#gonna try and sleep myself back to being okay

[gabberpopsexclusive]

please?

mean!fuckboy joost x reader

(alright. maybe i lied abt not writing fbj again. i just cant resist. yes this is the one where he shows up at your house and drunkenly begs to fuck you)

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its late, around 11pm. you don't exactly know why you're still awake, laying on your couch watching some mindless video on your phone. its not like you're waiting for something, but whatever it is deep down inside of you won't let you sleep yet.

you're snapped out of your doomscroll session by the sound of your door. you have to seriously think about who would be here this late. getting up you assume its maybe one of your friends, you knew they were going out to party tonight.

staring through the small peephole of the door, you're met with joost. his scruffy blonde hair tossed in every direction on his head. you open the door, staring at the man infront of you. to be honest, he looks disheveled.

"hey baby. i was just thinking about you at the bar- wanted to pay you a visit." his emphasis on the last word and slurring of the sentence makes you feel a mix of emotions you can't quite name. "whatever joost, i can tell you're drunk. if you need to get cleaned up here i guess its fine." you move away from the door, walking slowly into your kitchen when you hear him close the door and rush in behind you.

"to be completely honest with you, i was thinking about how sexy you were the last time we hooked up. can we fuck again?" he asks you really nonchalantly- as if it doesn't even matter that he just asked to be intimate with you. "joost, its late and you're drunk, do you think either of us have the capacity for that right now?" you ask, pouring him a glass of water in hopes to sober him up atleast a little.

"even if i was sober, my opinion wouldn't be different. please?" he pushes the water away, staring at you with a look of intent, like he won't give up no matter what you say to him. "you're gonna have to try a little harder to convince me, joost." you respond to him dryly.

"please, its embarrassing for me to even admit but i think about you every time i fuck another girl, i just need to feel myself in you again. please?" the way he's looking at you changes significantly. you can now clearly see much more desperation and need in his eyes.

you can't lie to yourself, seeing him like this is turning you on. his regular arrogant persona being stripped away is a real turn on. "if only you could be like this all the time. okay fine whatever." you mumble. "whaddidyousay? yes?" his eyes almost light up to hearing you agree. immediately he's on top of you, pushing you against the kitchen counter. his lips are nipping at your neck, and the hand that isn't holding him above you is groping your chest. it's a swift action, but you adjust quickly, reaching down to lift him from your neck and lead his lips to yours.

his hand quickly moves under your shirt, now directly on your chest, fingers moving around your nipple gently. "let's move." he says, pulling away from you breathlessly. the two of you quickly move to your bedroom, joost quickly getting on top of you. "please. tell me what to do." he says quietly. there's a small silence before you speak again. "whatever you want, baby." your words get a small whine out of him, and he quickly moves down to your shorts, pulling them down quickly. he teases you over your panties lightly before taking them off and licking a teasing stripe up your hole. tasting your wetness, he quickly inserts his fingers into you. feeling how deep his fingers go quickly ilicits a moan out of you.

he continues to finger you, occasionally adding his tongue in to work you open. the feeling of his fingers inside you is quickly overwhelming, and you feel your orgasm building inside of you. "fuck- joost-" you're pulling on his hair, a whine coming from him, you can't tell if its from pain or pleasure. "please cum on my face. i need to taste you." he pants out quickly, going back down on you quickly after. your orgasm washes over you fast, being amplified by joost licking it up right after you're done.

he comes up for air quickly, coming up to kiss you while unbuckling his pants with one hand. pulling them down, you can see the prominent spot on his boxers from his precum. you can clearly tell how badly he needs you. "can i put it in please?" he says, still almost breathless. you nod at him, and he quickly pulls off you. moving himself down, he positions himself quickly to enter you. as he begins pushing in, you can feel the stretch of him as he goes all the way in. once he's completely inside, you feel how full of him you are. "are you okay? feeling alright?" he asks. "yes, joost i'm fine." you have to admit, you like how sweet hes being. a welcome change from how he normally behaves when the two of you hook up. he begins moving inside of you, the feeling of him is immediately overwhelming.

he can feel it too, whines and whimpers lightly spilling from his lips as he moves. "i told you, nobody else feels as good as you do. fuck- nobody else can compare to you." he whines out. the desperation is both a turn on and an ego boost, quickly drawing you closer to your release. the intensity of his thrusts is quickening, but it isnt there yet. he reaches a hand up and begins to play with your chest again, a feeling which quickly adds to the pleasure. the feeling building in your stomach feels about ready to overflow. "joost, im close." you whine to him. quickly he speeds up even more, increasing the amount of pleasure you're receiving.

quickly after, you feel yourself cum all over his dick, your orgasm finally overflowing out of you. shortly after he pulls out of you, and cums all over your stomach. "fuck, let me get a towel." he pants, clearly out of breath after the immense feeling of being inside of you. he leans down to kiss you before leaving the room to clean you up.

you really like when he begs for you.

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am i evil for not adding him doing actual aftercare? maybe. did this fic take me 2 days to write and i just wanna get it done with? also yes.

enjoy! i know how requested this was.

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

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[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[fairyofthehollow]

[skrunksthatwunk]

so i didn't finish the paper on time but on the plus side i Almost know how to play mahjong now

[sensitivegoblin]

👉🏻👈🏻 if you like littles pls feel free to dm meeee

[bestfluteninja]

my roommate told me to stop thinking of myself as embarrassing for this and to be kinder to myself about it and she’s right but damn that thought pathway is well-worn

[phagodyke]

had a very weird dream the place I worked was in the marine exploration industry and I was presenting a review of a deep sea probe we were retiring and then woke up extremely abruptly bc my body started digging my uterus out with a million tiny blunt spoons YOWIEEEEOWWW

[d3cay1ngst4tic]

— FOR THESE HANDS TURN GRAY WHEN YOU TURN AWAY.

synopsis. sometimes, satoru’s convinced that you’re trying to unalive him by denying him his source of nutrient.

contents. satoru gojo x gn!reader. teen!satoru. teen!reader. crack. fluff. cursing. lil’ megumi cameo. satoru being dramatic as fuck.

★ jiah’s notes. i miss this fuckass bozo. and smolgumi.

series masterlist.

“satoru.”

satoru doesn’t like it— that edge in your voice. the kind that pries his jaw open and forces its way inside, to make him feel the way every single syllable melts like poison on his tongue. not one bit.

“. . baby,” he stammers. quiet, like he’s stepping over cracked glass— so, so gentle for your own sake, despite the shards becoming the blood that stains his hand. “listen to me. please. i didn’t mean t—”

(or more specifically, the strawberry sauce.)

“don’t even start,” and oh how he’s all but a puddle of frantic apologies dancing at the tip of his tongue, but you’re quick enough to beat him to it, “i am not listening to any excuses.”

this isn’t fair.

“but— but it gives me nutrient!” he whines out, words coming out too quickly, and you hear his voice crack a little at the edges. he probably does, too, judging by the red flush that’s been creeping up his neck ever since his ears caught the words don’t kiss me right now from your lips.

“you cannot be real about this. c’mon. just one kiss. no tongue. pinky promise j—just one,” there’s a smile on satoru’s face now— not his usual ‘i-always-get-what-i-want-but-i-whine-and-bitch-about-it-every-single-second-of-my-life-because-i-can’ way. no, there’s just pure. . terror.

(he’s never been more scandalized.)

because you— oh, he’s holding back tears right now. you. you, the love of every single life that he’s going to live. you, the one and only reason that he’s not hollow purpling tokyo’s ass when kikufukus are out of stock. you, the fucking bane of his existence—

just sentenced him to death.

(okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. you’ve just impaled a kiss ban upon him till the time you get finished with the brownies just because he chugged down the strawberry sauce like an alcoholic and his breath smells obnoxiously dizzying.)

just? satoru gapes, watching, as you move about your way in the kitchen— the rich smell of brownies that would’ve usually made him float in the air like an failed walter bros character now seeping into his very bones and making him feel sick instead.

what’s worse is that you don’t even reply to him.

(nevermind, this is a death sentence.)

oh my fucking god, he thinks, they hate me.

“darling,” he tries. again. the smile stretching a little beyond the terror and turning into frantic desperation instead. “hey. look at me. c’mere. just a bit of strawberry. bet i’m gonna taste even sweeter like this—” he croaks out a laugh which sounds like a scratchy doom alarm to his own ears, “— c’mon. i swear i—”

satoru stops abruptly when you pause. oh, finally, you’re going to look at him. you’re going to give in. fuck yes. he does a little victory dance somewhere at the back of his mind.

until—

“you smell like cough syrup.”

