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if you don't see indie writing, trust us when we say she is writing fics mid-laundry. @throughsixeyes sits down with @indiewritesxoxo ( indie ), a writer known for her creative - and often stereotype breaking - stories, as we talk about inspiration, personal deadlines, and the very process of indie writes.
- Tell us where do your ideas come from?
indie: I think inspiration for me comes from so many different places, it's hard to pin it down. There's so much inspiration to be found in everything — whether it's movies or books or even something as simple as a video or comment I've come across. Some of my best ideas come especially when I'm brainstorming with other mutuals or just listening to music. I am a bit scatter-brained so it can be all over the place to be honest. To break down the ideas and inspirations for some of my more popular fics though, I would start with No. One Party Anthem. I first really conceived of the idea talking with another author on here way back in 2024 and discussing how badly I wanted to read a long fic with Geto wih in that sort of alternate universe. I knew I wanted to have a reader who was a bit more awkward and emotionally reserved and knew that I wanted to have the angsty breakup between them — but Sukuna actually was more of an afterthought because I love love traingles and wanted to have one. Originally, it wasn't even going to be him, but when I was thinking about the sort of character/role I wanted to put in the narrative, he just fit the best. It is funny now though, because very, very quickly as I began writing it, I found myself far more invested and interested in writing the storyline with him than I expected. Faking It is a funny case too, because it now has nearly twenty chapters, and it all spawned from an anon request I got last year with the general set up of a rich reader and Suguru realizing she's not stuck up and slowly falling for her. Snowed In was also inspired through the community too, there was a post asking about what cryptids JJK men might be and I followed it up with my own thoughts assigning each guy one, but the idea of Gojo as the abominable snowman and having a Tarzan-esque relationship with reader was so funny to me that I couldn't help myself.
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I just read thinking of you and I hate it here. It was so well done, and well written, but I had to stop reading it at some points because of how I was getting mad. Because I could never fully understand reader in this fic, but I was like bro what are you doing??? Anyway, I hope you have a good day! (Week?) thank you for feeding us prime fics, you deserve all the good things
i love any opportunity to discuss reader in this fic bc i adore her so this is about to be a long response talking about her character (and spoilers below for anyone who hasn’t read either part)
the main theme i had in mind when i was writing thinking of you was grief. the shared grief between choso and gojo over reader, the grief reader still carried over gojo and how it in turn shaped her relationship with choso, the grief gojo has at this life he missed with reader that he only gets to hear about second hand, the grief choso has on what his life/marriage would have looked like with reader had gojo never been in the picture to begin with. and the hard truth of grieving and mourning is that it’s not fair, loss rarely ever is, so all the hard and complicated feelings they are experiencing are valid.
we mostly see reader either through gojo’s lens or choso’s, and we only get smaller portions of her pov (when she’s at particularly difficult points in her healing journey too) so a lot of her feelings are left more ambiguous. gojo sees her as this great love of his who could do no wrong, and everything/everyone else is just getting in the way of it. choso sees her for more of who she is - deeply traumatized and struggling to be emotionally vulnerable after losing someone she loved and thought she’d be spending the rest of her life with. and that’s where i think reader really struggles with him, accepting to be seen and loved in spite of her flaws. she gets scared and avoidant and pushes him away because it’s easier to lose him like that (where it’s her own fault and she thinks he’ll still find happiness) than to lose him in another way that will be out of her control. she’s very conscious and anxious about even just voicing it out loud bc she thinks it will be almost a self-fulfilling prophecy if she actively acknowledges it (like her original conversation with gojo before he left). she only admits how much she’s hurting when she has no options left and it hits her how much she really can’t stand to lose choso and tells him about gojo being declared dead. which also plays a part in her hesitance and reluctance too, because how can she not feel guilty that she’s already pretty much ‘replaced’ gojo when the same day nasa tells her he’s probably dead, her boyfriend proposed?
it’s really not until sugurus mom, who she loves and trusts, reassures her that gojo wouldn’t hold her being happy against her, that she starts to let go enough to let choso fully love her back. she does love choso very much, but when loving someone before ended in losing him and her raising two kids on her own for years without having any answers about what happened, it does make it VERY difficult to have reasonable emotional maturity in future relationships with something like that constantly hanging over your head. i read accounts and stories from widows and th families of missing persons how they felt/if they moved on which did help a lot in the characterization of reader and her struggles. so many of them especially talked about how they just wished they knew that they were dead so at least they had an answer. even when she gets sick at the end and choso says that she remembered gojo, you have to really ask yourself is it because she loved him more? or is it merely because the trauma he left her with was just that deeply engrained in her?
