to any commands he threw at you.

Armin let you rock back against him, grinding your skin into his, observing as you took control for a brisk minute. "That's it, baby," he heaved, his chest rapidly rising up and down like the yellow morning sun while his pillowy fingertips began to trace over your gorgeous stretch marks, finding true ethereal beauty in your natural body. "Così carina." Armin's words kissed your skin, making you sweep out a soft, weak smile into the wrinkled sheets.

So much in awe how much cream your heated pussy left on his dick he was desperate for more of it. Making you cum was like a badge of honor to him that he wore with an exceedingly stupendous amount of pride. Armin hammered into you powerfully enough to send you over the edge; his tip brushed against your cervix, forcing you to go limp arms too unstable to hold yourself up any longer, leaving your hands busy to clutching the sheets as if they were trying to escape from you.

Your orgasm hit you like a harsh solid, boulder as overwhelming pleasure washed over your body like exhilarated ocean waves eager to catch the sand as your legs shook vigorously as if it were an unstable bridge. Streams of curses fell out the edge of your lips. "Shit, shit, shit, 'Min please, I'm gonna cum, I'm coming...!!"

A flirty, devilish smile graced Armin's lips as he opened his mouth, letting his silky voice fuel your orgasm "Cum sulla mia cazzo, cosa dolce." He erotically insisted in between shaky breaths; thankfully, those Italian lessons with Armin became very useful at the moment, because you did exactly as told, whimpering as you left a thick ring of gooey white cream at the base of his shaft "God, Y/n you came so much. I make you feel so good, huh?" He questioned you, his mind completely fuzzy with cockiness.

"Mhm, you fuck me so well, 'min...!" Your words softly chimed back at him, telling him what you wanted and needed him to hear, biting your lip while you felt Armin's dick twitch inside you after some more thrusts chasing his own orgasm. "Cum in me, Armin; I'm on the pill, darling." You happily encouraged delighted to be bred by him. Nobody had to tell Armin twice as he instantly released every last drop of cum he had into your pussy, enough to make you full, pulling out to watch both of your fluids mix together ooze out of your sore hole.

Nerd! Armin, who splashes you with all the compliments in the world, painting every square and inch of your skin with a swarm of kisses as your loving smile hugged his heart, making the dull room colorful. He wrapped his arms around your skin, cuddling with you until you were ready to get cleaned up. Although the two of you were just friends, Armin still made an effort to make you feel loved, even after sex.

Italian translations below...

Mia bella → my beautiful.

Così carina → so pretty.

Cum sulla cazzo, cosa dolce. → Cum on my cock, sweet thing.

(I tried my best to make sure these are accurate, still if you are Italian or fluent, please lmk if these are inaccurate. I'd be happy to correct it!)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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Learn Italian with Armin..?

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VERSACE ON THE FLOOR

pairing: model! benimaru x model! black reader genre: smut, fluff content: beni and reader are models under the same company, reader hates beni and beni finds it funny, teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare, mentions of drinking a/n: sorry for being gone for a while, i was handling college stuff!

model! benimaru whom you hated with a passion. hated the way he gained a lot of attention from others with just breathing. he knew his looks had too much power, but he uses it to get whatever he wants from the company. whether it'd be a day off, an expensive item, or even a break that is longer than his usual time, he gets it. you hated it, hated it so damn much. like, sure you get what you want, but you're different with it

model! benimaru who you had to do a shoot with for versace. versace being one of your favorite brands, you were excited to do this shoot, but not with beni. oh no no NO. but, as the two top models in your agency, it was perfect for you two to be in the shoot together. but for some reason, beni was a lot toleratable than usual for this shoot. even when he was smirking at your annoyance in the beginning, it didn't bother you as much as he used to. you felt, weird inside. maybe it's the air.

model! benimaru who you have grown closer to after that versace shoot. you actually had forgotten that you hated this guy, but turns out you have some things in common. you had also found out that he never even hated you, but more saw how fun it was for him to tease you. you never thought that you would ever be finding yourself building a close bond with beni, especially your history with him. maybe you realizing that this "beef" was one-sided was the ticket to this.

model! benimaru who invited you over to his penthouse for a drink. you accepted not thinking too much of it. it was just drinks right? just wine (hennessy and sake on beni's part of course) between two people who are horny adults who have had a lot of tension between them since they have laid eyes on each other, nothing was going to happen, you were sure of it. (no you weren't)

model! benimaru who you had too many drinks with. having too much wine, hennessy for beni, it was a mess. you both were both in his kitchen, listening to r&b music, while slowly dancing with each other. with boldness, you pulled him closer to your body. you felt like a kitten in heat when he was close to you. beni felt the same way. the way you looked so gorgeous to him, when all you worse was a shorts bra and some versace shorts. the way your hair suited you perfectfully. god, he needed you as much as you needed him

model! benimaru who had you arching your back from the bed because of the way he was pleasuring you with his tongue. with both of yall's clothes on the floor. holding your legs open while they were struggling to be kept open. making vibrations on your clit by humming as a reaction to you pulling on his hair because of how his tongue was treating you. his fingers then came into contact with your entrance, rubbing it, with a mixture of it being soft yet rough. he inserts two of his fingers inside of you while keeping his tongue inside of you. you can feel yourself letting go at that moment. cumming all over his fingers and tongue.

model! benimaru who ran a bath for the two of you afterwards. washing you up with a nice washcloth, getting every part of your body and giving you messages on your shoulders, your back, your neck, making every part that felt sore, feel much better with the work of his hands.

model! benimaru who cuddles you with care in his arms after the bath, while whispering small praises to you as you begin to fall asleep with the thought of how things would've been different if it wasn't for that versace shoot.

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Let’s reverse the roles.. fem plug!reader.

Fem plug reader x eren Yeager

tw: fluff fluff, I don’t know SHIT about weed here, nerd!eren here, reader and eren are in their 20s, in the hc format,

tags— @theemrsjaeger @neptunes1nterweb @honeybleed

Fem plug!reader who’s only a plug just so she can find a way to always have ends meets and take care of her 11 year old baby sister. Ever since her mother abandoned them she had the soul responsibility of taking care of her sister on her own.

Fem plug!reader who tries to keep to herself when it comes to actually being a plug. Being one of the rare female plugs she had to face misogyny sometimes from male clients so she liked to show she’s about straight business.

Fem plug!reader who met Eren through her usual customer onyankopon. He was a chill customers of her she sometimes kicked it back with in his crib. When she was just coming to give Onyakopon the front door she knocked on was opened up to a 6 foot pretty boy in a grey jacket with brunette hair and square black glasses on his face.

He noticed her staring him down and bashfully checked her out also. From her top she had a white tank top on with a opened up pink jacket on and down to her bottoms she had black Nike shorts on and light grey slippers. He snapped out his stare when she raised a brow at him.

He nervously chuckled looking at her and scratched his head.”Ah you must be the dealer or whatever! You can just hand me the uh cannabis I guess?” The way she giggled at that made a faint blush appear on his cheeks as he turned his head and put his hands into his jackets pockets until onyankopon came over chuckling and put a hand on his shoulder.”i see you met my pretty plug. Sorry if this one gave you a stink eye ren, she just has a resting bitch face.” He joked making her laugh in response, they could just make jokes like this with one another.

onyankopon then cleared his throat.”why don’t you come in yeah? I’m gonna be showing my boy ren here how to smoke for his first time. Would be nice to have the plug herself see it.” y/n chuckled.”sure why not, my sister’s staying at her little friends house so I got free time.” Y/n then took her way to brush between onyankopon and eren causing an obvious effect on eren.

Onyankopon just chuckled and patted Eren’s back.”calm down there yeah? Getting red in the face like a virgin at my dealer before you even have your first smoke sesh.” He then walked off behind y/n making eren gulp and squeeze his brim of his nose with his two fingers.

