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Cowboy || Boothill x G/N Child! Reader (PLATONIC) - Honkai Star Rail

After he had lost his precious daughter during the IPC attack on his planet, it was no surprise Boothill would be oddly overprotective over his dear ones. Especially over you.

You were a child much like Boothill’s daughter, but you being only a tad bit older since she was only a few months old at the time. Once you had came in, Boothill made a silent vow to himself that he would protect you like you were his child, not even letting you out of his sight for a second. He just didn’t want to lose you like he lost his little girl is all!

Which was quite ironic as he had first met you through aiming his revolver at your head, thinking you were someone here to collect his bounty, only to see it was literally just a kid. He still remembers the way you almost passed out. Poor you.

So no wonder Boothill almost lost it when he noticed your tiny footsteps weren’t heard behind him anymore, what’s left of his heart instantly dropping.

Panic struck as he looked around frantically, cursing (or at least trying to) himself out for not keeping a closer eye on you while a million thoughts of what could possibly happen without his supervision on you raced through his head.

What if you had gotten seriously hurt?

What if something—or someone—took you?

What if you were stuck somewhere, stranded with a bunch of people you didn’t even know?

It was odd to see the infamous Galaxy Ranger; Boothill getting all worked up and worried over some missing kid. Why’d he care so much anyway? Was it something about you? Did he just oddly grow attached?

Or did he simply view you as someone he once cradled before it was snatched away from him abruptly?

“Mr. Boothill!”

Instantly, Boothill stopped in his tracks, pausing his search for you and spinning his head towards the familiar small voice. There you were; all safe and sound, but with tears falling down your chubby cheeks as you raced over to him.

Boothill dropped to his metallic-like knees and caught you in his arms tightly, feeling your tight grip around his shoulders as you hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder.

“I told ya not to wander off, didn’t I? To stay close to me? You could’ve gotten hurt all alone like that, you lil’ brat…” Boothill would lightly scold you, standing up while lifting you in his arms, holding you close and pinching your cheek in a scolding matter.

His grip around you was tight as if he were worried that if he let go—you’d vanish without a trace.

A hiccup left you in response, struggling to put your words together to which Boothill began to rub the small of your back as a way to calm you down, “I-I didn’t mean to…! I-I just really wanted that plushie—hiccup—over there…!” Boothill watched as your shaky finger tried pointing in the direction of the toy stand, pointing in the wrong direction in the process. But he still knew what you were referring to.

You were clearly referring to that cowboy plushie you spotted while you were walking with Boothill earlier, the one that you couldn’t avert your gaze from which Boothill also called “just a mini, knock-off” version of him. It’s quite obvious that you only wanted it because it reminded you of Boothill.

“But-but when I looked back to you, you weren’t there anymore…!”

You broke out in another fit of sobs, hugging his neck tighter, your cheeks all stained with your tears, and your nose stuffy. Your head was even beginning to throb from how much you were crying.

“You mean that little cowboy you kept lookin’ at? You got your own real-life cowboy though, don’t you?”

“Nuh-uh! I want the plushie, so I can have two of you!”

At your silly words, Boothill had to bite his lip from letting out a snicker, knowing you’d probably get even more upset, and instead decided to indulge you, “Fine, if you want it so bad that you nearly made me pop a screw, I’ll buy you it.” Boothill reassures, wiping that small tear threatening to slip down your cheek away with his cold hand. You can only sniffle and quietly nod in a meek way, rubbing your eyes.

Before Boothill can move however, you suddenly cupped his cheeks with your small hands which was pretty much the only part of his body he can feel you touch, causing him to pause and look down at you. You knocked your head against his and mumbled, “You’re my real papa, Boothill…My only papa…” You ask with a small sniffle, patting his cheeks.

Boothill stood there, stunned for a brief second before he quickly regained his composure, and sent you a toothy smile that showed off his razor sharp teeth, “What a sweet lil’ thing you are…You certainly got a way with words, don’t you?” He ruffled your hair and placed his hat directly on your head to which it fell right over your eyes, causing you to quickly try and adjust it with a small yelp as Boothill made his way over to the stand you were whining about.