grief and love are two of the most raw human experiences to go through and i really tried to do both justice in this! i think when you are still so stuck in grief you can’t help but constantly ask yourself all the what-ifs and i hope that comes across with every single character in this
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dearest indie i want to give the biggest kiss here because i am afraid you might've done impossible and by that i mean converted me into a choso girlie for the "thinking of you" fic as a biiiig satoru girl 😭😭😭😭😭 i can share the reader's feeling for choso that carefully picked her broken heart and mended it, for satoru that had always haunted her heart both as a ghost and a loving memory, and i am so sorry for her to deal with the fear of the abandonment, the work, the house, two kids at the same time while trying to figure out how to live not only for all of them but for herself as well, whether she should try to open her heart for the man that had been there the entire time while the man whose rain she had been wearing around her neck was in the stars. i can't truly imagine what she went through but i am so happy she was surrounded by the people who loved her, especially choso who let her grieve despite the envy and insecurities he felt towards her feelings for satoru. despite everything i view them as two sides of the coin - choso tried to fill in satoru's space, while being present in her life the way satoru wasn't, and satoru, whose image had been all over their lives had never had his chance to actually share his life with her....i am devastated. but i am glad that satoru is slowly getting closure with his kids... thank you indie it was an amazing work 🫶🏻💖
also that made me laugh so hard
"Although he did find it a little annoying that he was somehow even more obsessed and in love with you than he ever conceived. "
oh this is so incredibly kind i am so happy to hear how much this resonated with you !!! you understanding reader like this is also just so sweet thank you so much for getting my angel she did the best she could with what she was going through !!! this put a huge smile on my face to read your thoughts <33333
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THINKING OF YOU
⊹ part two to the one that got away
࣪₊˚☆ synopsis: you spent your life missing a man up in the stars. a shame he only came back down when you weren't there anymore. but as gojo picks up the pieces of you he left behind, he finds moving on is a lot harder when it appears you might not have either.
⊹ pairing: teacher!choso x f!reader x astronaut!gojo
࣪₊˚☆ wc: 19.0k
⊹ content: mdni, HEAVY ANGST + SMUT, make sure to read part one first! gojo is once again suffering with no relief, heavy tension, intense jealousy and insecurity all around, mentions of character death, mourning, anxious avoidant attachment, reader is an emotionally constipated mess beware, a lot of choso pov, conflicting feelings, kissing, piv sex, oral sex (f! receiving), aftercare, choso whimpering, choso LOVES his girl more than anything okay, parenting, proposals, breakups and makeups, some domestic fluff, uncomfortable conversations and confrontations, marriage, bittersweet endings, if you want comfort, not much to be found here once again i'm afraid
࣪₊˚☆ art cr: @yotume div cr: @/decomposedmaw
The ghost waiting at your grave wasn’t yours.
Not much older than he looked in that photo still tucked in the top drawer of your dresser, but rather than the brilliant smile plastered on his face back then, your former fiancé was grimacing. Leaning against the closest tree, head leaning back against the bark as he stared up at the sky accusingly.
As if he had anyone other than himself to blame for choosing anything over you.
Choso bit his tongue, reminding himself that in the end, he was the one who won, the one who got to spend his life with you – and if it hadn’t been for Gojo being an idiot who left you behind, he wouldn’t have gotten his wife. His kids – whether by blood or bonds. His grandchildren.
Gojo had given it all to him.
One foot dragged a little slower than the other, but he made his way to the grave, bending down on aching knees to place a bundle of lilac by your gravestone. Apollo came by once a week to clean it, the one next to it left dingy in comparison.
It had always been you who insisted on upkeeping it – but well, your son didn’t exactly share the same sentiment for his biological father.
Especially now that he was here.
“Lilacs?” Gojo grumbled behind him. The morning sun wasn’t very warm, the breeze in the air making him shiver as he reflexively fiddled with his wedding band.
