#k back to thinking about this outline

[sauntering-down]

well, that happened!

[screampied]

if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

[heliosunny]

Thoughts on yandere!merman phainon×villager reader? *yeets myself*

Yandere!Merman Phainon × Villager!Reader

The sun hung high over the coastal village, casting a golden glow over the bustling marketplace. The air was thick with the salty tang of the sea, mingling with the scent of fresh bread, ripe fruit, and the occasional whiff of fish. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, their colorful awnings fluttering in the breeze. You stood behind your own modest stall, arranging jars of honey and bundles of dried herbs, when you saw him approaching.

Phainon was a regular at the market, always dressed in simple but elegant clothes that seemed to catch the light just right. His hair, a cascade of silvery waves, framed a face that could only be described as otherworldly. His eyes, a shade of blue so deep it was almost unsettling, seemed to hold the mysteries of the ocean itself.

“Good morning” he said, his voice smooth and melodic, like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. He smiled at you.

“Morning, Phainon” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “The usual?”

He nodded, and you handed him a small pouch of dried lavender. He always bought the same thing, every time. You’d never asked why, but you liked to imagine he used it to scent his home, or perhaps to brew tea. He paid with a few coins, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest moment.

As he turned to leave, something slipped from his pocket—a small, intricately carved seashell. You called out to him, but he didn’t seem to hear, already weaving his way through the crowd. Without thinking, you grabbed the shell and hurried after him.

The market thinned as you followed him toward the edge of the village, where the cobblestones gave way to a dirt path leading down to the beach. The sound of the waves grew louder, and the air grew cooler, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and seaweed. Phainon walked with purpose, his pace quickening as he neared the water.

You were about to call out to him again when he suddenly stopped. You froze, hiding behind a large rock, unsure why you felt the need to conceal yourself. Something about the way he moved, the way he seemed to blend with the sea, made you hesitate.

And then it happened.

Phainon’s form began to shift, his body elongating, his skin taking on a faint, iridescent sheen. His legs fused together, transforming into a powerful, shimmering tail. The silvery waves of his hair seemed to merge with the scales that now covered his body, and when he turned his head, you saw the faint outline of gills along his neck.

Phainon wasn’t human. He was a merman.

You stood frozen on the beach, the seashell clutched tightly in your hand, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it even from beneath the waves. The water rippled, and then Phainon emerged, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable. He moved toward you with an eerie grace, his tail gliding effortlessly through the shallow water.

"You saw"

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. You knew you should say something—anything—to defuse the situation, but your tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of your mouth. Phainon’s gaze darkened as he closed the distance between you, his tail shifting back into legs as he stepped onto the sand.

"You shouldn’t have followed me" He reached out, his fingers brushing against your neck, and you felt the sharp edge of his nails—no, claws—grazing your skin. Your breath hitched, and your survival instincts kicked in.

"Wait!" you blurted out, your voice cracking. "You’re… you’re really pretty!"

Phainon froze, his hand still hovering near your throat. For a moment, there was silence, and then—he laughed. It wasn’t the warm, melodic laugh you’d heard at the market.

"Pretty?" he repeated, his lips curling into a smirk. "Is that really what you’re going with?"

You nodded frantically, your brain scrambling for something—anything—to keep him from killing you. "And—and I taste bad! Like, really bad. You wouldn’t like me. I’m all… bitter and gross. Like old seaweed. Or—or barnacles. Yeah, barnacles. You don’t want to eat me."

"Barnacles, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "I’ll have to take your word for it."

He stepped back, releasing you, and you nearly collapsed with relief. But his eyes never left yours, and the intensity in his gaze made it clear that this wasn’t over. "You’re an interesting one," he said, his tone light but laced with something darker. "I’ll let you live… for now. But if you tell anyone what you saw, I won’t be so generous next time."

You nodded vigorously, clutching the seashell like a lifeline. "I won’t say a word. I swear."

Phainon’s smirk softened into something almost playful, and he turned to walk back toward the water. "Good" he said over his shoulder. "I’ll see you at the market tomorrow. And… meet me alone after the day ends. Don’t be late."

And with that, he slipped beneath the waves, leaving you standing there, your heart still racing and your mind spinning.

The next day at the market was agony. Every time Phainon approached your stall, your hands trembled as you handed him his usual pouch of lavender. He acted as though nothing had happened, his smile as charming as ever, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, the unspoken threat lingering in the air. The other villagers greeted him warmly, completely unaware of what he truly was, and you forced yourself to smile and nod along, keeping your mouth shut as promised.

When the market finally closed and the sun began to dip below the horizon, you made your way to the secluded spot on the beach where Phainon had told you to meet him. Your stomach churned with nerves, but you knew you had no choice. He was waiting for you, leaning against a rock, his silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight.

"You came," he said, his voice smooth and teasing. "I was starting to think you’d run away."

"I didn’t think running would help" you admitted.

Phainon chuckled, "Smart" he said. "But don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you… yet. I just want to talk."

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or more terrified. But as he began to speak, his voice low and hypnotic, you realized that this was only the beginning of something far more dangerous.

The tension between you and Phainon was palpable as you stood on the beach, the waves lapping at the shore in a rhythm that felt almost mocking. You couldn’t help but blurt out the first thing that came to mind, trying to lighten the mood.

"Should I, uh, offer you some fish or something?" you stammered, gesturing vaguely toward the water. "You know, so you don’t get hungry and… eat me or whatever?"

"Fish?" he repeated, his tone dripping with amusement. "Do I look like some common sea creature to you?"

"Well, I mean, you are a merman" you said, "I just thought—"

"I don’t need your fish," he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "And I’m not going to eat you. Not today, anyway."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off again, his smirk widening. "Honestly, you’re more entertaining alive than you would be as a snack. So stop worrying so much."

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or insulted, but before you could say anything else, Phainon’s expression shifted. His gaze flicked over your shoulder, narrowing slightly. You turned to follow his line of sight, but all you saw was the shadow of a figure disappearing into the trees.

"Who was that?" you asked.

Phainon’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of mild irritation. "No one important," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "Just someone who doesn’t know how to mind their own business."

You didn’t press further, but the encounter left you feeling uneasy. When Phainon finally dismissed you, you hurried back to the village, your mind racing with questions.

The next day, you weren’t at your usual spot in the market. Phainon noticed immediately, his sharp eyes scanning the stalls for any sign of you. When he didn’t see you, a flicker of worry crossed his face—though he’d never admit it. If you’d revealed his secret, he wouldn’t still be standing here, free to roam the village. So where were you?

He began asking around casually, his charm and easy smile masking the urgency he felt. "Have you seen the seller with the honey and herbs?" he asked one of the villagers, his tone light. "I was hoping to buy something from them today."

The villager shrugged. "I think I saw them heading toward the woods earlier. Maybe they’re gathering more herbs?"

Phainon’s smile tightened, but he thanked the villager and made his way toward the edge of the village, his steps quickening as he entered the forest. It didn’t take long for him to find you—or rather, to find the man who had been watching you the night before.

You were cornered against a tree, the man standing too close, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. "You’ve been spending a lot of time with him" the man spat, his voice trembling. "Phainon. Everyone loves him, but he’s not what he seems. And you—you’re always so nice to everyone. Why can’t you see me?"

You tried to step back, but the tree trunk pressed into your back, leaving you nowhere to go. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about" you stammered, your voice shaking. "I’m just trying to do my job."

The man’s eyes narrowed, and he reached out to grab your arm, but before he could, a voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Let them go."

Both of you turned to see Phainon standing a few feet away, his expression cold and dangerous. The man hesitated, his grip on your arm loosening slightly.

"This doesn’t concern you" the man said, though his voice wavered.

Phainon took a step closer, "Oh, but it does," he said, "Now, I suggest you walk away before I make you."

The man glanced between you and Phainon, his face pale. Finally, he released your arm and took a step back, muttering something under his breath before turning and disappearing into the trees.

You let out a shaky breath, your legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. Phainon stepped closer, his expression softening slightly.

"Are you all right?"

You nodded, though you were still trembling. "Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for… you know, not letting him kidnap me or whatever."

"You really do have a knack for getting into trouble, don’t you?"

"Apparently," you muttered, rubbing your arm where the man had grabbed you.

"Come on," he said, gesturing for you to follow him. "I’ll walk you back to the village. And don’t worry—I’ll make sure no one bothers you again."

You hesitated, but something in his tone made you feel a little safer. As you walked beside him, you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mess you’d gotten yourself into—and whether Phainon was really the dangerous one, or if the real threat was lurking much closer to home.

The next day, you found yourself back at the shore, the salty breeze tugging at your hair as you stood beside Phainon. The events of the previous day still lingered in your mind, but there was something almost… comforting about being near him now. Maybe it was the way he’d protected you, or maybe it was the way his smirk softened just slightly when he looked at you.

"So," you began, glancing at him sideways, "am I, like, a pet to you now? Or… what exactly is going on here?"

Phainon turned to look at you, his eyebrows shooting up in amusement. "A pet?" he repeated, "What is in that crazy mind of yours? Do you really think I’d keep a human as a pet?"

"Well, I don’t know!" you said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "You’re a merman who could probably eat me if you wanted to, but instead you’re just… hanging out with me. It’s weird!"

He laughed, "You’re overthinking this" he said, shaking his head. "I don’t keep pets, and I don’t eat humans who make me laugh. Consider yourself lucky."

You frowned, not entirely convinced, but you let it drop for now. The two of you continued walking along the shore, the sand cool beneath your feet. You bent down to pick up a shell, turning it over in your hands.

"Do you blow this for music?" you asked, holding it up to him. "You know, like a mermaid—or merman—flute or something?"

Phainon glanced at the shell, then at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "Do I look like a sea bard to you?" he said dryly. "No, I don’t blow shells for music. What even goes on in that head of yours?"

You shrugged, grinning despite yourself. "I don’t know! I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re kind of a mystery, you know."

He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Good luck with that," he said. "I’ve been around for centuries, and I still don’t understand humans."

Before you could respond, Phainon’s expression suddenly shifted. His eyes darkened, and he turned his head sharply toward the water. You noticed the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a step back, his gaze still fixed on the ocean. "I need to go" he said abruptly.

"Wait, what? Why?"

But he was already moving, his form beginning to shift as he waded into the water. You stood there, shell still in hand, staring at the spot where he’d disappeared.

"Okay, then," you muttered to yourself, tucking the shell into your pocket. "Guess I’ll just… wait here?"

But Phainon didn’t resurface, and after a while, you turned and made your way back to the village, your mind buzzing with questions. What had just happened? Why had he left so suddenly? And why did you feel a strange pang of worry for a creature who could probably swallow you whole if he wanted to?

The early morning light was just beginning to filter through the trees as you prepared your stall for the day. The market was still quiet, the villagers only just starting to stir. You were arranging jars of honey and bundles of herbs when a noise caught your attention—a sharp, guttural sound that sent a chill down your spine. It came from the edge of the forest, near the shore.

Your heart raced as you followed the sound, your footsteps quick and silent. When you reached the source, your breath caught in your throat. Phainon was there, but he wasn’t the charming, enigmatic figure you’d come to know. His eyes were wild, his teeth bared, and beneath him was the lifeless body of a man. Blood stained the sand, and Phainon’s hands—no, claws—were slick with it.

For a moment, you froze, your mind struggling to process what you were seeing. This wasn’t the Phainon who teased you, who laughed at your ridiculous questions, who walked you back to the village to keep you safe. This was something else entirely.

But before you could think too much about it, your instincts kicked in. You rushed forward, grabbing Phainon by the arm. "We need to go. Now," you hissed, your voice low but urgent.

He looked at you, his eyes still clouded with something primal, but he didn’t resist as you pulled him away from the scene. You led him to a secluded spot further down the shore, where the trees provided cover. Once there, you turned to him, your hands trembling but your voice steady.

"Stay here," you said. "I’ll take care of it."

Phainon didn’t respond, his breathing ragged as he slumped against a rock. You hurried back to the body, your stomach churning as you dragged it into the water, letting the current carry it away. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would have to do. You then scooped up handfuls of sand to cover the bloodstains, erasing as much evidence as you could.

When you returned to Phainon, he was still in the same spot, his head bowed. You knelt beside him, cupping water in your hands to wash the blood from his skin. He flinched at first but didn’t pull away, his eyes slowly clearing as the cold water brought him back to himself.

"I didn’t mean to… I lost control. The hunger—it’s been worse lately."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" you asked softly. "I could’ve helped."

He looked at you, his expression a mix of guilt and something else—something vulnerable. "I didn’t want you to see me like this," he admitted. "I didn’t want you to be afraid of me."

You sighed, sitting back on your heels. "Well, it’s a little late for that," you said, "But I’m still here, aren’t I?"

He didn’t answer, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. You stood, brushing the sand off your hands. "Wait here," you said. "I’ll be back."

You hurried to the market, grabbing a few fresh fish from one of the stalls. You skewered them and grilled them quickly over a small fire, the smell of the cooking fish filling the air. When they were done, you brought them back to Phainon, holding one out to him.

"Here," you said. "Try this."

He hesitated, then took the skewer, biting into the fish cautiously. His eyes widened slightly, and he devoured the rest in a few quick bites. "This… helps," he said, his voice quieter now. "More than I expected."

You nodded, sitting down beside him. "Good. I’ll make sure you have some every day. No more… incidents, okay?"

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The silence stretched between you, comfortable but heavy with unspoken words. Finally, you broke it.

"My parents… they’ve been urging me to find a partner" you said, staring at your hands. "To settle down. They’re getting older, and they want to see me happy before… well, you know."

Phainon’s head snapped toward you, his expression darkening. "A partner?" he repeated, his voice tight. "And what do you want?"

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. But they’re not going to stop asking."

He was silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched. Finally, he spoke "You don’t need a partner. You’re fine as you are."

"I mean, it’s not that simple—"

"It is," he interrupted,"You don’t need anyone else."

You blinked, unsure how to respond. But before you could say anything, he looked away.

"Just… don’t rush into anything," he said quietly. "Not for them."

You nodded, though your mind was racing. What was he implying? And why did the thought of finding someone else suddenly feel so… wrong?

As the sun rose higher in the sky, you sat there beside him, the sound of the waves filling the silence. And for the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t need to look for a partner at all. Maybe what you needed was already right beside you.

The days that followed were a strange mix of tension and quiet understanding. You kept your promise, bringing Phainon freshly grilled fish every morning, and he, in turn, seemed more like himself—charming, enigmatic, and just a little dangerous. But there was a shift between you now, an unspoken connection that neither of you dared to address.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself sitting with Phainon on the shore. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the faint smokiness of the fire you’d built to grill his fish. He ate quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon, while you fiddled with a piece of driftwood, your thoughts swirling.

"You know," you said, breaking the silence, "I’ve been thinking about what you said. About not needing a partner."

"And?"

"And… I think you might be right" you admitted, "I don’t need someone to make me happy. I’m fine on my own."

"But?"

You hesitated, then sighed. "But my parents… they won’t stop pushing. They’ve even started introducing me to people. It’s exhausting."

Phainon’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his fingers curling into fists. "They don’t understand," he said, "They don’t see what I see."

"And what do you see?"

He turned to you, "I see someone who doesn’t belong in their world. Someone who’s… different. Like me."

"Phainon, I’m not—"

"You are," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’ve always been different. That’s why I chose you."

"Chose me?"

He didn’t respond right away, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge your reaction. Then, slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. The touch was surprisingly gentle.

"You’re mine. You always have been. I just didn’t realize it until now."

There was something terrifying about his words, but also something undeniably alluring. You’d always felt drawn to him, even when you didn’t understand why. And now, as you looked into his eyes, you realized that maybe you didn’t need to understand. Maybe you just needed to accept it.