This time, he was sure he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight—no matter how much you whine for him to let you run around. He already lost one kid of his, he can’t lose another one.

clara and svarog 2.0 fr

rb to give the previous person a fucking break because life aint life-ing the way its supposed to life and it fucking sucks.

Little Duckling

[Ratio x Child! Reader, Platonic]

Summary: Dr. Ratio takes responsibility of you after an experiment goes awry. Which you, a child, gets isekai’d into the work of Honkai Star Rail. Based on my headcanons here.

To add: This fic is COMPLETELY platonic and gender neutral. Readers age is not specified at all and there is no use of Y/N. New found family type of shit. Not proofread lol.

“Seems like you’re gonna be picked up late, bud.” Your teacher says after putting the call down with your parents. She gently takes your small hands and leads you to the classroom, letting you sit down on the giant rug where all the toys are.

You felt a little sad. Your parents are late again. It's been a long day for you and you want to take a rest now! But looking at your teacher, you didn’t mind spending more time with her. 

Noticing your foul mood getting better, she gives you a toy bear to play with in the meantime. “Here you go. I’ll call someone to watch over you while I go get something. Be good, okay?” You giggle as she ruffles your hair before leaving briefly. Now you’re left alone in the big classroom with a stuffed bear.

“Hello, Mr. Bear” Its stubby paws gesture to a small wave as you puppet it with your hands. A small smile escapes your lips as you play with it more. Your imagination becomes much more creative with imagining scenarios with the bear.

Perhaps you’ll take it in a cool adventure! Or.. or.. maybe somewhere scary where you defeat the evil monster!! Or go solve a mystery with Mr. Bear as a sidekick! How about all of it? Yeah!!!! You pat yourself on the back for being a smart detective in thinking about how you’ll (spend your time) go on an adventure!

Your playtime is cut short when an odd gust of wind blows past you. You look behind and a small crack of whatever is in the air. It pulsates with a soft glow, almost like it's beckoning you to come closer. An ominous feeling creeps up onto your spine and you decide that it isn’t a good thing.

The anomaly suddenly breaks apart in a maelstrom of whirring winds sucking anything nearby. From chairs, tables, toys and everything. The classroom trembles and glass starts to crack.

You act on instinct but struggle to stand up, feeling weaker and weaker. The lights flicker constantly, almost in the same erratic rhythm as your beating heart.Your senses start to dull from the sheer intensity of the situation. Tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes and yet only to be sucked in by whatever it is behind you.

“It’s hard to breathe-'' More of your tears are sucked in. Your steps to the door get lighter and lighter, till you’re practically in the air getting sucked towards the portal. And as quickly as you get sucked in, quickly your consciousness fades.

You wake up groggy with a faint ringing in your ear. Soon that ringing turns into indiscernible voices. That’s when you decide to open your eyes. The first thing you see is the blinding lights above you. You blink it all away and focus more properly in the room that you’re in. Clean white room with many digital images on the screen. The occasional beeping of machines filling the void of silence. 

Your lips feel oddly moist. Looking down, an oxygen mask is placed on you, connected to a machine that makes the rhythmic beeps that you hear. You try to try to remove the mask with your hands but that's when you notice a wire inside connected from your hand. Your unease becomes more palpable and your gaze follows the wire connecting to a bag of fluids hung on a rack.

Your breaths start to accelerate. Where the hell were you? Why are you here? What happened? Where are your parents? Where are your siblings? Where is home? Your heart hammers against your ribcage. Sweat trickling down against your forehead, despite the coolness of the room. Irrationality and fear colliding with each other in a dizzying storm.

The machine beside you beeps louder and louder. Incessantly dulling your head to think properly. Your chest starts to tighten and your sobs are unable to escape from your lips because of the bile forming in your throat. Tears well in your eyes- through your blurry vision you reach out for something. Anything.

