#it's good that you're able to use your writing in a positive way like this :c

[karisana]

guess who it is AYY 🪬

i love your work sm its actually so yummy 👅👅

could we do like, headcanons of the whole band? i think itd be cutesy and open up cool prompts to more than one group of ppl ( if that makes sense)

band x hypersensitive reader? its super up to you whatever you do with this

youre super duper cool and i love ur writing smm!! take breaks and eat and drink nd all that good stuff

ur so cool twin

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it’s all too much

a/n: SURPRISE!!! it came today instead of tomorrow!! okay so if it wasnt obvious from my follow up post to this ask, i dont know a lot about hypersensitivity 😭 but since you specified that it was emotional that helped a lot! tried my best to do as much research as i could on this, i hope i got it accurate :) also ive never written headcanons before so this was kinda awkward for me and i dont think they turned out very well.. but hopefully there will be improvement 😓 these were really fun to write though!! i think headcanons are my favorite form of writing, i love to read headcanons so this was nice to do! also i tried doing the small font thing for the hcs, idk how i feel about them... i might go back and change it later 💀

paul :

• i think paul would be the most reassuring and comforting in this scenario

• it might be a bit awkward for him if the emotions you're feeling are negative assuming he's never met someone who deals with these struggles, but he makes it a point to learn what helps you to make you feel better or calm down as soon as possible

•  though, at first he might make comments like "there's nothing to worry about, love." only because he doesn't realize that doesn't help you at all and he'll see no issue with it until you have to tell him.

•  he comes to appreciate it after a while, the positive emotions at least. especially since you're more responsive to what other's need and empathetic, that could definitely be a big help to him, especially around the time the band was falling apart.  

john :

• john would (unfortunately 💔) likely be a bit of a dick about this at first.

• again, assuming they've never had to deal with anyone like this, let alone a partner, he would just brush it off and tell you you're being dramatic over nothing.

• another one that you would have to explain your feelings to and why those feelings are so heightened. 

• after though, he'd become more aware of your condition and keep his eyes on you if you're ever in a place where you could start feeling overstimulated or in any stressful situations you're going through.

• not at all afraid to tell someone off if they ever say anything negative about you or your sensitivity.

george :

• i think george would be the most responsive towards your feelings, not loudly in the way the others might be, though.

• his support shows up more as him silently grabbing your hand and pulling you out of a crowd when he notices you're starting to get overwhelmed.

• he's a bit of a difficult one though, he has his moments where he talks a lot and you get more of that when you officially get together but most of the time he does just prefer to be quiet.

• you sometimes mistake his silence for something that it's not and get frustrated because you can't understand exactly why he's being so quiet. especially because you're more sensitive to people's feelings, not being able to read his makes you feel like theres a lack of connection between you two.

• you have to eventually sit down and talk about it since its led you to have many emotional outbursts before. you get the clarity you need, even if you still worry ocassionally, he's always there to reassure you.

ringo :

• ringo, naturally, makes a bit of a joke out of your sensitivity. it might sound mean at first but he really doesn't mean to say anything with ill intent, he just likes to tease.

• he'll often use jokes and funny distractions when you're feeling a lot, almost trying to escape or avoid the seriousness of your situation.

• yet another one you have to talk to about this. he'll tone down the teasing after you guys talk but it does still slip out every now and then.

• he does start to reassure you a lot, i think that's something he would like from a partner given how he's often undermined next to the other guys.

• of course its different reassurance, but reassurance nonetheless. he wants to return the sentiment, especially if it'll make you feel better about your sensitivity.

• overall, he's pretty good about, mostly just trying his best even if it doesn't seem like it.

[miss0atae]

Tag Game: Hopeful Little Queer Shows 🌈

I was tagged by @hughungrybear (as always thank you for tagging me ♡)

There is no rule for this game and it's more complicated this way. I guess it’s all about what you want to convey with the word “hope”. I admit this is a word that I really like. It helped me when things were difficult and it still helps me (so far) when I fear of going back to the very lowest point of my life.

I looked up the definition of “hope” and the one I found was: “a positive feeling about the future, or something that you want to happen”.

So, I guess, I’m going to write about shows that gave me this positive feeling or series that shows things I wish would happen.

1. Moonlight Chicken:

I know most people connect with the story of Li Ming and Heart and I agree that it is a beautiful story. It is heart-warming and healing. However, the story that really gave me hope was Jim and Wen's story. On one side, there is the complexity of Wen and his ex-boyfriend's relationship. When a love story stops, everyone wish they could have a proper ending, but in life, it's not that easy and I think they've done a pretty good at showing how complex it can be. On the other side, we have Jim, who can't heal from his past relationship and, on top of that, he has to deal with the cost of living and economy problems. Jim and Wen started as a one-night stand that slowly evolved in something more while healing and finding closure. I admire how Wen was persistent, yet he was always tactful. I think this series shows a hopeful part of how you can overcome the difficulties in your life, while healing and moving on.

2. Be My Favorite

This is one of my comforting shows. There is something hopeful about the fact that you can have a difficult life and yet you’ll be able to change it to something better. Of course, we can’t exactly go back in time, but I see the fantasy element as just a metaphor of Kaiwn finally deciding what he wants for himself and not let the circumstances make choices for him. I like the idea that we are in charge of our own life and we can change it, if we really want it (not saying that it’s easy, but it’s a comforting idea). I think the other hopeful part that really struck with me was all the arc around Piseang learning about his sexual orientation/identity. The way he did it, the people he met who helped him and the final acceptance are things that makes me hopeful that other people who would face the same questions as Piseang, can find the right support around them to understand who they are and what they want. These characters had flaws, but they learned from their mistakes and grew. I also liked how the series emphasizes the importance of communication. It may seem too simple, but most of the problems we face could be solved if we knew how to communicate better and also listen. This is something I wish happened (and so it’s a little hope of mine).

3. Love for Love's Sake

I wrote a full paragraph about how I connect with Myung Ha because of depression, but then I deleted everything. I'm still not ready to talk about it here. It's too raw and too personal. I connected with his desire to find an goal in his life and to be helped/saved (in a way). There are so many more things to say about the portrayal of Myung Ha and how I think it was pretty good. I think this show is very hopeful, in the way that it shows how “love” is a powerful driving force in our life. I'm not only talking about romantic love, even if that's what it is shown in the series, I'm talking about all types of “love”. I guess the idea of healing is very hopeful to me because it seems like it's a constant in all the shows that I wrote about. Love for Love's Sake makes no exception.

4. Marahuyo Project

This is a series about the challenges you can face when you're part of the queer community (used here as an umbrella term) and the bliss of accepting who you are. This is a story of acceptance, resilience, courage and love. Those are all things that I would consider hopeful. I really connected with the character King. All his struggles and all his victories are something that are relatable. I think there is again the idea that your life can be difficult (here, it's living a very conservative place) and you can bring the change that would give more acceptance (in the series it is to create the first LGBTQIA+ org in their campus). Perhaps, I'm a bit naive or too simplistic. I know the challenges can be sometimes impossible for so many reasons. I just wanted to say that when you know you're not alone, it gives you some kind of comfort and maybe hope. That's how I view this series. It gave me hope for a change.

5. See Your Love

How not to love this story and these characters? This is such a beautiful story. We have Shao Peng, a deaf character, who is resilient, persistent and kind. He doesn't let his disability defines himself, but as everybody he also has sometimes doubts and fears of how people can perceive him. I think the show highlights the vulnerability we can have, but also the strength to overcome it. It also insists on the fact that you can also have the right to be “weak”, you don't always have to be seen or perceive as “strong”. Being vulnerable isn't bad. In fact, you have to show some vulnerability to be able to connect to others. In the case of Shao Peng, he really wanted to be seen for whom he is and not his disability. However, sometimes it made him feel like his vulnerability was something wrong. Thankfully, he discovers he also had the right to be vulnerable. Zi Xiang, his partner, is also a character with multiple layers: his life may seem easier, but he also has his vulnerabilities and own strength. Together, they learn how to accept it and they are very compatible. Their romance is a tender portrayal of how we can learn from each other, the importance of communication and the help we can give to one another.

6. We Are

I think the hopeful part in this series is the portrayal of friendship especially among people who are queer. You may think it's weird, but when I was the age of the characters I thought it would be impossible to find anyone who was also queer around me. I didn't live in a small city, but I felt really lonely because this is a part of me I could talk with some of my friends, but they couldn't relate because they weren't part of the community. I wasn't openly out, so I didn't dare to join any club, organization or event that would have made me meet other queer people. So, watching a series where a group of friends is all queer is something joyful and hopeful. I could see how great it is. The series isn't groundbreaking, but the simplicity of everything made it relatable. It feels like something that could happen to anyone and that's a good part of the series. The friendship was genuine and important.

7. Not Me

You're probably wondering why I'm putting this show here. This is because of the political aspect of the series. I think when it comes to LGBTQIA+ you can't exclude the struggle and the activism that made possible, in some part of the world, to get social acceptance. Of course, there is still a long way to run. Not Me's political aspect may not resolves entirely around the social acceptance of LGBTQIA+, but it was shown through different ways and it was shown through the lens of activism. LGBTQIA+ history is a history of activism and resistance. I feel like the series tried to portray how social change can happen and how we need to keep pushing for a more just and compassionate society. You may think this is not very hopeful when I say it this way, but in the series, the character's actions and activism help things to change and that, in my opinion, is something hopeful. You can imagine that something similar could have the same impact in real life (and it had in some part of the world). This is also something I'm still learning about.

Obviously, there are many more shows, but I just quoted a few of them.

I'm tagging @mikuni14 , @pinkkop , @pickletrip , @slonekaru and @benkaben (Again no pressure. I don't know if you have already done and I almost sure that some of you already made your own. Sorry in advance if I missed it, don't hesitate to tag me in yours so I can read it properly). Of course, everyone can do it too. ♡

[bippiti]

nsfw alphabet- c. kent

word count 1.5k

banner is from @cafekitsune

a is for aftercare 

he's soso gentle with you, normally runs a hot shower for the both of you and always makes sure to clean up any messes he left behind. if you aren't too tired he might cook something small for you to eat, and after you both end up in bed. has a bad habit of making sure you're flushed against his chest

b is for body part 

if he had to pick, clarks favorite body part of his would have to be his hands. its what he uses to write, to help people, and to make you feel good. one of his favorite things to do is use his x-ray vision to see his fingers curling into you just right

on you, i legitimately don't think he could pick. he loves and worships your body so wholly that to just pick one part of you would be a disservice. that being said, i think one of his favorite views of you is when you're trying to ride him, the way your nails dig into his shoulder and your chest moves as you go up and down has him feeling dizzy

c is for cum

he would prefer to finish inside of you, something about letting go while he's fully inside you gets him off like nothing else. this doesn't stoop him from finishing elsewhere if you prefer, there's been many a time he's pulled out to give you backshots. it's days like those your showers go for a bit longer

d is for dirty secret

sometimes he wonders what it would be like to fully let himself go, no holding back. obviously he could never actually do it because humans just don't have the stamina to keep up with him. the closest he's ever gotten was when you wanted to see how much you could take, but you ended up tapping out after 6 rounds

e is for experience

before coming to metropolis clark wasn't that experienced. there had been some people while he lived on the farm, but he had never gotten to truly explore and figure out what he liked. now as he's settled in though, he definitely has his fair share of experience, he knows how to put himself to use

f is for favorite position

he would prefer more intimate positions like missionary or cowgirl. he loves being able to see your face as he makes you feel good, it's the best reassurance he can get. also likes being able to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he ruts into you

g is for goofy

it depends, are you fucking clark kent or are you fucking superman?

when it's just clark normally he's very sweet, gentle, not too serious but also not super unserious if that makes any sense. superman on the other hand is a whole other beast; sex with him is intense, rough even

h is for hair

his parents raised him to be very organized and put together, and that reflects in some aspects of his life. keeps himself trimmed, but if you prefer it bare he's open to getting rid of it

i is for intimacy 

sex in general is definitely more intimate and romantic with clark, it's an extension of his love and adoration of you. at the same time though, it isn't always like that with him. he can be mean when he wants to

j is for jack off

since getting with you, he doesn't really need to jerk off as much, you're infinitely better than his right hand. but for nights where he's away for work, or you're out of town he definitely does

k is for kink

one of his biggest kinks is praise, he loves the reassurance of being told he's doing a good job, and he loves feeling you flutter around him while he compliments you. i feel like he would also have a size kink, something about being able to just tower over you, dwarf you even, makes heat rush to his dick

l is for location

clarks a pretty vanilla person in my mind, so i think his favorite place to do it would be in bed. something about the familiar sheets, wether they be yours or his is comforting to him

m is for motivation

one of the more unexpected (to him) things to turn him on was having you tell him what to do. before you, everyone he's ever been with has expected him to be dominant, in control, the one deciding. maybe it's because of his size, or his muscles he doesn't really know. but something about you telling him to get on his knees has a tent pitching in his pants faster than he thought was possible

n is for no 

this might be a hot take, but i don't think he could ever choke you or put you in a headlock. even if you really wanted him to, even begged him he couldn't bring himself to do it. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, and if he did he wouldn't know what to do with himself

o is for oral 

clark is a much. this shouldn't be a surprise, his favorite thing to do is make you feel good. he can and does spend hours in between your legs, something about being able to taste you leaves his head spinning and eyes rolling back. don't expect him to stop until you've finished at least twice

he also doesn't mind receiving, it's just that most of the people he's been with struggle to fully take him in, and he doesn't want them to injure themselves. but if you can actually manage it, you'll be able to hear the soft whimpers that nobody else gets to. the way his hands grab at your hair, gently so as not to hurt you, but firm, guiding you to take him deeper and deeper until tears start to prick in your eyes

p is for pace 

he prefers to be slow, and deep, taking his time with you to make sure you both feel as good as he can. you can feel him inside you as he softly presses kisses to your neck. but on days where work is a little too much, or he caused more property damage than he would like, he can't help but fuck you until he can't even remember why he was mad. you aren't one to complain though, because on nights like this he lets himself go, just like you ask

q is for quickie

clark wouldn't be opposed to a quickie if eitehr of you were horny enough, sometimes there's a certain thrill to having a time limit. h e likes to take it as a challenge to see how many times he can make you finish before you guys need to leave

r is for risk 

he normally isn't one to take risks, but he's easy to convince if it's something you really want. after all, who's gonna see you and him 60 some stories in the air? sure, you being pressed against the glass doesn't help, but the chances are still slim to none

s is for stamina 

his stamina is essentially never ending, as long as you can still go, so can he. there's been times where you guys have fucked literally all night and he can still go for another round as the sun rises outside

t is for toys

clark doesn't own any himself, but when you guys moved in together you had bought your old ones with you. they're currently in a corner picking up dust because honestly, none of them are half as good as he is

u is for unfair 

normally he isn't one to tease, but sometimes seeing you get riled up is worth being a little mean to you. sure he'll deny you an orgasm, but he'll give you three to make up for it

v is for volume 

wether he's in control or not, he can't help but make sounds. sometimes they're the smallest whimpers, other times broken moans, but superman is anything but quiet

w is for wild card 

a few weeks after moving in together, you had jokingly suggested getting mirrors to put on the ceiling above the bed so that you guys could watch yourselves while being intimate. you thought he hadn't taken you seriously, but a few weeks later they were up and installed, waiting to be "broken in" using clarks words

x is for x-ray 

we all know he's big, but not only is it long, it's also thick. there are times where you can't even wrap your hand all the way around it. has one prominent vein, running along his left side

visual link (be logged into twt to view, it is p0rn)

y is for yearning

his sex drive is decently high, you guys have sex at least twice a week, sometimes more if you're ovulating

z is for zzz 

refuses to fall asleep until you have, makes sure to keep you close, depending on your positioning he keeps his hands around your waist, settled on the small of your back

if you want to read more about clark, reqs are open!

[buggyluv]

Hand Placement | One Piece ♡

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Where they prefer to put their hands when fucking you good.

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a/n: hi! it's been a good few months that I was inactive and now I'm back to writing and I feel nice and refreshed ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ace, crocodile, law, mihawk, nami, reiju, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro

cw: squirting, overstimulation, fem!reader, gagging, rough sex, unprotected sex, finger sucking, face sitting

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Ace - Pussy

Ace watches your face intently as he rocks his hips into you, admiring the way you look when he's fucking you. He thinks you are so beautiful and raw under him like this that he can't wait to make you fall apart.

When your pussy clenches around him and your words start to slur together he knows you're close. He shushes your desperate whimpers, promising you he's going to make you cum. Ace reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit, letting out an amused hum when you whine at the pressure. You're sensitive and your nerves are on fire at the contact. He hasn't even looked down to where he's touching you, so focused on the way your pretty face tenses as you approach your orgasm. He loves how responsive you are when he touches you. He keeps his hand going while you cum, playing with your pussy until you push his hands away from the sensitivity.

Crocodile - Hair

Crocodile sits shirtless on the sofa, leaning back with his hard cock out of his trousers. You kneel next to him on the cushions, slightly nervous of how you're going to even fit him in your mouth. You've sucked him off many times but you're still intimidated by his size. He asks if you're ok as he caresses your cheek with his hand. As soon as you nod in response to his question his hand slides to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling you down so your mouth hovers over his cock. He keeps a tight hold of your locks as you work him into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan as he guides you on his cock, showing you the pace he wants. Once you're able to keep the pace by yourself, he relaxes his grip but doesn't let go of your hair.

Law - Back

He's a real softie so he can't help that his favourite position is you riding him. Law loves the way you take the lead but he's still in control, he loves the way your tits look when you bounce on his cock, and he loves the way you look down at him in awe of how good he feels inside of you. You take him so well and respond to his gruff voice when he tells you to slow down or speed up.

He keeps his hands on your hips at first until your thighs start to shake and your movements begin to slow. You don't even have to beg him to take over because he snakes his hands around to your back and pulls you flush against him before you can even get a word out. he lifts you slightly so he has room to plant his feet and fuck up into you. It feels special and intimate to hold your body so close to his, and he hides his flushed face in the crook of your neck as he coaxes you to your first orgasm of the night.

Mihawk - Wrists

Mihawk has you up against the wall of his castle, holding both hands behind your back by the wrists. You try to move your hips against the thigh he has wedged between your legs, but you can't get the friction right, and you cry out in frustration. He feigns cluelessness and asks you what's wrong, darkly smiling as you whine about how you can't get off. You struggle against his grip, desperate to have him touch you where you need him most, but it's no use.

He keeps one hand holding your wrist and uses the other one to pull his cock free. He asks you if you're going to be good and after a nod from you, he readjusts his position as pushes his cock into you, enjoying the way your moan echoes through the large building. With his hand holding your wrists behind your back, you have no way to brace yourself and your face ends up pressed against the cold stone. You don't complain about it though, he filling you up too well to care.

Nami - Thighs

Nami laughs from between your legs as you squirm against the sheets. She could eat you out for hours just to hear the cute noises you make. Even though you've been together for a while, you're still nervous about sex with Nami. She's so confident in herself that she intimidates you.

Nami hasn't touched you yet, taking a moment to appreciate your naked form. When her eyes linger on your pussy for a second too long you try to close your legs in embarrassment but Nami moves fast and grabs your thighs forcing them apart to make room for her face. She briefly scolds you for keeping her from seeing her favourite thing in the world and lowers her face to your cunt. She digs her nails slightly into your skin as she licks over your clit. The way she moans against your pussy has you pushing your hips into her face to get even more. Nami remains unfazed, using her grip to keep you in place as she takes you apart with her tongue.

Reiju - Ass

When Reiju tells you to sit on her face, she means sit on it. none of that hovering bullshit will satisfy her. She wants to taste you more than anything but you just won't listen to her and insist that you'll suffocate her or crush her face - to which she responds that she doesn't see a problem with either of those options.

