#mhmhm could be us...

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34+35 𝜗𝜚

❤︎ sum. can you stay up all night? fuck him ‘till the daylight, 34 + 35? nanami kento, ijichi kiyotaka, geto suguru, choso kamo, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, 69, manhandling, ass-obsessed men, true form! sukuna, fíngering, mirror séx, squírting, riding ijichi’s glasses, cunnīlingus, bjs, spanks, riding their tongues, praise, implied marathons, sukuna’s stomach tongue, overstim, pússydrunk men, messy eating, milking them, breedīng mentions, dirty talk, petnames.

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA

“oh,” ijichi would gulp, basking in your slick glory that’s located between your cracked thighs. you’re arched over, holding your hips up while he laid flat on his back against the bed. as a mere taunt, you wriggle your ass against his face and you hear a small gasp depart from his thinly-parted lips. “ ‘s this position comfortable for you, m’ love?”

“mhmhm,” you’d hum, wrapping a hand around his vein-covered cock. from all girthy sides and angles, its decorated with prominent veins that prodded solely at the way your thumb rubbed against his tender foreskin. it even had a cute ‘lil curve on the side. “don’t be shy, ‘jichi. i’ll just be down here.”

with a teasing, sweet shimmy of your hips, your sloppy cunt ends up imprinting against ijichi’s squared glasses lenses. beforehand, he asked if he should take them off but oh, you insisted for him to keep them on.

right then, you moaned, feeling his tongue give your dripping folds a few flicks before he pushed the metal bridge back up his nose. “s- so pretty,” he’d murmur huskily, groaning mellowly once he felt the tip of your tongue slither around his ruby-colored tip. he’s still so sensitive, and ijichi squeezed the left cheek of your ass before giving it a soft sharp smack. “mngh- keep . . keep doin’ that, m’love. use your tongue like that ‘n ride against my- hah- face, fuck-”

it’s barely been a few seconds and ijichi’s already rendered completely speechless. as you arched your back over the top of his chest, he had a clear 20/20 vision of your dripping, glistening pussy steamily clouding his eyesight. with your panties lazily shoved to the side, he slides a thumb down your already pulsating clit that’s thump thump thumping.

“o… oh, wow,” he breathes shakily, guiding his thumb more up toward your sticky, dripping cunt. as ijichi was buried between your thighs, he was already feeling his mouth starting to water like a dog. it takes him a bit to actually find your clit, but when he does - you let off a sweet mewling sound that could easily pass for a harmony.

up close, your pussy was just so so pretty. in an erotic, carnal way - it even resembled a flower. his thumb softly pulled at the flap of your folds and you moaned, feeling his lukewarm tongue slickly dip its way inside. “am i doing this right?”

“you’re doin’ perfect, ijichi,” you moaned, making sure to lather your dripping tongue all over his darkly-red tip. he sucked in a short-winded breath beneath you, using his other hand to tug on his unkempt tie. his breathy, shallow pants aired against your cunt and you bit your lip, wriggling your slick core more swiftly against his face. “use your tongue a little more and- and, don’t be shy to be a little nasty.”

nasty.

ijichi’s ears perked, and he felt his dick twitch instantly in the palm of your hand. as you started to gradually fit his length inside of the cozy warmth of your mouth, he sighs deeply.

“okay-” he grunts, dragging your hips back just a bit more. your pussy wetly slides over the bridge of his nose before landing back on his compressed lips. he’s already starting to spasm with you on top of him, and ijichi’s now slurping your pussy. every few seconds, you’d feel the cold square lenses of his glasses tickle against your folds. “mngh-” he moans, feeling you cup a hand over his swollen base. they felt so full, and you hummed with a slight smile, just imagining how much of a load he was probably hiding.

you covered your teeth with your lips as you continued to go down - lapping up any glittery drop of saliva that spewed down the sides of his heavy cock. “mhm,” you muffled a sweet moan, hollowing your cheeks while feeling his tongue hungrily strum its way back ‘n forth against your g-spot.

it makes you shudder for a second, and you almost slip off another moan. ijichi was loudly moaning the entire time though, and he couldn’t help it.

it was just the way your tongue steadily glided its way down one of his veins before you popped your mouth back up to his tip was an echoing pop. while you continued, you brought your hands down toward your bare breasts before giving them a soft squeeze.

instantaneously, ijichi’s dark hooded eyes trailed down just for a quick peek and he murmured out a shaky, ‘oh f- fuck,’ once he saw you cupping your pretty tits whilst bobbing your head up and down on his curved shaft. “y- you’re so hot,” he huffed, dragging a hand through his neatly-gelled hair. “i’m not gonna… last m’love, not when you’re moving your pretty ass against my glasses like t- this.”

“didn’t say you could stop eating, ‘jichi.” you briefly popped his crowned tip from your slick-coated lips, steadying your rocky hips against his face. behind you, you heard him let off a throaty groan before his tongue tenderly flicked at your clit thrice. the gluey sap that dripped from your folds perfectly decorated a good portion of his lips, and that’s when ijichi started to pant even more.

“ ‘m sorry, f- fuck,” he whines between your legs, feeling your lips wrap back ‘round his aching length. taut gripping fingers tug at your perk ass before he’s rolling his tongue everywhere, feeling the sticky fog of your pussy cling against the lens of his prescription glasses. “ ‘m gonna cum. can’t hold-”

with a small smile, you whispered out a small, “go ahead,” before teasingly guiding the tip of your lukewarm tongue down his veiny cock. pants of pleasure surged through every part of ijichi’s body, and while his tongue was still buried inside of your clit, he finally releases. his wet lips were all glossy and raw-bitten as he pursed them, letting off a hoarse moan before his neck fell limp against his pillow. “t- that’s it, let go for me, baby.”

when ijichi came - he came hard.

his tip erupted like a volcano, remnants of his creamy mess spouting down your hand so warmly like hot magma. within an instance, you slowly traced your tongue around his leaking tip whilst letting off a content hum at his tangy taste. “ugh-” he swallows, feeling his limp body beneath you stiffen. ijichi was shaking while you continued to slither your wet tongue over his sensitive frenulum. “your tongue alone might just hah- make me propose, sweetheart.”

as your brows came together, you brought his leaking tip back away from your lips before turning around, and facing him. “oh?” you sweetly quipped, pressing both palms on his wrinkled business shirt. “well, are you?”

“maybe,” he breathes roughly, and you slip off a gasp once he suddenly spins you around, making you fall flat back against your chest. ijichi stares at your backside before pouting, re-adjusting his glasses whilst pressing his face close to your dripping pussy. “ahem, but first-” he clears his throat, and you moaned once he languidly slipped his thick ring finger inside of your folds, watching it disappear.

“l- let me practice my proposal, m’love.”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO

“ah, c’mere,” toji grunts, dragging your hips back. callused, stubby fingertips softly pierce into the plush flesh of your hips before he positions you. instinctively, you raise your hips while getting a straight view of toji’s hard bulge poking through his denim-blue boxers. “park that pretty pussy, atta girl.” and you moaned, feeling the flatness of toji’s smooth tongue greet your drooling cunt with a starving wet lick.

as you looked in front of you - oh, he’s fucking hard.

your hand wrapped around his thick cock before you shyly flicked your tongue over his slit. gruffly, toji grumbles lowly beneath you before he uses two big hands to spread your cute squirming ass apart.

at the sound of a slick wet ‘pft’ - you gasped, feeling toji’s saliva abruptly trickle down. as you choked back whimpers, you delicately rubbed a thumb down his veiny shaft before gingerly sinking him into your mouth.

“fuuuck, that’s it, baby girl,” toji groans against your dripping heat, playfully capturing your clit with his teeth for a split second before releasing. toji was always nasty and he had no shame at all. he was always an eater and you and him both knew that.

slimy, glittery spit cascades down your puffed slit the more he continued to devour you. “work that fuckin’ throat like you always know how to do, mhm,” and you’re already drooling from the corners of your mouth as both of your cheeked puffed out from how full it was.

his cock’s just stupidly fat - it’s got a hanging curve of its own as it leaned, and his thick girth that prodded against the inside of your cheeks had you short-circuiting within seconds. every time you felt toji’s tongue sloppily zigzag its way through your cunt like a maze, your back arched further.

“ngh-” you’d let off a muffled mewl, trying to keep your focus in front of you. as your left palm continued to twist around toji’s hardened cock, your head finally started to bobble after a while. he’s underneath you the entire time, sliding his burly arms toward your thighs before teasingly pulling you closer to his starving mouth.

“awh, wish you could see how much of a crybaby you are right here between yer legs, sweet girl,” toji rasps, dragging his tongue across his lips before feeling you already starting to dampen his patchy stubble. “sooo damn wet for me that she’s cryin’ little crocodile tears,” he snickers, dipping his long tongue inside of your cunt only to snatch it right back out. your legs trembled over toji’s face and he lowly laughed against your pussy, giving it a cocky pat. “so cute.”

“s- shiiit, toji,” you drawled out a sobbing whine, wetly popping his reddish-shaded tip out of your mouth. it’s loud, reverbing briefly through the four walls of your shared apartment before your toes promptly clenched. “ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum, your t- tongue’s so d-”

as toji grabbed your hips, making you sit flat on his face, he grumbled against your soddened pussy. “not deep enough? yeah, i agree. hold still,” and you audibly gasped - much louder this time once his tongue expanded further inside you.

strands of his matted black hair tickled against you as he lolled his tongue against your salivating heat again and again ‘till you could practically taste your candied release. you’re rocking against his mouth as you still face the other way, moaning once his fingerprints harshly dug into the fat of your tender flesh. “ride it.”

“ride wh-”

“girl you heard me,” toji smacks his lips, hoarsely swatting a palm against your ass before taking a second to collect air in his raspy lungs. “ride it.”

you knew what he meant the second you heard him slip off a lewd ‘ah.’ toji’s tongue laid flat, and he held up your rickety hips from his face for just a moment before you prepared a sharp breath.

“o- okay,” you pressed your glossed lips together, slowly lowering your ass back down against his mouth. from nose to chin - oh, toji’s face was just smeared with your glimmering slick. it adds a sort of lewd shine to his face, and you caught a slight peek of it from craning your head back.

the creaking bed beneath you both seismically shook, its impact almost equivalent to an earthquake with the way your aching hips rocked and rocked over toji’s mouth. he’s got his pink tongue rolled out flat whilst he’s baring his verdant-green eyes into the rotating flesh of your ass. “mhm,” he gifts the right cheek of your ass a stinging mean slap, dragging out a sweet pitiful whimper from your lips.

a wave of rapture cascades down your veins as you twirl your hips ‘round, already spasming from his sloppy elongated slurps. you slid the tip of your tongue down his length whilst your free hand started to reverse its wet twists around his cock. “yeaaah, girl. use that.. hah- tongue.”

as a bit of your saliva poured from your droopy lips, you whimpered - feeling toji’s teeth softly nibble at your clit. he’s ruthless, using both hands to sprawl your ass apart wider before trailing his tongue up to lap near your neglected hole. your back remained arched as he slurped you clean, making sure the tip of his salivating tongue prodded through every wet part of your convulsing pussy. but after a few seconds, your body had about just enough.

you squealed, feeling yourself writhe on his flicking tongue while your vision temporarily turned into nothing but splotches of white. “f- fuuuck,” you’d drag out, gasping once your release finally came. it slams into you at full force, and your jaw tensed. you could still hear toji’s slick hungry slurps from behind you, and that’s when your legs cutely collapsed. “tojiiiii, toji-” and all you could babble out with his name as your weak hand still wrapped around his hardened cock.

“tsk,” he clicks his tongue, sliding a fat thumb down your pulsating clit before darting his tongue down your weeping opening. you moaned, feeling the edge of his scarred lips smear itself against your pussy and you could also feel the stretching grin growing across his lips as he stayed beneath your numbed legs. “poor thing. my girl’s just about had it, hm?”

and once he heard you cutely flop on the cushioned mattress, toji sits up, licking your slick clean from his now sheeny lips. “aw, my tongue too much for you?” he huskily utters, leaning his head down, kissing near the top part of your slobbering cunt. even still - you were shaking, fluttering from the after effects of his maddened tongue, and yet, you only wanted more.

toji raised a brow, seeing you suddenly arch your back again before using two fingers to spread your wet folds apart in front of him. while were still silently whimpering out cute ‘lil pleads of his name, you did a cute shimmy of your ass as if you were saying, ‘more.’ “dirty girl. teasing me with my favorite meal’s only gonna do so much.”

toji then rubs the entirety of his palm against your tepidly-hot pussy before softly pushing your head back into your fluffed pillow. “but fine, just keep that pretty ass up for me while i fuckin’ eat.”

