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i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life. 

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╰► SUMMARY:

Starting out as a newbie at a big company can be quite scary, despite a 9-to-5 job being one of the most widespread forms of employment. The turbulent waves of your work life push you into the arms of your coworker, who is more than ready to help you learn how to navigate the ocean that is your new workplace.

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This series will contain a mix of soft, budding romance and a little humor. Adult themes will make an appearance as well. Please make sure to read the content notes of every chapter before you proceed to read!

General content: No curses AU, female reader, pining, alcohol, office work, eventual smut

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☆・[ featuring ] . . . suguru getō, satoru gojo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso x f! reader

☆・[ synopsis ] . . . est. 1.2k+ wc + getting lost into the warm feel of you is embarrassingly easy, but it's also embarrassingly hard trying not to tip over the edge...

[ warnings ] . . . (n)sfw / pwp + separate smut, a bunch of excited guys losers, premature ejaculation, dry humping ( w/ nanami ), og sukuna ( he has two dicks ), double penetration ( w/ sukuna ), cunnilingus ( w/ choso ), overstimulation, creampies . . . mdni!

☆・SUGURU GETŌ!

his locks of fine hair became tangled within minutes of just simply watching you get undressed in front of him; even a bead of sweat collected at his hairline from the pressing tease you wriggle your hips with as you slip out of your thin strapped clothes to that perky smile you wink over as your tits jiggle out of your bra...

all of it. all of it was so beautiful as he stroked himself to the sight; a tight clammy grip to the base of his cock, twisting the skin up till a pearl of pre oozed out.

getō couldn't help himself. a beauty like you teasing him like this? he had to feel himself, he had to touch himself in the rhythm of you groping your curves—pumping his cock at the view of your pussy being spread as you settled in front of him; pretty legs set wide for a clear view of your sopping folds to tease him.

and his strokes became shakey, watching your fingers toy playful flicks to your puffy hood, watching you watch him. and those dewy eyes you gaze at him with had his hand squeezing his cock already; an eager thumb trying hard to press at his tip from cumming, but—fuck—watching how you suck at your fingers to fuck them into your little hole had cum leaking from the side of his jutting cock...

“don't worry, baby. i still got a lot more to go... just got me a ‘lil too excited, pretty girl.”

☆・SATORU GOJO!

the clammy grip around your waist pinches in deep till he felt bone as he clawed down a rack of trails to follow along your skin. he was holding on—trying hard to not shake out an orgasm too soon while sweating and moaning a melody of your name...

but the sucking grip your little cunt teases his cock with leaves his mouth drooling. and blue hues shoot wide at the tightening feel of his balls already tingling with that notable sensation you both know and love...

but already?

yeah, already. it's been a good month since you both had shared an intimate time together, knowing gojo is always either working with his students or simply trying to protect the world... its understandable, and him croaking up a cut moan was also understandable as soon as he dipped the fat crown of his cock between your slippery folds.

but stuffing you full was like a reward to you, enjoying the teasing thought of making the strongest lose so quickly... but making him cum that early didn't stop gojo—it didn't even phase him to stutter to stop either; his hips still moving in a barreling motion, cock still hard and ready for another load to pump deep within you...

☆・KENTO NANAMI!

the needy press of puffy lips smothered between sticky fabric warmly gliding up and down the strong, confined erection between his legs was almost entirely dazing; feeling those puffy folds of yours kissing him through his work pants—teasing him.

it's been a while too, the build-up of need and want rising day by day the longer he couldn't hold you beneath him... and it was beginning to already topple over; feeling the hard rush of your thighs crushing between his and bumping to grinding strung a rhythm to his core—strumming at that need he's been craving for.

“mm, y/n... fuck...” his voice is shakey as his restless head tilts back; his mouth left agape and hair swished in different angels a his glasses hung to his sweating, flushed face by a thread... this all felt too good, especially after a long while...

nanami clearly needed this, and he didn't care that you could already feel his sticky mess seeping through his pants. he knew he was going to cum before anything could actually start. but who could blame him he knew watching you're pretty self grind against the tent in his pants was going to set him to the edge...

☆・TOJI FUSHIGURO!

he wants to blame his age, but deep down he knows the truth... pussy too good like this makes him whipped, and the warm feel of your velvety walls sucking him back in at each deep stroke truly gets him going... and a little too fast to.

his eyes crush shut, just like the snapping crush of his hips lingering hard against yours at the accidental spill of cum warming your womb. it's a lot too, feeling each drip fill you to the hilt.