Sick and tired of your whining and determined to show you a good time, Reiju grabs two handfuls of your ass cheeks and parts them so she can get better access to your hole. In a swift show of strength, she pulls you down against her face, tongue finding your hole immediately. A quick slap to the ass acts as a silent instruction from Reiju to rock yourself against her face. Now that worries have somewhat subsided, you oblige, moving your hips.

Robin - Everywhere

Robin has unlimited hands, which means unlimited ways to please you and hold you. She kneels on bed between your spread legs that are being held open by two stray arms. Similarly, two hands are pinning your wrists down and two more are groping at your chest. Her real hands are focus on your pussy, fingers thrusting and curling inside you. Her smile is soft as she leans over you to kiss you, not stopping her fingers. She shushes you as you whimper at her. She tells you to be quiet in case someone walks in but you don't know if you can.

The added stimulation on your chest combined with Robin's fingers being knuckle deep inside you has you barrelling towards an orgasm embarrassingly fast. Feeling you clench around her fingers, Robin summons another hand to cover your mouth so you don't moan too loudly. She focuses most of her energy on her real hands twisting and pumping enough to make you cum as hard as possible. She has a hrin on her face as she watches your body tense up and juices flood her hand.

Sanji - hands

Ever the hopeless romantic, Sanji likes to take things slowly with you. He was a total virgin when you first started dating and he's loved learning to please you and getting the chance to figure out what makes your body squirm. He's an enthusiastic lover who sees sex as a show of his utter devotion to you.

He whispers affirmations and sweet pet names as ge pushes his cock into you. Almost instinctively, he reaches out to your hands and interlocks your fingers. You can tell by the way his hands squeeze yours that he's just as, if not more, affected by the way your pussy squeezes him. He keeps your hands intertwined above your head as he rocks hips despite his sensitivity, repeating how much he loves you over and over again.

Tashigi - hips

Tashigi was inexperienced but, through some fun explorations with you, had figured out she preferred to put on a strap and take you to cloud 9. She's a service top, deriving pleasure from pleasing you. She's had you beneath her, instructing her on where to kiss and lick and bite to mark you up the way you like it.

She's learned in your short time together how to make you comfortable so when she turns you over onto your hands and knees, she makes sure to tuck a pillow under your hips and smooth a hand down your spine to make sure you're not in an awkward position. Her hands settle at your hips as she pushes her strap into you. The way you moan out as she thrusts her hips goes straight to her core, and she tightens her grip on your hips. When you whimper out a plea to go faster, she doesn't hesitate using her strength to hold your hips still so she can get you at a good angle. She hears your cry of pleasure into the pillows on her bed and throws her concentration into hitting the right spot that's going to have you shaking under her. Her grip is so tight against your skin that it might leave marks when you're done, the thought of which pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Zoro - mouth

Sex with Zoro is always filthy and intimate. You can feel him everywhere in your surroundings and he defiles your pretty body with cum, sweat and saliva. His favourite part of your body is your mouth; he loves when you talk back to him or another crewmember, he loves the blissful satisfied smile that you reserve only for him and he loves the way your pretty lips look stretching to accommodate his huge cock.

He's laid you down on your back and is fingering you open, sucking at your clit. When you beg for his cock he promises you you'll get it, he's just gotta stretch you out first. You cum pretty quickly, Zoro's intensity has you riled up. He helps you work through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you. Instead of locking his own fingers clean, he sucks some of your juices off and then holds his fingers - covered in a mix of your cum and his saliva to your lips.

He tells you that if you're a good girl and suck his fingers clean that he'll finally fuck you the way you want. You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head slightly as if you were sucking his duck. Zoro's breath hitches as you run your tongue over the pads of his fingers. He pushes his fingers slightly further into your mouth as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. He doesn't move his fingers from your warm wet mouth, using them as a - really hot - makeshift gag to keep you quiet. Watching your muffled squeals around his fingers as he finally bottoms out inside you almost breaks his self control when it comes to sex.

[r0-boat]

Fuck fuck fuck No one has done any NSFW alphabet for date everything and I'm sick of this

Mac NSFW Alphabet

Human!Mac x Gn!reader

Cw: cyber stalking, obsessive behavior, hacking into your electronics, voyeurism, panty sniffing, going to be as vague as possible with Mac's genitalia Go fucking wild y'all,

Disclaimer: I am an able-bodied person writing for an ambulatory wheelchair user. If I was disrespectful or unknowledgeable in any way, please let me know. The amount of research can never compare to someone who has actually experienced it. Thank you for your patience.

All right now finally to the sex!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mac always gets into this haze of, ' Wow... This is really mine...' And it really shows when Mac babbles about how good you look right now. When you notice them, try to get up out of bed to get you some water, your body shoots up, but Mac just puts a hand on your shoulder, talking in a soft voice, giving you those eyes that make you melt. "No, no, it's okay Baby... I got it. Just stay there. I want to take care of you. "

You watch them wheel out of the bedroom. Before coming back with a glass of water.

"Your body needs water. This is hardly an adequate amount... Especially after the... Heh heh~ workout I put you through... But it's better than nothing. Honestly, I would want nothing more than just to hold you. " Their words are smooth, a little bit of a growl at the end as they get up from their wheelchair and move to the bed, handing you the glass of water before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close...

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

"I don't understand why humans make such a big deal about the flesh on another's body"

Mac says while ravaging your body with their eyes. Forgetting that they are now human. God damn it They thought you were sexy before but now they can physically feel everything. Every part of you drives them mad to no end. Is this what the phrase "hormonal teenager" truly means?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Yes yes yes yes yes gods yes. In your mouth in their mouth inside you....

Oh God let them come inside you...

But there is nothing and I mean nothing that would drive Mac as crazy as seeing any of your clothing drenched or stained with cum or your juices. The moment they slide your underwear down and see what you are, they shudder, licking their lips. Their mouth salivating for a taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Usually, Mac shares everything openly with you, because you have shared everything with them as they used to be your desktop computer and all...

Well except for one thing...

Mac used to know everything about you. Now that they're human, it's hard to adjust to the fact that they can't know everything you're doing like they used to. You used to spend half or more of your day just with them.

They have bugged all devices to continue watching you, and I mean a lot, whether it be accessing your camera, watching your screen, or tracking your location.

It's not that they don't trust you or they think you might be cheating, no, no, no. They could never even dream of thinking about you in that way.

It's a desperate need to know and watch you do everything, especially on specific sites.

Actually, it's Mac's favorite thing to do: watch you from your phone or computer camera, whimper, gasp, and touch yourself.

And they'll touch themselves, yeah, sure, they could just call you or initiate sex. But there's something about watching you when you don't know you're being watched that is insanely hot.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well yes. They have. But that was before they became human And they'll never do it again. Because now they know all they want is you.

Yes, Mac knows that they won't be absolutely perfect in bed. But they assure you that they are a very quick learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

During sex Mac prefers to be in control; more on the dominant side whether it top or bottom.

However, if you're a service top, they will just melt like butter on a hot knife in your hands. If you're any other top they will just be a brat and try to take control.

Anywhere where they can see your face is preferred. Watching your face twist in the reactions they drive out of you. Of course how could they say no to a good cowgirl.

Mac loves loves doggy style They don't do it often, since after a while it becomes painful, But oh boy that's the pleasure and your cute little screams are worth it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

They don't mind being goofy, and they of course don't mind when you're goofy. But they're just more serious. More focused on wanting you just scream their name. More focused on how ragingly horny they are for you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Mac usually shaves everything and then lets it grow over time rinses, repeat. Probably once or twice a month, depending on how busy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, Mac cannot keep their hands and lips off you. Kissing every part of your body, their hands roaming, feeling every inch. They've known you for so long and so well, now they get to know you in other ways, and they're not letting this opportunity pass up. Mac will explain in detail what part of you is and why it's so attractive. Mac will put it into words explaining the times you've made them so hard and when they wanted to bend you over and fuck you. If you're shy when it comes to sexy or not going to survive a night with them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mac for the first half a year of being a human They have never touched themselves... They never needed to in the past I mean it's really hard to pleasure yourself when you're a computer. But now that they're a human the thought of touching themselves slip their mind because... they have you now.

And now (around the same time they bugged your electronics), Mac opened their tablet to check up on you as you're on a work trip. They turned on an app, and their eyes widened. You're cute little moans and your hands between your legs, and that's a sweet, sweet sound that Mac knows very well. Their breath shook. They watched for a while until the tightness in their core became too great, their hand slid into their pants, and the rest was history.

They don't touch themselves until they somehow cannot get to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking (biting, hickies)

Voyeurism

Watching porn together IDK

Praise

Rough sex

Mutual masturbation

Lingerie

Body worship

Bratting

Overstimulation

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

They much rather do it at home. You can get away with initiating private places in public. But Mac really much rather do it at home.

But at home however... Every piece of furniture ❤️

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you want Mac to fuck you till two of You need a second wheelchair. Lingerie. Lingerie or any piece of clothing that hugs your body just right.

Thigh high stockings? Fuck yes!

Chokers or collars? So hot!

Pretty lace wrapped around your body? Take it off before They ripped that shit off.

A nice outfit You are about to wear for their date? their eyes will be on you all night thinking about what they're going to do to you.

Nothing except in apron? Mac will not keep their hands off you to let you cook.

If you wear their oversized t-shirt it would do some things to them...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mac fooled around with some people and safe to say you are the only one they want. That being said. Mac is a little territorial about the time you spend with them. They've had your attention And they are used to having that attention for hours on end. Mac will not do a threesome...

Mac will not do anything dangerous.

Mac will not also do anything illegal... (Except for the stalking but shh) fucking in public is a maybe... Very big maybe. I'm sure if you tease them enough they will fuck you good.

Mac will never not a million years do anything unhygienic

Not necessarily a turn off but it's something they can't do... And that's degrade. They cannot degrade you for the life of them they're just terrible at it. They can only and only ever say nice things to you!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Yes, yes, yes, Mac gives like they are starving. They have a huge oral fixation, a thirst they cannot quench. No matter how many hours they spend between your legs.

And of course that goes receiving but not surprising They will run their fingers through your hair and pat your head while you put your mouth around them licking and sucking and they will talk you through at the whole time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hahaha Mac kept some of that restless stamina they had as a computer. They start off slow and sensual but slowly they devolve into fast and hard occasionally switching between the two. They just can't control themselves around you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Mac loves quickies in theory, but every time they do one, they just want more. And then suddenly, something that was supposed to be quick sex before the grocery store ended up being. Go to the grocery store tomorrow because they're too busy being deep inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mac is still trying to get a risky side to them. Before they kind of couldn't afford to be risky since they had your most important data and personal stuff.

However experimentation? Yes, yes, yes, Mac is researching all sorts of stuff to make your sex life more exciting. So many positions to try with you... So many toys to test. So many kinks to explore.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One thing that Mac kept when becoming realized Is there ungodly stamina. Mac can fuck you for hours with multiple rounds and still Have enough energy to take a stroll with you around town. Despite your limping body.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I hope you prepared to be a little test subject for sex toys You will always be the first to test out a toy before they do it themselves. And they will watch and enjoy, every second.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Since becoming a human Mac has been obsessed with the anatomy of a human. But instead of looking at diagrams of books They rather just lay on the bed and play in poke and prod between your legs. Fingering and stroking their eyes starting back up to see how you react.

With a mischievous smirk on their face they will lick and suck. Watching you is their favorite activity.

And in turn Mac Will happily endure and enjoy any teasing you give them back. Then you'll come to find out that Mac is far more vocal being teased.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mac is on the quieter side, with grunts moans and whimpers. Though they do have a tendency to talk you through it.

"come on baby You're so close I can feel you squeezing me come on I know you can do it... You're so cute when you cum, come on give it to me... "

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mac is a notorious panty thief. If the two of you fuck in public I'm 99% sure they are pocketing your panties and you're going to have to go command over the rest of the day.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dick: circumcised, large and veiny, bigger than average (and is very proud of that)

Vagina: small closed outer lip! With a clit bigger than most AFAB people. And that glit it's extremely sensitive. Double click it and see how much they squirm ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! HIGH! THROUGH THE ROOF.

They need your body so bad.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nope, after care and cuddles first. They ensure you have everything you need, and you sleep before they sleep. Sometimes they even want more, but wait to see if you feel the same way.

[meganegatari]

THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeah🧍🏻‍♀️can you write something about streamer ellie <33

☆: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.

◇: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...

You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bed—you observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.

"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckin’ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.

You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationship—Ellie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.

"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.

Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."

Fast forward to now—the device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.

So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.

She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.

"Alright, the next round’s gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.” She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just of—ah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.

She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.

As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.

"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whine—a low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.

You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought. 

Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.

“What? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so close—hnn- so…so closeahh—I mean, we should've gotten that…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the desk’s wooden surface. “Y’know what, I'll be right back.” She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.

You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.” Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, “Well I didn't know it was that strong.” “You knew damn well.” She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, “Fuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.”

You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, “Only if you stream it.” The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.

“What the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.”

“Hey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?”

You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.

Then she turns the stream back on. “Sorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.” She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.

You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.

“Ah—fuck!” She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.

You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.

“Holy, fu—hah!!” With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.

She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.

Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.

“Hmmm, thanks babe, that was so good…” She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.

“You're a whore.” You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.

Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.

Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.

She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, “I wasn't able to turn my mic off…”

What was she going to do now?

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[blank-potato]

A Little Distraction

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary:

He smells really good, is that a new cologne—? Next thing you know, your feet are off the ground. He flips you over his shoulder and slams you onto your back, before pulling you to a seated position and slipping his arm around your throat in a textbook chokehold. You squirm, trying to regain leverage, but all you can think is fuck, he’s strong. His arms are one of your favourite attributes to gawk at, even if, right now, it was being used to choke you out. A small, humiliating mewl slips from your throat, though you’re not exactly putting your whole heart into escaping. “Tap out,” he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your ear. It almost makes you moan, almost, but you catch yourself just in time. Thank goodness, because you’d never live that down. Or It's been a while since you've gotten laid, and it's starting to affect your concentration. It especially doesn't help when the person you're training is Joaquin Torres.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content, p in v sex, sparring (gone sexual), fingering, nipple sucking, choking, semi-public sex, Joaquin being so hot it's distracting, sexual tension

WC: 3.9k

A/N: This idea came to me at 5am, and I started writing, I have no idea what that says about me. Anyways, enjoy the smut :)

***

You were supposed to be training Joaquin. Supposed to be.

But you were off your game, and you knew it. After everything, the late nights, the stress, the endless missions, you hadn’t gotten laid in… a long time. Longer than you cared to admit. Dating apps were a joke, full of people you had nothing in common with and no energy to impress.

Sexual frustration had been building for weeks, a low hum of tension you’d ignored, until today. Until it decided to boil over right in the middle of a combat training session with Joaquin.

Of course, it had to be him: all bright eyes, easy smiles that could rival the damn sun. He was too handsome and so infuriatingly charming, it made you feel like you were going crazy every time he so much as grazed past you.

At the start of the session, you're sitting beside him, finishing up the wraps on his hands.

“I can do my own wraps, you know?” Joaquin teases with that infuriatingly perfect smile.

“I know,” you reply, a little too quickly. “I just want to make sure it’s done properly.”

Sure, you were looking out for his safety, but in reality? You liked this. Feeling his warm hands beneath yours, the way his knuckles flexed as you tightened the wraps. It was oddly intimate, tending to him like this, plus he had nice hands.

His eyes kept flicking between your hands and your face, like he was in on some game of cat and mouse neither of you had the courage to call out.

“Always taking care of me, hm?” he murmured.

“Someone has to,” you shot back, trying to keep it professional, even though your pulse was anything but.

Watching him move to the punching bag, arms swinging with so much power, you couldn’t help but notice how his expression shifted, intense, focused, all raw determination. It was… kinda hot, fuck that, it was really hot.

Maybe if you closed your eyes? But when you did, all you could hear was the sound of his punches hitting the bag and his grunts. Really sexy grunts.

You suddenly find yourself wondering how it might sound if he were pressed right against you, and those moans were right in your ear.

You open your eyes and force yourself to shake off the thought.

He turns to you, chest heaving, sweat rolling down those broad shoulders. “You good?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, voice catching before you manage to recover. “Yeah, um, keep going.”

Nice save.

After minutes of staring at him, wiping your palms on your pants and trying not to drool over him, you step forward, signalling it was time to start sparring.

“Now that you got me all tired out, you wanna spar?” he asks, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin.

You roll your eyes. “You should be able to fight in any circumstance and in any physical condition,” you shot back, adjusting your stance.

He chuckles in a way that makes you want to melt. “You just want a shot at winning.”

“I don’t need to tire you out to win,” you fire off, ignoring how his laugh made your stomach do a stupid little flip.

“I did win some of our sparring matches last time,” he pointed out, pouting a little as he peeled off his gloves.

“But I still won more,” you shoot back, unable to resist smirking.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“That’s because you’re slow, Torres. At least slower than me.”

He scoffs, playful indignation lighting up his face. “Slow? Me? You’re gonna regret saying that.”

“Prove it,” you challenge, settling into your stance, heart thudding for reasons that had nothing to do with self-defence.

You started off well, winning some sparring matches. The usual, putting Joaquin through his paces, testing his footwork, checking his stance, keeping him sharp. But somewhere along the way, you stopped focusing on his technique and more on how his biceps felt flexing under your grip.

You're about to snap back into instructor mode when he pivots, faster than you’d expected. Instead of attacking back you get woefully distracted.

He smells really good, is that a new cologne—?

Next thing you know, your feet are off the ground. He flips you over his shoulder and slams you onto your back, before pulling you to a seated position and slipping his arm around your throat in a textbook chokehold.

You squirm, trying to regain leverage, but all you can think is fuck, he’s strong. His arms are one of your favourite attributes to gawk at, even if, right now, it was being used to choke you out.

A small, humiliating mewl slips from your throat, though you’re not exactly putting your whole heart into escaping.

“Tap out,” he says, voice rumbling low against your ear. It almost makes you moan, almost, but you catch yourself just in time. Thank goodness, because you’d never live that down.

Realising you were actually getting lightheaded, you begrudgingly tapped against his arm.

He let go immediately, flashing that bright grin as you sucked in air. “Looks like we’re all tied up. Two-two.”

“For now,” you shoot back, trying to sound confident even as your pulse hammered.

“Maybe you’re all talk,” he teases, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve put you on your ass more times than you can count, hotshot,” you counter, forcing your voice steady.

 “True, but maybe the student has become the master,” he jokes, eyes sparkling with that charm that made you want to climb him like a tree.

Your performance only continued to dwindle, your focus shot to hell. You just couldn’t concentrate, not with him so close and looking so good.

It was no surprise when you ended up flat on the mats, breath knocked out of you, staring up at him and those pretty brown eyes.

You tried to recover, pushing up, only for him to sweep your leg clean out from under you, pinning you hard to the ground.

“That’s five to me,” he grinned, voice smug. “Two to you. You’re making this too easy on me.”

You scowl, cheeks hot. You were making it easy, but not on purpose.

How were you supposed to fight effectively with him practically pressed against your back, his chest warm and solid, his breath skimming over your shoulder? Every time he shifted, you could feel every inch of him, and it scrambled every combat instinct you’d ever had.

You reset positions, determined to get your head back in the game, but it was futile. Every punch, every dodge you tried, he read you like an open book, and before you knew it, you were on the floor again.

This time, his full body weight settled on top of you, caging you in with those strong arms braced on either side of your head. It was impossible to ignore the heat of him, the solid press of muscle, the way his breath mingled with yours. You felt hot all over, pulse pounding so hard you thought he might hear it.

“You win,” you finally concede, voice catching. If you stayed under him any longer, you might've done something you regret.