(a pause.)

satoru makes a sound that’s somewhere between a soaked cat who’s somehow singed at the same time and an author who’s about to write a flop-book called ‘reasons why you should suck it up and stay lonely because that’s what you shall ever be good at’.

“oh my fucking god,” he mutters, cradling his head with his syrup-stained hands, which stick to his white hair and add onto the whole tragedy he has for a soul— lingering like little specks of blood, as if they’re trying to emphasize how you’re ruining him. “i’m killing myself.”

“hey, that’s what someone said to me in roblox,” says a small, sleepy voice at the kitchen island, but satoru’s too miserable to notice. “except that they said kill yourself.”

“they said what?” you pause, raising a brow to glance at megumi— hands ceasing their movements.

“yeah,” he shrugs, trying to rub the sleep off his eyes. “i told them to get skinned alive by the person they love the most.”

“emo ass kid,” satoru says, snapping out of the reverie for a moment— only for a moment, because he’s diving straight back into the sad boy act once again after he’s down pointing and laughing at the child. “darling. please.”

megumi scowls, like he way he always does when satoru does so much as to breathe.

“says the oversized labubu."

“excuse me, i am nothing close a labubu—”

“yeah, at least they’re expensive.”

(a pause.)

“. . boy—”

“alright,” you chirp in hastily, quickly settling down any traces of violence that have already spurted into overgrown trees dangling dangerously above your head, “the brownies are in. and you,” you point at satoru, who immediately straightens up, “c’mere.”

(he might’ve beat usain bolt with that speed.)

satoru sighs, eyes almost rolling back when he sucks in a whiff of your scent— nose burying into the crook of your neck like he was made to fit there— hands cradling you close so gently, like they’re trying to memorize your body once again despite being away only for seven minutes and thirty eight seconds.

“gross, are you guys gonna kiss?” megumi pulls a face, wriggling his toes to get off the stool quickly so he wouldn’t have to witness such blasphemy, “can’t i have one moment in this house without emotional pda?”

“shut up, or i’m deleting all those gacha life videos you’ve downloaded on my phone.”

megumi gasps. “you wouldn’t.”

“kid, i will.”

“ugh, fine. but if i hear tongue noises, i’m telling tsumiki.”

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[vvifeys]

HII can I request some head cannons of the arcane girlies being eaten out/receiving oral from reader please 🙏🏾 LIKE UGHH I NEED TO SEE THEIR FACES AND REACTIONS AND HOW THEY ORGASM RAGGHHH SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME

arcane women orgasm headcanons.

a/n: this was a little bit difficult to figure out how to organize, so if it looks messy, i apologize! every section is tagged properly, if i missed anything, let me know.

vi.

tw: fingering. begging. mention of edging. light hair pulling. vi is whiny af.

you moaned into vi's pussy as soon as she pulled your hair, drawing a whine from her. you'd had vi on the edge for ages now, drawing back every time she babbled about being close.

"mm- baby, please, fuck!" her free hand fisted the bedsheets, eyes squeezing shut. another distressed moan left vi's lips as you pulled back again.

"please..." she pants, her eyes finding yours.

"please what, vi? use your words." you tease, resting your cheek against her inner thigh.

"wanna cum. please, baby, please-" she was cut off by a moan as your lips found her clit, your index and middle fingers pushing into her. you smiled a little feeling her grind her hips into you, curling your fingers in a way that made her see stars.

with a high pitched whine, half muffled by the pillow she shoved her face into, vi came all over you. she kept her eyes squeezed shut, body tense. you pulled your fingers out, drawing another noise from her as you sat up and wiped your face. you rubbed her thighs as you waited for her to come down, and once she made eye contact, you spoke.

"let's get you into the bath, hm?"

caitlyn.

tw: praise. caitlyn is also a little whiny.

"god, look at you. you're so– ah!" caitlyn was cut off by a sharp whine as your tongue found a sensitive spot in her. her hand tightened in the fabric of the blanket beside her, head tilting back.

you pushed her legs open further, hands firm on her thighs as you got as close to her as you could. your nose bumped against her clit, drawing a whimper from your lover every time.

"c'mon, baby, please. you look so pretty, fuck!" caitlyn moaned, a string of "please, baby"'s and "need it"'s falling from her lips. it didn't take her long to get close, her thighs tensing beneath your hands as her back arched off the bed.

she finished with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream. you took your time with her, licking her up and slowly rubbing her hips. caitlyn's breathing was heavy, but eventually she turned her head to look at you.

"you did so good, pretty girl. i'll get you some water, and then we can sleep, okay?"

sevika.

tw: light degradation. light praise. sevika is a little mean.

"come on, you can do better than that." sevika grunted above you. she had you on your knees between her legs as she sat on the couch. you told her you were gonna eat her out if she won her poker game, and what did she do? win, like she always does.

"you begged for this, and you can't even do it properly. i'd be better doing it myself." she tilted her head as she watched you, hips twitching every so often whenever you hit a certain angle. her words only pushed you to try harder, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

you pushed a little closer to her, tongue reaching deeper. you brought your hand up to rub her clit, priding yourself in the soft groan you earned from her. sevika was relatively quiet, so any noise from her was like praise in itself. you kept the steady pace you had, watching her get more hot and bothered by the minute.

her head fell onto the back of the couch, lips in a tight line and eyes closed. her mech hand found its way into your hair, grabbing a handful and pushing your face further into her. she spread her legs wider, head lifting to look down at you. you met her eyes, staring up at her like a lost puppy. looking at her so innocently while you were eating her out like your life depended on it did something to her.

you felt sevika's thighs tense, and could tell by the way her eyes halfway closed that she was close. your hand rubbed more harshly at her clit, tongue working overtime to help her finish. it didn't take much beyond that, and before you knew it, she was thanking you.

"god– you're such a good girl." she huffs, bringing her free hand up to wipe her forehead.

"i'm glad you think so. let's hit the shower and go to bed, im sleepy now."

mel.

tw: semi public? someone could walk in at any time. praise.

you hadnt really meant to get this far. an innocent kiss goodbye had led to eating your girlfriend out in her chair in her office. you were halfway under her desk, her legs spread as wide as they could go while still comfortably in the chair.

mel's hand was lightly petting your hair, a soft encouragement for you to keep going. she was doing her best to keep quiet, occasionally biting the sleeve of her dress. it was cute to you, your whiny girlfriend trying to not make too much noise.

"you're so good, doing so good." she tells you, voice quiet. her eyes are mostly closed, looking down at you with the most tender look on her face. the sight of you looking back up at her with puppy eyes is enough to make her thighs shake.

"fuck! come on, please-"

it never took a lot to make mel finish, hence why her breathing was already heavier than usual. all you had to do was lap at her a little faster and all of a sudden she tensed, letting out a soft whine before her body went lax. her eyes were still mostly closed, more dazed now. you pulled back, wiping your face as you stood up.

"you did so good for me. i'm gonna go grab some paper towels."

a/n: i tried to not make this super repetitive, but if it sounds like that i apologize! this is the first time i've written for everyone at one time, it threw me off. i also didn't do jinx just because i could NOT figure out how to write her without it sounding really gross. hopefully this lives up to your expectations ^^

[jjonqseob]

he's drunk... and needy

pairing: needy!san & f!reader

summary: san got drunk, and he needs you... badly.

genre: smut

tws: established relationship, mention of alcohol use, cursing, drunk and needy san, drunken sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple and clit playing, headlock (it's san we're talking about), a bit of grinding, nicknames (sannie, princess, love, baby, darling), cockwarming (just a bit at the end tho).

author's note: this idea crossed my mind, and i couldn't help myself... i NEEDED to write this. i would appreciate it if you reblogged this to have more support... and stuff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT¡¡ (if there are any mistakes, ignore them... i wrote this half asleep)

word count: 2229

after a long week, the members decide to go out to hang out and have fun. originally, san didn't want to go; he wanted to stay at home with you, cuddling, kissing your pretty face, watching a movie, just being with you. but you almost kicked him out, telling him he should just have fun and enjoy himself with his friends.

it was already late, almost eleven at night. you were lying in bed. you'd waited for your boyfriend for several hours, thinking he'd come back earlier, but you'd already given up. but the noise from the front door had only just robbed you of your sleep.

you managed to hear what sounded like keys falling to the floor, and then you managed to recognize san's voice, who had cursed under his breath.

you uncovered yourself, sitting on the bed, then left the room and found your boyfriend standing in the hall, trying to take off his jacket while leaning against the wall. you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, which made san raise his head, smiling as soon as he saw you.