“Her favorite,” Choso shrugged, glancing back at his…well, not competition anymore. It was irritating how attractive he was. Made it obvious why you’d fallen so hard – and never seemed to fully snap back out of his spell. That icy intelligent stare refocusing onto where he was still kneeling by your plot, making it clear he didn’t think he deserved that position.
Gojo was holding onto his own flowers, long fingers clasped tight around thin stems. Forget-me-nots. He felt a sick shift in his stomach, a familiar ache returning to the forefront of his mind at the reminder that the two of you still had something he’d never been able to touch. The peace he thought he’d finally managed rippled by his reappearance.
Choso didn’t want to let it get ruined though.
Clearing his throat as he gestured to the flowers, “She never forgot about you.”
Even though part of him had always hoped you would.
Welcome back to the angst factory 🤪
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lovefool
intermission: Gojo | chapter index
love without loyalty is just lust - but which feeling lies where between the king you've sworn to serve and the clown who'll never be able to make you laugh?
synopsis: the only way for a siren like you to survive was as the king's pet, his pretty nightly pastime who spent years pining after him. but what happens when he's meant to marry another? or when a member of his court offers you a way out?
pairings: king!Sukuna x siren!Reader x jester!Gojo
content: MDNI, mostly angst ngl, medieval fantasy AU, forbidden love, heavy pining, very unbalanced power dynamics, messy relationships, gojo pov!!, asshole yandere!gojo !!, he is in love and he is TERRIBLE about it, reader is going through it
divider by @/bronzewasp
Gojo didn't want to see you like this.
Gagged and tied up, your eyes hidden behind a blindfold as he squatted down to study the way you squirmed against your restraints.
But how the hell else was he supposed to show you that you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself?
That unless you used your voice to protect yourself, you would just end up devoured. Chewed up and spat back out by the court, looked down on by the noble ladies and all the other morons who thought their inherited wealth meant they could push others around.
You inherited something far more valuable.
A gift that you could rule the world with.
And once he made you see that, everything would be solved.
You might be upset with him if you found out how much he had orchestrated. But you'd be grateful one day. Understand why he had to.
This would be your happily ever after.
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GUILTY AS SIN?
what if she's written mine on your upper thigh only in your mind?
synopsis: after a mission-gone-wrong leaves you missing the memories of your apparent marriage with your least favorite former classmate - you find yourself aching for your best friend when she's the one who steps up to take care of you. can you keep your crush to yourself? or will you cross the line?
pairing: husband!gojo x f!reader x best friend!shoko
wc: 10.9k
content: MDNI!! mostly angst but smut and fluff too!, amnesia trope, tw mentions of cheating/infidelity!!, reader is bisexual, can you blame her for wanting shoko when she looks like THAT, marriage, separation, divorce, reader loses a lot of her memories, struggling to cope with her new life, gojo sucks lol, manipulation tactics, heavy pining, hurt/comfort, everyone is conflicted, masturbation, oral sex, fantasizing about someone else during sex, piv sex, pulling out, kissing, confessions, confrontations
a/n: this was a commission for the lovely @dayanim who has some of the best ideas literally ever !! art is by @/aransmind + div by @/tsumiinum
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
The last person you expected to see sitting by your hospital bed was the white-haired idiot who had decided from the first moment you’d met that you were his personal toy to tease and taunt.
Really, the only thing more shocking than staring at his blue eyes brimming with concern back at you was hearing Shoko’s soft voice refer to him as your husband as she said something about a care plan.
And before you could stop yourself, your stare slipped down at the faint feeling of pressure, stomach dropping as you realized he was even holding your hand, a white-gold wedding band glittering on his fourth finger – and oh God, a ginormous diamond ring on your own, framed by aquamarine or topaz or some other little blue gemstones encrusted in your band.
You instinctively wanted to rip it off. Throw it at him with an annoyed huff even if the world was still all fuzzy, the drone of the air conditioning and the beeping of whatever machines Shoko had you hooked up to.
“This isn’t funny,” you snapped at him, scowling as you tried to sit up, body sore and aching as your head throbbed in protest. How much did he pay her to go along with this?