Joaquin rolls off you and sits next to you, giving you enough room to breathe again, but your heart is still racing, no matter how much space you have.

He pauses, studying you with those warm brown eyes, leaning in closer. “Something’s wrong,” he said, concern filling his face. “Are you sick or something?”

“N-no,” you stammer, looking away, praying you weren’t wearing every damn feeling on your face.

“But something’s up…” Joaquin insists, eyes narrowing, that teasing suspicion creeping in. “C’mon, what is it?”

“It’s nothing,” you shoot back, far too quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. There was no way you were about to tell him the truth. No way in hell.

But Joaquin was sharp and had a knack for reading people. His eyes searched yours, catching the flicker of guilt you couldn’t hide.

“Is it me?” he asks slowly, watching the way you froze. His grin went positively wicked. “It is me.”

Your stomach drops. Shit.

“You’re into me,” he goes on, voice smooth, dangerously close, like he was savouring every word. “That’s it, huh?”

He leans in, close enough that you could feel the heat off his skin. “You like being thrown around by me, don’t you?”

You open your mouth, but ultimately nothing comes out.

“Oh,” he chuckles, seeing right through you.

“That’s not—it would be unprofessional,” you stammer, trying and failing to sound stern.

“I don’t mind,” Joaquin says, completely unbothered, that playful grin still lighting up his face. Of course, he didn't mind.

“Torres, I… look, I’m fine, okay? That’s what dating apps are for,” you insist, even though you didn’t believe it.

“Oh, please,” he groans, shaking his head. “Every time you talk about those apps, it’s about a date that was garbage. You know that, right?”

He leans in even closer.

“You’ve been wasting all your time on dating apps,” he says, each word deliberate, like he was pressing it into your skin, “when you should’ve just come to me.”

This was it. Joaquin Torres was going to be the end of you. He was completely right, and having him right in front of you, offering to ease the relief that’s been eating you up for weeks, was so damn tempting. 

“So… what are we gonna do about it?” you manage, voice barely steady as you swallow hard.

Joaquin’s smile turned softer, more genuine, but no less sure. “I’ll show you,” he murmured, before reaching out and pulling you in.

His mouth met yours in a kiss that was gentle, patient, his lips soft. It stole your breath, stole every coherent thought, drowning you in the heat of it, in the way his hands cradled your jaw with a careful tenderness that made your heart pound.

Joaquin’s movements are careful, like he’s memorising every part of you with his hands. He unravels you so thoroughly, so completely, that by the time he’s done, you don’t know which way is up. Your lips part with an audible smack, your eyes wide, flickering over his face and seeing just how much he needed you. 

He grins, eyes glinting with challenge as he climbs on top of you, trying to pin you beneath him like it’s some kind of wrestling match, only half-serious, all play. You squirm, laughing breathlessly, managing to slip out from under him.

“Told you, Torres. Too slow,” you tease, crawling just out of reach.

But he’s faster than you give him credit for. In one swift move, he spins you around, pulling you into his lap, settling you there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You land with a soft thud, your back flush against his chest, his arms locking around yours, trapping them against your sides.

“Got you,” he smugly murmurs into your ear.

And damn it… You kind of love losing.

He leans in, lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck before pressing a slow, heated kiss there.

"Fuck, Joaquin..." you whine, your fingers curling into his shoulders as his tongue traces lazy, deliberate patterns against your skin, like he has all the time in the world and wants to savour every second.

You feel almost weightless as he leans in, the world narrowing down to just the space between you, his touch grounding and electric all at once.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing lightly against your skin. He pauses, gaze meeting yours.

“May I?” he asks, voice low and earnest.

You nod, breathless. “Yeah… you may.”

In one fluid movement, he lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sports bra. He dips down, lips brushing against your shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss. Then another, and another, like he’s trying to drown you in them. 

“So beautiful…” he murmurs against your skin.

His hands move with practised ease, tracing delicate patterns as he rubs against your pussy through your leggings. You’re gasping out, breath shaky, aching for more of his touch.

You start grinding your ass back against him deliberately, you feel the sharp intake of his breath as your hips press into his.

"Playing dirty?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges, hands tightening slightly on your waist.

He leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You glance over your shoulder with a smug smile.

"Hm? I'm not allowed to mount an offence?" you reply, your tone all innocent when your actions are anything but. 

"Is that right, Falcon?" you purr, voice dipped in challenge as you shift your hips again, slow and taunting.

He stills for a beat, jaw tightening, tensing just enough to let you know you hit a nerve.

“Don’t play that game,” he warns, voice low and rough.

He exhales sharply, then leans closer, breath warm against your skin, “You have no idea what you’re starting.”

You lean in, lips brushing his ear.

“Why? Does it turn you on?”

“I think I can handle you.”

“You love it,” he replies with a knowing grin. And honestly, from the way you were stumbling and fumbling all over the mat when you were sparring, it was clear he was right.

He laughs, a deep, satisfied sound, then pulls off your leggings and panties in one smooth, decisive motion.

“So the manhandling is gonna be a thing?” you tease.

His fingers slide inside you slowly at first, then thrust with growing intensity, each movement sending sparks through your body, making you arch into him, desperate for more.

He curls inside of you, fingers brushing right against your most sensitive spot, sending jolts of pleasure that steal your breath away.

“Joaquin, you… fucking…,” you gasp, struggling to describe just what he was doing to you. 

“Can’t find your words?” he teases, and you want to complain at him for being right. 

Joaquin was good at many things: flying, of course… fighting, absolutely… and apparently? Fingering. The way his fingers moved inside you, confident, relentless, like he was reading every reaction, left your thoughts scrambled. 

He’s not just a good kisser, he’s devastating. Slow, consuming, like he wants to leave you breathless. You feel like you’re floating away, every nerve on fire, your grip tightening wherever you can hold onto him.

“Joaquin, I swear—”

You’re cut off as he leans in, turning your head to the side and kissing you, swallowing any complaint or threat you were about to throw at him.

It’s distracting, in fact, too distracting, because suddenly, that warmth in your core coils fast and tight. You feel yourself starting to get close.

Your inner monologue screams, “Already?!”But your body doesn’t care. It’s already chasing the high.

You moan into the kiss, each sound getting higher and more desperate. He pulls away from your lips, focusing on bringing you the release you deserve.

“Scream for me,” he demands, his voice all breathy and sexy, and you do.  The … as you cum leaning back into him, your hips bucking.

“Still think you can handle me?” Joaquin asks, breath heavy, eyes dark with challenge.

“I’m still up, aren’t I?” you shoot back, but your voice is shaky, your legs even shakier, and the words aren’t convincing anyone, least of all him.

“Then I think I have some work to do, don’t I?”

With that, he flips you onto your back effortlessly. You watch, wide-eyed, as he peels off the rest of his clothes, and you certainly hope you’re not drooling, but it’s very possible you are.

In true Joaquin fashion, he continues to tease you, grinding against you slowly. He knows exactly what he's doing, keeping you right on the edge, not giving you what you so desperately needed, and loving every second of your frustration.

“You’ve proved your point. Now fuck me.”

“What’s the rush?” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. “Maybe I just want to take my time with you.”

Before you can reply, his lips are on your neck, sucking gently, then harder, leaving a trail of marks and blooming bruises that everyone will be able to see. You gasp, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth graze your skin, your body arching from how sensitive you are.

He makes his way down, trailing kisses between your breasts, looking up at you with those deep chocolate-brown eyes as he lingers.

“What are you doing? Making a sign saying ‘Joaquin Torres was here’?” you manage to joke, breath catching.

“Would that be so bad?” He leaves another mark on your collarbone before travelling lower. 

He grins, then takes one breast in his hand and wraps his mouth around your nipple, sucking until you squirm beneath him. But he doesn’t pull back; instead, he doubles down, licking and teasing until you’re moaning his name again.

“Joaquin!” you scream for the millionth time today.

You’re trembling, legs spasming beneath his grip, but he holds you down easily, his body pinning yours in place, giving him unfettered access as he devours you like he’s starving.

But… how can someone look so impossibly cute while completely ruining you? His lashes flutter, cheeks flushed, that boyish grin tugging at the corners of his lips every time you writhe under his tongue.

Eventually, he decides to make sure you have some brain cells left and pulls back a line of saliva connected between your nipple and his mouth. Obscene.

“Ready for me now?” he asks, voice low and thick with heat.

You nod, your head still in the clouds, body humming from everything that came before. Then you feel him pushing inside of you and your breath hitches.

He holds you gently, giving you time to adjust, but it doesn’t take long before his pace begins to pick up. Each thrust sinks deeper, more purposeful, and his voice is right in your ear, praising you between gasps.

“So good for me… always so good for me…” he groans, as you cling to him, every part of you aching for more.

Then he interlaces your fingers tightly as he rocks his hips into yours. It feels intimate. More intimate than you were expecting, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Feeling his body around you, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, it felt… natural.

“So perfect,” he gasps against your neck, like he can’t get enough of you. It should be illegal to sound that good.

“Joa...quin...” you whine, sounding so needy, you’re surprised when it comes out of your mouth. 

With a sudden, powerful motion, he bends you in half, your legs resting on his shoulders, driving deep as he fucks you into the mat.

“Joaquin!” you growl his name, eyes rolling back as he fucks you hard and fast, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the training room like a symphony. You feel like he’s not just touching your body, but getting deep inside, fucking the very soul out of you.

He slows down, breathing heavy and steady. “Hold onto me, I’m gonna lift you, okay?” he says softly, voice full of warmth and care.

Too cock-drunk to do much else, you nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He lifts you up and presses you close, never pulling out, staying deep inside you all the while.

He then presses you against the nearest wall, your back flush with the cool surface as his hands grip your hips firmly. Then he continues his assault on your senses, his breath hot against your skin, the slick friction of his dick moving in and out of you sending waves of pleasure through you. 

He keeps you right there, fucking you like that, with raw urgency and desperate need, he whispers low, “You drive me crazy.”

“Good.”

You’d be offended if you didn’t.

“Joaquin, Joaquin…,” you keep saying his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say, like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality. Your mind is completely undone, unravelling with every touch, every breathless moment as he ruins you in the best possible way.

His mouth brushes your ear, voice low and wrecked. “Keep saying my name like that, and I don’t know what I’ll do.”

You do. You know exactly what it does to him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him deeply, tongues intertwining as you both try to overpower the other. Joaquin relents, letting you take control, your grip tightening in his hair as you pull him closer, drawing him in completely. He’s moaning and gasping, gripping your hips tightly as you do exactly what he’s been doing to you, driving him wild and turning his brain to mush.

He keeps moving, but while desperately moaning into your kisses, just when you didn’t think you could get more turned on, that happens. 

He pulls you off the wall, your lips parting much to both your displeasure, and brings you back down onto the floor.

“Lie down on your stomach,” he commands softly, and you follow without hesitation.

Lying flat on your stomach, you feel him settle behind you, the anticipation practically biting at your skin.

“Don’t make me wait again,” you murmur, hoping he won’t mess around this time.

“Don’t worry,” he replies, voice low and confident.

If you’d known he could fuck you this good, you would’ve done it a long time ago.

He pushes deep inside with slow, deliberate thrusts, his first stroke hitting your most sensitive spot instantly. You’re dribbling onto the mat, your head resting flat as pleasure washes over you.

“Give it to me... never stop...” you gasp, breath catching as he answers your plea.

His arm wraps around your throat, locking you in a headlock again, and you swear—“Fuck yeah, just like that,” you yell, your voice hoarse and ragged. You don’t care how desperate you sounded, not when he was fucking you this good.

Your eyes roll back as you feel that delicious pressure building, a peak you’ve been desperately chasing. The lack of air makes everything sharper, your senses heightened, your body trembling. Your eyes flutter as you lose yourself in it, trusting him, knowing he’ll only give you what you can take.

The heat, the tightness, the heavy, laboured breaths filling the air make you feel lightheaded. Pushing you further into that wild, ecstatic haze. It was intense, like you could feel the tension rising higher and higher, the pressure ready to break.

You push back to meet his thrusts, breathless but daring.

“Want me that bad?” he growls, voice rough with restraint.

“You... know I do…," you pant, just getting the words out between mewls.

You can tell he’s close, his rhythm falters for just a second, you hear a shudder in his breath, and you’re right there with him, teetering on the edge.

You feel him press his chest to your back, releasing the headlock to slip his hand under to grip your throat with just enough pressure to make your head spin.

“So deep, don’t stop…," you whimper, your fingers clawing at the mat.

A final “Joaquin!” makes both of you finish together, pleasure ripping through you. The aftershocks are intense, especially as he continues to pump his load into you. Maybe it’s because you’re dazed as hell, but it feels never-ending. As he pulls out his cum drips onto the mat, a mess you’d both have to clean up pretty soon, and he collapses next to you. 

Lying there, a complete mess, blissed out and breathless, you barely manage to lift your head. Joaquin is just as wrecked, his fingers lazily tracing circles along your bare shoulder.

“Good workout,” you mumble with a dazed smile.

“Definiely.” He lets out a low chuckle, “Same time tomorrow?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist

[thesvnandthemooon]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧’ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

18+ MINORS DNI

or: natasha and you go to a concert

part of the short n‘ sweet universe

a/n: another request (who would’ve thought); don’t judge me for the title, i thought it’d be fitting since that’s the name of the tour as well 😗

summary: going to sabrina‘s concert with natasha; based on this request <3 (it took almost three months for me to get to writing this wtf)

warnings: smut (penetration, brief fingering), exhibitionism (i swear i use this tag on almost all sns fics…whatever), alcohol, natasha not being able to recognize emotional intelligence if it shot her in the face

word count: 12k

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Hooking up in the university's library is one of the dumber ideas Natasha's come up with so far.

The encyclopedia isle is usually empty — most people use Wikipedia, or another online platform. Physical media has, unfortunately, experienced a decline in popularity.

Sex hasn't, though. Which is why your 'study session' lasted ten minutes instead of two hours. Not much had to happen: Natasha walked in, knowing you'd be sitting between piles of books. She was still in her basketball jersey. Only her shorts had been swapped for slightly warmer sweatpants.

You've been hooking up for months at this point. You can't say you're dating, because you're not. You never really talked about it But when you're around each other, the possibility of her ending up inside of you is big.

Natasha looks up, her body still on top of yours. Her hands are braced next to your head, and you can see the sweat glisten on her neck. You lift your hand and wipe it away.

The floor you're on is carpeted and worn. It smells like old socks and books. You glance to your right and see the half empty packet of beef jerky someone discarded under one of the bookshelves.

"Someone walked in", she says, not making a move to get up. "I think it's that weird dude. You know, with the hoodies."

"That's great", you mumble. You shift beneath her. "I feel like we have more pressing issues, though."

She frowns and looks at you. At first, she doesn't understand. She's warm and comfy, and changing her current situation doesn't seem like the best way to keep up her good mood. But then she realizes she's still inside of you, so she quickly pulls out.

Sweatpants tugged back up, she gets up from the floor. You take the hand she offers you and get up, then adjust your skirt. Wearing that was probably one of the better decisions you've made today — easy access, quick to pull down and cover yourself back up. Natasha resists the urge to pout when your thighs are out of view again.

She was right — someone did enter, and they're approaching the encyclopedia aisle. You grab her hand and tug her back to the tables, causing her to stumble. She curses under her breath.

"Hey!"

"Sit", you urge her. She plops into a chair and you turn around. Before you can sit down, she wraps her arm around your waist and easily pulls you into her lap. "Oh- seriously?"

"You wanted to study", she points out. Her chin comes to rest on your shoulder, her head turns just enough for her to be able to kiss your neck. "So study."

You sigh and get comfortable in her lap. You may as well, since you're probably not moving for a while. Her hand is under your skirt already.

"I'm done with studying", you reply. She hums, lips sucking on your skin until a hickey forms. "Quit that."

"What? This is motivation. Positive reinforcement or whatever they call it."

The guy from earlier reemerges from the encyclopedia aisle, this time carrying a stack of books. The second he sees you, though, he whips around and heads in the opposite direction. Natasha laughs against your neck, a breathy sound, and squeezes your hip.

"What are you doing this weekend?", she mumbles.

You don't reply right away. You've learned that leading her on just a bit makes things better, for some reason — she gets more attentive, puts more effort into the time you spend together. It's not like she doesn't treat you well, because she does. But she sometimes needs to be reminded that, if she doesn't at least try a little, you can easily replace her.

"Not sure", you say vaguely. "There's this concert I wanted to go to with a friend. I haven't gotten tickets yet, though."

"A concert?" Natasha tries to sneak her hand higher up under your skirt, but you quickly grab her arm. "Who's performing?"

"You don't know her", you say, pushing her hand away. She pouts against your shoulder. "I doubt you listen to her music."

Natasha shrugs and puts her hand on your waist instead. She's aware you probably have a point. She's listened to one of your playlists before, and honestly, the only reason she didn't complain was because you were walking around her room naked. That wasn't something she wanted to interrupt.

Does she like the idea of going to a concert with you, though? She does. More than the idea of someone else accompanying you, whether they're just a friend or not.

"I could give it a try. I listen to all kinds of stuff."

A lie. You hear the dishonesty drip from her voice. Natasha's picky with what she listens to. However, she isn't picky about the way she spends time with you. Besides, she'll get to see you all dolled up again — that makes up for it already.

You give her a skeptical look. All she does in response is crack a smile and kiss your jaw.

"It's Sabrina. I probably won't get tickets, anyway", you tell her. Natasha shrugs. "It's this Saturday. I think it's sold out."

"Come on. If there's a will, there's a way."

You roll your eyes, but the way the corners of your mouth twitch betrays you. You turn toward your study setup again and start looking for a folder on your laptop. She watches, leaning forward and breathing in the scent of perfume.

"Don't be too excited", you warn her, opening the folder. A kiss to the crook of your neck makes you squirm. "It's definitely sold out."

"I'll find a way" she insists, glancing at the screen. A bunch of French phrases that you're supposed to translate have popped up. "Not this again."

You ignore her and start typing. She was probably expecting you'd go back to your dorm, like last time. Unfortunately, homework can't wait. Natasha has proven she'll stick around, anyway. That's clear from the way her hands run under your shirt to roam your stomach.

. . .

You get the text message only minutes after your takeout arrives. You're in bed, wearing shorts and a hoodie, the Chinese food still warm and the Sunkist ice cold. Your phone buzzes, so you start digging through the pile of blankets and pillows to retrieve it.

You knew it'd be her name on the screen. You didn't expect that message, though.

Natasha: meet me downstairs in five — 6.02pm

Biting into your egg roll, you try to reply to the message. Before you manage to do that, another one pops up.

Natasha: forget it, im coming upstairs — 6.03pm

There's no use in trying to keep her from doing so. She's stubborn, always has been, and you know her well enough to be certain she's walking up the stairs already. She doesn't even knock; the door just swings open.

"Hey", you mumble, scrolling through your phone and eating fried rice with one hand. "If you want food, order some."

"Forget the food", she says. You look up and raise your eyebrows when you see the two tickets she's holding. Pink and slightly wrinkled. "Look what I found."

You open your mouth to protest, but then close it again. Concert tickets — more than impressive, considering the show was sold out when you last checked. You set the fried rice aside.

"Are those real?", you ask, frowning.

"Very real. I got them from this dude on Facebook marketplace, really sketchy area." She shrugs off her letter jacket and sits down on your desk chair, swiveling it around and scooting closer. You snatch them from her before she can show them to you properly.

They do seem real. Wrinkled, yes, but looking similar to other tickets you've had before. You glance up at her.

"What's your plan?"

Leaning back and crossing her arms, Natasha shrugs. She kicks her feet up on the mattress of your bed, boots and all, and you sigh before nudging them off. You grimace at the bits of dirt that are left behind.

"You said you wanted to go", she says. "So let's go."