Your hand is enveloped by something warm. It pulls you in, surrounding you completely in a dull embrace. You shut your eyes to focus on slowing your heart rate, the dullness becoming calming. Still, the intensity of your panic lingers longer. Your hands tremble, yet hold on to the warmth with an iron fist. Scared of letting it go and possibly losing it forever. 

Your senses start to come back and you hear the muffled voice of someone. With the crash of fatigue washing over you, it becomes a lullaby for you. You follow each faint word with a held breath and exhaling slowly. You settle to lean further into the warmth that envelops you, letting you fall asleep with ease.

By the time you wake up again, the warmth is already gone. Instead being poorly replaced by a blanket on you. The blinding lights back again to bite your eyes. You wince and blink rapidly to adjust yourself more. When you try to rub your eyes, your hands are held firmly by someone else.

You squint your eyes to look at them, a shade of purple is something you noticed first. Then a click of a tongue after. “Turn off half of the lights.” A man says and quickly the strain on your eyes is uplifted.

You finally adjust and you see that what was connected to your hand is now gone. But now you can also see him clearly. ‘Huh, so the purple you saw was actually his hair.’ The first thing that came to mind after noticing his hair was to greet the man in front of you. You open your mouth but your throat tightens. No voice comes out of you, so you opt to close your mouth and nod your head instead since your hands are still held back by him.

The man removes his hands from yours carefully, as if anticipating any form of sudden movement from you. You look at him, an odd pair of reddish-pink eyes looking back at you. The reflection of the light highlights the yellow ring around his pupil, consuming you in a hypnotic gaze.

Perhaps because of the peculiarity of his eyes is the reason why you’re so calm at the moment as he backs away to give you ample space to examine you properly. His gaze still unwavering, although with a hint of softness. There's a deliberate sound of calmness in the air as he asks, “Are you feeling well?”

You nod wordlessly in response, not in the mood to speak. He hums in acknowledgement before turning to the other person near the doorway of the room. You see the other person visibly flinch from his gaze and immediately leaves after excusing themself from the room.

Once alone with you, he takes a much more intentional pace in his actions as he takes out an ID from pocket and hands it to you. He points to it then to himself. “I am Doctor. Veritas Ratio. Your current doctor.” He speaks slowly, enunciating each word to make sure you understand properly.

You repeat his name in his head. Veritas Ratio. It's a very unique name that makes your curiosity spark up. He is, afterall, very peculiar. Different hair color, different eyes, different name? How very peculiar indeed!

Your curiosity must've shown when he speaks, “I will entertain your questions in the future. First-” he pauses before giving you a tablet with a blank form needing your information. “Since you can’t speak yet, you will introduce yourself with this”

You take the tablet with sheer astonishment at its sleek, high-tech design. Ratio guides you in the form. “Surely you are adept in inputting?” His question is answered with the furrow of your brows and the tilting of your head as you try to piece together what he meant. 

A small part of Ratio finds endearment from the face of your frustration. He pushes it down to focus on the matter at hand. He leans closer and taps on a blank line on the form, a keyboard appearing on the tablet. Your mood turns from frustration to one of unexpected clarity.

It works like a normal tablet- just looks more techy, you guess. You type your name slowly with your two index fingers. Each press is paired with a beep that amuses you to no end. You signal him that you finished typing by facing the front of the tablet to him with an expectant gaze. Ratio hums, acknowledging you by taking the tablet and reading your name aloud. 

Now it was his turn to look at you expectantly, as if a silent question if he’d pronounced your name correctly. A surge of delight fills you as you nod excitedly with a big smile. Ratio nods at you back. Although his face is stoic, there's a twinge of amusement from him as he watches your eyes twinkle by simply reading your name aloud. 

“Children are truly simple minded.” Ratio concluded audibly. When he notices your head tilted at him, he dismisses you, explaining that it was nothing. He hands you the tablet back and guides you to the rest of the questions in the form. 

Age. “Little one, how old are you?” Ratio asks with a raised brow. You hold up your fingers to show him how old you were. He points to the number you’re supposed to press. Mentally, he notes down the fact that you can count. He just doesn’t know how far. Perhaps he should teach you personally? Who knows what kind of fallacious education any other teacher would provide? Perhaps even… So on and so forth.