"Phainon" you began, your voice trembling, trying to resist some invisible force "I—"

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with something primal, something that made your heart race.

"Stay with me" he said, like a command "Forget the village. Forget your parents. You belong here, with me."

You hesitated, your mind racing. This was madness. He was a merman, a creature of the sea, and you were… just you. But as you looked into his eyes, you realized that maybe madness was exactly what you needed.

"Okay...." you whispered, "I’ll stay."

Phainon’s lips curved into a smile, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you.

"Good" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "You won’t regret it."

The villagers noticed your absence, of course. At first, they assumed you’d gone on a trip, or perhaps decided to move to another village. But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the rumors began to spread. Some said you’d been taken by the sea, while others whispered that you’d run away with a lover. Your parents grieved, but they never stopped hoping you’d return.

What they didn’t know was that you were still there, just beyond the shore, hidden in the depths of the ocean. Phainon had built a life for you beneath the waves, a world of shimmering coral and bioluminescent light. It was beautiful, but it was also isolating. You rarely saw other humans, and when you did, it was from a distance, watching as they walked along the shore, oblivious to the danger lurking just beneath the surface.

The villagers never found out what happened to you, but sometimes, on quiet nights, they swore they could hear a voice singing from the sea—a voice that sounded almost like yours. And though they didn’t understand it, they felt a strange sense of unease, as if the ocean itself was watching them, waiting.

But you were far beyond their reach now, lost in the depths with the one who had claimed you. And as the years passed, you became less human and more something else—something that belonged to the sea, to the darkness, to him.

[letteremi]

my best friend’s brother is the one for me!

pairing: sukuna x afab! reader

summary: you’re back from college! yay! but what’s this? yuji’s older brother, sukuna, has his eyes on you. lucky you - childhood crush turned obscene.

genre/tropes/cw/etc: 18+ only, smut, nsfw, some plot?, oral - fem!receiving, p in v penetration, fingering, size kink (lowkey), corruption kink (lowkey), light manhandling, praise, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, sukuna has a big dick, best friend’s brother! Sukuna, Yuji as the brother (sorry Yuji), modern au! theyre not sorcerers

MDNI !!!!!!!!

wc: 3.4 k

an: use protection y’all. also not proofread, very sorry for any typos or anything like that. first time writing smut </3

Credits go to @/strangergraphics for the divider!

This is so wrong. 

This feeling, simmering low in your gut and raising the hairs of your neck. 

Sukuna Ryomen, who found you in the kitchen, took one look at you, in your oversized shirt — fuck, he can just picture you in one of his. Who saw your nipples perked up, pebbled from the cool air. Tore his eyes away, because it was wrong for him to think of you that way. 

Who tried to control himself, he really did. But then your eyes dipped to the outline of his cock, barely contained by his sweats. You, who looked like you were salivating at the thought of him ruining you. 

He tried to dispel the tension, he did. Pulled the fridge door open, hoped the cold would shake these thoughts from him. “Hey,” he had said. 

“Um, hi.” You fidgeted with your hands. Suddenly ashamed of the slick pooling between your thighs. You didn’t expect him to come home in the middle of your movie night. Dried sweat, rippling muscles beneath a black compression shirt, and those grey sweats. Fuck. 

He grabbed a bottle of water then, twisting the cap off with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Didn’t think you’d be here,” he said, voice casual, but his gaze flickered down. Then back to your flushed face. Then lingering on your parted lips. 

“Yuji said I could stay over tonight.” You shrugged your shoulders. Cause you’re casual. Cool. Well-behaved. 

Sukuna leaned against the counter, arms crossed. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like you’re some puzzle he was so desperate to solve. Like he was trying to decide what to do with you. 

He stalked closer, and reached over your head to grab chips from the cupboard. He lingered for a beat too long, watched your face flush red and how you turned (so cutely) to the side. 

Well, that was then. Now—

He’s on his stomach, a slow smirk playing on his lips as he parts your legs, every inch of him radiating hunger. He’s French kissing your cunt, lapping up the sweet juice. Crimson eyes fixed upon you, watching you squirm. 

Sukuna Ryomen, between your pretty little legs, eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. And it damn well might be, if Yuji wakes up. 

Yuji Itadori has been your best friend since you were six — he staked his claim as no.1 in your life when he beat everyone else in rock-paper-scissors to be your project partner. He dragged you to his house for playdates pretty soon after, and when ten-year old Sukuna barged into the living room to ask if you’d be staying for dinner, you discovered what a crush was. 

What you didn’t know was that Sukuna had thought the same about you. And when you came back from college, those innocent feelings transformed into something lewd. Made him want to corrupt you. You, with your cute little frilly skirts that revealed just enough skin (the barest sliver of stomach; the slightest display of your ass).

You wore safety shorts. Of course. You’re a smart girl. You should protect yourself from perverts. 

It didn’t stop him from getting throbbing boners, just imagining the plush flesh hidden behind cloth. Didn’t stop him from stroking his thick length when you were right there — thin walls separating his muffled moans. It felt dirty — his cum splattered on the ridges of his abs — when you were in the next room, groaning about losing in Mario Kart. 

You can picture Yuji right now: head slumped on his oversized tiger plush-turned-pillow, lanky body draped across the couch, drooling as White Chicks plays on the TV. 

You’re hoping he remembers to put the pizza in the fridge soon, else he’d get food poisoning. Shudder. You’d hate to deal with a dehydrated, delirious Yuji, maybe you should —

“Ah!” you cry out, “Why did you —- mmph — do that?” Clicking your teeth in frustration, but it only comes out desperate. 

His sharp canines wink at you, hovering above your puffy clit, “y’looked distracted,” Sukuna scowls, eyes narrowed like it’s a natural consequence, for having something other than him in your mind right now. 

A crime, to not be utterly consumed by thoughts of his tongue. 

Forgive him, for wanting all your attention. 

“I wasn’t distra— haa,” he cuts you off with a rough lick, sharp tongue plunging into your gummy folds like he’s carving his name there. Every flick sends shivers down your spine, like he’s already mapped you out. He knows exactly where to stroke, where to lap, where to make you fall apart. 

“Wasn’t distracted.” You try to glare, but it’s pathetic – your eyes fluttering, mouth falling open. 

Smack!

A sharp sting blooms across your thigh. Your walls clench around nothing, aching, dripping. Now what was that for? Groans and dirty words fall out of his mouth, feeling you squeeze around his tongue. Oh fuck this guy. 

Sukuna lifts his fingers from your dripping cunt — slow and deliberate — spreading them wide, showing off the thin strands of your arousal between them. All he does is raise his eyebrow, but you immediately want to spill your guts.

There’s something about him that makes you want to be honest. Something about him that just drags the truth out of you, just to please him. 

You feel like a piece of meat roasting over a fire, cheeks burning impossibly hot and red. “I was thinking about Yuji, and— aah!” 

“Knew it,” he mumbles into your thigh. The ticklish feeling fueling the pool of heat in your gut. He’s so close to where you need him to be. 

Something in him twists, dark and ugly, and it shows on his face. 

What? Did you want Yuji between your thighs right now? Did you want his overeager ass lapping at your folds, desperate to please? 

He doesn’t want to think about your fucked-out face. Doesn’t want to picture that — eyes glazed, lips parted in a moan that isn’t for him.  The scent of another man’s cum on your skin. Dripping on your lips. Drying on your face. 

Doesn’t want to think about you not being his. 

A snarl curls his lips at the thought. His hands move before he thinks. 

Shlop!

An unimpressed eye roll is all the warning you get. Serves you right, thinking of his little brother when he’s the one defiling you. One thick finger has been shoved inside you: your muscles flutter violently to adjust to its size, your back arching instinctively. The corner of Sukuna’s plush lips twitch up into a self-satisfied smirk. 

That’s right. That’s how it should be. 

His lone finger curls slow, deadly — with the malicious intention of a man hell-bent on destroying you completely. His little brother’s cute, little friend. Sukuna throws his head back, a low guttural laugh, when he hears a pretty gasp escape your lips.

Eyes half-lidded, you meet his predatory red stare as he drinks in your blissed-out expression, before sliding a second finger past your contracting ring of muscle to join the first. This time, the stretch burns — each knuckle sends a shock wave of pleasure rippling through your core, leaving you gasping and trembling. 

Pulling a broken moan from your lips, your head falling back. Drooling. 

Sukuna pulls back, considering you. “How many fingers do you use when you finger yourself, hm?” He says it like he already knows you do. Like it’s a given, for someone as dirty as you. 

“T — two..” you mumble, averting your gaze. 

He tuts, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Poor baby. M’gonna ruin you, then.” 

A third finger enters your sopping cunt, moves with a practiced motion. In your haze of pleasure, a knot of jealousy forms. 

Sukuna’s fingers move with a deliberate, teasing rhythm, curling slowly inside you, exploring the depths only he knows. His breath fans over your skin, hot and steady — eyes never leaving yours. 

If you’re not mistaken, he’s looking at you with reverence. Like your noises are giving him life. You feel the heat pooling low in your belly, spreading outward like wildfire, every touch igniting sparks along your spine. 

His other hand slides up your thigh, fingertips tracing lazy circles — barely touching you. The room seems to shrink until there’s nothing but you and him. The wet sound of his tongue. The slick warmth inside you. The rapid beating of your heart, pounding loud and strong in your ears. 

“Can…can I cum,” you whine, “Please, ’Kuna. Please.” 

Sukuna’s fingers freeze. “This is your pussy, woman,” his voice honeyed in saccharine sin, “Why're you asking me, hm?”

You both know the answer. Lips pursed, you don’t give in — refuse to stroke his ego. He knows though. Can tell by your pissed-off pout, the shame in your eyes. 

You scowl, bucking your hips into his hand. He returns with a shit-eating smirk, slapping a large palm squarely on your pelvis. “Mmm, patience, doll.”

Your breath hitches, as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole — like he wants you to feel the loss, inch by devastating inch. Sukuna coos, “Look at you, filthy thing,” mocking, and mean. 

And look, you do, at the thin sap coating his digits. You’ve soaked his fingers. 

A fresh wave of heat sweeps through your body — embarrassed, turned on impossibly more. 

He’s just as desperate as you are — if not more. If only you could feel how his cock jumps with every sound you make. He wants, so badly, to bury himself in your tight, little slit right now. But you come first. And you will cum first. 

A displeased hum slips out of your lips. You pout, lips drenched in saliva. “If you don’t want to,” you grind your pussy into his palm, “I’ll just ask—”

His eyes narrow. “The hell you will, brat.”

He easily pushes the pads of his fingers back into your weeping folds. No way was he going to give you up, now that he had you merciless in his bed. Dives back into your cunt. Your sweet, sweet cunt. Curls his tongue straight, his fingers pumping straight onto your spot — just left of your cervix. 

You’re throbbing on his fingers, he just can’t get enough. Chases the pulse of your gluey walls. Pummeling where you’re sensitive, until you’re crying out. Spasming around his thick fingers, heavy breaths filling the room.

Eyes fluttering shut, drowning in pleasure, you shift your legs together. 

“Where are ya’ going, woman?”  

Yank! 

Two rough hands plant themselves in the plush of your hips, dragging you to meet his eyes in one harsh movement — the linen bed cover scrapes against the back of your thighs — the friction burns. 

“Come here,” He whispers, biting the shell of your ear. “Haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Your breath hitches at the threat of his voice. His teeth graze your sensitive skin, a warning and a promise. His hands slide down your sides, firm and sure, thumbs brushing the trembling skin of your writhing hips. 

He leans in close, breath hot and heavy against your neck, and you shudder as the scent of him — a deep, earthy, musk — fills your senses. 

He pulls back, and your body moves with him — like a pull you can’t resist. Though, he splays his palm and pushes you back down onto soft pillows. Pulls his boxers down, throws them somewhere in his room. His shirt follows. Then, he climbs back over you, one hand beside your face, the other thumbing his heavy cock. 

Blinking through the tears, your eyes drift down to the monster he’s stroking in his hands. Viscous, precum oozes from his pretty, red tip. Thick veins run down the sides — you can already feel them rubbing against your walls, pressing deliciously as he drags in, out, in — 

He smiles wickedly, like he’s reading your mind. Proud peacock. You scowl, but you’re already opening your legs apart for him again. 

“Wan’ me to put it in?” He circles the tip around your hole, teasing. He knows you do. You flutter at his words, squeezing around his sensitive head. An unspoken plea. 

You squirm, mewling, “You know what I want.” 

“Wanna hear it from you, doll.” He won’t stop teasing. Won’t stop pressing his tip hard on your bud, smug when your breaths come out heavier. Acting like he isn’t painfully hard right now, like pre isn’t being slobbered all over your pussy right now. 

You’ve had enough. He wants to act tough? Okay. Fine. 

You meet his gaze. Chest heaving, heart hammering so loud it’s all you can hear. The tension between you could snap steel. 

“Sukuna,” you purr, voice trembling but determined, “I need you to fuck me.” 

The man stills, short-circuiting. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second. You can’t help it — a thrill rushes through you, watching the most intimidating man you know stop in his tracks. All because of you. 

“‘Kuna?” You nudge him with a press of your leg, hips shifting restlessly. Your cunt pulses around nothing, aching to be filled. 

The warmth of your body brings him back. “Mmm?” His pupils are blown wide. 

“In,” you demand, raw and breathless. “Now.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, already slipping his cock head between your legs. The thick tip nudges your entrance, smearing heat and slick where you’re already dripping for him. The weight of his cock presses against your hole with a promise. 

Right. You knew that it’d be difficult to take him. But this?

A jolt runs through your whole body — you feel it in your stomach, your lungs, your aching muscles. A moan threatens to rip from your traitorous throat, you slap your sweaty palm over your mouth and grit your teeth. 

It’s literally just the tip. Fuck.

He smirks. “What’s wrong, princess?” he murmurs, voice husky. “Thought you wanted me to wreck you.” 

Every nerve feels like it’s on fire. A helpless, broken moan slips through your palm as he sinks further inside. He’s too big. He stills his hips, the thick length of him pulsing inside you. 

“So fucking tight,” he groans, voice rough and ragged. Fingers digging deeper into your hips, holding you still. “Can barely move.”

You don’t reply. You can’t reply. Mind scrambling for the words, but all you can think is too big. All your thoughts culminate to one: He’s going to break me. 

“Baby,” he coos, dark amusement in his tone, “gotta relax f’me.” Sukuna lets out a low growl, the sound travelling straight to your pulsating core. 

You want to relax for him. You want to take him, want to feel the delicious drag. But you can’t. Thighs trembling around his waist, walls clenching down so hard you can barely breathe. 

Sukuna eyes you carefully, cocking an eyebrow. The way you whimper, the quiver of your lips — too cute — you are going to kill him. He hums thoughtfully. “Let’s try something different, then.”

Before you can even process it, he’s wrapping thick arms around your thighs, pushing your knees right beside your head — bent right in half, completely exposed, open and at his mercy. You gasp, his cock shifting inside you at the abrupt movement — brushing by your sensitive spot. 

“Pretty,” he breathes, leaning in close, his breath hot against your lips. He smashes his plump lips against yours, nipping at your own until they part. Slides his tongue in, kissing you like he’ll never get to again. A string of saliva connects you when you pull back, gasping for air. He stares unashamedly at your swollen lips, breathing heavy. 

Sukuna keeps sliding in, pushing, battering your poor, tiny cunt. Swallowing your gasps, whispering ‘shhh pretty baby’. Finally, his weeping head kisses your cervix. You’re fluttering around him, gripping him so tight he thinks he can see stars. 