Secretly, you're impressed. A little bit, at least. She went out of her way to track these tickets down, just so you could see the concert. To be fair, she had another reason to — she gets to join, after all. But that doesn't make much of a difference. You didn't have to ask for her to do it.

She's looking a little too smug, though. Head tilted, eyes studying you like she knows she's getting some kind of reward for this. You get up, tickets in hand, and start digging through your closet.

Natasha watches as you take off your hoodie. The impatience makes her skin tingle, and she shifts in her seat.

"That's a yes?", she asks, still staring. You're taking your head out of its bun.

"Yeah", you say vaguely. You let your shorts fall to the floor, where they pool around your ankles, and step out of them. "Like I said, my friend really wanted to go. He'll Venmo you the money."

Her face twists into a small, offended frown. Maybe she should've been more specific, but she bought the tickets so she could go to the concert with you — not some random person. A guy nonetheless.

Speaking is hard, since you're standing in front of her half naked. She blinks and shakes her head. "Your...what?"

"Friend", you repeat. You peek into your closet again and push the jackets aside to look for a specific dress. "His idea."

Natasha stares for another moment, then she runs her hand down your face. Just hooking up. Not dating, not committed. The only argument she has is that she bought the tickets.

You glance at her over your shoulder and smile to yourself. You can see the distress slowly bubbling up in her. You'd keep going, but you're already running late for the concert. You can also tell she meant well — this is not her trying to get you into bed again. Making her spiral would be nothing but mean.

"You're so gullible", you say. You reach for a shade of lipstick that matches your outfit. "Of course you're coming with me. You'll hate every second, I need to see that."

She rolls her eyes and slumps into the chair again. She's relieved, but she also knows she probably came off as desperate. That thought is quickly forgotten about when you step closer, though.

There's a bracelet around your wrist. Pink beads, dangling stars. Small and delicate, but enough to transport back in time. She remembers a house that smelled like alcohol and weed, sex in a friend's bedroom, waking up and feeling conflicted for the first time ever. She doesn't even realize she's staring at the bracelet instead of you.

Cupping her jaw, you tilt her face up. Soft lips press against hers and leave behind lipstick. Suddenly, she's too flustered to speak. She's surrounded by your perfume, her mouth still tingling. She doesn't even register when you pull her up from the chair.

"Come on", you say, ushering her out the door. "Freshen up. I need to put on some makeup, I look dead."

"Dead?", Natasha protests. A head or so taller than you, yet she's letting you order and push her around like a well behaved dog. "Nah, you look good. I like the dark circles under your eyes, you-"

With one firmer push, you guide her right out the door and into the hallway. The door slams shut, and Natasha just stands there for a moment to process everything.

If this were someone else, she'd go home and ghost that person. It wouldn't be worth it — she knows enough women who'd sleep with her when asked. But it's you, so she rubs her face before padding down the hall toward the shared bathroom.

. . .

The parking lot in front of the concert venue is packed. Natasha barely manages to find an empty spot, and the one she finds is right next to a bunch someone left behind. Fast food wrappers, empty beer bottles, some dark mystery liquid — you lift your eyebrows at the sight.

She reads your thoughts like an open book. Rolling her eyes, she reaches behind the seats and pulls out a full bottle of vodka. The clear liquid immediately distracts you.

"Seriously?", you ask, grabbing it. She smirks and fishes out a bottle of orange juice as well. "Really thought of everything."

"Pregame", she replies. She pours the juice into a red solo cup and hands it to you. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's tradition for me. Clint brings an entire keg full of beer."

Slightly distracted by the task of adding vodka to the cup, you hum. It smells like oranges and alcohol, paired with the air freshener Natasha keeps in her car. You picked it out, back when you stopped at a gas station while coming back from a party.

It'd been her idea. Now it dangles from the rear view mirror, pink and shaped like a Christmas tree. Natasha can't even drive home from practice without being reminded of you, but that bothers her less than she'd expected.

You shift in your seat and lift your legs. Getting them across the center console is tricky due to your dress, but once you manage to swing them over, they land in Natasha's lap. She glances at your legs, blinking and putting her hand on your calf.

The drink tastes like every other you've had so far. Alcoholic, sweet and a little tart. When you've had enough, Natasha grabs the cup and empties out the two sips you left. Your lipstick transfers from the cup to her top lip.

You watch her for a moment, then lean over and wipe it away. Thumb gently pressing down on her lips, you tilt your head. "Ready?"

She raises her eyebrows and leaves a quick kiss on your thumb, then she unbuckles. "Ready", she says, opening the car door. "Come on."

After waiting in line for a while, you enter the venue. Natasha isn't too sure what to do with her hands — but when people start running and bumping into each other, she gives up the facade she usually puts on and wraps an arm around your shoulder. It's not what she's used to, but you sink into her side with enough ease to make her believe that could change.

"Wow", you mumble as you walk into the massive space. "Crowded already."

"Yeah", she says, frowning. "You can barely see the stage from here."

You shrug, subtly eyeing the people around you. Mainly girls, of course. All glitter and pink and cowboy boots. You get a little closer to Natasha.

"It's fine", you say. "This is good, too."

She glances at you, then shakes her head. She's getting you closer to that stage, even if it means getting in a fight with a few other people. Tightening her arm around you, she starts pushing through the crowd.

For her, it's easy. She has the advantage of both height and years of working out. All she has to do is slowly work her way forward utilizing her elbows. There aren't many verbal complaints, but the quick glares are telling.

"You'll end up pushing someone."

"That's the point", she mutters, pulling you in tighter. "Need to get them out of my way somehow, no?"

You shoot her an unimpressed look, but she keeps her eyes on the crowd. Step by step, elbows occasionally nudging someone aside, Natasha weaves your way through the group of people for you. Somehow, you make it close to the barricade.

From that point on, you don't have much choice but to stay where you are. The barricade is jammed with people, and honestly, staying a couple feet further in the back makes more sense.

Natasha believes she's on a mission, though. You have to poke her chest a few times to keep her from wedging herself into a group of girls.

"Are you trying to storm the stage?", you ask, gripping the front of her shirt. She stops in her tracks.

"You don't want first row?"

"I'm just glad we're here at all", you say pointedly. Around you, more people try to get closer to the front. Natasha is forced to step closer, so her chest is almost pressed against yours.

A bit taken aback, she stares at you. The lights have dimmed, and your face is inches away from hers. Your lipstick is smudged already — not much, but enough to remind her of the nights she's spent getting it into an even worse state.

"Yeah", she says dumbly. Her hand is still firmly planted on your back, keeping you close. "Me too."

You tilt your chin up enough for her to be able to kiss you if she wanted. Her heart beats a bit faster, but she tries to ignore it. Catching feelings isn't something she allows herself to do. She leans in anyway.

Just before her mouth reaches yours, the lights go out entirely. Cheers erupt around you, and you pull away too fast for Natasha to see it coming. She turns around and stares at the giant screen on the stage.

"That's a cartoon", she mumbles, still staring.

"It's the intro", you explain. You rest your back against her chest and feel her arms cross over your chest. "Just wait."

Natasha hums, her thumb rubbing back and forth on your shoulder. The cartoon ends, and a woman sitting in a bathtub appears instead. You lower your head enough to kiss her forearm.

"What's her name again?"

"Sabrina", you say absently, watching the screen go dark. It slides up smoothly, revealing a stage with winding staircases and curtains. When she steps out, wrapped into a white towel, and the spotlight tracks her as she runs from one side to the other.

Finally, she steps onto the stage. The cheers are loud as she grabs the fabric of the towel to open it and reveal a glittering golden bodysuit.

"Wow", Natasha murmurs into your hair. "Would you ever, you know..."

You smile against her skin. "Yeah?"

She shrugs. She's picturing you in it already, wearing it just for her. You'd step in between her legs as she sits on the bed. The glitter on the fabric would leave a residue on her hands.

"Would look good." She kisses your earlobe right as the music starts playing. You shut Natasha up by patting her arm a few times, the words already tumbling out of you as you sing along.

Natasha has no clue what the lyrics are, but she's pretty sure she's heard you play this exact song a bunch of times. Luckily, the crowd is loud enough to conceal the fact that all she can do is hum along quietly.

It's worth it, though. She's heard you sing along a few times before, but never like this. Her arms tighten around you as the people around you move, just to make sure neither of you fall. Your heart thrums hard in your chest, and she feels every beat like the music rattling her ribcage.

In the middle of it, you turn your head. You can't quite look at her, but that's not important. She leans in anyway to kiss your cheek. At this point, it's hardly platonic. Hardly something she'd be doing with anyone else, but also hardly something she'd ever admit.

"Liked this one?"

"It wasn't bad", she says. "You seemed to enjoy it."

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows. She raises hers right back at you. Around you, the crowd gets louder when the next song starts. You keep staring, determined to make this last, but at some point, you have no choice. You turn towards the stage again, and Natasha swallows to get rid of whatever's lodged in her throat.

Focusing on the concert itself seems impossible. You're still pressed against her front, all body warmth and perfume, and the show isn't the most exciting thing anymore. Her hands settle on your waist and her brain blanks when you accidentally grind into her.

The word 'don't' is on the tip of her tongue, but she chokes on it. You have no clue what you're doing — you're singing along off tune, unbothered by the people around you bumping into you. It's not the first time you're ignoring her, but it might be the first time you're doing it on purpose.

"Do you know the difference?"

Natasha quickly looks at you. Your eyes are on her instead of the stage, and you've almost turned around enough to be fully facing her. She didn't even register the song ending.

"What difference?", she asks, hugging you tighter when a girl stumbles into you. Without realizing, she shields you from everyone else.

You gesture at the short blonde on stage, who's already started the next song. "You know — 'there, their and they are.' Were you even listening?"

Natasha goes from infatuated to slightly offended. Rumors have been circulating since forever, pretty much. That she's dumb, an idiot who's somehow got into college thanks to being a top athlete. You questioning her grammar skills hits that sore spot a little too well.

"Of course I do", she snaps, still keeping you wrapped up in her arms. A black tee, with the short sleeves straining around her biceps. "'There' as in where, 'their' as in belongs to them, they-"

The 'are' doesn't make it out. You get on your tiptoes instead, kissing her and swallowing the word. People cheer, either at the show or at you. You choose to believe it's you.

Hands grip your waist, thumbs pressing into skin. You hook one finger into her necklace and ignore the song. You focus on not stumbling backwards with her instead. She tastes lipstick and vodka. Suddenly, the bathrooms are way too far away — and she can't put a pause on the concert, so her only option is to slow down.

You pull away, cupping her face with one hand. Your thoughts aren't any less lewd than hers, but you're just as aware of the fact you're in the middle of a concert. Nobody's staring, really — they're too focused on what's happening onstage.

Natasha clears her throat and nods at Sabrina, who's performing a slower song now. Without hesitating too much, you turn back around and lean against her front again. Arms wrapped around your middle, she goes quiet.

You get peace for about 10 minutes. Then she pulls out a round bed and Natasha's ears heat up. She's still imagining you in that cute little getup, but now, she's flashing back to a specific night. One leg thrown over her hip, keeping her as deep inside as possible. Tugging at her shoulders and moaning into her ear. Lifting your hips a bit, just enough to meet her every thrust.

It'd been quiet in your dorm, apart from the music coming from another building nearby. It smelled like the cocktail you spilled and the new perfume you insisted on testing out on her. Between pinning her down in order to spray some of the perfume on her, she'd grabbed you and rolled over. Every nerve ending lights up, and heat licks at her spine.

"Hey", she mumbles, starting to get antsy. She's trying hard to keep it in her pants, but she needs a moment to calm down. "I gotta go to the bathroom. You'll be okay?"

You're barely listening, but you hear her anyway. You turn around and frown, your cheeks glowing with a mixture of body glitter and sweat. "Really? Now?"

"Just a minute", she snaps. "I'll be back in no time, I swear. Just stay here."

You give her a doubting look, but the more she fidgets and glares, the less resistance you show. With a defeated sigh, you turn away from her.

"Told you not to drink too much. Fine, go. I'll stay here."

Natasha nods, already making her way through the crowd. Her jeans are getting tighter with every step, her heart racing and her nape sweaty. She's seconds away from public disgrace, and the only thing that's able to save her is the bathroom. To get there, she has to elbow and shove her way through crowds of people. The second the door falls shut, she's bent over the sink and splashing her face with water.

The coldness of it seeps into her skin numbs it a little. Biting her knuckles, she looks up at her own reflection and nearly curses under her breath. She's flushed and dripping water all over herself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", she mutters, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser. She starts drying her face. "Shit."

Behind her, the door to the bathroom opens. She ignores the girls walking in and turns around, sniffling and rubbing her hands dry. She can't even hear her footsteps as she makes her way back into the venue — the music is too loud, even here in the hallway.

Natasha trying to reach the barricade again nearly gets her into a fight. She's always been stubborn, though, and her determination gets her back to your side within a few minutes.

You don't seem to notice her. You're leaning toward another girl, giggling and talking, and Natasha feels her blood pressure rise in a way that feels similar to the drop on a rollercoaster. The girl's fingers are grazing your arm, her head tilted — suddenly, Natasha understands why you get testy whenever she flirts with someone.

Whether it's for fun or not suddenly doesn't matter anymore. She grabs you without warning and muffles your squeak by pulling you against her chest.

"Are you insane?", you hiss. "What was that for?"

"Focus on the show", she says, shushing you. Your nose is right against her shirt, smelling deodorant and feeling the slight dampness of the fabric. "Hey, black suits her."

"Huh?" You turn around and groan. During that short moment of Natasha distracting you, Sabrina managed to pull off a costume change. Feather starts playing, but you're pouting.

Natasha glances at you, her heart thudding still. You're refusing to look at her now, and it's killing her. She's not sure where she went wrong, but it must've happened right after her return from the bathroom.

This is not what she wanted. In her mind, you'd have fun and go home together afterwards. She'd crash in your dorm, naked and hungover, and you'd be happy to have her there. Now, you look like you're about to storm off.

"Are you on your period?", she says, joking in hopes to get you to laugh. It only seems to make matters worse, though, because the look she gets chills her to the bone. "Jesus, alright. Shouldn't have said that."

You roll your eyes and turn around again, keeping your eyes on the stage. The crowd screams over the lyrics, it smells like perfume and sweat and alcohol. Behind you, Natasha rubs her neck. She's used to you two fighting, but she didn't expect it to happen now.

She hesitates, then steps closer. You stiffen at the feeling of her arms around you. Her biceps press against your sides, solid and familiar, and her lips meet your neck. It's enough to make you stop humming.

"Don't be mad", she mumbles, her thumb brushing along the underside of your chest. "You don't want to be mad, and you know it."

"You're a fucking manipulator."

"Only for you." Natasha kisses your neck again. Her hand sneaks higher upwards, cupping your breast and squeezing it. "Enjoy the show. Ignore me."

You scoff, but she doesn't budge. Having a crowd never threw her off, and you're fully aware of that. The library was mild compared to some of the places she's initiated sex in before.

"I would", you say, trying to peel her hand off, "if you weren't such a pain."

"Me?" She nuzzles your jaw. "Funny. You let this 'pain' fuck you four times this week. And counting."

You let out a laugh that signals her death is imminent. It may have been a while since that night at the party — where you slept together for the first time, tipsy and desperate in the sweat-stenched air of Pietro's room — but being reminded of it still sets you off. You'd sworn yourself you wouldn't end up as one of her one-night stands, but you fell for the whole basketball player-shtick anyway.

The worst part is that, even if you get a little nauseous when you think about her abandoning you like all her other disposable hookups, you'll probably still drag her home and into your bed after the concert. You're almost certain you'll end the night with a new dent in the wall behind your bed.

"I'll kill you", you hiss, trying to peel her hand off. "You can't grope your way out of this."

"Hey", she whispers. "Your favorite song."

Unfortunately, her quick distraction works. You look up when you hear Fast Times playing, and suddenly, you give up and let your body do its thing. You melt into her arms and stop resisting the natural course of order.

From that moment on, you forget about the fight. You don't even think about it anymore. When the song comes to an end, you're already over it enough to turn around and tug her into a kiss.

It's always been like this. First you're fighting, then you're suddenly shoving stacks of books off the desk. You can't recall talking an issue out even once. You doubt she has enough emotional maturity to even attempt that.

The vodka and orange juice earlier left a taste on her tongue. At first, everything seems to be under your control — you cup her face, keep her close, try your best to have this remain appropriate. Calloused fingers tug at the fabric of your dress and adjust it. She feels the heat beneath, her self-control wavering. It's a slippery slope from passionate to desperate.

Natasha nods her head to deepen the kiss. Teeth bump, and her hands start bunching up your dress a little. Before she can expose your underwear to an audience of almost 20 thousand people, you grip her wrists and keep her from pushing the fabric up more.

"No", you mumble. She pulls away, breathing heavily, and frowns. "Not now."

"Later?", she asks, rubbing her lips and smudging the lipstick you got all over them. You roll your eyes and shove your hand against her chest. "You were thinking it too."

You shake your head and turn back around, ignoring her as she curses quietly. "That's just you."

She accepts defeat because she has no other choice. Part of her knows she'll end up in your bed — she always does, even if you're arguing. She's never thought of herself as irresistible, but you've gotten close to letting her believe just that.

Her body feels as sweaty as yours as it wraps around you again. You smell sweat and cologne, Read Your Mind is playing, and you both think too much.

You stop paying attention. Her mouth is on your neck, her arms around your waist. The crowd surges every time the lights change. Flashing lights and bass drops blur together just like the songs.

You sing half the lyrics, mumble the rest. Natasha takes a picture of you, then a video. She never lets go of you, though.

"How many songs is that now?", she mumbles against your ear. Her hand runs down your arm until her fingers nudge against your bracelet.

"I stopped counting", you admit. Coincidence just started playing, and judging by how everything has turned into a blur, you're assuming it must've been a quite a few. "My feet hurt."

Natasha tries to sneak a glance at your legs. You're in high heels, but you're still a head shorter than her. The heels are probably killing you by now. She wouldn't be surprised if you ended up with blisters, especially after being nudged around by a crowd all night.

She doesn't understand why you'd put up with the pain just in order to look taller, but it's not her right to judge. Instead, she nods at her boots.

"Take them off", she says. You give her an unimpressed look. "Just do it."

"The floor is gross", you complain, already angling one leg to slip off your high heel. Natasha taps your waist. "What?"

"Stand on my boots."

You pause and stare. She stares back, then rolls her eyes and grabs the heel you're holding. She's not about to argue, because she knows she'd lose. Besides, if she lets you talk too much, you might start saying things that'll scare her. It's better if you both shut up.

"You're kidding", you say, but she's already scooped you off the ground. "Let go!"

"Take off the other one", she insists. She can already feel the sweat accumulate at the back of her neck. "Jesus, hurry up a little."

"I thought I was a lightweight", you hiss. You take off your other high heel, anyway. The leather of her boots feels cold as you stand on them. Natasha loosens her grip on you and exhales quietly.

"Comfy?", she asks, fingers drumming against your stomach.

You let out a begrudging hum and keep staring at the stage. You're not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing she saved you from being unable to walk the next day. Knowing her, she'd use it as leverage. Or to piss you off.

Natasha doesn't really mind your attitude. Not in that moment. You're standing on the toes of her boots, body flush with hers. She has the emotional capacity of a spoon, but there aren't many things she likes more than feeling you this close.

Another song ends. Then Juno starts, and you forget that you're supposed to act like you're mad at her. It's the one song you keep replaying, whether you're in the car or in your dorm. You've requested it at parties (and made a friend connect your phone to the speakers so you could play it if they refused), you added it to Natasha's playlist when she wasn't looking and you obsessively watched the different positions whenever someone posted them.