“princess... did i wake you up? 'm sorry...” you noticed how it was slightly difficult for him to speak, also noticing the blush that spread across his cheeks, reaching his ears.

he was drunk.

“it's okay, sannie. i was just going to sleep.” you replied as you approached him, and you confirmed that he was drunk, the strong smell of alcohol went straight into your nasal passages. “had fun tonight?” you asked as you watched san struggle to take off his shoes. “need some help with that?”

san pouted when he heard how you chuckled at his current state. “i had fun, yeah... and i don't need help, i can do it myself.” he answered as he braced one of his hands against the wall, finally managing to take off his shoes with his free hand. then, he staggered towards you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hugged you around the waist. “missed you though... so fuckin' much...” feeling his lips brush against your skin as he spoke sent shivers down your spine, but you quickly brush it off.

“i missed you too. come here, let's go to bed.” you said with a smile as your hand gently patted his back, but when you tried to pull away from him, his grip became slightly stronger.

“don't wanna go... wanna stay here with you.” he murmured while his tongue shamelessly traced your collarbone, making you squirm. “you smell so good, princess... and you're so, so pretty.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to appear disinterested, but his touch, his closeness, just him was starting to get to you.

“you can barely stand, let's just go to bed.” you kept saying as one of your hands cupped his chin, pulling him away from you, his tired eyes met yours.

“wanna kiss you so bad...” san murmured, smiling tiredly while his eyes scanned your face until they reached your lips.

“you'll be able to kiss me tomorrow, when you're sober, dummy.” you only got a whine from your boyfriend, who just pressed his body against yours.

“don't call me that.” he whined as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and you clearly smelled the alcohol on his breath, it was so strange to see him like that, so needy... and you were starting to like it.

“we'll do this, i'll give you a peck, but only if we're gonna go to bed.” you proposed, but he just pouted. and god, you just wanted to kiss those pouty lips of his, but you couldn't.

“but i don't want a damn peck! i wanna kiss you... wanna leave you breathless, princess... please.” san pleaded, looking into your eyes while one of his hands went to the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, your lips were touching, but not kissing. yet.

san gently tilted your head, giving you a small kiss, and then kissed you the way he wanted, his lips moving against yours in a clumsy, but tender way. the taste of alcohol on his lips was quite strong, but you didn't move away.

you simply couldn't resist your boyfriend, and besides, it's just a kiss.

so instead of pulling away, you kissed him back, your lips moving against his, finding the perfect rhythm to kiss him.

you were the one who broke the kiss, panting lightly, and meeting san's gaze, and a smile drawn on his lips, highlighting his dimples.

"see? you wanted it too." he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarser, and he seemed to not want to let you go at all.

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say. now let's go to bed." you replied, sighing as you led him to his room, and this time he didn't resist, instead, he just clung to you.

"you want me just for yourself, mhn? my princess' so naughty~" san chuckled as his face burried into your neck, inhaling your scent.

miraculously, you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he wobble slightly, trying to stay upright.

“you look very pretty today... have i told you that?” he kept complimenting you, while you, on your side, tried took off his shirt. “someone's eager, huh?”

you just rolled your eyes as he lifted his arms, helping you undress him, his eyes never leaving you.

“want me to take my pants off too?” he asked before a hiccup escaped his mouth, he was so cute.

“yeah, but be careful. i'm going to get your pjs." and before you could turn around to go to the closet, one of his hands grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“i love you, you know that, right?” san asked you, you just smiled while nodding, and he let go of your wrist. he was such a big softy!

after a few minutes, both of you were lying in bed, san was clinging to you tightly, hugging you from behind with his face hidden in your neck.

and you... you couldn't sleep, how could you while your cute, drunk boyfriend was rubbing his boner against your ass?

"princess... can't sleep... i need you..." he'd been like this ever since you slept together, and you were trying to ignore him, you were really trying, but he was making it so hard. "please stop ignoring me! i know you're awake." he whined, his lips brushing against your ear while his hands gripped your waist, grinding his hardness against your ass, desperate for friction.

"stop it..." you finally spoke, while you bit your lower lip, trying not to give in. "you're drunk, love. we can't do anything."

“why? i wouldn't do anything i wouldn't be sober... and i need you.” san kept protesting as one of his hands slid under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and giving it a light squeeze, finally drawing a moan from you, which made him smile widely. “plus, i know you want it too... just look at how you're squeezing your thighs.” he whispered as he gently nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “you must be soaking, princess. let me take care of you, pretty please?”

“we, fuck–”

“mhn? i prefer the term 'make love', but i think that one is okay too.” you couldn't even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious. not when his large, cold hands started roaming over your body, one of his hands slid under your shirt, massaging one of your breasts, then pinching your nipple, feeling it harden due to his touch. “my pretty princess... all mine...” he murmured against your skin as his other hand went down, going under your shorts, and starting to massage your clit over the thin fabric of your wet panties. “so damn wet already.” he teased while his hand left your breast, taking your chin, and kissing you sloppily and desperately, while his fingers kept teasing your poor clit.

“stop teasing me... please.” you almost whined before feeling how his tongue invaded your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours, and you couldn't help but moan, he swallowed every sound that came out from your lips as he kept kissing you eagerly, and as his fingers left your clit, which made you whine in response, but a small gasp left your lips when he pulled your shorts down, along with your panties, tossing them... somewhere. you heard and almost felt him pull down his own pants, followed by his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room –probably where your clothes was as well,– his hard cock springing free, leaking precum at the tip. you moaned when he brushed his tip between your ass cheeks, making you shiver.

“gonna worship every inch of your beautiful body, princess.” he took the base of his cock, aligning himself to fuck your wet pussy, then thrust into you in a dry, raw, abrupt movement, and without any warning. he groaned as your walls squeezed his length, which caused his hands to grip your hips tightly, surely leaving marks that would be noticeable tomorrow. “so fuckin' tight–” san murmured as his hips began to move mercilessly against you, fucking you as if his life depended on it, as if it were the last time he would ever see you. one of your hand gripped his forearm, digging your nails into his skin, holding him there as he continued to fuck you desperately.

while the noises you made were whimpers, moans, almost begs for him not to stop, san was almost growling.

he was never like this, seriously, never. when you two 'made love,' he was the most loving person in the world. he held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, he kissed you tenderly, always putting your pleasure above his, and not cumming until you cummed first.

but today, he was being a completely different person, his words were still... tender, but his actions were desperate, sloppy, almost wild. he was fucking you.

“my princess, my baby, my love, my darling... always so perfect.” he murmured, his words almost worshipful, his hips continuing their ministrations, his pace never changed, or slowed, he remained stable –surprisingly given his current state, but hey! he needed you,– his head leaning forward, his mouth hovering over your ear, which he licked, before taking one of your legs, lifting it while holding it tightly, managing to fuck you deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

you didn't even know where to hold on anymore, it's not like you were going to fall out of bed... or maybe you were, you didn't know, you had never seen this side of your tender and cute boyfriend... but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it. you were so close. the new position was starting to drive you crazy.

“princess, you're– you're too tight.” san whined as his grip on your hips became stronger. “means you're close, doesn't it? gonna cum all over my cock?” he murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sucking at your skin, leaving a red mark on your skin.

it seemed like he was determined to mark you.

and at his question, you just managed to let out a breathless 'yes', you were completely helpless.

but what pushed you over the edge was your boyfriend's skillful fingers starting to play quickly and sloppily with your clit again, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

and you came, all over his cock just as he said.

normally, san would have stopped, given you some time to recover, and then you would help him cum too.

but today it wasn't going to be like that, it seemed that your orgasm gave him even more energy, because he didn't stop his movements, not at all, in fact, on the contrary, he fucked you more roughly, harder. it was almost animalistical, overstimulating you, and your poor pussy.

and the worst part is that his fingers kept playing with your clit. which made you clunch his cock, and consequently, getting a strong spank on the ass, making you whimper loudly before san's free arm wrapped around your neck, putting you in a headlock, holding you tightly to keep you in place, but not enough to hurt you. you were in heaven.

your legs were shaking from overstimulation, your hands went to his arm, digging your nails in hard as he continued to hold you tightly. and another orgasm was threatening to come. you had never felt like this before, and you had never cum so quickly for the second time, but this time, you both came at the same time.

a breathless “princess–” was the only thing that you heard before his cum filled your insides completely, and your walls squeezing his cock only caused him to sink deeper inside you as the last spurts of cum painted your insides white.

the room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, their bodies drenched in sweat, and san's grip finally loosened, hugging you by the waist, and hiding his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar and sweet scent.

