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[ohmybueckers]

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴: 𝘱.𝘣 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: you and paige make a bet to see who can go the longest without initiating sex. much to both of your displeasure, neither one of you are willing to go down without a fight themes/warnings: smut with very little plot, fingering (r receiving), oral (p receiving), strap-on use, exhibitionism if your squint (not really though just adding it to be safe), sexting, breeding kink (sort of) word count: 5.6k note: yes i wrote and proofread this in less than 24 hours. no, the timeline of this story does not make much sense with actual UCONN schedules. please suspend ur disbelief there, this is basically just filth xoxoxo enjoy

It all started on a Friday night in Paige’s apartment. The two of you laid on top of her comforter browsing places for a potential upcoming weekend trip. Dating one of the most prominent players in women’s college basketball was not for the weak, with the two of you often having to piece your busy schedules together like a puzzle to find enough time for a simple dinner or even time to coexist together. But occasionally, the universe (or Geno) granted you a gift in the form of time off for Paige. This meant you were able to disappear off to a romantic getaway with your girl for a bit. If you two could pick a place, that is.

“We could go to Miami?” You suggested, reading off a list on your phone. Paige leaned in to look, lightly tapping the side of your head with hers. Her arm rested around your shoulders, her hand drawing circles on your arm every once in a while. Her limb had fallen asleep about 10 minutes prior, but she would never tell you that.

“Don’t we wanna go somewhere a little more romantic?” Paige questioned, a point you failed to consider. “Plus you know I’m gonna get sunburnt on the first day.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re sunburnt.” You giggled in response, remembering the various vacation photos you’ve received over the years with Paige’s skin in ranging shades of red. Apparently, she didn’t seem to think so, as she looked at you pointedly with an eyebrow raised. You huffed, “Fine, what are your ideas.”

As Paige moves to unlock her phone, the two of you are interrupted by a sharp soundcoming from outside of her room. Paige’s face shifted to confusion at the same time as yours, the two of you sitting up on the bed as if that would help you detect the sound faster. Just as you were about to ask if Allie or Jana had decided to rearrange the furniture, you heard a clearer sound: high pitched moans, followed by a series of bang, bang, bang. You watched your girlfriend realize at the same time that these sounds were most certainly coming from the apartment above hers, sending you both into a fit of roaring laughter.

“Oh my God.” Paige chokes, throwing her head back and grabbing your arm to stabilize herself.

“I really hope we’re not that loud.” You cracked a joke, not expecting anything of it. That is until Paige looks at you in a way that screams “you can’t be serious” and you can feel your heart drop. “Paige, why are you looking at me like that?”

Paige bit her lip, nodding a few times for courage before saying, “Jana said she’s definitely heard us a few times.”

You groan loudly, flopping on the bed once more. “Kill me,” you plead, voice muffled by the pillows.

“I like the noises you make.” Your girlfriend comforts you between her laughs, rubbing your back. You stand, feeling as though pacing in her room will help work off some of the complete and utter embarrassment you were feeling right now. Sure, you knew you and Paige weren’t exactly the quietest. But receiving confirmation that others had heard you in your most vulnerable state was humbling to say the least.

“It’s not my fault I’m dating the horniest girl on the planet,” you quipped in an effort to make yourself feel better. You watch as your girlfriends jaw drops, her head cocking to the side.

“Woah,” she all but yells, her head shaking. “I’m the horny one?”

Her expression is so comical, with her eyes practically bulging out of her head, you can’t hep but crack a smile as you defend your position. “You initiate constantly.”

“You initiate just as much as I do! Plus all those photos you send me on away games.”

You blush, remembering all the nights alone where the bed seems just a little too cold without your tall blonde girlfriend by your side. Nights where you open the drawer of various lingerie you and/or Paige had picked out throughout the years. It was a winning move all around: you got to feel sexy with every snap you sent to Paige, both of you got off to it, and it usually meant that your sex after she returned was even better. “Yeah, because I know you like them.”

“There’s no way I’m hornier than you, bro.” She throws her hands up. To be fair, as you watch her sit on her bed legs spread apart, donning a grey Nike hoodie and black sweats, you think she may have a point. This doesn’t stop an idea from popping in your head.

You sauntered over to her, legs straddling one of hers as she looked at you curiously. You sat yourself down, hands reaching under the hoodie and lightly tracing at bare skin. “Okay, prove it.”

“Huh?” She asked, her voice gravelly. I got the advantage already, you think to yourself mischievously.

“First person to initiate sex loses.” You propose, expecting an absolutely not from her. To your surprise, she seems even more intrigued.

“Ok, what does the winner get?”

You think for a moment. “Bragging rights,” you decide, adding. “and the choice of movie on movie night for the next month.” Though you both cherish your movie nights when you’re able to sneak them into the week, trying to agree on a movie is a battle.

“Deal,” Paige sticks her hand out, acting like some sort of businessman. You play along, accepting her firm grip, which she used to pull you in closer, her gaze still roaming your body. “and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

Her head moved closer and closer. You could feel her breath on your skin, sending goosebumps up your arm. She peppered a few light kisses on the back of your ear before whispering, “I think we both know who’s going to win this, baby.”

Two days after the bet

This may be the worst idea you’ve ever had.

In the hours after you first proposed this little competition, the rules as to what counted as initiating became more explicit. Kissing, grinding, and the like were all okay as long as third base was not crossed. Should be easy enough, you thought, recognizing that you could do a majority of your favorite acts of intimacy without forfeiting.

What you failed to consider is just how much more appealing sex was when you knew you couldn’t have it. Little things from seeing a sliver of Paige’s toned torso as her shirt rode up reaching for the top shelf to how her hair got wavy after she had taken a post-practice shower got a reaction out of you these days . You were going insane, and yet your girlfriend appeared to be cool and collected. You truly should have expected this. There was no universe where Paige Bueckers wouldn’t be competitive, even over some dumb shit like this.

So when you woke up in her bed, approximately 30 minutes before her alarm to get ready for the bus taking her to a game in New York, you planned to change that. Gently loosening the grip she had around you, you reach you head up to pepper kisses on her cheeks, watching her stir before blinking her eyes open. Once they are able to somewhat focus on you, she offers a tired smile. “Mmmm, good morning to you too.”

Her hand cups your face, connecting you in a sweet kiss. You got her exactly where you want her. You let yourself melt into the kiss for just a moment before swinging a leg around to straddle her. Though the blonde was never much of a morning person, she suddenly seemed a lot more awake. Reaching for the bottom of Paige’s crewneck that you borrowed (stole), you pulled it over your head before throwing it to the ground with the rest of Paige’s clothes. This action sent Paige’s line of vision straight to your breasts, which you kneaded in your hands as you lightly ground down on her pajama covered crotch.

“Shit, Y/N,” She was seemingly mesmerized, unable to resist and you lean down and capture her lips once more, both of you a lot needier than before. Her tongue slips in, and it takes everything in you to pull away long enough to nibble at her ear.

“We got time before you have to make your bus.”

Her hands reach around to feel your waist, before coming back around to cup your tits. “Oh really?”

You nod, humming as you feel your victory is imminent. “You gonna give in, Bueckers?”

“Oh hell no,” her eyes widen, her movement in her hands stopping abruptly before removing contact entirely, a move you were less than pleased by. Still on top of her, you raise your eyebrows, an action which she returns. “What, you seriously thought I was gonna lose from that?”

Damn, she really didn’t have to be that harsh. “Ouch.”

Her laughter comes to a halt, her expression softening as she brushes your hair out of your face. “You were so sexy, you always are.” She gushes. “But I told you; if anyone here is losing this challenge, it’s you.”

You whip your leg back around, moving to a standing position and grabbing the discarded crewneck before throwing it back on. “Whatever,” you sulk.

“It’s a shame, too.” Paige follows your lead, moving to a standing position and grabbing your waist, making it abundantly clear just how much taller she is. She puts a finger under your chin, lifting so you’re forced to make eye contact. “I was getting real excited about being inside you.”

You have to physically hold yourself back from shivering at the comment, not wanting to show Paige just how much pressure was between your legs. “Go pack,” you crack a small smile, gesturing to her almost empty duffle.

Six days after the bet

Paige was off at an away game, this time much farther than just a state away. This required her to spend two nights away from Storrs, making the challenge just a little bit easier. Sure, you missed your girlfriend. But considering the circumstances it was nice to not have such a close reminder of how much you wanted to jump her bones.

You kept yourself busy the days she was gone with classes, extracurriculars, and time spent with friends at the student union. By the time you got back to your apartment the second night she was gone, you were completely wiped out, midterm week beginning to take a toll on you. Upon checking your notifications waiting for you while your phone was on do not disturb, you spot a snapchat notification from Paige. Sitting on your bed, you open it.

She’s sat in what appears to be her hotel room, snapback hat covering the top of her head. Her tongue is all the way out, paired with the caption “Miss you my sweet girl. Can’t wait for munch madness.”

While on any other day you would only be hyper focused on the pure absurdity of the photo, her tongue and the implications in the message had a downright embarrassing effect on you. Preparing to send back a more normal photo, your eyes make contact with the top drawer of your dresser, reserved for very specific articles of clothing. Two could play at that game.

