#ALSO. ALSO. ALSO. Actually this is going in the body hang on

[psycholuvrgirl]

the 6 date disasters: the chaperone | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: a romantic night in takes a turn when your teacher shows up.

warnings: heated make out scene, no actual smut though

a/n: i think i'm going to change my dividers...

megumi planned this whole thing out. but megumi doesn’t plan dates, he stumbles into them. he just asks to hang out and ends up making the whole ordeal romantic without trying to.

but not tonight. tonight is intentional.

his dorm is clean. and not normal fushiguro clean, it’s too clean. the room is clear of anything that could make it look lived in, bed made, not a speck of dust or dirt in the room. soft music plays from the speaker you bought him ages ago, some instrumental playlist that he spent hours on. the lights are low, a few warm candles flickering on the shelves. he looks nervous.

and very, very pretty.

his jaw is tense, his eyes flickering to you and away again. he wears a soft black shirt that you’ve never seen before, but it looks perfect on him. when you show up and smile a real smile, he flushes so fast that you think he might combust. 

you know exactly what tonight is. or at least what tonight is supposed to be, and you want it just as badly.

so you don’t make him say it out loud. you let things unfold the way he clearly wants them to, slow and soft. like the moment is sacred, because it is.

at first, you sit close to one another, legs brushing. you talk and sip on tea that you can barely taste, but the conversation is quickly replaced with long, weighty looks and quiet stillness.

when he finally leans in, you meet him halfway.

the kiss starts sweet, gentle, and familiar. but then your hands slide up his chest and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. his fingers curl tightly around your waist, and just like that the entire mood changes.

his tongue slips into your mouth as his hand finds your thigh. he tugs you onto his lap and it all happens so fast. your bodies move like a perfectly choreographed dance, tension finally snapping loose. you’re straddling him, hands in his hair, mouth hot against his.

“are you sure?” you murmur, just in case.

megumi nods. “yeah. i’ve been— fuck, i’ve been thinking about this all week.”

that does something to you, making your eyes widen and your stomach do a flip.

he tilts his head, kissing down your neck. his grip on your hips tightens and you shift against him, pulling a groan from his lips. his hands slide up your shirt and your heart pounds. he’s hard under you, you can feel it.

and then… knock knock.

you both go still, looking at the door.

“don’t,” he whispers. “don’t answer it.”

“i wasn’t gonna—”

then the door flies open.

gojo’s voice rings out, loud and casual as always. “oh, megumi,” he says in a sing-song voice, dragging out the end of the name. “i brought those snacks you like. also, we need to talk about your training schedule because—” he pauses when he looks up from the grocery bag, blinking. “oh.” he takes in every detail. you in megumi’s lap, your shirt pushed up with megumi’s hands still under it. gojo beams. “wow. about time, huh?”

you scramble off of him, trying to fix your clothes.

“get out!” megumi shouts.

gojo flops down onto his bed, megumi’s bed, with absolutely no remorse. “relax. i’m just here to check in, you weren’t answering your texts.”

“because i was busy,” megumi growls out.

gojo’s already unwrapping a candy bar. “clearly.”

“how did you even get in? i locked the door.”

“i have a key,” gojo says simply.

you sit on the edge of the bed, stunned to silence by the entire situation. you glance at megumi, who looks one inconvenience away from a felony.

he storms over and grabs gojo’s arm. “get. out.”

gojo remains limp on the covers. “you’re so tense, fushiguro. it’s unhealthy. you need to talk more about your feelings instead of getting so physical. well, maybe getting physical is just what you need—”

megumi drags gojo halfway off the bed. “i swear to god—”

gojo swings his legs off the mattress and opts to lean against the desk. “okay, okay. i’m going. but seriously? proud of you for finally getting laid.”

“we weren’t—” you protest.

gojo grins. “don’t lie to me. i walked in on a scene straight out of a fanfic. candles? music? fushiguro, you romantic dog.”

megumi looks like he might pass out.

you bury your face in your hands. “please leave.”

gojo waves as he steps out the door. “alright, alright. i’ll be in my room, being lonely and unloved.”

“have fun with that,” megumi sneers, slamming the door shut and locking it. he lets out a groan as he slumps onto the bed. “i’m going to kill him.”

you sit beside him and slip your hand into his. “you tried to kill him.”

“i had a plan for tonight,” he mutters. “a whole plan!”

you glance down at his lap and notice that he’s still… affected.

you bite your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “we could still salvage tonight.”

he turns to look at you slowly, hope in his eyes.

“besides,” you say, “he won’t come back, and everyone else is out on missions.”

a grin creeps up on megumi’s face. and then he leans back in for a kiss.

[strawberrystepmom]

"Are you in love with me?"

Even though Dante is pretending to be asleep, curled over your back with a forearm thrown over you to pin your body against his chest, the cadence of his breath changes as soon as you get the words out.

It's like you caught one and stole it for yourself – not an uncommon occurrence.

The question lingers for a second. And another. Then a few more. Thankfully you abandoned shame in pursuit of love long ago, leaving you free from the burn of rejection or pain in case that’s what the silence means.

It also helps that you are confident this is not what his silence means. 

You know he isn’t asleep, at least not all the way yet, but you can still practically feel the trepidation dripping from his fingertips where they skim your bare hip. 

“Silly me, I know you’re asleep,” a featherlight lie drops from your lips. 

He nearly exhales in relief, fingers relaxing against your skin. In response, you tense, back straightening and shoulders squaring. 

“So, I’m going to say this while I still have the courage. I am in lo–”

Dante’s hand slides from your chest to your mouth, covering it gently. 

“I am.” His disused voice rasps.

Pulling his hand down from your face, you pipe up. “You are…?”

“In love.” He kisses your temple for the briefest of seconds before lifting his chin to fully tuck his head beneath it, cradling you as though it’s what he was born to do. “Pathetically, stupidly, life changingly in love with you.”