“fuck.” he groans behind you before slapping a cruel hand against the globe of your ass, and squeezing that jiggling flesh, he waits... his cock still wake inside of you, feeling each throb he juts with till his nerves could finally relax and catch his breath.

it was cute. such a big hunk of a man shaking on top of you over some pussy made your bottom lip catch between your teeth... but as soon as he does catch his breath, toji reels his hips back, and crushes your body forward into the bed; catching you utterly off guard.

and the sinking feel of his cock barreling deeply back into your gummy walls left a whine to pitch out from your mouth. practically clawing at the sheets from the sudden fill, even hearing pornographic sloshing from his cum spilling out between your folds at each elongated stroke.

☆・SUKUNA RYŌMEN!

the full smile bite gnawing at the nape of your neck was wet and mouthy, feeling all teeth and no tender lips with his intent chewing down to mark you... or was it because he was trying hard not to pop his knot already?

the first hard deep thrusts into your little cunt had sukuna leaning lopsided, trying hard not to tip over the edge. but the translucent milky ring you leave hung on his throbbing cocks left him craving to just fill you up already, to leave you dripping with his seed. and deep within him, his intent was growing into a spiraling edge—the edge of cumming deep till he could watch you bloat with a stuffed tummy of his sticky mess.

the tingling feel of heavy balls slapping at your bundle of nerves—toying with your sensitive clit that peaks from its hood from overstimulation left a sticky puddle beneath your legs, before feeling hot cum invade your stomach.

and the whines you falter with falls pliant to deaf ears as he fell back into his barreling rhythm of stuffing you full; and flipping your limp body into a new position each time he did, thinking in each position he needed to see how his cum looked leaking out from your little cunt would be...

☆・CHOSO!

the tip of his tongue flicks in a rhythm that left twinkling stars in your eyes to shine; feeling a new back arching sensation at each roll of his pink muscle laying flat against your nerves.

and as choso’s tongue fucked into your pretty little cunt–tasting and teasing you, his own hips wriggle in need; an aching tent pressing into the soft bed. choso tried hard to contain himself too, but at each glimpse he peaks up at you with, and seeing your pretty lips quiver and hearing you whine out his name left him like a dog in heat—humping and grinding himself eagerly at the edge...

choso crimped his fingers up into your gummy walls till he could bump them against your most sensitive spot, hooking them in as he felt his cock beginning to leak. wantonly and downright naughtily, choso smothered his glossy lips against your sensitive clit and pinched it between his lips to suckle at as he shook beneath you.

the moan he rumbled out vibrated at your core, feeling his sloppy kisses and tongue turning into a mess against your slit as he embarrassingly came in his pants; leaving a sticky mess to patch over his confines... but before you could say anything in comfort, choso was quick to hoist your legs up higher to watch your folds spread wider...

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𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 - chapter three

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eris vanserra x reader warnings: mostly me playing and projecting, so angsty, themes of grief, depression, self deprication, etc. a few fluffy bits to break up the heaviness, in general this is a pretty heavy chapter, trying to build the relationship!!, unbeta'd i go down on this ship alone series - wip ; taglist open

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I haven’t seen Eris for a few days, and I’m starting to think I imagined him.

If it weren’t for this room, I would have believed it already.

Eris doesn’t visit, but that woman does. I’ve since learned her name is Mabel, and she is mostly silent.

Her hair is a muddy sort of brown, like wet terracotta, slowly shifting towards a dull silver. She reminds me of a cardinal, nearly as delicate looking as one too, red fading into grey. Mabel’s eyes never leave her work, but I’ve managed to see that they are brown too. Aged and wise. 

I pay attention to the details of her. I pay attention because it is easier.

Her quiet voice is smooth and comforting, hot maple seeping through my bones. 

“Please, move this way dear.”

Her hands are withered but sure, calloused but soft. They never press too hard. They never startle or hurt, gentle and precise.

“May I see the other side?”

Mabel is only ever here in the mornings and evenings. She checks bandages, cleans scabs, and replaces dressings. She looks after me with her wrinkled lips pursed, and flinches when I flinch, as if my pain is hers. She does her work and does not linger. 

Mabel always gives me a sad smile as she waddles out of the room. 

I can never find it in me to smile back.

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I am at the desk tonight.

I keep coming back here, keep staring at the marbled wood grain, keep trying to find the energy to pick up the pen.

I know I should write home. I know they are worried about me. I know that they don’t know I am safe.

The past three nights I’ve sat here, unable to start, but tonight? Tonight, I am unable to stop.