Your red set had always been her favorite. You bought it at a smaller boutique towards the beginning of your relationship. Paige went so feral over how it hugged and accentuated every curve of yours the first night you wore it. You brought this set out on rare occasions, but figured this was enough of a reason to dust it off.

You knew exactly what angles she liked, showing off your body while disguising your face just enough to feel comfortable sending it. So when Paige sent back a chat which read "You’re gonna be the death of me,” you relished in the small victory you reached over her.

What are you thinking about? You send back, which Paige reads immediately.

How good you’d look sucking my cock in that, pretty girl.

The message nearly makes you choke on your own spit. It wasn’t every day that Paige brought out the strap. Many days, the two of you preferred intimacy just before bed, with Paige trailing her fingers under your pajama pants and you eating her out under the covers. But in some occasions, whether it be moments after a win or other times Paige was feeling particularly cocky, best believe she was ready to have you bent over seven different ways.

Want it so bad. You almost cringe at just how desperate you sound, but who could blame you?

Paige’s bitmoji popped up and down a few times, pondering before sending; Going to bed soon. See you tomorrow ;)

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you groan as your head hits your pillow. If you couldn’t have the real thing right now, you would at least settle for Paige talking (texting?) you through an orgasm. More frustrated than when you started, you reach a hand into your lace underwear, seemingly gone to waste.

And when Paige returns the next day and is able to stray from touching you outside of a quick makeout session, you wonder whether or not this bet was even worth it - you would be perfectly fine sitting through Disney movies for the next month if it meant your girlfriend could at least fuck you afterwards. But more than anything, you were still playing for your pride. After all, you knew this was the kind of shit that Paige would never let you forget.

Two weeks after the bet

After your failed seduction via Snapchat, you ruled it wasn’t worth it to try to get Paige to fold, and that your energy was much better used in not getting yourself to give in. Thankfully, your girlfriend had been booked and busy with two more games, one of which was a home game you attended. When it got to the point where Paige’s arguments with the refs were beginning to turn you on instead of simply make you laugh, you knew you were in deep, deep shit.

There were very, very few times you were forced to resort to masturbation typically, Not that there was any shame in it, its just that you always had Paige to help you out. Even if her schedule forced you to wait a few extra hours or even a day to get your release, it was a negotiation you were willing to take. Even though you knew your own body and what you liked, Paige seemed to have your body memorized, knowing just how much pressure to put on your clit and the precise second to speed up. Masturbation was essentially reserved for when Paige was physically not in the same state, and even then she helped where she could (as was to your detriment last week).

However with Paige gone at a practice on a Friday night and your friends all refusing to go out in the pouring rain, you were left alone in your one bedroom apartment and bored. That combined with the arousal that had been pooling inside you for weeks now was a lethal combination.

You tried to starve it off, you really did. You left the door unlocked for Paige later, just in case practice got off on time (it nearly never did) and she had time to swing by your place. A little part of you hoped she would break tonight, give you exactly what you needed. But at this point, the chances of that happening were sounding less and less likely, even to the most delusional section of your mind.

So you spent your night eating leftovers and binge watching your current Netflix fixation, trying to ignore how you would much rather be spending your night. Your legs rub together in your bed, soft and smooth from your nighttime shower routine. Pressing your thighs together, you sigh, unable to resist. Fuck it.

After shutting your laptop and placing it on your bedside table, you remove your pajama pants, tossing them to the floor. You could feel yourself dripping even from outside your underwear, breaking any last reservations you had on indulging in self pleasure. Reaching in, you put pressure on your clit, immediately melting into the touch.

Unknown to you, practice for UConn didn’t get out on time this night - it got out early, an uncharacteristic move for Geno who felt that the players would be better off resting their bodies before their upcoming games after a long week of practice than another hour of running the same drills. Though normally Paige would use this extra time to go to Ted’s with the rest of the team, she was more than happy to return home to you - even if this stupid bet was still going on.

The truth is, Paige had been just as wound up all week. If the two of you weren’t equally as competitive, she likely would have forfeited in the first three days. Honestly, its not like she would necessarily disagree that she was the hornier one out of the two of you - I mean, anyone who saw you would be. It was the definitiveness in your voice that got to her. She always loved proving people wrong.

She knew your door was unlocked, but gave it a light tap just to notify you of her presence. Normally this would prompt a “come in” or “it’s open”, but this time she was met with nothing except for the muffled sounds of your neighbors pregaming. Curious, she opened the door, walking into your living room with a call, “babe?”

Though you heard her, your brain was slow to process, too focused on the sweet relief you were getting. As you heard footsteps pad towards your room, you finally developed enough sense to slow your breathing, about to will yourself to remove your hand when the door swung open, all six feet of your sweaty, rain soaked girlfriend standing in the arch.

For a beat, the two of you looked at each other like deer in headlights, your hand still in your panties and her jaw on the floor She noticed the same moment you did, her eyes trailing as you quickly removed the digits.

Paige slowly set her backpack on the floor, blue eyes still never leaving you. Her gaze was filled with something you couldn’t quite detect - was it anger? She made a slow stride over to you, her hands shoved in her pockets, and you realize just how dilated her pupils had become. Nope, definitely not anger. More like pure arousal, mixed with admiration.

“Keep going,” Her voice is low, accent thick. You want to question it, but she adds on a,“Please.”

Shocked yet intrigued, you slowly trail your hand back down, tracing your nipple and lightly kneading the soft tissue of your breast. Paige licked her lips, watching the show you were putting on intently. Her pupils dilated as you finally make your way to your cotton panties, hooking your fingers under the sides and pulling them down just enough to give yourself more mobility and add more visual appeal for Paige. Paige hardly had time to be embarrassed by how much of an effect your wet pussy had on her after a two week drought, not when you immediately sunk a finger in while maintaining your hungry stare on her.

There was a beat of silence, the only sound in the room being the faint suction of your core gratefully accepting the relief from your middle finger. You don’t know whether it was the fact that you hadn’t cum with your girlfriend in weeks, or the fact that she was staring at you hungrily, but you couldn’t hold back the moan that raged through you, ending in a sharp whine. Paige inhaled, her eyes shutting as if she couldn’t bare to look. Exhale. Then, the silence was broken.

“Fuck it.”

You hardly had time to blink before she was on you, a hand reaching down and borderline yanking your hand away from your clit, replacing it with hers. The other hand reached for your face, connecting your lips as her fingers began making messy circles.

You melted into the kiss, thankful for the way it muffled your moans as Paige slipped a finger in, still paying good attention to your puffy clit. Your legs began to tighten, and you could almost cry because of how overwhelming it all was. You never thought just fourteen days without sex would do such a number on you, as you and Paige has certainly gone longer, but the fact that it was forbidden combined with the knowledge that you got her to snap like she did caused a rush of warmth to your core.

“You feel so good.” Paige’s voice comes out muffled by your lips, her breath labored. You love when she does this, riling herself up just by getting you off. “Missed this pussy so much.”

“Paige, please,” you don’t quite know what you are begging for, but the pure desperation in Paige’s voice has done a number on you. After over a week of feeling like the needy one, the way Paige is fucking you now is nothing short of satisfying and you need more. “Need you so bad.”

“I know, I know.” She whines, her face hiding in the crook of your neck. She was convinced if she took one look at you while you were asking (no, begging) her for more, she wouldn’t be able to hold back from cumming in her pants. Between sloppy kisses to soft skin, she babbles, “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise. Gonna make you cum.”

That was Paige in a nutshell. No matter how tired she was, or how much the ache between her legs begged for her attention, she put your orgasm before hers always. She paid attention to the way your breath quickened, your legs becoming impossibly stiff, and she whispered, “You close?”

All you could do was nod, so focused on your release that forming coherent sentences was not in the cards for you at the moment. “Go ahead, wanna feel it.”

Your release rushed through you, warm and all encompassing, and it took all your strength to remain somewhat quiet as you exhaled through it, your moans coming out more as whines if anything. As your breath steadied, Paige’s mouth returned to yours, this time more sweet as she brought you back down.

In your post-orgasm glow, you widen your eyes just enough to look at your girlfriend, the front tendrils of her hair damp from both sweat and the storm outside. A blush floods her face as she grins at you, prompting you to pull her down for a kiss.

“Wanna use my mouth on you, that okay?”

Paige nods, her eyes wide and breath labored from the performance she just gave to you. The two of you switch positions, her laying down on your pillows while you crawled over her, moving down her body. Though you wanted nothing more that for her to just sit back and relax as you showed her just how grateful you were for her, she did aid you in removing her drenched hoodie, the two of you laughing as it momentarily got stuck on her head (in any other circumstance you would scold her for laying in your bed with wet clothes, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment).

You kiss down her torso, watching her toned core flex in reaction as she inhales sharply. Her hands reach down to your shoulders, and you know exactly what she wants - she would just never outright ask. Looking up, eyes wide, you smile sweetly. “Grab my hair, baby.”