Silence returns but your heart pounds so hard in your chest it echoes in your ears. You weren’t quite expecting him to drop the act entirely and fess up.

“This is, uh, harder than I thought it would be.”

Trying to lighten the tension, you clear your throat. “First time?”

He can’t see your cheeky smile but thankfully he can picture it.

“Yeah, actually. Never had any reason to say it to anyone else.”

What if your heart bursts? It feels like it may when you consider the implication of being the first woman he has loved aloud at the very least. Your clammy palms remain wrapped around his forearm, clutching him.

“You terrify me.”

Such a statement might not be the best method of diffusing the tension but he’ll try it anyway. 

“That’s fascinating coming from a big bad guy like you.”

Chuckling, he tightens his grip around you. His chin drops to rest against your shoulder, voice loud and clear right in your ear. “Maybe I’m not as big and bad as I look, have you ever thought about that?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, finally turning in his arms and slipping your calves between his legs. He can finally make out the smile you’ve been struggling to hide even in the dim light, his breath stolen once again. 

“All the time, handsome.” You reach up to brush his mussed hair off of his face. “Alllll the time.”

“And it never makes you love me less? I mean, let me not get ahead of myself here – you do love me, right?”

“If you would have let me finish before playing the hero you definitely would’ve heard me say it the first time. But…” 

You look away, a little flustered despite that abandonment of shame you were so proud of. 

“God, yes. I think I’ve loved you since that first night, as insane as it sounds.”

Insane or not, he’s always felt it too. 

“Oh, so that’s why you hid from me for two weeks after that?”

You roll your eyes, reaching behind him to pinch his thigh. “It was three and yeah, exactly. Now you’re getting the hang of things.”

Both of you devolve into a small fit of giggles, bodies rubbing together while sleepy laughter wracks your chest and shakes your shoulders. It dies down, the tension mostly dying with it.

Still, there’s just enough left that tells you he has more to say. 

“Permission to be honest?” He asks, in a far smaller voice than usual.

“You have my permission to be anything, Dante.”

You can only hope he understands how true it is. 

“You terrify me because I don’t think I would know how to live without you now that I’ve had the luxury of living with you.” 

Smiling, you raise your eyebrows. “The luxury, huh? What a flatterer…”

“Hey,” he warns, capturing both of your hands in one of his and pressing your fingertips against his puckered lips. “You gave me permission to be honest, remember?”

Straightening up, you purse your lips and suck them inward, pretending to shut your mouth tightly. Your wide eyed stare makes it difficult for him to keep it together, a laugh on the precipice of his tongue. Somehow, he holds back, knowing that this is his chance. 

“The luxury. The privilege. Whatever you wanna call it.” He continues, eyes soft despite the tense set of his jaw. “I don’t want to fuck it up or eventually make you regret ever signing up to be a part of this thing I call a life.”

The amusing expression on your face turns somber before his eyes. 

“Do you want to know why I eventually gave up the whole running away bit?”

Feeling guilty for dampening the sweet mood, he opts to keep quiet and simply nods in response.

“Because I wanted to be part of your life. It’s not a thing, Dante - it lives and breathes and…it matters.” You smile, shaking your head. “Your life, you, us. It’s more precious than anything to me.”

“The only thing you could ever do to disappoint me would be to hurt me.”

“I wouldn–”

“I know. Not you, not ever. You’re not the type.” You crane your neck to kiss him. “Plus, I’m almost surprisingly hard to run off once I find somewhere worth being.”

“Then I really did get lucky.”

“No. You’ve just ended up where you’ve always been meant to be.”

[ladsrlife2]

Sugar Daddy! Sylus

Sylus x Reader

You thought Sylus was just your mysterious, well-dressed sugar daddy. Then you landed an internship - only to discover he’s the CEO.

tags: 18+ nsfw/smut, sugar daddy sylus, bratty mc

Part 2 💗

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“You think you have a chance with me?”

You can’t help the disgust that floats to your face as you stare down the plain, absolutely mid male specimen standing across from you, face reddening with anger, embarrassment or both - you don’t really care. The audacity to ask for your number. Who does he think he is?

“I- Who do you think you are?”

He stutters in disbelief.

You scoff at his stupid question.

“Someone out of your league. That’s who I am.”

You ignore the growing crowd of passersby, too busy eavesdropping to move along.

You cross your arms, weight on one leg, as your pink, shiny miu miu purse hangs from your wrist.

“That doesn’t mean you can be an asshole?”

He fixes his black backpack, which, is as bland and boring as his looks.

“Actually. It does. Why should I be nice to someone who insults me?”

You rake your shiny nails through your long hair.

“I just asked for your number!”

He exclaims, both hands out in disbelief. ”Exactly.”

You say, flatly. Looking at him straight in the eyes.

He must’ve realized you’re a class A bitch that can’t be reasoned with. Though he looks infuriated, he shakes his head and starts walking off.

“You need a therapist.”

He says, turning his head back one last time.

“And you need a reality check!”

You shout, smug smile on your face as you watch him scurry off in embarrassment.

Head high, you continue down the campus road to your destination.

You ignore people - guys, as usual - staring your way as you beeline for the sleek black Maserati parked by the road.

You open the passenger door and climb in.

“Someone looks happy today.”

A familiar velvety voice greets you from the driver’s seat.

You ignore his gaze on you as you fasten your seatbelt and settle your bag in the car.

“Rather, it’s the opposite.” You open the glove box and roam for your sunglasses. “Some ugly guy just asked for my number.”

You look to Sylus as you wear them.

His easy-going crimson eyes are upturned into an amused smile.

“Why do guys do that?”

“Why do guys do what. Ask for a beautiful girl’s number?” He asks, patiently.

“Ask for someone way out of their league.” You huff.

“A guy can shoot his shot.” Sylus shrugs and answers.

“Well, it’s insulting. Is what it is.” You sink down in your seat as Sylus chuckles and adjusts the gear. The car starts smoothly coursing through and out of the campus.