You stare at Ratio who is clearly deep in thought. You don’t know why, but currently your empty stomach doesn’t care when it growls loudly. Your face glows red with mortification before turning away from Ratio quickly. Clearly the hospital bed will be your new grave from all this embarrassment.

Your mind changes immediately though after a large hand is gently placed atop of your head. “I’ll be back with some food.” Ratio says before getting up and quickly leaving. You wait for him patiently, and to be fair, it didn’t really take a long time. As if he’s already anticipated your hunger.

The door opens to reveal Ratio holding a tray of food. He sits down next to you and you can clearly see the.. Uh.. food? Much to Ratio’s dismay, your mind quickly changes again. He observes how you looked so appalled with the food he brought. 

Why does it look like green sludge? Is he trying to feed you poison? When he brings a spoonful of whatever he brought, you turn away with a grumble. But your conscience gnaws at you. You wanna be a good kid like how your teacher said! So you, with an unbroken-probably-slightly-broken will, turn back to Ratio who still holds the spoonful to your lips. You gulp cartoonishly, mentally preparing yourself for the battle of your tastebuds.

Quickly, you take a sip and surprisingly it tastes… nothing! It's soft and easy to swallow but that's about it. Nothing special about the meal. You decide to suck it up and keep eating the small spoonfuls that Ratio gives. When you finally finish the meals, a sigh of relief escapes from you when he offers you a glass of water to wash the ‘taste’ away. 

Nonetheless, the battle of your tastebuds is over! Huzzah! But wait- you are immediately distracted by a small, yellow, glossy pudding. Your eyes light up in excitement at the sight of sweet goodness. The pudding glistens as Ratio scoops a small spoonful and feeds to you. You, of course, take a bite as fast as you can.

You savor the velvety sweetness but comforting taste that completely melts in your mouth. Each spoonful fed, the messier you get, causing Ratio to sigh, “You were eating properly earlier and now here you are with a mess on your face.” You raised your hand to wipe your face but Ratio was quicker to wipe the sides of your mouth with a wet wipe. “Let me. You’ll only make a bigger mess” He grumbles. You giggle, the first time Ratio hears your voice.

“Oh? You even have the gall to laugh at the mess you made? The sugar must’ve gotten to you already. Perhaps no more pudding for you.” 

A horrified gasp escapes your lips and immediately you grab his sleeve and tug on it over and over. You stare at Ratio with big eyes that shimmers with apologies and hope for him not to confiscate the pudding you haven’t finished yet. The more that Ratio stares, the more impossible it felt for him to say no to you. 

Although to you, he looked stoic as he was before but you came at him with some prayers and a dream to eat pudding again. Your silent pleading finally works when Ratio sighs and gives you another spoonful of pudding. “Wasting food is not a good thing after all.” You nod, this time you eat carefully so as to not make a mess, lest you give him a chance to take your pudding away again.

You take a small rest to digest properly while Ratio is out to put the empty trays away. Perhaps it was out of boredom when you yawned. By the time Ratio comes back, you were already asleep. He sighs and comes closer to properly tuck you in the bed. Once finished, he just stares at you and thinks about what he needs to do next when you wake up.

A walk in the hospital's garden, some basic hygiene, and probably a place for you to stay. Yeah, sounds good to him. But first, he’s gotta complain to the resource management about the shitty blankets they have. Ratio stands up, turning the lights off on the way to the door. Leaving you with his coat tucked around you.

A/N: That's it for now folks! This is going to have multiple chapters that'll follow my headcanons so its not over yet :3. Thank you so much for reading! A like or a reblog would be very appreciated.

Untitled (1971) by Nancy Grossman. Wood, leather and mixed media.