His head turned back towards her, his mouth parting as he spoke under his breath, and your eyes finally focused properly, nausea settling deeper as you realized that Gojo was different. Bulkier. Shoulders broader, frame filled out, no longer looking the least bit boyish or lanky when he made the cheap chair he was sitting in looked cramped.
And when you looked back up at Shoko, it struck you how much longer her hair was, even shinier too, but the dark circles under her eyes made your heart stall. Your brain refused to accept it. Any of it. Watching the cigarette dangling between her lips as she listened to what Gojo was saying, nodding along as her stare slipped back to you, mouth twitching for a second.
“Baby,” Gojo started, ignoring the fact you were appalled at him using a pet name like that with you. You snatched your hand back from him with an indignant huff, looking over to Shoko like you were trying to signal her for some help.
“Seriously, is this supposed to be a joke?” You asked, taken aback as his fingers skimmed over your forearm.
“You got a head injury during a mission,” Shoko spoke slowly, caught somewhere between polite and bored, lacking any of the warmth you were used to.
“And you guys thought it would be the perfect time to play some stupid prank and convince me I married him?” You accused, hurt and confusion twisting together tight in your chest as you half-expected Geto to pop out from somewhere with a camera to reveal he was recording the whole thing.
But instead of just laughing it off, or apologizing, you watched with thinly-veiled horror as Gojo and Shoko exchanged an uneasy glance.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Shoko spoke, softer now.
“I don’t know,” you defensively answered, shrugging your shoulders as you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat. “Class, maybe? The exchange event?”
“What exchange event?” Gojo pressed more aggressively, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glaring at him.
“Don’t act like you forgot, dickhead,” you grumbled. “You dumped water on me in front of everyone.”
But the awkward silence that hung in the air made your anger lapse into something a lot fucking scarier when the most annoying man you knew shut up for longer than two seconds. Staring uselessly at Shoko, like he was trying to tell her to fix you with his eyes.
“You don’t remember marrying him?” Shoko carefully asked, and you hated how helpless you felt.
“I don’t even remember dating him,” you practically hissed, your gaze shifting for a second to the subject of your conversation just to see his practically gutted expression.
It seemed unfathomable. Didn’t come remotely close to making any kind of sense. Since when did he even have feelings for you? And even if he did, why the hell would you choose a man you couldn’t stand?
Happy Pride Month to this reader specifically 🙂↕️🌈
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Yuji rocking them lighting mcqueen
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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
he loves you through wormholes and back!
synopsis: it was just supposed to be a routine mission. but when things start to go wrong and time starts slipping through his fingers, gojo realizes a little too late he might lose you too.
pairing: astronaut!gojo x f!reader x teacher!choso
wc: 14.8k
content: mdni. HEAVY ANGST. smut. character death. inspired by interstellar, time dilation, sad ending, hurt no comfort, unprotected piv sex, teasing, kissing, gojo is so incredibly in love and obsessed with reader, accidental pregnancy, twins, pining, yearning, complicated emotions, misunderstandings, choso is also a lovesick puppy dog, video messages, gojo cries and throws up, moving on, absolutely sadness and despair
art is by @to00fu !! div by @tsumiinum !! this was an incredible commission to write for @dayanim <333
“You’re literally the prettiest girl on the planet.”
You giggled, your mouth curving up into a painfully cute smile as his palms spread your soft thighs further apart. Perfect face tilting to the side as you arched an eyebrow, “Just this planet?”
“All of them,” he easily chuckled, pressing a peck to the inside of your exposed thigh, admiring the expanse of your bare skin, completely naked in his sheets. Sprawled out like his favorite feast, waiting for him to devour.
If he could, he’d swallow you whole and take you with him to space.
Pack you up and bring you with him.
But unfortunately, NASA probably wouldn’t approve of him stowing you away on his final official mission before he moved to a different position.
“I don’t want you to go,” you pouted at him, running your fingers through your hair as he returned to dotting more kisses up to your hips, down to just below your belly button, trying to memorize the way your skin felt on his lips.
“I know,” he sighed, struggling to justify why he was going to you when he could hardly convince himself these days. “It’s just six months.”
A routine mission.
It was far from his first. He knew how it would play out. Shoko and Suguru would join him on the crew, so at least the time wouldn’t totally drag by. He hadn’t planned to join, but with what they promised to pay for it, it was sorta hard to refuse. Especially when he was still saving for a wedding and a house down payment.