“So did you give him a lesson, kitten?” He asks you, eyes fixed on the road. “Is that why you look so happy today?”

“What do you mean by that?” You shoot him a sharp look, to which he smirks. “Not as much as I would’ve liked. The more I think about it. The more it infuriates me.”

“Well then,” Sylus says, voice low and easy, “I guess our kitten should buy something extra special today.”

“Oh daddy.” You hide a laugh behind your hand as you stroke his firm, thick biceps, fitted around his crimson shirt, as they flex under your touch. “You spoil me!”

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Sylus was a peculiar man. You’d had your fair share of sugar daddys, but none quite like Sylus.

In his early-40s, he was as handsome as they come - well defined, manly features honed into a strikingly, almost obsessive clean cut appearance, alongside his toned, muscular body.

The air he carried himself with asserted dominance without him even trying. There was a particular easy-going nature about him that could only be found in predators at the very top of the food chain.

So when he had suggested the particular relationship, it was like you’d hit the jackpot.

He’d spoil you with the most expensive things - from jewelry to bags, a vacation in Europe with private jets and five star hotel exclusive suites. And you’d also get to enjoy his handsome, funny, gentle, and dashing company!

But for some reason, even after months of meeting, he wouldn’t cross the line like so many others try to do eventually. He wouldn’t ask anything personal, like your family life or your closest friends. He wouldn’t get jealous, or possessive. He wouldn’t be needy about texting.

But most of all, he wouldn’t ask you to do any sexual favors.

Most he would do was place a hand around your waist as you walked or sat beside him, or pull you in for an embrace or a chaste peck on your forehead.

For some reason his gentlemanly stature made you crazy adamant on seducing him. Coerce him, push him over the edge, until he breaks the facade and makes the first move. Begs you to let him touch you.

You wouldn’t do any thing overly suggestive. That would make you the loser.

You’d linger your touches just a slight. Accidentally press your chest into him as you walked through a busy street. Touch his thigh as you laughed at something funny he said. Whisper in his ear when you didn’t really need to. Meet his gaze. Really, meet his gaze, with a suggestiveness hard to ignore.

It wasn’t long until he unraveled.

Now, after a few years into the sugardaddy-baby relationship, sex had become something he’d demanded exclusivity. Of course, with extra benefits alongside the extra condition.

Most times, like today, he’d pick you up and go for a date - some shopping, dining, and then to a hotel or his place. Sometimes, he’d call you impromptu. And you were to drop anything you were doing and visit wherever he was to have sex with him. Sometimes it would be in a car, parked remotely. Or in a fancy hotel where he was in the middle of a meeting of some sort, with some fancy business men, in a meeting hall. Or in the restroom of a fancy restaurant, for some reasons unknown.

But despite all this, he would never tell you where he worked, or what he did for a living. It made you almost certain he was a drug dealer. Or a mafia boss. of some sort.

“Ah, fuck- yes. Daddy, fuck me right there-”

Your scream echoes through the expansive hotel suite as Sylus pounds you from behind. The sound of skin slapping skin, alongside the lewd sound of squelching - from a mixture of your own juices to his cum - play in the background.

“You like that, kitten?” His fingers thread through your hair as he grips it and pulls your head back to face him. You nod, tears in your eyes from the ecstatic pleasure. Through the tears you meet his eyes, dark and focused, almost angry from pleasure and need.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Ah- if you clench like that,” A slap comes down on your ass. You moan and bury your head in the sheets. It elicits a groan from him. “-daddy’s going to have to cum again.” His deep, ragged voice scolds you, as he thrusts deeper.

Every thrust starts sending a jolt up your spine. Your body starts to tremble. Your moans muffle in the sheets.

“Raise your hips.” He orders, as your posture begins to falter. You try, but your limbs feel like jello.

He places his large two hands on your hips and sharply brings it up - just in time with a deep, controlled thrust, down to the very base of his length, his pubic bone burying itself in your ass - his glans hits your g-spot so hard, you end up screaming his name while squirting all over his cock.

“Sylus- wait- I’m still cumming-!”

You urgently exclaim as he doesn’t give you a moment to calm down. He grips your hips as you jerk and attempt to run away from the pleasure, and pounds into it relentlessly, ignoring your complaints.

“Ah, kitten, feeling, good?” He growls between each thrust. You shake your head in plea to stop the overwhelming pleasure washing over you. Another slap comes down on your ass. “Don’t lie, to daddy, you’re still squirting, so much. Ah, fuck, I told you I’m gonna cum if you clench like that-”

His groans get deeper and messier, as his thrusts that pound down relentlessly fast. The bedframe rattles as your body slams into the mattress with each fast thrust. You don’t even have it in you to moan anymore. Your mouth is agape while your body jerks and trembles while he pounds into you, until one strong thrust, where Sylus groans, deep and dirty, and you feel his cum shooting inside and coating your walls, thick and hot.

“You’re still shaking.” You hear him say from behind you, breathless, as he pulls out his length from you. You twitch again as you feel him pushing the leaking cum back in you with the tip of his length.

“I think you get more sensitive each time we do it.” He says as he turns you over to inspect you.

Dazed, you meet his languid, gentle eyes.

“Maybe my insides are slowly molding to yours.” You manage to say, swallowing hard to calm yourself down.

He leans in to press a tender kiss.

“Don’t say things like that, kitten.” He warns, after pulling back.

“Why not?” You ask him as he lies down beside you and pulls you in for an embrace.

“It’ll make me greedier.” His lips curl into a smirk.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, for starters. You have a bright future ahead of you.” He states, matter of fact.

You don’t fully understand what he says.

“Not really. Oh- right! I forgot to tell you.” You meet his inquisitive gaze as you excitedly chatter. “I got a marketing internship this summer!”

“Really? Well congratulations!” He pats your head affectionately. “At what company?”