I have literally lost faith in humanity.

a family bids farewell to their babygirl minutes ago, on the first day of Eid. Palestinians can't even celebrate without occupation bombardment.

looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.

and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:

(ANERA donate link)

my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.

it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.

surprise pt. 1

ಌ surprise: geto suguru x masc!reader x gojo satoru

ಌ theme: a surprise that maybe should've come earlier

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, he/him reader, oral (m. receiving x2), threesome (M/M/M), masturbation, humping, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sex toy(s), expressing feelings, gojo being a fkn weirdo, cross-posted on ao3, slightly edited + solo edited

ಌ wc: 3.6k

You had fucked up.

You came home to the shared apartment alone and decided to surprise the two that were still to come home. You, Geto and Gojo had started a new thing with your relationship... There was a severe cloud of sexual tension between the three of you, and it didn’t help that you were all getting more and more touchy with each other. It started with innocent little touches, a little touch to the hand with a pinky, a tap on the knee when one of you stood up from the shared couch, a shoulder bumping into the other from standing close to each other… just the little things. Of course, this turned into thigh gripping, hand-holding, snuggling on the sofa, smacking each other’s asses when going past each other… groping areas roommates probably, maybe, shouldn’t really grab a hold of. Gojo was the first to instigate that more should happen between you with Geto standing next to him, and something in your brain screaming at you to accept the offer. You liked them both far too much to admit, and accepting their offer was a step closer to satisfying the feeling in your heart that you had for them. You really did have no idea what you were getting into because you knew it wouldn’t stop at just whacking off to porn together.

You really did fuck up this time though. That surprise you thought of? Yeah. Bad idea. The lingerie you bought, thinking it would be cute to give them something a little more than what you guys normally do… they had ripped it to shreds as soon as they saw you. Well, shreds was probably an over-exaggeration but they may as well had done just that with the amount of times you heard the threads tear. You were getting water before they got in, planning to surprise them in your room with the little piece you eyed for a week in the shop near the apartment. They had come in through the door before you could scamper back, practically nailing you to the dining table. Not even a hello before any of this happened, because Gojo was immediately telling Geto to go get ‘that’ from his room. Whatever ‘that’ was, was your second fuck up of the evening. Gojo had your hands pinned with one hand, and the other teasing your cock through whatever fabric was left. Geto came back with a certain contraption. He had brought lube and a cock ring for fucks sake, why on earth he had that was something you would never know.

“Hey, pretty boy, there’s no need to be nervous… We’re definitely just wanting to return the favour for what you’ve given us tonight.” You couldn’t really muster any words, darting between the two smug faces. Since there was only one of that contraption, you knew they had gotten it for you. With your cock already at full mast, Gojo took the ring from Geto and snapped it on at the base of your cock. The whine you let out was like music to their ears. Watching you squirm at the new feeling, like predators looking at their prey. Before you could even ask them what was planned, you were being swivelled around so that your head hung backwards slightly off of the table, head now in front of Geto’s crotch and your legs were placed atop Gojo’s shoulders. Geto grabbed one of your hands to grind down against him, and Gojo was placing his hands everywhere but where you’d very much like him right now.

“I can’t tell if you’re too excited or nervous for what we’ve had planned for a while now… Kitten, don’t worry too much. We’re taking care of you.” Anyone who didn’t know Geto would think the smile after saying that was a genuine, reassuring one. But after going further with the two, you knew that that smile meant no good. You wondered what he meant that they’d had it planned for a while, and what on earth else they’ve got cooked up in their brains to do to you the next time this sort of situation happens. You heard a lid flick open, and before you could see it, you felt the cold substance squirt down past your balls, slowly travelling to your hole. You shivered, biting your lip to stop a whine from coming out and you watched as Geto’s eyes flashed with something dangerous behind it. Hissing when the same substance was then squirted onto your cock, with one hand latched to it to lather it up nicely and a finger circling your rim. You went to look at Gojo, to see what he was going to work with. But a firm hand had held onto your jaw, holding your head back in place. Geto was purposely denying you from looking at Gojo, wanting all the attention on him and glaring at you as if you shouldn’t try it again. You didn’t even need to do anything for Geto to know you’d obey what he wanted you to do, whatever they had planned for you. You finally felt a digit plunge into you, an airy gasp leaving you at the sudden intrusion. Gojo was slow in working his finger into you, undeciding of whether this should be painfully slow for you or if he should just go for it and be a bit rougher. You stuttered in your movement of palming Geto, so he instead got straight to the point. He unzipped and pulled his cock out, tapping on your lips for permission to enter your mouth. Of course, you gladly open up for him, but instead of slowly letting you get used to it like he’d done time and time before, he pushed all the way into the back of your throat without warning. You gagged around him, earning a stuttery groan from the man. You had nearly forgotten about the other man, a thumb going over the slit on your cock head and another finger going into you, scissoring away. Gojo was biting and sucking on and around the areas near your cock, avoiding it like he wanted to save his mouth around your cock for when you were least expecting it. Moaning around Geto, causing him to shiver. He kept himself where he was in your mouth, but you were having none of it. You hummed, sucked and swallowed to coax him into moving already as it wasn’t comfortable to have him just parked there.