“now we can sleep.” his words made you let out a small, and weak chuckle.

“you're still inside me.” you managed to murmur.

“but i'm cold...”

[dollyfiles]

bsf!sarah teaching you how to squirt

cw: sarah cameron x fem!reader, wlw, mutual pining, explicit language, fingering, tit play, squirting, allusion of lesbian sex at the end

“ugh, this movie is so unrealistic,” you said, tossing a handful of popcorn in the air and catching it with your mouth. “no one falls in love that fast. like, come on, at least make it believable.” sarah laughed, brushing her blonde hair out of her face while being wrapped up in blankets. “right? im gonna throw up.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically, “exactly. like boys at our school are so hopeless. they can barely hold a conversation, let alone make a girl come.” sarah raised an eyebrow, “oh? speaking from experience?” you hesitated for a moment before shrugging.

“it’s not like it’s a secret. i’ve just… i don’t know. i feel like guys never actually know what they’re doing. like, am i supposed to feel good while you dj’ing down there?” sarah bursted out laughing. “oh my god, y/n. you’re fucking brutal.”

“just saying!” you exclaimed, laughing along. “i’ve never had a guy make me feel, like, amazing or anything. it’s hella frustrating.” you gestured vaguely. sarah smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “well, it’s definitely rare,” she said, her voice teasing.

“most of the time i just pretend.” sarah admitted, your eyes widening. “wait, really?” sarah grinned. “yea, it’s like 1 out of 3 times that i have an orgasm with a guy.. but if i do it myself, well..” she paused, “..i always squirt like crazy.”

“for real? i’ve only ever heard of that.. didn’t think it was possible, at least not for me.” you mumbled, a feeling of embarrassment creeping in. “so you’ve never..” she carefully asked, as if testing the waters. “never.” you replied bluntly, lips forming into a thin line as your body was filled with embarrassment.

that’s when sarah gathered up all her courage, blurting out the words that had been sitting in the back of her mind for the longest time now, “want me to teach you?” your brows furrowed slightly, confusion flashing across your face as you didn’t really get her implication, thinking she was just messing around. “what?”

sarah shrugged, trying to appear casual, though her heart was pounding. “why not? i mean, we’re best friends, right? who better to help you out?” you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. this was crazy. “i don’t know, sar. that’s… it’s kind of weird. don’t you think?”

“why?” she countered, leaning forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours. “it’s not like it has to mean anything. we’re both girls, we trust each other, and i just want to help you. it’s not a big deal unless you make it one.” the weight of sarah’s words hung in the air, and you found yourself wavering.

there was something about the way sarah spoke. she was so calm, yet so sure, which made you question your own hesitation. after all you were just best friends right?

“i want to help you feel good, that’s all y/n.” she smiled sheepishly, her eyes hinting a bit of hunger. and if you were being honest the thought of it slowly turned you on more than you let on. so without thinking about it for another second, you agreed, and sarah was quick to set everything up.

she layed out towels and placed soft pillows against the headboard. she definitely wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. once everything was set, she patted on the pillow. "come lie down. you’re just gonna start with some simple touches, okay?" you nodded, your back pressed against the plush pillows and looking at her with eyes full of anticipation.

"what do you need me to do?" she scooted closer to you, letting her hands caress your soft thighs, "just relax and let me take care of everything, okay?” she placed a gentle hand on your stomach, tracing small circles with her fingers. "feel comfortable?"

"yes, very comfortable." you nodded, watching her hand grip the hem of your sleep shorts, squeezing your legs together. she was quick with it, almost as if she had imagined it before, leaving you bare infront of her. her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your naked form, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"you're so pretty," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. and with the way she looked at you, you could feel the tension rise. “we need to get you nice and ready first." she explained, reaching for your wrist and placing your own hand onto your aching core.

"go slow, nice and smooth circles.” sarah whispered, guiding your fingers over your clit. "that feels really good." you gasp as your fingers began to play with your sensitive bud, sending a warm feeling to it.

she grinned and continued her observation, feeling tingles in between her own legs as you responded so positively. "mm, you're already so wet and we’ve barely even started." her soft voice and dirty words sent shivers down your spine, arching into your own touch, but it wasn’t enough. you knew you needed more, “please..”

“please what?” she smirked mischievously, blinking up at you with thick lashes. “need more..” you whimpered, feeling vulnerable under her strong gaze, but never uncomfortable. “okay then, use your fingers inside now, curl them and try to find your g-spot, the little spongy bit.” she nodded along to your actions, watching as your soft digits disappeared into your wet hole, making you gasp.

“shit—“ you cursed, the tips of your fingers searching for the little spot. it wasn’t until you found it that you were moaning out, legs twitching every time you brushed against it. “yeah, just like that.”

your own touch was light, continuous strokes inside and out, and as good as it felt in that moment you were craving something else entirely. you found sarah’s dark eyes, looking at her with longing. "touch me," you pleaded, voice shaky, as you watched her reaction.

“your own fingers not enough?” she teased, not giving you the satisfaction just yet. “please sar..” with a slowness that was almost painful, she reached out, the soft tips of her fingers brushing against your swollen clit. her unfamiliar touch immediately sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you gasped, arching into her, “fuck..”

she teased you by rubbing your wetness all over your needy cunt before slowly pushing one of her fingers inside, your hole immediately clenching around it. “shit, i didn’t expect you to be this tight, baby.”sarah smirked as she felt your tight walls clamp down on her finger.

"mm, look at that squeeze. seems like your pussy was starving for some attention." slowly, she curled her finger inward, rubbing against the rough patch of skin. heat flooded your cheeks at her words and sarah had to chuckle, if only you knew how much she was enjoying this right now.

“feeling good?” she looked up at you, biting her lower lip. “yes, oh god, yes.” your body was burning as she added a second finger, stretching you out deliciously. you were growing more confident by the second, ripping your tank top down and playing with your already hard nipples.

she watched as you fondled your tits, a groan escaping her lips at the sight. "fuck, you look so hot playing with your tits while i finger this dripping pussy." she picked up the pace, her fingers working in and out of you with ease.

"i'm so close," you whimpered, every part of your body feeling like it was on fire as she continued her relentless pace, her fingers curling just right inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. sarah felt your walls tightening around her fingers, knowing you were close to the edge. "that’s it, baby. let go for me, come all over my fingers."

she leaned down to capture one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, lust basically consuming her. “mm, ‘s too much.” you whined, a new and different kind of knot building in your stomach. “feels like i have to pee, sar.”

she nodded, not breaking away from your nipples. "that’s totally normal, baby. you’re gonna squirt. don’t fight it, just let it happen." she increased her pace, finger-fucking you faster and harder, wanting to bring you over the edge, her thumb finding your clit.

with a loud cry of her name, you let go, the whole of your body trembling as you felt your orgasm rush over you, unfamiliar fluids gushing out of your cunt and dripping all over sarahs fingers and the sheets.

she could feel a wet slick pool on the palm of her hand as you rocked against her, riding out your intense high and trying to catch your breath, “holy shit.” a soft smile spread across her face, thumb still circling your clit, “look at that. you did so fucking amazing.”

"it felt really really good sar.. thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “it was all you, no need to thank me.” she chuckled before releasing her fingers, caressing your thighs in a comforting manner right after. it really wasn’t though. and something sinful inside you was screaming to let her feel just how thankful you were.

“would you mind if i make it up to you right now?”

this is my first time writing for girl x girl and i feel like this is so bad.. 😭 this has been rotting in my drafts since january btw..

[arizonagreenteaaa]

okay last LAST part of Virgin!Choso…part 4<3 (i will probably do scenarios w Choso as a virgin in the future tho but this is the end of this lil series) other parts here: part 1. part 2. part 3.

alright….rly hope u guys like it!!<33

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Virgin Choso, who wakes up in the morning, blinking his eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

You’re laying on his chest, your arms hugging him close, breathing softly. You’d fallen asleep quickly last night, fucked out from him eating you out. He smiles at the memory of you kissing him, and how you’d said yes to being his perfect little girlfriend. He starts rubbing your back, kissing your forehead softly before moving you, he’d needed to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes now, holding it in because he didnt want to wake you, he wanted to stay with you on his chest forever.