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

satoru drinks it just like water, saying it tastes just like candy.

if it was anything about him though, it was that he’s almost always had a sweet tooth all his life - but he had to admit, there wasn’t anything sweeter than his pretty ‘lil wife who gets a little too handsy when the little ones are spending the weekends at their grandparents.

with his blindfold still on, he’s got you frantically squirming over his naturally-smirking mouth while both hands deeply gripped onto the jiggling flesh of your ass. “s- satoru,” you’d sob out a sweet gasping whimper, feeling his wry tongue crawl its way through every nook and cranny of your dripping cunt. on your own, you’re effortlessly making the bed shake with your quaky tremors and it was just so cute. “sato- fuuck.”

“you’re slidin’ again, angel,” he murmurs against your pussy, and he’s just nose-deep. the tip of satoru’s nose was wet, as well as his chiseled chin that was just prettily shining all thanks to your slick. you leaned forward, glancing down at his flushed tip that was still spilling tiny droplets of pre from all plump sides. “mngh- don’t just stare, silly girl. you can hah- give it a little kiss while i eat-”

as you’re still allowing harmonic whines to pour from the cracks of your lips, you brought your glossed lips up to the head of his cock. satoru’s happily buried between your thighs, hungrily delving his tongue in ‘n out of your cunt with such bestial haste.

“oh, my goddd,” you bit your lip, bringing a hand to wrap around his length. slipping out your tongue, you slowly rolled it around his tip in hypnotizing circles, feeling him shiver beneath you. he gives your ass a playful smack, the visible recoil of your skin causing him to groan against your pussy. “m- mhm, don’t stop, ‘toru.”

the bed beneath you both shook so much that it was easy for one to mistake it for an earthquake. with the way you fiercely rocked your hips against his mouth in such an addicting motion, satoru’s starting to moan right with you.

“good girl, use those pretty hips uh huh,” and you felt his lips suddenly depart for a second before feeling something else. as satoru’s recollected shallow airy breaths, he prods the tip of his lanky middle finger against your sobbing pussy. “real question is, is she gonna be a good wet girl ‘n open up a liiiittle more for me?”

as your lips wrapped around satoru’s cock, you let off a muffled moan once his digit started to vanish inside of your squeezing cunt. your tummy heaved, gasping silently at the tender feeling while barreling such a looong finger inside. your tongue swiped its way across his sweet-tasting tip before you started to quicken your pants.

“phew,” satoru ogles intently, staring as you kept your sprawled legs apart. he watched closely as you instantly clenched around his finger, dampening his digit within minutes. your pussy even squelched out wet little sounds of its own, and he can’t help but softly rub his thumb down your puffed clit. “guess she can. my wet wifey can just about do anything when she’s soaking for me, hmm.”

“mmngh-” you moaned, both of your legs shaking once he dipped his same finger right back out. satoru licks it clean before lolling his desirable pink tongue right back out. your mouth’s full, and you’re trying to maintain focus but failing every passing second.

satoru spreads your ass apart, shamelessly slurping your pussy as he felt the cute ‘lil pulses tickle his tongue. whilst he’s shamelessly devouring you whole, his pretty white lashes remain closed for the time being. you were spasming on his mouth as you continued to take him in your mouth.

but right then, satoru flutters his eyes open, pulling his blindfold up from his face like they another pair of your lacey panties. he snickers, using his technique to know you were just about there. “uh oh,” he murmurs, staring at the slick that’s just mindlessly dripping down your pussy. “something’s tellin’ me that my wife’s about to make a little mess.”

with a ‘pop’ - his dick departs from your lips and you inhale a breath, whimpering at the sudden pressure threatening to finally reach its peak. “satoru, something’s coming-” you mewled pathetically, reaching a hand back to grab at his unkempt white tresses. instinctively, his head leans further against your cunt and he huskily chuckles. “ ‘m gonna cum.”

“oh, i know,” he mumbles, luminous cerulean eyes fixating its gaze between your quaking thighs directly above him. satoru grabs at your doughy ass before sliding a finger back inside of your cunt again.

“go ‘head then,” and his voice was so deep - a lot silkier this time. you moaned, feeling another finger curl its way inside and he’s just slowly scissoring both digits inside of your soddened pussy. “c’mon angel, give it to me. you got it girl, riiide it all out on my tongue, mhm-”

at the low, husky cooing of his words - your pretty pitching orgasm rings through his ears.

right as you ended up squirting, you couldn’t stop the sweet little squeal that ran away from your trembling lips.

your teeth-shattering release loosens your shoulders before you whimpered, choking on your whimpers whilst you still felt him darting his tongue down your sappy entrance. “satoru, f- fuck, fuckk,” you’d trill whimperingly, continuing to feel him sloppily scrape his hot tongue through the outskirts of your pussy. “thankyouthankyou-”

“aw, you’re welcome,” satoru mumbles, noticing the slick moisture that was starting to stick down against your legs. your body still shook over him violently, and as you’re trying to recover from your recent finish, satoru gives your drooling cunt a kiss.

he even pats your wet folds with the back of his blindfold before giving your pretty pussy its last and final sloppy kiss.

“nice to hear my pretty girl’s still got manners at least heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO

“princess,” choso sat up from between the sprawled heat of your thighs. as he licked his upper lip, from top to bottom, it was practically smeared with your shimmery essence. he’s been eating you out for hours probably, and with a glance out the window, it was already turning daylight. you looked down at him, still struggling to catch ragged, deep breaths before meeting his lust-filled gaze. choso gives your clit a single wet kiss before sheepishly grinning. “i wanna try 96. i saw it online and-”

“96?” you smiled, giving his head a soft pat. “don’t you mean 69?”

choso huffs, sitting up to lean into you. “yeah yeah, same thing,” and he brings his needy, hungry lips to yours. you returned the kiss, curling your tongue ‘round his while his cherry-mint taste exploded against your buds. “can we try?”

“okay-” you smiled against his lips. choso moaned once you playfully flicked his chest, making him flop back against the satiny-black sheets. he pulled your hips back toward his face while you wrapped a hand around his thick cock. it’s tip had a nice dark red shade, and he was still oozing a bit of pre-cum from just tasting you.

you arched your back at the most perfect angle, letting off an airy, mewl gasp once you felt his shallow breath of air against your cunt. already, choso felt himself salivating at the mouth once he single-handedly spreads your pussy with his thumb.

“oh… oh,” his expression goes slyly timid, and he even leans in to give your pussy a wet kiss. “you’re so pretty over me like this.” he whispers, watching the strings of slick messily stick onto its lips.

lazily, choso slouched back against the tottering bed frame before he wrapped an arm around your torso. he’s tenderly soft, aligning his parched mouth with your cunt as his tongue swiped its way against your clit. “m- mhm, just like that,” your voice shook, feeling his smoky breath glue against your skin.

choso was still in his boxers, and your brows curiously knit together - noticing his visible bulge that was damn near painfully poking through the cottony fabric. you arched your back just a little more, leaning in close before licking around the fat print of his bulge.

you could’ve sworn his dick twitched the second your tongue trailed itself over the fly part of his boxers. “p- princessss,” he hisses, reluctantly breaking away from your cunt to glance down at you. since you were turned the other way, he couldn’t really see much of you like he initially wanted and it made him pout. “don’t be a tease.”

“ask nicely then, baby.” you softly uttered, sliding a thumb down toward the gusset part, guiding it slightly up near the upper middle. it’s just poking out, and you could see a bit of a dampening dark-grey spot where his tip prodded at behind the fabric. choso grunts, feeling you cutely wriggle your ass against his face before he deeply sighs.

“f… fine,” he grits his teeth, dragging poised fingers down each of your wobbly thighs. “please just-” he swallows, feeling his boxers grow tighter after each nanosecond that passed. the air around him felt so hot, and he already knew he was leaking a bit of pre-cum just by your intimidating proximity.

fuck.

“please, pretty please,” choso goes back to lapping his tongue against your slick cunt, eating a sweet gasp from you. “pull my boxers down ‘n… do whatever, please, just make me mmh- feel good, princess.”

“good boy,” you mumbled, using a hand to spring out his thick cock. choso whined from your feverishly hot touch as he felt the edge of your dripping tongue skim its way around the crowned head. his tip’s a fiery blushing red, and as he presents a single kiss to your clit — he shudders underneath you. you use a thumb to rub over his slit before using a palm to wrap over his veiny cock. “mhm, how’s it feel?”

with both bodies against each other rhythmically moving in delayed sync, choso slipped off a strained whimper. “so good, s- so good, princess,” and his blurbs of whines get caught in between your cunt once he purses his swollen lips together. you moaned once choso latched his lips against your sticky pussy, giving your honeyed folds a needy, long slurp.

you brought your same thumb behind the head of his cock, slowly massaging it before lapping your tongue around a bit of his foreskin. underneath you, you heard choso’s breath get caught in his throat and it was quite cute how he forgot to breathe for a second. “more, more-”

“more please.”

“more… please.” choso repeats after you, damn near falling in love once he feels the sloppy reverse of your hand that’s softly twisting at his cock. you rocked your hips over his face as you continued, allowing a bit of shimmery spit to fall from your lips and dribble onto the crown of his plump shaft.

“m- mistress,” he hiccuped, feeling your hot mouth vacuum each side of his cock before giving his tip a slurping wet suck. “i mean mommy,” he moans again, feeling his lips quiver once he feels you licking near his tender frenulum. “i- fuck.”

you giggle at his stammering, dragging your tongue down a prominent vein that runs down the left side of his dick. choso’s running a hand through his matted black strands before he digs the top row of his teeth in his bottom lip. “you gonna cum for me, ‘cho?”

“yeah, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cummm,” he nods, staring down at the slick sides of your thighs that were just dripping with your wet mess.

choso couldn’t help but run his tongue down at the trail he created, happily relishing in your flavor before he felt himself about to burst - literally.

choso swirled his tongue inside of your pussy in exaggerated, tight circles ‘till you started to feel your legs trembling. he moans at the sight of you wriggling your ass against his face, and he even prods a thumb against your twitching clit that continuously pulsed from the numbing stimulation. “make me cum, yeah- make me f- feel good, pleaseplease-”

he continued to babble against your slick folds until he eventually came, shooting milky-white stripes of cum that messily sprayed against your hand. he’s shaking underneath you, moaning out your name in his raw hoarse voice before you started to lap the mess up.

“good hah- boy,” you breathed dryly, kissing all sides of his hooked cock. it just about fits in your palm perfectly, and he shuddered each time you toyed with his tender glands with the tip of your tongue. “did so good.”

“can you..” choso huffed weakly, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. you watched as his chest went up ‘n back down again while he was pawing clingy hands at both of your hips. you were about to turn around but he stops you, making you continue to face forward. “can you do t- that with your mouth again?” and choso aligns himself against your weeping pussy once more, coating your folds with a multitude of wet kisses.

“i think i like 96 now, h- heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO

geto’s a wild, untamed animal…

with him, he’ll leave you feeling sore for hours with all of your limbs feeling like they’re on the verge of falling right off. as he talked you through probably your third orgasm of the night, your knees buckled.

there was a long rectangular mirror that was propped up in front of you both too, mirroring every single coarse and filthy position he introduced your body to.

“f- fuuuck,” you whimpered, bringing your hips to a slowing halt as he was still buried deep inside of you. geto’s laid beneath you, staring at the ridden bouncy flesh of your ass grinding against his sharpened pelvis. his cock deeply dragged its way through your cunt, sloppily massaging your walls before you bit your lip. “fuck, sugu- ‘m still c- cumming-”

“i know,” he huffs, watching your limp body shake as your back turns the opposite way of him. your hands rested on his knees, and he couldn’t help but steal glimpses at your ass that swayed itself against him. “and i want a taste.” swiftly, he lifts you, spinning you around before pulling your legs back. you moaned, feeling his spit-glossed lips decorate a path of kisses down your tepid thighs.

dark, lust-filled eyes studied your jerking movements before he positioned you to align your ass to hover over his face.

you sucked in a windy breath, feeling geto’s tongue wetly flicks its way against your pussy and you quickly craned your head to look at him, only to feel his palm whack against your ass.

“ah, ahhh- eyes on the pretty girl up front,” geto gruffly reminds you, slightly turning your head to stare at the reflection of yourself in his propped up mirror. “all you need to worry about is keepin’ this pretty ass up for me.”