Natasha's unaware. You tend to doomscroll after sex, a thin sheen of sweat still coating your body, and lift your phone enough to make her see as well. She's tuckered out usually, with her eyes half closed and her face resting against the crook of your neck. She has no clue, but you show her the positions anyway.

"What's that?", she asks, squeezing her arms around your middle. "Why's everyone cheering?"

You briefly glance at her, lips twitching. "Don't know?"

The look she gives you makes you laugh. You don't need her to say it out loud — she's about to see, anyway. You're not too worried, as you've probably done worse than whatever position Sabrina is about to get into on stage.

You watch Sabrina run down the stage and get on her knees so she's almost sitting on the floor. Her knees stay bent for a second as she bounces on nothing a few times. The corners of your mouth tug into a little frown — you're not sure about the logistics behind it. Natasha, however, feels her brain turn into a lump of mush as she realizes what's happening.

It's a sex position. She shouldn't be too shocked, especially since she isn't one to reject experimenting with those, but she's already managed to picture you doing the same thing.

"What do you think?", you ask. She cranes her neck to get a better look at the stage, ignoring you. Her hand squeezes your side like you're about to evaporate and ruin her fantasy of trying this. If she hadn't already been toying with the idea of going home with you, she definitely would've made that decision now.

Sabrina's jumped back up and returned to performing. Natasha finally snaps out of it, but the image of you doing that very thing is burned into her brain. "That- yeah, no, that one's happening. We're doing that. Tonight."

You scoff. "Perv."

"She's creative", she mumbles. "We could be creative. Why aren't we?"

"You're disgusting", you retort, rolling your eyes.

She doesn't argue. She just shrugs, knowing you'll probably end up trying anyway. On stage, Sabrina is back to singing. You're not aware of it yet, but the lyrics plant a little seed in you. One that'll end up growing until you can't resist that itch anymore.

You turn your head to look at her over your shoulder. Natasha almost leans in to kiss you, but there's a glimmer in your eyes that makes her stop. She knows better than to push, as her being nosy has lead to issues in the past, but you have no problem bringing it up anyway.

You lean in closer, so close she can smell the chewing gum you popped into your mouth half an hour ago. Your eyes are dazed from both the vodka and the concert, and she can feel her fingers twitch with the urge to drag you somewhere. She doesn't know where, but anywhere without an audience would work.

She's sweaty, she's tipsy, she's horny. She didn't think you could make it worse. You prove her wrong just like every time.

"Want to give me a baby, too?"

For a split second, all air is knocked out of her lungs. She freezes, eyes wide and hands glued to your sides. Brain gone, body still. Her voice? Nowhere to be found. The music drowns out every thought that's running circles in her mind like a panicked rabbit.

Finally, she lets out a laugh. When she doesn't know what to say, she uses humor to deflect and pivots into touch. Distracting herself is key, otherwise she'll look like an idiot. Little does she know this moment will haunt her all the way to an important basketball game a few weeks later.

"What, now?", she asks, already kissing your neck. "Because I'd rather give you something else right now."

You lift your shoulder a little when her tongue brushes against a ticklish spot on your neck. "Smooth."

"I'm not joking. The bathroom isn't too shabby."

You shake your head and look at the stage again. Still, she keeps all her attention on you. Your shoulder is littered with kisses, her hands roam up and down, quiet curses escape her. You barely hear them, but they add to the thrumming inside you anyway. Alcohol, music, an idea that could either ruin everything or get something entirely different started.

The song has ended, thankfully. Natasha's head hasn't stopped spinning though, and you're somewhere between exhaustion and an inexplicable rush of giddy stupidity. The latter is intensified by the alcohol coursing through your veins. You didn't have much of it, but its effect is stronger thanks to the oppressive heat inside the venue.

You turn your head enough to be able to kiss her. She sucks on your tongue and gropes your stomach, feeling the heat beneath. Please Please Please is playing, you grab her face and deepen the kiss, and Natasha feels blood rush into her lower half. As if the heat wasn't bad enough, it's now accompanied by the recurring pressure in her dick.

Her hand slips lower with each passing second until she reaches what she's looking for. Her thumb brushes the curve of your ass and Natasha sighs, trying to tug you even closer.

No matter what you do or where you are, you always seem to end up in the same situation — with a hard-on pressing against you like a quiet reminder that this is what your relationship is doomed to be like.

You tilt your head as you part from her. She's seconds from bringing up the bathroom idea again, you can see it written all over her face. If you as much as look at her the wrong way, you're ending up with your back against a bathroom wall with sharpie all over it.

"No."

Natasha clenches and unclenches her jaw. She should've expected that answer, but part of her was too hopeful. Rejection therapy isn't something she ever had to get acquainted with, which led to her believing 'yes' would be the standard answer for just about everything.

"The concert will be over soon", you add, pulling away from her grasp. You step off her boots and onto the cold floor, grabbing your high heels again. Somehow, you managed not to lose them.

"Right", she says, watching you put on your heels again. The girl next to you bumps into your side, and Natasha keeps herself from tugging you back into her chest. "Got any plans for later?"

"You're trying to come home with me", you state, not wasting a second on your reply. She bites the insides of her cheeks. "Is that why you wanted to come here? Because it'd lead to sex?"

"You seemed like you wanted it too", she tries to defend herself. She's not sure she means what she said, but it's too late. The words hang between you, Don't Smile is playing and time is running out. You had a fight not too long ago — she doesn't want this to result in another one. She doesn't want to end this night with you being mad at her.

All you do is stare for a moment, then turn back around. Natasha runs a hand through her hair as she tries to come up with a way to salvage this. You still have to survive the car ride home, and honestly, the idea of dropping you off and leaving afterwards kills her. She shouldn't want this as much as she does — if her teammates knew, it'd be over for her —, but she can't exactly change it.

You feel her fingertips trace your shoulder blade. Nails rake over skin, fingers slip under the strap of your dress. She tugs gently, with just enough strength for you to notice. The strap snaps back against your shoulder. You don't react, not visibly, but your resolve weakens.

"Don't be mad", she says, hooking her finger under the thin piece of fabric again. "I'll buy you something at the merch booth."

"I have money", you say, staring at the stage. Her fingers find the zipper on your dress and give it a light tug. "Keep going and I'll call an Uber."

Natasha hesitates. The song is coming to an end, which means that she only has minutes left. Words tend to be her favored way of getting out of uncomfortable situations. She's ended arguments being a touchy smooth talker, murmuring bullshit until the other caved. With you, it's never been different, but there's starting to be more behind it.

"Smile", she says, wrapping a strand of your hair around her finger. "Smile and I'll kiss you."

You ignore the way your skin tingles when she reaches for the strap of your dress again. She tugs at it like it's a lifeline, like touching your body will make you rewind to the night were things were easy and hot and mutual. It's a flirty game, and she's using it to try and charm her way back into your good graces.

"I need you to mean that", you say, still not looking. It's like you just froze time, and the concert, for her.

She's stunned for a moment. Because she does mean it, even if everything about her screams she doesn't. There's no other explanation as to why she'd be putting herself through this otherwise. She has her pick of girls who'd sleep with her. Ever since becoming the basketball's team captain, that number has only increased. And yet, she's standing in a venue full of glitter and makeup products she couldn't name for the life of it.

Somehow, she enjoys being here anyway.

"What if I do?"

"You don't", you insist, your back stubbornly turned toward her. "I don't think you're capable of that."

Natasha rolls her eyes and steps closer. Her hand cups your waist, her front is right up against your back. Her idea of apologizing includes undoing a bra, but you still have an audience.

You don't try to escape her touch. It's not like there's much space around you to do that, but she feels something light up inside her regardless. Her hand curves around your middle and, when you fail to pull away once more, her lips brush your ear.

"I mean it", she mutters, too reluctantly for you to believe she doesn't mean it. It's lies that come easy to her — the truth scares her. "Now kiss me. I don't want you to be mad at me."

You keep your eyes glued to a random spot on stage, but they close for a split second. Inside you, your heartbeat stutters and the petty urge to make her grovel fades. You don't forgive easily — not usually, not when it comes to Natasha. You're already calculating the perfect moment to turn around, though.

You give up on that last bit of resistance when Espresso starts playing. You glance at her and meet her gaze, and paired with the music and the screaming crowd, it almost feels ridiculous. The fight was unnecessary, just like all the other ones you've had so far were.

"I'm sorry", she finally mumbles, licking her lips and looking at your own. "I'm stupid. I know that. Don't take that Uber."

A switch flips and, suddenly, your resolve crumbles quicker than you want it to. Natasha knows she's out of the woods when you roll your eyes, so she taps your lower back and cracks a smile.

"You forgot the kiss", she reminds you.

"Did I smile?"

She shakes her head. Her fingers drag over clothed skin, tapping and curling, and you squirm. You resist the tickling sensation about five seconds, then you let that smile slip that she's been waiting for. Natasha doesn't get to enjoy the view for long, though, as you immediately put on a frown.

"Fuck you."

She laughs, already pulling you closer. You get on your tiptoes right as she leans in. Her lips press against yours, soft and firm at once. You grip the front of her shirt, the fabric spilling out between your fingers. If she didn't know any better, she'd think you're angry about not being kissed this whole time — you're up on your toes just to kiss her back, at least. Natasha convinces herself that counts for something.

People yell around you, confetti falls like thick snowflakes in all kinds of colors. Drinks spill when the crowd moves and makes everyone bump into each other. You hear someone start to list names as they tell the audience to make noise for everyone, but you're both at a point at which you're ignoring it.

By the time you part, you're both out of breath. Natasha's silently swearing that she'll never pretend she isn't way too deep into this, and you're just trying to remember which way the exit was.

"Shit", you mumble, letting people squeeze past you as they start trickling out of the venue.

Natasha swallows and nods, her arm curled around your waist. "I fucking hate when you ignore me."

"Don't give me a reason to, then", you say. You glance at your wrist and touch it, a frown on your face. "I think I lost my bracelet."

"What?" She looks up and blinks, then grabs your hand to confirm. "Oh. Fuck. What's it look like?"

You start searching the floor — looking for the pink beads, the little stars dangling from it — but it's difficult to stay focused over all the noise. The chattering coming from all sides is almost louder than the concert itself, and you're cut off by people who try to get past you but don't quite succeed.

Natasha frowns as she helps you. It’s your favorite bracelet — it's the one you wore when you first kissed. When you first slept together, too. And now, the only thing tying you to that night in Pietro's bedroom might be gone.

Right as she opens her mouth to say something, a girl next to you steps on something. Whatever object her heel landed on crunches loudly, and both of you freeze.

"My bracelet", you groan, immediately continuing to search the floor. It seems impossible with all the people walking by and blocking your vision. “I loved that thing! It was so expensive, too!"

"Well...why'd you wear it?", she asks, panicking as well. But the object on the floor is a cheap pair of reading glasses, with the shards scattered around it. She lets out a breath. "Alright, you can calm down."

"'Calm down'? It's still gone, you moron!"

Natasha shuts up. She knows better than to keep going. As you continue searching the floor, she pads after you and tucks her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Her fingertips brush against something cold and round.

She stops in her tracks and hesitates. Finally, she pulls out the bracelet. It takes you five seconds to notice she's not walking anymore. Like a switch flipped, you go from panicked to pissed.

"What, you're going to just stand there? Of course. It's gone, and you're just going to- oh, fuck you", you hiss. "It's gone!"

Natasha rolls one of the beads between her fingers. She hesitates again — you look like you're about to tear someone's head off, and it'd most likely be hers; but when you whip around again, she can't help it anymore.

"It's not gone", she blurts. "I have it."

You feel everything inside you be put on hold for a second. You don't believe her in that initial second, but then she's pulled out the exact bracelet you were looking for. With the same pink beads and history attached to it, now dangling from her fingers.

Finally, you let out a breath. You're by her side in a split second to grab the bracelet and give it a quick glance, then you put it on.

"This the one?", she mumbles, carefully watching your reaction. You nod and look up. Your hand cups the back of her head faster than she can register, and only when the bracelet gets tangled in her hair does she realize you're kissing her.

You pull away, staring at her. The air between you is charged with the afterbuzz of the concert and the mouthwarm of the kiss. You weren't happy about her suggesting that she come home with you after the show, but now, anything else wouldn't seem right.

"Yeah. That's the one. Let's just..." You nod at the exit. "Let's go."

Natasha nods and puts her hand on your lower back, even though there's no crowd she needs to guide you through. Outside, it's dark and still hot from the day. Cars speed down the highway nearby, and on the other side of the parking lot, two shadows are nestled against the side of a car.

"My dorm or yours?", you ask, trying not to be too obvious. Natasha smiles and lets her hand drop a bit lower.

"Yours."

. . .

Music is playing from your old portable speaker. The room smells like the chicken wings Natasha picked up on the way home. She's on your bed, heart-eyed and silent, as you're sitting at your desk with a vanity mirror in front of you.

"You're taking long", she mumbles, stretching. "Thought we had a deal."

"There was no deal", you reply, using a napkin soaked in makeup remover to clean your face. She sighs and rolls over onto her side. "You being gross doesn't equal a deal."

"It has before."

You give her a pointed look through the mirror. She raises her eyebrows, caught somewhere between flustered and horny. The concert wasn't long — and yet, it feels like she's been practicing involuntary celibacy for years.

"You want to try it, too", she adds. Your mind jumps back to the Juno position and you clench your jaw. Suddenly frustrated, you shift in your chair. Natasha notices, of course. "Don't lie."

"We've fought twice tonight", you point out, desperately trying to ignore the fact you're gripping the desk with one hand. You can't ignore it too well, though. Neither can she. "Don't let there be a third time."

Natasha rolls her eyes and props her upper body up on her forearm. Her hair is in a low bun that's slowly coming loose, and somehow, both her shirt and her cheek are speckled with glitter from your dress. You're still taking off your makeup, but she's got something else to take off in mind.

You should be distracted by the makeup remover dripping down your neck, but you're too caught up on the fact that there's someone lying on your bed. You're both still sweaty, still stuck in that weird, slightly disorienting haze caused by the bracelet. You move your foot, which was crossed at the ankle with your other one, and knock over one of your high heels.

"Are you still mad?", she suddenly asks. It's as unexpected as the cars outside, their tires screeching just a split second after she stops talking. You turn around and stare. "Is that a yes?"

"Guess, since you're so good at it."

Natasha rolls her eyes and slumps back into the pillow. You ball up the napkins on your desk and toss them into the trashcan, then you get up. The second she hears a zipper being pulled down, she lifts her head again.

Your back is turned to her. She watches the dress fall to the floor and, seeing more and more skin be revealed like something at a museum, feels blood rush south. Her boxers tent and she gives you a slightly desperate look when you reach for a pair of shorts.

"What?", you ask, eyebrows furrowed. She isn't sure whether you're irritated or genuinely confused, which throws her off more.

"You got glitter in your hair", she says innocently. Her fingers are twisting the hem of her shirt, her cheeks are dusted pink. She can pretend all she wants, but you know the tiny telltale signs by heart. That same girl who's thrown up on court and ghosted half the campus and flirted her way into your pants — she's nervous now.

You take out your earrings and pad to the windowsill to leave them there. She watches every move like she fully expects you to join her any minute. It's better to be prepared, which is why she feels for the thin square object in the pocket of her shorts.

"I got an idiot in my bed, too", you mumble. "Don't see me complaining about that."

Natasha, slumped into the mattress like she's a wounded soldier, perks up when you make your way to her side. She reaches out her hand and her fingertips graze your thigh, and when you sit down, she finally straightens up fully for the first time since entering your dorm.

"You brought this idiot here", she reminds you, her finger hooking into the strap of your bra. "You're so far away."

"You're kidding."

"I'm really not." She tugs at the bra strap and you sigh. Her fingers run down your arm until they reach your wrist — or rather, the bracelet dangling from it. "Do you hate me?"

"I'm thinking about it", you deadpan. She sees right through your lie, as usually, so your words don't have much of an effect. She keeps tugging, and you keep caving; once you've swung one leg over her lap, one knee on each side of her hips, it's over. You're still buzzing from the concert, and the bracelet, and there aren't many other things that'd be fitting for this situation.

You wrap her necklace around your index finger, pulling at it gently. She nods her head to press a kiss to your knuckle.

"Don't seem like you hate me", she mumbles. "You're still here."

"My standards have lowered significantly." Your lips twitch when she looks up, her eyebrows furrowed. "They weren't high to begin with."

Natasha huffs quietly, but her smile matches yours. She wraps one arm around your waist, biceps solid and familiar, and draws you closer. You don't mean to laugh, or brush your lips against hers, but it happens anyway. You pull away and she hums, staring at you.

You let out a breath. Your hands run into her hair to tilt her head back tugging just a little. Natasha feels the intention of keeping it casual fall apart, and to combat the feeling of anxiety creeping up, she kisses you again.

It's not much. Just soft presses of lips, sighs between them. Mouths open as the kisses grow sharper, a little more desperate. You feel the wet patch on her boxers before she does. You pull away enough to see the smudged lipstick on her mouth. You removed most of your makeup, but leaving that on was intentional.

One hand gripping her collar, you yank her closer. Hot lips press against yours, stiff due to her initial state of surprise, but then she kisses you back again.

Her hands settle on your waist after a moment. She brushes her tongue along your bottom lip, and when you feel her boner press against the inner part of your thigh, you roll your hips against hers. Your knees grind into the mattress and both of you are out of breath way too quickly.

"Hey", she mumbles, pulling away just enough to be able to speak. "You want this?"

"We're past asking, I think."

Natasha exhales and nods. Her hand curves around your back and up your spine, finding the clasp of your bra. It comes undone, the pressure around your chest loosens, and you let the straps slide off your arms. The piece of fabric ends up on the other side of the room, forgotten about before it even hits the floor.

Her hand is inside your shorts before you manage to kiss her again. You wiggle against her fingers, cursing quietly.

"Jesus, you're wet already?", she mumbles.

"You're the one dripping", you shoot back. Her hand moves slowly, too slowly for the both of you. You swear again, clutching her shirt so hard she feels the pressure around her chest.

Her fingers flex inside you. She keeps working you open until you have to clasp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from whining. Just seeing that happen is enough for Natasha to want to take it slow, but her boxers hurt from the pressure, so she pulls out again.

"Can you not?", you complain, her hand stuck in the waistband of your shorts for a moment. She raises her eyebrows.

"Still hate me?"

"You're on thin ice", you mutter. She puts her hands on your waist and guides you up, making your frown fade. "I'll kick you out."

Natasha glances at you, and somehow, she's able to make you feel bad. It's a guilt trip, heading straight for the spot that'll make you stop whining. Unfortunately, it works.

Once she realizes she's won, she looks much more content already. You're too impatient to put up much of a fight. There are always other ways to take revenge, after all.

"What's your plan?", you cave. She hums and lifts you up again, manhandling you as she pleases.

"Turn around", she says. "I want to try it."

Your back is already turned towards her when she says that. The moment you remember what she's talking about, you feel heat shoot up your spine and then back down between your legs. Natasha tugs at your shorts and waits for you to nod, then she helps you pull them off all the way.

It's hot in your dorm, summer heat clinging to both of you. With her only sitting there in a sports bra now, you can feel how sweaty and flushed she is. You straddle her facing away and lean back against her chest.

"Alright", she breathes, her hands on your waist. You lift your hips and feel her tip nudge into you. "There you go."

"Shut the fuck up", you moan, trying to sink down. The angle isn't making things easier for you — getting adjusted to her still hurts. "Don't move, don't move-"

"I'm not", she husks. Her fingers curl into your sides, leaving little crescents behind as she guides you. "Come on, just a little more."

She rocks up into you, bottoming out. Your hips are pinned in place. The bed creaks quietly and you moan.

The thrusts are long at first, calculated. You're still sitting up, still trying to take each roll of her hips. Her nose is against your neck as she breathes in, perfume and a hint of cherry gloss making it seem like a fever dream in the late of summer.