A hand flew to your neck, Geto finally moving in and out of your mouth painfully slow. Finally putting your mouth to good use, you hummed again in satisfaction. Gojo decided to move onto stage 2 however, three fingers in you going at a brutal pace and his tongue licking a strip up your cock, purposely sucking on the head afterwards. Just like he was avoiding your cock before, he was avoiding your prostate now. He was being brutal but was avoiding the one area that would have you seeing stars. You gripped a hand onto Geto’s thigh, squeezing onto it as if he could relay the message for Gojo to touch it already. Fuck. He just smirked at you, as if this was all part of their big plan. Gagged with a cock so you couldn’t ask for what you wanted, a ring preventing you from cumming and all the touches not hitting your sweet spots. You decided to dig your foot into Gojo’s back, almost like a warning if he didn’t touch you properly. All he did was take your cock fully into his mouth, humming around it. He wasn’t going to listen at all, so you decided to make Geto’s life a living hell instead. You did everything to make this man cum quicker, whining around his cock, coaxing him to cum by playing with his balls and gagging on demand whenever he hit the back of your throat. The man hissed, squeezing your throat in almost a warning. You kept going, if you couldn’t get what you wanted then being a brat was what they deserved.

“Shit. S-shit… Gojo, just give him what he wants already.” He was whining nonstop at this point, and before you could do more to make him beg further to the other man, Gojo started hammering his fingers onto your prostate with no warning. If you thought you were whining and moaning badly before, he just most definitely brought worse noises out of you. Your eyes were watering at this point, not only was the fingers in you abusing your bundle of nerves, but your throat was also being abused further with no sign of stopping. Gojo reached up and twisted one of your nipples, your cock being devoured by the man’s pretty mouth and the other hand working your hole open like there was no tomorrow. You felt that usual build-up in your stomach and your balls were squeezing, Gojo slipped your cock out his mouth to laugh at you and this is when you realised you weren’t getting your usual release, thumb harshly covering your slit. He kept going with his fingers, and Geto was getting off on your moans around his cock. Spit and tears were just running down your face, not really knowing what was happening anymore.

Geto’s hips were finally stuttering, but his grip on your throat was threatening in a way. You were whining, digging your feet into Gojo’s back again wondering why you weren’t cumming already. A breathy chuckle sounded from the man again, you were shaking like a leaf and your cock was twitching but nothing but little bubbles of cum were released below his thumb. You were confused, eyes blown wide as you finally felt like you came but nothing was coming out and Gojo seemed to hum in satisfaction, removing his fingers and his thumb. He had finally got you to have a dry orgasm, especially since Geto and himself had been researching like mad for months on how to do it. Geto squeezed your throat one last time before burying himself deep, releasing into your throat with a broken groan. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, not wanting any to go to waste but also so you could whine and plead to them both to just give you what you wanted as quickly as possible.

“Please,” Your voice was practically non-existent with how quietly you had said that, stuttering and shaking as you went to grab Geto’s hand as it was the closest thing to you.