“Onychinus!” You notice his eyes flicker. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of it. It’s a really big international trading company - apparently mostly for minerals and ores!”

“Oh really? That’s great news.” He chuckles. “When do you start?”

“June first.”

“In two weeks, huh.” His eyes have an amused light in them. “Do they pay you well?”

“As much as a grain of sand compared to you. But what can I do. That’s life, I guess.”

Sylus chuckles like he’s heard the funniest joke all week. “Right, right. If they paid all their interns as much as I do to you, I think they would have a hard time.”

“So what do you do that makes you able to spend so much money on me, huh? boss-man?” You narrow your eyes and attempt to pry his life again. Your attempt at a threatening face seems to have no effect on him.

“Oh kitten, don’t worry.” He says, amused smile playing at his lips, while he gently cups your face, his thumb stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’ll find out when the time comes.”

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On the first day of your internship, you head to the fifth floor of Onychinus head quarters - where your international digital marketing team office is located.

You’re surprised to find out that a lot of the employees at Onychinus are greatly loyal to the company. Everyone welcomes you to the family, and, though it’s only been a couple of hours, you find yourself getting swept up by the company pride everyone feels.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out the reason behind the loyalty though - apparently the CEO is hot. Like, panty dropping hot. Apparently it’s your lucky day if you get to see him walk the first floor lobby to work, where he will then take his exclusive elevator to the top most floor, to the CEO’s office.

So you’re not surprised when a collective gasp erupts from your team mates as you were lounging by the lobby cafe, drink in hand.

“Y/n! That’s the CEO! Look!” An excited co-worker taps you and whispers in your ear.

You turn to look.

You meet eyes with familiar, crimson ones, looking directly at you.

Your jaw drops at the sight of Sylus, your sugar daddy, walking through the lobby with a dozen escorts behind him.

The way the path paves itself, how everyone gawks, how he carries himself, how he commands, there’s no mistake that he’s the CEO everyone’s been talking about.

He smirks knowingly and shares a glance with you, before turning away and heading to the elevators. To his exclusive elevator everyone talks about.

“Geez Y/n, did you fall in love at first sight?” A co-worker laughs and points out, just as the lobby begins buzzing after Sylus leaves.

You press your lips shut after realizing they’d been parted this whole time. Your face flushes from embarrassment.

“He is dashing” Another says, eyes glazed over as if stuck in a daydream.

“I heard he’s not married. Who do you think a guy like him meets?”

“Probably a super model. Or an A class actor.”

You quietly listen in on the gossip for the rest of lunch.

When you return back to your office seat, you wonder if you should send him a text about it.

Something along the lines of, why didn’t you tell me earlier? like, years ago? I thought you were a drug dealer!

You’re bordering on exasperation and anger he didn’t tell you sooner, and curiosity and relief that you finally found out, when an employee quietly approaches your desk.

He’s dressed in a fancy suit, like the ones that were escorting Sylus down at the lobby earlier.

You look at him inquisitively before he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“The CEO would like to see you now. Privately.”

You nod and follow him through the building halls. A small smirk plays on your lips as you rummage through a million scenarios to find the one that will successfully corner Sylus and make him admit his fault for not telling you sooner.

And, just like always, you will get your way.

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Posting this again on my new blog :(

[ragnarockz]

Heellooooo. I come with a prompt! Many thanks for your continued worms and service 🫡

꒰ 14 ꒱ a happy trail, slick with arousal

꒰ G ꒱ saltwater

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ “i don’t need to hear you beg, pretty. your body’s doing all the talking.”

Tip Jar 💰

I've been playing out in my head a Maya x Reader idea where Maya and Reader get invited to a pool party and, well...

Maya in a bathing suit has been on my mind since this heatwave started and we are gonna RUN with it ☀️💛🔒

Lock Me Up 🔒 (Maya playlist)

BUT

Specifically using Dancehall Throwback as my inspo for this one 💛

maybeIjustwantMayaMasontofuckmewhileGasolinaisblasting

The first thing Maya told you was that was no one actually swims at pool parties.

"Do you want to look super fucking lame? God!"

And the second was that she needed to find a lounge chair that was near both the bar and wherever the cameras might be situated.

"Booze is the only thing that'll get me through this party and I also want anyone who's big to see me in my bathing suit."

You rolled your eyes as you brought your car round to the valet before the two of you stepped out into the burning Hollywood heat. Maya of course was carrying three bags plus her oversized Gucci purse. You had merely come with a small duffel with your bathing suit, some sunscreen, your wallet and a change of clothes.

Maya had eyed you suspiciously with your light way of travel but didn't comment on it; just huffed under her breath as she lugged all her things along with you.

There were already guests lining up around the mansion with drinks in their hands and obviously expensive sun hats on their heads. For a pool party, it sure seemed like everyone was dressed for just standing around and hoping that the sun bouncing off the saltwater pool would reflect back and cast a glint onto their expensive jewelry.

Maya, of course, was wearing her loops of chain and lock around her neck.

Maya moves in close to you, bumping shoulders as she turns her head. Her voice is dripping with sweetness but you know she's still using you as her assistant and not so much as something more.

"Be a good girl and bring in these bags...they should have a room for all of our shit. Oh! The white Prada bag...just take out my swimsuit and bring it out for me...and any party favors I might have stashed in there. Ok? Thanks!"

And with that, Maya drops all of her bags at your feet and is hot on her heels as she leaves you in the middle of a Hollywood pool party with no one you know around you. You glance over behind you shoulder to look at the mansion that looms behind you and wonder out of the fifty or so rooms, just where exactly would the coat room be.

You have never seen so many pointless rooms in your life but, that was of course the end result of someone with too much money and not enough creativity. You peer into another room and find some bags scattered around. It'll have to do.

You place all of Maya's belongings and your one bag tucked away in one of the corners so you hope you'll be able to find it whenever the party ends. You take out your own swimsuit first and sunscreen. You opted for a sleek black top that looks more like a sports bra than a bikini top and ribbed black shorts to match. You set your things aside so you can go digging through Maya's Prada bag and wonder what exactly she packed.