With her hands still guiding you, she starts going slower. The angle hits deep, the spots are sweet enough to make you gasp quietly. She's not thrusting, she's grinding. It's not rough, but relentless, and she feels her self control slip with each noise you make.

Then, you clench. Natasha curses as she barely stops herself from coming on the spot.

"Shit", she grunts, her voice low and lost between the slick, unhurried sounds that fill the room. Mentally, she's thanking Sabrina for introducing her to this. "Don't do that."

"Come on", you say. You're barely able to speak at this point. "This was your idea. You were so cocky earlier."

Natasha's forehead is glued to your shoulder. You lift one arm and move your hand behind you, cupping the back of her head. The bracelet around your wrist nudges her ear and gets tangled in a few flyaway hairs.

Her hands are grinding you down, her hips are rolling up into you. The room smells like sex and sweat, and when one of her hands suddenly starts roaming your body, you know it's over for you.

She presses down on your stomach, cups your breast, moves it all the way up to your throat. She barely wraps her hand around it before letting go again. It drifts to the aching spot between your thighs, where she's still buried inside of you, and she starts circling it without warning.

"Fuck", you stammer, one knee jerking. "Fuck, Nat-"

She ignores how your fingers tangle into her hair and tug. Her arm locks around your waist, keeping you pressed against her. She feels her own outline against her forearm and almost loses it.

At this point, it's almost too much. Natasha's been hanging on by a thread for hours, and you're not doing better. She tugs you fully into her lap as she keeps grinding up, sweat trickling down her bicep and her hair curling from the moisture.

"The bracelet", you moan, melting against her. "How did you find it?"

"I didn't." She makes a noise that sounds close to a sob. You'd laugh — it's you who did it, after all — but her hips jerk up and rid your mind of any thoughts. "I took it."

"Oh", is all you say. Her hand keeps working your clit, and each thrust goes deeper and deeper until she's all but grinding in spot. Her words linger, but you're too far gone to react.

The buildup is sudden and intense. She thrusts up one more time, her arm pulling you down as she rocks up, and that's it. Heat floods you, hitting each nerve ending. She spills, your back arches, and the bracelet almost rips a few of her hairs out when you adjust your arm.

"Shit", she pants, still nuzzling your neck. "That hurt."

"You're the one complaining?", you whine. You're twitching with aftershocks, nearly wheezed while talking — you could've sworn she'd rip a hole into you. Yet, she's talking about 'hurt' like she's the one who experienced it.

"Your bracelet, dumbass. It’s pulling my hair."

"Oh." You swallow and gently remove your hand. Her hand hasn't moved from between your legs. Her thumb keeps circling your clit like she's about to initiate something else. But you're sticky and trembling and in desperate need of a shower. "Get out of me before I cry."

You hear her swallow, feel the kiss on your shoulder. She hesitates before pulling out, slowly, and wipes your thighs with the back of her hand.

"I didn't mean to", she confesses, grabbing a tissue with her clean(-ish) hand. "I don't know why I did it. Guess it reminded me of...things."

"The party", you state. She shoots you a glare. "Don't look at me like that! You took it like some weird creep."

When she doesn’t say anything, all you can do is scoff and get up. Natasha, feeling like an idiot for confessing while too deep inside you and too pussy-drunk to form a single coherent sentence, jumps up and follows after you. She tries crossing her arms behind her head as you walk to the shower on wobbly legs, but even that  doesn't feel right anymore.

"You need help?", she finally asks. You grab your robe and head for the door.

"You need to leave", you say, hand on the doorknob. "You know that bracelet is important to me!"

"I know", she says slowly. She's seen it on you during the party, and then consistently after you started hooking up more. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad."

You roll your eyes and step out into the hallway. Natasha groans and puts on her shorts before walking after you, the floor cold beneath her feet. She makes sure not to step into some old chewing gum and then tries getting ahold of you.

The towel nearly slips. She retracts her hand like she touched the earth's core itself.

"What is wrong with you-"

"I wasn't thinking", she quickly says, fingertips grazing your wrist. "I swear."

"No", you shoot back. "You were thinking too much. See the issue?"

She doesn't understand at first, then she opens her mouth — and shuts it again. Because you're right, again. You're calling her out, which she both hates and loves. It's something that no one's ever done before, at least not like this. Not in a way that made her listen.

"And the concert", you add. "What was that about? Did you want to do something nice, or was it about fucking me again?"

"Okay", she stammers, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't want to go off topic, but we're in the middle of the hallway, and it's late at night, and-"

"You don't want everyone to find out?", you snap. Her eyes widen immediately. "Little late for that, since under the bleachers seemed just fine for you."

Heat creeps up her neck and all the way to her ears. She rubs her eyes — if she'd just given up on the ticket hunt, she wouldn't be standing here right now — as she tries to find the right words. Somehow, that's where she always ends up: in some weird headspace that removes her ability to communicate verbally.

The easiest way to deal with this would be to drag you back into bed. But you don't want that — you'd probably kill her, in fact — and neither does she. Her only option is to find the right words, even if it seems impossible.

"It wasn't about sex", she mumbles, each syllable feeling like it's clinging to her vocal cords and refusing to let go. "You know that."

You shake your head and adjust your towel. Someone down the hall opens their door, but it shuts again almost right away. "You know, believing you is one of the biggest mistakes someone could make. So why should I?"

"No", she admits. "You shouldn't. But I want you to, anyway."

"It's not about what you want", you reply, fixing your towel again. You almost let go, and she immediately grabs the edge to keep it in place. "It's about being an adult. There's a thing called 'emotional intelligence', but I guess you won't even look at that until you can stick your dick in it."

"You're emotionally intelligent", she says unhelpfully. "Does that count?"

Another stare. Then you're headed for the bathroom, and Natasha has to follow suit again. Why she's fighting, she pretends not to know. Even if everything she does is telling her why.

The water starts running, and she joins you without asking. You don't bother trying to kick her out. It wouldn't work anyway, so you let her lean against the wall of the shower cubicle.

She exhales as you reach for your loofah. It smells like almond and vanilla, but for the first time ever, even that doesn't turn her on. She shifts and then pushes away from the wall to grab the loofah.

"What-"

"I'll be more thorough", she mutters, moving to stand behind you. "Don't move too much."

You scoff, but don't bother arguing. The rough material of the loofah is running along your shoulders already anyway, so you stand there and let her coat your skin suds. It's just the loofah at first — scrubbing away sweat and dead skin cells, cleaning you of every dumb thing Natasha's said that night.

Her hand follows, but it's not the usual little game of trying to get you into bed. Suddenly, she's tracing shoulder blades and your spine and gently poking the spot where the nail of her index finger left a faint mark.

"That's me."

"I know", you say simply. "It's not like there's anyone else."

Natasha nods and lets out a breath. She returns to washing your back, your arms, your sides. Her hand cups your waist and she leans in to kiss the back of your neck. You freeze, then relax enough for her to repeat it.

"I'm sorry", she murmurs, her lips against your skin. Her hand trails down your arm, right to the bracelet. "There's a reason. I swear. But you said it, I don't do well with the sappy stuff."

"Natasha."

"I like what it stands for", she says, slipping her fingers between the bracelet and your wrist. "It reminds you of something. It reminds me, too. I should've just asked for it."

You breathe in and out. Your fingers curl, your eyes close. Her free hand touches your lower stomach before splaying out on it.

She's not making sense. She never did. But you move your hand away from her grasp and remove the bracelet from your wrist. This time, you give it to her on purpose. It looks small in her palm.

"That's yours", she says dumbly.

"You stole it", you say, turning around again to rinse off. "If you can do that, you can accept it from me."

"Yes, but..." She shakes her head and looks up. "Why?"

Not even you know. Not really. All you know is that you’re tired, and if she wants to have a piece of you, she can have it. And maybe, she’ll figure out how to take care of it first.

You don’t tell her. Instead, you shrug, the water running down your body and removing all the soap suds. She tries her best not to check you out, so she quickly looks at the bracelet again.

"I want you to have it", you say, twisting the shower knob and making the water stop running. "Do with it what you will."

She watches you as you leave, your footsteps quiet in the darkened room. She doesn't follow — not this time. She hears the door to the communal bathroom close, then she glances at the bracelet again. It had one memory attached to it before: sex, at a party, mainly resulting from a game of 'spin the bottle'. Now, that may have changed.

Do with it what you will.

Natasha doesn't wear it. Not now, that is. But she keeps it in her wallet, next to her toothbrush, on her dashboard.

When she does decide to give you her jersey, she wears it beneath the sweatband on her wrist. It's hard for anyone else to see the faint outline of it — yet she does, anyway.

[lovetei]

Hello! I love your writing! Are the requests open? If yes, could you do the headcanon MC/reader married life with Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon? (these four are my biases) Thank you! 😘💜

Yey!! I'm answering requests again let's go!!

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Married life with them, how does it go?

Versions: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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LUCIFER

People know you as 'THE SPOUSE' because whenever he's about to blow up, you will be there to stop him

Your relationship is the type where Lucifer will put you to sleep first then secretly wake up to do his work

Then he will be hit by a flying slipper

Then he'll look to his side and saw you sitting up on the bed

Brows twitching out of annoyance and eyebags under your eyes

You HAVE to be fierce at times

Lucifer is known to be under Diavolo's control most of the time, he works for him.

So, there are quiet a few restrictions on his actions.

He could be fucking popping a nerve and will still not be able to fight back because he has to keep up Diavolo's reputation good.

So you do it for him.

One time, someone gave a rude comment to Lucifer

Imagine being rude to Lucifer bruh

And that person was in a quiet important position

So of course, he has to laugh it of like "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."

And que MC suddenly clearing her throat giving the most fake laugh while wide eyed staring at the man like "HA HA HA HA HA" with the most fake smile

Yeah

He's the type to ignore murder but draw the line at disrespecting his spouse

And you're the type to look at him while eating and think "Look at my man, ain't no way he's a murderer."

He is.

If Lucifer will SOMEHOW be charged of murder, which he really committed, MC would hold up a large sign outsid the prison, if it hasn't burned yet, with the words "FREE MY MAN"

To be honest, his whole thoughts on you just revolves around "Baby, you're freaky and strange. It's freaking me out." but continues watching and supporting you anyways.

You're just messing with him

Like, let the man have a break

You're the type of spouse to make a jerking hips movement while he's lecturing you tbh

DIAVOLO

So fun

Just shits and giggles

You don't argue, you bashes his head on concrete and he takes like a man with a smile

One time, he saw you struggling with gardening and he went outside to mess with you.

He asked, "Is this guy bothering you?" and pointed at the soil

You looked at him confused but nodded

Then he started punching the soil

He refuses to do extra paperwork now because he believes you're like those dog like

You know

Those dogs that know when their owner is coming home

And he believes that if he doesn't come home on time

You'll start howling like a pug on anesthesia

Yeah

And your vibes to him is like

"You poor thing." (Deregatory) (Sexual)

But you're his dream spouse

When he was a child, he likes those spouse that protects their BIGGER spouse

And he said "I like my spouse scary. Maybe I'll marry someone like them and they'll kill everyone who's ever said a bad thing about me."

He did marry one

You guys are a power couple though

You would attend the parties on matching clothes, especially tailored for the two of you

And he would be smiling like a puppy and you would be beside him glaring at whoever tries to be rude to him

But YOU know that HE knows who's naughty and nice

He'll deal with them when you're asleep

BARBATOS

"Yes, Baby. Your emotional wall is high and impenetrable. Can we kiss now?" — MC

It's just like that

I don't make the rules

Yeah, he's calm and collected

He's so stressed with you, everytime.

You're the menace and he's the leash

After using your magic, you would be leaning sexily on a wall in front of him

Coughing out BLOOD

Saying, "How do I look? Do I look good?" *Cough* "Was that hot?"

It wasn't.

He stands with his canceled spouse

Like

If everyone else is standing in front of his door, bloodied and bruise

He'll open his door IF and ONLY IF you're the one who knocked, or Diavolo

Then he'll open it

Grab you

Close the door

Open it again

Grad Diavolo

And let the rest of them bleed to death

He just loves you so much

Sometimes... ONLY SOMETIMES

When you tripped on the stairs and a lot of people saw it

He'll turn back time

ONLY SOMETIMES

Maybe not so sometimes

And by the way

If he has to move to another timeline

He will marry you

Over and over again

SIMEON

If you think you can bat your eyelashes at him and get whatever you want

Yes

Yes you can

He's so soft for you it's insane

It's so hot how his ring would shine when the slightest bit of life bounces of it

How it's cold metal would hit your skin when he cups your face and kisses you

How he absent mindedly fidget with it when he saw anything that reminded him of you

He's so soft

Like a cushion

Ready to catch you everytime you fall

He's also kind of clingy

But

Yeah, clingy

Everytime he wakes up and you're not there

He let's out the MOST dramatic sigh and think "The world is quiet cruel."

Chill, MC's in the kitchen making you guys food

But if you're indeed not there

He takes his suffering out on his book characters

Sexy evil bad bitch × quiet shy Boi (that can be a psycho)

He's a 10 but he doesn't mind that you're crazy so he's a 20

If you ask him the "What would you do if I turned into a worm?"

He'll answer the softest shit, "I'll build you a worm sanctuary, and take care of you."

Of course, after he said that you'll look up to the sky and thank father for his magic seed or whatever

[asce-of-hearts]

Hii omg i love your content SO much and i was wondering if you could write some nsfw headcanons for toby, masky and jeff with an inexperienced darling who’s all eager to please them :(

Eager

contents: NSFW Headcanons of yan!Ticci Toby, Yan!Masky and Yan!Jeff the Killer with an inexperienced darling who's eager to please them.

more content of Masky and Toby here

more content of Jeff here

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WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-CON, YANDERE, KNIFE PLAY FOR JEFF, SORT OF GUN PLAY FOR MASKY, MENTIONS OF VIRGITINY FOR TOBY, NSFW.

Jeffrey Woods - Jeff the Killer

Jeff likes it because it makes him feel in control, and also because in his eyes that gives him permission to do anything he wants with you.

He likes that despite your trembling and whimpering, at how you're crying and trying your hardest not to flinch away from his cruel and bruising touch, you're still eager. Like a kicked puppy, you still look at him with those wide adoring eyes, asking for more even when you don't want to.

Trying your best to stay still as he draws blood out of you with his knife, its the best thing ever. He can cut and carve and mince as much of you as he wants and you won't complain, won't put up a fight.

And if you ever refuse he just has to manipulate and coerce you into agreeing, into thinking your refusal and dismissal of his desires its equivalent to murdering him in cold blood.

He's always very rough and harsh, very mean, very cruel. Not minding when you plead for him to slow down in the softest, meekest voice. He doesn't care, as long as he's getting his pleasure you come in second place.

Doesn't mean he's not grateful. He just doesn't care enough about it to say it. But he loves the way you behave, he loves the way you try.

You're the perfect victim.

Timothy Wright - Masky

Tim is relieved. Saves him the god awful job of having to force you. Not because it would make him guilty, but because having to fuck you while pinning you down or pointing a gun at you seems just so troublesome.

Even if he won't say it out-loud, it's cute, it's cute how you try. How your legs always end up trembling because he makes you ride him and you just want to bounce up and down over his cock faster, or how you gag as you try your best to not choke around his fat cock, or how you tear up as he forces you in the most strange and uncomfortable positions. All in the name of pleasure.

And he's... nice about it. Calling you a useless whore only the first couple of times you're unable to put less than half his dick inside your mouth. Degrading names morph into words of condescending praise whispered at you as he grins and pulls your hair, using you however he pleases.

He's not the best teacher, but not the worst entirely. He takes his time, wanting you to enjoy yourself at least a little bit.

Also because when he tried to shove his cock inside you for the first time without any prep you were so tight he felt like he was fucking a hydraulic press. Mmm-hmm, not the most pleasurable experience for either of you.

He's happy to have you willing to learn what he likes or needs.

Tobias Rogers - Ticci Toby

You're eager? Ha! He's eager!

His heart beats so fast when he sees you naked, he feels like he's going to burst when you kiss him. Too much tongue, and teeth and drool between the both of you, from both parts. You're equally as virginal and inexperienced.

A time of experimentation, even with the pains and embarrassments that come with it. Sessions that can last hour after hour, condom after condom, bed broken after bed broken. Some of those end up without either of you able to cum, others with both of you so overstimulated you feel like you'll die if you have another orgasm.

Very sweet, always mindful of doing his best to make you feel good. Definitely a very reciprocal scenario. He wants to please and you want to please, win-win.

His tics make it hard at times, sometimes you're about to cum and he just has to have a spasm that throws his rhythm off. Or accidentally shoving his cock inside your mouth too fast and too hard due to a tic that seemingly came out of nowhere. As long as you're able to overlook it or laugh it off with him, there should be no bigger issues with that.