Fem plug!reader who had eren so nervous when putting his lips to the blunt. The way she sat next to Onyankopon on a opposite bed to the one he sat on looking at him with smiling two toned lips looking at him made him nearly sweat. He took the first hit and exhaled coughing making onyankopon chuckle and sigh and y/n grinned also.

“Damn your boy sucks shit at smoking Ony.” Eren just coughed and nervously laughed putting the blunt on the square plastic ashtray.”uh sorry I guess.. just never done this type of thing before in my 23 years of living y’know?”

y/n giggled at that more and nodded getting his perspective. He was so cute and joyous to her.”Mm i get that.. you’re like a cute little college boy. I could definitely teach you some things about smoking though..”

Onyankopon saw they were chatting it up and took his chance to take a quiet leave to the bathroom. They both were alone now in this room and y/n moved to sit next to Eren making him more nervous than he was minutes ago. Eren took the key to start speaking first and cleared his throat.”Ah uh.. what could you teach me about smoking?” He heard her giggle again. He didn’t understand how a drug dealer could have such a nice giggle like that.

“Well I could teach you some things if you’re willing to come visit my house sometimes.” She pulled out her phone.”if you’re interested in being a client of course, don’t want any weird shit.” Eren nearly broke out in a grin. He couldn’t believe a pretty girl like her was giving him a gateway to her number.

He eagerly pulled his phone out himself.”I would love that! do you uh wanna exchange phone numbers maybe?” She smiled at how eager he was and pulled her phone out, exchanging numbers with him.

Fem plug!reader who surprised eren with how pretty her room was. It wasn’t over the top but he had this mindset that since she was a plug she wouldn’t think of tidying her room up ever. As he sat on her soft bed he was in awe making y/n chuckle and shake her head.”you gonna keep feeling on my pillows and comforter or you wanna learn how to smoke?”

That made eren jump a little but nodded as y/n sat next to him with her legs criss cross and some grabba and papers in her hands and looked at eren.”you ready to smoke or what?” He gulped and nodded.

Fem plug!reader who after teaching eren how to properly smoke she started have some more smoking sessions with him and slowly opening up more to him. More about how her deadbeat mother was and how tough it was to take care of her baby sister on her own.

Fem plug!reader who had eren at her house more as a regular. On some nights he would babysit her sister sometimes on days he was free from studies then when it came 11PM he would stay cozied up in bed with y/n, like friends do.

Fem plug!reader who had eren feeling jealous sometimes when he saw how friendly and cozy she was with onyankopon. He knew he didn’t have any kind of right to be jealous but he couldn’t help it, seeing how she clung onto his arm made his brows furrow.

When they were both alone he took the chance to question her about her and ony’s relationship.”so uh.. you and onyankopon are close? Like close close right?” She chuckled again getting what he was trying to say, it was cute honestly.

“Mm why you jealous Ren?” She teased him making him blush and rub his head. She giggled, everytime she teased him his cheeks got so pink.”me and ony are just good friends eren, he was my first client. You worried he’s gonna steal me away?” She teased again.

Fem plug!reader who had her fair share of being jealous also. Sometimes when she was picking up eren from his classes and saw some girls just giggling and jokingly teasing him she felt a sting of jealousy and pettiness.

When eren came in the passenger seat sitting next to her he was very aware of her jealousy, even when she put up some cute tough act pouting and turning her engine on. It was his turn to tease.”sad I got other friends than you or something?” That made her gasp as she tried hiding her smile and hit his shoulder.

Eren who picked up a few lines to use or as Onyankopon would say,”rizz” y/n up. They were very corny lines still but they made her giggle.

He used every line he learned from his college boy friends and used them on her making her smile and laugh saying,”that’s real cute babes.”

Fem plug!reader who acted almost like a girlfriend to him and he acted like a boyfriend in return without the two noticing. Eren didn’t even peep how he himself was spending weeks at her house with y/n and her baby sister.

He and y/n nearly had a routine together, on mornings eren would be up early in the morning making some basic waffles and bacon for y/n and her baby sister. Then when she dropped her sister off to school they would spend the afternoon having a smoke session while watching some sitcoms like the Office and Arrested Development and then when night comes they spend the day with her sister.

Fem plug!reader who in a high haze shared a kiss with a just as high eren. She didn’t even notice how smoothly she sat in his lap with the blunt they shared between her acrylics. But from her view eren just looked so cute, his glasses were inside his hair and his green hazel eyes tinted red with a nervous smile on his lips. He had both hands on her thighs, he didn’t know if it was right to do but he kept his hands there.

“You’re so adorable y’know?” She held one side of his face with her free hand.”don’t know how you think girls aren’t attracted to you..” she gave him a slow kiss making his cheeks light up.”because I am.”

Fem plug!reader and eren who would be more playful and flirty after their shared kiss and it was telling to onyankopon and eren’s friends something was definitely going on. With the way y/n would wrap her arms around him or give him a glossy kiss on the cheek while handing him a small baggie of weed into his hand. Eren chuckles in response.”thanks y/n.” And he gets a “You’re welcome baby” making onyankopon raise his brows.

Onyankopon, Jean and armin end up questioning if he’s actually messing with her in secret. Eren of course just scoffed denying.”you guys are craaazy! What? No! Me and y/n are Just good friends.” It obviously wasn’t believable to them.

They found out sooner or later because of how dumb eren was, he posted everything on his Instagram so it was easy to just piece everything together. When eren posted himself with a pink robe that obviously didn’t belong to him sitting on a pink bed and hamper with cheetah print bra and panties hanging off of it that was familiar to onyankopon it all clicked for the 3 sneaky men.

When they found out they confronted him when they were having a smoke session. Onyankopon patted his back as he looked at him and laughed.”you’re so sly you know that?” Eren just looked at him with a dumbfounded look and Onyakopon scoffed.”don’t play dumb, I know you been messing around with y/n.”

eren nearly choked on his own spit hearing that as ony took a drag of the shared blunt once it was passed to him.”aha.. how’d ya even find out?” Jean let out a boisterous laugh at what he said.”you’re barely even secretive with the shit you do man.”

Eren side eyed Jean.”shut up you damn horse.. I thought I was being secretive! I even tried hiding and closing up on my face in photos to hide I was at her home!” Armin let’s out a soft chuckle also.”you were wearing her pink robe and her bra was hanging out her hamper in the background. Not very secretive Ren..” armin shook his head, eren wasn’t the smart one when it comes to girls despite being a nerd.

Eren just scratched his chuckling.”secrets out I guess..”

Eren who had been getting bolder and bolder with Fem plug!reader. She made him feel more comfortable to be much more out there with what he wanted to say so he found himself doing some pda in public with her. Now that their whole secret about them being in a somewhat fwb relationship got leaked to his friends he wasn’t shy with his affection.

It was to the dismay of his friends though when they were witness to y/n putting her legs on his lap across the couch they both sat on making y/n giggle and Connie and onyankopon groan.”hope I never grow to be that lovey Dovey..” Connie shook his head, ‘friends with benefits my ass..’

Fem plug!reader who found herself blushing at the smallest things he does and the big grand gestures also. When y/n groans and whines in bed about her needing ego waffles in her fridge for her sister before school starts he gives a simple kiss on her neck and heads out to get waffles.

Fem plug!reader who bragged and gloated about eren so much to onyankopon. It made Onyakopon smile how much she’s opened up since meeting eren, it was like she made a best friend and boyfriend. It just made him frown how they were just friends with benefits because of a wall y/n built up.

“Oh he got me these jewelry boxes also! These pink boxes and—“ ony chuckled hearing how excited she would talk about him.”why don’t you and ren just date already? Talk about the nigga like he’s your boyfriend.”

That gagged her a bit and made her sit up. as nice as it would be to be official with him she couldn’t see herself dating him yet, she was always too busy and felt like she could hurt him.”Mm.. I’m comfortable with where I’m at with him right now.”