Your hole is creaming – white, frothy — at his thick base. You feel every inch of him — the veins feel so much better than you’d imagined. He bites back a moan at the sight. You’re hot, warm, pressing against him deliciously.   

The whines you’re making, the moans you choke out — one after the other — Sukuna can’t take it, his heart stuttering with each little noise. It’s taking all his self control to not ram you like the slut he knows you truly are. 

The position makes everything feel impossibly deeper, clenching helplessly at every inch. He slides back just a little, then presses forward again, watching your face contort with pleasure. Pride rushes through him at the sight, 

“See?” he rasps, voice thick with heat. “Goes in easier like this, doesn’t it?”

He pulls back just enough to slam forward again, harder this time. The bed creaks under the force of his thrust. Your legs quake where he holds them, every thrust forcing your breath out in broken gasps. 

The pace he sets is fast, hips slapping against yours like he can’t bear to be away from you for long.  

You feel him everywhere. His searing hot body, crushing you with every shove of your hips together. Sukuna’s wicked teeth, nipping at your collarbone, and sucking bruises into your salty skin. It’s too much.  

“Just how,” thrust, “ahh – I imagined it.” You tighten around him, a shudder rolling through your whole body at his words.

“Oh? My pretty little baby likes that?” Sukuna husks, voice dripping with dark delight.

His fingers press harder into your flesh — no doubt you’ll be sore tomorrow — holding you steady as he drags his length torturously slow, then drives back in with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. 

“Such a good little thing,” he hisses, pace quickening as he watches your bashful, dazed face. “Taking all of me. Letting me ruin you.” 

And ruin you, he does. Every slam feels like he’s branding you from the inside out. Lost in the stretch, the fullness, the sheer, relentless pleasure.

You’re boneless, gripping the sheets and crying out — “ha, ‘m so close, S'kuna.” Dragging out the last syllable with a whiny moan, and his cock twitches inside of you. 

You’re blabbering now, cockdrunk, “jus’ fill me,” begging, “wanna feel you deep.” 

Sukuna only laughs mockingly, “She’s a cocksleeve and a cumdump?” He pistons faster, balls slapping your ass, erratic, hips stuttering and losing their earlier arrogance.

What his girl wants, she gets. Anything for you, yeah?

Your orgasm builds up, fast, and suddenly, you’re quivering like you’ve never before — chanting his name like a prayer, when you clamp down, spasm on his girth. He bites down on your shoulder as you ride out your high, plunging his heavy cock into the spots he knows makes you see stars. Tremors wrack your body, your body helplessly convulsing under his.

It’s not long til he’s spilling himself, flooding your walls with the cum you oh so desperately wanted. Sukuna continues thrusting, the squelching of his seed in your cunt music to his ears.

Reluctantly, he pulls out — though, he’s rewarded by the sight of his sticky release dribbling from your spent hole. 

When your breathing returns to normal, Sukuna kisses your forehead — light, and chaste, and so tender that it has both of you shocked. You, frozen still, because he did not just do that. 

And him? He pulls back, lips slightly parted. Realising that oh shit, he was in it deep.  

Sukuna falls to your side, heat rising to his ears and turning them bright red. You turn to try to face him. Keyword: try. Because with one hand, he stops you from rolling over — keeping your back to his chest. 

For all his efforts to conceal his (newly realised) feelings, you can still feel his heart beating hard and fast against your skin. He drapes an arm, awkward and clumsy, over your torso — pulling you close, legs tangled, his lips brushing your shoulder. 

It’s almost domestic — you want to laugh. 

But then you feel it. 

Something hard against your ass. 

“Sukuna..” you warn, tone groggy. 

But he’s already moving, wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “This is your doing, doll.” 

“Make it up to me, yeah?”

-

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Yuji had woken up, rubbing his bleary eyes. The movie had long finished — he checks, shit, 2 hours ago. He wondered where you had gone, fingers raking through his hair in bewilderment. 

It doesn’t take long for him to meander into the hallway — thinking that you’d gone to his bedroom instead, like you had always. But you’re not in his room. Yuji frowns, flopping onto his bed and staring at the ceiling — hands folded behind his head. 

That’s when he hears it. 

The slapping of skin on skin. The unmistakable sound of your voice, twisted into wanton moans and choked sighs.  

Fucking hell.  

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[jymwahuwu]

-You play a stripping game with Aventurine! See how much you can win?

cw: yandere, dub-con, manipulative behavior, naive, drunk reader, reader has female reproductive system, creampie, getting stripped naked after playing games

"What? Did that customer really say that? This is so silly!" You held a wine glass with ice in one hand and giggled drunkenly. And Aventurine is sitting next to you now. He confirmed your question, causing you to snicker again. He adds the sweet golden liquid to your cup. "That's right - I always advised them not to… Who would have thought that that business would become so exaggerated?"

"Hmm, that's enough, that's enough…" You took another sip of wine, leaned on his table, turned your head, smiled, and looked at the outline of his face. It's been weeks since you talked to Aventurine like this, in his villa. But once you meet him, there is an endless stream of things to say, maybe this is the precious friendship.

"Anyway, how about playing a game when you have free time?" he suggested.

You got interested and asked him what his game was. Aventurine held up your palm and explained the rules to you several times. You nodded, but you didn't really understand. "Okay, okay, how many credits should we bet?"

"It's vulgar to talk about money all the time, my friend." He smiled and held up a finger. "How about taking off one piece of clothing after losing a round?"

"Take off… clothes?" You tilted your head… closed your eyes and shook your head. "ah?"

Aventurine said in surprise. "It's a popular game. Didn't you know?"

"I-Of course I know!!" You raised your voice, pretending you already knew everything. Thinking of the value of his outfit… "Hmph, I can take away your hundreds of thousands of outfits soon."

"1, 6, 2!"

"6, 6, 6!"

"It's time to take off your clothes." He raised his chin and reminded. You snorted, removing a jacket and throwing it on his couch.

"4, 5, 6!"

"6, 6, 6!"

"What?" You picked up the three dice, checked and struck them from different angles, but there was nothing strange about them. "Did you cheat? Why are the results always so incredible?" Aventurine chuckled and shrugged. "I told you before that I'm very lucky, don't you believe me?"

"Ah, okay…" You reluctantly stared at his exquisite attire, which he had never taken off, and then looked down at your own graphic t-shirt and shorts, which were pulled up so that the bra and the breasts wrapped inside were exposed to the air. Embarrassment tugs at your heart and you try to fight back. "Next round! I don't believe you can beat me!"

2, 1, 1.

6, 6, 6.

If question marks could pop up in reality, a thousand question marks would have popped up above your head. You stare at the results in disbelief. How could Aventurine be so lucky? You can't even take one of his watches or rings? And are you so defeated now that you have to take off either your bra or panties?

"I-I won't play anymore. Boring game!" You bluffed, asking to get your clothes back, but Aventurine raised his eyebrow. "Awwww, it seems there is a coward here…"

"Who are you calling a coward?"

"You didn't keep your bet."

You are not a coward! You took back the hand holding the clothes and tremblingly touched your underwear and bra. Which one should you take off? If you lose again, will you really be completely naked? How do you get home? In the midst of your thoughts and drunkenness, you settled on a bra, but then covered your bare breasts with your hands. "Humph, now is the beginning of my victory!"

Victory? Aventurine almost laughed out loud, holding back the ridicule rising in her throat, knowing that you might leave in a huff, and all the previous arrangements would be ineffective. You open a dice simulator from the Internet to avoid possible cheating from Aventurine.

5, 1, 3.

6, 6, 6.

…It’s really…BEYOND WEIRD. How on earth is this possible? Is Aventurine walking on some lucky path you don't know and being protected by the lucky Aeon? But anyway, now you have to take off your panties and keep your promise. Now you were completely naked, in his villa, in front of your friend.

"Hey! You... don't have to do this... " You watched as Aventurine put them all in a box and locked it up. These clothes…are no longer your property. "There's no way I'm going home naked!"

"Didn't someone just say they were going to take my clothes away? I thought you were serious?" He chuckled, pulled your arm, and guided you onto his lap. With your brain like a drunken fog and embarrassment, you knelt on the sofa in confusion, your legs spread apart, and the luxurious sofa sank. A gentle kiss. Bring some hot air. Like an electric shock. "Umm…"

"Too bad your clothes won't come back, but you can win a new set by…"

Aventurine's thumb rubbed against your hot cheek for half a minute before he reluctantly unbuttoned his pants and took out his long, swollen and erect cock, the glans teasing your slit. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest, and the glans stretched your folds and the warm inside of your vagina. "I…"

This is really more incredible than these rounds of dice. You were bouncing on his cock, moaning and sobbing in ecstasy. His hand cupped your ass, occasionally slapping it in exchange for you squeezing his cock unconsciously, while rubbing your clit with his other hand.

As the cream spurts into your body, ecstatic bliss fills you. You tighten your limbs, your butt trembles, and you wrap your hands around his neck, gasping for air.

"You win. I'll give you a new set when you wake up, okay?"

[aajjks]

Love Fuckin’ (m)

synopsis. You love feeling him so deep inside you after a nightmare.

rating: 18+ (explicit smut)

warning: expl-cit sex, k—ssing, unpr-tect-d sex, r-ugh sex, m-ssionary, posess-veness, borderline y-ndere gojo, f-ngering, he’s dr-nk, manga sp-ilers, nightm-res, drúnk gôjô.

note. This is for all the Gojo fuckers out here. I love him and I need him and I fucking hate sukuna and GEGE. fuck u both please share your feedback. I love you guys. Enjoy. Also this contains manga spoilers. Reposted.

You wake up in cold sweat.

Gojo was cut in half.

When you look around he’s not by your side, the sweat on your forehead falls down, what if dream is your upcoming reality?

It’s midnight,, there’s thunderstorm, and you’re so fucking lonely and scared— no you’re terrified.

Where is he? “Satoru…”

you curl yourself in bed, your paranoia slowly creeping up, your dream felt so vivid, so real.

Your boyfriend died in the nightmare.

As you think about your vivid dream, you can’t help but cry softly to yourself, you love him so much, he loves you so much.

Gojo’s love makes you feel so alive. You need him. You need him so badly right now. you want to touch him to make sure that he’s OK

God please…

You pray for his safety, goodness you need your boyfriend with you right now. You know he’s the strongest, he can protect himself but you’ll only calm down once he’s in your arms.

“Baby…” your eyes widen in surprise as the door of your bedroom opens and there’s him, a little sloppy with his steps as he comes in.

“Sa-Satoru…” you fall out, taking your blanket off as you see his soaked body. He stares at you with a weird gaze, “ynnnn..” he slurs out.

He’s drunk.

“You are drunk!” You glare at him, your tears now dry, sense of relief washes over you when you see him in his glory. He is okay and that dream of yours was just a stupid nightmare.

Gojo doesn’t reply but he walks over to you, his hair wet, the outline of his muscles showing through his soaked shirt and you feel his strong arms wrap around your body.

“My pretty baby…” he looks at you with his vibrant blue eyes, you glare at him. “Oh you horny fucker no.” You cuss at him.

He’s got that Look in his eyes, you know him like the back of your hand, despite him not saying anything about getting intimate with you yet you can tell he wants you.

Gojo pouts before you watch him kick his pants off, you don’t stop him, soon he’s taking off his clothing.

Getting completely bare.

“you stupid bastard why are you getting naked?”

You tease him acting, angry,

He pushes you towards him, your chest hitting his, and before you say anything else he pulls you into a bruising hot kiss.

His lips meet yours feverishly as he shoves his tongue in your mouth, demanding entrance and you grab his face kissing him back.

Satoru moans into your mouth, grinding his hard erected dick against your clothed thigh. That sends shivers down your spine. “Yn baby let me fuck youuu I need you.” He whines against your mouth.

You know he’s asking for consent, so you nod, and that’s all he needs before he pushes you onto your shared bed

You wait for his next move and he climbs on top of you, and soon he sticks his two large fingers inside you after taking your panties off which were hidden by your night dress.

“o-oh fuck.” You shiver, arching your back. His fingers make you feel so full and the way you clench around them makes Saturo grunt.

“where the fuck were you? I had a nightmare…” you try to surpass the noise that threaten to escape your throat when you tell him about your nightmare, but he’s just so mercilessly fucking you with his fingers.

“Aw baby you had a nightmare?” He asks, his face closer to yours as he buries his head in your neck and starts to kiss your neck, all over.

You moan again, “y-yeah.. I had a dream that you died… you were cut in half..” a tear escapes your eye because of the intensity of the pleasure of his fingers inside you or maybe because of the pain due to the nightmare you had.

but then you hear him laugh as he takes out his fingers right as you cum on them, as you chase your orgasm you’re confused as to why he’s laughing at your misery.

“Baby you taste so amazing… fuck.” He runs his tongue on your arousal on his fingers, licking them clean.

He’s so nasty and so lewd.

“Why the hell are you laughing? I love you and I thought I lost you.” You whine.

He doesn’t say anything, but he kisses you again, hungrily shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

“No one can kill Gojo Saturo… he always be alive baby. Don’t you see me right in front of you?” He peppers, your face in kisses, leaving you breathless with his former kiss.

You’re not sure if he’s being ignorant or.. sympathetic.

Or maybe he’s just telling you the truth.

Gojo looks at you loving his eyes full of love for you, “come on, let me make you feel just how alive I am as I fuck you senseless on my cock.”

And without a warning, he thrusts inside you violently.

And suddenly all the coldness from this rainy night disappears, the heat of his body making your night incredibly hot.

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye, fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy,”

TAGS — face riding, pussy-eating, jk’s whipped asf, he’s whiny too, creampies, cum-eating/feeding, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, reader is cute but she’s NASTY, lowkey subby!jk

WORD COUNT — 1.9 k

One thing Jungkook loved about you was the way you teased him–made him beg for it and had him on his knees for your pussy. He’d die for just a little taste..just a tiny one, he wanted to slobber all over it till the drool was running down his chin and his face was smeared in your slick. His poor cock stirs just thinking about having you on his tongue all over again.

“Good morning.” You cheerfully smile, “Thought I’d make some breakfast before we leave.” You turn to lean back against the counter, the very sight of you has his mouth running dry as he takes you in. You’re wearing nothing but his black oversized shirt that ends above your thighs, underneath he can see your pretty panties you had surprised him with yesterday when you came over, and the rest of you is laid out bare for him.

Jungkook licks his lips and saunters over, “Not hungry–for food at least.” He eyes you up and down as he crowds you up against the counter, “Fuck, you look so good.” He whispers under his breath dropping his hands down underneath his shirt, his big hands cup both cheeks and give them a hard squeeze. “You should walk around my house like this more.” He chuckles.

“Yeah?” You softly purr as you wound your arms around his neck, “You like it when I wear your clothes?” Your eyes fall down to his lips, “I like them too, but I think I look better with nothing on.” You bite your lip with a soft giggle, watching as his eyes darken, “Don’t you think so?”

Jungkook groans under his breath and presses his lips to yours messily, “Fuck yes,” he whispers fiercely as he continues kissing you, “you’re a fuckin’ dream.” The noises his lips make when he smacks them against yours fill up the otherwise quiet kitchen. Jungkook’s moaning softly against your lips and his hands are greedily grabbing anywhere and everywhere.

You softly sigh into his mouth and lean back with him following, not wanting to separate from the heated kiss. When you began running out of air you swiftly pulled back and stared up at him with glossed over eyes. “The food is gonna get cold,” you murmur, “don’t want it to go to waste.”