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pile i @tarotbyjam24

Okay you're a person who doesn't give up very easily you believe in consistency and quality . People love how you always have tons of ideas for everything you're a person to whom everyone comes for advice and you just give them a certain advice out of your purse . You're the multitasker person . You are the type who may have more than 2 income streams , studying more than 2 things at once and so on . You make use of your all body very well . You can be the restless typa person and people love that about you how you have this childlike energy to you which can't be kept inside their body and they're always jumping here n there minds filled with curiousities prolly eating a choco chip cookie with one hand and using other to write your abcs . You give child like enegy to others which people love about you . I'll say you're a kid stuck in adult body . Your face may also have child like vibe to it aww soo cute I remembered someone close to me because of this pile . People love your spirit you can be that crying cuz I didn't get 1st rank person and always there putting your efforts ,sharping your axe . You're definitely a lucky person in other's eyes and that's why they all love you . You may bring luck to wherever you go . People love when you make specific cute faces that you don't notice until others tell you you were cute a minute ago. You're also the person who may take bullet for others and protect them because you felt that feeling of hurt before it could them a true empath. You may be easily able to put yourself in other's shoes and think n feel what they're going through people love that about you pile 1 . You may also laugh while getting hurt metaphorically and people adore that about you like how kind you're always no matter what. You're other people's partner in crimes or you're always there for them backing them up . Got no friends? Don't worry cuz my pile 1 is always supporting in good or bad haha . You're your people's prank buddy too and oh my you're the life of the party too . If you're not in any gatherings everything seems super bland . You're viewed as cool person and people love those things about you . You can be the eldest sibling\cousin in your paternal\maternal side so it's like you lead the army and you've the responsibility to make things fun haha . You're that friend everyone would call at 2 am and tell them everything and you will come running to them and punch that person's face who hurted your friend. You're literally definition of girl's girls can we say boy's boys too 😭 ? Okay so people love you because you love them too . This love is not one sided . You adore everyone around you and everyone adore you too. People love that you don't have scarcity mindset and always believe that things will flow positively even tho it doesn't seems like that but there's inner belief that it will work out somehow. You believe in both giving and receiving which keeps the balance in your energies and that why people love you. People are not always leaching on you or vice versa the balance is always there and if balance is not there you may not feel your right self and you will most likely to speak what things aren't working for you with others be it colleagues, friends, family and people love that honesty of yours and how well you articulate things without getting hurt or hurting others . Thank you for reading !

pile ii @tarotbyjam24

Hii magical pile 2 , people love the way you manage your finances or how you help others managing them probably you're working in finace related fields? You always like to play safe you don't like to take risks most of the times and if you're thinking of taking risks you protect yourself before doing that like you ain't staking your respect, money , love etc if you gotta take risks and people love that about you . You're very responsible person and people love that you can also be the head of your family or living alone so you've got those walls up so noone can climb it up . You're a easy going person like if something's working for both the parties you agree easily as you've already thought about your actions in your brain people love that you will make \ are a good parent people love that about you . Other's also like how you're always protecting others you're the mama bear of your people and you're soft person around people you love and that's what people love about you . You may have some specific things for yourself like a specific cup or specific costume that you won't let anyone touch it and may even agree to things that would protect it like someone's using your fav belt but you don't want to and in return they ask for 5 dollars you will agree to 5 dollars deal haha lol. People love how you like to collect things and make good use of them. You can also be a junk collector and journal out of it . You also have eye for things like vintage items,etc may catch your eyes . You may also like to act or play roles of others in real life like you can be godfather to someome people love that about you . You may believe in making other's day better by small gesture of yours and people love that energy of yours like how sweet you're to others most of the time . Specific may not resonate to everyone but you may like to become mascot and go to bday celebrations and celebrate with others and people adore it . People love how you always remember other people's good actions towards you and you may also rewind that memory so you can feel happy about it . You may enjoy freedom and your lone time but you enjoy yourself more when you're around with others . You may feel lively when you're around others and sharing things with them people actually love being around you . I feel your life may require to leave your closed ones behind and move to live alone people love your status tho they don't feel sad when you leave them as you're uplifting and upgrading your life . They understand your emotions too . People love when you unleash your wild side to them like when you show them the real you they are so fascinated by it because you may tend to hide it when you're around others . People like how you give them their spaces when required you're not type to over step upon them or be nosy about their businesses like other people around them . You also like to keep things light with everyone because you also want to take that stress away which comes from your own burdens n responsibilities. People love how resilient you are you don't let any storm shove you away. You really have strong mindset and people want to take lectures about it from you . You know how to keep your calm when things aren't stable . You are loved because you know how to convert losses into profits and turn the tables around . People love how you can alwyas keep other's secrets secret forever and can't get those secrets out of you unless that person gives you permission to do so . You yourself also can be mysterious person too or may seek same kinda bond with others. You can be a good smol\younger sibling\cousin to others and you're always patterning with the party which fulfills your most of the demands lol. That's all pile 2 thank you for reading!

pile iii

People love you because you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’re highly rational, and you are also adventurous. You may be someone who loves learning or is very curious, people may love your inquisitive or curious nature. There could be a bit of a distant older masculine energy that seems a bit detached from you- it isn’t really a romantic vibe. Definitely familial or platonic, this person may admire you more than you think- or notice you more than you think? But it’s in a positive way, perhaps you’ve been really working on yourself recently and they’re noticing your hard work and efforts. People love you because you are a long term investor in relationships, you may also be introspective and open to others perspectives. You’re open minded and hold space for the ideas and opinions of others to take space. You could be very supportive of people’s dreams and desires, like you simply just have this overwhelming belief in the success of others. You want the best for everyone around you, even to a degree those who have wronged you. People love you because these qualities are calming, it brings people a sense of security and safety. They don’t worry about you, or you calm their worries. You’re a comforting friend and comforting presence, this feels like cancer energy. You know how to make people feel so cared for in such a specific and unique way. You bring a sort of structure and stability and dependability to those you love. Even if you aren’t actively engaged they know that you will show up and come through when it truly matters. You could be someone who is patient or slow to anger, you don’t take things too seriously and you tend to be relaxed when dealing with your loved ones. You make people feel whole, and you see them beyond the surface. You bond with people on the deepest possible levels, you like to truly get to know someone- to learn them inside and out and understand them as wholly and entirely as possible. You are naturally driven to heal and support others- people love you because when you love them it heals them. Your love is like an ocean. People get lost in your vastness, it’s like there are always new layers, new things, new parts of you to be uncovered. You are ever evolving, people are always getting to know the “new” you, sometimes people could be scared of being unable to keep up. They fear coming out of alignment with you. They could also fear losing you, a lot of people are scared of losing you. You are like a dream come true for many of your friends and loved ones. When people lose you it hurts, because no one will love them how you did. A lot of the time in the past people may have taken you for granted, but it seems like you’ve built a group of people who truly see and support you. Wow, this is profound: People love you because you are fighting for a better future in spite of how dark your past is. You could’ve gone through some very dark and lonely times, times you weren’t sure you would recover from. People around you, perhaps a lover, best friend, or just the people that love you in general love you because you thrive in spite of the difficulties of life. You push to be and do better, you become better constantly, and you are wise enough to learn from your past. You learn from your patterns, and you put forth the effort to improve. You actually care about making a difference in your life- and people are impressed by this. They may not say it much, but people assume that you don’t like praise a lot of the time I’m hearing. I feel like only a few people around you know you like to be praised haha. Anyways, they see it- and they appreciate your effort. Your friends love you because you are also someone who helps them see past their own troubles. You give good advice, and are very wise. They feel like you are a reliable source of information and advice as well. People could even go as far as to just blindly listen to you sometimes.

pile iv

This is definitely an odd collective? I see that people admire you because you are very loving and caring, you could be a younger person but have a higher emotional capacity than even most people older than you. OR, you could be young and have a lot of older friends that dote on you in a motherly way because they see themselves in you. People could love you for your stubbornness, you mean what you say and you say what you mean regardless of the facts or how other people feel. I see that people could admire your tact and cunning nature, you could be incredibly skilled with social skills, you’re good at kind of leading others in a way. I think that oddly enough people could love you because you are kind of harsh.controlling at times but with a soft face. It’s like very much giving love slowly kills, it’s interesting because the king of cups came out as well as the queen and page of cups. You could also be seen as someone who is very emotionally waise and stable, you are very driven to go after what you want. You could also go to great lengths to make something happen. You are loud and proud about who you are, and you don’t care who judges. People love you because you are showy, flashy, and you appear “higher” in perspective. You aren’t afraid to challenge people, and you are also very honest about your thoughts and feelings. You could also be someone who avoids conflict or difficulty. People could like that you are rather calm. You could also have resources that help people remove obstacles, people could love you because you offer a pathway or because you open some kind of door for them. Whether that be in opportunities, perspective, or a secret third thing lol. People could love you because you don’t say certain things, or maybe because you are more passive- you don’t feel the need to do things super overtly and you may also hide a lot of yourself from other people. People could love the exclusivity of a connection with you. They could feel like there aren’t other people like you, and as if you are completely different than anyone they’ve ever met. It’s like people almost want to study and observe you, they want to look at you under a microscope and pick your brain. People could even want to BE like you. People may also love you because they feel like you lifted them out of a dark place. People could love your femininity, and want access to it- but it is so deeply hidden, so few people get access to your truest self. I feel like it’s almost a “forbidden fruit” situation, people love you because your feminine energy is very dark and mysterious. You are a complex and deep person with many layers, those who like to psychoanalyze or “fix” others may be drawn to you. You attract a lot of broken people, and at times you could pour yourself into trying to fix or control others because you don’t know how to fix or control yourself. It feels like there’s a really difficult energy with love/relationships, like it’s difficult for you to let others in. People love your dark humor, and your direct manner of communicating. They could find you amusing, intelligent, and interesting, you could talk about a lot of taboo topics that are very strange and unique. You could also know a lot of strange or unique information that most people don’t know. You could also enjoy profane, or dark topics, such as true crime, occultism, and the esoteric arts in general. People love your knowledge, and communication and they see you as an asset in this area of life. Those who consider themselves to be intellectuals could be highly drawn to you.

[etheries1015]

Hello! I hope your having a good day while reading this but I was wondering if you could write a fic about the housewardens reacting to their s/o koala holding them when they sleep!

Awee that's a cute idea! The house wardens with their little Koala humans heuheu.

TWST housewardens react to their s/o holding them while they sleep

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, probably shorter than you may have hoped, I'm sorry :( But I hope you still like it!

Riddle Rosehearts

The first time you two slept in the same bed, he was caught off guard when he was suddenly engulfed by your arms. I see him as the type to sleep on his back, still and quiet, and suddenly that is disturbed by the significant other grabbing hold of his arm and utilizing half of his body to be subjected as your personal body pillow. He may find it uncomfortable initially, however, he finds a happy medium by adjusting his form to work with yours whilst still giving him a full night of proper rest. you of course weren't in control of how you slept, and was rather grateful you trusted him as much.

"Were you aware you tend to hug me in your sleep?" He chuckled, "Huh? No, I do not mind. I found a comfortable position to sleep in so that we both got what we wanted. You don't need to sleep elsewhere, I feel...strangely comforted by your embrace..."

Leona Kingscholar

you don't even get the chance to do it first, he already has you beat. He is most assuredly the first to fall asleep between the two of you, his arms are wrapped around your waist and head propped against your shoulder before you had the chance to reciprocate. HE is the koala between the two of you. However, when you wake up in the morning you find that you're now facing him, a tangle of arms and legs as if during the night you both sought to be closer to one another. One big cuddle competition. Yet it was oddly comforting, how you both slept very similarly. Sometimes you're more aggressive than he is though, with your legs bent and holding him in your grasp on the odd days you fall asleep first. It restricts his movements from being able to adjust himself the way he wants, so he isn't shy to wake you up.

"Oy, wake up. I wanna move. Eh? You're comfortable like this? I don't care, let me hold you instead."

Azul Ashengrotto

I will die on this hill when I say that Azul sleeps kind of like an Octopus in his human form, with his arms and legs spread out on the bed. it's his highest form of vulnerability and trust in you for you to sleep in the same bed as him, so of course he will want to practice the same for you. Even when you grab hold of one (or a few) of his limbs and cuddle him as if you were the koala and he the branch, he doesn't mind whatsoever. He is a very still sleeper, so he doesn't feel his movements to be constricted whenever you cuddle him in such a way.

"Do I mind the way you grab hold of me while we are sleeping? No, not at all. If I am being completely honest, it's rather nice..." He falters, "I see it as a form of affection and trust, a sign that you feel safe with me. I rather that not change."

Kalim Al-Asim

He thinks it's the cutest thing in the entire world he has ever seen. The way you grab hold of him in your sleep as if you were claiming him to be yours, he thinks it's wonderfully splendid! It's as if you were being possessive, or you found him to be a soft pillow to grab hold of at night and cuddle with. Honestly, the first time it happened, he got so excited he had to hold in his squeals of satisfaction and joy to not wake you. He revels in this, his head leaning against yours as you use your entire body to hold him close to you. Kalim honestly can't think of a cuter habit for someone he loves to have.

"When you grab hold of me at night, it's the best feeling ever! Oh oh, tonight, can I hold you instead? let's reverse the roles! I want to hold you too- Oh, you won't get a good night's sleep that way? well, that's alright! I'll be your personal pillow as much as you want! Hehe!"

Vil Schoenheit

Vil always had a strong disposition to have a good night's rest. He had his reserves about sleeping in the same bed as you for a while, however, his desire to be close to his beloved outweighed his desire for model sleep. He finds it rather cute when you are in a deep sleep and your arms and legs automatically take him in your grasp. He never thought he would be able to properly sleep with another person by his side, so he is pleasantly surprised when the soft warmth of your body actually helps him get a better rest than ever. He feels safe and at ease in your arms, a strong contrast to the craziness of his everyday life. Being in the public eye he isn't fond of PDA, so at night when it is truly just the two of you, he savors every moment you bless him with your embrace. It's a truly peaceful feeling for him, the way you cutely cuddle into his body without a care in the world about who he is, how he sleeps, and what he looks like in his vulnerable state. It's just... you and him. Nobody else. It's a very intimate time for him.

"Your sleeping habits? Hmm...well, you grab hold of me every night. What? No, it doesn't obstruct my sleep. If anything, I have been feeling much more energized in the mornings...don't overthink it and come over here, my potato. It's time for bed, and I expect to be very thoroughly cuddled."

Idia Shroud

Oh my gosh. You have claimed him. Now he can't move a single muscle, like a cat you have made him your property. If he moves even a single inch, he knows it would ruin the flow and there would be a possibility of you moving, and he doesn't want that. It's like having a cat on your chest, and the second you move even a toe, the cat decides it's tired of you and moves on. Idia doesn't mind if he looses a little bit of sleep staring at the ceiling to allow you the majority of his body to cuddle, he's never been more elated about being in the same bed as someone before. He likes it a little too much, there was one time you were scrolling on his phone to find pictures of you cuddling him at night. An entire photo album in his gallery, in fact.

"N-n-nothing! that's nothing! Don't look, it's not...it's not what you think...oh jeez, you probably think I'm a total weirdo who takes pictures of people when they sleep-- no! not other people, it's just you! I- wait. That was a trap. You set me up for failure with that comment. Ahh, this is so embarrassing...please don't stop! I...I just like it so much when you hold me tight when you sleep...ugh. I can't believe I just said that, I sound like a corny male lead. Don't read too much into it, can't a man just enjoy his significant other's sleeping habits? Jeez..."

Malleus Draconia

You don't get the chance to cling to him, when you sleep with a dragon, they decide to do that for you. When you first slept together in the same bed, he was grabbing hold of you tightly, wrapping his body to be the koala and YOU the branch. There was only one particular night when he slept with his tail free, and you grabbed hold of it in your sleep. He woke up to feeling something pressed against his tail, looking back to see you had taken upon yourself to fully engulf your arms and your legs wrapping around to match. He was fully in your trap! After that, he found a way for both of you to be happy. Holding you in his arms, he adjusted his tail to fit snuggly in the middle of you two, enough for you to grab hold of it in your sleep whilst he was simultaneously holding onto you. Malleus would have preferred wrapping his tail around your body, however seeing you so at peace with it within your grasp, he made an exception.

"Be careful, my dearest. I wouldn't want my tail to hurt you by mistake, so you must be gentle. Ah- my lockscreen? Yes, I can't help but smile every time I gaze upon this photo I had taken, so I had Diamond assist me in changing my mobile device screen. Perhaps I shall take a few more photos, you are rather adorable grasping onto me like a babe to a blanket."

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[kouzih]

Freak. (pt2)

Nam-gyu ( Player 124 ) x gn!reader .ᐟ

warnings : insulting, spitting/saliva/drooling, biting, fingering, smut obviously, there's probably more but i'm too lazy to write 'em all..

tags,, @gongyoosgf , @dolion87

(cheers y'all!! 🥂) no proofread sorry, might have typos :(

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ You woke up with a headache, you hadn't been able to sleep for half the night anyway. Most people were still asleep, a good thing. You didn't see any reason to get out of your bed, your foot would naturally follow his path. Thinking back to the last night, you realize that your cheeks are starting to warm up. It's as if your sleep hasn't affected your recovery that much. But you can't get anything done by sleeping any more, so you figured you could use the bathroom.

You rubbed your eyes as you lazily threw your sheets aside, trying to walk down the metal stairs as quietly as you could so as not to wake the others. When you're at the bottom of the stairs, you arch your back to stretch. Causing a tiny whimper to come out of your mouth. You looked around to see if anyone else would stand up and go to the bathroom, but it looked like you would be the only one. At least there won't be anyone to bother you. As you make your way inside, you realize that there is no one. As you slowly close your door, you feel another hand holding, causing you to lighten your grip.

"Oh- sorry. I didn't think anyone would come." You mumbled, turning your head towards the sink in front of you. You turned on the tap,leaned over and let the cold water hit your face, hoping it would wake you up. But you couldn't hear any footsteps... except the sound of the door closing again. When you looked from the edge of the mirror, you saw Nam-gyu walking with a jumping gait, his head imitating the rhythm. You felt your body suddenly freeze there, your hands supporting themselves on the edges of the sink as water beads fell down from your face, the wet ends of your hair sticking to your face.

You heard him click his tongue, his head tilting slightly to the left side as he tucked the hair behind his ear. "You're soaked for me huh?" You squint your eyes and adjust your position so that you can see him more easily. Your eyes didn't stop watching him in the mirror as his steps approached behind you, his expression was indecipherable. Before you could open your mouth, he gave a breathy chuckle. "Don't even use your words to waste my time," One of his hands moves towards your elbow and slowly caresses it until it reaches your hand. "After last night, you didn't oven come to thank me.." The ends of his hair brushed behind your ear, making you feel smaller underneath him. "Not gonna lie, I'm hurt."

He was looking at you from the mirror and making eye contact, you felt your eyes tremble. One of his hands was lifting your cardigan up, allowing him to touch your bare skin. You wanted to turn your face to him but he didn't let you. Pressing his chest against your back, he dug his nails into your waist hard enough to make you hiss. "Nuh-uh..what do you think you're doing?" He rested his face on your shoulder, his eyes were examining your body in the mirror. His knee caressed the side of your leg, a breathless moan escaping your lips as you made room for him to reach your neck. Your eyes went to the corner of the mirror, the pinkness on your face making the man on top of you enjoy it even more.

As soon as the grip on your hand momentarily left, your eyes began searching for his hand. Only to realize he began playing with the zipper on the top of your cardigan. His hands shake the small metal lightly but his eyes weren't measuring your reaction, it was like he was busy with something else on his mind.. A barely audible sigh and your murmur cause him to lift his head. Caressing the top of his fingers, you lower the zipper, lazily brushing the fabric and hair around your neck back, revealing bare skin.

"You better be quick.."

"Relax, bitch." One finger went under your chin while the other wrapped around your throat. "You won't even realize how time passed."

You closed your eyes tightly, silently begging him to leave you alive. The hand that grips your bare skin slides up and down with such force that it touches the bones of your ribcage. He tilts your head even further to the side, forcing you to hold a very uncomfortable position. Nam-gyu's warm breath against your skin as he inhales your scent causes your body to shiver. His grip keeps you standing as your hands slip from the sink due to stress. His tongue tastes your neck, and the feeling of a few bites makes you part your lips. "M-mhm.." You couldn’t hold back your breathless moans anymore, noticing that your voice was rising Nam-gyu increased the pressure on his knee and mumbles something under his breath, but you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t hear it at all. He starts to press his chest harder as he sucks on your neck, you could swear you felt a bone in your back.

The moment you opened your eyes, you heard Nam-gyu let out a loud moan. Definitely not loud enough to reach others. He insults himself under his breath as he removes his hand from your chin. A few drops of sweat run down the corners of your chin due to overwhelm, and you have a chance to swallow as you forcefully hold back your tears. Nam-gyu's hand goes to his own mouth, wrapping his fingers tightly around it so that his voice cannot be heard. Even if you try to fix your position, all you could was letting your forehead hit the mirror. Nam-gyu, on the other hand, took his hand out from under your t-shirt and started to move downwards.

The moment you realized that he was going to do what was on your mind, you quickly tried to lift yourself up by leaning one hand on the mirror, but when you felt a finger inside you, you could only cover your mouth and let out a muffled moan. "Y-you cant just..mhm.." Without warning you, he added a second finger, curving his fingers inside you. "Thought you wanted me to be quick..bitch." Nam-gyu takes his hand off his mouth and grabs your waist, suddenly pulling your body. The fact that you look like you're falling apart just by his touch makes him even more turned on. Hissing at you between breaths, he twirls his fingers inside you in a way that almost makes you faint.

Just a few seconds before reaching heaven, Nam-gyu pulls his fingers out while sucking on his teeth. "Don't think I'll let you finish that easily. Not before you beg me." Before you could even answer him, you lose your balance and try to hold on to him. But you only cause him to fall onto his back. You try to support yourself with your hands, your head hitting his shoulder. "Motherfucker..are you being serious." Nam-gyu moves into a sitting position as he rub his head, you still feel his hardness underneath you since you’re sitting on his lap. Your eyes drift to a pill that has fallen from the side of his pocket, and as you furrow your eyebrows, you see his hand quickly grab the pill from the side.

"Don't even try." He spits in your face before you can open your mouth as he glares at you angrily, causing your head to shake slightly. "Your ass ain't deserve this reward. Useless.." After letting out an irritated breath, you reach for the hem of your cardigan to wipe your face, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist. Nam-gyu pulls your hand down as he looks at you from below, one eyebrow raised. Throwing his head back he rolls his eyes, throwing your wrist aside. "..Fuck, you won't let me cum, will ya?" As he chews his cheek, he remembers the pill in his hand. "..Good thing you're good at being a slut." Nam-gyu changes his position slightly so that he can place one leg behind you, placing your hands on his shoulders as your confused expression follows his movements. After placing the pill on the tip of your tongue, Nam-gyu opens his mouth slightly and tilts his head up slightly, a signal for you to suck on it.