Fem plug!reader who found it being difficult to fight against their friends with benefits relationship. The way he would kiss and suck on her neck while holding her hips in her kitchen made her feel something more than lust when she had to kick him away when her sister came in.

Fem plug!reader who matched eren perfectly whenever she went to him to college parties when she was free. No college boys even flirted or played around with her with how she hugged onto his arm, they both complimented one another so well.

Eren who had enough of them both just playing a game and pretending to be friends and confronted her about his feelings at her house. He cornered her in the kitchen one day as she sat against her counter and let her know.”I’m tired of playing pretend, aren’t you? Just acting like we don’t have something more..”

She gasped as she sat on the corner counter surprised and gagged at his behavior. She guessed her personality had rubbed off on him with how confrontational he was being.”ren, you know we can’t I’m too..”

Eren made a pout at that.”please.. I don’t care whatever problem you have. Just give me a try with you.” That made her smile, maybe she’ll give him and her a try.

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SECURITY GUARD!GETOU x BLACK FEM!POPSTAR

Getou Suguru x black fem reader

tw: mostly hcs,fluff, small suggestiveness, friends to lovers(kinda)

tags- @neptunes1nterweb @theemrsjaeger

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s a bartender turned security guard for the new known famous Pink Spice other known as y/n l/n to close friends and family. He was hired by her manager and a long time friend of his Nanami Kento.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s always in her bedroom making sure she gets up early for her chicken shop interview. When she’s being whiney he himself gets her together.

He first flips the covers off her face making her groan at the sunlight coming from her window.”Cmon pink princess, gotta get up for this interview or else Kento will have both of our asses for missing this.” You just whine in response.”nooo it’s too early.. don’t wanna!” That makes him sigh and grab a rubber band to tie his black hair up into a bun and grabs you up into his arms.”you gonna make me get you ready or something?” She just tiredly whines and nods

Getou chuckles walking to the bathroom and literally undresses you making you get in the bath, he’s unfazed by even seeing your naked body since he’s seen it before in another circumstance.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s always being mentioned in your interviews somehow by the interviewer. The interviewer always tries getting her to elude and dig up a more private relationship that she and Getou have and they would be right but y/n’s not yapping, she’ll hint at it though jokingly.

“Oh why you gotta bring up my bodyguard? That’s just my friend y’all, we just cuddle ‘n stuff!” she says in a joking tone, the interviewer picks up on it laughing but continuing.”oh but we as the people need to know pink spice, do you just cuddle and snuggle is there more? Wink wink!”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who’s so use to having Getou around her she gets lonely when she’s at any function with him, which makes her girlfriends around her sigh when they see her on FaceTime with Getou.

When Getou saw you’re pouty face in the camera he sighed chuckling.”what seems to be the problem pretty princess?” He heard a giggle from one of her girls as she came into the camera.”oh she just sad because you ain’t here! Spoiled ass!”that made her pout her glossy lips.”I ain’t spoiled and—hey! Is Satoru there?” A whine erupted from her seeing Satoru pop some champagne.”Ohhh I don’t even wanna be hereee if you and Satoru are having whatever funnn!”

her friend sighed as Satoru and Getou laughed. He knew when y/n told him she wanted alone time at this party she wouldn’t be able to even survive at that party without him around and so did her friend sadly.”tell ya what,I’ll just get Satoru to come pick ya up how about that?” He sees how her bambi eyes light up at that knowing she got her way.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who’s has compilations of her and Getou’s “ship moments” on YouTube. The main moments that are always in these compilations are when she gives him a platonic kisses on the cheeks and Getou jokingly slapped her ass making her laugh. She of course is always sees these but never says a word about them.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who always pops up to parties with her arm in Getou’s. She doesn’t really date men a lot so she always gets the excuse to bring Getou to parties she’s invited to. At these parties Getou still takes his job seriously even when she wants him to let loose sometimes he’ll just sit on a couch and watch her because it’s well, his job.

When y/n is having fun just dancing and playfully twerking on her best friends he’s right close by on the couch watching. When a random weirdo tries getting behind her he’s quick on his feet to push the man away.”Stay away from pink spice yeah buddy?”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who has Getou help her pick out outfits sometimes before he takes her out for the simplest thing ever. She could be going out to literally buy groceries but her extravagant ass will ask him if she should put on a pink tracksuit or blue tracksuit. He of course understands her even if this is dramatic. When he chooses a pink tracksuit for her that fits her curves he makes her do a little spin.”alright, now you’re ready to go out.”

Now 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 didn’t have a big ego but he truly believes he’s the only man for y/n. even if he’s just a humble guard for her security when she’s out and about. He always gets called y/n’s boy best friend by Gojo but he very much thinks he better than just some male bestie. Getou doesn’t realize how much he’s in love with her until one night he’s hanging with Satoru in his apartment.

The two boys were sharing a 4 pack bud light pack of beers as a recorded performance of y/n’s performances of her hit song was on the Tv playing from YouTube.”Ah y’know I never peeped how much of a beauty y/n is sugu.” Suguru lightly nodded his head in agreement. Maybe it was his buzzed mind but his cheeks were slightly pink watching the Tv. Some memories flooded watching it, he remembered the exact polyester satin mini dress she wore and open toed pink heels she wore with it. He could even recount the way he spun her around seeing how beautiful she looked in the dress and heels.

Gojo took notice of the way he started took squeeze the beer can and the small breathing noise he made as he began to respond.”she is.. quite the beauty. Gotta thank Kento for managing her wardrobe, that girl would be lost without him..”

gojo grinned.”you’re such a truthful guy and such a bad liar Suguru.” Getou raised his brow.”Oh you know what I mean you bastard, you got a thing for y/n.”getou chuckled.”finally figured me out huh?” Gojo just sipped the last sip of his beer.”man.. nearly everyone has figured out you like the girl even her girly little friend group, nanamin probably knows too y’know! God you’re helpless suguru.”he grinned at the end of his sentence slapping getou on the back.

Getou chuckled under his breath.”sooner or later, youre gonna have to tell her your true feelings. y/n’s a girl making big moves lately, she’s getting more popular. Attracting the eyes of men..” gojo noticed how Getou’s eyes furrowed at that.”tell her or some other man will snatch her up Suguru.”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who finds herself slowly questioning her and Getou’s relationship. She always called her and Getou’s relationship a friendship but some friends don’t do the things they do. She even live tweeted in a deleted tweet saying.”do y’all kiss your friends or nah?”and even asked her girl gc too and they just gave her the good ol.”just fuck him girl” answer.

As she sat on Getou’s bed kicking her feet while he looked at her own schedule for tomorrow, perhaps thinking of how he’ll be guiding her through all the places he’s guarding her. Out of the blue she decided to shoot the question pondering on her mind.”Sugu, what are we?”

When she asked that he choked a bit clenching the schedule in his hands as she continued on.”I mean, we’re almost like a damn couple Suguru and you’re almost like my boyfriend always looking out for me and liking my outfits so..”

Getou’s full attention was on her now as he dropped the paper and sat next to her on his bed. He honestly thought he would be the one to first confess but it was obvious this feeling had been building up inside y/n way more. He notes the way she rubbed her own arm every few second and how her heels tapped the floor and let out a soft chuckle. Her mind was mentally screaming ‘please ask me out please ask me out!’

Getou grinned.”So what? You asking me out? Aren’t I suppose to be the man asking you, the woman out as your humble bodyguard.” Her eyes lit up when he confessed back in a snarky way. Inside her little brain she could jump in joy but she stayed relaxed.”so we’re dating huh? Just like that?”

He nodded in response, this confession was confusing for the two of them.”guess so.. we could keep this shit a secret because of your dear Manager Kento, he would have a fit if he got word that his Popstar is dating a Security guard.” Y/n agreed.

But of course, being the people they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 and 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 were so shit at keeping their relationship a secret they ended up just saying fuck it and make it public much to her fans surprise and happiness.