Jungkook grumbles, “No, baby–c’mon,” he tries to reel you back in after you start side-stepping to get out from between him and the counter, “don’t want food, just want your little pussy..” He trails off as he corners you once again, “You feel that? How crazy you’re driving me?” He brings your hand down over his boxers, pushing his hard cock up against your soft hand.

You nearly drool when you feel the thick outline of his cock, and there’s a damp spot that has you internally whining. “And how do you want me?”

“Anyway, just wanna eat your pussy out baby.” Jungkook paws at your panties and tries to get you to take them off but you stop him, “Baby.” He whines again and steps back when you motion for him to move. He eyes you questioningly, watching with a pouty gaze as you slowly lift the hem of his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He whispers under his breath.

You smile teasingly at him and hook your fingers under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly. He licks his lips hungrily and waits patiently, “C’mere love,” you curl your finger at him, “ah-ah, on your knees for me Jungkookie.” You purr.

Jungkook stumbles over eagerly, falling before you on his knees as he looks up at you waiting. “You’ll do anything I want?” You tilt your head.

“Anything.” He nods eagerly with his throat bobbing as he swallows harshly.

You slowly hook your leg over his shoulder and bring him closer, pussy hovering right over his lips. Jungkook licks his lips and turns his eyes up to you, as if he were asking for permission. “Go on, make me cum Jungkookie, you can have it baby.” You bite your lip. He immediately dives in and runs his tongue over your soft slicked up folds.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut and you watch a subtle shudder go through his body, like he’s getting pleasure from just eating you out alone. His hand comes up to pull you in by your ass cheeks and your pussy rubs over his face. His tongue slips past your folds and he circles it around your clit, moaning against your pussy. The vibrations have you whining quietly under your breath.

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath.

Jungkook busies himself with sucking on your clit, licking at your inner folds, and letting his tongue prod at your slicked up hole. He pulls back to pant softly against your pussy, his eyes are glossed over and filled with dark desires. You guide him by the back of his head to your pussy, “Feels so good..” You whisper and feed your cunt to him, you let your hips roll forward slowly as you smother his face with your pussy.

He groans lowly and tilts his head up, “Need more,” he pants softly, “ ‘s not enough, need your pussy ‘round my cock. Gonna fuck you so good till you’re shaking baby.” He puts his hot mouth over your cunt once more and sucks harshly on your sensitive little bud.

“Oh,” you shudder and tilt your head back, “like that.” You shakily grind against his mouth and dig your fingernails into his scalp, “So good baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” You whine, “Bet you’re gonna fuck me so good, fill me till I’m dripping with your cum,” you purr out.

Jungkook’s moans mix with soft slupring noises, he digs his fingers into your soft cheeks and desperately chases after you when your hips move even the slightest bit away from his mouth. Your pussy throbs and a sharp wave of pleasure rolls over you as you cum on his tongue. He doesn’t let up on your poor throbbing clit, licking and sucking over it while you ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“Fuck that’s enough baby.” You whine quietly and push at his head, “C’mon, you said you’d fuck me good.”

Jungkook pulls back, panting heavily as he looks up at you with those doe eyes, “ ‘m gonna fuck you so good,” he replies as he slowly rises to his towering height, looking down as he pins you up against the counter once more.

You bite your lip eagerly and slip your hand into his sweats, happy to find that he forgoed wearing anything underneath. His cock throbs, it’s hot and sits heavy against your soft palm. You stroke him slowly, running your hand over every inch and vein that sits on his hard shaft. Jungkook moans low and kicks his hips into your hand, “Baby–let me have it,” he begs softly, “need your pussy around me cock.”

“Yeah? And if I said only the tip?” You grin when he whines, “What’s the matter baby? Thought you wanted my pussy ‘round your cock.”

Jungkook bites on his piercing and paws at your soft hips, “Please baby, you know what I’m gonna say.” He whispers as he licks his lips, “So let me have it, yeah?” He crowds you.

You bite your lip and nod, hiking your leg up around his waist and tugging his cock out of his sweats, letting the waistband sit below his swollen balls. You align the tip with your pussy, pressing the weeping head over your cunt and against your clit. He sighs softly and nudges forward, letting his cock slip right between your fat folds with a low squelch.

“More baby.” He groans and continues sliding his cock up against your messy pussy over and over again.

The glide is smooth, your slick coats his cock and makes it messy. His cockhead prods at your clit over and over again sending sharp jabs of pleasure down your spine. You guide his cock to your hole and whine quietly as he stuffs you full of him, letting it push past and slip right in where he belongs. It has your back arching in pleasure as he fills you up so perfectly.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook moans out as he sets his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in so you don’t go running off anywhere. “Pussy so tight ‘round me, got you creaming all over me like a messy little slut. Gonna make you clean it with your mouth baby.” He pants hotly against your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

Your mouth falls open and a shaky breath escapes you, you feel so full you’re rendered speechless from how good the pressure feels. Your leg that’s wrapped around his waist tightens, you roll your hips to meet his as the two of you fuck up into eachother desperately.

You claw at his shoulders and moan high and breathy, “Right there Kook, fucking me so good.” You whimper out.

Jungkook fucks into you harder, his knuckles turn white from how tight he’s gripping the counter. The sounds of his hips meeting your plush ass fill the entire kitchen, slick dribbles down his cock and stains his sweats and balls. The noises your pussy makes only fuels his desire for you, slamming home into your cunt over and over again.

“Right there baby? You’re gonna cum for me again?” He breathes out and turns his head to bury his face in your neck. “Yeah?” He whispers when he feels your pussy tighten around him, “Go on baby, cum on this cock.” He grins softly.

You moan loudly and throw your head back as your hips buck wildly against his own, “Kook..!” You gasp, your pussy flutters around his cock. Jungkook in response speeds up and hoists you up against him, his cock pushes right up against your g-spot and that’s your undoing.

“Fuck.” You sob out while coming around his cock.

Jungkook fucks into you a couple more times, shuddering when he feels your hand drop down to wrap around his balls and fondle them while he fucks you. “Shit.” He whispers and lets his eyes fall closed, his hips roll slowly until he cums, filling your slicked up pussy to the brim.

“I feel gross now.” You mumble out, reaching down between the two of you to swipe up some of his cum, bringing your finger up to your lips and sucking.

Jungkook shudders at the sight and gets an idea, “Can I..?” He asks softly as he slowly slips out of your messy cunt with a lewd squelch. You give him a cheeky smile and nod, leaning back against the counter and spreading your thighs apart for him. He falls to his knees and laps up the mess between your sticky folds, you sigh in relief when his tongue runs over your clit in a soothing manner.

When Jungkook finishes he comes up and you bring him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as you slip your tongue into his mouth. The taste of him and you definitely has you weak in the knees, and you know he feels the same way. “Breakfast?” You ask softly.

Jungkook licks his lips, “No thanks,” he smacks your ass as he passes by, “just had some.” He grins whistling softly.

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[nats-firefly]

the bet

sorority!wandanat x reader

summary: tri delta and delta nu have a bet, you get caught in the cross fire

warnings: power bottom!wandanat, choking, smut 18+ only

a/n: repost! they're back

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 2.7 k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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Delta Nu and Tri Delta were known as the rival sororities on campus. Always the two every girl wanted to get into, the two to raise the most funds for whatever cause and the two who were always at each other’s throats. One week, the heads of the two sororities met and made a bet. Celibacy week. The house that broke first would have to give up their summer funding for parties, only relying on future fundraisers for party budget.

Usually, these bets wouldn’t affect you all that much. You even liked them sometimes, Natasha would get especially frustrated when things didn’t go her way and she would always come to her trusty roommate for some… stress relief.

But this bet, this bet sucked. 

Not only was Natasha extremely sexually frustrated and on edge, but you had also found yourself becoming dependant on both Natasha and Wanda for your own stress relief. And now neither of them could come to your aid.

You tried though. And you were persistent. But Natasha is a more determined when she’s pissed off. And there was nothing that pissed her off more than having to share you. She noticed how much you would be on your phone and how you spent more and more time out of the apartment, and how your dirty laundry would have the faint smell Natasha recognized from meetings with Delta Nu.

You snaked your hands onto Natasha’s hips, pressing her between your body and the counter, making sure the outline of the silicone toy between your legs was clearly felt through your sweatpants. Natasha whimpered, her hips subconsciously pressing back against you. She turned around in your hold, her hand coming up to grip your throat and pull you towards her.

You turned her towards the kitchen island, hooking your hands under her thighs and propping her up. Her fingers pressed the sides of your throat and you moaned into her mouth, your lips moving perfectly against each other. She bucked her hips closer to the edge, feeling your cool fingertips sliding up her thigh. 

All of a sudden, Natasha clenched her thighs shut, trapping your hand between her thighs as she pushed you away from her with clenched eyes. Her hand loosened its grip on your throat as your other hand slid down her leg. 

“I can’t let her win this too,” You tilted your head, about to ask her what she meant when she hopped down from the counter, giving you a peck on the cheek before walking into her room. 

You frustratedly closed the door to your room, plopping down on your bed and pulling out your phone, starting to text the only other woman who could tend to your needs at the moment.

it’s just a stupid bet, what’s the big deal? nobody has to know, wanda

You rolled your eyes, waiting patiently for the three little dots to appear.

did you forget you live with one of them 

she has a name you know

whatever it is, no. I can’t.

I’ll get rid of her, please?

Wanda tapped her fingertips against her table, biting her lip in concentration. She huffed out a sigh, typing out a half-assed excuse, part of her already thinking of what she’d wear to your place. 

if this fucks up my chances as delta nu president next year i’m holding you personally responsible get rid of her

You got up from your bed, grabbing your wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. You walked to Natasha’s bedroom, knocking on the door before you heard her voice telling you to come in.

“Do you wanna do me a favor?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck as you sat on her bed. She scrolled further down the online store’s website, clicking on a bodycon dress. She hummed, encouraging you to keep talking. “Can you go to the store and grab ice cream?”

“Why do I have to go?”

“Well, you’ve got all this pent up energy you can’t release right? Jog to the store.”

She hummed and stopped scrolling, turning her chair to your direction. You offered her the twenty dollar bill and she snatched it away from your hands. “Fine.”

“Thanks,” You smiled, getting up from her bed and making your way back to your room. Natasha found it odd but didn’t think about it too much. She put on her running shoes and slung a fanny pack over her shoulder before heading out the door, leaving your twenty dollar bill on the counter. 

You heard the front door click shut and quickly texted Wanda.

she’s jogging to the store, you have like twenty minutes to get here

Wanda stood up out of her desk, sliding off her sweatpants and stepping into tight yoga pants. She packed her laptop and notebooks into her bag and walked out the door, grabbing a baseball cap before she left the house. She walked to your apartment and was there ten minute later, trying to ignore the smug smirk on your face as you ushered her into your bedroom.

You closed the door and pushed Wanda against the wooden surface, bringing her lips onto yours. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your lips against hers while her bag slid down her arm to rest gently on the floor. She caught herself when your hands started drifting up her sweater, making her push you back onto your bed. You fell backwards, propping yourself up on your elbows as she straddled your lap. 

“You don’t get to call the shots today,” She gripped your hair and brought your lips back onto hers, her tongue moving against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands came to rest on her ass, making her buck hips into you and fuck, this was a bad idea. 

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop,” You smirked up at her, making her grip your chin and push you into the bed, rolling her eyes as she got off your lap. 

“I do,” She groaned, standing up again and moving to her back on the floor bringing it to the bed. “I even brought work to do.”

“You never stop, do you?” You asked, as she sat against the headboard, looking at you while she type on her computer and you pulled out your video game controller. 

“If I did, I wouldn’t become president of Delta Nu next year,” She said, the sound her her nails clicking on the keys echoing in your ears.

“Easy there, champ, don’t your sisters have to elect you?” You joked as you clicked away on your controller, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.

“Yeah, but I’m not worried about that,” She said, her eyes drifting to the way your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your fingers flexed so easily around the controller. It all sent a wave of arousal straight to her core.

Wanda pushed her laptop off her lap, the crawled over to you, pushing your controller aside and straddling your hips once again. 

“Ready to break the rules, Madam President?”

“The rule is I can’t have sex,” She said, bringing her lips onto yours. “Nobody said anything about touching.”

She gripped your wrists and led them under her shirt, making you smirk against her mouth. Her soft moans filled your ears and vibrated through your body, your fingertips pressing harder against the soft skin of her chest. Your lips trailed down her neck, her hands gripping onto your hair as she arched into you. You flipped her over onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs and continuing to kiss down her body.

Wanda moaned as she felt the shape of your strap press against her. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked on her skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to leave Wanda wanting more. 

Wanda felt her desperation heighten, feeling like maybe, just maybe she would break the bet. Just as she was about to start tugging your shirt up your body, your head picked up, hearing Natasha open the door to the apartment. You looked at Wanda, a smirk tugging on your lips as you kissed up to her ear, softly shushing her.

“We have to be quiet now, angel,” You said, bringing her lips back onto yours. She continued kissing you, her eyes bursting open when the idea popped into her head. If she wanted anything with you tonight, she was gonna have to share you with Natasha. 

But Wanda couldn’t just bring this up, and she wouldn’t be able to wait another day, celibacy week was almost over. She had to act now. And it had to be Natasha’s idea. Wanda started whining against your lips, at first softly, but getting increasingly louder.

Natasha walked through the door, stopping at the fridge to grab a water bottle as she caught her breath. She removed her earphones and moved closer to you door, hearing shuffling and muffled whining from the other side of the door. 

“I’m back from the store,” She called through the door, making you pull away from Wanda and place your hand over the brunette’s mouth.

“Uhmm, you can put the ice cream in the freezer, I’ll get it late-OUCH!” You hissed at the sharp pain on your fingers, turning your gaze back to Wanda who had a grin on her face and she gripped your forearm over her shirt.

“Is everything okay?” Natasha said, walking into your room. She froze at the sight in front if her: Wanda pinned underneath you, one of your hands under her shirt while the other hovered above her mouth. The redhead’s eyebrows raised and a smug grin graced her features. “What do we have here.”

You pulled yourself off Wanda and walked over to Natasha gripping her hips and turning her around, pushing her towards the door. “We didn’t do anything, she didn’t lose the bet.”

Natasha stopped in her movements, all the pent up frustration she jogged off immediately returning. If anyone was gonna tiptoe around the grey area of the bet with you, it was gonna be her. There was no way in hell she would let Wanda have you all to herself. She turned around to face you before her gaze drifted to Wanda, who was still laying on the bed, her gaze completely locked onto Natasha. 

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” She simply said. Natasha’s lips turned upwards, her hands immediately pushing you back into your room. 

“Now we just gotta make sure you keep your mouth shut,” Natasha’s eyes locked onto yours, the back of your legs finally reaching the bed, making you fall back on it. Wanda kneeled next to you, standing over you next to Natasha as you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“You guys make it seem like you both weren’t practically begging me to fuck you earlier today,” You rolled your eyes, watching the two girls look over you like you were the last meal on Earth. Wanda rolled her eyes, leaning over and gripping your chin.

“Let’s put that mouth to better use,” Wanda shuffled off the bed, sliding her pants down her legs along with her underwear, Natasha quickly following her movements. Wanda was about to climb back onto the bed, but Natasha held her back, making the brunette look at her with a frown.

“I live here, I get to call dibs on her face,” The redhead said, moving her body up to your face. Wanda rolled her eyes, grabbing the hem of your sweatpants and pulling them down your body, revealing her favorite red strap. 

“You tell another living soul about this and you’re moving out,” Natasha lowered her pussy onto your mouth before you had a chance to answer, her hips rolling onto your face as you stuck your tongue out. Natasha’s fingers gripped onto your hair, angling your head back as she bucked her hips onto you. Wanda groaned as she sunk down onto the toy between your legs, you could feel her weight shift on your hips as she bounced on your strap, your hands gripping the back of her knees and pulling her closer.