“but-”

“but-” he mocks your tone, surprising your cunt with a wet kiss, causing you to whimper. geto unapologetically spits against your glistening heat before lapping it right back up again, circling the pad of this thumb ‘round your pulsating clit. “but nothing, have some manners, sweetheart. you’ve done enough talking for the night,” and geto hums, dipping his thumb inside of your cunt with ease before gluing his lips against your core once more. instantly, slippery squelches wetly sing from between your legs and you whine, glancing at yourself in the mirror. “but she’s always got something to add, cute.”

while geto’s occupied by being between your thighs, your eyes land down at his cock. and oh, was it always so, so pretty.

his tip had a bit of a tan, and before you knew it, your spit-dribbling lips were already wrapping ‘round his fat length. “mmhhm-” you moaned, swirling your tongue over one of the many veins that prodded down his cock. he’s still got his lips latched to your pussy, rummaging the pointed tip of his tongue through every convulsing orifice ‘till you damn near screamed all three pretty syllables of his name.

in his mind, you looked ethereal like this - bent over and arched on all fours.

every time you squirmed, he sucked harder against your cunt and you were at a loss for words every time. “my tongue, pretty girl,” geto grumbles, clawing a hand at your right ass cheek. he sharply spanks it twice, hearing your sweet mewling sobs in front of him before he hoarsely groans. “fuckin’ ride on it for me, ‘m so thirsty.” and you let off muffled noises of your own, rolling your hips back. as geto’s tongue stayed lolled out, your pussy ferociously dragged itself against the flatness of his tongue.

his tastebuds never felt so hot. you moaned, feeling the middle of his tongue curls itself back before laying flat again.

you whimpered, using a hand to stroke his veiny cock while you continued to messily bob yourself up ‘n down. you’re even sloppy yourself, feeling the slippery beads of saliva pour from the corners of your lips.

after each slurp, his cock moderately grows in your mouth. “mmngh-” you moaned with your lashes momentarily shut, feeling his tip abruptly slap its way against the roof of your mouth. within minutes, your chin was starting to shine with your saliva and you only wanted more.

“that’s my girl, fuck,” geto groans against your pussy that drenched him from his nose to his pointed chin. with two clammy hands, geto pulls your hips back a bit once he watches you squirm. immediately, your hips buckled and flopped against his chest with his dick still keeping the left inside of your cheek company. “mmgh-”

minutes pass with you still taking geto’s hefty cock in your mouth with his lips still greedily attached to your cunt. the both of you came at an overwhelming high so fast that you could almost taste your orgasmic finish on the tip of your tongue. as geto continued to lap at the remnants of dripping saliva that tried to pour down your slit, he’s feeling his shaft tighten by the second. not even a nanosecond passed before a raw, throaty groan leaves from him.

“oh, f- fuck,” he stammers, and he’s cumming - hard, aiming straight at the back of your throat. his hips fiercely piston along with your own hips madly shaking over his laid-out tongue.

it’s got a bitterly sweet tang that makes you hum, feeling geto moderately pour his mess inside your mouth. you softly twisted his veiny length with one hand before lewdly popping his dick from between your slickly-wet lips.

“mhm,” you hummed, still panting as you took a second to swallow. geto was literally melting underneath you, and he had to keep pushing away the sticky black strands that glued to his forehead. “suguru-”

“damn,” he mumbles, a sleazy pussy-drunk grin plastered on his face. through the reflection of the mirror, you saw geto lay down, buried between your legs with both hands grabbing at each part of your ass. he laps his tongue up your glossed slit before giving your cunt a few open-mouthed kisses. “mhm, thank you.”

“for wh-”

“quiet, baby,” he hoarsely whispers, taking a few thick fingers down your puffy entrance. your back remained arched as you moaned, feeling the warmth of his breath tickle against your dewy core.

geto then sat up, reeling your hips back toward his face before spanking your ass for probably the nth time.

“give me just one more, ‘m still so hungry..”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN

continuously - sukuna’s snatched out multiple orgasms from you ‘till you could barely even mutter out audible, coherent words. he’s just so big, especially in his true form where the word 'stamina' was practically non-existent to him.

“you, get up here,” he slouched back against his throne as you were still heavily panting. you were sitting on his lap, still feeling that quavering shake between your legs after you finished riding him. “i wanna try somethin'.”

“okay-” you’d breathlessly sigh with droopy eyes. sukuna snickers behind you, and he eventually helps you up. brawny, beefy arms wrap ‘round you securely before suddenly, you find yourself upside down on his king-sized bed. your eyes enlarged to the size of saucers, and upon instinct, your hands grab onto his sprawled-out knees. “ ‘kuna, don’t drop me!”

“ ‘m not,” he rasps with an eye roll, spreading your feeble legs apart. a gust of balmy wind sets against your sloppy cunt and you whimpered. you could just feel the cold, sinister yet silent state of sukuna’s eyes focusing primarily between your legs. you’re still so wet, and he gives your drooling entrance a single kiss. “sit on my stomach, trust me.”

time stands still as you’re propped up just below sukuna’s chest with your body facing the opposite way. you tried to sit up, only for him to crisply slap a palm against your left ass cheek. “down, girl,” he snarled, and you gasped once you suddenly felt something appear and rub underneath your thighs — his stomach mouth - oh, you sometimes literally forgot he could create extra mouths on his body.

sukuna hums in carnal virility, bringing his forked stomach tongue towards your dripping opening before sloppily stealing the first wet lick.

you were oh-so-sweet, sweet as honey as he relished your glacé-tasting flavor. the moment sukuna used two hands to steady your hips, you moaned. the other two unoccupied hands went down, stretching the mouth on his stomach apart much wider while you took your seat on his ‘throne’ - his tongue.

the tongue wetly rolled itself out, delving inside of your pussy and it was just so careless. “f- fuuuck-” you whined, already bucking your hips against his ripped abdomen.

it was just so risqué.

sukuna was no stranger to eating you out but it was a lot different with his stomach tongue.

from the very pink tip, it’s drooling from your sweetened taste alone, and you’re already spasming. it’s so long too, and your eyes widened once you started to feel the delicious stretch of his tongue within no time.

“arch more for me, bend,” he gruffly murmured, trailing his crimson-red eyes down toward your squirming waist. you arch forward, staring at his dick in front of you and noticing how each prodding vein twitched through his skin. he sighed deeply, feeling your tongue lap its way against each prominent vein before he spanked your ass. “dirty girl, can’t help but get a taste too, hm?”

“suku-”

slap.

another loud spank interrupts you, and your trembly incoming words transform into a full-throated moan. you whimpered, still hearing the sloppy sloshes of your cunt as his stomach tongue continued. after another slap comes, the skin of your ass ricochet against his palm and you heard him groan from behind you. “fuck,” sukuna grumbles, compressing his pink brows together. your jolting body above him continued to writhe as the slimy tongue on his stomach continued to slide itself near your tender clit.

drops of shimmery dew pooled down your slit as you aligned your lips around his fat hefty cock. a glossy tear of pre-cum dribbles its way from his tip and you licked it instantly, humming at the bittersweet taste that clashes against your buds.

“mmgh, ‘kuna,” you moaned between greedy slurps, using a hand to grab near his full base. he groaned, feeling the tip of your thumb stroke down a prodding vein. his entire body from top to bottom was primarily decorated with his ancient markings and was now covered in glistening sweat.

“ ‘m not gonna hah- last,” you whimpered, gasping once you felt the forked tip of his lower stomach tongue repeatedly flicks its way at your sensitive nub. every languid pant you puffed out felt like it was going to be your last, and you were counting the seconds ‘till your sweet reverie would finally come.

“well yeah, you never do,” he grunts, feeling the wetness of your mouth linger over his plump cockhead.

sukuna’s domain was eerily quiet - except, the only sounds that could be heard were his extra tongue and your slick, sloppy squelches that reverbed through his royal chambers. he felt you cutely scooting yourself back ‘n forth against his stomach while you were partially taking him in his mouth. you tried, and you batted your lashes before moaning once you felt his dick twitch again against your wet tongue.

eagerly, your frantic hips buckled before you removed your naturally-glossed lips from his shaft, cutely craning your head back for a quick peek. “nosy little girl,” he reaches forward, slightly making you face forward. “nothing for you to see.”

you pout, facing the same way you were before as his tongue continued. quickly, your little pout turned into a more lewd look as your jaw started to drop. in milliseconds, your poor, empty brain was turning into mush as you felt all types of elation spike through your veins. “sukunaaa-” you whined, biting your lip once his stomach tongue ruthlessly stretched itself even more inside of you. you were grinding against his chiseled abdomen, feeling the sticky sap of your mess glue down your sprawled legs before you let off a yelping clamor. “i’m gonna-”

your sweet, belting words were interrupted by a gasp that ripped from your near-sounding hoarse windpipe. you slouched forward, feeling your poor legs grow limp as the tongue sloppily dragged a path near your hole before trailing back down towards your sopping pussy. you were speechless with half-open eyelids draping, barely holding themselves open.

“s- shit,” you whimpered through shaky lips, feeling your entire body reaching near its end. sukuna grabbed your hips, making you swirl your ass around his stomach one more time. “oh, my g- god.”

“hmph,” the demon grumbled, glancing down at his extra tongue that even licked the wet crevices of its mouth clean. you had a good portion of his stomach covered wholly with your lustrous slick, and within a second, the tongue retreated, flopping itself back into its mouth. “you could use a bit more training.”

“training?” you breathed, still feeling your legs tremble as a wind of fresh air forced its way out of your lungs. you slumped forward in defeat, whimpering silently as a prurient wave of static shock surged through your limp body.

sukuna snickers, lifting you before pulling you back up on his lap. “yeah, training,” he repeats roughly, and he suddenly sits himself up on his bed.

as he takes a three-second glance at your body with his rouge-colored eyes, sukuna spins you around. you slipped off a gasp, moaning once he started to bring your legs up. he brought one of his hands down toward your dripping pussy before giving it a soft pat. “we can start by working on your flexibility,” and you moaned, feeling sukuna’s lower arms lift you with his other set of arms squeezing at your bare breasts.

he’s aligning you over his cream-covered tip before you feel another tip poke its way against your inner thighs. you almost forgot how he could just duplicate any part of his body, and you already could just taste how stretched you were about to get.

“upsie-daisy,” he grunts, pulling you up with such strength before he gifts your wet pussy its second slap. you whimpered, babbling faint whines of his name before sukuna lightly nipped his fangs into the left side of your neck.

“mhm, fuck- now open up for your king like a good obedient girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

nanami groaned, intently eyeing the creamy-white mess that dribbled down the left side of his cock. “mmgh- sweetheart,” he swallows, dragging a hand through his neatly-parted blond hair. you moaned as you straddled him in his home office chair that squeaked each second you put your thighs to work. “wait a minute, bend over the desk for me, sweetheart.”

“okay.” humming sweetly, you removed yourself from his lap before leaning over his worn-down, groaning desk. nanami gnawed on his bottom lip as he slouched at his desk, bringing a thumb towards your stuffed cunt.

“now, look at thaaat,” he huskily utters, gradually trailing the tip of his pointer finger down your drooling slit. it’s probably been about the third time of the night that he’s stuffed you, and he grunts once he sees the cute ‘lil wriggle of your impatient hips. instantly, your ass jiggles and nanami brings a soft kiss to the right cheek of your ass. “get on the desk, my love. ‘m still a little thirsty.”

he helped position you on the desk with him laying flat back against the worn-out wooden furniture. you slumped over him, poking your ass just above his face with you facing the other direction.

“k- kentooo-” you whimpered, gasping once you felt his tongue already lapping at your glistening slick cunt. piles of nanami’s documents packets that scattered everywhere fell to the floor once you aligned yourself. you held back a whimper, feeling his tongue sloppily flick itself down your slick opening.

you moaned, feeling the cold band of his watch tickles its way against your skin. as you leaned forward, your spit-drooling lips wrapped their way around his scarlet red tip. “my, look at how it all just spills out,” murmured, feeling his dick twitch at the milky masses of cum that oozed down your sopping entrance.

once nanami brought his lips back toward your cunt, he wetly dips it inside before dragging it down to flick itself against each sensitive nerve stored inside you. “mhm, my pretty girl can’t help but taste so sweet when she’s filled to the brim.”

“f- fuck, ‘ken,” you’d dig the top row of your teeth down on your bottom lip, feeling and hearing him slurp up every ounce of molten pools of his cum drizzling down your clit. as you faced forward, you looked down at his veiny cock that stood tall.

nanami’s business slacks were pulled down, and your eyes couldn’t help but linger at his blond happy trail that decorated a good portion of his abdomen. “don’t s… stop-” you mewled, bringing your quivering lips toward his strawberry-colored tip.

with a single wet lick, you swirled the tip of your tongue ‘round the crown of his leaking head before pressing sloppy kisses near the bulky, veiny sides. nanami lets off a heady groan, slipping thick raw moans between your legs, and his lips were starting to glue against your wet pussy. as you started to take him into your mouth, nanami slips a thick middle finger in between your weeping folds.