In a matter of mere months there’s some Instagram live moments where Getou is shown in her live more being much more affectionate with her. There’s time where she’s just sitting and talking on her bed and he’ll interrupt being so loving and passionate kissing her and the fans just eat it up in the live comment section.

And since they’re finally dating now he has the excuse of being much more possessive with her at clubs he guarded her too also so everything was much good.

Nanami wasn’t very happy with it, but he’ll just except it.

Racing Back To Your Heart.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Black Reader.

Summary: It had been a hot minute since you consistently attended a street race, not since your messy and quite public break-up with Grimmjow. You had avoided for months, knowing it would just reopen the wound that part particular heartbreak, but after your bestie Tier Harribel got in, you felt like you had to start going again, if only to support her. It was a different circuit too, one that he never raced in, so chances of bumping into him were low.

You should have known better though, because guess who turned up to the race, an allegedly changed man, ready to get back together and work on an even better relationship. You never even wanted him to change himself, you just wanted him to be more emotionally available and find better, healthier ways of expressing his emotions. It took you seeing that he had truly changed and gotten better, and maybe now he could race his way into your heart again.

Please note: NSFW, Under 19 DNI, backshots, reader is black and has a big ass afro, lovers to exes to lovers again, they fuck on his bike, and then on his bed, oral (m and f receiving) unprotected sex, dirty talk, cream pie, biting, marking, degradation + praise combo, fingering, squirting, flirting, deep kisses, orgasm denial.

A/N: Kind of caught up with my updates and I needed some good thirst to fill in the time lest all my multichaptered fics end up in queue LMFAO. ALSO, Bleach is back soon and I need to prepare all of us for the Grimmjow thirst that awaits.

WC: 8.9k words

Squad: @enchantedforest-network

"No." The words left your mouth before she could even ask the question.

The she in question, your best friend Anita simply giggled a little awkwardly, scratching the back of her head in near defeat at your resounding refusal. "Come on, I haven't even asked the question yet."

"And the answer is still no."

It had been a long day at work today, doing a lot of administrative tasks as opposed to the actual mechanical fixing of cars and bikes you loved so much, and your brain was absolutely fried to say the least. You just wanted to go home and pass out by the end of it, but Anita called you and asked to hang out. You hadn't seen her, or a good number of your friends for a long time, so you felt guilty about saying no.

So you decided to meet her at a cute cafe that you loved that sold the most sugary, decadent pastries, and you were happily munching into your caramel slice and drinking your coffee when she got that look on her face that told you she wanted to ask you something that could potentially be detrimental to your wellbeing.

Okay 'detrimental to your wellbeing' was a little bit of an exaggeration, but it was one of those questions where the chances of you saying no were pretty high. And this time you were pretty sure it had to do something with the street racing circuit you were desperately trying to avoid.

"Well you could at least go for Harribel."

You paused, as if you were a badly animated character stuck in frame. It took far longer than you would have liked to process what Anita had just said. Go for Harribel? Where would you be going for Harribel?! What on earth was happening to her that you had to go somewhere?!

You swallowed your bite of your pastry, your mouth feeling uncharacteristically dry. "Some elaboration would be nice, you know."

There was a massive underground racing circuit in your region, with your particular city having one of the most diverse, active and competitive circuits of them all. People travelled across cities and borders to come and try their hand at winning the prize money, but it was usually very hard to qualify into the main race, simply because of the competitors involved, competitors who had been training for years, some even decades. For the most part it was illegal, but there was a smaller, more curated legal circuit that the organizers hid behind for all the fun stuff in the evenings. Fun, adult stuff.

Unfortunately, with unregulated adult hobbies that involved a lot of money of dubiously legal origin, there were a lot of equally dubiously legal deals, particularly involving drugs, sometimes sex, mostly both, and with those came its very close cousin: violence. Luckily there were ambulances and paramedics provided by the local council (they tolerated the circuits because it did, in fact, circulate a lot of currency locally), and usually incidents of violence didn't escalate beyond unruly brawls, lightly bleeding noses and the occasional busted lip.

As a mechanic it would make sense of you were interested in that neck of the woods, but at first you were very apprehensive of the social ramifications to your business. Like every industry this one was deceptively small, and one wrong word to the wrong person would cause your entire business to go bankrupt in six months or even less.

Enter Grimmjow.

Considering your clientele, he was the last kind of person you'd expect to patronise you. However, your reputation and expertise did precede you, so it probably made sense that he'd hear of you in due time. You remembered the very first time you saw him, popping your head up from fiddling with the very cute, very yellow bike before you, and being assaulted with an electric blue head of hair, unruly, distinctive. Your interest was piqued, and you decided to have a closer look for yourself, this dude that was causing whispers between your mechanics and such a peculiar colour of hair.

The first thing you noticed was the resting bitch face, handsome and smooth, accentuated by the half-lidded eyes, sharp nose, high cheekbones and lips turned downwards into a light frown. His jawline was probably crafted by the gods themselves, and his muscular form was not helping the rapidly inappropriate thoughts that were forming themselves in your mind. He had on a casual dress shirt, top couple of buttons open, giving a good peek of the tattoos on his chest, fitting khaki pants and classic chuck norris shoes, laces undone. He was pocketing, standing taller than most of the other people in the reception, and you decided, at that very moment that you'd make yourself available when it was his turn to be attended to.

"Good morning," you greeted him brightly, removing the gloves you used for work and wiping your hands with some wet wipes. "What can I do for you today?"

The smirk on his face was instantaneous, the curve upwards combined with the slight narrowing of his eyes - eyes that had no qualms of running up and down your entire form, feeling like he had stripped you bare and was reading your bare skin for every last reaction to him in real time - had you pausing for a split second, before you took the opportunity to turn away and throw the wipe you'd used, also take the chance to take a deep breath and get your mind back to order.

"Hello." His voice was comfortably in the baritone range, smooth, confident with a large hint of mischief. You swallowed, and you noticed that sharp, observant blue gaze drop to your lips, your throat and then back to your eyes. "I was looking for Cassidy, the owner of this garage. I take it you're her. I have a proposition for you."

And that was how your friendship begun. Predictably, his proposition was that you be one of the major mechanics of the local circuit. It would increase your client base, and would give you a good avenue to prcatice your craft for yourself and your mechanics, meet other service providers, suppliers and business you can collaborate with. It was a very good and interesting opportunity, but you were quick to share your misgivings about your own clientele. Grimmjow shrugged, seemingly very blasé, as if your issue had been exaggerated greatly.

"You'd be very surprised at the 'upright and upstanding members of society' you'd meet in street racing circuits. I can guarantee you right now about fifty percent of people that bring their nice and shiny cars and bikes here for you to maintain and repair are involved in street racing, and them seeing you there will probably drive business for you. After all, a mechanic that's trusted enough to fix a street racer's main source of income must be exceptional, because one thing about us is that we are very particular about our vehicles."

He sounded very brash, very rough around the edges, but you could tell this was someone who knew exactly what he was talking about. At the time you had no idea how many times he had won his races, how many championships he had under his belt, how up to that time (and even up to this moment) he had never lost in any tournament he had participated in, this man was more cunning and analytical than he looked, and he knew his appearance would have many dismiss him as not being as smart as he should be, and he would be more than ready to use that to his advantage.

You remembered the heat that manifested in your stomach when he looked at you, right through you as he popped open a can of energy drink. You remembered the confidence he exuded waiting for you to say yes, and though he was right, you thought it would be appropriate to make him sweat a little for it.

"And what's in it for you?" You asked him, making sure you laced just enough sweetness in your voice with your head tilted lightly to the side. He smacked his lips as he finished up his drink, casually throwing the can in the bin. It was such a normal gesture but there was something so roughly sexy about it you nearly missed his response.

"You get to be the exclusive mechanic of myself and my team, both on and off the tracks."