“What was that? Did you say something?” Gojo’s tone was teasing, he wanted you embarrassed for sure. All you could do was whine, squeezing Geto’s hand and thrusting your hips closer to Gojo. He sighed, being a bit more kind than you expected. He pulled you closer to him by the waist, unclipping the cock ring and diving his fingers back in. You gasped at the action, realisation hitting you that you just asked for another round before getting used to the aftermath of whatever the fuck that was. Geto put a hand on your cheek, stroking and whispering pretty words to you before leaving your side to go behind Gojo. Gojo was so focused and determined to pull another orgasm from you, completely forgetting about his own release. Geto wrapped his arms around Gojo to feel him up. Gojo was grunting now, and you wanted to witness whatever was causing it. Wiping away the tears still sitting in your eyes, you watched as Gojo had a death grip on your waist. He’s trying to focus on you, but with his fingers stuttering inside you and Geto messing with his cock just the way he liked it, a hand wandering to his chest and you knew he was struggling. This time it was your turn to smirk, cooing at him to cum with you and licking your lips at him trying to get away from Geto’s hands. His eyes darkened at you, regaining his composure to hammer at your prostate again as if Geto wasn’t working him up to his.

It was like your throat cut off your whine when you finally got the release you were originally looking for, except you never expected this amount to come out of you. You couldn’t even begin to process it because you still had Mr. Blue-Eyed-Jackass attacking your prostate. It felt never-ending, squirting everywhere and having two sets of eyes on you as if they’d just struck gold. Gojo removed his fingers from your hole and came to that sight, half of it flying across one of your thighs and some of it dribbling onto the floor. Geto sighed heavily, head thumping onto Gojo’s shoulder and letting go of Gojo’s cock.

Nobody spoke for a good 5 minutes, and all you could hear was the heavy breathing of you all trying to get back down from that high. You were the first to move, you wanted to look at them properly after all of that. Geto was the second to move, awkwardly shuffling to his room and all you could do was silently wonder what he was doing. You turned back to having Gojo staring at you, smirking like the little shit he is. He had that smirk normally when he achieved something more than he was expecting to. All you could do was sigh and bring your hands up to wrap around his neck, dragging him into an embrace. Geto comes back with different pants on, and this really made you question why he made the sudden change. He caught your eyes as well, neck flushing as he turned his gaze away slightly and scratched the back of his neck. He peeked back at you, and you still didn’t understand, making grabby hands at him so he’d come closer. He came over, letting you pet his face. Gojo was the first to speak up.

“You gonna tell him why you had to shuffle away?” This earned Gojo a kick to the leg, Geto huffed and Gojo laughed. You still couldn’t pick up what they were meaning, and Geto sighed.

“I got too into it, and I came in my pants...” Geto admitted, and your eyes blew wide. You were grinning like the Cheshire cat, and he immediately pinched your cheek before you could say anything.

“That’s not even all of it, he was grinding against my ass like a bitch in heat. Didn’t even need to touch him−” You laughed a little too loud at the extra information Gojo shared, gaining another pinch to your cheek which you whined at and said ‘ow, ow, ow’ under your breath. Geto stroked the sore area now on your cheek, almost, just almost, in apology for being a bit rough.

“Can you guys help me get cleaned up though? This is getting gross as shit to sit in.” Gojo was the one to let go of you, grabbing the lube bottle and cock ring with him, moving to get a fresh set of clothes for himself, and Geto went to get a wet cloth to clean you up, picking up a pair of your boxers and one of many stolen t-shirts of theirs on the way back. You looked down at the lingerie that was still there, realising how much of a mess it was in… You’d have to trash this after only getting one use out of it. Geto was the first to come back and realised you were looking at your basically-in-shreds lingerie, holding it delicately even though it was already ruined.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” You looked up, Geto ripping the rest of the poor thing off you with ease to get you cleaned up. You sighed, just letting him do his job. There was no saving it, anyway, totally drenched in your own sweat and cum with little to no way of saving it with the tattered stitching. He put it in the trash, turning back to get you off of the table to wipe you down properly, moving to put your boxers on. He knelt down, opening them up for you to step into and hauling them up. Placing a kiss on your hip bone, he stood up and helped you into the t-shirt he chose (which most definitely wasn’t his), finishing off with a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, maybe it wasn’t so bad letting them do all of that earlier since they’re going to treat you like royalty now. Gojo finally reappears, comfy clothes on, beckoning you both to go sit on the sofa to watch “crappy tv”. You sat in between them, holding their hands and chatting shit about the tv show that was currently showing. Gojo, however, broke the silence to talk about what you guys had just done.