“move yourself against my tongue, sweetheart, mhm.” he throatily whispers, using his other hand to bring a soft, teasing smack toward the left cheek of your ass. you leaned forward, whimpering once you felt your feverish cunt drag itself back and forth against the flatness of his salivating tongue.

nanami was a starved man, and he loved more than anything for you to quench his thirst with your sweet, honeyed taste.

like most times, he could barely fit inside, and once his bulbous-shaped tip hit against the roof of your mouth, you let off a muffled moan. your eyes prettily rolled way back at the feeling of both his thumb and tongue prodding inside of you.

“ ‘m s- so close, kento,” you whined, occasionally popping his tip from between your swollen lips every few seconds to speak. your hips cutely threw themselves back against his face, and nanami’s just effortlessly lapping up every glittery drop that trickled from your slit. “right there, fuck, fuck, please-”

“c’mon, sweetheart, be a good girl ‘n give it to me,” nanami airily gruffs, staring at his stringy webby globs of saliva that stuck against your cunt. he’s diving in face first, hungrily jackhammering his tongue in between your puffed folds continuously non-stop.

you couldn’t help but grind yourself back against his tongue while you kept bobbing your head.

the position alone was so crude, not to mention over his home desk - but nanami couldn't care less. he felt you starting to spasm and he hummed, bringing three wet kisses against your pulsing clit. once you loudly ‘popped’ his tip from your lips yet again, you started to whine out cooing little babbles and nanami sweetly cut you off, “shh, i know. where’s my wet girl? it’s okay, you got it, just let go for me. i’ll clean my messy girl riiight up, promise.”

callused, big hands tenderly spread your ass apart as you trembled above his body. the poor wooden desk the both of you laid on was creaking noisily. the old furniture sounded like it was pushing its limit as your thighs were tensing after each unpredictable swirl of his tongue.

a hot, pooling sensation curled its way inside of the lower pit of your stomach ‘till your eyes eventually crossed inward. “oh, f… fuuckk,” you whimpered sweetly, shuddering once you started to feel yourself violently convulsing on nanami’s flat tongue.

your euphorically elated release hits you roughly, slamming into your face first like a truck - and he’s still slowly guiding his tongue up ‘n down your glistening slick while you spasmed.

your senses were fully heightened as pretty inaudible whines drew from your lips. nanami’s blond brows knit together as he licked you clean, even grabbing his handkerchief from the small pocket of his casual dress shirt to wipe against his mouth.

“good girl…. my hah-good girl,” he purrs lowly, briefly sitting up to see you still perfectly arched over him. “heh, you know how to make a mess out of me,” and nanami gives your clit its final departing kiss before softly rubbing the silver band of his ring down your slippery folds.

for a split second, nanami’s browned eyes avert down towards your twitching pussy before he sees it still dripping with sap right before his eyes. he hums before playfully dragging your hips back toward his face, propping you right back on his mouth.

“but ah, don’t run now, silly girl. ‘m not done with you yet. work can wait, my wet wife can’t. now sit.”

[mioons]

‎ ‎ BOYFRIEND? HUSBAND! ✦ 我的老公！

ᐢ..ᐢ calling them your husband trend ✿ 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝓁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⟢ ( 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ) . . 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 638 ⟡

EN— | 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 ♥︎ CLiCK

LEE HEESEUNG

the moment he heard the word husband leave your pretty lips he was a blushing mess

bro tried to act nonchalant but ended up giggling throughout the whole recording

even after recording he was smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot

“hey everyone today i’m here with my husband and we’ll be rating flavours from wingstop!” you cheerfully said to the camera, making sure to place emphasis on the word ‘husband’.

when he first heard you, he thought he was hearing things and asked, “sorry baby could you repeat that?”

you flashed him a smug smile before repeating your sentence, “so today i’ll be rating wingstop flavours with my husband.”

if he heard the same word two times he was sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

throughout the whole recording of the video, he couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, peppering kisses to the back of them.

the title ‘husband’ sounded good on him.

PARK JONGSEONG

he would definitely be stunned at first, not knowing how to react and simply just staring into space

but after awhile his mood would be so much better than before

smiling at the camera, you waved with your one hand and held onto jay’s arm with the other. “hey guys! i’m here with my husband and we’re just doing a mini vlog!”

jay’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. your voice sounded like a sweet sounding melody to him that he could listen to forever.

the thought of him actually becoming your husband made his heart beat a little too fast for his own good. he was really trying to keep his composure but there were one or two cracks.

he decided to play it cool and nodded his head before humming, “mhmhm.”

“husband,” he whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sounds wonderful.”

SIM JAEYUN

this man would not stop bringing up throughout the whole recording of the video

always making small little remarks about him being your “husband” and you being his “wife”

his confidence went 🆙 and he wouldn’t stop flirting with you

jake smiled at the camera as you started talking, introducing yourselves to the viewers. “hi everyone! it’s me and i’m here with my husband, jake, and today we’ll be doing a short Q&A session!”

“husband?” he repeated and raised an eyebrow at you, his lips upturned into a smile. “i’m your husband baby?”

his voice was smooth like velvet, making you blush and giggle awkwardly, “uhm..”

jake could only press a kiss to your forehead as he looked back at the camera. “mhm, i’m here with my wife,” he said to the camera, placing more stress on the word ‘wife’ just to make you even more flustered.

“let’s answer the first question hm? my darling wife.”

PARK SUNGHOON

many people think he wouldn’t have an reaction but this man would turn into putty in your hands

he can’t even finish a sentence without stuttering and tripping over his words

couldn’t even maintain eye contact with you for more than 5 seconds

“hi guys! it’s yn and today i have my husband, hoonie with us! we’ll be trying out two types of boba today!” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

sunghoon’s brain immediately shut down, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you.

“cmon hoonie, say hi to the viewers,” you nudged him by the shoulder, giggling. oh you definitely knew the effect you had on him, no doubt about that.

he gave the camera a lopsided smile, “hi— e-everyone.” anyone could tell he was affected by you calling him your ‘husband’.

you giggled at his introduction, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his cheek. “what a shy husband i have hm?”

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[a-glowbug-was-here]

The heart between us [One-shot]

[Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader]

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Natasha loses her mind in her infatuation with you and marks you like never before.

Word count: 1,500+

Estimated reading time: ≈6 min

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You groaned in slight discomfort as your fingers stilled in her fluffy hair.

It was a warm and cozy evening, the golden hour outside cascading through the open blinds, adding a gentle glow to everything, harmonizing your soul with the world, a gentle connection that kept you grounded and fuzzy at the same time. The city was quiet.

The episode playing on the laptop was so boring, Natasha had long lost interest, but you were trying to push through the filler episode in order to enjoy the main storyline that got you two hooked on the show.

You were laying down on your couch, pleasantly grounded by the weight of your girlfriend's body on top of your abdomen and thighs, her legs supporting her from the outer side of yours. She was technically on her knees. Her forearms buried under your back, palms on your spine, her face hovering above your cleavage, losing her mind in giving you kisses and hickeys.

You were both in your comfy pajama pants, covered to your waists under a fuzzy blanket, but she had your hand in her hair, her tank top on and your other hand on her waist, while you were only in your bra - your shirt thrown on the floor an hour ago, between the couch and table.

"Mh, Nat... Can you... baby, it's starting to hurt..." you gently pressed your head on hers, softly pushing her away, but still showing her that you still wanted her.

She slowly released your skin from her vacuum suction, so it wouldn't hurt even more if she let go immediately, and gently kissed the freshly bruised place, just touching your skin with her soft, plump lips.

"Sorry, my love. I'm just working on something." she kissed some of the other recent hickeys she painted just minutes ago, moved her lips up your neck and relaxed her body on top of you, nuzzling her head and breathing in the sweet, intoxicating signature scent of you.

You wrapped your hands around her, rubbing her warm torso up and down through her soft shirt with so much love and leaned your head on top of hers.

You moved your hand back up over her hair and suddenly you felt so protective, you wanted to save her from the world. You couldn't resist giving her a few firm pecks on her squishy cheek, making her smile. The domesticity of hugging a real, warm, living and breathing person, your person, who loves you the same way... indescribable. Some feelings just can't be put into words.

"I love you so much... So, so, so, so, so much." you hugged her tighter.

She made an affectionate noise. "I love you too, my darling." she turned her head and met your lips for a soft kiss that conveyed more love than any make out session could.

This was your life now. You were living the dream.

"Mhmhm" she giggled with a closed mouth while your eyes went back to the laptop screen. "You won't need jewelry tomorrow." her warm breath tickled your neck, you could hear the smirk in her voice as her sparkly eyes watched yours.

"Yeah, I gave up on the fancy outfit the moment you sunk your vampire teeth on me, you little goof." you gently ruffled her hair and kissed her temple, purposefully adding a tiny bit of pressure.

"Oh, no, no, wear it." she pleaded. "It's gonna be the hottest thing th- oh, fuuuck..." she closed her eyes and dropped her forehead on your shoulder, obviously imagining you. "Oooough, something low-rise... you need something low-rise, you're gonna be so hot..." she groaned and took a fast breath, continuing to speak through her teeth, "so mine, so obviously fucking mine..." she took a slow, exaggerated, deep breath and then loudly released it, overemphasizing how much you were driving her crazy and how much she was trying to calm herself down, hugging you tighter.

It was the ways that she told you she loved you without actually saying the words.

"I'm nobody else's, my sweet horndog." you smiled and tightened your hug too, smiling as you squished your cheek on that precious head of hers.

She bit your neck in response, making you gasp and softly moan with a small chuckle.

A minute or two passed and you got engrossed in the episode, because now your favorite character appeared in it.

You felt her eyes on you, then her head tilting and then a thin, fast-drying wetness trailing from your neck to your collarbone, your girl obviously returning to her art work.

"Are you gonna make me look like an alien?" you murmured, half distracted.

There was some sci-fi in the series you two were watching, so you were kinda referencing it, without having something specific in mind.

"Hmmm... that's a good idea for Halloween." she teased.

"Ah, no. Don't you dare..." you lowered your voice in a very warning tone and she chuckled.

"Kiddiiiing," she insisted and started kissing your cleavage between her words, "I'm just gonna, make you, really, really, really, really loved..." She rose up to kiss you on the mouth and went back down to resume sucking your skin. "But for the protocol - you're the one who placed that idea down, I gotta consider it." she murmured and you could feel her smirking.

You shook your head in amusement. "Me and my big mouth."

A few minutes later she shifted, rising on her elbows. She sat on your abdomen and you felt her hands slide out from under you and gently cup your breasts from below and the sides, careful to not stimulate you. The buzzing and flicking lights of the laptop became muffled, incoherent, unimportant in your mind.

"My work here is done. I can die happy, this right here was the purpose of my life."

You snorted and chuckled at her enthusiasm, looked at her and then followed her gaze, your laugh stilling.

"Oh my gooooood..."

A beat of silence.

"Nat! Oh my-... Holy-..." you were flabbergasted.

She's never done that many hickeys on you. And here she was, biting her lower lip, stifling her own laugh, eyes sparkling with love and mischief.

"Mine." she whispered.

You looked up at her with a parted mouth, thoughts gone.

"I found my true call." she shrugged, continuing to goof around. "About time, if you ask me." she rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance towards herself, then chuckled, breaking the facade.

You loved her goofiness. It was only you that was allowed to see that side of her. And it was only her that you allowed yourself to be truly yourself with. Both of you enjoying the freedom you had to be soft, gentle and vulnerable, but safe.

You looked down at your cleavage again, your lips pressing thin and eyebrows furrowing as your eyes got lost in the various hues of the giant outline of a heart, made out of hickeys. Big and perfectly centered and symmetrical. Those precise eyes and that capable mouth of hers... It was kinda beautiful. A bit too much, but beautiful indeed.

Or maybe you were biased because your favorite color was purple and your girlfriend was the one who did it.

It obviously meant a lot, but... very Natasha of her.

"You're not... mad... are you?" she asked sheepishly.

"I... no, no-no." you chuckled an exhale. "This is wild." you grinned and shook your head.

"Relatively tamer than our bdsm sessions."

You wheezed and closed your eyes, crinkling your nose and with a shaky hand pulled the pillow that was supporting your head so you could completely lie back down your vibrating body, meanwhile your redhead chuckled too.