Still, considering the fact that he’d only just gotten back from one less than a year ago, he knew that it wasn’t just him it was hard on.
“It feels like forever,” you complained, a crease between your brow as your hand shifted to cup his cheek, lift his face up to look at you. The cool band of your engagement ring resting on his skin reminding him of the promise he made to you when he popped the question. That he’d give up exploring the reset of the universe if you’d be his wife. “I’m so tired of missing you.”
“Baby,” he frowned, heart slamming into his rib cage at the disappointment he detected in the lines of your face.
He didn’t want to do this to you. Didn’t want to be the guy that wasn’t there for you.
But this was all just temporary. Soon he’d have secured a future where you could both permanently settle in a beautiful little house with a big yard for mini-yous and mini-hims to run and play.
Climbing back on top of you properly as you huffed at him, caging you in underneath his muscled arms, not stopping until your bodies were connected, skin-on-skin, his forehead resting on yours as your eyes met his.
“Don’t baby me,” you defensively murmured.
“But you’re my baby,” he pouted back at you. Your body shivered a little, thighs pressing together before he used his knee to nudge them further apart. “And you’re gonna be my wife when I get back.”
He liked the ring of it.
His wife.
All his.
you don’t understand how many tears i shed reading this while listening to talking to the moon by bruno mars
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THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
he loves you through wormholes and back!
synopsis: it was just supposed to be a routine mission. but when things start to go wrong and time starts slipping through his fingers, gojo realizes a little too late he might lose you too.
pairing: astronaut!gojo x f!reader x teacher!choso
wc: 14.8k
content: mdni. HEAVY ANGST. smut. character death. inspired by interstellar, time dilation, sad ending, hurt no comfort, unprotected piv sex, teasing, kissing, gojo is so incredibly in love and obsessed with reader, accidental pregnancy, twins, pining, yearning, complicated emotions, misunderstandings, choso is also a lovesick puppy dog, video messages, gojo cries and throws up, moving on, absolutely sadness and despair
art is by @to00fu !! div by @tsumiinum !! this was an incredible commission to write for @dayanim <333
“You’re literally the prettiest girl on the planet.”
You giggled, your mouth curving up into a painfully cute smile as his palms spread your soft thighs further apart. Perfect face tilting to the side as you arched an eyebrow, “Just this planet?”
“All of them,” he easily chuckled, pressing a peck to the inside of your exposed thigh, admiring the expanse of your bare skin, completely naked in his sheets. Sprawled out like his favorite feast, waiting for him to devour.
If he could, he’d swallow you whole and take you with him to space.
Pack you up and bring you with him.
But unfortunately, NASA probably wouldn’t approve of him stowing you away on his final official mission before he moved to a different position.
“I don’t want you to go,” you pouted at him, running your fingers through your hair as he returned to dotting more kisses up to your hips, down to just below your belly button, trying to memorize the way your skin felt on his lips.
“I know,” he sighed, struggling to justify why he was going to you when he could hardly convince himself these days. “It’s just six months.”
A routine mission.
It was far from his first. He knew how it would play out. Shoko and Suguru would join him on the crew, so at least the time wouldn’t totally drag by. He hadn’t planned to join, but with what they promised to pay for it, it was sorta hard to refuse. Especially when he was still saving for a wedding and a house down payment.
Still, considering the fact that he’d only just gotten back from one less than a year ago, he knew that it wasn’t just him it was hard on.
“It feels like forever,” you complained, a crease between your brow as your hand shifted to cup his cheek, lift his face up to look at you. The cool band of your engagement ring resting on his skin reminding him of the promise he made to you when he popped the question. That he’d give up exploring the reset of the universe if you’d be his wife. “I’m so tired of missing you.”
“Baby,” he frowned, heart slamming into his rib cage at the disappointment he detected in the lines of your face.
He didn’t want to do this to you. Didn’t want to be the guy that wasn’t there for you.
But this was all just temporary. Soon he’d have secured a future where you could both permanently settle in a beautiful little house with a big yard for mini-yous and mini-hims to run and play.
Climbing back on top of you properly as you huffed at him, caging you in underneath his muscled arms, not stopping until your bodies were connected, skin-on-skin, his forehead resting on yours as your eyes met his.