Your brain broke, and it was then that you remembered all the second hand accounts you'd heard of him and his team, and the disruption and forced adaptability he'd brought regionally, because he was so good, so advanced, always pushing the limits and boundaries of the racing meta, constantly ahead of his time, that whenever he entered the race many already considered it lost, and the competition now shifted to second place and at least one commercial endorsement.

So when he told you that you and your small but quite successful garage and very talented mechanics would work with his team specifically, your answer was an automatic yes. However, that would probably mean a growth of your business you weren't quite sure you were ready for, so you told him you'd sleep on it and get back to him later. Would he mind leaving behind a business card or something like that?

He chuckled, the sound very self-assured and very masculine, before actually removing a business card, flipping it back and scribbling his number at the back in a red pen he'd smoothly picked up from your reception. "The card is cool, but just call me tomorrow. I look forward to hearing your voice in my ear this time."

He turned, not even giving you chance to respond, and you noticed that the smirk was wiped clean off his back and it back to that slight scowl, hopping onto his sleep bike and revving away. For what seemed like fifteen or so minutes you stood there, holding the card in your hand still, staring at the scrawl of his name and his number, still hearing the echo of the Kawasaki engine in your ears. You finally looked down at the card, flipping it over and seeing his full name, his position of his biker team and his official number and email. The official number was different from the one he'd scribbled, and you knew right there and them than he was definitely communicating something to you.

Well, you supposed it was time to apply for that business loan you'd been eyeing the past couple of months.

...

Your mind rushed back to the present, and the question you'd just asked Anita was still echoing in your mind.

"Some elaboration would be nice, you know?" You didn't mean to sound so whiny, but you wanted verbal confirmation from someone you knew, someone you trusted, someone who understood your position in the underground racing circuit ecosystem.

Anita looked at you for a moment, chewing on her croissant slowly. She wiped the side of her mouth with a serviette, sipping her herbal tea and looking at her hands on her lap, as if thinking of how she was going to explain to you what was going on.

"Harribel decided on a whim to join the circuit, same one Grimmjow's in, but she'll be racing a motorbike instead of a car, so she never gets to compete with him. She got him to help her choose the best car and the best mods to get on on it, then recommended you to be her mechanic. She's been a bit scared coming in, because of your history with him, but she still will regardless eventually - tomorrow, I think she confirmed - because she trusts your garage better than anyone else's , just like the rest of us. She was intending to come in at some time when you wouldn't be around, but I suppose that's a moot point now coz I told you. She's gonna kill me, but it'll be a worthy death regardless."

You were silent as well, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers, already feeling the headache coming on from miles away.

The funny things is that what she was saying was very likely true. So Harribel joining the circuit meant that you, personally and physically had to go back to the races. Your garage and your mechanics represented you very well, but you rarely turned up. Not after that fateful day.

You sighed deeply, not quite sure how you should feel about everything. On one side you understood it, but also, the fact that you'd be more or less forced to return to the streets after over a year was something you were really feeling a type of way about, because you honestly were not ready. If you were being very honest with yourself you would never have been ready if it meant avoiding him, so maybe this was the push you needed to get back in there. You loved the street racing scene so much and you missed it horribly, but your own cowardice in refusing to confront your emotional demons was stopping you.

You laughed quietly, a little self-depreciative. "Tell Harribel I'll be waiting for her tomorrow." You left, leaving the tip on the desk because you didn't want to see the look on Anita's face, knowing it would make you cry.

...

You hated that the crying was inevitable at this point.

You got home, took a shower, made yourself some indulgent hot chocolate and a delicious chicken and ranch sandwich (toasted, of course) and put on your favourite animated series and started watching them. You were trying to postpone your feelings, postpone your tears, but your emotional ass was not having it. At least it all had the decency to allow you to finish your comfort food, clean up and go through at least four episodes before it got too much.

It was funny, the last time you sat on your couch with a house t-shit sobbing your eyeballs out into a horrible, dehydrated headache was two years ago, when you officially ended your relationship. It was one of the worst nights on your life, and it was one you would never, ever want to go through again, but here you were. It was cathartic in a way, since you had never really given yourself a chance to properly and completely go through the motions of that particular break up, and you kept on lying to yourself that you were over it, that you were over him, over Grimmjow, when in reality you weren't.

You never had been, and the way things were looking, you never really wanted to be.

If you were to be candid to yourself, Grimmjow was a great boyfriend. Despite his rough and blunt exterior, he genuinely did care about you, and he showed it in the small, habitual gestures many others never had the privilege to see. It would be him hanging out with you before and after races as you tinkled with the bikes and cars in the garage. It was in the way he'd remove his jacket with a quiet "hold this for me" when he noticed you were cold before he went to cause some mayhem at the races. It would be with how he knew the specific teas you liked, your coffee and milkshake orders, and what toppings you liked on what flavours of ice crimes. It was in him always bringing you something to bit whenever he came to visit, in the memes he dropped, in the random ass texts at random ass hours.

It was in the way he allowed you to cuddle with him, constantly initiating skin to skin contact despite how somewhat averse to physical touch he was. It was in the way he loved how you played with his soft hair, occasionally peering at his very blue roots and thinking about what his family tree would look like. The way he allowed you to wear his clothes, and how you sniffed them every once in a while just to get his distinctive scent of fire and toasted sandalwood stuck in your memory, a scent you could still smell at this very moment.

It was in the way he fucked you, soft, affectionate, but still a little rough, tossing and flipping you around like you weighed nothing. His strokes were something of legends, his snarls of growls of pleasure when he lost himself in you, the number of times you had to run to your gynaecologists to check on your birth control, the number of days you'd be secretly trying to hide your crip walk but how most people that knew you well enough would still be able to see, and how everyone would tease you within your boundaries about how much of a great time you were having.

It was in the way he took time out of his day to spend time with you, watching movies, sharing memes, watching and discussing documentaries, judging people's vehicles and grimacing at those motor shows because most of those clowns barely had any idea of what the fuck they were talking about.

Despite the usual hiccups in a usual relationship, you really did adore the four years you spent with him. However, his biggest flaw was that he had issues with processing and regulation his emotions, and more often than not the outlet was usually other people, especially people who had no business being involved in whatever the hell he was going through at the time. Most of the time it was unintentional, as he's learnt to recognise when he was about to explode and leave, but his outlets were usually quite destructive, which was also not healthy.

Grimmjow had never laid a finger of you in his emotional outbursts, or laid a finger on anyone else for that matter (unless they deserved it) but his behaviour still concerned you, and despite your encouragement of him to seek out professional help - which you also were - he was procrastinating heavily on that, and that, you supposed, was the beginning of the end of your relationship.

In retrospect, he could probably see it coming. He did eventually see a therapist, but it was too late. You were exhausted, especially emotionally, and at the time you thought he only did it to try and salvage the relationship. That was partially true, but he also coincidentally realised he did need help when he blew up on one of his higher performing teammates, and it had to take a monumental effort from you and some mutual friends to do some damage control and convince her to stay.

The splitting headache begun, and you had drunk quite a bit of water in your sad stroll down memory lane. It had been two hours of tears, and you decided it was time for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you needed to prepare for it.

...

There was a light knock on the door, three raps, a pause and then three raps. You grinned widely despite yourself, and the door opened slowly, before an unruly blonde head popped in, bright green eyes behind gorgeous eyelashes and rich, dark and smooth skin became more visible.

"Hello. Can I come in or am I ex communicated?"

You snorted, shoulders heaving in your laughter, genuinely happy at her foolishness right off the bat. She took that as a good sign and walked in, fitted in full rising gear, helmet hanging off her forearm. You stood up as she walked towards the desk, watching her put the helmet on your desk as you wrapped your arms around each other in a warm embrace.

"Hello Tia my love. It's really been a hot minute. Thank you so much for coming," you mumbled in her shoulders, tightening your grip around her. You stayed like that for a few moments before reluctantly separating.