When he leaves his bathroom he stands in his boxers and a white t-shirt outside of his bedroom, he needs a cigarette, and he wants to let his princess sleep.

He goes to his balcony and pulls out a cig from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He’s really happy he realizes, and his heart is at ease, even though it’s still burning up from how much he loves the girl sleeping in his bed.

A minute later he hears the door to his bedroom open, and the pats of your feet on the floor, walking to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.

Fuck. calm yourself Choso.

“come back to bed please,” you tell him in a small voice, hugging him closer.

His heart clenches, “of course,” he says, he could never deny you anything, And he takes your hand as you lead him back to his bed.

“Wanna show you how much i like you,” you say as you place urself in his lap, straddling him on his bed. You feel him twitching in his boxers. And when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of desperation.

“been wanting you,” he breathes out “so much and i…” he pulls you closer by your waist, wrapping his arms around you. “i touched myself…every night, thinking about your pretty face and…” he’s embarrassed to admit it and his cheeks flush.

“it’s okay…i did it too choso..” you say softly and caress his cheek.

you touched yourself thinking about him. fuck that did it for him.

“wanna be inside you…please i,” he buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips and you feel how hard he is. You’re driving him insane, sitting on his lap so pretty, with only your top and panties on. He wants to show you he’s yours, he wants you to tell him youre his.

“shhh i want you too…” you tell him and he nods,

You kiss him then, giving him little pecks around his mouth. And when you put your hand on his cock, he whines and grinds himself into you.

“wanna touch it…can i?” you say innocently and trace a finger up his cock, all the way to the tip. He whimpers, “please,” and rubs his head on your cheek.

As soon as you get his consent you put your hand down his boxers, pulling out his dick. Its so pretty. Long and thick, the tip leaking and red. And you eye the happy trail from his groin all the way to his belly button.

“look…my hand almost doesn’t fit around it…so big…” you say fascinated, studying his dick. He groans deeply, holding onto your waist. “baby i…” he’ll cum if you say shit like that, while looking so perfect on top of him.

You stroke him once slowly and he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth. it feels so good, so much better than when he’s doing it himself. He bucks up into your hand, fucking himself into it. He’s panting softly, and when you pull away his eyes are half lidded, he looks fucked out already.

“cant wait anymore please fuck,” he almost looks like hes gonna cry, looking down at your hand stroking him, “let me be inside you princess please,” he begs.

You take your hand away from his dick, and he sobs at the lack of contact. “tell me,” you say, and he knows what you mean.

“loved you ever since you smiled at me for the first time, i think about you…f-fuck i think about you all the time,” his face turns into one full of affection, “ive never done this before,” He says, and doesnt tell you that not only is he a Virgin, but he also had no clue about sex before Yuji told him. Back then something in his human heart wanted you so bad, and now all of him does.

“ive never felt this before,” he sniffles, “fuck please princess i can’t take it anymore,” he’s shaking now, trembling from his desire.

“shhh…take your clothes off,” you tell him and he obeys you, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest, his body full of scars. He pulls off his boxers and you pull off your panties.

“lay down,”

He gets on the bed, And you admire him for a moment. He’s completely naked, big chest and strong arms on full display. His hard cock leaking and stiff on his stomach.

When you get on top of him he mewls in anticipation. You put your hands on his chest, placing your pussy on his length.

He grabs your thighs tightly as he groans. Youre so wet, all for him. It makes his heart swell with pride.

You grab him and place him to your wet hole, putting his tip inside. And hes so big, your little pussy struggling to take even just his tip. You whine out and he stops you before you can sink down on him more. hes breathing heavily, cheeks a light pink, “dont wanna hurt you…” he breathes out.

“i…i can take it, just…give me a minute,” you say and bite your lip tightly. And youre so fucking adorable, how youre struggling to take his big cock, but you want to make him happy so bad, wanna have him inside you so bad.

When you finally sink down fully on him, you both moan in unison. And Choso groans at the way he can see himself poking through your tummy.

You look at him, silently asking for permission to keep going, he nods eagerly. You lift your hips and start fucking yourself on him slowly, letting out the prettiest sounds hes ever heard, It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so wet and warm. He loves this, he loves you. He whimpers and cries while you bounce on him, moving his hands to your waist.

“you’re so handsome Choso,” you say it softly to him, clenching down on his length. You think hes handsome.

Choso looses his mind.

“fuck baby i’m sorry,” He grabs your hips and flip you over so that you’re laying on your back underneath him, he slides into you again, “need to…fuck i need you,” he whines and he ruts into you fast and desperate.

You’re moaning so pretty now. he keeps going.

“mine…mine mine mine mine,” he breathes.

You look up at him with your pretty big eyes, letting out the cutest sound hes ever heard. And with that he reaches his high.

“fuck i love you i love you i love you,” he repeats it over and over as he fills you up with his hot cum, trembling and crying from how good he feels, while you cum around him too from the feeling of him finishing inside you.

He passes out on top of you, breathing heavily, careful not to crush you under him. You reach up and stroke his hair, calming him as he comes down from his high. He nuzzles his cheek into you, kissing you softly as he pulls out of you with a whimper.

He lays down next to you and cradle you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“i love being your boyfriend,” he says,

and you laugh, your body vibrating against him.

he looks at you with a smile, “what? whats funny?”

you stop to look at him again, “nothing,” you crawl on top of him then, laying flat on his chest, folding your arms and putting your head on your hands.

“fuck youre pretty,” he breathes, and you kiss him softly.

“And youre handsome…or maybe i shouldnt say that because you might go beast mode again,” you grin at him,

“shut up…” he mumbles, and you laugh even harder. “its okay…i liked it,” you say,

“say that youre mine,” you look at him and his face is serious,

“im yours Choso…”

You both fall asleep to the sound of eachothers heartbeat.

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YIPPIEEE!! yeah i made reader say he went “beast mode” sue me. i was giggling bru😭😭 (she said it ironically dont worry)

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[jwnzlvr]

you… want to try what?

pairing : bf!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

summary : toji wants to piss in you, you can’t say no to him. that’s it.

wc : 1k

warnings : SMUT (mdni), piss, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), PISSING INSIDE, degradation (use of bitch, slut, just treating reader as less), pussy slapping, not proofread

notes : where would you people be without me? JOKINGIM JOKING anyways for the toji piss kink enthusiasts… this one’s for u fam 🙏🏻 also this is messy i am aware. in tired. im running on like four cups of coffee, four hours of sleep and a blueberry muffin. please enjoy.

of all the things your boyfriend wanted to try out with you, this was one of the ones you didn’t expect he’d actually want. you both sat on your shared couch, your eyes wide with toji’s latest request.

“you… want to try what?” you spoke slowly as to understand toji. he only clicked his tongue at you and crossed his arms over his chest. “why do i have to repeat myself?” he groaned out before continuing.

“i wanna try pissin’ in you. like you know when i cum in you? that but with piss.” you couldn’t help the way your jaw slowly opened at how casual he sounded about this. yeah, he definitely didn’t sound like he’d just asked for something anyone else would consider very fucking filthy. 

however, you weren’t anyone else. your interest peaked at his request. you were just as filthy as toji, you couldn’t even keep acting like you were shocked. “okay. when do you wanna try this?” you asked, dropping the whole shocked facade.

“right now.”

and that’s how you ended up on all fours, his cock pistoning in and out of you from behind. your hands gripped at the sheets while your moans were muffled by the pillows in your face.

toji had a satisfied smirk on his face as he saw how you fell apart for him. “what’s wrong, baby? this dick feel too good for you?” he’d almost snicker at you. you couldn’t even come up with a response for him. he was right, the dick did feel too good for you.

he gave a disapproving grunt at your lack of response. he moved one of his hand from your hips to your hair, tugging it to draw a small yelp out of you. “answer me, bitch. does this dick feel too good?” he borderline growled as his grip on your hair became tighter.

your head begins nodding against the pillows with loud moans interrupting your response. “yes! fuck- oh my god, toji!” his strong grip on your hair only made you more desperate for him. he gave a cocky grin at your answer. using his grip on your hair, he pulled you up to where your back was against his chest. his hips didn’t falter once during that movement.