There are crumpled drafts littering the floor, as well as a few broken pens. I start, and I write and write and write, but none of it is coming out right.

I give up.

Again.

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I am crouched in a corner when he comes in.

Eris’ eyes sweep the room as he closes the door. I watch him. I watch as his eyes wander over the books and papers on the floor, then the empty shelves. He sees the open window and the curtains fluttering softly in the cool night breeze.

Then he sees me. 

I watch him watch me.

Slowly he makes his way over to me, crouching low to meet my eye level. He holds out a hand and motions toward the door.

“Come on.”

Gingerly, I accept his hand and his invitation. I ignore the hairs that stand up on my neck when I do. He smiles softly as we stand together. He leads me towards the door, then down a hallway.

I don’t have the common sense anymore to ask where he is taking me.

Eventually, we make it out to a courtyard surrounded by trees. The moonlight trickles down through the leaves, and the wind floats over my skin.

“I figured you would enjoy being outside for a bit,” he says as he drops my hand. “I realized that you’d been stuck up in that room and you were probably going crazy.” 

He isn’t looking at me anymore as he rambles, favoring his shoes instead. The hand that was holding mine now rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

He looks like a boy.

Something about that thought has a laugh bubbling out of me before I can even process it, and I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle it.

Eris stops talking and looks at me with wide eyes.

“What?” He questions incredulously, “What did I say that was funny?” 

His reaction only fuels my amusement and I start to laugh openly.

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s just,” I say while trying to catch my breath, “this is the most normal interaction I’ve had in a while.”

My laughter subsides, although the smile remains, and I exhale. For just a moment, I don’t feel like I’m drowning.

Eris smiles and starts walking into the trees as I follow.

We wander and talk about nothing until the sun peaks through the canopy.

I smile the whole time.

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I’m at the desk tonight.

Again.

Although this time no drafts litter the floor, and my eyes are dry. The sleek black pen is weighted in my hand, and it feels as if I do not hold it, I will float away. A small, crisp sheet of parchment lay in front of me, empty aside from Rhys’ name at the top. The thought of writing my father makes me want to throw up.

I sit staring at the rough scratch of my handwriting for what seems like hours. 

What am I supposed to say to him?

Sighing, I lean back, the mahogany floorboards creaking under me. I should write him, the thought persists in my mind. This being one of the few times I’ve had the energy to drag my body to the chair, to pick up the pen, I know that if I do not write home now I won’t at all.

Gripping the pen tightly, I drag the tip across the paper, the sound grating against my ears.

Rhysand,

I am safe.

Am I? I know that it will calm his worried mind if I say I am, and as much as I don’t want to trust Eris, I can’t help but relax when he’s nearby. That doesn’t mean I should. It doesn’t mean I shouldn’t either, I think to myself.

Before I lose myself in my thoughts, I sign the letter and fold it. 

I haven’t tried using my powers since that night, but I can’t risk this getting into the wrong hands. I don’t know who has sticky fingers here.

Focusing on the small rectangle that has become a temporary lifeline, I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

It sends small earthquakes through my lungs.

Warmth licks at my bones, a smothered fire reigniting, and I try to focus on my brother’s face as it grows. Slowly the warmth gets stronger, heating me through until it almost burns when all at once it disappears.

I open my eyes as another earthquake shakes my body.

The letter is gone.

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Eris is sitting at the edge of the bed today.

He’s visited more since we walked in the forest. I don’t complain, and neither does he. Sometimes he just sits with me, sometimes I ask him questions, sometimes he asks me.

I hardly ever answer.

Today, he reads aloud. Whether it is for his or my benefit I don’t know. I can’t remember what book he said this was, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you what it was about, I’ve been too busy examining him.

He wears a tan shirt today, tight around his shoulders and chest, billowing out gracefully around his stomach and forearms. His hair, glinting in the fading sunlight, drapes around his face and down his back.

I feel his eyes on me for a moment. If he notices my staring, he makes no comment about it.

His eyes. They burn everywhere they look over me, not that they ever stray from my own for very long. As they now sweep over the pages, I wonder how it has not burst into flames. 

Even his voice, as it drags through the air, is warm. It sticks to my insides, melting and reforming them, licking up my sides and back. 

“Are you even listening?”

I wonder if I am on fire yet.

“No,” I admit.

Eris rolls his eyes and the lines that only show when he smiles wink at me.

“I don’t want to read anymore,” I huff as I lay back on the bed.