Wanda moaned, her nails digging into the skin of your stomach as she steadied herself. The stinging sensation made you moan into Natasha, the vibrations moving through her body and making her thighs squeeze around your head. They started off with a terrible pace, the two bucking their hips at the worst moments together. Your hands gripped Natasha’s hips as you pushed your strap deeper into Wanda, briefly halting her movements. Wanda screamed out in pleasure, the tip of the strap pressing against the perfect spot while you rolled Natasha’s hips onto your face, keeping your eyes on her as she contorted her face in pleasure.

Wanda and Natasha settled into the perfect pace, working off each other and making you groan in pleasure every now and then. Natasha pressed down onto your face, her arousal already dripping down your chin. Wanda whined, desperately bucking her hips, trying to reach her high, but not quite getting there. 

“Do you need a little help, sweetheart?” Natasha cooed condescendingly at the brunette, making Wanda more frustrated than she already was. You lifted you chin up, sucking Nat’s clit into your mouth, making her body shudder. Natasha lifted herself off you, before turning around and straddling your face once again. You circled your thumbs onto Wanda’s legs, as she continued moving against you. Natasha gripped her chin and brought their lips together, her hands moving town to Wanda’s chest, tweaking her nipples as you pumped the toy deeper into Wanda.

One of Natasha’s hands moved up to Wanda’s throat, lightly squeezing the sides as she pulled away from the brunette. She moaned, bucking her hips faster against your face as you reached up to her hips and pressed her hips down onto you as you sucked on her clit. “Cum with me, Wanda.”

You felt Wanda’s arousal soak the strap just as Natasha’s hips stilled and her body shook over you, her orgasm washing over her like waves. Wanda brought their lips together once again, both girls using your body to ride out their orgasms, hair clinging to their skin as the caught their breath. 

You licked Natasha clean before she pulled away from your face, letting you sit up and lift Wanda off you. Natasha moved off the bed to look for her underwear, ready to leave like she usually did after the two of you had your time. You leaned Wanda against the headboard, bringing your lips to hers then kissing down her body, the brunette’s hands entangling in your hair as your buried your head between her thighs, carefully running your tongue through her sensitive folds. 

Natasha watched as you cared for Wanda the same way you would care for her, feeling a pang of jealousy course through her at Wanda’s soft laughter as you came up and kissed her cheek. Wanda moved to the side, allowing you to settle agains the headboard before she settled next to you, curling to your side. 

“Uhm,” Natasha felt embarrassed watching, a prominent shade of pink gracing her cheeks as she avoided your gaze. “I’ll uh-”

“You can stay if you want,” Wanda said, pulling the blanket on the other side of you down, as you focused you attention on the tv. 

“She’s right,” You said, secretly hoping neither woman noticed how much you desperately hoped she would. 

“Okay,” Natasha leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest as she focused her attention at the tv. You nudged her shoulder, the motioned for her to inch closer, making her roll her eyes but moved closer nonetheless. 

The three of your comfortably watched cartoons and talked for another few hours, not able to keep your hands to each other for most of the time. It was around 2 am when you finally closed your eyes, Natasha laying unconscious curled to your side. Wanda drew patters on your skin with her fingertips, the reflection of the tv glimmer bouncing off your phone catching her attention. She waited another few episodes to make sure you were both asleep before reaching over and snapping a picture before sending it to herself and deleting it off your phone. 

She fell asleep with a smug smirk on her features, thinking she had the upper hand. What she didn’t know was that the following morning Natasha would do the same thing, snapping a picture of Wanda laying naked with you before tiptoeing her way out of your room to get ready for class.

And yeah, they both were still at each other’s throats, but maybe this bet wasn’t so bad after all.

[day-azevir]

My friends, I present to you the ENTIRE Slabtek Hockey au outline; Frostwalker

> Etho moves down south and far away from his hometown. The combination of the D-1 admission and the severity of his injury made him very recognizable and highly pitied among the people he interacted with. And after about a year, he just got sick of it

> While working at his new job (local arboretum), Etho overhears his coworkers, Bdubs and Gem, talking about hockey practice later that evening. Part of him wants to check it out - he still loves the sport - but the fear of injury that comes with being back on the ice changes his mind

> After doing some digging out of curiosity, Etho finds out that the hockey that's played in town is somewhere between C and D league beer hockey. Even if he doesn't play, it can't hurt to watch, right? Especially since Etho doesn't feel like paying for sports streaming to watch from the safety of his apartment

> Xisuma notices but doesnt recognize Etho from around town, so they tell him when the team does practice in case he wants to show up. Etho says he's been thinking about playing but is worried about potential injuries (avoids talking about his, kinda beating around the bush of hockey horror stories as an excuse. Luckily for him, Xisuma is a bit oblivious). X offers to let him watch the practices so Etho can gauge whether or not he wants join later, to which Etho accepts

> Tango takes notice of Etho now coming into their practices. He saw him once or twice on competition days, but never paid him much mind until now. After chatting a bit with his team, Tango decides to try and talk to him and figure out what Ethos deal is. Upon getting a closer look, OhHesKindaCute.jpeg and invites Etho to join them next practice. Etho gives the same excuse he gave X and Tango lightly flirts before realizing and flees with extra flee in hopes Etho won’t realize

> This goes on for a while, with Etho just watching and Tango trying on and off to get him on the ice. He's persistent, but not aggressive about it - offers to buy Etho starting equipment, telling him about classes to learn how to skate, emphasizing that their team is low contact so there's less chance of injury, etc. Also around this point, at work Gem and Bdubs notice Etho always bringing in the same sandwich for lunch (this will be important for later)

> Etho is not fond of the attention, but Tango's insistence does end up working. Etho ends up telling X what happened and how he wants back on the ice but is scared of other players. The two end up making a deal that allows Etho to come in during the mornings on his days off and work on empty ice before anyone else arrives

> One evening, while walking to the rink (Etho doesn’t have an american license), Tango spots him while riding on his motorcycle and drives him the rest of the way there. Skizz calls while they are talking and Tango says he and Etho just arrived at the rink. When Skizz asks who, Tango says ‘the cute one that watches us practice’. Etho notices, Tango doesn’t. When Tango says he has to go get Skizz, Etho says ‘you think i'm cute?’ causing Tango to once again flee with extra flee

> Tango ends up with a few days off work after a water pipe busted at Papa K’s and takes up the opportunity to teach the kids class while Joe’s out sick so he’s not out of a paycheck. (Keralis does give him and the others pto for this, that's just what he tells Xisuma to let him agree to it). When he gets there a bit early to prepare, Tango sees Etho practicing on the ice and realizes that he is, in fact, actually very good on the ice and has a lot more experience than he was letting on. 

> Tango thinks ‘well, team warmup is as good as any :D’ and joins Etho on the ice for drills. This catches Etho off guard (half because he didn’t see Tango come in), but he reluctantly agrees to share the ice. For interrupting his solo practice session, Tango offers to buy Etho lunch. They chat in the process, dancing around the subject of Ethos hockey skills and instead talk about their plans for the day, catching up on the week, and what drills they want to practice. This goes on until a bit before class starts

> Joe told Tango that the kids were working on moving away from the wall and trying to glide. Because of that, Tango gives a small speech about falling, getting up, and trying again, about how the kids shouldn’t be scared to ask for help, and how everyone on the ice is a team that supports each other. Meanwhile Etho, who’s in the bowl waiting for the class to be done so they can get lunch, OhMoment.jpeg. 

> During class, a kid falls and scrapes their hands. Etho, who's done bandages for that before, decides to help patch the kid up so Tango can keep an eye on the others in case someone else gets hurt. When he gets done, the kid hesitates to get back on the ice because they’re scared of falling again. Etho reminds them of what Tango said and tells the kid if they really like skating, they shouldn't let one fall determine their future (hypocrite Etho moment). The kid agrees, but asks Etho for help getting back on the ice and getting their footing again. Etho obliges, and upon passing the kid off to Tango has a second, more intense, OhMoment.jpeg about the person in front of him

> During lunch, Tango tries to bring up Ethos skills and learn his history with hockey, to which Etho masterfully deflects by ‘not paying attention’ and bringing up his fuck-ass sandwich that he eats everyday. This actually works because Tango is so flabbergasted about the sandwich that he completely forgets to ask again, and instead they talk about foods they like and how Tango is actually a cook during his day job (and how Etho should totally come to Papa K’s at some point not for any reason in particular and definitely not because Tango wants to see him more often, that would be absurd)

> Etho continues his solo hockey practice, but realizes that he actually had a lot of fun when he and Tango were drilling together. He had been enjoying the empty ice but now it feels kind of lonely with just him. Etho tries to not think about it

> A few times at work, Bdubs and Gem invited Etho to join them for lunch, but he had always declined because he would bring his own. However this time, he accidentally slept through his alarm and was almost late to work, so he didn't have time to pack it. When he tells them that, the two happily bring him along to their favorite lunch spot, Papa K’s

> When the order gets to the back, Tango recognizes Gem and Bdubs usual orders, but gets curious when there's a third order that isn't usually there and finds out its Etho. Remembering the conversation they had about Etho missing his daily sandwich, Tango makes that for him instead (behind Skizz and Keralis’ back because he is absolutely not supposed to do special orders). It’s a different meat, and a little too much pepper, but Etho does nearly cry happy tears at the prospect of it

> Tango, now seeing that Etho is starting to get comfortable back on the ice again, devises a plan to try and get him comfortable around the others on the team. He knows that Etho is good with Gem and Bdubs, so Tango invites him to join Impulse, Skizz, and himself for board game night over at their place. Etho accepts, then quietly ponders as to why - does he really want to spend hours with two strangers? He guesses so long as Tango is there it should be fine. He then ponders as to why Tango's presence makes any difference at all. Etho tries to not think about it

>TIES game night is going pretty well. Etho finds out that Imp and Skizz are married, which does bring up the subject of relationships. Tango complains about how hard it is to find a partner in town, considering its size and especially his type (men). When they ask Etho about his relationships, he reveals he’d never actually been in one before, and so he hadn’t really thought about it. Etho says he guesses gender doesn't matter so long as they’re a good partner. (Demiromantic Etho real and true). Tango gets his hopes up, but tries not to. Impulse and Skizz notice and share a knowing glance. Etho is too lost in his own epiphany to realize any of this

> At some point during game night, Tango’s prosthetic starts to bother him as he’d worn it all day and worked in it as well. Tango opts to just take it off for the time being, and Impulse berates him for not taking care of his residual limb (there is some obvious chafing. Tango blames it on the constant washing from the kitchen and the cold of the ice). This is the first time Etho is made aware of Tango’s hand (or lack thereof) as he always wore gloves and used his left hand for most motions. In retrospect, it made sense, like how sparingly Tango used his right hand when the two got lunch together, but it just didn’t occur to Etho that there was an actual reason as to why

> Etho asks Tango about how he lost his hand, and Tango explains how he had gotten into a motorcycle accident on the highway. The driver slammed into the back of the bike and sent both it and Tango across the pavement, where the bike practically landed on him. As the motor was still running, his hand got caught in some of the moving parts and was mangled. Impulse ends up finishing the story, as Tango couldn’t remember some of the final details and Impulse was his emergency contact. When Etho asks why Tango still drives a motorcycle after the accident, Tango laughs. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Well, I mean, you lost your hand. Aren’t you worried it might happen again? Or something worse?” 

“If I worried about everything that hurt me, I’d never get anything done! Besides, I like riding motorcycles; the feeling of the wind, the hum of the motor, all of it. It makes me feel free. I’m not gonna let one little accident keep me from that.”

> Tango tells Gem and Bdubs of his master plan, and so they also start working on Etho to the other players (and even some of the skaters). He notably talks to Joel, False, Cleo, Beef, Doc, and Scar. Xisuma also enlists Ethos help in seeing what the players need to work on as they can only focus on so many people at a time, and two sets of eyes can catch more than one. This leads to Etho chatting with some of the other players when giving tips (after being approved by X first, of course)

> More and more of the players greet Etho whenever they see him around the ice, and Etho does start to feel more welcomed in the rink (not that he wasn’t previously, but it helps when people get to know you a bit). However, this does allow more people to see how he and Tango act around each other, which leads to Gem, Impulse, Skizz, and Joel to pressure Tango into asking Etho out. Of course, Tango can’t just ask him out, that's absurd! No, no. Tango instead asks Etho if he would like to join him for dinner at a restaurant they've never eaten at before. It’s just weird eating by oneself in public, and Tango would pay for the meal and everything, and it’s totally fine if not but he just thought he’d offer just and case :] . Etho very casually accepts and they two arrange a time to meet. Once they get to their respective homes, both end up like this for the next half hour -> o///////o

> The night of the totally-definitely-not-a-date comes around. Tango shows up to Etho’s apartment dressed slightly nicer than usual, but hidden beneath his jacket (biker safety first). Etho is also lightly dressed up and, while not visible, did put on an eye patch and worked to hide his scar (more so than usual). Both have a minor ‘oh wow’ moment before complimenting each other and heading out

> The two start chatting and Etho makes a joke about how oblivious he can be at times (ex. Tango's hand), so Tango suggests they play 20 questions to get to know each other, Etho going first. They talk about their families, where they're from, pets they've had, etc. Eventually, Etho asks if Tango had broken any bones before (yes), which led to him asking Etho what his worst injury was. Etho asks if skipping is an option, but does end up saying that whatever it was is the reason he keeps himself covered up, even in the heat (referencing when Tango saw him walking down the road in full coat and mask). Aside from that, Etho choses to not go into more detail and Tango decides to let it be. They decide to venture back into more lighthearted questions - funniest story, weirdest talent, etc - to help bring the mood back up before finishing dinner. Upon seeing the bill, Tango makes a joke about taking Etho to a Wendy’s next time instead. Despite knowing it's just a joke, Etho finds himself excited at the idea of spending time with just Tango. He then tries really hard to not think about it

> Unfortunately for Etho, he just can not stop thinking about it. When Etho first moved down here, he really hadn’t known anybody outside of work. And while Gem and Bdubs were great - they really were! Friendly and kind and all around good people - there was just something different about Tango. He was smart and fearless and funny and so passionate about everything. Etho had learned quite a bit about him over lunch and dinner, as well as the times they’d talked at the rink, but he still wanted more. He wanted to learn what Tango thought about life, how he navigates the days and years, what he loves, and what he hates. But what Etho really wanted to learn was what Tango thought about him. Did Tango like him? Love him? Was he just being nice or was there something there? Does he enjoy their time together? What are they? Are they even anything or is Etho just extrapolating something that isn't there? He didn’t dare admit to losing sleep over it

> Things continue as they were for a bit; Etho basically being Xisuams assistant and helping the players on the ice, as well as finally meeting the rest of the hermit ensemble

> During one practice match, Tango trips and False isn’t able to slow down in time, causing her to run over his prosthetic fingers. This doesn't cause any damage except for a scratch across the top, but the situation does leave Tango a bit shaken up. Etho immediately rushes over to the box to check on him, and while Tango insists he’s fine, Etho can tell he’s not by how Tango stutters and curls in on himself. Etho assures Tango it’s okay to be frazzled by it because what just happened was scary, and he understands that. Tango mutters something about limb loss and phantom pains, to which Etho says he knows. He knows better than most. Tango takes a quick glance over Etho before landing on the bit of scar sticking out from under his hair - something he hadn’t seen before because they’d never been this close. He chooses not to say anything, but does take note. After calming down for a while, Tango gets back on the ice to finish practice

> On the next competition day, Hypno and Keralis place a bet on which half of the team will win the match; If Keralis wins, Hypno has to buy the whole team rounds based on how many goals they scored, and vice versa if Hypno wins. Keralis ends up losing as Hypnos team ends up with four goals total - he’s bothered more by his team losing than the amount of money he's about to spend and makes sure they know it (/lh). Xisuma, without their knowledge, is chosen to be one of the designated drivers

> Two things are noticed once the gang reaches the bar: 1) Tango is a lightweight, and 2) Etho is a giggly drunk. Everyones having a good time, with Etho and Tango sitting next to each other up at the bar. They drink and chat and are maybe a bit oblivious to the hermits' comments about two lovebirds (surely they're talking about Imp and Skizz? Or maybe even xB and Hypno? It doesn't really matter).