You contemplated throwing the pillow on her, but you genuinely didn't wanna ruin the mood and softness of this cozy and relaxed atmosphere, so you plopped and steadied it on your head with your hands. You weren't really embarrassed, just playing around.

Her ability to blurt things out to you and catch you off guard was one of the reasons you fell in love with her.

You felt movement on top of you, her weight shifting.

She pushed the pillow with the top of her head, moving it towards the armrest and making you giggle. The messy on top of her head and her loving look made you grin.

She was adorable.

Your adorable.

"It suits you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." her eyes fluttered.

"Would you think the same if I do it to you?"

"Yeah, 'cause then we'd be matching."

You gave her a sleepy look with exaggeratedly pursed lips, but she grinned so big it narrowed her eyes with those beautiful wrinkles of happiness only you could awake. She let out a happy chuckle that made her sway a little.

God, she was so beautiful when drenched in happiness.

"You have no idea how much I love you, my squishy little baby!" Natasha cooed with a strained, goofy voice, squishing your cheeks with her palms and then started kissing them with loud, firm kisses, making you giggle.

Forever yours.

Forever hers.

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[hrtnovas]

hey so uhm……….. ARLE EATING HER WIFE OUT UNDERNEATH HER DESK

↑ this is the face she makes when eating u out trust i would know

yk what..?? HELL YEAH PUSSY EATING ARLE WE CHEERED !! 🙏

update ; i finished , sorry for earlier i will get down on my knees

cw ; wife!arlecchino x wife!reader, pussydrunk arle mhmhm,, kind of desperate arle?? WOAHHH??,, outercourse (eating out),, reader is in her office , not said if she works a job or it's just for personal use..,, i thinkk that's it.. divider by @cafekitsune

You just wanted to get some work done in your office. Coffee within reach, glasses pushed up into your hair, papers in a neat stack waiting for your attention. The kids were off doing… whatever kids do. Quiet. Peaceful.

But Arlecchino?

She was busy with something far more important than.. reports or meetings or diplomatic outings.

She was busy under her wife's desk—mouth pressed between your thighs like she belonged there, like she'd earned the right to worship you during office hours.

". . Ma chérie," she purred, voice like silky against your skin. "Be good. Open up a little more for me, won’t you?"

You were trying to focus, truly. But your pen had long since fallen from your hand. The neat pile of papers was now scattered, wrinkled, maybe even stained, some marked with lipstick from when she'd pulled you in for a kiss mid-session. Your collarbone shown the proof of her mouth. Your face, flushed and smeared.

Your legs trembled beneath the desk, fingers clutching the edge as if that would somehow ground you.

And Arlecchino? She wouldn’t stop. Tongue unrelenting, hands gripping your thighs , like if she let go you'd slip away. Like she was trying to memorize every inch of your pussy with her mouth alone.

oh god, this woman could die in your pussy.

Your breath hitched when she moaned into you—moaned, literally; like she was the one being ruined. Her tongue curled just right, slow at first, then faster, messier, like her control was slipping with every damn passing second. Your thighs quivered around her head, but her grip didn’t waver.

No, Arlecchino just dug her fingers in deeper, holding you open, keeping you right where she wanted you.

She needed this. Needed you, the taste of your skin, the heat of you dripping onto her tongue, the way your hips twitched every time she circled that one spot.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a sound escaped, high-pitched and needy. The office door was shut, yes, but not soundproof. You could be heard, possibly. Arlecchino didn’t care.

In fact, she smirked.

“Mm… quiet now, ma belle,” she murmured, lips swollen, her voice thick with need. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear how filthy you are, would you?”

Then she dove back in, hungrier. Sloppier.

You felt her tongue everywhere, everywhere; devouring you with a desperation that made your knees buckle. You collapsed against the desk with a soft thud, papers sticking to your arms, your face flushed and sweaty.

Her name fell from your lips , “Arle—!”

That seemed to break her.

She didn’t stop until your legs were trembling so hard they threatened to give out. Until you came—loud, messy, helpless—right into her mouth. Even then, she kept licking, lapping at you , like she was trying to wring every last drop from you.

You tried to push her away, gasping, overstimulated.

She caught your wrist gently, kissed the inside of your thigh, and looked up at you from under heavy lashes with a ruined smile and slick glistening on her chin.

“One more, please..” she whispered.

Not a question.

A promise.

this woman is so getting u pregnant

[lacehartz]

“going on a road trip with dad!rafe … pulling up to a random rundown motel … only one bed … mhmhm …”

oh i’m stood at attention….. yes…. yess,,. dad!rafe convincing you to share the bed (it didn’t take much), because he’s sore from doing all the driving, and the floor looks so dirty, and it’s only one night, sweetheart

so you climb into the bed, and fall asleep with your ass pressed against him closer than what would be considered anything of innocent — only for him to start groping you as you try and fall asleep :/ he’s so gross (affectionate)

— nasty little freak anon ❤︎

my favourite freak <3 cw in tags.

it’d been his idea — a chance to ‘bond’ and get away from all the chaos back home, at least that’s how he pitched it. but you knew it was just an excuse for him to drag you off the grid and have you all to himself. long stretches of empty highway, gas station snacks, and rafe’s lazy smirk as he drummed his fingers on the warm steering wheel had been fine at first. there was something oddly comforting about the hum of the truck and the way he always managed to pick out your favourite songs.

he’d promised it’d be fun, but now, parked outside a dodgy-looking motel with the neon ‘vacancy’ sign flickering like it could give out at any minute, you’re starting to have doubts. “this, is where we’re staying?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the still-warm truck.

“don’t even start,” he warns, shooting you a look when you scrunch your face at the peeling paint and cracked pavement. “but daaad—” he interrupts you quickly. “back fuckin’ hurts from all that driving, ‘s’jus’ for one night. quit bein’ dramatic, princess.” rafe throws your duffle over his shoulder, smiling at your pouty face as he grabs the key from his pocket.

you huff but step inside the room, immediately hit with the smell of stale mildew. the carpet looks like it’s been there since the 70s and the thinly covered mattress is stained yellow. you don’t even want to get started on the suspicious stains littering the area. “charming,” you mutter, pulling up your tank top strap. “really outdid yourself, dad.”

rafe throws the bag onto the lone loveseat in the corner of the room, lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you. “what? not good enough for daddy’s lil’ girl, huh?” you glare at him, heat rising to your cheeks. “shut up.”

“aw, c’mon,” he teases. his hand finds your chin, tilting it up so you’re forced to meet his burning gaze. the intensity in them makes your breath catch, and you suddenly feel tiny under his scrutiny. “you been poutin’ ‘n complainin’ the whole trip,” rafe murmurs, his thumb brushing your jaw in a way that feels widely too intimate. “startin’ t’think you don’t appreciate all the effort ‘m puttin’ in here.”

you try to pull away but another hand comes down to grasp onto your hip. “y’know most kids would be grateful their dad’s doin’ this f’them. not you though, always gotta be so difficult.” your stomach twists at his words and you instinctively take a step back. the room’s too small to put any real distance between you two though, if anything you’ve just cornered yourself. “not bein’ difficult..” you trail off, looking everywhere but at him, ignoring the whispers of heat in your stomach. “what’re you—”

“relax,” he cuts you off, eyes glinting in the light. “‘m tired, both got a long day ‘head of us. let’s get y’to bed, yeah?” you blink at him, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in tone. it’s softer now, almost coaxing. “there’s only one bed,” you point out nervously, quieter now.

“and?” rafe says, eyebrows raised as if it were normal. before you even have time to blink, he’s raising his shirt over his head, exposing his broad chest and toned stomach, leaving him in jeans resting dangerously low on his hips. “actin’ like we never slept together before.”

“it’s — it’s weird! ‘m not a baby anymore, you’re my dad,” you splutter, turning around as quick as possible when you see his fingers fiddling with the zipper. “unless you’re volunteering to take the floor, you’re gonna have to suck it up.”

you huff, refusing to engage any further and stomp off to the tiny bathroom. the fluorescents buzz above you as you brush your teeth and you try not to gag at the dirty marks on the mirror. it was only one night, you could do this. nothing else was a viable option and you already felt bad enough about keeping rafe up for so long. mind made up, you take a deep breath, step back into the room and move towards the bed.

rafe’s already sprawled out in the dark, arm above his head, clad in nothing but his boxers — of course. he yawns as you peel back the blanket, settling yourself under the threadbare material. “night, daddy,” you whisper, staying to the edge of the mattress.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” you hear the smirk in his tone but decide to ignore it, sleepiness making your lids heavy. you don’t know how much time passes, don’t know how long you even managed to doze off for, but next thing you know your ass is pressed up against rafe’s lower half, the hardness there making you dizzy. his large hands are splayed around your waist, possessively digging into your skin. “d-dad?” you call out confusedly, voice croaky.

“mhm,” rafe responds, one hand trailing up over your tank and the other skimming the waistband of your shorts. “dad deserves some fuckin’ gratitude for takin’ care of you all day, don’t you think?”

you wriggle around, mind hazy and whirling with conflicting ideas. you aren’t aware enough to fully stop yourself from agreeing. “i-i guess so..” you trail off, gasping out a whimper as a finger grazes your nipple through your shirt. rafe hums appreciatively when you don’t immediately stop him from lifting it up and groping at your tit. “yeaaah, there we are, there’s m’girl.” maybe it was the sleep still coursing through your system that made you so pliable, because your fuzzy mind doesn’t seem to even want him to stop.

“y’gonna be a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” rafe pushes himself against you, groaning in your ear when you wiggle back. his hand slowly slips under your panties, meeting slickness you didn’t even know was there. “shiiiit, baby.” when he shoves your shorts off and starts rubbing softly at your puffy clit, you don’t stop him. when he slips his fingers further down, meeting your leaky hole, you don’t stop him. when his fingers squeeze and pull at your tits, when they wrap around your neck as he forces himself in deep, you don’t stop him.

you’re sure you’ll feel sick to your stomach in the morning, but right now? the feeling of his pure, unadulterated attention, and the tightness in your core is enough to make you forget about any consequences. after all, this was normal wasn’t it? you were just being thankful.

[daydream-cement]

Beautiful, Good Girl (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa must enjoy just how beautiful she really is. Bit of smut with no plot whatsoever.

Thank you to @sassypizzahideout for your request! This fic was based off this amazing post by @peaches-n-cherries (Link to post)

“That’s right, my beautiful, good girl. This show is all about you.” You muttered into Larissa’s ear, earning a whimper from the long-legged beauty who sat between your legs. You both were facing a mirror, completely unclothed as the platinum blonde unraveled in your arms.

Your hands gently massaged her breasts, fingers twisting at her rosy nipples. The buds of her breasts soon began to harden at your touch. Her legs soon began to fidget and shake as her desire grew between her legs. 

A breathy chuckle passed through your lips to the hair at the nape of her neck, sending chills through the headmistress’s body. “Look how desperate you are…” 

“P-please…” Larissa uttered, her neck craning so her face could tuck itself in the crook of your neck. While the gesture was sweet, this was all about her and you had made it clear she needed to watch how beautiful she was. The headmistress needed to follow orders if she were to be rewarded. 

“Chin up… Keep looking at yourself…” You order, a free hand coming to catch her chin while the other slipped down her abdomen - gently caressing her soft flesh before allowing your fingers to slip into her slit. Directing her gaze towards the mirror, you begin circling your fingers around her clit, delighted with how wet you found her to be. 

Her gaze was faltering - half lidded eyes fluttering with every jolt created when you glossed your fingers over that sweet spot at the underside of her clit. You adored how well acquainted you had become with her body. Long nights and early mornings before work allowed you to come to know every square inch of this statuesque beauty which now making you determined to put that knowledge to good use. 

The wide spread of her legs faltered as a jolt coursed through her body, leading you to wind your legs over hers before pulling back. This forced her legs open for you, readying her for whatever sweet torment you wished to put her through. 

Her breathing became more ragged and shallow as the circling of her clit began to feel a little too good. To rectify this, your fingers slipped away from her sensitive bud to her sweet opening. She was wetter than anticipated as you slowly inserted two fingers - the digits slipping in with ease due to her extreme arousal. 

Glancing up as your fingers disappeared into her aching cunt, you noticed Larissa’s eyes had fluttered shut. In response, you gripped her face a little tighter, sweetly whispering a command in her ear, “Look into those stunning eyes, baby… Look at how pretty and pink your cheeks flush when my fingers press into you…”

Larissa weakly pried her eyes open, her hands gripping your knees as she fought to do so. She examined her body just as you told her to, whimpering when her eyes fell to your fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy. 