"I'm so glad to see you're doing well, my darling," he responded, soft smile on her face as she gently massaged your scalp through your afro, like she did back in the day. It felt so good you had to catch yourself from sighing in bliss.

"I should have brought you those cute headbands I saw."

"You can bring them in anytime."

You sat down and over some freshly brewed tea you caught up on what you had both been doing. It seemed both of you had just been doing your respective things, and you felt a little guilty that you hadn't gotten in touch with her to hang out in a while. That was the story of your life the past three or so months it seemed.

"So why did you decide to get into street racing? Enough of your friends are in it so I'm sure it's not attendance," you asked, genuinely curious, but making sure your voice was still light and conversational.

She shrugged, only in that graceful way she could pull off. "Just wanted to challenge myself, see if I could excel in it. As you said, enough of my friends are in it, but it seemed very intriguing."

You nodded, understanding where she was coming from. She also made a point to ask if you, specifically can be her mechanic, both on and off the tracks. "I know there's a risk you'll meet Grimmjow but I've been talking to and hanging out with him since I got interested in street racing and he's definitely doing a lot better. His team says the explosions have been much less frequent and he's much better at telling the people he cares about how much they mean to him. " She paused for a moment, as if measuring her next words, but you found yourself grinning again, because if this was about him you knew the exact words she was about to say.

"I mean, everyone else gets to more or less suffer because he has never given a fuck before and he's not about to start now, but those in his inner circle have been experiencing a healing Grimmjow and as someone that has experienced him myself, it is a fantastic breath of fresh air."

You turned away, your smile turning a little melancholic. You knew what was going to happen though. It was time to make your dear friend win her very first race.

...

Goddamn you had missed this.

You had made it a point to turn up super early today, earlier than you ever had in your career here. You felt like you should come and get a feel of the place again, reacquaint yourself with this venue and remind yourself of all the physical reasons you loved this place and you loved this event. The place itself had never changed, but it was a little messy at the time because there was set up happening: vendors setting up their stalls, mechanics streaming in to set up for their racers, management yelling on occasion about what should go where, electricians checking up on sound and equipment, it was such an amazing sense of deja vu.

As the afternoon went on your mechanics trickled in, and amidst a whole lot of jokes and fresh fruit juice you set up, using the timetable to assign who would be working on whose vehicles today, and then going round and talking (and snarking) at old friends and enemies. The place opened, prompting you all to head to your designations, by the starting and finish lines (you, specifically, was always located on the finish line) and you came to realise that Grimmjow was not racing at all today. You had never been more relived in your life.

"I really hope he makes an appearance today though," one of your mechanics was saying, throwing nervous glances in your direction. "It will probably fuck Cass up a little bit, but maybe just come to see Harribel-san race and then he can leave, you know? It's been almost a month since he last raced. We've kind of missed him and his presence."

You paused for a moment here, in slight disbelief at what you'd had. Grimmjow loved street racing way too much. You couldn't exactly say it was his entire life, but he did dedicate a huge chunk of his time and energy to it. He could never go a single week without attending at least one race. The fact that he hadn't been in one for a month signalled to you that maybe something was a little wrong.

Maybe you wouldn't mind him making an appearance either.

You removed your phone, staring at it for a moment and wondering if you could call him. You hadn't spoken to him in about a year, and though you never deleted his contact, you just never communicated in any way. You wondered if he'd ignore you, but that would mean he somewhat hated you. Grimmjow never bothered interacting with people he never held in high regard, and as messy as your break up was, leaving you both very heartbroken, you doubted he hated you. Maybe hurt, but definitely not hate.

Because if he hated you, you would have known for sure.

You glanced back at your phone, genuinely conflicted at whether to reach out. You took a deep breath, deciding just to send a quick text. You greeted him, asking if he was going to be turning up to Harribels's first race (he'd most likely answer in the affirmative, but he was the one that taught you it was always best to ask, just to be sure) and informing him that would be here. You paused again, thinking of how to sign off, before you remembered Grimmjow was a very straight forward dude. You decided a 'hope to see you here' would suffice, and you added an emoji, just to keep it cute.

You tucked your phone back into your pocket, and went on with your day.

...

He responded about fifteen minutes later.

It took you about five minutes to gather the courage to actually read the text, let alone respond to it, but you wanted to see what he said, to psychologically and emotionally prepare yourself for him when he would most likely inevitably arrive. And, as everyone said, you were very pleasantly surprised.

He greeted you back, informing you that yes he would be coming because he wanted to support Harribel on her first race. He concluded with saying he was looking forward to seeing you too, with an equally cheeky emoji at the end. You stared at the text for far longer than you should. There was an element of warmth from it that you never quite associated with him. The words were textbook him - you could literally hear him say the words in your head as you read it - but you went back to what Harribel had told you back in your office, how he had gotten much better at dealing with and managing his emotions, and how if you were someone that knew him well enough you could clock it almost immediately.

This was probably what she was talking about.

With a slight blush on your face, you went to take your position. Harribel had arrived, and you felt like you needed to talk to her, busy yourself with her bike so that you didn't have to think about how excited you were meeting Grimmjow, despite your past misgivings.

Maybe something good would come out of your meeting.

...

You looked at the yolk yellow motorbike in front of you, proud of how it looked and how it operated. You beamed up at Harribel, gesturing for her to come to you.

"It's finally ready," you said to her, standing next to her, your excitement leaking from your voice. "It's running very smoothly, and it will be able to go for the two trials and the major race, though I'll come over and give it a final check over before your final race."

She turned, kissing you affectionately on the cheek and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. She felt so warm and comfortable around you that you were raising one of your greasy hands to half embrace her back, then you remembered you'd mess her gorgeous yellow and black, fitting rising gear, so you opted to nudge your head in her neck instead.

"Thank you so much. I'm so grateful having you as my mechanic."

"Of course. You're friend. You know I'd do it for you in a heartbeat. I'll do everything in my power to ensure you win."

It was about three hours to the race, and all the competitors and fans were seated. The place was buzzing, and the energy, though electric, was still very relaxed. This was a crowd of regulars, both from a competitor and a fan point of view. You couldn't believe you'd forgotten how enjoyable this was, the order, the scheduling. There was even more than usual patience for the race to start, everyone choosing to mingle and do their recreational drugs of choice, meeting up and catching up and overall enjoying themselves.

You had really been using your grief as an excuse to deny yourself one of your most fundamental joys, and you were slightly disappointed in yourself because of that.

Suddenly, there was a change in the atmosphere, going from relaxed to excited and anticipatory. Heads were turning and whispers were directed in one area, and you knew immediately that it was him. Only one person in this entire industry regionally could so easily pull the attention on him like that without necessarily doing anything.

Both of you turned to the direction of the fracas, and your breath got stuck in your throat when you saw the familiar head of unruly blue hair, and every last breath of air was knocked out of you when you saw him in his full glory.

Physically, he had never changed, except the three strands of hair in front of his eyes seemed to be longer. The hair on his head also seemed to be longer, unrulier, and the way he was dressed in all black had you feeling things you had no business feeling at this point in time. He had on a black dress shirt, first three buttons open and sleeves folded to just under his elbows, fitting on his muscular torso, with a leather belt and an equally black buckle, holding up black khaki pants and black Danner boots.

He looked sexy as sin today and you were very glad you were in charge of Harribel's bike because then you could fully focus on work and not on how you wanted to grip his hair and mark his neck as his hips pistoned in and out of -

"Hey Harribel, Cassidy." His voice still had an effect on you, still resurrecting that hoard of butterflies in your stomach that you never even knew was still there. "How are you doing? It's been a while huh?"

You also needed to talk about the the fact that he was the first one to greet you. That was definitely a new one.

You were still contemplating all these changes you were seeing when he appeared, embracing Harribel warmly as she thanked him so much for his support in turning up and giving her technical knowledge and helping her practice. "I promise I'll win this race just for you," she was saying as they separated and he smirked at her. You were pretty sure everything between your navel and knees clenched.