> At one point, Tango gets up to go to the bathroom, and some rando comes up and takes his seat. Of course, this makes Etho uncomfortable because he does not know this guy and quiets down - rando reads this as a girl playing hard-to-get and starts flirting, which does not help the situation at all. When Tango gets back and sees what's happening, he immediately puts himself between Etho and the guy and ignores the guy's protests. Etho responds to Tango and the guy, realising Etho is not in fact a woman and just an effeminate guy, gets pissed off and starts trying to get in his face. Tango immediately whips around and retorts, getting the other hermits' attention. Now surrounded by three people who can clearly beat him in a fight (Doc, Cleo, and Beef), the guy backs off and Tango takes his seat back. Tango and Etho cling to each other for the rest of their time there

> When the designated drivers start rounding everyone up for the night, Xisuma realises that only two people know where Etho lives; Etho himself and Tango. Unfortunately for them, Etho was too drunk to remember his address and Tango was too drunk to give any coherent directions (“take a left after the skadoodle then keep goin till the blurg then a right at the skittle-bop” “...Tango what the fuck are you even saying to me?”). After double and triple checking with Etho, they decide to leave him with Tango at his house as the two are latched on to each other like sloths and Tango could bring Etho back to his apartment in the morning

> Upon entering the house, the two are immediately bombarded with affection from Tango's dog, Torchy, which Tango melts into and Etho has a heart attack over. After taking some time to assure Etho that his dog is not dangerous, and is just excited to see people, the two sit down and start eating (Xisuma bought them food on their way home). Of course a copious amount of alcohol + sudden adrenaline spike + greasy food = Etho hunched over the toilet spitting his guts out while Tango holds his hair out of the way. Once his stomach settles, the two migrate to the couch and place a trash can nearby. While Tango works Ethos braids into a bun (in case he gets sick again while Tango’s asleep), the following conversations occurs:

“I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I think I'm in love with you”

“That's okay… I think I'm in love with you, too”

> In the morning, Etho wakes up to a pounding headache, a sore eye, a dog pinning his legs, and Tango still passed out on his shoulder. Considering how much everything hurts, he opts to just lay there until Tango eventually wakes up and starts moving. After getting up and letting Torchy out, Tango notices Etho is a bit strained and offers him some pain killers, to which Etho gladly accepts. As the two start to eat brunch, Tango realizes that it seems to be Etho’s eye that’s bothering him more than the hangover. The secrets out, the scar is visible, and Tango decides it might as well happen now - he asks Etho what happened to his eye

> Etho explains how about a year before he moved into this town, he had actually been chosen for Division 1 in the NCAA. He and his team had been working through the championship, and even made it to the Regional finals before everything happened. Etho goes on to say that when it comes to those games, it's not a question of if, but when a fight breaks out on the ice. During the final, one of his teammates got cross-checked, and so Etho tore the guy off and ended up in a fight. In the end, his helmet got knocked off and the guy took the opportunity to strike Etho in the face. With his skate. His skate that had been recently sharpened. It didn't get any easier after, either. On top of not being able to see and being suddenly so far removed from everything he had known, everyone started treating him so differently. It’s hard to return to normal and act like everythings fine when people treat you like a wounded animal. So he moved away. Where nobody knew him and maybe people would finally start to look at him like a person again

> The two sit in silence for a bit; Tango processing what Etho said and Etho desperately trying to gauge his reaction. Tango apologizes for taking so long to answer before agreeing; noting how for a while after his hand was amputated it felt like there was some invisible wall between himself and the world, how no matter what he tried nothing felt the same, and how, even now, it still feels like the wall comes and goes at random. But it does go away, for some time at least. And the longer that it's been, the less and less it feels like there's a disconnect between himself and others. It gets easier - not in the sense that it goes back to what it was, but in the sense that you grow around it. Then one day you notice that it doesn't really bother you anymore. Everyone has their moments - sometimes Tango wakes up grieving something he hasn't had in years - but it does get easier

> Etho admits that he wants to play hockey again, he really does, but he's just so scared of what could happen. He wishes he could be brave like Tango; to grow and change and do what he loves despite everything, but he feels stuck. Like maybe the invisible wall Tango was talking about is just a little too thick for him to get through. Tango reaches over and takes his hand, “Then let me help you.”

> At the next practice, Xisuma digs around for an extra jersey while Hypno places an order for a new one with the number 16. Ethos hands shake a bit as he straps on his elbow pads, but it's a mix between nerves and excitement, and Tango is quick to reassure him with a small kiss and words of encouragement. The others are already on the rink waiting for them, and when X blows the whistle to announce the start of practice, Etho gets on the ice with his team

[lovlidollie]

skyline

pairing ; kenji sato x fem!reader

rating ; nsfw

cw ; softdom kenji, pussytalking (he’s so down bad), lwk kind of mean kenji but it’s moreso he’s just teasing

author’s note ; it’s been a while but I finally finished this little blurb ! hopefully you guys like it :3 title is from the following song, it’s so good pls listen while reading

thinkin about kenji playing with you for the first time …

you’ve only got a pair of panties on, blanket wrapped around your waist. you’re flushed, cheeks warm and eyes blown wide just from kissing him. kenji’s eyes are hooded as he looks down at you, a tiny smile pulling at the corner of his kiss-bitten lips.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he asks gently, wrapping his large hands around your thighs to pry them apart. you jerk, squeezing them together, and he laughs. it’s a light, teasing sound, one that has you feeling dazed. “c’mon baby, jus’ wanna see her.”

you choke at his words, face warming. “oh-kay,” you manage to sound out. your voice is breathy, tense. your nerves are alight, brain buzzing and chest racing.

kenji presses a kiss on your knee before spreading your legs. he groans at the sight, eyes widening almost comically. “oh, there she is!” he grunts with a sort of perverse amazement, reaching out with a finger to lightly trace the skin of your inner most thigh. you twitch into him, body so sensitive, so ready for him, and he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

he gets closer to you and you fight the urge to clamp your thighs together in embarrassment. the centre of your little panties are soaked through, basically transparent at this point. the wet fabric nudges your clit with every deep inhale you take making you needier and needier.

“oh, poor girl,” kenji says sympathetically, using his middle finger to trail up and down your slit. the first touch has you whimpering, hands curling into fists at your sides and hole clenching. you think he’s talking to you at first. “you been sittin’ here so wet ‘n ready f’me haven’t you?” you glance down, expecting to see his face tracking yours, but what you see is kenji absolutely entranced, looking at one thing and one thing only. his mouth is slightly open and his eyes seem to be glowing, shining so bright you swear you see yourself reflected in them.

“pretty little pussy, aren’t you?” he sounds so mesmerised by the outline of your cunt alone.

“k-ken!” you whine shyly, shrinking into the bed. you feel so - so overstimulated. so hazy. so floaty and warm.

his eyes flicker up to yours, smug smirk plastered across his lips. kenji arches an eyebrow mockily. “what’s wrong, baby? ‘s too much? too much for this lil’ cunnie?”

kenji laughs and you feel yourself clench around nothing. he slides his middle finger against you more insistently, holding eye contact. he seems to vibrate when your eyes roll back and a tiny little mewl slips out of your swollen mouth.

“nuh-uh, sweetie, eyes on me. you wanna be good f’me don’t ‘ya? we’ve only jus’ started.”

[pedriache]

lamine blurb where it’s ’this/it reminded me of u’ moment and readers just 😭😭😭💞💞

Art class — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Having a crush on Lamine was something a lot of people at your school experience, but he was your table mate in art, and he seemed to like you back.

Word count: 700+

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFFFF

A/N: art class by bea is one of my favorite songs of hers so i js had this idea!

The class was bustling around you but you sat still at your desk, fiddling with the paint brush in your hands. Lamine was late today, so that meant you had nobody to talk to. He always, without fail, talked to you. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, but the conversation’s were welcomed.

Just before the ten minute mark of class hit, the door swung open. “Sorry, Mrs.Suarez! I was talking to the principal!” He hurries to his seat across from you, sending you a quick, welcoming smile.

You return the smile, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. You quickly try to focus back in on the portrait you were doing of a picture of a flower array you’d been assigned. Unfortunately, your mind couldn’t focus. Had he changed something? Maybe is hair? He looked extra good today.

You feel Lamine looking at you as if he was hesitating to greet you. Glancing up, you meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Good morning?”

Lamine shifts in his seat, laughing through a short breath. “‘Morning.” He says your name, faintly. If you hadn’t been so keen on everything he said, you would have missed it.

Trying to start the painting, you are halted when he pushes something across the desk. Your attention trails to the object, your heart successfully stammering.

“I passed by a shop on the way to school, it—“ He was blushing, you had never seen him blush before, it was cute. “It reminded me of you.”

Picking up the keychain, you examine the pink cat portrayed on it. It had a white Lily beside its right ear and rosy cheeks. This had reminded him of you?

“Why?” You chuckle, finally looking up at Lamine.

The teen boy shrugs, “you said you liked cats, you wear pink a lot, and, well, remember our first project this year?” Wow, he was.. attentive?

You smile at the memory. You’d drawn a Lily for your first addition to your art portfolio. “This is so sweet.” You say quietly, your fingers rubbing over the indents of the gold outlines. “Thank you.”

“No problem—I mean, you’re welcome.” He changed his wording quickly, causing a small grin to form on your lips.

Your school crush had just given you a little gift that made him, ‘think of you’. You pause, “there’s no shops anywhere near our school.”

Oh.

Lamine swallows, okay so he’d lied. He was trying to find a gift to give you, something like a sweet gesture. He liked you, he wanted to see you smile.

“I took a different route to school today.” He shrugs, forcing himself to relax in his chair. “Do you like it, though?” Nice topic change, Lamine.

You nod, “I love it, actually. I’ll put it on my keychain when I get home, trust.” Your eyes fall back to the cat, tracing its outline with a small, endearing smile.

“Good, i’m glad.” Lamine’s eyes flicker across your face, taking in your expression. He had to make his move soon, but this was just the first step. He couldn’t be sure how you felt about him, but he was determined to get you to like him.

After you slip the keychain into your backpack, you sit back up. “There’s girls who would kill for you to give them gifts like this.” Your tone was serious, yet teasing. It was true, though. A lot of girls would do anything to have Lamine’s attention, yet for some reason, it was you he’d given it to.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only one who’s getting one.” He laughs, not realizing how much his words had affected you. Your stomach flipped and churned, your face burned. Was he flirting?

Lamine notices the slight change in your demeanor. “Sorry, was I too forward?”

You blink, “oh, you were being serious?”

“Yeah..?”

“Oh!” Your mouth twitches, “good to know.”

Lamine’s eyebrows raise slightly, “yeah?”

You hum, “yup!”

His head dips as he chuckles, a stupid smile taking over his face as he meets your eyes. “So, if I asked for your number you wouldn’t reject and humiliate me?”

Ooooooooooookay! Right. Right. Because Lamine Yamal was genuinely asking for your number.

“I most certainly would not.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future lamine posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @sakashq @ar4ujos @joaoflms @hrts4havertz @spidybaby !

[spindle-girl]

Alec predicted Piggot, but not Sophia

How the PRT treats Sophia is something that used to be debated a fair amount a few years back when I was on other forums. Both in the canon scenario and potential what ifs that Wildbow answered to an extent. I don't think it's too hard to piece together if you're going back and looking for any mention of Sophia/Shadow Stalker, but it is spaced out between a bunch of different arcs and some of what Wildbow said got misquoted so I wanted to compile it all into one go.

Lots of quotes with explanations below, so the short of it is:

Alec wanted Sophia to keep quiet about the extent he controlled her for and guessed how Piggot would react in order to scare Sophia from speaking up. She didn't, but Alec turned out to be right. Piggot dropped her, Shadow Stalker no longer being worth it to keep around, and to sell that, she ensured Sophia was sent to jail where before she would have stayed as a member of the Wards. The biggest change for that being that she was compromised by Regent.

We know from 9.1 that Director Piggot believes her role as Director is ensure parahumans are integrated with regular people:

“You likely know Director Armstrong in Boston, how he tends to prioritize research and understanding parahumans. I concern myself with more concrete affairs. Public relations, parahumans as a part of America.”

At the end of 10.x, Alec's interlude where he controls Sophia up to the very end, he nails this attitude Piggot has and uses it to put doubt in Sophia's mind to stop her from telling someone and getting help:

“Here’s the thousand dollar question,” he mused, as he began following the steps outlined in the video, putting the knot together, “Will your boss tell your mom what happened with me controlling you?  If she keeps her mouth shut, well, this paints a pretty ugly picture, doesn’t it?” A tear rolled down his cheek.  He scoffed a little, blinked the tears out of her eyes. “But if she does tell, if she lets mommy know, then shit hits the fan.  It looks pretty fucking bad for her, and if word gets out, it’s as bad as it gets for public relations.  Scary, dangerous parahumans.  Not just lives at risk, but you could be controlled.  Ooooh, scary.  Nobody would ever be able to trust their coworkers or neighbors.  It’s the kind of stuff they want to keep quiet.”

Then, he threatens Sophia to keep quiet about him controlling her up to this point, telling her to sell the lie he told the other Undersiders, that he was going to let her go after walking her across the city, in order to keep the heat off him and maybe so his teammates don't find out he lied:

“I can feel your emotions.  I know I’ve convinced you.  You leave town, and if you don’t want me paying a visit, wherever you wind up, you keep your mouth closed about tonight.  They don’t need to know this was all my doing.  Things get messy that way, yeah?”

However, in later talks with Piggot (14.4, 16.3) we find that Sophia did tell her about him controlling her to threaten her mother and later herself with the suicide fake-out. Alec got it wrong. She trusted Piggot with that info, presumably hoping Piggot would get her mother to believe her story about being body-jacked when Alec used her to threaten her and maybe so that they'd go after Alec more seriously:

“The power has range.  I suspect the creator can stay miles away and still manage some control, but ventures closer for voyeuristic purposes or because it offers more control and faster response times.” “Much like Regent, hmm?” Tattletale paused.  “So you know that.” From the tone of the conversation, I would have expected a ‘No, you just told me.‘, but Tattletale wouldn’t have done that.  More likely that her power confirmed her thoughts. “Shadow Stalker debriefed us. What do we know about this woman who controls-”

~14.4

“I don’t think so,” Director Piggot replied, turning to level a glare at him.  She looked almost feral, even as her voice was controlled.  “See, I know you might try to kill me if these others weren’t around.  But the others won’t let you.  There’s Regent too: little to no compunctions, as we saw with Shadow Stalker.” Her eye darted to Tattletale, then to Grue, and finally to me. “Do they know the full story?” the Director asked. “No,” Tattletale replied.  She sighed a little. “Tell us what?” I asked. “I’m interested, too,” Grue added. The Director only smiled.