She sighs, fingers interwoven in your hair as you make work on her pants, pulling them down along with the boxers you love so much. You press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, ignoring the area begging for your attention until Paige huffs, “please, waited long enough. Want you so bad. Need you so bad.”

You bite back a grin, loving just how vocal your girlfriend gets. Giving in, you press a gentle lick to your girlfriends core, feeling her thighs tense in reaction, before giving her all of you and finding her waiting clit.

“There you go, good girl. Oh fuck,” She melts into your bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she’s overwhelmed by the sensation. Unlike you, who at least got the opportunity to indulge in self-pleasure, she never had the time, either spending her nights with you, in a hotel room with her teammates, or too tired after a long day of practice. Wanting to make the most of your handiwork, she moved one hand to the side of your face. “Look at me”

Still sucking at her clit, you lift your head slightly, and she cries out as she sees just how drunk off of her you look, doe eyes watering as you lap her up. It’s all just too much for the blonde as she struggles to maintain her breathing, feeling familiar sensations way quicker than she normally should.

“I’m close… I’m gonna cum… fuck.” The words tumbled out of Paige’s mouth in quick succession, as if she severely underestimated just how quick she was to tipping over the edge. With a groan, her grip on the back of your head tightened as she met her release, your tongue lapping it up like it was your last meal.

You wait until she rides out her orgasm before crawling back up, her hands meeting your waist to help. You collapse next to her, head raising just in time to meet her waiting lips.

“Love the way you taste,” you hum in satisfaction, prompting a smile from your girlfriend. You lived for the come down after sex, where it felt like it was just you and Paige alone on this earth, nothing and nobody else to worry about. She rubbed at your back, and you get so wrapped up in the domesticity of it all you almost miss the next words out of her mouth.

“You got one more in you, baby?”

“What?” You croak, looking at her as if you must have misheard. You thought the two of you were on the same page, having cum so hard you couldn’t imagine having space for anything more than passing out next to her.

That is until Paige finds enough energy and strength in her legs to stand, backing up towards your dresser while still facing you with a smirk on her face. “You didn’t think I was joking when I was telling you how bad I want you to suck me off, did you?”

Fuck. Though you were tired before (and still are), you can’t deny the way warmth floods south, already wound up again after hearing the sounds Paige made as she released. You nod, and Paige opens the top drawer.

In this moment especially, you’re grateful for Paige’s idea to get two straps, one for each of your apartments. “More convenient that way,” she had said with a wink. Paige adjusted the harness to herself, her movements only faltering for a moment when she noticed you drop to your knees, Calvin Klein bralette still on.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop, right sweet girl?” Her thumb traces your cheek sweetly. You nodded, having done this just enough times to establish a gesture (three taps on Paige’s inner thigh) to indicate you needed a rest. You’ve never had to use it - Paige just absolutely refused to put herself in a position where she could hurt her sweet girl without safety measures.

You inch closer, offering gentle kitten licks to the tip of the dildo before opening your mouth to let it rest on your tongue. Paige, gentle yet firm, pushes you down a little further, and you inhale through your nose praying that you don’t gag so early on. Your thumb is caught in a fist on your non dominant hand, the other one wrapping around the remainder of the strap as you bob up and down.

“Fuck, thats it.” Paige groans as the back of your throat betrays you, resulting in a choking sound and a pool of saliva on the toy. When your eyes meet hers, watery yet determined, she sighs. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You remove your lips with a pop, gaze never wavering. “Need to be inside you, please.”

Paige, never one to deny your request, aided you in a standing position, hands at your waist as she backed you towards your bed, until the two of you were forced to crawl on top. Biting her bottom lip, she circles your core a few times before allowing herself to sink in, and both of you gasp at the intrusion as if the dick was truly a part of her.

“So big… you’re so big.” You whimpered as she began plowing into you, lifting one of your legs to where your knee was nearly to your chest. The sounds your pussy made as it gripped Paige’s cock were sinful, prompting a smirk from the girl above you.

“So scared of people hearing huh? Why’s this pussy screaming for me then?” Paige taunted, watching the purple dildo slip in and out. The room filled with slapping of skin and Paige’s cock genuinely swimming inside you - you can’t remember the last time you felt (or sounded) like this.

“Such a fucking tease all week, winding me up so bad.” Paige continued, her voice gravelly as she watched your tits bounce up and down with each thrust. Licking her lips, she added, “Just needed a good fuck, didn’t you?”

Your eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of the strap stretching you out. She was consuming all of you, from your pussy to your mind, and you forgot to respond until her hand grabbed your waist, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough pressure to snap your attention back towards her. “Words, sweet girl. I know you know how to use them.”

“Paige, please. Wanna feel you in me,” Your words come out as broken sobs as she stilled herself, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit just to feel something. You feel Paige offer a shallow thrust, but it isn’t good enough, you want more. Observing the way her brows furrowed in a last attempt to maintain control, you pout. “Wanna feel you cum inside me.”

You didn’t fully understand the grip those six words would have on her, not until in what felt like one movement she flipped you around, your knees planted on the bed and back arched as she entered you once more, both of you moaning at the contact as she drove into you like it was her mission. All of your senses were overwhelmed; your ears filled with the sound of your ass pushing back against the strap only to bounce back, mixed with Paige’s stuttering breath. Your head pressed close to the pillow, giving easy access to smell your freshly washed sheets. Turning your head to the side to breath, you could see your full length mirror capture the point where you and Paige met, the sight bringing you to the edge.

You’re sure two weeks ago you would have been utterly humiliated at the cry that leaves your mouth as your orgasm washes over you, but when mixed with Paige’s groans of “fuck”, you couldn’t give less of a shit if your neighbors heard. By now, they definitely knew Paige’s name.

Paige collapsed on you, strap still inside your spent core until she musters enough strength to roll over to her side. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, unsure of the last time you had gone that hard. Finally, still covering the top of her face with her arms, Paige breaks into a chuckle, which I catch.

“Holy shit.”

“Don’t say it.” She says, her voice deadpan. I take one look at her flushed cheeks, hair a messy collection of blonde tresses, and consider sparing her from my gloating. But after two long weeks, I feel passing up on the opportunity would be a waste.

“you lost the…”

“I know.” Paige groans, though her smile reveals she’s not being serious. “You try hearing your pretty little moans and not fucking you. It’s physically impossible.”

You laugh, moving to cuddle next to her as she haphazardly disposes of the strap, tossing it along with the various articles of clothing (you made a mental note to wash it later). “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think any of my actions the past week have proven I’m any less horny than you.”

Paige shrugged, arms wrapping around you and pulling your head into her chest, her lashes fluttering in a failing attempt to stay awake. “It’s why we work so well together, I guess.”

The two of you lay there, your breath matching hers, ready to put this stupid bet to rest along with yourselves. Reaching for the remote for your fairy lights to turn them off, you turn to her. “Just so you know, we’re watching a horror movie on Friday.”

“Worth it.”

[stunie]

“GONNA SHOW HIM YOU’RE MINE.”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request: “Can I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??”

mdni ! suggestive. 1.5K WC ; added togame ! :>

TOGAME JO. pet name ‘doll’ used!

“Him again?”

You adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. “Mhm,” you hum in response. “Said he needed help asking someone out today. I’m gonna help pick the flowers.”

Togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. It didn’t help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousness— you're dressed so cute.

The combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.

“Ah— what are you doing?” You yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. His arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.

“Togame, let go.” You whine, “I’m gonna be late!”

“Don’t wanna.”

The casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. He almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesn’t seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.

“Plus…..” he’s choosing to ignore your efforts to move him— or he just doesn’t notice them in the first place. “You don’t need to meet with a guy like that anyway.”

“And why is that?” You retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. “..Are you jealous?”

“Course I am, doll.” He grins, fingers pulling your top’s strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. His hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.

You can’t help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.

“Can’t stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.”

HAYATO SUO. reader described as having hair you can hold up (ie moving it to adjust a necklace)

“That friend of yours..” Suo coos against the shell of your ear, “really likes you, doesn’t he?”

He’s looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

“H-huh? He does?” your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.

“He does. You couldn't tell?”

In any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. But after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for you— he couldn't help it. A part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.

“No, I didn't know.” You whisper. “But you know I would've turned him down if he said anything-”

“I can help with that.” He interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. He plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“H-how?” you squeak.

You can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. “Just like this.” He whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.

The noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. He’s sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises you’re making just for him.

You think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark he’s left on your neck.

“It’s a good idea, right? Turn your head the other way for me now.”

KAJI REN. calls you ‘my girl.’

“W-what's wrong, Kaji?” You manage to stammer between kisses. “You’re a lot rougher today— is something on your mind?”

He pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.

There was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. He could already tell that only kissing you just wasn’t gonna cut it after all that’s happened today.

“‘S fine.” He mutters before he’s back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. “Oh— t-that feels good,” your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, “are you… mad still?”

“Mad at that friend of yours.” He growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. “He was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.”

“I’m sure he wasn't— ah!” You gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.

“Got me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that.” His teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard. “Gonna make sure he’ll get a nice and close look at these next time.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

Kissing Sakura is much, much different today.