“you know i’m the only one who can make you feel good. who owns you? who’s the only man who can fuck you this good? use that pretty little head to answer me.” his tone was derogatory. he spoke to you as if you were less than him. yet it turned you on even more.

you let out a loud whine before answering him. “you! ‘s you, toji… only you can fuck me this good.” you panted out, a moan being ripped from your throat. toji clicked his tongue approvingly. “that’s right, good girl. i knew you could answer me.” 

the way he was degrading you then switching to praising you like it was nothing was giving you extreme whiplash. you felt your high approaching, squeezing around toji. toji knew when you were about to cum. out of nowhere, his arm wrapped around your neck. he’d trapped you in a headlock.

“you gonna cum? you little slut, go ahead and cream my cock. i know you want to.” he had a sickening grin on his face. you let out choked gasps as you came around him, your whines and whimpers being distorted by the force around your neck. he groaned out loud as he came too, painting your walls white. even after he came, toji didn’t stop his thrusts. he wanted to make sure you both were overstimulated for this next part.

when he heard your little choked begs for him to stop, that it was starting to hurt, he knew it was time. he looked at your face. you were already looking lightheaded and on the verge of passing out on him. he suddenly stopped his sloppy thrusts and buried himself deep inside of you.

your eyebrows furrowed in question as to why he stopped. at least, until you finally felt it. toji looked at you with a maniacal grin. he was pissing in you. his lock on your head started to loosen just a little bit with each passing moment that he pissed inside of you. he eventually let go of your neck to fully indulge in the sensation.

toji groaned in pleasure at the feeling of letting go in your pussy. “fuck, you’re so fucking soft and warm. just made to take me. my dick, my cum, my piss. your pussy fucking loves me, doesn’t she?” his stream of piss was strong, hitting against your womb. you couldn’t help clenching on his cock as you felt fuller and fuller. 

he hissed at your grip on him, somehow pissing into you even harder. his piss began to dribble out of your hole and onto your sheets. you knew that’d be a pain in the ass to clean later that night. with each passing moment that toji pissed in you, you felt your high building up once again. you didn’t think him pissing in you would feel like heaven.

you crept your hand down to your clit and rubbed messy circles on it. you knew if you were fast enough that you’d cum just from him pissing inside of you. toji took notice of this and used one of his hands to take your hand away. his other hand came down to slap your pussy. you yelped and clenched on him, more piss flowing out of your full hole.

“did i tell you you could cum again? just finish takin’ my piss…” he’d groan out. by this point, his head was thrown back. everything just felt too good. his steady stream slowed into a dribble which ended in a few drops more. as soon as he was done, he pulled out of you. he watched in awe as his cum and piss gushed out of your clenching pussy only to drench your sheets.

he had a smirk on his face as he watched it all happen. he pressed a kiss against your neck. “thank you, baby… you did so fuckin’ good f’r me.” he praised you, his hands caressing your hips. you only turned and gave him a small glare.

“you’re cleaning all this shit up, do you understand?”

toji enthusiasts send asks or requests the brainrot is going crazy rn.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 20

starring: johnny storm x male reader x reed richards

request: Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

warnings: smut, cusring, oral sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, threesome, cheating!reed richards

with the whole building being empty it would be such a shame to not seize the opportunity for johnny to fuck you after not being able to for weeks due to the overwhelming amount of work.

johnny having you stood up as he fucked you deeply, he was spewing all kinds of shit in your ear "your ass feels so fuckin' good, i wanna give you all my cum so bad, i wish you could get pregnant" sometimes he was dumb but he was hot so it evens out.

but to the dismay of reed who was trying to get some sleep, but with being awoken by your slutty moans reaching down the hall, his cock hardening in his pants and after not being able to get off or have sex with sue in forever he was definitely complementing fucking you too.

but after hearing the way you moaned and praised the way johnny was fucking you he lifted out of his bed and walked to johnnys room, opening the door to see your ass getting plowed by johnny while standing up, but that didn't stop johnny.

meanwhile you were freaking out trying to stop him "you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get to fucking" johnny calmly said as he angled you towards a horny and sexually pent up reed, and what else could he do with a fine man like yourself right in front of him and an aching cock in between his legs, fuck you dumb.

he gives you a sloppy kiss before moving your head down to his crotch. bringing his cock out of his joggers to then slip into your mouth, his hands tightly holding your throat to fuck your throat like a sex toy.

"fuck it feels so good" he whimpers out, falling apart at the mere feeling of your tight mouth walls taking his whole length "i know right, got him all stretched out myself" johnny brags making your roll your eyes at his cockiness.

you mouth felt way better than that of sues, every night reed tried to have sex with sue she would deny him so after a few night of that you get a pent up man who needs to get of right then and right there and luckily you were the one to help him.

his thrusts into your mouth become deeper and harder as he closes in on his climax "shit can i cum down his throat" reed asks, wanting to make sure it's okay with you "don't worry y/n loves getting his holes used and cummed in, right baby" johnny asks to which your reply with a gargled 'mhm'.

reed gives a couple more thrusts into your mouth before filling you with his cum, johnny following close behind with his load spurting into your hole, filling you from both ends, lucky you, "thank you for that" reed says pulling out and putting his joggers back on.

"where do you think you're goin' you still got another hole to fill" you say panting and pulling your ass to the side and letting johnnys load drip down your leg, pulling reed back in, the fucking went on all night before sue and thing got back, you all acted like you just chilled the whole day but it was pretty obvious with that new limp you had.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you write modern Jace being a blind king? Those glasses looks THICK. Maybe reader come to his dorm and see him with his glasses?

Request: Roommates college au where there’s a mixup with the dorms and they end up in the same dorm. Imagine rooming with Jace? He’d be so cute and maybe a little nerdy idk. She moves out but they become friends…and then more than friends

The second request has been sitting in my ask for a long time (sorry). I watched Insidious: The Red Door the other day and it gave me inspiration for it (I had planned to add smut in this one but it didn't end up fitting and my laptop didn't save a few of the scenes I had written so I had to rewrite them...not as good or cute as the first time)

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When you arrived at your assigned dorm, there were already people there. One was a boy with curly hair, and the other a woman with white-blond hair. Their backs were all turned, so they didn’t see you come in with your suitcase. 

‘’No, Mom, you don't have to do that. I can do it myself,’’ he said, trying to stop her from unpacking a box. ‘’Classes don’t start until Monday.’’ 

‘’But I want to help you settle in,’’ she insisted, taking a lamp out of the box and setting it on the nightstand. ‘’My first boy is leaving for college. This is difficult for me, Jace. Let me at least help you with your bed. No one makes a bed better than a mother.’’  

Jace sighed in defeat and moved out of her way so she could make his bed. ‘’Okay. Thanks, Mom.’’ 

She grabbed sheets from another box and began making the bed. ‘’Where are your brothers and father? Taking the last boxes out of the car shouldn’t take so long. I hope they didn’t get lost on campus.’’

You watched them with jealousy, wishing your parents had dropped you off at college too. It was a rite of passage for freshman students. But you understood that your parents had jobs they could not take days off from. 

You stood there for a moment before clearing your throat to announce your presence. ‘’This is room 309?’’

Jace’s mom looked up first, giving you a kind smile. ‘’Oh, hello there. Yes, this is 309. Are you looking for someone?’’ 

‘’No. Eh, this is my dorm,’’ you said with a frown, holding your paper in your hand. ‘’It says 309.’’ 

Jace turned around, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘’That’s impossible, there must be a mistake. This is a boys hall, and boys and girls aren’t supposed to room together. It’s nothing against you, I personally don’t see a problem rooming with a girl. It’s just…not permitted.’’

‘’I know. But it says here that this is my dorm.’’ 

‘’Let me see that paper, sweetheart.’’ The blond woman looked at your paper, her eyes reading the information slowly. ‘’Oh, no. You’re right. There must be a mistake on the college’s part.’’

‘’You should go to the housing office,’’ Jace suggested with the same kind smile as his mother. ‘’They’ll switch you to another hall.’’

You nodded. ‘’I’m gonna go and see if they can solve this issue. Can I leave my suitcase here?’’ 

‘’Of course.’’ 

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The line outside the housing office was crazy due to the hoard of students coming back, so you didn't get back to your dorm until well later in the evening. There were no voices coming from inside your dorm, meaning Jace's family must have left. 

You knocked before coming in, not wanting to walk in on something you should not be seeing. But Jace did not hear you, laying on his bed with a book and headphones on. You didn’t take him for a reader, nor a glasses wearer. 