~16.3

So Piggot knows, but Alec was right about her having to make a choice. Does Piggot tell Sophia's mother, letting her know that her child didn't really try and attack her, that her body was stolen and she couldn't do a thing but watch?

Nope!

“Because of what happened, because she was still reeling from the time she spent as your meat puppet, she attacked her mom, who called the authorities.  They caught up just in time to catch her in her room, electrical cord around her neck.  Cost Shadow Stalker her probation, meaning she got stuck in some parahuman detention center until she’s eighteen.  And word is her mom doesn’t want her back when she’s finished the three-year sentence.  Last straw and everything.  Her life, put on hold, her family shattered.  Maybe she was damaged like you said, but you took her captive and tormented her until she went off the deep end.”

~18.3

She takes the other route Alec laid out. She kept quiet and used the opportunity to get rid of a compromised, potentially PR-damaging tool. And I think that's the real reason why she got sent to juive, because we know from Weld in 10.3 that Piggot wanted to keep Sophia around before finding out she was compromised despite attacking Vista and that it was Weld pushing for something to be done:

“No. This is serious. You assaulted a team member. I’m not about to let that slide.” ... A few seconds passed before she finally asked, “What are you going to do?” “After these guys are securely in custody, we’re going to have words with the Director. She wants you on this team, for whatever reason, so I don’t expect your probation will be broken, but there’s going to be consequences.”

There is the matter of the text messages Alec sent to the school and the police that may have helped changed how Piggot reacted, but it's doubtful because why would either of those institutions care enough about a months-old bullying incident with the city in the state it was in to contact the PRT about it? Dragon didn't mention informing Piggot either when she found it in her interlude.

Also, Piggot already knows Sophia was bullying a fellow student at this point. Her "guardian" in 5.4 was sent by the PRT for the school meeting and Armsmaster talked about knowing the incident in 7.x, Miss Militia's interlude.

None of what Wildbow said out of text would counter this either:

It's hard to unseat a crook-turned-cape once they're on board, because then you run the risk that the public discovers you're bringing less than savory types on board. Besides, in the PRT's view, she was more or less playing ball. Getting therapy, using tranq darts, attending patrols (if alone), attending her track team, and going out to movies with her best friend. If something came up at school, it was generally seen as a bump in the road to recovery. This is why she was as pissed as she was over the meeting at the school where everything came up. It straight up overturned her act. In a calmer situation, if things hadn't gone shit-sideways, stuff would have gone through and things would have changed. Not enough, but they would have.​ If Taylor had pushed and pushed and pushed (or if Taylor had joined the team and made an issue of it), maybe something would have happened, but even then... what do you do? It goes back to the question of how problematic it is to get rid of troublesome recruits. Sophia stays on the team in an official capacity, makes appearances, but generally it's for show, and she isn't allowed to patrol anymore (at which point she gets restless and snaps, which the PRT may or may not anticipate, depending on what's on the table).​

Had Leviathan not shown up in Brockton Bay, the PRT would eventually address the bullying issue brought up in 5.4, but their efforts wouldn't amount to much. It's contrasted with the scenario of her getting benched, where that would only happen if Taylor kept making an issue of it for the PRT or if she joined the team, giving Piggot another Ward to use. So if the text messages were relevant enough to fall under "If Taylor had pushed and pushed and pushed", Sophia would either get benched, or accounting for Regent being able to control her, just get sent to another team in another city. It would not be her getting sent to jail.

What's more, Piggot didn't just keep it from Sophia's family. None of the heroes, Wards or Protectorate, know about it either (15.x, 18.3). They're under the impression that Sophia had a breakdown after being let go and went home and threatened her mother before trying to kill herself.

“I’m tired of losing people,” Vista said. “We lost Gallant. Aegis too, and Velocity, Dauntless, Battery…” “Yeah. And Shadow Stalker,” Triumph offered. “She left,” Clockblocker said. “I’d still consider her a casualty,” Triumph said. “We might not have liked her, but she was one of us, and the enemy basically took her from us.”

~15.x

“Our focus right now is you.  You, who drove Shadow Stalker into a corner, to the point where she flipped out on her mom and tried to hang herself with an electrical cord.”

~18.3

They also weren't aware of her using lethal ammunition, also shown in 18.3, so she wouldn't have been jailed for that either:

“She was a hero because the other choice was juvie,” I said.  “In the months leading up to our kidnapping her, she was using real crossbow bolts.  Shooting them at people, Grue included.  If I remember right, she wasn’t supposed to have or be using any lethal ammo, on penalty of jail time.” “Do you have evidence?” Miss Militia asked. “Would it matter?  Does it matter?  Judging by what I saw, in my limited interaction with her, she was pretty psychotic.  There’s no way you guys spent all that time with her without something crossing your radar.  The night we took her, I baited her out and she tried to cut my throat.” “I understand where you’re coming from,” Miss Militia said, “But again, I have to ask for evidence.  I can’t take you at your word, there’s procedures to be followed.”

Piggot knows it wasn't Sophia that attacked her mom, she is already aware of the bullying at school and a few more text messages wouldn't change that with the city in the state it's in, Weld is having to push Piggot to act on Sophia attacking Vista, and she doesn't know about the lethal ammo. She still sent her to jail.

None of the above mattered to Piggot in making that decision. What mattered was the bad PR. That word could get out if people thought Sophia had been hurt, rather than her doing the hurting. If word did get out, then civilians would see the PRT failing to capture Regent and it would hurt their authority. But by ensuring a parahuman who "snapped" was successfully sent to jail, it shows that the PRT is able to address any problems within it's purview. Becoming convict is another way to add doubt to Sophia's story and being stuck in jail would keep her from easily talking to others about it.

Sophia risked telling the truth about what happened to her, but she couldn't operate in Brockton Bay anymore. She was compromised. She was useless and potentially harmful to Piggot's goals, so Piggot got rid of her.

[memorabxlia]

Dirty Santa ━ 테오

genre: smut summary: the two of you lose yourselves in an unforgettable, fiery holiday moment filled with love, laughter, and intense pleasure. warnings: dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting pairing: nonidol!theo x fem!reader wc: 1.5k nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

You're lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the doorbell rings. It’s late, much later than you expected your boyfriend, Theo, to arrive. You set your wine down and saunter to the door, your curiosity piqued. The chilly night air rushes in as you pull it open, and there stands Theo, dressed in a full Santa Claus suit that fits him surprisingly well. His cheeks are rosy from the cold, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief.

"Well, well, well," you say, leaning against the doorframe. "What do we have here? A new side hustle?"

Theo laughs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "More like a little holiday surprise. Do I look the part?"

You take a moment to appreciate the sight. His beard is fake, but it’s convincing enough, and the red suit hugs his lean frame in all the right places. He’s even wearing matching boots. "Oh, you definitely look the part," you reply, your voice dropping a notch. "Especially the part where Santa gets all the cookies he wants."

He grins, pulling off the beard and tossing it onto the nearby table. "And maybe a little milk too."

You step closer, running your fingers along the edge of his jacket. "Or something stronger," you suggest, your lips curling into a smile. "So, what brings Santa to my doorstep so late?"

Theo’s hands slide around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss that’s anything but innocent. His tongue dances with yours, and you can feel the heat between you already starting to build. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. "I thought maybe Santa could give you a present early this year."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him. "Oh? And what kind of present did you have in mind?"

He nuzzles your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "How about a little naughty fun? Just you and me?"

You can’t help but laugh, the sound low and sultry. "Well, you look like the version of Santa I’d wanna do."

Theo’s hands move lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation.

You nod, grinding against him. "Mm-hmm. But only if you promise to be a very, very dirty Santa."

He groans, his grip tightening. "Oh, I think I can manage that."

With a swift motion, he carries you to the nearest surface—the kitchen counter—and sets you down gently. His hands roam over your body, unbuttoning your blouse with practiced ease. Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against your nipples, already hardening beneath the fabric of your bra.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his mouth hovering just above yours.

You bite your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want you to take off that suit and fuck me."

Theo’s eyes spark with excitement, and he doesn’t waste any time. In one fluid motion, he shucks off the jacket, revealing the tight red shirt underneath. He unbuckles the belt around his waist, letting the pants fall to the floor, leaving him in nothing but the black boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide his growing erection.

"Like what you see?" he asks, his voice dripping with confidence.

You reach out, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. "Oh, I definitely like what I see."

He steps closer, his hips thrusting forward to meet your hand. "Then let’s make it even better."

His hands move to your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. You spread your legs, giving him easy access to your panties, which are already damp with anticipation. He wastes no time in slipping them down, his fingers trailing over your slick folds, making you gasp.

"You’re so wet for me," he murmurs, dipping a finger inside you.

You arch your back, pushing yourself against his hand. "Because of you," you reply, your voice shaky with need.

He adds a second finger, delving deeper. "Tell me what you want, baby."

You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation. "I want you inside me. Now."

Theo doesn’t need to be told twice. He removes his fingers and quickly discards his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With one smooth motion, he positions himself at your entrance, his tip coated with your arousal.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as he pushes inside you, filling you completely. The connection is electric, and you both moan in unison. He slowly begins to thrust, his pace steady and deliberate.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he says, his voice rough with need.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Don’t hold back," you whisper. "I want to feel every inch of you."

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Each push sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can feel your orgasm building. His hands grip your thighs, lifting them higher, allowing him to go even deeper.

"That’s it," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Keep going."

Theo’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with intensity. "Tell me how much you love this, baby."

You can barely form words, the sensations too overwhelming. "I love it… I love you… inside me…"

He growls, picking up the pace even more. "Say it again."

"I love you," you cry out, your voice breaking. "I love you so much."

Theo’s thrusts become erratic, his control slipping. "I’m gonna come, baby," he warns, his voice strained.

You tighten your grip around him, desperate to prolong the moment. "Do it… come for me…"

With a final, powerful thrust, Theo releases, his seed spilling deep inside you. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around his as you ride out the wave of your own release.

As you both come down from the high, Theo rests his forehead against yours, still buried inside you. "Merry Christmas," he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

You smile, brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his face. "Merry Christmas, Santa."

But before you can fully catch your breath, Theo pulls out and moves down your body, positioning himself between your legs. "One more present," he says, his voice returning to that playful tone. "Think you can handle it?"

You laugh, a little breathless. "Try me."

He leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, and you shiver as he begins to tease your clit with expert precision. "Oh, Theo…"

As Theo’s tongue continues to swirl around your clit, you feel a building pressure deep inside you. The sounds of his breathing and the soft moans escaping your lips fill the kitchen. The scent of arousal is heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pine from the Christmas tree in the corner. You glance down at Theo, his Santa hat slightly askew, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of him so focused, so utterly dedicated to making you feel incredible.

"Theo," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, "I'm so close..."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, and grins. "Let it go, baby. I want you to feel everything."

His words act like a trigger, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his face as you feel the first tremors of orgasm rippling through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if you can somehow merge with him. The intensity grows, each wave more powerful than the last, until finally, you cry out, your entire body convulsing with the force of your release.

Theo doesn't stop. If anything, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking and probing, driving you higher and higher. You feel something bubbling up inside you, a pressure that’s almost painful in its intensity. You know what’s coming, but the surprise and thrill of it still make you gasp.

"Oh my God, Theo, I'm going to—"

And then it happens. A gush of liquid erupts from you, splashing onto Theo’s face and hands. He takes it all in stride, his mouth never leaving your core, his fingers still working magic on your sensitive flesh. The feeling is indescribable, a mix of intense pleasure and utter relief. You feel drained but completely satisfied, your body quivering with aftershocks.

When Theo finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a devilish grin. "Well, that was quite the present," he says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

You laugh breathlessly, still catching your breath. "You like playing dirty Santa, huh?"

He stands up, towering over you, his Santa costume looking even more ridiculous now with his messy beard and wet face. But there’s nothing ridiculous about the way he’s looking at you, his eyes smoldering with heat.

"Only for you," he replies, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are warm and tasting faintly of salt from your juices. The kiss is slow and lingering, a promise of more to come.

❥﹒ P1Harmony taglist: @amarecerasus

[myinconnelly1]

Slow Down

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Word Count: 2157

Summary: On a mission, you and John Walker are captured and left in the back of a cargo unit with a strange plant.

Warnings: SMUT, sex pollen, dub!con if you really want to take it there, loss of virginity, John Walker being an asshole as a defense mechanism

“You doing okay there, Sunshine?” John asked as he sat across from you.  You sneered at the nickname.  You were both tied up facing each other, your knees bumping into each other occasionally as you squirmed trying to get comfortable in the shipping container you were trapped in.  Sweat was pooling in the collar of John’s uniform, as the heat was starting to get to him.  Everything had been fine until you had let out the tiniest whimper.

“Fuck you,” You groaned.  Your body ached, the heat was suffocating you, but the chill that was licking at the back of your neck was worrying you.  Maybe you were getting sick, maybe the plant in the container was irritating your allergies.

“Don’t tempt me,” Walker chuckled with a light strain.  He hated the way his cock twitched to life at your sounds and squirming, and the only defense he had was to be an asshole. 

“Gross,” you muttered.  You tried to adjust the way that you were sitting, stopping yourself and choking as you almost fucking panted from the friction of your movement.  “I think that plant is making me sick.”

You and John had been avoiding looking at the plant since you had been tied up and left in here.  You knew that the container had been loaded onto a truck and that you were on the move, but there were no windows, so you had no idea where you were going.  Neither of you had wanted to mention how the plant was affecting you, but at this point, a full hour later, it was starting to become overwhelming.

“I think it’s infecting us, not making us sick,” John said.  He was obviously picking his words very carefully.

“Us?” You asked for the first time acknowledging out loud that both of you were feeling the effects.

“I don’t know for sure what you’re feeling, Sunshine, but if my suspicion’s right then we’re feeling pretty much the same way,” John’s cadence and tone oozed confidence and smugness.  Usually, it was so irritating, and you would walk away before you had to deal with any more of it.  But you couldn’t get away this time. 

You let yourself look at him.  He seemed so calm and collected, but underneath that, you were starting to see the cracks in his composure.  He was drenched in sweat, his jaw clenched tight to the point that he was practically shaking.  His biceps were bulging against his uniform which was about ready to split at the seams.  As your eyes trailed lower, your breath caught in your throat as you saw the outline of his massive straining erection.

“Like what you see, Sunny?”  His voice was lower, gruffer, lacking his normal bravado and irritating arrogance.  His voice went straight to your core and for the first time, you realized that you weren’t only drenched from sweat.

“Shut up,” you said, clearing your throat.  He scoffed at the way you looked away in embarrassment. 

“It’s just a hard-on, Sunshine, we’re both adults, we’ve all seen them.”  Instantly, his tone changed back to defensive asshole mode.  Was he mad that you had rejected him? You could have laughed at your inner thoughts.

“Not everyone wants to see you- your hard-on.” You said.  You had started so confidently trying to emulate Yelena’s sass, but you stumbled over your words and felt your face heat with humility.  Walker didn’t seem to miss anything that had just happened as he watched you closely.  You dropped your head back groaning in your misery.  You felt that tight coil in your belly, as desire ached within you.  It wasn’t focused like it had been before when you had seen some hot stranger.  This was general, broader.  That was a dangerous line of thought as your mind started to drift to how broad John’s shoulders were.  You wondered how wide he would spread you.

“Sunny, you’re killing me with that look,” his voice shook you out of your little fantasy.  “Look I know this situation sucks, but I think this plant is a real problem.  I don’t know about you, but I can’t think straight when you look at me like that.  How about I close my eyes, and you take care of yourself, then we can deal with these stupid vines.”  His vulgarity and directness caught you off guard and any retort you had died on your lips when he suggested that you just get yourself off in front of him.  True to his word, he closed his eyes, tightly.