He’s rough— hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. The way he’s kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.

“F-fuck,” he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.

“Someone's in a bad mood.” You giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. “‘M not mad.”

“You sure? What’s got you so worked up?”

And he hates that he doesn't know. He doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. All he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.

It should've been him instead— he thinks. And all he wants now is to have you.

Your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. “I don't know,” he admits through a deep blush, “just want…this.”

Just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. He accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.

Your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. He’s never heard you never make that noise before.

“D-don't stop, Sakura,” you urge, tugging at his hair, “feels good.”

He pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark he’s left on your skin. It’s a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feral— it scratches at the itch he’s had all day.

He doesn’t think he’ll be stopping anytime soon, at least.

“F-fine,” he growls. “Turn your head.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

Umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. You’re leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.

“He’s tryna steal you away from me,”’he whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. “S no fair.”

How you were able to reduce bofurin's strongest— the one standing at a staggering 6’2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. But in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.

It seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notification— and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.

It’s a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.

“He’s not, Haji,” you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. “He’s just my friend. And he’s asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.”

You don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.

It really wasn’t fair.

It only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. A great idea.

“..Are you gonna go with them? Tomorrow?”

You give him a nod, and if Umemiya had a tail— it would be wagging now. His lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.

Nothing, so far.

So he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closely— and still nothing. You only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.

"Haji— d-did you just leave a mark?”

“I did.” He’s grinning now, staring at the mark he's left— and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. It was only the first one tonight, after all.

“Want another one?”

[aninipanin1]

Lap pillows with Isagi? (I can imagine the rest of the guys getting jealous)

WHY HIM?

Notes: RAHHH I love Isagi so much, my loml, hope you enjoy!

"What the hell?!"

"Hm? Did you say something, Yukimiya-san?" You asked, tilting your head at the sudden outburst from the brunette player. You were busy tapping on your tablet, answering emails and other chores you were meant to finish as you ate in the canteen.

It was yet another day in Blue Lock, and the cafeteria was still empty except for you and Isagi until Yukimiya entered the cafeteria and found you sitting on a chair. Oh, but it definitely was not the one that caught his attention. Instead, his eyes glared at the slumbering striker that used the rest of the chairs as some sort of bed, with his head on your lap.

It definitely pissed him off, especially with how Isagi had his arms wrapped around your waist while sleeping away on your lap.

"How long has been here?"

"Oh, you mean Isagi-san? He was having a headache earlier, so I said he could sleep on me if he wanted to. So he did."

"Did he now?"

He swore to god that the veins on his forehead were so close to popping. What the hell was that bastard thinking? The shameless audacity to do this was just appaling to the brunette.

Okay, maybe it was because of the green envy running on his veins because he knows he does not have the guts to do this to you (he has a reputation as the gentleman to uphold) but damn, he did not know thag Isagi can be this...upfront.

Now, maybe it was you who offered to do this. It would not be surprising with your empathetic and caring nature, but are you thag clueless and oblivious, that you can let a random guy rest his head on top of your thighs.

"Damn, Isagi..."

He looked to be comfortable with it, too, softly snoring away and face nearly burying his face on your stomach.

It did not take long before the other guys also entered the cafeteria, and at first, it was all good and peaceful, probably because the exhaustion of practice wore them out. Though, they have yet to see the spectacle Yukimiya was currently glaring at.

But of course, it did not take long before the players searched for you. There you were, sitting peacefully, eyeing your tablet while eating, and on your lap was one Isagi...oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"What the fuck?" Barou let out the coldest curse he ever mustered out as he took in what he was seeing.

"Yeah, what the fuck indeed." Niko blinked, glaring at the slumbering raven haired striker.

"Am I the only who has the urge to grab his hair and drag him out of his position?"

"Nope. Do it, no balls." Otoya answered a pissed off Karasu, who looked about ready to jump someone.

"I think you guys are overreacting..." Nagi pouted, feeling jealous as well, but seeing as he always finds himself resting on your thighs when he is feeling extra lazy, he was not as worried as the others were.

"No, we're not. Isagi is dead." Reo said, not even paying attention that it was his turn to get his food from the machines.

"Y/n-chan! What happened with Isagi?" Bachira hopped to the seat next to you, seeing as the others were still too stunned to overtake it (they would always fight for the chairs closest to you, its like a whole Olympic game itself, believe me).

"Hm? Isagi-san was not feeling well, so I let him rest here!" And as if you could not make them anymore jealous, your hand found itself patting and massaging Isagi's hair to try and help relieve any left over pain from his headache even if he is still asleep.

The whole cafeteria was quiet. It is much too quiet than it usually is. But if you could only stop being oblivious for once, the hawk like glare everyone was giving Isagi was noise enough to scare and bother someone who has mental and common stability.

Too bad most of the Blue Lockers do not have that.

"He must have saved the world to be this damn lucky." Chigiri rolled his eyes, before continuing to eat his meal.

"Are we even sure that the headache is real or its just a ploy of his." Aiku doubted. Damn, now he wants to know how it feels to also lay his head on your thighs.

"Dunno, that's unlike Isagi. But still, no forgiveness on him. Traitor." Hiori sassed. Oh, he is definitely getting back at him at practice when he feels supposedly better.

"Oh, wait. Isagi-san, wakey, wakey. You need to eat to better your headache." You said in a whisper, gently shrugging the boy's shoulder.

With a groan, Isagi opened his eyes before standing up, still a bit groggy from his sleep. As he adjusted, you took that time to get him his food as quick as you can before putting it in front of him on the desk.

"Here, eat up! Say 'ahh'." You raised up a chopstick of pork to him to which the boy blushed at, before shyly accepting the pampering treatment.

"Now I wanna be sick. Come on, someone sneeze on me." Lorenzo commented from another table, moving Niko by his shoulders urging the boy to do something as if he knows how to make someone intentionally sick in the first place.

"Wifey material. For real, for real." Shidou blabbered, being stopped by literally Karasu and Nanase from going over to you and Isagi and doung whatever the weird demon had in his mind.

"Feed me too, Y/n-nie!" Charles hopped from his seat to where you are, which pissed off Rin so much he started chanting some curses and insults under his breath that he looked like he was summoning dozens of malevolent spirits.

"Um...okay, Charles-san. But maybe after Isagi-san, since he is sick." You happily accepted, although a bit confused as to why he wants you to feed him too.

"No one is stopping me from stomping on Charles."

"Kunigami no-"

"Kaiser-san, please don't bully Isagi-san. He was not feeling well earlier." You frowned at the German striker who is once again, acting like the cliche mean girl towards Isagi who just glared back at the man.

"Oh, no. Listen, häschen, I have a score to settle with little Yoichi here." Kaiser, who was not present earlier at lunch, heard what happened through word of mouth, and needless to say, he was jealous and pissed that his number one rival in the sport, is also his number one rival in another area.

"Leave me alone, Kaiser."

"How about you do that first with Y/n? Not be a creep?" The blonde striker retorted back with a smug smile on his face. The rest of the Bastard players just entered the field and did not even blimk when they saw Isagi and Kaiser fighting again.

It was another ordinary Wednesday for the German Stratum.

Meanwhile, you just looked at the tension between the two with confusion, trying your best to understand what they are even arguing about again.

'Is this what they call sexual tension? Well, do they even swing that way?'

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"Repeat what I said again, Y/n." Chris smiled, coaxing the girl who looked at him with understanding and determination to obey his words.

"No man is ever worthy of me. Especially hormonal football teenagers. And...um...what was after that?"

"You...?"

"Oh! I deserve someone who is a man who will take care of me well, instead! And if I don't find one, its better for me to be a single, free lady."

"That's my kid!" The blonde coach laughed loudly, patting your head as you smiled back at him, happy that you pleased your mentor and father figure.

Growing up, your father was not the best paternal guidance you had. He does not care about your emotional and psychological needs, only there to improve your intelligence. He never taught you life lessons about the world and how to survive its cruelty.

But now, it seems like you have many father figures (and a maternal figure) to learn the things you were never taught about before. So of course, you paid the utmost attention to the coaches' words and obey them as best you could.

"You're dooming Y/n to a lonely life?" Snuffy raised an eyebrow at Chris, a little doubtful and suspicious of the English man's words.

"Oh, come on! As a man who has been a teen, I know how most teens' minds work. They have to learn how to be a man first in order to treat the princess right. And I'll be the one to make sure of that!" Chris retorted at the Ubers' coach, which just led to Snuffy sighing before patting your head as well.

"He is right at some points. But don't take most of his advice too seriously."

"Hey!"