The bag, of course, only has her swimsuit in it. Party favors were probably stashed away in another bag but she didn't tell you to go rifling through those. You pull out her swimsuit and are instantly shocked that it's not a bikini but a one piece.

That is, until you unfold it and turn it around to see the front.

It's black except for the red and green bar with GUCCI plastered right over the tits. It's a halter, scoop neck and high leg. The price tag still hangs it at a chilling $1,050.

You instantly bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together.

This was definitely with you in mind in some sick and twisted way. Of course, she still had to represent her favorite brands but god...low neckline? High leg?

"Fuck, Maya..."

You suck in your breath as you gather up your things and quickly leave the room; hoping you can find your way back out of the maze that is the mansion.

You find Maya curled up on a lounger with her big sunglasses down over her eyes. She's laughing with some young blonde woman who's in a Barbie pink two piece bikini and is handing Maya a drink of some sort.

"...Well of course like, Kool-Aid was like, the best thing to happen to me, you know? Like, just...ugh! The way you like, had Ice Cube...just like the ice cubes in like, the picture of Kool-Aid? So good...you're so smart!"

The blonde chirps as Maya takes her drink from the woman and takes a long, deep chug. You stand over them in silence, not wanting to interrupt what could be a possibly important chat. You have no idea who the blonde woman is; she could be a movie producer or a director and you wouldn't even know.

Maya flicks her gaze at you but doesn't say anything; is just eyeing you and the pile of clothes in your hand. The blonde doesn't acknowledge you, not right away anyway. Maya sets her drink down before peeling herself off of the lounger and giving the blonde a quick wave before she places her hand on the small of your back and guides you around the pool towards what looks like a built-in changing hut.

Maya pushes you in first before she follows right in after you; turning quickly to lock the door behind herself.

She's got you pinned up against the wood slats before you realize what's happening. Her fingers pulling and yanking at your clothes as she tries in fervor to strip you down naked.

"Maya..."

"Look, people usually don't give a fuck if people are here, fucking around...god I mean, we could go out there and fuck on those loungers and people wouldn't even look at us but once again...no one knows about us..."

You nod dumbly as she grabs the clothes from your hands and drops them down onto the wooden bench. Her fingers then continue to ride up underneath your t-shirt until she's cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples. You bite back a heated moan as she slips her leg in between your thigh and pushes up your shorts.

"You are not wearing...whatever the fuck that is...the Gucci is for you..."

Your head tries to wrap around her words as you gaze down at the bench and eye the black Gucci bathing suit you thought was going to Maya's. It then dawns on you as she pushes her leg into your crotch a little harder, deeper that she wants you in a low cut, high leg bathing suit representing her favorite brand.

Ownership like the goddamn lock around her neck.

"...What...about yours?"

Is all you can dumbly make out as you bite back another moan and reflexively start to grind down onto her leg. She gives you one of those killer grins and it startles you that you can't see her eyes behind her sunglasses. You have no idea what her eyes are saying.

Maya tips her head down without another word; basically daring you to try and get your shit together as you grind her thigh to undress her just like she's done to you. Your hands come out and lift up the hem of her cropped sports jersey. She very casually removes her sunglasses so you don't knock them off of her face as you strip away her clothing to reveal an even more revealing bathing suit underneath.

It's, of course, Gucci but god...

Your brain is trying to keep up with your body and you start to grind just a little faster, a little harder down onto Maya's leg. She's smirking at you as she watches you soak her in. This woman was always two steps ahead of you.

Beige and ebony in colour; the Gucci logo is small and duplicates all over the suit. It's a cut out that's asymmetric and the tiny little piece that holds the top from the bottom at her left side is daringly tiny. One little scissor snip and the entire bathing suit would be severed in two. You take in her bare stomach and navel; the spot where her hips dip a little. Her breasts fill out the top part perfectly and you can see the bottom of her boobs daring to drop right out from under the small band that holds them in. You can see the outline of her nipple piercings through the fabric as well. Her necklace that hangs around her neck, heavy and layered really does complete the entire look.

"Oh, Maya...Maya..."

Your whisper turns into an almost sob as you shut your eyes tight and feel that all-familiar burst of sensation spread between your legs. Your clit is teased beyond relief and you can feel yourself contracting around absolutely nothing. Maya just laughs before she slides her leg away from between yours and without a doubt, feels the wet patch on her bare leg you've left her through your shorts.

"Put that on, Sweetness and meet me back by the lounger..."

Maya plants a hot kiss on your mouth before she turns away from you, unlocks the door and steps out into the party. You suddenly feel the heat soak into you and drench you inside out. You shakily do what she says; abandoning the bathing suit you brought in exchange for the black Gucci one she bought just for you to wear.

You feel like someone else as you step out of that hut and make your way hurriedly to Maya's lounger. She's not there. You huff and turn your head left then right and then left again. There's too many people and too much noise from the speakers as they blast Like Glue. Maya could be just about anywhere and you'd have no way to find her.

The song bleeds into No Letting Go and now you feel determined to find Maya.

Take good care of me like it's her duty Want you right by my side night and day

The bar.

She said she wanted to be able to be close to the bar and her lounger was about 6 down from the built-in bar that was swimming with people. You push yourself through the crowd of celebrities, famous people. Some are dancing, others chatting. Some are just drinking. Two men are feverishly making out. You try to look for that goddamn swimsuit and hope no one else likes Gucci as much as Maya.

When I'm with you it's alla that Alla that, yeah, yeah, yeah

You spot the blonde up against the bar; practically leaning over it as she makes grabby hands at the bartender as if that'll make them bring her her drink faster. Maya is standing beside her but in a more casual position.

Super casual.

Too casual.

Maya's hand that was on the small of your back moments ago was on the blonde's now. Daring to dip lower in past the band of her hot pink bottoms.