‘’What did they say at housing?’’ he asked, taking down his headphones and shutting his book. 

You walked over to the empty bed and fell down on it, exhausted. ‘’They basically said sorry for the inconvenience and that I gotta sleep here tonight. But I’ll get a new room tomorrow, so it’s not a permanent thing.’’ 

Jace hummed. ‘’Do you need help settling for the night?’’ 

You shook your head, standing. ‘’No. I’m just gonna get my pillow and blanket, and change into pajamas. There’s no point unpacking when I move again tomorrow.’’ 

Your suitcase was heavy, so you lowered it on the floor and grabbed your pillow and blanket, then rummaged through your suitcase for your pajamas. As you held up your shorts and a tee shirt, you remembered that this was a boys' hall, meaning the bathrooms would be full of boys.

Jace seemed to read your mind. ‘’Eh, I can turn around so you can change,’’ he offered. ‘’I promise I’m not gonna look. I can even take off my glasses if you want, I’m blind as a mile without them.’’

You chuckled at his offer. What a gentleman, you noted. Making sure you feel comfortable during this inconvenience. ‘’That's okay. Just turning around is fine."

He nodded and turned his back to you, facing the wall. ‘’You’re in art school?’’ he asked, making conversation as you changed so it would be less awkward. ‘’I've seen your sketchbook and art supplies beside your suitcase. Not that I snooped through your things. I promise I didn’t.’’ 

‘’Yeah,’’ you replied, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. It felt daunting to be topless in the same room as an almost-stranger, but you tried to not think too much about it. ‘’And you’re in...?'

''Political science,’’ he finished. ‘’My grandfather went to this university, so I’m following his footsteps. I’m also taking a side class in History for personal pleasure.’’

Political science was not what you expected him to say, but it made sense. With his glasses, he had the politician look — minus the sweats and tee shirt. 

What kind of weirdo takes a history class for fun? 

‘’I know what you’re thinking — history is boring. But I love learning about the past civilisations and how ancient monuments were built, it’s so fascinating. Like the Moai Statues, the Giza pyramids or the Colosseum of Rome.’’

‘’Have you ever visited one of them?’’ You slipped into your pajamas, and threw your dirty clothes on top of your suitcase. 

His lips curled into an excited grin. ‘’I have! Last year, my family and I went to Italy and my dad took me and my brother Luke to see the Colosseum. It was magnificent. I took pictures. Do you want to see?’’ 

‘’Sure.’’ 

You sat back on your bed and Jace turned back around, reaching to grab his ipad to show you the pictures he took. His passion for history could be heard as he talked about the Colosseum, telling you facts you had never heard of. Eventually, the pictures came to an end, and Jace accidentally swiped too far, showing you a picture of his brothers and him making faces in Italy. 

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・° 

You didn’t think so many people would be up early on a Saturday. The queue at the campus café was insane. All for a coffee and a bagel. 

As you walked across the quad, trying to get to the bookstore to get everything you needed for Monday, flyers were being shoved into your face, advertising for clubs, frat parties and sorority houses who were scouting for new members. You were not interested in any, but they were not taking no for answer.

A neon party? What year were they stuck into? 

You threw all the invitations in the trash.  

On your way back from the bookstore, you received an email from the housing office with your new dorm information. You could move in immediately, but needed to stop by for your new key. 

So that's what you did. 

You couldn’t wait to get to your new dorm and finally shower. 

‘’You’re already going?’’ Jace asked, coming in with a paper bag containing lunch from the café you went to this morning. 

You nodded, finishing zipping up your suitcase. ‘’I’m not going too far, though. I’m just a floor up, right above you, so if you jerk off or have a girl over, remember that I can hear all.’’

Jace’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, getting flustered.

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Although you had moved out, you found yourself standing outside your old dorm a few days later. 

‘’Howdy roomie,’’ you said when Jace opened. ‘’Let’s go out, I’m hungry.’’ 

Before he could say anything, you stepped in as if it was still your dorm and sat on the empty bed that used to be yours. They must not have found him a new roommate. On the desk, you noticed Jace’s laptop was opened along with his textbook. 

The brunet frowned, clearly confused by your presence. ‘’Eh, what are you doing here?’’ 

‘’Taking my roommate out for pizza?’’ you replied. You had not eaten since that granola bar at lunch and your stomach was screaming. 

‘’We’re not roommates anymore.’’ 

You rolled your eyes. It was a minor detail. ‘’I know, but you’re the person I’ve spent the most time with since getting here and I don’t feel like going out to eat alone. Please, Jace,’’ you said, pouting to put all chances on your side. 

He was taken back. This wasn’t a common occurrence for him. A girl knocking on his door and asking him out — platonically or not. 

His frown disappeared, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. ‘’Fine,’’ he sighed. ‘’I’ll put on my shoes.’’

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・° 

Getting pizza after class on Wednesday became a weekly rendez-vous. You sat at the same table, ordered the same toppings — pepperoni with extra cheese and red bell peppers —, and talked about anything but school. You made it an official rule on your fourth date when Jace spent the whole time biting his fingers and worrying about a paper that was due at the end of the week. 

Pizza dates were your special time to unwind and stop thinking of schoolwork.

As you both settled into your usual spot, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside. Early autumn rain was the worst. The weather was too warm to carry around a jacket, but when you didn’t have one, rain would randomly start pouring. 

You took a second slice of pizza and glanced at Jace. ‘’I’m gonna need your help for a project for my art class.’’ 

His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly swallowed his bite of pizza. ‘’Nope!’’ 

You frowned at his immediate refusal. ‘’You don’t want to help me?’’ 

‘’No! That’s not that,’’ he assured. ‘’Didn’t we make a rule that we would not be speaking of school while eating pizza? You’re breaking your own rule,’’ he pointed out. 

You sighed dramatically, leaning back in the booth. ‘’I know… But Mrs. Rosenberg told us this afternoon that we needed a model for our proportion piece and I didn’t want to forget about it. All you have to do is sit and look pretty while I draw you.’’ 

Jace raised an eyebrow. ‘’Oh, so you think I’m pretty?’’ he teased, stuffing a huge bite of pizza in his mouth before you could swat his arm.

You rolled your eyes and took a bite of your own slice. ‘’So, will you be my model?’’

He thought about it, a slight pout on his lips. ‘’What’s in it for me?’’

‘’Extra time with your favorite roommate?’’ 

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・° 

‘’Is this okay? I have a red polo somewhere. Maybe it would look better?’’ Jace asked as you laid out your art material on the second, unused, desk. 

You shook your head, and started propping up your small easel. ‘’You’re perfect like this.’’ 

He nodded slowly, his cheeks flushing a bit as he settled into position by the desk lamp you had priorly angled. The silence between you was comfortable as you began tracing Jace's features on your canvas, and you took a moment to really look at him — his curly hair, the faint freckles across his aquiline nose, the highlight of his pouty lips, and the way his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his tee shirt.

He was nervous. You immediately picked on it when you came in with your canvas and art supplies. His demeanor was different than usual. 

‘’Can you move your head slightly to the left?’’

Jace complied, the dull yellow light of the lamp hitting exactly where you wanted it. Now, you could see all the angles and edges of his face. 

‘’Yes! That’s perfect!’’

You continued tracing the contrasts and outlines of your model's face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Jace found it cute, but he kept it to himself. 

The afternoon passed. You painted and mixed colors on your palette, lost in your creative bubble while Jace was trying his best to keep his posture...which was starting to ache. Sitting completely straight for hours was more difficult than he thought.

As you were working on his complexion, you stole glances at your ex-roommate, trying to get every detail on your canvas, and noticed him shifting slightly, uncomfortable. 

‘’You know,’’ you began, breaking the silence. ‘’You don’t have to stay completely still like a statue. Feel free to move a little or adjust. I'll tell you if it doesn't work for me.’’

Jace gave a small laugh, the sound light and nervous. ‘’I’m not really used to this… Playing the model.’’

‘’I think you're doing good. Just...a bit stiff.’’

You continued painting him until the sun began to set, then called for a much deserved snack break. Jace pulled out a pack of Oreos from the snack box in his closet and your eyes turned into hearts. They were your favorite. 

‘’You really know the way to a girl’s heart,’’ you said as you took a third cookie from the pack. 

Jace smiled at you, pleased to see you enjoying them. He took a fifth one and chewed slowly as crumbs fell on his shirt. Oreos were messy. ‘’My mom sent them to me in a care package last week. I need my sugar to stay focused when I stay up late doing schoolwork.’’ 