I know its short guys but pls bear with me I am experiencing writer's block again rahhhh. I think its because its my summer break and my mind is wired to just sleep and scroll lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed this still though

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[hottestvirgin]

15 + sunghoon 😵‍💫

𐙚 prompt #15 | “if you look away from me again, i swear i’ll stop”

𐙚 sunghoon x reader

the stretch was so intense, making you gasp and dig your fingers into his shoulders. the initial slide is overwhelming and like muscle memory, your body tries to flee from the pressure. “where you going?” sunghoon questions, manhandling you back in place.

whining at his words, you realized why you loved this feeling— the feeling of being so full of his cock that you can’t breathe or handle it. when he thrusts into you, your mouth hangs open in awe and you squint your eyes. “s’ so big.” you whimper, barely above a whisper while your eyes flutters and struggle to stay open.

sunghoon looks down at you lovingly, “it’s yours, baby.. have to take it for me.” his voice is shaky, something only you can hear during these moments. his soft yet rough hands pin your wrists down and he leans forward to wrap his lips around your swollen nipple. you whine loudly, throwing your head back.

“hoonie—” you sob, clenching hard around him. his cock is drenched in your wetness, creating wet, squelching noises that bounced off of the walls. it was so fucking good. every time he fucked you like this it was better than the next, and the next.

he shoves a slender fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing hard circles on it. he notices your immediate reaction and smirks, “just like that?” he teases, knowing exactly how good he’s making you feel, “look at me.”

eyes immediately opening to meet his, “y-yes. fuck me harder.” you mewl, and he chuckles at your small voice and how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. “that was cute.” he says before stabilizing himself and pounding his hips into you roughly. you reach out to hold onto his firm arms as he fucks the life out of you.

“ff-fuck!” a loud, dreaded whine leaves your throat when you feel him pound the deepest part of you, reaching parts nothing could ever reach. your fingers, your toys, nothing. only him.

he buries his face into your neck for a split second and starts leaving wet kisses onto your collarbones. “you’re taking my cock so well. hear how wet this pussy gets for me?” he moans, sitting up to watch himself disappear into your pretty pussy.

“k-keep fucking me..” you encourage, and after he stabilizes himself again, he makes sure he’s drilling his cock into the deepest part of you.

when he does this, it has you over the moon— drool dripping down your chin from how long your mouth has been open. “if you look away from me again, i swear i’ll stop.” he simply says. whining at his words, you stare back at him. “sorry..” you quietly say.

you follow his eyes down to where you were being penetrated. you were in awe at how swollen and full your pussy looked, stretching widely to take him fully. he groans at the sight, “you feel so good.” he says.

nodding at his words, “hoonie.. i wanna feel it deeper.” you tell him, and he leans down to deliver a small peck on your lips. “then turn around,” he says, pulling out of you, “and don’t try to run from it.”

[pennjammin]

Stuffed Full 'a Rubber!

you've been a naughty little thing - and if you thought you deserved his cock, well, your stupid is showing.

content. degradation, dumbification, masochism, dacryphilia, overstim, impact play, toys, gn!reader (sukuna, gojo)

word count. 2.3k

incl pairings. sukuna, gojo, nanami, geto.

‧₊˚ʚ :: ꒷꒦ 🌸 ˖˚˳⊹

A RIVER IN EGYPT. | r. sukuna

Sitting above you, high and mighty, is your new husband. He’s in one of the black hotel chairs, his suit jacket discarded, tie loose, buttons popped. A clear rocks glass of brandy swirls lazily in his fingers, and his eyelids hang low as he stares at your tear-streaked face.

“Can I please—”

“No.”

Your little cunt slides up and down on a lilac-colored rubber cock. You’re dripping so sloppily that your previous rounds of cum are all over the hotel room floor as you plead for mercy. 

But Ryomen does not know remorse.

Your legs begin to slow. Your hands are bound tightly behind your back by your own underwear, so all you can do is lean your chest against Ryomen’s pant leg and whine hopelessly onto his knee.

He sits up, taking another swig of his drink, before he cracks a harsh palm across the side of your already sore cheek.

“My stupid wife, keep it up,” he says, palm cupping your jaw as he spits in your face, “I'll bet you waited the whole reception for my cock, and now look at you. Stuffed with a fake one.”

You whine, but your cunt throbs in response to the spit and contact of his hand. You’ve been at this for thirty minutes at least, riding your toy for your husband’s viewing pleasure while his cocks bulge against his suit pants.

He’s so incredibly drunk and you’re a different kind of intoxicated. You want to be in a mating press with both holes filled, but he’s torturing you instead, forcing you to please yourself with a skinny piece of rubber instead of his double dicks.

The dildo slides up into you angrily, bending and curving deliciously into your g-spot while Ryomen degrades you for how fucked out your face looks.

“You understand how pathetic you look?” he grunts. “You’ll never look this way for anyone else, Mx. Sukuna.”

“Mmh,” you cut yourself off before making a bold move. 

You slide off of the toy and use your chin on Ryomen’s knee to pull yourself into a standing position. His back flies off of the chair, but you’re already grabbing the little purple toy with your bound hands and whirling on him.

He falls into your trap and grabs your waist harshly, “Brat, what the hell do you think—“

You use his grip on you to slide back against him until you have the dildo placed on his clothed lap. Now, all you have to do is stick the landing.

You hear Ryomen gasp; you suspect he hadn’t intended to, but when you’ve perched yourself on his thighs with the dildo back inside of you, he can’t hide his noises of surprise.

“Shit,” he zips through his teeth. His brandy crashes to the floor, brown liquid running across the carpet and pooling around the feet of the chair. Neither of you care.

His hands have no choice but to fall on your hips, sharp nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You expertly begin to pounce like a cagey little bunny, toes digging into the wet carpet for stability between Ryomen’s large dress shoes.

“Hmm, keep it up, cunt,” he groans maliciously, making sure his nails draw blood from your soft skin. "Two more orgasms. Then I'll consider fucking you, pathetically."

It takes everything in you not to jerk away. You fight the pain by hissing through your teeth and focusing on the rubber cock that fills you. Even as overstimulated as you are, feeling Ryomen’s heartbeat pound into your back and his breath glide along your spine turns you on all over again.

“H-Hate you s’much,” you whine, knowing it couldn’t be farther from the truth. You aren’t sure why you spit out that corny lie each time you fuck your husband, but you’re reminded when his next words come from his mouth.

“You hate me, huh, stupid bitch?” His laugh is demeaning and chilling. “Now you owe me three.”

“But–” “Nah, brat,” his fingers come up and tangle themselves in your hair, “eventually, you’ll learn to stop talking back to your husband. I own you. You are below me. And you will remember,” he yanks your head back, arching your spine painfully against him as you keep gliding the dildo against your slick walls, “your place.”

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! | s. gojo

Your one leg that remains on the ground is about to give out. Your knee bends each time your boyfriend’s cockhead rams itself into your cervix, sending painful signals up through your belly and down the nerves in your body.

You only have one free hand, and it’s splayed flat across the mirror in front of you that’s now covered in fingerprints and smears from drool. Your head goes back and forth from resting on the reflective glass to being yanked back against your boyfriend’s chest.

He holds one of your legs in the air. Red marks litter your thighs from the events previous to the two of you landing where you are now. Bite marks, claw marks, slaps.

And with his free hand, he holds your tiny red rose against your clit. Air vibrates over the bud and makes your toes curl while you’re simultaneously getting stuffed up like a holiday turkey. 

“Oh, it’s so drenched, pretty thing,” Satoru grunts deeply into your ear. His breath rides down the pulse in your neck and stops on your chest, making you shiver. “Covering me like a good slut, yeah? Sucking me up with your tight little hole.”

“I-I can’t,” you whimper, unsure what it is exactly you can’t do. Your brain is so jumbled, you don’t understand the words flowing out of your own mouth. 

“Can’t what?” Satoru purrs. “Can’t say you can’t handle it, cause you’re taking me so well. I’m so deep, feel me?” 

You do; buried deep in your guts is his fat, pink cock that threatens to shred you apart. 

The rose alone has taken you through two orgasms, and it seems Satoru and his cock pumping into you from the other side are determined to guide you through two more. He holds the toy to your clit with intention, dipping his head over your shoulder to get a better look at your arched body in the mirror.

Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and his blue eyes are nearly illuminated with lust, all for you, staring at the way you drool and contort your face with every stroke, knowing it’s bringing you closer and closer to the finish line. 

“Being so good, aren’t you?” he whispers needily, “Unlike earlier. Though you could walk around naked and I would just ignore you?" He cuts himself off to whimper. "You’re gonna pull the cum right out of my cock so I can fill you up. Isn’t that right?”

“Ngh- yes, Satoru,” his name comes out breathy and soft, and you watch the effect it takes on him in your reflection.

His knees nearly begin to buckle as he applies more pressure to the toy, which is all covered in your slick and his precum. His thick balls are abusing your taint as he picks up his pace to drive his own orgasm out - but it’s not his first, either. 

Yet feeling his hot, salty semen shoot into your cervix makes your own orgasm come, filthy and hard, legs shaking you nearly to the point of collapse as he forces you to ride it out on him, his strokes still long and steady.

“Satoru, no,” you whine, but you know you don’t want him to stop, that much is evident in the way you keep throwing your hips back to fit his rhythm. 

“Yes, baby,” he replies softly, “hold it right there - just like that.”

NO, YOU HANG UP! | k. nanami

“Miss you s’much, pretty.”

The words are lost under your moans as you shake. Your knees are angled in the air, your laptop open to the video call that displays your husband’s face from thousands of miles away.