You feel your face burn and not from the raging heat. You push your way rather aggressively through the throngs of people until you're right up against Maya. She has her sunglasses back down over her eyes and a lopsided grin covers her face.

"Maya."

Your boss shoots you a glance but doesn't say anything at first. It takes blonde to notice you before Maya makes a move.

The move however, is not directed at you. She turns her body to press it against blonde; breasts pushed into the side of blondes' arm. Her body basically slides in between Maya's as Maya, dips her hand into blondes' bottoms and you see her fingers flex with a teasing squeeze.

"Maya!"

She merely turns her head your way but doesn't say much of anything. You can hear blonde giggling even though the music is blasting.

"Maya. Please..."

“I don’t need to hear you beg, Pretty. Your body’s doing all the talking.”

You bite your tongue as her hand slips out from blondes' bathing suit and she backs away from the woman. Blonde barely notices as she chugging down her drink. Maya pulls her sunglasses up from her nose and rests them on top of her head. Her lips purse as she looks you over; gaze resting on your chest before they travel down to your legs.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

She shrugs before she walks towards you and grabs your hand; pulling you now behind her back through the sea of guests until you're more or less in the middle of the makeshift dance floor.

No letting go, no holding back Because you are my lady

She pulls you in close; body to body and you can feel every inch of her pressing against you. You feel rigid at first, not sure what all that was back there at the bar. Maya however, doesn't seem bothered by it. Unfazed. She's basically grinding herself against you and her hand very sneakily comes round between you to cup your crotch.

"You wanna get Mommy's hand all wet for me, Sugar? You should...you love doing whatever Mommy asks you to do...don't you?"

She's loud enough so that you can hear her over the music which means, others around you could definitely hear. You glance around and no one is paying attention to you. Among all these people, it's like you and Maya are in your own little bubble.

You instinctively grind into her hand and she smiles.

You both sway to the music and use it as a cover as she expertly pulls the hem of your suit to the side so she can glide her finger up and down your wet folds. Your breath hitches and you try to keep your gaze locked with hers; try to move with the music as she does. You can see just how hard her nipples are against her suit and know she's just as turned on as you are.

Her fingers glide away and you move quickly to fix the crotch of your swimsuit. She gracefully moves behind you and presses herself up against you once more as her arms slip around your waist. Her fingers hang loosely but you know what she's doing. You lean your head back to rest against the side of her neck as she fingers you through your bathing suit from behind; grinding into your ass. You press back into her and can feel how wet she is against the round of your behind.

You feel Maya turn her face so that her cheek presses against yours. You match each other's heated breaths; breathing together as she basically gets you off while you grind into her and hope it's giving her the right amount of friction.

Her finger dips in a little deeper and she holds it there; basically asking you to come. It almost feels illegal to ruin a thousand dollar bathing suit that Maya had basically gifted you. But then, you realize, she had probably bought it for you so she could ruin you in it.

Your face flushes as you let out a whine and feel your legs turn to jello as your orgasm washes over you and instantly, the crotch of your swimsuit is now wet along with Maya's finger.

"Ohhh that's it, Sweet Thing...god...so desperate you're grinding on me, letting me finger fuck you against your swimsuit...so fucking desperate..."

You moan against Maya's ear as you press your body back onto her a little harder and try to feel more of her. Her piercings rub against your upper back and you can feel the sweat on her stomach that clings to the fine hairs above and below her navel soak your exposed back. You moan again which causes Maya to pull her finger away just to bring her entire hand down to slap your crotch and grab; pulling upwards.

Your clit throbs and you clench around nothing once more. The blunt sting sends nothing but desperation through you. Exactly what Maya had said.

You were desperate. Always desperate for whatever the fuck Maya threw your way.

You were in so deep with this woman; your boss. The lines were blurring and you knew they would never be clear ever again.

Not when she was grinding her crotch into your ass as rubbing at your pussy through your thousand dollar Gucci swimsuit.

The music drowns you out and blends you in with Maya; feeling like one moving entity as you dance and grind and allow Maya to treat you in whatever way she thinks is right.

The pool party is just getting started.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Going off anon bc i wanna get notifs to be less paranoid idk DAMNIT I KNEW IT GOT EATEN IT ALWAYS HAPPENS ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ tumblr hates me ,,

Sooo my request was um . sfw headcanons for Angstrom x soft tboy reader (soft in both ,, physical and mental sense <33) . Preferably post-canon if you've read the comics, like after he actually starts getting his shit back together when he moves back to the og universe? Maybe having reader to help him through it, getting used to living a normal life again and helping him feel better about his body AND LIKE GENERALLY WITH HIS MENTAL HEALTH <//3 idk he just. Deserves a big tiddy boyfriend to lay on instead of getting kidnapped and tortured and killed -_-

Feel free to take your time with this ask!! Ik he's a very uhm. Unusual character to write for </3 btw ill send this twice just to make sure it goes through TwT

Angstrom levy x ftm reader 

Headcanons 

Love this man and his big ass fivehead. Im getting my T injection next week, and my body hurts at having to spend almost 200 dollars for my injection, being a boy is expensive,,, 

I've been tickling my Naruto interest again,,, I just like some of the funky guys in it, a bit too much,,, 

You guys have been partners for a long time. If Angstrom has his son this this verse, then its up to you if hes yours, or if you guys got together after Angstrom had his son. 

You two are kinda divorced at this point? Since he went pretty coocoo for cocoa puffs, and divorced you to act out his plans. A split mind like his doesn't really leave room for a partner and love. 

Some part of his mind did know that he didn't want you to be in danger though, so he pretty much just walks out on you with divorce papers drawn up and all that. 

You would obviously be crushed by this, but also know that Angstrom was hanging on by a single thread, and you would know him enough to see through his meaner words and erratic behavior. 

So yeah, it hurts a lot, but you also don't do anything with the papers, but its like, in the system and all that, ya know? 