Your heart melted at the sweet attention from Jace’s mother.  

‘’How is the painting going?’’  

‘’It’s coming together nicely. But it won’t be finished tonight. Painting takes a while. Especially portraits,’’ you replied. ‘’I need to get every little detail right. From that one curl that’s almost poking you in the eye to the dust of freckles on your nose.’’ 

The brunet’s cheeks flushed a bit at your words. He was not sure what to do with the feeling bubbling up in his stomach. Was this a compliment? Gods, he sucked with girls. 

You stayed in Jace’s dorm until one of you began yawning and it was time to call it a night. He helped you put your painting supplies away and even offered to clean your brushes in the boys’ bathrooms. This guy was a true sweetheart. 

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

The following afternoon, you approached Jace's dorm, your painting supplies tucked under your arm. A lot of students used their Sunday to do their laundry, so you hoped he was there. You should have texted him before coming.

You were about to knock, fist raised, when you paused at the door, hearing the faint sound of a facetime conversation coming from inside. 

‘’She’s not my girlfriend. Shut up, Luke,’’ Jace's voice came through, tinged with frustration.

You could imagine his cheeks heating up. 

‘’You go on dates all the time…and you said she was cute, and talented, and funny,'' Luke's voice, younger and teasing, said, recalling everything. 

You should feel ashamed for eavesdropping on a conversation about you, but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, butterflies filling your stomach. Jace had talked to his brother about you? If Luke assumed you were his girlfriend, he must have talked about you more than once. 

‘’We’re just friends. I don’t have time for a girlfriend anyway. I have a lot of schoolwork,’’ Jace interrupted, his tone firm but slightly defensive.

‘’Nerd,’’ Luke snickered. 

You didn’t meet him on moving day, but you assumed he was the kind of brother who loved to tease his siblings. From what Jace had told you, he was quite the little troublemaker. 

A few doors down, a guy walked out of his dorm with a bag of dirty clothes and sweatpants low on his hips, and stared you down as you stood in the corridor. He was walking your way, so you took this as your cue to knock on Jace’s door. The sound echoed throughout the quiet corridor, louder than you intended.

‘’Ohh is that your girlfriend?’’ 

‘’No, it's...pizza delivery. Tell Mom I’ll call her tonight,’’ he added in a softer tone. 

You heard movement inside and soon Jace opened the door, greeting you with his usual bright smile. He had glasses and gray sweats on, meaning he had likely not left his dorm at all today. 

 ‘’Hey, you’re here! I was starting to think you made other plans…’’ Jace said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

‘’Never,’’ you replied, walking past him and setting your things down like yesterday. ‘’Besides, I need to bring in my final piece Wednesday morning and I still have a lot left to paint. It would have been a poor choice to not come.’’ 

Behind you, Jace nodded. ‘’Eh, should I change into the shirt I had yesterday? Because I slept in and didn’t do laundry.’’ 

You shook your head. ‘’The color of your shirt does not matter. I’m still painting your pretty face.’’ 

Jace smiled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly; it was a nervous habit he had, you had discovered. ‘’I’ll go sit at my spot, then.’’ 

‘’Have you taken a peak while I was not there?’’ you asked as you placed the canvas and easel in front of your chair. 

You glanced over at him, half-expecting a guilty grin, but he shook his head, his dark curls bouncing slightly. ‘’No. I want to be surprised.’’ 

You finished setting your stuff up quietly. 

The sky was gray today, clouds hanging heavy as if threatening rain, so you were thankful for the artificial light you chose to use yesterday. Natural light is great, but frustrating as it changes with time and weather. 

When you began mixing colors and painting, you felt Jace’s shy gaze on you. His eyes would dart away when you almost caught him, pretending to be interested in something else, only to glance back at you a moment later. It was a silent game, one that made you smile every time you almost caught him.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・° 

About an hour into your painting, rain started to fall heavily and the sky began to shake with thunder. It echoed loudly around the room, causing the lights to flash. 

You were used to rain and thunderstorms, so you didn't think this one was strong enough to cause a power outage, but after an especially loud crack of thunder, the whole dorm went dark. 

‘’I guess that’s our cue to stop for today,’’ you said with a small laugh, barely able to see your canvas in front of you. You sighed, slightly frustrated by the interruption, and put your brush down on the easel.

Jace moved to his window, seeing the pouring rain and an impressive lightning flashing in the distance. ''Looks like it's not going to let up anytime soon.'' He glanced at your face, but was blinded by the brightness of your phone’s light. 

You quickly apologized, laughing. ‘’I didn't mean to do that,’’ you promised.

He glared at you and went back to his bed, rubbing his eyes. ‘’It’s worse with my glasses. I can’t see.’’ 

You laughed harder, directing the light to the ceiling so no one would be blinded by it. ‘’Do you think the university has a generator?’’

‘’For the academic buildings, not the residences. It would take a massive one to provide power to the whole campus,’’ Jace explained, finally starting to get his vision back. ‘’We’re stuck in the dark until it gets back.’’ 

You sighed and abandoned your side to move and sit on Jace’s bed. You could have gone back to your dorm, but you would be sitting alone in the dark. He turned his head to look at you, noticing you sitting on the edge of his bed, and moved back to make more room for you. You smiled, a silent ‘thank you’.

Thankfully, it was only mid-November, so it was not that cold. But it will get cold eventually if the power goes out for too long…

After a few hours, the power was not back. And the room had gotten a little cold, so Jace offered you one of his hoodies. It was gray and felt like a blanket on you. And it smelled like him — woodsy and comforting. 

Through this long darkness and silence, you found yourself thinking about the conversation you heard when you came to his dorm. You figured it was heavily influenced by the hoodie enveloping you. 

‘’Jace?’’ 

He hummed, sitting in his corner against his pillows. 

The words vomited out before you could stop them. ‘’Why did you tell your brother that you didn’t have time for a girlfriend when you spend all your free time with me?’’ 

The brunet was taken aback by your question. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. ‘’W-what?’’ he stammered, his cheeks flaming. ‘’How do you know—’’ 

‘’I heard you on the phone earlier. I didn't mean to listen, I just…did.’’

Jace cleared his throat and spoke quietly, his voice strained and embarrassed. ‘’You weren’t supposed to hear that...’’ He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze. ''What else have you heard?'' 

A lump of guilt knotted inside your stomach for putting him on the spot like this. ''Not much. A guy walked out of his dorm and was staring me down, so I knocked on your door to get away,'' you explained in truth. 

There was a moment of silence as Jace picked at his fingers. He was still embarrassed, but he needed to push it to the side and make something useful out of it. ‘’I told Luke I didn’t have time for a girlfriend because I don’t know how to have a girlfriend. I mean, I do know the principle. I just…don’t know how to talk to girls.’’

You smiled, finding his honesty adorable. ‘’You’re talking to me now,’’ you said with a hint of amusement hiding behind your words.

‘’And it’s exactly the problem. We’re just talking,’’ he muttered more to himself than to you. 

‘’Would you like us to do more than talking?’’ you asked flirtatiously, extending an invisible hand for Jace to grasp. 

Slowly, his gaze shifted back to you. ‘’It depends what you mean by more than talking…’’ 

There was another loud crack of thunder, echoing and shaking the walls. The loud noise made Jace jump slightly, nervous from the proximity between you. He tried to brush it off, but you grinned and inched closer to cup his face. 

''Tell me if you want me to stop.'' 

His eyes found yours and he gripped the blanket, needing something to grab to take his nerves off. ''I don't want you to stop.''

You leaned closer, your hand still on his cheek, and pressed your lips onto his. The touch of your lips sent a jolt of electricity up Jace's spine.  He gasped, having never felt so much from a simple kiss, and kissed you back without hesitation, his lips plush but chapped against yours. 

More lightning pierced the horizon outside the window, but you were too lost in each other's lips to notice. Jace's hand that was not grabbing the blanket came to rest on your hip to pull you a little closer. He was gentle and inexperienced, you could feel it in the way he was touching you. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, but a needy whine left his lips, grabbing your hip with more force and pulling you back in. He was not done kissing you.

When night came and the power finally returned, you didn’t go to your dorm. You borrowed one of Jace’s tee shirts and slid under the covers with him. You both had classes at 8am, so you simply laid together, Jace’s head on your chest while you gently rubbed his back and slowly fell asleep.

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