After swallowing, your grip on his shoulders tightens, and you pin your knees to the sides of his waist. As you were about to taste his lips, he allows the pill to slide off into his mouth and pushes your head tightly against his lips from the back. You respond to his push beneath his muddled moans, one hand gripping his hair as you tilt your head to the side to have more access. Even though you keep your eyes tightly shut, Nam-gyu watches you with his eyes half-open. You could swear he was smiling into the kiss. As his tongue conquers yours, you suck into his tongue. A few pieces of the broken pill pass right into your mouth. Nam-gyu smothers you with sloppy kisses without even letting you swallow before he pulls his head back for a few seconds. A small chuckle falling from his lips as he licks his lips. He uses his free hand to lean himself against the door of the nearest stall as he watches you swallow, each other’s hot breaths hitting your faces.

The slightly wet, pulsating bone between your legs makes you tilt your head down. You couldn't figure out what your next move should be as he looked at you with a passionate gaze that you couldn't read. "Hah..nevermind." You suddenly crash onto his lips after his eyes glanced to the side, towards the door. Making him gasp and let out a shaky breath, you caused him to hit his head on the stall's door. You pull away for breath after a long kissing session, your lips parted as his saliva drools into yours.

Noticing the tense expression on your face, Nam-gyu pushes you back, leaning his head against the door behind him and taking deep breaths. A toothy smile forms on his face as he lets both hands fall to his sides. "Fucking hell.." As his eyes drift downward, a loud voice catches both of your attention.

"Nam-suuuu!! Where are you bro!?" As you look at him with wide eyes, he quickly pulls you to your feet with him. Nam-gyu opens the door behind him and pushes you in. You hear the sound of clothes crinkling as he clears his throat. He quickly turns on the water and lets it hit his face. You hear him taking heavy breaths as you put both hands on your mouth to try to control your breathing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.." Nam-gyu, who was surprised when the door opened, lefts a nervous chuckle.

"Hey."

"The fuck happened bro..look at you man!" You witnessed their footsteps and conversation for a few minutes. Nam-gyu, who had lied about the water suddenly exploding in his face, cleared his throat before leaving. You let out a shaky breath, leaning your hands on the door behind you. "If I see that guy one more time..I swear to god-" You opened the door slowly, brushing the hair that was stuck to your face, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

He really did tore you apart.

Fuck.

[thepigeonhasapen]

I was wondering if you could do the Olympian Gods with a reader whose asexual? Like, what would their reactions be, would they mind, stuff like that d:

Asexual Reader, Olympian Edition

(Doing these asks out of order but shhhhhhh. Also strong warning for acephobia because Zeus in an ass)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

Very chill about it. She's the goddess of love and that includes ALL kinds of love. Self-love is one of her favorites. The fact that you know and accept who you are and that you're willing to let her in on it? Well, Aphrodite might just adore you even more than she already did.

"You’re...? Well of course I don't mind, dearest! In fact, I think that's positively wonderful!"

Regardless of whether or not you're interested, Aphrodite still can't refrain from making comments about your physical appearance. She'll try and curtail some of them if you find them uncomfortable, but she loves lavishing praise upon you and talking you up to her friends.

Partially jealous to be perfectly honest. She can't help but wonder if you have a more pure understanding of beauty because you're not looking at it though the rose-tinted lens of horny. Aphrodite is deeply fascinated by asexuality and even if she doesn't quite understand it, she tries her best.

⚔️Ares⚔️

Doesn't mind. Honestly, it doesn't even really impact him that much. Just neatly writes sex out of the equation and carries on.

"You seem nervous, my dear. You... oh? Is that all? No need to distress yourself so much over such things. I love you as you are and knowing this will not change that."

May ask you a few questions at the beginning but mostly leaves the subject alone after that.

If anyone's giving you shit, all it takes is a dirty look from Ares to shut them up. What can I say the man has a way with not using his words.

🏹Artemis🏹

You too?? Artemis tries to play it off cool but she's low-key thrilled actually. Internally screaming because thank the Fates, she can get as close to you as she wants and she doesn't have to worry about things getting Weird™️

"You’re ace? That's... cool. Sorry, that came off as really insincere. It's just... me too, you know? I got a little surprised is all. And um, we've been hanging out for a while and I just wanted to say, you know, now that we're talking about this and I know you're not gonna take this the wrong way, I think you're really neat. I love hanging out with you. ...Don't go spreading that around though, okay?"

Artemis is sex-repulsed. If you are too, she drags you to family events so she can make faces at you whenever her family starts talking about their sexual conquests. If you're not, she's deeply fascinated and will probably ask you WHY on earth you would want to do that.

Despite the fact that Artemis doesn't want to have sex, I feel like she'd still enjoy certain kinks. Primal play, petplay, and leather are things I feel she'd enjoy partaking in. (Source: I am ace and very kinky lmao)

🦉Athena🦉

What a good match, Athena is asexual too! She probably blanks your confession to be honest because she sometimes forgets that people actually have sex frequently and on purpose.

"Asexual? Yes, alright. And how fared your journey up to Olympus by the way? I hope Hermes treated you well."

Sex-neutral. Will occasionally give sex a go if her partner happens to bring it up but will mostly just forget it's existence as a thing entirely.

Athena is actually quite haughty about her asexuality. She is definitely looking down on anyone who is swayed from the path of wisdom by someone else's sex appeal. Loves that you can understand her point of view on the subject.

❄️Demeter❄️

As Demeter has aged her sex drive has shrunk to like nil so really nothing about your relationship is much different.

"Asexual...? Ah, like young Artemis, yes? Fascinating. I've never been able to pin her down long enough to converse upon the subject. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Demeter tends to be a touch more overprotective than she needs to be. If anyone even so much as gives a hint of giving you shit for it, Demeter is sending them an absolute withering glare that has the potential to kill even the most vibrant flower. She follows it up with some bitterly cold words if necessary but it rarely comes to that.

She's honestly quite relieved about it really. She was never really that horny of a person and is happy to find someone who can relate to that. I personally think Demeter is some kind of acespec but that might also be my asexual ass projecting my aceness onto every character I get my grubby little hands on lol

🍇Dionysus🍇

Chill about it. He's chill about literally everything, what do you expect? Dionysus is commonly associated with trans people and I like to believe that queer people in general just flock to him because he's just so open and accepting.

"Ace, yeah? Congrats, man, thanks for telling me. Just let me know if I ever step on any toes, 'kay?"

Not gonna lie, he secretly corners Artemis and Athena to bother them on the subject just in case he's got it wrong. He didn’t as it turns out, but he's glad he checked in anyway because it was an enlightening conversation. With Athena anyway. Artemis runs off at the first available opportunity.

Happy to go whatever speed you want, if you want to go any speed at all. He may still get a little handsy sometimes but he doesn't mean anything by it, he just really likes holding you like a teddy bear. Honestly, I think he'd get a real kick out of somebody aegosexual and think it was such a super fun party trick that you can say such horny things and not be interested at all. Probably mildly pesters you to engage with smutty things because he finds your unamused expressions absolutely fascinating.

🪽Hermes🪽

Bursts out laughing when you tell him. It's not for the reason you think and he does feel really bad about it when he sees your face.

"Haha, of all the...! Haha– oh, hey, hey, I'm sorry, it's not that. I totally don't mind you being ace or anything, far from it, it's just that I seem to have an accidental habit for attracting your type and I seem to be collecting you."

Besides you, the person Hermes spends the most time with is Charon... who is also asexual. Hermes, the uberhorny hypersexual fuckbunny who would literally die for a quickie every five minutes find this hilarious. Opposites attract I guess? Hermes has a good giggle about it everytime he thinks about it.

Doesn't mind if you don't want to have sex. If you do, great! But if you don't, it's not a big deal.

🔱Poseidon🔱

Poseidon is... confused. It'll work out better if you're sex-repulsed and straight up don't want to have sex ever, otherwise poor Poseidon will absolutely struggle. He doesn't understand the difference between sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction and is just genuinely so out of his depth. You like the way he looks... but you don't want to have sex with him??

"What's that? Asexual? I, uh... okay, just between the two of us, you're gonna have to explain that one to me, babe."

He talks to Dionysus. Even after that he still doesn't get it. Poseidon tries his best to be supportive but has like no idea how. Probably shooes away people who try to even mention sex in your vicinity. It's gonna take awhile before he understands how this works. Confused but he's got the spirit kinda?

May initially try to convince you that you just haven't had good sex yet. Sit him down, explain this all to him, and he'll probably get it. Okay, let's be honest, he still doesn't get it but he respects your choice and generally leaves the subject alone. His libido is quite high though so he will frequently sleep around just to scratch that itch.

⚡️Zeus⚡️

We were doing good until we got to you, huh Zeus? Zeus just quite firmly doesn't believe in asexuality. He definitely thinks you're just confused or that you haven't had sex right yet or that you'll change your mind at some point.

"Asexual? Oh dear, have you been talking to that daughter of mine, Artemis? She's always on about something or other, if she chooses to talk to us at all."

Zeus won't force you to have sex but he will make subtle (he thinks he's being subtle anyway) comments about how you're a tease or a prude. If you're interested in having sex, Zeus doesn't understand the definition and just thinks you don't find him attractive. His feelings are now hurt. He will be throwing a violent totally-not-a-tantrum now.

Will eventually, probably shut up about it. Look, he's never gonna understand it so shutting up about it is the best you're gonna get from him. This idiot thinks with his penis, okay? Athena stole all the intelligence from him at birth. Just doesn't get it, very confused, cannot even comprehend the idea of not wanting to bang everything in sight.

[saeamy]

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summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you're sick from stress, so sae helps you the best way he can content: fluff! slightly sick fic(?) one suggestive comment at the end wc: 810 a/n: just finished exams so will try and write as much as i can! not a big fan of how this turned out tho but hope you enjoy x

sae sits down on the edge of the bed, glancing at your shifting form under the sheets.

your skin was sweaty, your hair sticking down to your neck and forehead. sae pushes your hair back and placed the wet cloth he held in his hands on your forehead. he lets out a sigh, and if you had the strength to, you would have rolled your eyes. 

“i thought i told you to take breaks.”

sae helps you to drink from the teacup filled with green tea. it should help you relax, at least a little bit. “it’s not that bad sae,” you say tiredly. 

“you say that all the time yet you end up spending around 2 whole days in bed.”

you didn’t have the energy to argue back, and he was kind of right after all. you sip your tea slowly, glancing at your boyfriend. you always get anxious and stress yourself so much at school, especially around assignment deadlines and exams.

sure it’s normal for everyone to feel a semblance of anxiety, but you often feel like the world is caving in on you, hence you work overtime to try and make up for any lost time. which there isn’t any. and then you end up heavily sick and unable to do anything, making you feel worse.

“you need to relax, you always do fine. no point in working yourself to death. i can see your grey hairs already.” 

he takes your teacup down on the bedside table, and moves to lay beside you. “easier said than done. you’re talented and already have your career set for you…” 

sae hums and shifts, so that he’s also under the blankets with you. he pulls you close, letting your head snuggle into his chest. sae looks down at your face while his hand trails up and down your spine gently. 

“hmm. i guess i do. but you don’t need to work as hard as you do now for yours. you’re capable of getting good grades even if you study less.”

his hand moves from your spine to your face, slowly petting your hair. “but what if i don’t? what if i fail and mess up any plans?”

sae’s hand stills on your head. “you don’t need to study. i can always provide more than enough for the both of us.” 

there it was. his blunt, unfiltered responses. you suppress a smile, feeling slightly better. “no thanks, as much as it sounds appealing, i want to have a secure job for myself. what if you tragically die or something?” 

“i wouldn’t ever let that happen.” he continues his motions on your head, pressing you tighter against him. “now rest. you’re gonna meditate and do yoga with me in the morning.” 

“huh?” 

but his eyes are already closed, and you just decide to let it go, drifting off yourself. 

the next morning you’re woken up by someone blowing into your ear. “the hell are you doing sae?” you say, voice scratchy after being asleep for so long.

he completely snatches the sheets off your body, causing you to whine. “we’re going to do some yoga. now get up.”

you thankfully have more energy this morning as had rested relatively peacefully in sae’s arms the entire night, so you’re able to give him a sufficient eye roll and protest against him.

unfortunately he doesn’t let up. after making sure you had eaten a light breakfast, he unrolls 2 mats on your messy living room floor, not before throwing you a few jabs to tidy up.

“do we really have to?” you whine. you push aside some books with your feet, standing next to your mat. “yes. it’ll do you good. you get sick from stress and anxiety, this’ll de-stress you.” 

you feel like slamming your head into a brick wall to hopefully pass out and save yourself from your boyfriend’s yoga classes, however he wouldn’t let you do that. 

sae helps you get into a simple position and squeezes some of your muscles. “you’re really tense. like you’re about to snap into pieces. i’ll book us a session at a spa. and get you a chiropractor, too.” 

you do your best to take deep breaths and remain calm. well, you definitely wouldn’t mind a spa day, especially since it’s been a while since you could spend some time with sae. “that’d actually be nice.” 

sae squeezes slightly at your shoulder and you rise from your position, stretching slightly. he puts you into a low lounge next, and stares for a moment. “what are you thinking?” you ask with a raised brow. 

“this pose is good for flexibility, which will really help for when we‘re having -“ 

he lets out a choked breath at the way your foot immediately flew to make contact with his groin. “sae!” 

you both finish with your yoga after that.

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[txkby]

How enter the Void State (definitive guide)

(long but valuable post and some words are misspelled as I had to use a translator)

If you really want to reach the void, read the full post.

I also thought like you, I also wanted to reach the void because I needed to, I felt that it was the only way to solve everything, because it seemed impossible to do something in 3D that could change the situation.

Let me tell you that this idea, this erroneous belief that you have (and I had) is a lie.

There is always something, even something small, that we can do to make a big change.

First, I want you to relax (I know it sounds stupid but do it). I want you to cry if you need to, get everything out that you have inside, and then give up.

I know it's a desire you want with all your being, and seeing that "giving up" may sound idiotic and inconsiderate on my part.

But I need you to sit down and talk to yourself, think (not overdo it, which is very different but we confuse it with thinking) think about what you can do in your 3D. Okay, you can't change the results anymore, and now?

Don't rush, your desire is your exit door for you, and there is something else you must do, accept, accept your reality (don't give up on your life and reality, but do give up on those desires that the only reason you want them is because you want to escape)

Please, during these days, stay away from people, habits, things, etc. that no longer make you feel good and think, feel and observe what you have and can do for now.

I'm going to tell you how to truly reach the void, but I want you to know that if you don't go through a process first, you won't reach it or manifest anything, and not because you don't have the power to do it, but because you're not ready yet.

The process (the previous "process")

The preliminary process is losing so many times that you're tired of everything, where your soul can't go on, but your ego wants to force it. The process is when you begin to listen to and truly know yourself when you begin to be the person you really are and not the one who wants to fit in. It's changing your beliefs. It's falling into the same mistake so many times that you learn from it.

It is literally giving up, not being able to continue and stopping, stopping despite what your mind tells you.

It's when you realize you're lying to yourself and then you choose (but for real, not that Tumblr nonsense) you choose to change.

I want you to write down those limiting beliefs you have in a notebook and start questioning them. Ask yourself, "Is that completely true, or can I change that?"

Point out what emotions you are addicted to, am I addicted to sadness, anger, or an action?

Recognize it and now (this change is not for a week or a month, it is for more time) start observing yourself, for example, if you noted that you are addicted to sadness, observe what actions make you feel that way, and interrupt that moment.

Really, I need you to write down your process of manifesting (reaching the void, etc.)

and I’ll tell you the important step: meditate. Meditating helps you reprogram your mind (the subconscious, because remember something, your entire life is in the subconscious, your beliefs, your memories, your feelings, etc.) when you meditate you enter the subconscious by law, and I want that every time you meditate you affirm positive things (I don’t want you to get ahead of yourself and affirm that you’ll get into the university you want, no, affirm nice things and things that will relieve your soul) every time you’re meditating make affirmations like this (I can, I’m strong, everything will be okay, etc.) and another important thing, talk to your God (the universe or whoever you believe in) talk to the air, tell your problems as if someone were listening to you, why do you know something? they do

Now, something amazing is going to happen if you do everything I told you (and if you don't have the energy to do it, that's okay, don't do it yet, it's your own path). Do you know what's going to happen if you stop lying to yourself, stop wanting to force things and start listening to yourself? Blessings will come. I want you to do all this with the purpose of healing, not with the purpose of achieving your desires (and I know that at first it will be difficult for you to change the purpose, but you will do it ☺️)

If you do "the process," you'll be free from yourself. You'll have patience, peace, and happiness, even in difficult situations. And I want to tell you something: many things in your life will fall and die. But do you know why? Because for something new to come in, something old has to go.

I want you to believe this and repeat it to yourself even in those moments when everything seems lost and endless: "everything is always okay in the end" because it is true.

Don't be scared of things that go away, and cry if you have to. Crying is the most beautiful thing there is. And hey, never hold on to something that has to fall.

You already have it, let it go, release it (and by the way, when you work on yourself, when you feel at peace and in harmony internally, a lot of people approach you, and not exactly for something loving, it is also friendship, brotherhood and it is beautiful)

With all that said, when you go through all that you will be able to reach the void and manifest your desires, and hey, don't worry about time, you're young, there are courses, there are jobs, there's everything (that feeling you have to get there now no matter what because you're running out of time and the university is moving forward is a lie, it's your ego, it's the "matrix". Don't worry because time is moving forward.

And now, how do I get to the void?

I want you to know something first. You can't force internal and spiritual processes. If, after everything I've told you, you only focus on how to reach the void without having gone through the process first, it won't work. I know I repeat this a lot, but I need you to be clear about this.

Okay. To start, stop wishing you could reach the void (how do I do it?) and failing so many times that you get fed up and give up. Then, start meditating (don't meditate on a specific one to reach the void. Do guided meditations that help you, like "guided meditation for inner peace, for reprogramming, etc.") Over time, when you meditate, you'll reach the void. "Hey, but how? I don't understand you." You see, deep meditation is the gateway to the void; it's meditation that will take you there. That's right, it's that simple to reach the void.

I'm going to tell you what you're going to feel when you're in the void

For starters, you won’t even (fully) realize you’re there, you’ll realize it once you’ve left. You’ll feel inexplicably happy (even if for no apparent reason) you’ll feel powerful, great, complete, one with everything, and you won’t exactly see colored lights (when you see that it’s because you’re in a hypnagogic or trance state, which people mistake to mean they’re entering) you won’t want your desires anymore, you won’t want to manifest anything (and that’s why many of those who entered by accident didn’t manifest anything, because they didn’t have the need, because they felt complete)

you won't feel like you're floating, that's a lie (the first time you arrive you won't feel all that nonsense) the only thing you'll feel is your body light, and yes, you'll still feel your body, but you'll feel bigger than your body, as if your body was so small. and of course, you can still hear the surroundings, but you'll be ignoring them subconsciously (have you experienced that you stay in your thoughts and out of nowhere you don't pay attention to your surroundings, like you don't hear them?? ) it's the same with the void.

If, after receiving this information—the most valuable, sincere, and truly the only information you need—you decide to ignore it, then I can't do anything more to help you.

And that's how many people get stuck... forever, in an endless loop.

Maybe this is my last post. (MAYBE)

If anything wasn't clear, leave it in the comments or send me a message.

- Mimi 💭🫂🫶🏻

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