“Don’t baby me,” you defensively murmured.
“But you’re my baby,” he pouted back at you. Your body shivered a little, thighs pressing together before he used his knee to nudge them further apart. “And you’re gonna be my wife when I get back.”
He liked the ring of it.
His wife.
All his.
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P ✰SSY EATER mdni. starring boyfriend!sukuna x toxic!reader
“you whore.”
in the years you’d been dating, you called sukuna a lot of things. but whore? that was a new one.
“the fuck are you talking about, brat?” he grimaced, a flicker of something not-quite nervous stirring in his stomach when he glanced up from his phone to see you scowling at him like you were about to throw yours.
as if he didn’t just have to replace the air fryer three weeks ago the last time you tossed an object at him.
“this,” you hissed at him, shoving your phone in his face instead.
to his surprise, it was a video of him.
more precisely, a fucking tiktok of him scarfing down a cup of pudding in public, sitting on a park bench and squinting as he polished the last of it off, thick tongue scraping the bottom of it before tracing its rim in a few long strokes.
kind of creepy, sure, but he’d just been there yesterday afternoon stuck babysitting his dumb nephew - which you already knew about.
“what’s the problem?” he scoffed back, about to hand it back before you huffed at him like he only had half a brain.
“open the comments,” you demanded, crossing your arms as your cute lips pushed together in your scariest pout.
g0jod1ckmuncher7: god i wish that was me
getosleftpinkytoe: if he's hungry i'm available
shit.
yeah, he was fucked.
"were you watching yuji or trying to advertise your fucking services?" you snapped at him, snatching your phone back and scrolling through more of the comment section.
"i-"
he shut up with a single look from you, the mouth that had gotten him into mess closing before more than a single syllable could escape.
"it has a million fucking likes," you scolded him, irritation glittering in your eyes as you rolled them at him. "that's like, a million people who want to fuck you."
he tossed his own phone on the cushion next to him, grunting as he pushed himself up off it next, knowing that he should probably nip this in the bud now instead of letting you look around for another household item to hurl at him. easily picking you up while you were still coming up with another protest, hands on your ass as he hoisted you up and started carrying you back to the bedroom.
"i only want to fuck you," he reminded you, even though that only earned him another angry scoff.
"so i'm just a sex toy to you?" you haughtily asked, deliberately ignoring what he was trying to say. trying to make him mad too, to pick an argument so you could yell at him more.
"yeah, that's definitely why i've stayed with you for four fuckin' years," he sarcastically commented, nudging the door open with his foot before throwing you on the bed, watching you bounce a little before he was pulling your thighs down to the edge of it. tugging your tiny little shorts you wore just to tease him off, your body melting into his touch even when your mouth only wanted to fight.
"yeah, four years without a ring," you murmured under your breath, still glaring down at him as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
"if you want a stupid ring, you should've just asked," he grunted back, his dark eyes greedily gazing at the damp patch on your panties, spit preemptively pooling in the back of his mouth as his fingers hooked around the thin band to yank them down too.
"that's your job."
he doubted he'd make a better husband than a boyfriend. but the idea of you dumping him to find a different one was enough to make him want to murder the imaginary man his mind conjured up that you'd leave him for - and he couldn't exactly hold it against you for hating other women wanting him too.
pettiness surging inside him as he buried his face between your thighs, trying to prove that his services were all reserved for you.
pumping his tongue in-and-out of your pretty pussy, feeling you tense and squeeze as he swirled it around, his thumb digging into your soft flesh to hold you still as he devoured you this time.
he was always starving for you after all.
an ounce of your affection in the sea of your attitude.
you tasted way fucking better than that shitty pudding cup anyway.
he could snack on your moans all day long, satisfied just at the way you squirmed and shuddered as he lapped at your slick folds. painting greedy circles over your clit, watching you shiver when his sharp canines grazed over the sensitive bud.
his favorite buffet was watching you orgasm, tasting it on his tongue as you shuddered and let his name slip from your lips in broken gasps, manicured nails raking across his scalp.
"will you marry me?" he asked after you finished, lips glossy with your slick, glancing up as your fingers sifted through his soft hair.
you tilted your head thoughtfully to the side, exhaling softly like your thighs weren't trembling.
"no."
reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3