Your tone was so condescending, yet so sweet - ultimately aimed at driving the shapeshifter mad. “I want you to cum all over my fingers… Can you do that for me, baby?” 

“Mhmhm…” The headmistress whimpered her reply in a pathetic hum as she bucked her hips against your fingers. Her eyes were now glued on her pussy as you began to move your fingers faster. She found it as mesmerizing as she did pleasurable. With her now following instruction, you dropped your hand away from her face to lightly squeeze her neck - the sensation immediately causing her to moan in desperation. “Oh, fuck me!”

Her cry of pleasure caused you to growl and increase your pacing. You began to absolutely punish her with your finger fucking - the sound of her sopping cunt filling the air as you fucked her harder with your fingers. Larissa’s whimpers and moans grew louder and louder as the minutes passed. 

Suddenly, you pulled the fingers from her leaky pussy and held them in front of her face, offering your glistening digits for her to take in her mouth. She accepted them greedily, groaning as soon as her tongue made contact with her juices. 

When you pulled them from her mouth, there was a trail of saliva between your fingers and her mouth. You growled at the filthy sight and splayed your hand from her neck onto her jaw, tilting her head to face you so you could place a sloppy kiss to her lips. Your tongues mingled for a long moment, passing saliva and her cum between your mouths. 

As you kissed her, your wet fingers found her cunt once again and plunged back inside to continue the finger fucking. This led to Larissa moaning into your mouth as you stroked the spongy tissue deep inside. 

Larissa broke the kiss suddenly, forewarning you of her eminent orgasm. “Oh, god- Darling, I may-” 

“Watch yourself, baby. Watch yourself cum all over my fingers.” 

At your command, she faced forward once more and whimpered at the sight of her leaky pussy creating a wet spot beneath her. You latch your lips onto her neck, softly biting and sucking at her sweet flesh as your eyes peer up into the mirror to watch her fall to pieces. 

She lasted a final ten seconds before her back arched and hips lifted off the ground. An orgasm shook her body, her eyes squeezing shut after she witnessed as much as she could. Your body worked against hers to keep her still, fingers slipping from her cunt to swipe over her clit a final few times. Larissa cried your name - the name becoming softer on her tongue as she repeated it over and over. 

Her face turned to meet yours to kiss you once more and you finally pulled your fingers away from her pussy to rest against her abdomen. The dominant demeanor leaving your body as your tongues and limbs began to intertwine with a new sense of passion. 

Larissa had turned in your arms and pushed you to the floor, her lips pressing all over in an act of thanks. There was no attempt on her behalf to initiate anything further - rather, she was more interested in pressing kiss after kiss to your jaw as she whispered to you, “I love you, my sweet darling.”

“I love you, baby…” You wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her to you for a few moments. 

The two of you would inevitably grow tired of the uncomfortable position on the floor and venture into bed where you would tangle yourselves together once more. Her face would undoubtedly be tucked under your chin, feeling incredibly safe as she was wound tight in your embrace.

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[adaptacy]

Johnny Slaughter x Drunk!Virgin!Reader

It is angsty, and kinda sad, and very dub-con (practically non-con), and also just- Johnny with feelings? if streams of consciousness don't make sense, that's the point. also i'm tired so sorry for spelling mistakes or if i just use the wrong word sometimes LMAO

"Alright, I've gotcha." You were leaning all of your weight into him as he sauntered down the sidewalk, and you didn't let up even as he inserted the key he'd just received into the door, twisting the handle and opening it up into a half-assed room, typical for the cheap motel you were staying up.

"You really... mmbooked 'em just for... me?" You slurred, your head lazily flopping onto his bicep as he led you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Didn't tell me you were such a lightweight," the man sighed, helping you over to the white queen-size bed, which you didn't put up any fight against, collapsing onto the comforter and giggling. At what? You didn't know.

"We should, mhmhm, kiss." You blinked, slowly, up at him, seeing triple. Triple hot. Triple hunk. Triple gentleman. He was being so sweet. He carried you here, gave you a ride, he promised your parents wouldn't figure out that their golden child was getting wasted at some rural bar miles away from home. He was so caring.

Sure, you'd only known him for like two hours, but those two hours said so much. He didn't say much. Well, he did. Flirted a lot. Was he flirting? Did you misunderstand? No, no, he got you a motel room. Just for you. He was definitely flirting. He was like a guardian angel, wasn't he?

You made a mistake, a lot of mistakes, actually. A lot of shots. A lot of alcohol. Glasses and glasses of mistakes. But he was here to make sure you wouldn't be making anymore. He was protecting you. God, what a sweetheart. "What's your name again?" You mumbled, your tongue twisting around itself to form some terrible labyrinth.

"Johnny," he reminded, bending down over you and catching your lips in a kiss. His was gentle, but forward. Yours was sloppy, messy, hungry, dazed. You were sloppy. And messy. Oh, your parents would never forgive you.

"Johnny, I'm so... ugh, you're lovely," you complimented, your nose bumping against his as he tried to kiss you again, but you just had to let him know first. "So loving. We should get married," you giggled.

"Baby steps, darlin'."

"I'm your darling?" You hummed, smiling sweetly. Innocently. What the hell were you doing? No wonder the bartender warned you. But he paid for your drinks. He was just so generous. How could he possibly be single? You were so lucky to have him. "I think I love you."

"You're crazy," he laughed, the sound sweet and appetizing and so manly. You laughed too, because you wanted to be like him. Wanted to take care of people like he was. Wanted to be big and strong like he was. Wanted to be so sweet, wanted to kiss like he did. He was perfect. He kissed you again, and you kept giggling, your skin crawling with... excitement? nausea? you couldn't really tell the difference. "You wanna go through with this?"

With what? "Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes for just a moment. Then you opened them again, and he was still there. All three- two? Four? All of him- them? Ugh. "Yuh-huh," you affirmed. If he wanted to, you'd do it. No clue what 'it' was, but he was a good decision maker. You were clearly, definitely, obviously, drunkenly not.

"You done this before?"

"Yeah." Done what? You'd done a lot of things. You hadn't gone skydiving. Or bungee jumping. What a funny word. Bungee. Bun-gee. "Bunnn, geeee," you announced, and Johnny squinted at you. You giggled. What'd he say?

"I'm gonna take yer shirt off now." He kissed your cheek, and you nodded. Was he going to get you into a bath? Oh, he was such a sweetiepie. Like a grandmother. But hot. and muscular. and young. and had a way deeper voice. and, actually, he wasn't like a grandmother at all. but he still made you smile.

He removed your shirt, and you tried to lift your head to kiss him, but your head was so heavy, and your muscles were so weak. Ugh, you wished you had muscles like him. he could lift your head. you definitely couldn't.

The best part was, he did lift your head. and he did kiss you. He was a mind reader, too? Was he even real? Men like this didn't exist. Not really. men as sweet, and loving, and gentle, and-

His hands were on your pants. Strange. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. What was his name again? "Joey," you thanked.

"Johnny," he corrected.

"Mister Johnny," you slurred, brushing noses with him. He kissed you again, and he tasted like the bar. He'd been drinking too. He was like your drunk-buddy. Drinking buddy. And designated driver. A perfect package. Why are engagement rings so expensive?

"You alright?" His voice spoke again, and you blinked, finding that there were now only two of him. That you could see. Your vision was dark at the sides, but who needed peripheral vision, anyways? He was tugging your bottoms down your legs, and you looked up at him.

Somewhere, distant, faint, barely even present in your mind- somewhere, something clicked. Some puzzle pieces snapped together. You could make out the shape of the puzzles, the caves and the peninsulas, but they were blank pieces. There was no puzzle. It was blurry. Fuzzy. Like a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a squirrel.

"What?" you mumbled.

"Eyes on me, sweetpea. You alright?"

It was hard to focus on him since you'd have to focus on two images at once, but you tried your best. It only brought a headache. "Why... wouldn't I be?"

"You're awful' drunk."

"I'm knows," you scoffed.

"Do ya?"

"Obvs," you reminded, reaching up a hand and pawing at his face as you tried to boop him, grinning up at him. His hair draped over his pair of faces, and you wanted to bite it. Wanted to pull it. ugh, you were such a bad person. who made bad decisions. you hated alcohol. why'd you even stumble into that bar? your parents would be so mad.

Her eyes were almost crossed, and Johnny found it dizzying to try and gain her attention. She swatted at his forehead as she replied, and he pulled back ever so slightly. Gently, he pulled her hand down, trying to be patient with her. She'd been tipsy when he got there, but this was something else.

He tried not to think about it- This wasn't his first drunken sexual encounter, and wouldn't be his last. His lips pressed to her chest, his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs. She was warm, inviting, almost intoxicating. Then again, it could've been the potent taste of alcohol on her tongue. Stronger than his own. He swore she didn't have that much to drink, and she knew what to order- It wasn't her first time drinking, or so he assumed.

He'd hardly understood a word she'd bumbled on the way home. A ramble about her parents and treehouses here, another about college and service animals there. He didn't bother trying to decipher her codes. He was sure she didn't even have a clue what she was saying, so it wasn't his responsibility to figure it out.

Her fingers played with his hair, awkwardly tugging and scraping at his scalp, but he didn't mind. She mumbled something out, but the more time he spent with her, the less precise her words got. At this point, they were unintelligible, but she seemed happy while saying them. Oddly enough, it brought a smile to his face.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt. She continued with her string of corrupted vowels as he did so, and he ended his trail of kisses on her stomach before standing up straight once more. Her body was so... pristine. Shiny? It had this certain glow to it- a glow that her eyes lacked. They were stuck half-lidded, even feigning unconsciousness a few times, but he'd been proven wrong each time when she'd open her mouth to quickly inform him of how much she loved sunflowers, or to tell him an impossible-to-follow story about her first pet. He'd listened- not understood, but listened, to her, and then she'd fall back into silence for a few more minutes.

And even so, when she was so clearly destroyed by the liquor she'd been drinking like water, she looked so peaceful. She lay on the bed below him, completely flat, completely relaxed. Her arms casually positioned above her, her palms facing him. He wanted to hold her hand. So he did, and it brought a small smile to her face.

He wasn't going to stick around after this. He never did. He never wanted to. But she- she was so intriguing. So strange. He wanted to learn more about her, wanted to understand her. Wanted to listen to her stupid rambles and her whispered confusion. He wanted to see her frustrated, wanted to see her cry, wanted to see her confident, wanted to see her.

Shit. Maybe he wasn't all that sober. His hips leaned forward, and her eyebrows slanted, barely enough for him to notice. But he caught on, and his brows mimicked her movement. He was close to entering her, sliding between her folds, but he wasn't inside. Not yet. She looked confused.

"We're makin' love?" She asked, and Johnny narrowed his eyes, cracking a smile. That was a first. It was always fucking, or having sex, or getting laid, or some other degenerate nickname. Making love? That was for married people. Old couples. People with kids. People with commitments. Didn't she understand?

"Yeah, darlin', we're gonna make love," he replied, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Is that alright?"

"Mhm," she answered, and Johnny released a breath. She wasn't going back to his place. But he wasn't going to hers, either. Too innocent to be a victim, too drunk to be a partner. This was just another in his long list of mistakes. Another night that he'd forget after a few more bottles, a few more weeks, a few more stolen cigarettes, a few more kills. He always forgot them. He'd had too many. Needed a break far too much.

And she was surely the same.

And yet, when he pushed in, there was a tension, and then it broke. Something- something physical, something inside of her broke. And she whimpered, like he'd cut her. Her voice was light as she asked "What?"

Johnny couldn't move. He couldn't act. He couldn't continue. He couldn't speak. He wished he couldn't think, but that was all he did. When he looked down, his worst fears were confirmed. Dripping onto the white comforter were two marks of scarlet, and Johnny squeezed her hand.

No. No, no, no, no. No way.

Johnny held his breath. Wanted to wake up. He never felt bad. he never felt sympathy. He never regret things from his heart, only from his head.

but there was a singe in his chest. A poking in his lungs. And, despite her consciousness being continents away, she realized. Or, at the very least, picked up on his guilt.

"Please don't be mad," she whimpered, her voice breaking. And she cried. She held it back, but tears weren't easily disguised. He shook his head, trying to pretend that it was fine. Trying to pretend that this was normal, that he regularly took girls- drunk girls, pretty, innocent, completely wasted girls virginities.

But he didn't. And it showed.

"It's okay, I'm not mad," he assured, his jaw tight. He didn't know what to do. It was too late. Maybe she wouldn't remember in the morning. Maybe she wouldn't realize what she'd given up--

No.