His damned business trips were always terrible, but him insisting on torturing you with a vibrator that he could control in another country was even worse. 

“Ken…” you begin softly, knowing when you whimper out his name, he turns unnervingly obedient.

Not this time, though.

“You almost had me, darling,” he mutters into the mic. "Sending me such a naughty photo when you know I can't do anything to you. Tsk, tsk."

You watch as his thumb circles his screen, taking the vibrations from the lowest to the most extreme in mere seconds. He repeats this, even despite your legs shaking, or your cries for him. 

“The moment I get back, you wanna give me a reason to start decorating the spare bedroom? Hmm?” He coos your name softly, “Wouldn’t a crib look lovely in there, honey?”

In your cockdrunk stupor, all you can do is agree. He could fill your womb twenty times if he wanted with the way the toy is massaging your walls, draining you of all common sense. 

“I-It… yes, Ken.” Your head spins.

He lifts the phone higher to show you exactly what he’s doing, dragging the scale up and down, strategically stopping before he gets to the point that he knows would make you cum. 

“Really?” he questions slowly, leaning further into the screen as if that would give him a better view of his pussy - splayed out before him. “How would we decorate it?”

“We- uh…” your voice trails off. Of course you can’t answer at a time like this. Your brain feels smooth and mushy. And for fuck’s sake, you miss your husband.

“I’m listening,” he yawns, but you can hear his belt buckle moving, and see his shoulder shifting as he reaches into his pants to take himself out. His arm muscles start to flex as he strokes to your pathetic, whiny moans. 

“B-Bees and,” you stutter and struggle to find words, “flowers and…”

“Mm, a little honey for my honey?” Nanami questions, punctuating it with a grunt. He’s clearly working hard to pump his fist over his needy cock. 

“A-As many little honeys as you want,” you whimper, feeling the vibrations go back up, just so Nanami can hear you let out a cry. Just so he can use your pathetic noises as fuel to fuck his hand. 

“As many as I want?” Nanami echoes, voice still soft and guiding, even as he tortures you with the vibrator controls, even as he takes himself towards his own edge. “J-Just like, you’ll cum as many times as I want, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Mmh- d-dunno if I can, sir,” you say, knowing the nickname is enough to drive him mad.

“I think you can take it,” he says, finger rotating back to the very highest vibration setting that his phone will allow, making you scream and leak spurts of clear liquid all over your couch. 

Nanami watches in silence, aside from his wanton moans, eyebrows furrowed over the brim of his blue-light glasses. 

“So fucking beautiful. I need you,” he complains, voice deep and begging.

“Hurry up and come home so w-we can start painting the walls,” you mumble, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “y-y’know, of the nursery.”

“Right. The nursery.”

AYE AYE CAPTAIN. | s. geto

“I can’t hear you,” Suguru purrs from above. “You said, what? Stop? Speak up.”

Your thighs are forcefully parted by a heavy, black bar that cuffs to your ankles. Your boyfriend has an iron grip on it while he flushes a thick, curved toy in and out of you as you stare up at him hopelessly. 

You’re gagged. Tears are covering your sore cheeks. You keep trying to connect your thighs, but it’s no use with the bar. Meanwhile, he keeps pushing the toy inside of you. In and out, with the same smooth rhythm he usually pumps his hips.

Well, it would have been his cock, had you not decided to tease him all evening at the meeting. Taking a little longer to kiss him, dragging your tongue over his bottom lip, dropping your hand so that your knuckles accidentally grazed his dick through his robes.

“G-Geto, please, I can’t take another,” you breathe around your cloth gag, approaching your third orgasm already. He always recognizes it in your breath pattern, the way your moans pitch themselves up, so he knows exactly how to respond.

“Sorry, I wish I cared,” he fakes a yawn before quickening his wrist to fuck the cum out of you that much sooner.

Your back is off of the mattress, arching to the ceiling as you fight the spasming that has overcome you all over again. You break into a sweat and more tears brim your eyes, but there’s nowhere you’d rather be, than under him as he takes advantage of your cunt.

“This is what you wanted,” Suguru reminds, “this is what you spent all evening punishing me for, isn’t it?” He smiles, and laughs inaudibly, “You look fucking awful.”

You bite down on the wet cloth and let out a cry, some noise between fighting back and displaying how good it feels to be made fun of while there’s tears coming out of your eyes. 

“You look so helpless and stupid,” he coos, “and desperate and used.” He takes his hand off of the toy momentarily to crack his palm on your sore clit. “As if you deserve to not have your orgasm ruined. Hm. The nerve.”

And he cracks his palm down again, and again, and again - before he starts stroking the toy again, which at this point is being swallowed up by your abused hole.

You plead with him through the cloth, but the lack of remorse in his eyes is doing unnerving things to you. 

“Cum again and show me that you deserve to feel me,” he spits, and you obey immediately, flooding the bed and his wrist while he watches in disgust. “Nasty little monkey. All wet for me now.”

He pulls the toy out and examines your pulsing hole with his bottom lip between his teeth. You make eye contact for all of two seconds before he smacks your cunt again. 

“Stupid you for believing me.”

‧₊˚ʚ :: ꒷꒦ 🌸 ˖˚˳⊹

hello guys, long time no see <3

sorry for flaking in October i was in the trenches, mentally and also with my lack of creative juices but

we are so back. I have a few things planned for this next holiday season and i hope I don’t disappoint <3

love always!

~ pennjammin

[jungwondazed]

18+ only. / jake makes you ride his fingers 

“why not? it’s not like you haven’t taken something bigger, right?” your face is red hot as you look down at your feet, avoiding his eyes as he attempts to lean his body to the side to look up at you. that perfect grin is plastered all over him and it makes you squirm at his gentle teasing. 

you’re not doing this. it took you weeks for jake to convince you to ride him. there was something so vulnerable about inching yourself down his length and being in control of the pleasure. jake on the other hand, enjoyed seeing it a bit too much.

“hmm? what do you say?” he leans in to kiss your lips, taking his time to help warm you up. 

this convincing thing that jake always does, well he’s far too good at it. with his hands caressing every part of your body, running it along the sides of your hips to your lower back, you found it easy to unravel under his touch. 

he kisses you for a long time, so long you’re moaning inside his mouth before you even realize it. it feels good to be with jake, it feels good to do whatever it is he wants. 

his hands slowly linger towards your inner thighs, gripping any skin that he can to fondle you further, and you naturally open your legs to let him caress you. you gasp at his soft touches, the sensitivity turning you on by the second. 

not longer after, you position yourself to climb over jake, whining at how his fingers were just barely grazing the cloth of your drenched panties. you knew he wasn’t gonna touch you there until you got on top of it yourself, and the realization made you squirm. 

he stabilizes his hand right beneath you, and you start grinding on the pads of his finger tips.  

“j-jake, it feels, feels good like this.” you gasp all in one breath, grinding against him ever so slowly. your clit is pulsating over his mere finger tips, but it presses so firmly that you think you could cum if you were to keep going. 

“you gotta put it in too baby, want you to feel all of it.” jake says in between making out with your neck, small pecks being sprinkled every so often. 

you whine at his suggestion, and he runs his other hand to the back of your thighs, before hooking his fingers to pull your panties down to your knees, not bothering to pull them all the way off. 

he rests his hand flat, only sticking up his middle finger and it makes you blush profusely. there was something so submissive about riding a single finger, having him witness all of it with his clothes still on.

you run your folds along him, moaning at the skin to skin contact. rocking on your knees back and forth, the tip of his finger collects your slick.

jake brings his other hand to grip your waist, his hold more firm than you expected and you know he wants it in more than you do at this point. he guides your body to lower yourself down his finger, and you both moan together as you sink yourself around him. 

you sit on his palm for a few seconds, whining into his ear at how good this feels. his fingers are long, and hard. more than anything your own could ever do.

“ride it however you want now, _____. i can help you if you get too tired.” you nod at his reassurance, bringing yourself up, lowering down again and keeping a steady pace that makes you cry into his shoulder. bouncing on his singular finger felt good but you knew it wasn’t enough to get you to cum, and he brings his ring finger up to slide right into you. 

it was perfect like this now. you bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, stabilizing yourself to continue riding him. his knuckles were wider than the rest of his finger, and your hot slick leaked out every time your walls clenched around them. it’s so sticky down there, the squishing against his palm echoing every time you slam down. your whimpers and his heavy breathing joined alongside the messy noises, and it was the most vulgar thing you’ve ever heard.

jake works his lips all over your shoulders and neck, his chest rising against your own. he likes this doesn’t he? is this what he wanted? what was the good in watching his girl fucking herself on his fingers when he’s not being touched at all?

you pull your face up to watch his expressions, and he was gorgeous in his daze. the small corner of his lips rise as he realizes you’re staring at him, and it makes you lean in to kiss his lips deeply. he was such a perfect guy, the intimacy always feeling right with him. 

he begins to thrust his fingers up every time you slam down, making the pleasure grow even further. you’re moaning nonsense into his mouth, and he answers with “mmhmm”s and “i know”s in response. 

riding jake’s fingers makes you feel good after all. there was no longer any humiliation as the only thing your mind could focus on was getting closer and closer and kissing the handsome man in front of you. the handsome man that was smiling into your kiss as if there was anything amusing about this. 