"You better, coz then how will you buy me breakfast tomorrow?" He joked, sniggering like a six year old before turning to you. "I'm glad you got to make it. Your presence has been missed around these parts."

He stood in front of you, waiting for you to invite him in for a hug. He had never, ever changed but he also had, because he was the only one that had such strong boundaries.

You stood up, wiping your hands off the extra grease and removing your gloves before removing and literally throwing your arms around his neck. Both of you stumbled backwards a little, and from the corner of your eye you noticed Harribel quietly taking her leave, immediately cognizant of the fact you two probably needed a moment. His cologne as usual was his trademark woody preference, but his own distinct scent was mixed well in there, and you subtly took a sniff, tears prickling the sides of your eyes when you felt his own arms wrap around your waist, holding you close against him, guaranteeing that feeling of safety he always gave you.

"I'm so glad to see you," you breathed in his ear, your voice slightly shaky. His arm tightened around you, along with your thighs together. "Sorry I haven't been around lately. I missed you."

He was silent for a bit more, before you both let go of each other. You looked into his eyes, smiling affectionately as you placed your right palm gently on his cheek. "Let's go to the garage so that we can catch up as we cheer for the bestie."

...

You absolutely could not believe you had denied yourself of this fun because you were moping and scared.

Grimmjow (and two of his squad) had agreed to come with you to the garage, and everyone had kind of accepted he was Harribel's coach for all intents and purposes of this race. She had taken first place in both her heats, so she was going to be taking first position for the main race. Both of you were incredibly proud of her, because it seemed like she was really made for this.

You'd done the final check ups on her bike, and she was headed to pole position, while the rest of you in the garage went to take your positions to spectate and cheer for her.

The race went well, and after Harribel won it, the victory lap, her going up to collect her trophy and her duffel bag of her prize money, it was already three in the morning. You decided to make a technical appearance for the after party - you constantly reminded yourself you were doing it for her, celebrating her winning her first ever race - then after that you would excuse yourself and go home to get some sleep. Garage staff that weren't here tonight would be working the next day, and that thought alone was enough to comfort you into a deep sleep that would have you waking up at a questionable hour the next day.

To your very pleasant surprise, the after party turned out to be far more fun than you previously anticipated. It turned out many of the folks that frequented the event were happy yo have you back, and you found yourself getting rather comfortable and snuggly around Grimmjow, hanging out with him and cracking jokes with him and stealing snacks with him.

"I should sign up for the next race, actually. It doesn't have any newbies in it and some people were talking shit. I think I need to remind them about who the fuck they were talking to," he told you as he watched you finish up your fourth cocktail of the night. You were getting far too buzzed for your liking.

You glanced up at him, smirking. "They were talking shit about you of all people despite how many times you've smoked them?"

"Yeah. I think they need to be reminded what defeat tastes like."

"I'll personally come by to play my hand in contributing to said defeat."

You both chuckled, as you marvelled at how easily you both got back into conversation. If you were someone else you'd find it very hard to believe you were exes. What you could believe, however, were the changes everyone was talking about. Of course he still maintained his rough, gruff, exterior, but there was an element of trust you knew first hand he had that he was not scared of showing in public.

It made your heart flutter.

"I think I'm going to call it a night. Or is it a morning at this point?" You mumbled, sneaking a glance out the window to see the yellow-pink-orange colour on the horizon that indicated a sunrise. You yawned, covering your mouth with your palm as you pushed yourself off the counter. "Thank you so much for hanging out with me."

You beamed up at him, and he smirked down at you, your mind deciding it would be a great idea to hug him, to smell him again so that your thoughts could stop going in the direction they currently were.

One minute you were standing on your own, the next you were pulled into a warm, muscular body, strong arm wrapped around you, and it was then you realised Grimmjow had pulled you into a hug. Your mouth felt dry, and you fully blamed the alcohol, and not feelings you thought you'd buried rising back to the surface.

"Allow me to take you home," he suggested, his baritone reverberating against your skin. You nodded in agreement. This was working out way better than you thought, and you hoped it would continue like this.

...

When he dropped you home, you ended up setting a day, time and place for a date.

It was pretty nostalgic, these feelings you were experiencing. It reminded you why you enjoyed dating him so much, because not many people could make you feel this way. The first date you went for was very cute, and that spurred consecutive dates. You never really did anything too nasty, but you noticed the kisses you shared tended to be progressively deeper the more dates you went on.

Which is what led to this moment right here.

He told you he wanted to take you to eat something more unhealthy, which was a habit you had both cultivated when you were dating. He was going to take you for loaded hotdogs and fresh fruit juice, then take you to the very decadent waffles kiosk you loved and still frequented, then you'd go glance at the mood over a small cliff you'd put him on a few months before you ended your relationship. You were swooning by the time he was done talking.

"The weather's been gorgeous the past couple of nights, so dress cute for me, hmm?" he told you, shamelessly running his eyes up and down your form as he headed to your door on the day you were setting up this date. You giggled, a good excuse to hide your blush and blatantly staring at his ass as he turned to open the door.

"Of course, of course. Say less. See you Grimmjow, and take care of yourself." You leaned upwards, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and gently kissing him on the lips. You felt his lean body tense for a moment as he breathed out through his nose, and you couldn't help but smirk a bit in the kiss. You really still had it, it seemed.

You twirled around as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You had on a cute orange and yellow dress, white ankle socks, white, cute ankle chuck norris shoes and a light sweater, just in case the weather switched on you. You had fluffed your afro out, and had opted for a rich, red lipstick. You grabbed your bag,, with your phone, keys, serviettes and wet wipes, sprayed a little more perfume, just to top up your scent, you told yourself, and headed to your sitting room.

You were just topped up your lip gloss when your phone buzzed. It was a text from Grimmjow, telling you he was waiting for you downstairs, and you responded immediately, telling him you would be there soon. When you got there, you almost fainted.

Grimmjow generally always looked good. Even back when you dated he'd always go out of his way to drip when you went out together, even subtly matching fits with you, but today he looked sexier than he normally did, though that could also because you were thirstier for him than normal. He looked very similar as he did when he turned up for Harribel's first race, except his shirt was opened scandalously low, almost to the middle of his torso, and he had a fitting leather jacket, doing wonders for his overall lean but muscular physique.

"What business do you have looking so sexy?" You asked him in lieu of greeting, breathing his cologne heavily when he swept you into a warm embrace. He chuckled against you, his deep baritone reverberating in his chest and doing things to you.

"You know I had to match with you," he quipped back, ushering you to his motorbike as you turned forward so that he couldn't get to see your heavy blush.

Dinner was absolutely lovely, and you spent the whole evening cracking jokes and thoroughly enjoying your meal. He had brought out one of his more luxurious but fast motorbikes, and you found yourself sitting in front of him, leaning back into his body and soaking his body heat as you glanced at the heavenly beauty that was the moon.

"I'm so happy I got to experience this with you again," he mumbled above you, his arm resting comfortably around your waist. you rested your own arm above him, scooting backwards more into him and allowing yourself a small, feminine smirk when you felt his breath catch in his chest.

"Yeah, me too. I'd actually missed hanging out with you just like this." You tilted your head upwards to look up at him, the same time he inclined his head downwards, and you felt yourself get lost in those rich, blue eyes. "Thank you very much for this evening. I had a fantastic time." You kissed him lightly on the chin, and he immediately looked up again, that trademark scowl back on his face as his cheekbones were dusted a pretty pink.

You stayed like that for a moment more, until a devilish idea suddenly came to you, and you politely asked if you could go home, to his place. Clothes and items to refresh yourself weren't a problem, you assured him. Nelliel lived across from him and you could just ask her to bring some stuff you kept at hers over. You could tell he had clocked you were up to something, but he just smirked at you and asked you to take the reigns and ride you both to his.