The bed shifts and I feel him lay a few inches away from me. There are a few moments of quiet as we stare up at the ceiling.

“Why did you bring me here?” the fleeting thought makes its way through my lips.

“Because you needed help,” he states matter-of-factly, “why did you stay?”

“I don’t know.”

I don’t tell him it’s because I am scared to leave. I don’t tell him it’s because sometimes it feels like I can breathe again when he’s nearby. I don’t tell him that I am terrified I won’t be able to anymore. I don’t tell him I’m afraid that the ghosts will follow me home, but it’s easier to face them with the light of him nearby.

“I like it here,” I do tell him.

We stare at the ceiling and pretend I mean it.

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I’m going home tomorrow.

I’m going home tomorrow.

I’m going home.

The thought isn’t as comforting as it should be.

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Sun streams in as Mabel unwraps my bandages for the last time.

She is gentle as always, although chattier than usual. We make conversation, and she keeps saying things trying to make me laugh. She reminds me of a grandmother, although I have none to compare her to.

She looks back at me as she leaves the room and says a choked goodbye.

She is not smiling today. Instead, she is holding back tears as the wrinkled corners of her lips wobble.

I smile for her.

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Eris and I walk through the forest one last time today. 

It’s still early, and the birds sing happily as the rising sun warms their wings. The leaves rustle in an invisible breeze and the smell of dew coats the inside of my lungs.

We dare not break the silence between us.

Eris stands a little closer to me today than usual. I can feel the radiating warmth tickle the skin of my arm and fight the urge to engulf myself in it.

Eventually, we sit together underneath a birch tree, and I absentmindedly pick at the white wisps of bark that cling to it. 

“I hope you’ll write me,” Eris breathes. Almost too soft to hear.

Too many seconds of silence pass.

“I want to tell you something,” I say, just as softly.

I want to tell someone. Just one person.

He turns to look at me with severe eyes, and nods. We both know what I mean.

So, we sit. I talk, and he listens. I cry and he comforts. I spill the tattered messes of my insides on the ground in front of him.

He treats them like they are polished gold.

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The light is fading by the time we’re ready to leave.

Eris and I stand and dust the mud off our clothes. Eris holds out a hand and I take it as a metallic twinge takes to the air. 

We take a step and the forest I’ve spent nearly a month exploring morphs into the gray outline of my home.

Eris drops my hand as I turn around just in time to see his tall form disappear into the darkness.

I hope you’ll write me too.

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note: hehe, this was fun. if you haven't noticed i LOVE writing angst. i also love writing about mental health. speaking of, i was struggling with my own quite a bit when i was writing this chapter so i wonder if that came through or not. anyways, i really like how this turned out in the end, and i like the build-up we're getting here. its setting up really nicely for the next major plot point. also bonus points if you caught the imagery with Mabel! if not, I'll give you a hint: 🕊️. let me know what you thought, i hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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💌 some of my favorite poems for World Poetry Day 💌 

A Cloud in Trousers by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Don’t leave the room by Joseph Brodsky (the original)

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

You, Darkness by Rainer Maria Rilke

I Am Offering this Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)  

Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado by Emily Palermo

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What’s Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Dear [ ] by Nick Lantz

Dogfish by Mary Oliver

Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück

Scheherazade by Richard Siken

The End of Poetry by Ada Limón

A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin

Poems for Blok by Marina Tsvetaeva

I’m Glad Your Sickness by Marina Tsvetaeva

Wait for her by Mahmoud Darwish

The Guest by Anna Akhmatova

Listen! by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Carousel by Vahan Teryan

Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors by Richard Siken

Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light by Richard Siken

Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong

Headfirst by Ocean Vuong

Advice from Dionysus by Shinji Moon

How do y’all think Y/N will react to finding out Eris is actually her mate?

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wicked games // yukichi fukuzawa

you two shouldn’t be speaking to each other regularly, especially not since you’re from opposing sides yet you can’t help sneaking out at night to see each other, finding yourselves in the sheets of a bed from yet another hotel room.

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content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - portmafia reader - reader wears a nightgown, in her 30’s - age gap (like 15 years) - not much prep - unprotected sex - clothed sex (reader in a nightdress) - praise - nicknames (president & sweetheart) - 700 words - not beta read, we raawdog this shit

note: this is a piece for @semisgroupie ‘s collab, thank you for letting me join🫶 enjoy this piece in celebration of the new season and the fukuzawa lovers being fed, this one goes to the 5 bsd enjoyers on tumblr JEKEKEKE (also this was supposed to be longer but i got insecure lOL)

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