“so close jake, -m so close.” you pull away to lean your forehead against his, closing your eyes as the orgasm starts building with every bounce on his fingers. 

“yeah you got it baby, cum for me, i know you want to,” his other hand runs itself all over your body, bringing you a comfort as you work yourself up and down a few more times before you cum all along his fingers. 

he groans as you do, fucking his hand hard against your cunt as you come undone, forcing your orgasm out longer than if you were to just have ridden it yourself. he keeps thrusting into you even after you tell him it’s all too much, because he knows you can take a few fingers. 

“j-jake, please,” you’re both out of breath as he slows down, finally steadying his palm to let you ride out the last of your high before you collapse entirely on top of him, fingers still deep inside you. 

he plays with your hair, and kisses the sides of your face as you catch your breath. his body is warm under yours, his firm muscles stabilizing your soft one. 

jake is gentle and patient, as teasing as he is, he warms you up so well when introducing you to new things that it all feels easy to explore your body with him. from the first kiss to your first time, to this. being in jake’s embrace even with his fingers deep inside you put you at ease, so at ease that he doesn’t wake you when you slowly fall asleep on his chest. soft pecks on your shoulders as he rubs your back up and down, until his eyes close too. 

[ninguitar]

୨୧　𝓔VERYTHING I WANT　˒˒　SM

─── ﹙🦇﹚months of tip-toeing around yours and megan's friendship leads to feelings surpassing friendship, that neither one of you realize were that prominent. with these feelings looming over you two, inevitably, it blows up in your guys' face.

pairing. megan skiendiel x 7th member f!r genre. angst & fluff wc. 2.4k notes. italics = memories/past event & bolded = lyrics embed into dialogue ^_^ #ilovebeabadoobee req here !! ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ everything i want by beabadoobee

YOU AND MEGAN SKIENDIEL WERE ALWAYS ATTACHED TO THE HIP—the two of you notorious for being like two peas in a pod by your guys' friends and fans.

so why was it different now?

it was through small, brief gestures from megan that you picked up to be her avoiding you. from sitting across from you anywhere and any time she could, to declining your usual move night invitation for the past weeks, you knew something was up, but you couldn't put your finger on what.

to keep your mind off of the tension twisting in your head, you begrudgingly accepted manon and lara's pleas to playing random games. while playing games with the two of them was definitely fun, it was excruciatingly difficult due to how competitive they were.

the three of you sat in the dimly-lit living room, controllers in each of your guys' hands. your hands move deftly across the controller, inclined to wanting to beat both girls. the sound of the intense, blaring battle music accompanied by lara's and manon's loud curses bounce off the walls, making you wonder how you guys never received a noise complaint at all.

as the round came to an end, your name displayed on the leaderboard for first place pops up on the tv screen, making you poke fun at the two girls, a mischievous grin playing on your face.

"god, you suck, peanutbutterlover02," you tease manon, nudging the girl's shoulder, while both manon and lara's faces contort into bitterness, the two girls barely able to suppress laughter.

"you totally cheated!" both of them interject, dropping their controllers onto the coffee table. you scoff, retaliating by getting up and dropping your controller too.

before you could walk away, both girls' hands curl around your wrist, dragging you down. gasping, you hold onto them to stabilize yourself. a series of giggles and laughter fills the room, as the three of you fall back onto each other—almost like dominoes.

while catching your guys' breath, megan passes by, her usual grin disappearing once her eyes flicker to you. the chinese girl bites the inside of her cheek before sauntering over to lara and manon. the two girls usher megan to sit down beside you, beckoning her to play alongside you guys.

"both of you guys suck anyway—what's the point of joining if i know i'm gonna beat you guys," megan reluctantly pokes fun at them, her gaze fixated on you for too long, before she flickers her eyes back to the screen. a subtle, meek smile plays on her face at the sight of your name on the leaderboard.

switching the game to mario kart, a grin tugs on the corners of the lips of manon, the girl quips, "you are not winning this, megan; you are so bad at driving!" the ghanaian girl changes the game mode to teams, a daring smile flashing on her face.

knowing the usual set of duos you guys split into for mario kart, it would leave you and megan as a team. finding this to be an opportunity to get the chinese girl to ease up to you, you flash a silly, toothy smile at megan, hoping she'd at least mirror it as well.

and to no avail does she.

a subtle sigh drifts from your lips at the girl's sudden inaction towards you, though you try to dismiss it, not wanting to overthink too much. you bite the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering to megan's face every few seconds while playing—the singaporean girl serving more as a distraction to you than she ever has.

and at that rate, your troubled mind would drift past to any interactions or conversations you'd have with megan, trying to find out what you did wrong.

"we beat you guys! i told you megan sucks at driving!"

lara's and manon's hollers snap you out of your dazed mind, breaking the exuberant soundtracks of mario kart, as they nudge both you and megan.

a faux smile plays on your face, as you scoff, "you guys just caught us at a bad time." you gently nudge the chinese girl's shoulder, inviting her to retaliate against lara and manon, too.

"'m not even bad at driving! talk to me when you can actually drive, manon," she huffs, a thin line pressing her lips, as she crosses her arms against her chest. at her quip, an inevitable toothy smile adorns your face, your eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

huffing, you lie back on your bed, while daniela sits at her vanity, an eyeliner pen accompanying her hands. the same thought of megan potentially avoiding you crosses your troubled mind every few seconds, making you rub your temples.

revisiting each and every moment you shared with the chinese girl from the past few months so far, only one stood out, and you didn't think it would be something that would freak her out.

you remember it as clear as day, especially when on that same day, you felt your motivation towards working for promotions crumble almost instantly, and the only person you wished to sought refuge in was megan.

both of you were visibly exhausted, heavy breaths erupting from the two of you. you sat on the wooden, cold floor of the practice room, your gaze fixated on the chinese girl through the expansive mirror.

with your back plastered against the wall, you huffed, a thin line pressed onto your lips. megan's eyes locked onto yours, her gaze softening at the sight of you all drowsy. and by then, she could tell something was up with you.

"penny for your thoughts?" the ginger-headed girl managed to breathe out, her tone laced with sincerity, as her hand curled around yours, running her thumbs on your knuckles.

"just tired. i don't know if i can keep doin' this," you mumbled, catching megan's attention, as her eyes immediately darted over to you, worry creasing her forehead. she froze in an awkward position, her head snapping.

"oh."

you stumbled over your words, your voice vulnerable and barely above a whisper as you spoke, "'m just scared of giving up, meg. i feel like i'm just suffocating."

the chinese girl simply spoke softly, her voice carrying understanding, "i get it—i get you. it's okay to feel overwhelmed, y'know that, right? it can be tough, and that's fine. just- we can figure this out together."

her hand offered yours a gentle, reassuring squeeze, lifting her head to meet yours directly. megan's unwavering support never stopped, and it felt like a familiar warmth, that always spread to your cheeks whenever she spoke. you always knew her words were genuine, no matter what.

silence lingers in the air—not tension, but rather the comfortable type of silence. and finally, you spoke up with reluctance.

"do you think we're together in another life," you blurted out, mumbling as you do so, "'cause y'know… everybody thinks it's odd we're not," you tried to justify. your eyes darted to megan, hoping the girl wouldn't freak out.

"i mean… it could, be possible," she cleared her throat, trying to beat around the bush. a part of the singaporean girl wanted to just tell you everything—to spill out all her feelings to you. feeling conflicted, megan scooted closer to you, leaning against you.

the both of you hesitated to speak once more, the weight of your words lingered in the air heavily. a mix of bittersweetness and concern replaced your unreadable expression, as you eased into her touch—like usual.

you fidgeted with the ends of your shoelaces, remaining silent. you absorbed the gingerhead girl's words, your face weary. her hand found yours, interlacing them together.

with your head in your hands, you can feel your patience crumbling rapidly. you run a hand through your hair, your knees hugged up to your chest. your obvious frustration comes apparent to daniela, as the latina grunts out, "just talk to her—what's the worse that could happen?"

"do you know how awkward it'll be talking to her if i freaked her out! i- i mean if i tell her i'm into her, and she's not, that's gonna be so embarrassing," you ramble on and on, cheeks flushed, as your eyes flicker to daniela doing her makeup.

"are you even listening!" you roll your eyes.

a series of giggles escape daniela's breath, "just tell her—man up, stand on business, or something! i'm serious!" she exclaims, a shine in her eyes. the latina suddenly gets up, nudging you on the shoulder. you bite your lip to suppress a giggle, nudging the blonde-haired girl back.

"fine, fine! okay—"

standing meekly outside megan's and lara's room, your hands slip into your pockets. conflicted, you debate whether or not you should follow daniela's words; you were sure that she was right—that talking it out would be better—but you also were uncertain if the singaporean girl even liked you. bringing your hand to the door, you knock on it gently.

you swallow a hollow breath of air down your throat, before you hear the cue, "come in!" creaking the door open slowly, your eyes flicker to megan lying on the bed, watching her face contort into one of faux disinterest, as she notices you.