What he'd taken from her. Stolen from her. Why would he assume? Why would he ever think this was a good idea? Why would-

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, and Johnny did something he'd never done before. Never even thought to do.

He leaned down, and he hugged her. She hugged him back- or, tossed her arms over his back, her drunken sobs hitting his chest like a goddamn bullet. He made girls cry on purpose. He made them scream, and sob, and bleed-

She was doing all of that. But he did not want her to. He shushed her, kissing the nape of her neck, running his hand over her back, all in an attempt to comfort her. He shouldn't care. He'd never cared. He had never shown any feelings towards anyone for any goddamn reason. He was not that person.

But he felt like a bad person. He'd killed people, but that wasn't the issue right now.

No, he was so much worse than that. She was sweet, and clueless, and couldn't handle her alcohol. She'd had a terrible night. No girl like her would be in a shithole bar if she hadn't. And he'd made it worse.

And come morning, she may not even be aware of it. She'd wake up, stranded, sore, sick, in a cheap motel, alone. She'd assume that she'd called a cab, she'd assume that she handled herself fine, but Johnny would know. He'd know the truth.

What was he doing?

Nancy was right. Running off and ignoring the family was a terrible idea. She'd sworn that he'd get himself into trouble, and while she'd definitely been talking about the law, or barfights, he felt like this was his karma. This was his trouble. Hell, it didn't even affect him. It shouldn't affect him.

But she was crying in his arms, and she didn't even fully understand why. And he held her, feeling a responsibility to care for her, to comfort her.

He was going to have to stick around, wasn't he?

Come morning, she'd wake up sore and sick, and with a stranger. And he'd be there. And he'd scare her, and stress her out, and hold her hair as she threw up tonight's mistakes, and he'd probably hug her again as she cried.

Johnny sighed, using his thumb to wipe her tears. She'd already fallen asleep. He laid her down, put her clothes back on as best as he could, and covered her up with the blankets. And he left the room.

He stood just outside, unpocketing a carton of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth, using a rusty black flip lighter to ignite the end.

He didn't know what he was going to do. But he felt a responsibility. An attachment. He didn't understand it. Maybe in the morning he'd lose all sympathy and be gone before she woke up, but he found that outcome unlikely.

He'd figure it out. He had to.

[auncyen]

y'know what this is technically part of something else but I think it's worth posting on its own, too. Hikari ch. 5 spoilers.

-

Mugen collapses to the floor, that rotting smell only becoming stronger as he sags into himself. Hikari approaches him, reaching forward with only a slight hesitation to remove the helmet from his half-brother’s head—

What lies underneath it is a corpse. If Castti did not know better she would not think this man had been fighting ferociously only minutes ago, because the skin is already rotting in decay, hair falling loose. Hikari draws back with horror, the helmet falling from his hands as he stares at Mugen's wasted body.

Later, much later, they have drinks to relax. Castti joins Hikari overlooking the palace. “I cannot help but wonder how long the shadow had been consuming him,” Hikari confides. “It is with us all our lives, but I never felt it until my mother died. When I saw that corpse, I realized I could barely remember his face, as he had worn that armor so many years… was he withering already? Ku’s strongest warrior, and yet beholden to a curse…""

“I’m taking this,” Castti says gently, reaching over to lift Hikari’s cup out of his hand. “I think you’ve had enough.” A little alcohol can help lighten Hikari’s mood, she knows that from experience, but it doesn’t seem to be doing the trick this time. Too much and he’ll be consumed by gloominess now and regret in the morning.

Hikari does not seem to mind his cup being taken, still with enough clarity in thought to recognize drink is unwise. Rather, he smiles as Castti, rather than pour the liquid out, downs it herself. “Not a drop to waste, I suppose.”

“Mhmhm,” Castti chuckles after she swallows the drink. “Waste not, want not. You aren’t like him, Hikari. You can’t let his actions consume you.”

[shashapato]

Willtresor Analysis

The shippers will be fed with these posts I have queued up. 😔🫶✨

Warning: This post will discuss the toxic nature of the ship, mostly based on my own experiences with people like Monty. The purpose of this post is not to glorify unhealthy relationships but to *understand* the ship better.

Also I am NOT a mental health specialist, just someone very interested in psychology. Apologies if the terms are not accurate.

-Analysis of Montresor’s Behaviour-

• Montresor is a lovebomber, like many manipulators and ab*sive partners are. I suspect the reason Will is so heads-over-heels in love is because in the maze, Montresor had been the first person, probably in a long while, to ever treat Will like he is *special*. He uses the first time they meet to give Will the impression he is a ‘good guy’.

Proof:

*Once Lenore asks him to name one nice thing Monty’s done for him and he couldn’t think of anything, Will reminds himself of when they first met because that’s probably the time Monty was nicest to him. So, yeah, he’s in deep denial.*

*And note the fact that Monty is reaching out for Will’s hand. That’ll be relevant for our next point.*

• Monty seems to use the push-pull method. Similar to when he manipulated Ada, he takes advantage of when Will is at his lowest to become this ‘God’, this ‘saviour’. Then, he takes it away completely (aka he treats Will like shit) and leaves Will desperate for more affection.

Proof:

*After the manor arc, Montresor lets Will take a nap on his arm despite throwing a fit about Will touching him a few episodes earlier thus, the perfect example of the push-pull method. After denying Will what he wants, he gives it, to remind Will who is in charge*

*Back to the hands part, I believe Monty has made physical contact their ‘currency’, which he will withdraw and give whenever it is convenient to keep Will in line.*

Adding onto that, second proof:

*Will’s love language is definitely touch. LOOK AT THAT HUG. Montresor knows this and this is why touch is their ‘currency’.*

• Though, I do suspect Montresor is actually touch averse from his trauma, so if the push-pull theory is incorrect, (and it could be because he doesn’t do it to Ada) it’ll mean he really just doesn’t know how to love. This gives Willtresor a chance to *blossom.*

*Yes, I will add it in every Willtresor post. See that Montresor is the one initiating contact? MHMHM.*

• Lastly, I wanna end this section off by saying BOTH of Montresor’s romantic relationships that are shown in the series are with women who he sees as ‘lesser’, much like how he sees Will. Therefore, I think Monty and Ada’s relationship is the same as or used to be what Willtresor has.

-Analysis of Will’s Behaviour-

• Will’s problem is possibly that he loves Montresor only for that one thing he did in the maze. He is in denial and keeps hanging onto the hope that his ab*ser might turn out to be that ‘good guy’ after all. Much like most Willtresor fans are hoping.

• If it’s not obvious enough, neither of them were truly ‘loved’ in their life and IT SHOWS!!! But both of them have very different ways to cope with this. While Montresor wants to have power over others and use their ‘devotion’ to fill the void, Will lands on the other side of the spectrum, trying to please everyone in an attempt to feel like *someone* cares for him even if they don’t.

Proof:

*Literally the entire series, so I don’t know what to put.*

• Also, just wanted to mention how pure Will’s love for Monty is and how easy Montresor, or anyone really, can manipulate this.

Proof:

*Two instances of Will looking at Monty. First one being when they are walking with Annabel’s group; he has no reason to look at him but yet he did by instinct. Shows how he has it fully engraved in his mind that Monty is his one and only real friend. 😭 Sweet, sure, but also SCARY AS HECK.*

*Not entirely relevant, but to keep this post light-hearted: Monty also seems to look at Will instinctively too.*

Next proof:

*He respects Montresor’s boundaries oml. Will, while drunk and panicked, stopped himself before touching Monty because he’d said earlier not to. HE IS A SWEETHEART AHHHHH.*

And also, Will being such a lovesick idiot led to:

Yup. That concludes my speech on why Will’s puppy love for Monty is freaking terrifying.

-Overall-

• There is a chance this ship will bring forth the greatest redemption arc ever for Monty, but also a chance it’ll lead to either one or both of their downfalls.

More theories on this will be posted when I’m free. When it is posted, I will link it here.

(Please, please, please like this post. 😭 I love writing theories lol. If y’all like it too, I can keep going.)

[minnielvrr]

Skz AU: Captured-Teaser

Lee: Hyunjin Ler: Han Word Count: 567

A/N: A little something I'm working on🤭 Fair warning, this doesn't have much of a tickle scene in it (that's for the actual story)😋Enjoy~

Hyunjin struggled against the ropes, his shoulders screaming in pain from the unnatural position. His arms were wrenched behind the chair, rough ropes biting into his skin as they secured him to metal hooks at the back.

Han’s collection of blood-chilling torture tools lined the walls, each one meticulously placed, a silent threat. The room was a graveyard of twisted steel and pain.

Hyunjin gulped as discreetly as possible, fear clawing at his throat. He tried to hide it, but Han noticed. Of course, he did. Han stalked over, leaning in, uncomfortably close.

With a single finger under his chin, he lifted Hyunjin's head to look up at him. "Are you scared Jinnie? Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you too much. We have lots of time to play!"

"Don't you dare use that name. You lost the right to call me that that the moment you betrayed us." Hyunjin gritted out, eyes blazing.

Han just shrugged, as if he didn't care. He probably didn't, that damned traitor.

With a cold chuckle, Hyunjin whispered, "You’ll never be anything more than a lapdog, Han. A pathetic little pawn doing someone else’s dirty work.”

Han growled, frustration boiling over as his gloved hand snapped to Hyunjin’s throat. The rough texture of the rubber pressed into Hyunjin’s sensitive skin.

But instead of choking, he squeaked, cringing away, his face flushing red, yet Han held firm.

"Hmm?" He let out a quizzical sound, gripping Hyunjin's chin and forcibly tilting his face to the sides, examining his neck. Perhaps he was injured? Han could use that to his advantage to get the information he needed.

Chan muffled a giggle at the situation, everything being too funny for him to hold back. They would both be so screwed if Han realized what was going on. But something about the situation told Chan that Han wasn't planning to hurt them.

It was just a hunch but he felt quite sure of it, despite knowing close to nothing about the younger. Hyunjin stayed still as a mouse, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to stay quiet, every muscle tensed in a futile resistance.

Suddenly Han's hands slipped down his neck to where his shoulders met his ribs, brushing his gloved fingers curiously over the area. Hyunjin jolted, barely managing to rein in the shudder and whimper that threatened to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking his lips in.

He understood how dire this situation was. He knew Han would do whatever it took to get what he wanted to. He was infamous for his ruthless nature that made him perfectly suited for his job as an interrogator.

"Oh?" The smirk that adorned Han's face had even Chan, seated all the way on the opposite side of the room shivering. Hyunjin was not going to survive. It was over for them.

Cautiously, Han dragged the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin of Hyunjin's armpits. "Mhmhm!" Hyunjin protested, lips pressed together desperately. He had to endure this, he had to, he had to!

He tried to curl in on himself but quickly remembered the current position he was in. He was helpless. There was nothing he could possibly do to even mute those torturous sensations spreading all over his skin.

Han, on the other hand, seemed to relish every moment, his mind racing as he realized the control he now had over Hyunjin.

[ask-the-neighbores]

For Eduardo and Mark; how did you 2 end up together and engaged? :D

Mark: Oh, mhmhm. Let me tell the engagement story, the proposerer.

Mark: Ya see, I had a whole day planned, but everything seemed to be going slightly wrong. I made him breakfast in bed, but accidentally burnt the toast.

I took him out to lunch, but it started to pour rain. I chose an outside table because it was sunshiny and beautiful for a moment!!! Damn England....

Then we went to the theater to see a show, but this person wouldn't stop talking, someone was coughing, baby crying. Oh just awful.

After dinner, which was alright despite the wait on our food being forever, the skies cleared up. And as the sun set, my nerves from the day started to drift away as well. I knew then, watching the sun go down, atop a hill above the whole town, it was finally the perfect time.

And even though my perfect day wasn't perfect, nothing could ever replicate the rush of excitement and joy from that moment.

Eduardo: Hey, that's what I'd call a perfect day. I was with you the whole time, no matter what was goin on around us. And I can't think of anything better than bein with nobody but you. That's what I'd call a perfect lifetime.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey ha! saw requests are open so i take the chance and may request something also sorry for the english 👉🏿👈🏿 soooo the thing is im obsessed with lucifer from sandman in an unhealty way and there is this idea in my head that lives rentfree so luci saves f/reader that is trapped "in" a demon that shows them there bigges fear and all the things and people that they did something to they regret so we are crying and fearing but luci comes like " T_T...you shouldnt be here" grabs over our shoulder puts there wing protectiv around our back und guids us to the illusion that the demon is creating at a point where the illusion brings us to hesitate the next steps luci push us forward and be like the lightbringer angel they are and we are like 🥲🥲🥲 mhmhm thanks and fluff stuff

i know its kinda specific and its ok if your not up to this but want to drop here im a fan of your writhing so im looking forward to everything you post xD

so have a good one ans thanks for your time 🌚❤️

Hiiii anon!! Thank you for the request! It’s detailed, and I love that 🥰 I tried to follow your request as best as I could. Hope you Enjoy!! 💞💞

Shadow Shadow ~Soft!Lucifer Morningstar xGN!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: angst, happy ending fluff, demonic possession, crying, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, greatest fears, comforting, pet names, fluff ending, etc.