When you arrived your clothes were already there, so you told Grimmjow to buckle up as you went to park his bike at the basement, by his car, then you'd get up to collect your stuff then get to his apartment. He agreed, and you found the basement to be as comfortably warm as outside, prettily lit with the lights on the ground and on the ceiling. You removed your helmet, turning around to face him on the bike, his legs on the ground to balance you both.

You stared each other down for a moment, as if silently daring the other to make the first move. It's like there was a spark of electricity that passed between you, and that spark is what triggered you to move. You leaned upwards, one hand around his neck the other on his cheek and captured his lips with your own. You loved the look of surprise in his eyes before you closed yours, tilting your head and running your tongue over his lower lip to request deepening the kiss. He slipped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, his other hand on your chin, tilting you head to upwards as he opened his mouth and dipped his tongue into yours, and you moaned, grinding yourself against him in response.

He moaned in your mouth, sinking his teeth into your lower lip and you shuddered in his hold. You shifted against him, feeling his cock harden against you, and you broke the kiss, taking a deep breath as you groped him through his pants. His mouth moved from your lips, lips and teeth and tongue dragging down your chin, your haw, your neck, and he bit at the sensitive skin, placing soft kisses and running his tongue over the marks to soothe the resulting sting. You had to bit your tongue in turn, to stop yourself from moaning out in pleasure too long. You gripped his hair, relishing in the feel of the soft strands in between your fingers, as your other hand slipped up under his shirt, loving how his muscles tensed under your fingertips, the warmth of his skin against your palm.

"Oh my god," you whispered as he rearranged you on the bike, taking both your legs and placing them over his as your dress rode too far up to be publicly appropriate. You never cared though, shifting on him and feeling his grip on your hip tighten when you embarrassingly wet panties ground against his bulge, nearly tearing his pants at this point. You were opening your mouth to say something explicit, but he beat you to it.

"So fucking wet for me already I'm sure," he whispered huskily in your ear, long fingers pulling your underwear aside and he pushed two of them in, sliding in so easily because he was right. "I always told you were only made for me, because all I have to do is kiss you and your body immediately defaults to it's slut mode."

Anything that resembled critical thought disappeared from your brain, as you muscles pulled his fingers like they belonged in there. Your breathing increased, and your grip on his shirt tightened. Your eyes popped open and you wailed out his name when he curled his fingers in, pulling them out and then pushing them in again. God you had missed this, missed how he always hot spots no one else ever could. You shifted, gritting your teeth to stop his entire apartment block hearing you as you ground against his palm, desperately seeking that friction that he was teasing you with with only his fingers.

"That's it look at you," he encouraged, and suddenly you were moving faster. "My pretty little whore. Look how desperate you are for me."

You hated that the wonders of speech had escaped you now, but that was something you'd deal with later because your pleasure was beginning to overwhelm you. It was only a matter of time before your orgasm hit, and just then did he stop pulling his fingers out of you and staring you down smugly, his sharp gaze clouded by lust and his smirk simply diabolical as he licked every last drop of your fluids off his hand.

You could only stare at him in incredulously, blushing furiously, the fact that he so blatantly denied you your orgasm on hold for now. "You're such a menace," you mumbled instead, your pussy still throbbing.

"I know." One second you were sitting on his motorbike, peering up at him with defiance in your eyes, the next you were in his apartment (how did you get here?! When did he even get your clothes?!), your back against one of his walls, your panties somewhere in the void with your of your legs over his shoulder, your hands gripping his hair for deer life as his tongue lapped against your folds like an ice cream cone.

White spots were the only things you could see in your direct line of right, as Grimmjow's large hands n your hips held you steady as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it softly, alternating between his tongue and his lips. Your head hit the back of the wall as he dipped his tongue deep inside you, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The tension at the pit of your stomach gave out, pleasure erupting all over your body as you came, trembling over his face as continued pleasuring you with his mouth, the orgasm you had been denied earlier finally hitting you like an electric train.

It was the best orgasm you had received in a long, long time.

You cracked an eye open, looking at that smug smirk on his face, his chin absolutely wet. A fire lit in your chest, and despite how weak your knees were, you were determined to reduce him to much like he did you. You deserved that same level of gratification as well. "You really think you're hot shit just because you made me cum, huh?" Your voice was a breathy whisper instead of the strong retort you were aiming for.

He chuckled, not necessarily at you, but you heard that excitement he let out when he was being challenged. Grimmjow always responded to challenges head on, and you couldn't help a crooked grin yourself. "Wanna return the favour?" he inquired, perfect eyebrow raised. That was it.

You somehow managed to stand on wobbly legs as you gently pushed him backwards towards his bed. "Strip for me if you don't mind," you politely ordered as you took your own clothes off, and you were mildly surprised when he acquiesced you. That surprise, along with all other movements came to a grinding halt when you saw him spread on the bed for you like an entire harlot.

Grimmjow was always incredibly sexy to you, but seeing him like this, casually lying on his elbows, his cock all hard and thick and angry red and leaking had you squeezing your thighs. You wanted nothing more at this moment than to feel him cum down your throat. You walked towards the bed, clambering on it and crawling towards him as you took his cock in your hand, relishing in both how warm and soft it felt in your hand and his hiss rom between his teeth. You stroked him twice, noticing his thighs tensing from the corner of your eye before taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it gently, before slipping down his entire shaft, as much as you could take at the time.

His hands were immediately in your hair, his fist clenching and unclenching like your muscles and you grinned, drool spilling down to his base on your hand. You rose once, making sure you ran your tongue more deliberately over than vein on the underside, over his frenulum, around his tip before sinking down, repeating the motion as your head bobbed up and down on his shaft, twisting your hand at his base in tandem, but still in an unpredictable pattern.

You moved your hand to fondle his balls, warm and heavy, and when you used his thigh to steady yourself, you felt him tremble. You let go of his cock with a loud pop, climbing on his and kissing him deeply, sliding your tongue in his mouth as he made sure your folds were against his dick, grinding you down into it.

"Ride me," he ordered against your lips, and you dropped your gaze, unable to look him in the eye. You nodded, still feeling shy, and he lifted you on his cock, aligning himself with you and helping you sink down. You threw your head back, fingers curling into fists against his chest as he stretched you to your limits, the pleasure-pain combination feeling so very good that that was the only sensation you could register.

You paused for a second when you reached the hilt, before rising and sinking again. For all his cockiness you both knew that he was right when he implied nobody ever fucked you like he did. Slowly as you rose and sank, he matched your rhythm, thrusting up when you sank down and pulling his hips down as you rose, together you created an euphoric sensation, as he leaned forward and laced marks across your dark skin, slightly visible and very clearly felt by you.

"That's it, doll," he snarled against your shoulder, knowing both of you would be reaching your respective peaks soon. "Just like that. Don't stop. Your pussy squeezing me so tight. Seems like she truly missed me, huh?"

All you could manage was a hiccup, your thighs quivering in bliss. Your throat was dry so you couldn't respond even if you wanted to. His thumb was on your clit, circling, and it wasn't long before you came with a hoarse shout of his name, rolling your hips against his in response, squirting all over his balls and his abdomen. You saw the mess you made on him, a little of it on his bed and you bit your lower lip. He thrust up about three or so more times before he followed you over the edge, his dick twitching inside you before he painted your walls white with his cum, as it spilled out of you and mixed with your own fluids. His forefinger and thumb were on your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

"So, does this mean we're back together again?" He asked you, laughing quietly as you made a show of ignoring him and trying to reach for your bonnet to cover your hair. He stretched out his arm and handed it to you, and as you stuffed your hair neatly in it, signalling it was time for bed, you put your hands on your hips, wide grin splitting your face into two.

"Of course. You can't just fuck me like that and think you're going anywhere," you said, cuddling into him.

Racing back into your heart indeed.

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