You wiggled in the confines of your rope bonds and stretched your fingers to touch your clit. You nearly jumped out of your skin with the intensity of the sensation that you were feeling. You had told yourself to start slow, to let yourself get over the fact that you were touching yourself in front of another person, but like a touch-starved animal, you searched out your own pleasure with quick, clumsy fingers.

“Jesus, Sunny,” John groaned.  Your pants were interrupted by a gasp at the way his voice hit you.  You weren’t sure why he had taken to calling you Sunny instead of Sunshine, but the way he spoke sounded so intimate.  “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”  You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, despite how strange this whole thing was.  Walker wasn’t your friend, you only worked together, and based on the way he treated you, you thought he hated you.

“You should try touching yourself under your clothes,” He whispered.  You thought maybe you had imagined his suggestion, but you didn’t care.  You shifted, bumping his knees as you got your hands in your pants and nearly sobbed from direct contact.  “You sound so pretty.”  Your fingers faltered at those words.  No one had ever said that to you.  “Don’t stop,” he urged.

“It’s not right,” You cried as you continued to touch yourself.  Every part of you was high-strung, ready to snap, but you just couldn’t quite get there.

“Slow down, Sunny,” John said.  He had opened his eyes when your legs had spread and were touching both of his.  “Slow circles.”  You panted at the instruction, slowing your fingers down and gulping air like you were about to drown.  “So pretty, Sunny, slide your finger inside of yourself.  Think of the best cock you’ve ever had.”

“Haven’t,” You murmured letting your fingers slip inside your core, imagining it was John’s cock.

“Shit!” he cried, bowing over himself.  The ropes around him snapped as you both came.

He shoved the plant away from you both and then untied your ropes. 

“We’re getting out of here, hold onto me tightly,”  He instructed. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed his shield and threw himself, and you, through the doors of the cargo unit.  You both landed with a hard thud onto the highway, as cars swerved to avoid you.  John held you tightly and rolled out of the steady stream of traffic.

“We need to get out of here before they come back.  We should regroup with the team,”  You said as you both stood up and brushed off. 

“Comms are down, we’ll have to find a place to lay low before we can get ahold of the team,” John said.  He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but you could still feel the fever from the container clawing at your belly.  It had only been enough to get away.  Not enough to be okay.  You nodded and you both started walking quickly.

Thankfully it wasn’t too far from the previous exit, and only another mile to an interstate motel.  It wasn’t nice, but it was low visibility, and you thought you might be safe for a little while.  John hadn’t spoken a single time while you had been walking, and you took that as a good thing.  Maybe you could pretend that the event had never happened, you could just take care of the problem by yourself like you always had before.

He walked into the motel room first, making some changes to the layout like blocking the door with the couch and covering windows if possible.  You found the phone in the room and tried to call your team.

“Fucking caller ID!” You spat as you hung up the phone.  You should have known that no one would pick up the phone to some random number they didn’t recognize. 

“I have a transponder, now that we’re stationary I’ll turn it on,” John said calmly.  Too calm for your taste.

“You had a transponder this whole time, you could have turned it on in the shipping container?!” You shouted at him.  He reacted lightning fast, hand covering your mouth before you could squeak.  Your back hit the wall as he pressed his body against you.

“I couldn’t reach it in the cargo unit, Sunshine.  Keep your voice down before you attract attention.”  His eyes searched your face as he saw the arousal from earlier return to your look.  He left his hand fall away from your face and traced your arm, drawing little circles with his thumb.  “When I told you to imagine the best cock you’d had earlier, we’re you…. Was that….”  He seemed to struggle with what he wanted to say.  “Are you a virgin, Sunny?”

You couldn’t speak.  You didn’t want to voice it to him.  You nodded your head, looking down.  He grabbed your chin and lifted you back up to look at him.  His eyes flicked down to your lips and back up to see the light in your eyes.  That was all it took.

He slammed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth.  His hand on your arm squeezed tightly, as he licked into your mouth.  He used one of his knees and slotted himself between your legs, as he rutted his covered cock against your core.  You wrapped your arms around his neck holding on as tightly as you had when he had jumped with you out of the moving truck earlier.

Something inside of John seemed to snap and he lifted you, your legs wrapping around him instinctually as he pulled away from the wall and lowered himself over you on the bed.

“Tell me to stop and I will, Sunny,” he groaned into your mouth.

“Please don’t” you begged as he continued to kiss you.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.”  You started peeling clothes off each other.  He was naked above you before you knew it, and you couldn’t help but stare at him.  That oh so well-defined outline that you had seen earlier, did nothing to prepare you for how big he actually was.  “Don’t worry, Sunny, it’s gonna fit,” he said as his fingers played with your clit and spread your slick to prepare you.  “But I’m gonna take it real slow.”

“John,” you gasped as he notched the tip at your opening.

“I’ve got you, you tell me if it hurts,” He groaned against the skin of your chest.  He bucked his hips up slowly easing his cock into you, before retreating to give you time to adjust to his girth.

“I can’t,” you sobbed as he stretched you.  He held himself up with one arm, the other hand playing with your clit, occasionally touching where he was sinking himself into you as if he was in awe.

“You’re doing so good for me, Sunny.  Take a deep breath and relax, I’m gonna make you feel good.”  You did as he said trying to slow down your breathing and your heart rate before you exploded.  You felt like those ropes that had been wrapped around John earlier, ready for him to break you.  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned as he kissed any bare skin he could reach.  His praise and encouragement were enough for your body to relax some and he sank home with a grunt of restraint.

“Please move,” You panted.  “Want you to make me feel good.  I want to come all over your cock.”  You thought you might have actually killed him that time, as his brain seemed to short-circuit before he started to thrust into you.  Slowly and gently, building quickly edging you closer and closer to your climax.  You thought you were going to scream when he started to touch your clit again, and you drenched his cock as your orgasm slammed into you.

“You pretty when you cum, Sunny, making such a fucking mess all over me,”  He whispered as he pulled your nipple into his mouth, his thrusts getting sloppy.  He released your tit like he couldn’t breathe and looked down at you as your whole body bounced with the force of his thrusts.  “Wanna make a mess inside of you, think you can take it?”

“Yes!” You cried.  “Please.”  He growled at the way that you begged and pulled your body close to his kissing you deeply as he came inside of you.

Part 2

[gemsofthegalaxy]

I really do love Evan and Sam together as a romantic couple because their whole deals are so very opposite but also so similar.

Sam, she's so charming and charismatic, it makes sense that in the first season she ends up dating this jock and she gets along well with him (although I believe Fergus has some dorkiness to him, too, lol). But it's revealed in the second season her self-esteem is very low and she's now hung up on the idea that it isn't her natural charm and kindness, but the fact that she's been using magic which means everyone is fake. She can't trust people's good opinions of her. It's very "you love me at my Sam Black, at my Sam Britian, but can you handle me at Sam Bulter?" what happens when she's not charming, or accommodating, when she has a bad day. There's also a certain degree with Sam seeing herself as nothing but her charms, she doesn't think she's particularly capable or smart outside of her kindness, which is why it's so amazing that Danielle selected the mind track for her to get better in and Sam insisted she just felt a Connection to the magic of knowledge, rather than charm. It's amazing how charming and kind she is, but she doesn't want that to be all she is.

Evan was always so insecure over being so weird, so it makes sense he ended up with K at first, who is also a certified weirdoTM and he gets sort of insecure about where he stands with Jammer because Jammer starts out just so normal. Evan feels threatened at least a bit by Jammer's friends, thinking he can't fit in with them, and he also says the same thing with Sam to a degree being like "Well I wouldn't want to freak out Ariana Grande" (As Sam points out, Ari is also a freak tho so >_> yknow). But during the adventure, sort of like Danielle, Brennan decided to go with the magnetism/charisma stat to increase because he felt like Evan was starting to truly just accept himself. Take him or leave him, that's Evan Kelmp, he's the haunted white guy and his friends love him and you might love him too if the two of you click but he's not gonna be worrying about that all the time to the point he's sick every day. Still, Evan does struggle about being wanted and he's able to communicate that to Sam, you know, blanket invitations don't work for him but she says no, for real, I would spend day after day with you. I'll cook you food, not just a generic invite, please actually come over. And he's so excited about that, it's adorable. That's an aside, anywayy.

I have liked Evan and Sam together since season 1, I always felt that she cared about him not only in the way she generally cares about people but she just, really clicked with Evan in a way that may seem funny to onlookers because of the aforementioned "pretty, popular girl who gets the jocks, befriending straight up haunted weirdo". But, as I outlined above, they have more insecurity in common because both of them understand why people like them when they're useful/kind/etc but doubt if people will truly love the real them, or them when they're going through tough moments.

And over the course of S2 it was sooo clear that Brennan meant for Evan to be crushing on Sam. He loves her so, so much. He really admires all of his friends and he also thinks the world of Jammer, too, to be fair, but Evan is sincerely endlessly impressed with Sam and everything she does. He acts like she hung the moon in the sky. I truly do think that Evan would be happy just to see her be happy, his love for her is very pure and he'd be okay if it weren't romantic as long as she still wanted him around and cared about their friendship- but I think he's in love with her, and knows that somewhat early in the adventure.

Because Evan is so sincere, thinks Sam is so cool and so good, it gets across that he truly means it. He doesn't just see Sam Britian and care about her fame. That's cool, too, but he would love her no matter what her job is. He truly loves Sam for Sam and she believes him, and loves him back, and even if she could be dating some celebrity (which she could, easily) she chooses to be with Evan instead. And in that choice, Evan knows she loves him for him, too, because why else would she choose that?

i just. love them so much you guys.

[wlwoceaneyes]

Always been yours

pairing: emily prentiss x gn!reader word count: 1.2 k summary: A vivid dream lingers long after morning breaks, blurring the line between memory and imagination. As the day unfolds and stolen glances stir unspoken truths, one quiet evening brings an unexpected knock, and the chance that something once only dreamt might already be real. tags: fluff, dreaming, lyric prompt Pictures: Glass of dreams Javardh Unsplash // Hands DAVIDCOHEN Unsplash A/N: Inspired by Marina’s new song Metallic Stallion. I recommend listening while you read. ❤️ Listen here

You wake up in the half-light of dawn, the taste of something unspoken still clinging to your tongue. Your pulse is unsteady, your breath shallow, as if you ran for miles, or kissed someone you shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t just a dream. It didn’t feel like one.

You were hers.

Not in the tentative, half-formed way new love begins. Not with the caution of flirtation or the ache of possibilities. In the dream, there had been no distance. No careful negotiation of emotion. There was only heat, presence and certainty. You belonged to her, as if you always had.

You sit up slowly, sheets tangled around your legs, heart beating in a steady rhythm that makes your whole body tense. There had been a balcony in your dream. Warm air against your bare skin. Her voice low against your ear, telling you a story she’d never told anyone else. Her hand was on your back, steady, and grounding. That’s the thing about Emily Prentiss. Even in your dreams, she carries this aura: always protective, warm and undeniably present. The scent of her coconut shampoo still lingers in your nose, your skin, on your lips. You feel your mouth prickling with anticipation, like you had kissed her for hours.

You reach for your phone to check the time. It’s way too early. But sleep won’t come back, not after that.

You move like a ghost through your apartment, the early morning light bleeding gold across the floor. The kettle clicks on with a soft hum, and you stare out the window as the city wakes, shadows stretching, soft outlines sharpening. Birds fly across the wakening sky, clouds hanging low, dancing with the buildings in the east.

You open the window to smell the morning air, close your eyes and breathe in the moment. And then you see her again, not in the dream, but in your mind.

Emily. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, following your every move.

The way she looks at you sometimes, when she thinks you not watching.

You’ve seen that look before, weeks ago, late at night, when it was just the two of you in the bullpen. Something passed between you then. Brief, wordless, but it stayed. You don’t know what it was exactly, but you know she felt it too.

—

By the time you make it into the office, the day is already ten steps ahead of you. Your hair is wild from the wind outside, your cheeks are flushed, and the coffee in your hand is already half gone. A big stain on your shirt tells the story.

The bullpen buzzes softly, papers shifting, keys tapping, the kind of quiet rhythm that only comes after a long week and too much coffee. You move through it without sound, slipping into your seat, unpacking your things.

You feel her before you see her. There is a flicker of movement in your periphery. The sharp click of her boots against the floor, more deliberate than usual. You don’t look up, because you don’t need to. Your heart is already beating loudly in your ears.

When you do look up, it’s because you feel her eyes on you. Emily stands across from you, profile now turned toward the whiteboard, arms folded loosely, her dark hair tucked behind one ear. She’s listening to something Tara’s saying, but her eyes flick briefly in your direction, just long enough to register. Just long enough to make you wonder.

She blinks, her dark eyes seem to consume you. Tara is waiting for a response, but Emilys mind seems to be elswhere, adrift, until Tara repeats her name. Emily glances at you again, lips parting as if to speak. And there it is. That pause.

That fraction of a second where time holds its breath, where two people who aren’t touching still manage to feel it. In her eyes, you see recognition. A memory suspended in the space between you two. Her eyes locked on yours, the sound of your voice, laughing at one of her silly jokes. You know that’s where her mind went just now.

You swallow hard and look away. But something in your chest shifts - something you can’t name.

—

You don’t expect her that evening.

The sky is dark and heavy when you leave, soft rain falling against your leather jacket. You ride home with damp fingers and a distracted heart, every red light a moment to sink deeper into your thoughts.

By the time you get through the door, you’ve convinced yourself it’s over. Just a dream. Just nerves. You hang your wet jacket in the shower, pour yourself a cup of warm tea, and tidy up the mess from the morning. You try to tear the spiraling thoughts from your mind, from your body. Music plays in the background, and you force yourself to focus on the lyrics. To sing.

But then there’s a knock. You freeze. One hand clenched around your teacup, your heartbeat now a thunder behind your ribs. When you open the door, she’s standing there.

No umbrella. No explanation. Her hair is slightly wet at the ends, curling in that careless way it does when she lets it. She’s wearing a dark sweater, one you’ve seen before, and her eyes are  not guarded tonight. They’re wide, searching, and full of emotion.

“Hey,” she says, voice soft.

You blink. “Emily.”

She nods once, almost shyly. “I wasn’t going to come. But… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You don’t ask what it means. Instead, you step aside.

Inside, the lights are low, quietness seeping through your apartment, only the gentle patter of rain against the windows and soft music playing, interrupt the silence.

Emily stands in the middle of your living room like she’s walked into another life, one she half-remembers but isn’t sure she deserves. She doesn’t say a word, her ribcage heaving like she ran all the way to you.

“I dreamt about you,” you say, because the silence is too full of things unsaid.

Emily looks up, startled, and then something in her breaks. “So did I.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes search her face, trying to wrap your mind around her words. The light dances across her glasses, casting a soft glow over her dark eyes, her silver hair framing her face.

She steps closer, slow, like gravity is in charge now. “It felt like… we weren’t meeting for the first time. Like I’d always known your hands. Your laugh. Your voice.”

“I felt safe,” you whisper, not trusting your voice for more.

Emily exhales a trembling breath. “It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like memory. It sounds crazy, now that I say it out loud.”

You softly shake your head, studying her dark eyes. And then you’re close, not close enough to touch, but close enough to feel the space between you pull taut.

Her voice dips to something fragile. “I had a dream that I’d always been yours.”

You don’t answer with words. You just reach out, fingertips grazing the edge of her sleeve, and she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she closes the distance. There’s no rush. No chaos. Just quiet recognition.

Like home.

I been dreaming of you I been wishing that it's true That you were made for me I been wishing on a star I been wondering where you are To keep you close to me