“We had that planned for a while, like… a long while.” You cocked your head towards him, watching his face. He never took his eyes off the screen though, so you squeezed his hand to make him look at you. He did, almost too obediently for Gojo of all people, which took you back. Why did he choose today, of all days, to actually listen to you? “We were expecting you to be asleep when we got back, but seeing you like that in the kitchen− shit.” He looked the other way this time, before continuing, “I didn’t know if you even liked anything we all did together, we thought you were just going with the flow because that’s…” He looks back to you, “That’s just the impression I got.”

“What Gojo is trying to say, is we want to do way more than that. We have way too much planned for something we weren’t even sure you’d enjoy,” Geto sighs, squeezing your hand this time. “If anything, we’re both also not really liking the relationship we all have at the moment. Personally, it’s too shallow for me to continue this sort of thing.” He turns to you, and your brain is trying to catch up with everything. You flip between Gojo and Geto, unable to get the words out. You brought their hands up to your face, hiding it away from them. They both looked at each other, wondering if they had upset you somehow. You were squeezing their hands tightly, debating your next words carefully. You don’t know if they even knew what that sentence just implied… To hell with it.

“I like you both. I like you both far too much.” You felt two squeezes back to your hands, but you were too afraid to face them. You yelped, one of them, no doubt Gojo, had just bit the back of your neck. How it didn’t draw blood is beyond you, facing up and letting go of their hands to soothe the back of your neck with a whine leaving your lips.

“You keep hiding, stop it. We both like you just as much, maybe more than you’d like to think.” Geto says, taking one of the hands on your neck to place a kiss on your palm. “We wouldn’t do as much as we do if we didn’t. I know we can both be little shits, but can’t you have a bit more faith in us?” You looked at him, moving the hand away to see him smiling a genuine one this time.

“Yeah, or do you want us to fuck it into you instead?” This sentence earned Gojo a hefty smack to the back of his head by Geto, of course, he’d have to ruin a pretty precious moment. “OW−What? Am I wrong?” Wiggling his eyebrows like the idiot he is, earns him a hearty laugh from you. “Plus, that was hot as fuck. I could go again right now.”

“Yeah, and I can’t. Everywhere is too sensitive.” You try to be as assertive as possible, which ends in a (fake) wounded Gojo. He smiles it off, shifting to put his head in your lap. Lifting a hand to grab the other one behind your neck to plop onto his hair, clearly asking for a scalp massage. You let him indulge in it, just this once, maybe. You felt Geto's arm go around you, and this was nice. It wasn’t anything new... But it felt different. This was the first time you guys actually established that this was more than just messing around.

“I should’ve done that earlier…” You intended to say that in your head, but it came out of your mouth instead. Gojo didn’t turn, small snores coming from him, but you knew better, that he was pretending. You were about to just let it go, but Geto had heard you and looked at you as if he wanted an answer to that. “The lingerie… I wanted to treat you both to something different, maybe try and get my feelings across without explicitly having to explain them.” Gojo did turn this time, looking up at you and smirking.

“So, you mean to actually say you could’ve been dicked down quicker than this? Tsk, tsk. And you say our heads are normally always in the gutter.” He smiled smugly like he just said the best thing of the night yet. You grabbed a massive bundle of his hair, yanking it roughly… This only made him do the most obnoxiously fake moan that had you and Geto in tears. “C’mon, don’t do that or I might get hard again~”

“God please don’t, you’ll be taking care of it by yourself.” Geto interjected. Yeah, this was going to be great.

pt. 2? lmk lol

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