Enjoy (:

The dishes had piled up in your kitchen sink. They had been bothering you all day, so with a sigh, you got up and went over to address them. You started cleaning the dishes one by one…

Your ears perked up when you thought you heard the door move. You looked back at the kitchen door, but it hadn’t moved. Odd, you thought.

Suddenly, you felt something invade you.

The feeling was hard to explain… Your eyes rolled back and you started levitating off the ground slightly, as a sharp, yet un-uniform, non-physical shape pierced and entered you. You let out a strangled scream as you started to feel your body go numb. You were sucked into yourself, having no control over your body anymore, somebody else was now at the wheel.

Everything around you was dark. You could still vaguely see through your eyes, but you were being pulled into the darkness more and more.

Suddenly you were pulled into a memory filled with true fear and terror. You started to shake as you were forced to relive these twisted thoughts and memories. They were warped, having heightened fear and fright. You started crying, falling to the ground and shaking uncontrollably.

You didn’t know how long you were in those state, but you were cradling yourself on the ground, scared to death and sobbing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you heard a voice, not one of your own.

“You should not be here…!” The booming voice exclaimed.

You then felt the invasion start to be pulled out of you.

The feeling was still hard to explain… Your eyes rolled back and you started levitating off the ground slightly, as a sharp, yet un-uniform, non-physical shape pierced you once more, but this time exiting you. You let out a strangled scream as you started to feel your body come back to you. You were sucked back out of your depths, having finally control over your body again, the somebody else at the wheel now gone.

When your vision came back to you, you saw a tall figure with strong wings standing in front of you. You were still shaken and scared for your life. Your lip trembled and you immediately put your hands in front of your face to protect yourself.

“My name is Lucifer.” The large being spoke softly, bringing one of their wings around you, “What’s your name, little thing?”

The wing around you made you oddly calmer. You felt protected. And you felt like you could finally breathe.

“I… Y/N…” you whispered, wiping the tears away for your eyes.

Lucifer nodded slowly in understanding.

“That is a lovely name.” They cooe, “I am sorry that you had to experience that, my sweet…”

“What… W-what was that…?” You whispered.

Lucifer sighed.

“One of my more roudy demons who got away from me.” They admitted, “It won’t happen again. You need not worry.” They reassured you.

“No but what was that…?” Your voice trembled as you thought back to the horrific feeling that you had felt in every bone of your body for that time.

You winced and tears threatened to spill down your cheeks once more. Lucifer sighed in sympathy.

“You see, Demons like to thrive off of the human mind… And this demon specialized in fear” They explained gently, “So the demon pulled out your biggest fears to feed off of and survive inside you. Humans call this possession.”

Tears began to flow down your face once more. You nodded at their words.

“It was so awful…” you choked out, your voice cracking.

Lucifer’s wings held you closer and their hand came behind you to rub your back.

“I know, little one…” they cooed lovingly, “But the demon is gone now. It will never bother you again.”

“Ok…” you whispered, looking up at the Lightbringer with watery eyes.

“Thank you” you choked out.

“Anytime, little one…” Lucifer gently spoke, “I’ll come back to check on you soon, alright…?”

You hiccuped and nodded. Then Lucifer left and you were back in your kitchen. With your dishes.

~~~

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

[goresyard]

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

˖　📥　𐔌꒰　　𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 '❔' 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒!　　✶　　answered / still accepting.　　✱

kronk my beloved my silly himbo, most of these are just disney or dreamworks muses! if there are any anime muses that you see that could fit please lmk too!!

✦　　prince naveen. we've already gotten something going on for the both of them, but i've been thinking hard about their dynamics in general and it's actually super, super cute to think about! naveen loves food, it's an important way of indulging into different cultures. and they both just really vibe with each other! 10/10 choice on your end.

✦　　eugene fitzherbert / flynn rider. oh the chaos i can already taste it. i think it'd be really interesting if they knew each other before flynn got redeemed as a thief! kronk could've been a previous target for flynn's thievery. :] also kronk's ability to speak squirrel would've made so much ground for eugene's teasing.

✦　　hiccup horrendous haddock iii. very cute dynamic, brains and the brawns. it'd start off a little awkward at first since hiccup's not exactly used to kronk's kindness and unconditional genuineness when they're much more used to viking brashness like tuffnut and snotlout. PLUS, both of their loves for animals!! it may make him a little weary at first, but trust they'll adore each other's company as we develop, mhmhm.

✦　　jacob holland. grizzled adventurer meets big hearted goofball. jacob would start off skeptic in a universe where kronk's brought in as their new chef, can he handle the seas? what's gonna happen if a sea monster attack goes awry? i think he'd find kronk a tad bit unreliable first with brawn's over brains, and struggles to find things for him to do around the inevitable, but with time, he'd probably come to terms with it and find that he's extremely capable.

✦　　kristoff bjorgman. oh i think they'd get along immediately, two big lugs of the same energy, wholesome outdoor brothers who could happily spend days camping, ice–harvesting, and chatting with woodland animals, occasionally shaking their heads at each other’s weirdness but always trusting each other completely. kristoff would find his constant optimism a little strange, but like with anna, he'd warm up to it pretty quickly.

[heavy-heavy-rain]

Haru has made Halara a cappuccino using coffee beans Haru has personally hand-grown and hand-grounded down!

She hopes she enjoys it! She made it as best as she could based on how she knows Halara likes it~

Don't worry, she brings it directly to the detective as not to disrupt the enby and their time with Lucy, whose nestled atop that belly.

"Nice and sweet... this is good craftsmanship, Haru." Halara smiled, satisfied in a way Haru rarely saw in them. This was the warmest and coziest they'd ever felt in a long time, after all.

And of course, not to mention the art poured on the top.

"Mhmhm... no, no, Lucy, this isn't for you, sweetie." Their smile widened as they noticed Lucky pawing at the cup from below. "I'll fill up your water in a bit, once I'm done with this."

[heaven-s-black-box]

The Curious Case of the Fett Family- ensemble

Return to File

Recovery date: June 18th, 2022

Description: The Fett family, a large family with too many cousins to count and somehow they all look almost identical. Here's a quick look at a day of school.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 885

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“Did you study for the test?”

“Which one?”

“Mhmhm?!”

“Wrecker,” Echo sighed, walking up behind his cousins with Fives, “don’t try to talk with your mouth full, you’ll choke.”

Fives started choking on the granola bar he’d be shoveling into his mouth, and Echo let out an even more exhausted sigh and patted his back.

“Well if it isn’t the Domino twins,” Crosshair said.

“Hi Echo! Fives!” Omega cheered, poking around from the front of the group.

“We have a test?!” Wrecker yelled, finally finishing his sandwich. Tech nodded, while Hunter just hung his head and sighed. “Hm, hey Echo, wanna take my test for me?”

“We look nothing alike.”

“A rarity in this family,” Crosshair mumbled before unwinding his earbuds and putting them in.

“We look everything alike.”

“Echo is built like a twig and you’re built like a barn,” Fives laughed. 

“No one in our family looks close enough to you to take your test, you should have studied like the rest of us.”

“Your tests sound hard.”

Everyone nodded.

“Hey kid, you coming to the rugby game tonight? Could really use a cheerleader.”

“If I don’t have too much homework.”

“Aww, why do you have to be so responsible?”

“Is Hevy playing today?” Hunter asked Echo and Fives.

“The doctor said he can, but it’s up to your coach in the end,” Fives shrugged.

Echo muttered, “I wouldn’t.”

As they approached the crosswalk, Omega grabbed on to Tech’s sleeve as the group crossed before bouncing away with a wave.

Tipoca secondary school, Tipoca middle school, Coruscant secondary school, and republic general secondary school were the four schools that the Fett family attended. Even though most of them lived in the same area, the domino twins and self proclaimed “bad batch” lived right across from Wolfee and his brothers, they were spread out across three high schools.

After the fiasco that was middle school, they’d tried to break themselves up as much as possible. The sentiment “If I get mistaken for _____ one more time!”, was held by most of the cousins.

“Good luck on your test,” Fives waved, heading off towards his locker.

---

“So, Hunter says Omega gets out at 3:30, if we leave at 3:20 we can pick her up, grab dinner and get RG before-”

“Ah!”

“What?!” Cody jumped, looking up from his phone at Rex.

“I- uh… You know what, it’s nothing, sorry. Here’s your caf.”

Cody took it suspiciously and slowly brought it up, carefully watching Rex, waiting for him to give something away. His brother kept a stone cold face, adding milk to his own caf and taking a sip.

The second the drink touched his tongue he spit it back out.

“You put salt in my caf!”

Rex burst out laughing, nearly tipping over his mug.

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?”

“It’s not my fault the Dominos don’t label anything! Who even keeps their salt in a container?”

---

“Aww, it’s so cute,” Gregor cooed, staring through the window of the pet shop.

“We’re not stopping to play with the dogs Gregor, come on.”

“That one reminds me of you.”

“I’m going to leave you.”

“Oh come on, why not get another member for your pack? You can call him Wolffe jr.!”

Wolffe ignored him and started back down the sidewalk, shifting his grip on his grocery bags. Gregor stared at the dogs a little longer before realizing Wolffe was serious and jogged after him.

“What’s with all the food anyways?”

“Rex and Cody are back from school.”

“Wait, I thought they were taking a trip with some of their friends?”

“Jesse.”

---

Cody and Rex listened intently as Omega went on about her day and the research assignment she was working on for her space unit. They headed around back to the field where the Republic General secondary school was playing against Tipoca secondary school.

“This is gonna be great,” Droidbait laughed. “Common Hevy, kick their butts. Prove that we aren’t a bunch of Dominos!”

He was standing around with his brothers, hyping Hevy up.

“If we beat the Dominos again,” Tech started, “ we might need to pick another nickname.”

“Why, they’re still gonna fall over?” Wrecker laughed.

“Yes, but at this point it’s less them falling over now and more-”

“Us absolutely crushing them.”

“Come on, remember this isn’t just about us. There’s other people on both teams, if you want a one on one game we can just go to a park.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

As the two sides bickered and hyped eachother up, Wolffe and the rest of his pack took a seat in the stands with Gregor, waving over Cody and Rex.

Twenty minutes to the game, Echo, Fives, and Droidbait joined them to watch the warm up.

When the whistle blew to start the game, Omega cheered the loudest, a great feat considering she was going against Fives. In an effort to drown her out, all in good fun of course, Droidbait and Gregor joined in while Echo covered his ears and scooted slightly away. 

Taking it as a challenge, Rex joined Omega to cheer for her brothers. Sure it was loud, and they’d probably be asked to quiet down soon, but that was just how the Fett family rolled.

[return-to-limbo]

Obviously I agree, does that even need to be a question? It's dumb to even ask. Why do you type so seriously on your blog my god it's intimidating in a good kind of way

Nonono wait I take it back we're both fun and I think we should be out causing problems together. Can I like, cut open the top of your skull and talk half your brain and swap it with mine? We could yk share. wdym I don't use mine? I use it plenty, so super often mhmhm.

It was in the closing agreements of course! Wow you're really gonna harp on me for not reading the fine print but you didn't read till the end??? Hypocritical. Truly. Be my guest, get our lovely lawyer involved but! I think he'd side with me.

- 🍁

Oh haha, honestly that's the way I used to type. It's kinda become a habit after I typed that way for like a few months. But yeah, since you agreed I'm thinking of what I'd like to use. Hmmm maybe my fingers? I'm not sure, what do you think wifey?

Well if we're both out causing trouble then who will be cleaning up the mess? Surely you know that we'll get caught. Hmm yes sweetheart, I think I will share. I actually like holding on to yours, maybe I could keep it since you definitely aren't using it and definitely don't want it back right?

That's not fair, calling me a hypocrite. last I checked, you were the one who agreed for that clause to be added, since it wasn't me. And yet you didn't remember it. The lawyer is a favouritising jerk and I'll readily set him on fire... if only he weren't in possession of some very incriminating evidence against us both.