I can see all of this making you spiral as well, being more vulnerable mentally and all that, but you try to stay positive. Keeping up with the news, and also for any signs of Angstrom. 

I believe it takes a while for him to come back, and to start coming back to himself. 

When Angstrom does gather himself again, he's so ashamed and crushed about his actions, and how he left you the way he did. He also doesn't want to go back, in fear of how you will react when you see him. 

Instead of being snatched up the way he is in the comics, Angstrom can't help himself and teleports to your shared home, just to see you, or so he tells himself. Angstrom's mind is still a mess, but seeing you makes his entire being warm up. 

I can see him hovering around for a while, just to “make sure you are safe” and all that, he cant get himself to leave, as Angstrom yearns to be with you again. 

You are still trying to live your life, even if you miss your husband so much, and there are times you swear you can feel his presence but when you look there is nothing, and it just makes you feel more down in the dumps. 

You sleep wearing his old clothes, or spray his deodorant on his pillow to cuddle it because you miss him so much. It feels pathetic, even to you, but you can't help it, and when Angstrom realizes this, he feels himself start melting. 

I don't think anything specific happens that is what makes him finally come home. One night Angstrom just can't take it anymore, and can't keep telling himself that he has to stay away. 

So, when you are asleep, Angstrom teleports into your room, and slides into the bed on his side. He is too scared to touch you for a good while, just lying there and looking at you. 

But at some point, he finds himself lulled in by your warmth and the love he has for you. 

Angstrom ends up spooning you, arms wrapped around you and face resting against your shoulder as he half sleeps. Hes still too cautious and wound up to really sleep, but this is the closest he's been in who knows how long. 

When you wake up you almost think you are dreaming when you smell and feel him. You immediately want to turn around and kiss him, tears gathering in your eyes and lip wobbling. 

But Angstrom is too scared of what you will think when you see him. He looks so different and feels so different, what if you wont love him or even like him anymore?  

But you two talk, and you let out little hiccups from happy tears at him being back. Angstrom starts to crack and melt when you pick up his hands and start kissing them, just happy to have him back.

 

When you finally convince him to let you turn around, Angstrom tenses and looks off at the wall. He knows what he looks like, and he knows what others think when they see him. 

But imagine his surprise when you just let out a watery little giggle and crawl into his arms, starting to pepper kisses all over his face. 

Angstrom is tense for a few moments before he just sighs loudly and slumps against you, his kisses clumsy in ways they werent before, but still as loving and hungry. 

You can only snicker and laugh when Angstrom rolls you guys over so he can cuddle against you, burying his face in your chest and letting you hold him, his hands grabbing onto your softer parts, as he sighs and melts against you. 

Angstrom doesn't like talking about it, what happened and what he had planned, but he does let you know of a few things, and he's excited to show you his powers. 

But most of the time is spent cuddling and kissing, and just being near each other after so long.  

Perhaps you died in most universes, killed by evil versions of Invincible, which is what fueled Angstrom as much as it did, but its also what makes him cling to you more now, than he did before. 

Your softness, both physically and mentally also helps keep him above water, and pull him back to the surface when he starts floating out too far. You help soften all his new sharp edges. 

It does result in you guys being under watch... pretty much all the time now. Well, Angstrom can warp away anyone and thing that does, when you guys want to be alone, so there's that. 

But yeah... somebody, and we all know who, will want to keep an eye on your husband from now on. 

[wolfertinger]

Salem claiming Togata from Fire Punch is just like him because he's also a transman that due to circumtances can't transition so he embraces and "fronts as a woman" and "supreses his dysphoria", but like... dude, Togata HATES his body, to him, being trapped in his female body is literal hell on earth and being seen as female makes him sick, he does NOT supress his dysphoria at all, he ignores it being as destructive as he can and doing whaever he wants but because otherwise, he's got nothing else to live fore, he's hanging on a thread constantly and that's why he's a borderline lunatic sociopath, because the fact he can't medically transition due to his regeneration powers for centuries has been eating at his own sanity and he can't even die to make it stop... like, dude did we read the same manga??

tbh. i can see how a non op or gnc trans man, would feel comfort in this character. especially as the way salem has talked. it almost seems he does not want transition, partially because of his family's expected reaction to it, even though he does want to go on t.

but i genuinely do not trust salem, to actually understand a character like this. instead making him out, as "i love and accept my feminine body!"

even referring to him as a "twink, from an somewhat obscure manga". togata literally is expressing hatred, at his own femininity, especially because he cannot control it. i am aware trans people often will lean into "expected" presentations, as it is easier. but idk.

[blackcatxmagic]

"Highlight reel, hmm?" Vale mused, grinning at Dante. "So you're telling me one time with me was good enough that you've got a montage of my best moments playing in your head? Yeah, that makes sense. I'm damn good in bed." Vale immediately began to laugh, clearly just kidding (well kind of - he was confident in his sexual prowess, and Dante at least seemed to be a very satisfied partner). "Oh really?" Vale asked when he heard Dante's comment. "That's actually kind of a relief," he said. "I always wondered what my sex face looked like, but I was also afraid to ask. I'm glad to know it's not like...weird or something, like how it would look in a funhouse mirror." It had been an insecurity of Vale's, a small one, sure, but one nonetheless. "Hopefully you get to see it again sometimes," he said, grinning at Dante.

It was nice the way they were casually touching each other as they talked, no agenda, just enjoying each other's bodies. Vale definitely wanted to hang out with Dante again, and he definitely wanted to do this again, but for now, he was more than content to just enjoy the man's presence. He shivered slightly as Dante touched his shoulder, and when he squeezed his thigh, Vale felt heat pooling in his groin, though he wasn't ready for another round yet - Dante had worn him out. "Maybe I'm just fueling your ego so that you work hard to keep up to my standards," Vale suggested playfully, laughing as he said it. "No, but really...this was top tier sex." It seemed his new nickname was going to stick, and Vale said, "I need to think of something to call you. Any suggestions?"

Vale laughed along with Dante at his stomach growling. "If you remember, we were eating when a different kind of hunger took over, and now that that urge has been satisfied, the original is back with a vengeance." Vale didn't have much of an appetite usually, but he was voracious after sex, especially the kind he'd just had with Dante. "See, there you go being a tease," he bemoaned playfully. "You bring up tamales with no intention of making them for me. Why bring them up at all?" Although he was teasing Dante, that was actually something Vale wondered. Maybe it was just to tell his story, and Vale smiled, listening to Dante as he spoke. This was all so easy, which surprised Vale. It felt like Dante was letting him into a private little piece of his world, and it felt like a privilege. "Why haven't you done it in awhile?" Vale asked. That felt like a personal question, but it also felt like it was okay to ask, this moment somewhat intimate and vulnerable. "And why December?" Vale asked. "Was it like a Christmas thing?" He thought about his own family's traditions, and Vale said, "We always do something called les treize desserts, which means 'the 13 desserts,' and it's exactly what it sounds like. I can't usually try one of each on Christmas Eve itself, though one year I tried and...well, it didn't end well." Vale laughed at the memory, though it had been traumatic at the time. Sighing, Vale said, "So you make me offer sexual favors for you to even make the tamales, and then you're going to put me to work in the kitchen too. You drive a hard bargain, Dante. But I accept your terms."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The brunette grinned, and then stretched, catlike, before letting himself roll onto his side to face Vale again. “I got a whole highlight reel playin’ already,” he teased, eyes dragging lazily down Vale’s body with no shame whatsoever. “Some real Oscar-worthy scenes goin’ on in there. ‘N you? You got a damn award-winning face when you’re comin’ apart.” His fingers traced one slow line along Vale’s shoulder, feather-light. Yeah, Vale was fucking hot. 

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ At the comment about the sock guy, Dante snorted. “Okay, yeah, nah. That’s all fucked up.” The compliment that followed caused the man to smile again, and he gave Vale’s thigh a little squeeze in return. “Shit, you keep sayin’ stuff like that, I’m gonna start gettin’ a big head.” He laughed. “And I don’t mean the fun kind.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When Vale admitted that he liked being called Curly, Dante said, “Yeah? I’ll keep doin’ it.” The gearhead wasn’t looking for anything serious, but he knew he wanted to keep seeing Vale at least. When Vale’s stomach growled, Dante laughed. “Aye, that’s the sound of a man in need.” He reached over, playfully poking his side. “Can’t make tamales without masa n’ cornhusks, ‘n I really don’t think Cardinal Hill’s got an El Super.” He tilted his head then, and then said, “Well, maybe. That one restaurant sells tamales.” Admittedly, the man hadn’t visited Mama’s Cantina–it felt too much like home.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Without looking back over at Vale, he said, “Used to make ‘em with my mamá and cousins every December. Family thing. Lotta mess, lotta teasing, lotta love.” Sighing, he added, “Haven’t done it in a while. Kinda miss it.” His gaze flicked toward the other. “You fuck me like that again n’ maybe I’ll consider makin’ you some. It takes fuckin’ forever. I’m talkin’ everybody piled into a shitty little yellow kitchen, assembly stations, whole mess.” He rolled his eyes, but there was an unmistakable fondness in his voice. Pointing a finger at the other suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and said, “But you gotta help. No freeloadin’.” 

[10moonymhrivertam]

Also remember how literally everything Sherlock talked himself through in the near-death-dream got subverted for Mary’s actual death? So there was a not insignificant chunk of people expecting her to come back again?

I mentioned this in the tags but yknow what I’m bringing it up to the body so forgive me repeating myself

Remember how 4.3 aired early somewhere (German dub? Russian?) and tumblr was kinda dead set that it was a red herring episode? Silly Internet this way everyone knows it’s not a real leak cuz it’s just so bad-type attitude. And then we got the same thing in English. And there was STILL a conspiracy theory about a fourth episode?

Also. Was gonna put this in the tags but nah it goes in the body too.

Can’t believe you didn’t even mention John beating Sherlock up in 4.2. That felt so brutal to me. But I guess it was controversial at the time whether that was in-character or fucked up? That with the grief and the repressed frustration of their whole friendship it made sense? Idk I just hated it being pained as fine as a whump-enjoyer who never got emotional resolution on the s3 torture. And. Yknow. That recent bullet wound thing.

John’s grief was really controversial in general. I know my bestie and I were. Very Unkind about Martin’s choice of noise to express John’s grief. Like I know irl grief happens all kinds of ways. But my dude. You had to choose that mooing noise? On top of the direct textual contradictions to Sherlock’s near death, it made it incredibly hard to take seriously.

Every so often, I remember that like 80% of Tumblr (myself included) was completely enraptured by a show where the big twist was that the main character forgot his childhood friend was murdered by his sister, and for some reason only remembers his childhood friend ever existing as a dog.

[noctilu-uca]

"Curse ya~"

ITS MY BIRTHDAY GUYS !!!! WAOAOOWW !!

went out with some friends ~ about to go out tomorrow as well, pretty exciting !!

I drew sasara because we share the same birth month ! ,,,barely. We're both on the curb of barely even hitting/exiting october. Im on the 1st ! Hes on the 31st ! Pretty fun !! this was fun to draw, not quite a sketch but not quite a finished piece. A thing. If you will

Heres a clear picture of it !!

[phagodyke]

officially now have enough overtime to take an entire day off im gonna ask for this friday and if they don't give it to me I'm refusing to do any more overtime until they pay me the equivalent for it. WITH overtime pay. and I'll call in sick friday anyway lmao 👍

[greyedian]

oh my god I was thinking about a jayvik fallout new vegas AU and was like "hm maybe Viktor uploads himself into one of those robots until he can get a different body by like repurposing power armor or something idk" and then I remembered that this guy's name actually is Victor

[donovankinard]

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