"hey," your mumble under your breath, "can we talk?" you stuff your hands into your pockets, taking a deep breath.

the chinese girl meekly nods, and sauntering in, you slowly shut the door. plopping yourself on the empty space beside her on her bed.

"are- are we fine; it just seems like we're out of sync lately," you admit sheepishly, glancing at megan for a slight second before diverting your gaze elsewhere.

"yeah, why wouldn't we be?" she murmurs flatly, her hands in her lap, subtly shifting herself away from you.

noticing, a sigh drifts from your lips, "just- it seems like you're avoiding me, and it's been bothering me, a lot. every time you see me, you act like i did somethin' wrong. and honestly—"

before you could continue your ramble, the chinese girl huffs, "i'm not avoiding you or anything, so i don't know what you're even insinuating! just get over it— i don't know."

"get over it? are you serious, megan! we're like what, best friends, yet i can't get you to explain something small?" you assert, raising your volume to match hers. rubbing your temples, you stand up from the bed, your mouth dry.

a scowl paints your face, "fuck—megan, just tell me why you're acting like this, because clearly it's not something i'm imagining!" you try to calm down, pacing back and forth. at your words, a cold glare flashes at you from the chinese girl.

"i told you, i'm not avoiding you or anything; you're just reading into shit way too deeply," she rolls her eyes at your remarks.

hissing through clenched teeth, "don't fuckin' try to lie to me; i know you, better than anybody, megan! we're friends—not strangers, so i don't know why you can't even open up!"

at this rate, all the girls in the house could practically overhear your guys' erratic argument. you clench your fists, muttering quietly, "just tell me what's up with you, please." you glance at the girl with hopeful eyes, desperate to know what was going on with her.

with your heart on your sleeve, you cross your arms against your chest, swallowing a lump in your throat. the sound of your exasperated sighs linger in the air, your troubled figure traveling back and forth.

with a shred of reluctance, words lie on the tip of megan's tongue, as she whispers, genuinely taken aback by your persistency. washing over her bitter features were ones of regret and worry painting her face.

"i like you, y/n—a lot. and it bothers me so, so much; i mean, it keeps me up at night! you- you're everything i want, and i don't think i'll ever like—love—somebody as much as i do with you."

"i- i mean, those hangouts on valentines day were obviously not coincidental! those matching bracelets, necklaces, rings—again not coincidental!"

your eyebrows raise in confusion, unaware the girl was harboring secret feelings for you. your ears perk up at the last bit, remembering the fond memory of megan begging you to have matching jewelry with her, while you were more than eager to do so. heat curls on your cheeks and ears, as you nod meekly, letting the girl's remarks sink in.

before you could process anything else, the chinese girl just rambles on and on, a mix of anger and regret driving her to continue. and by then, you couldn't help but let a smile tug on the corners of your lips. your eyes meet megan's, your gaze particularly awestruck at how much she had to say about you.

"i can't list all of the reasons you're everything i want, because 's definitely a lot, but there were no days where you—just you—didn't flood my head. day and night, i think about you."

slightly gasping at her blatant admission, your heart melts at the girl's words, and your eyes soften when they fixate on her. you felt breathless, your breath hitching, as you were rendered unable to string together words to express your reciprocation of her love for you.

her dark eyes pierce through you, desperately awaiting your answer, "fuck—this was so, so stupid- i'm sorry." she hastily apologizes, "just, forget—"

you interject, "no— no, no! 's fine, megan, i promise. i've liked you, too—i always have, and i'm sorry, too. i just don't know what to do."

the two of you lost sense of your guys' surroundings, as her hands suddenly cup your jaw, crashing her plush lips against yours. carelessly, you gently push her, straddling her lap. pulling apart, you feel her breath fanning against your lips, and it was only a matter of seconds that she presses her lips against yours eagerly.

against your lips, the chinese girl hums softly, her arms sliding down to your waist firmly. her eyes float among your features, scanning each and every crevice of your face. and you're certain that just by her looking at you—with that same tender, fixated gaze on you—you would do anything she told you to.

"did i ever mention that you're everything i want?" a chuckle escapes megan's breath, a shameless smile tugging on the corners of her lips. her voice was quiet, yet it nonetheless rung loudly in your head. again and again, she presses slow yet searing kisses against your lips.

fallin' more at every season

you're everything i want

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[evilminji]

I just Literally Galaxy Brained :D???

Oh? My? God?

So here I am, on a Star Wars kick, when I Ponder my beloved Danny Phantom. As ya do! Who? I wonder? Could I mix into the star wars universe?

WHEN IT HITS ME.

You know who LOVES kids? Just... will Burn Down Planets for this kid they literally JUST met? Mandolorians. Know where you can find a SHIT ton of those, genetically? The GAR!

Those are CLONES, baby! WE got a Clone! She's feisty and adorable! Smol! Bites! Got them big ol tooka eyes and itty bitty hands! Likes to fly, explore, and fight! She's BASICALLY born for this!

Tell me they would collectively look at this tiny feral child, with her poofy lil hair and chubby cheeks, fangy lil grin and biting tendcy, and go "is BABY!" Come on, tell me. I'll call you a liar.

And you KNOW the Force and Ectoplasm are probably messy EXs. Dani could TOTALLY use they "why should you allow me in? .....because they're not the boss of you" argument to GREAT effect.

Here, Skywalker. Kenobi. Watch this mysterious child... foooooor.... uh, Reasons! Yes. I, the Force, definitely have valid reasons for doing this! I am NOT just being a petty bitch! #SoundsLegit

But? Gasp! The child is a Cadet?! A BABY Clone! Of WHO? A legendary warrior king, from what context they can gather. Made by his enemy. Sent to kill him. Forgiven then adopted. Ooooh, lots of life lessons there. Clone rights and forgiveness and such.

But more IMPORTANTLY, to the GAR?

BABY CLONE! Is BABY!!!

We are ALL Buir now! All of us. Biggest family in the galaxy. Dani is cool with it, congrats New Fenton's! On the Be-Fenton-ing! Tremble in FEAR, scrubs! It's OUR HOUSE NOW!! Mwahahahaha! *cackles from her perch on top of a table*

But... wait... what is that glowing stuff that you're getting low on?

Oh? This? New beloved Highly Unhinged Jedi Friends and Clone Dads? Oh it's just my LIFE SAVING MEDICINE that I NEED TO LIVE that I never told you about! :D

*horrified silence*

*PANIC*

It's okay. It's OKAY! Everybody STOP SCREAMING! W-well just reverse engineer... *machine makes the equivalent of a Dunno noise* FUCK! Okay! New plan! Dani, sweetie, lil warrior, what do you remember about your medicine? What does it DO, exactly?

Unstable clone.

Okay! Okay, that's a start! THEY are stable clones. Right? Right!

.........r-right? Are... are they SURE? Cause, I mean, it's ONE thing when it's just THEIR health on the line... but when it's their YOUNGLING? Their lil tooka Dani? Their ade? Are they SURE? How sure. Bet HER life on it sure?

....no. No they are not. They don't trust the long necks NEARLY that much. Time do do a DEEP deep scan. Best they can find. They got to make SURE. Boba might be the only STABLE clone... assuming the sleemo even told the truth about that.

And? They LEARN some stuff.

Like about the chip in their head's. Supposedly an "inhibitor chip". Sends Skywalker into a karking rage, cause that looks a whole lot like a slave chip to HIM. Dani says they can CHECK. Then doesn't wait for an answer as she sticks her HAND into someone's head to just... pluck it out. Hand it over to be sliced.

Dani, sweetie, c-can you do that for the rest of us? Sure!

But! The race is ON. To either figure out how to contact the original, stabilize Dani, or synthesize Ectoplasm in a universe that DOES NOT HAVE IT. All while unknowingly? Absolutely Fenton CURB STOMPING Ancient Sith Plans into oblivion.

As is the Fenton Way.

This IS The Way~☆

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes @spidori

[suuooe]

piercing | suo hayato x gn!reader

✧ "Did it hurt when you pierced your ears?" "Want to find out?"

✧ content: esrablished relationship, fluff, biting (there's one bite.)

✧ a/n: another suo drabble cause I can't get him out of my mind please help me. the overall layout of the drabble might be a bit too much, can't really edit it right now as I'm on vacation, but if it's too blocky I'll fix it once I'm back (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

He mentioned that they were antiques...

You're stricken with the same trivia Nirei had provided you of Suo's earrings whenever your fingers twirl against the numerous golden tassels hanging off the red orb. Careful to not use too much force when you manage to wrap one tassel around your finger in case it were to harm Suo.

The aforementioned man, you notice - is a very pliant lover. Maybe you've picked up on his habit of people watching and observing, but the longer you've been together, the more you notice the small habits he does around you.

Becoming incredibly pliant to your every move and gesture involving him was the biggest habit he's donned. Bending down slightly when he sees your hand reach further up than normal towards him, immediately intertwining your hands when he feels the slightest brush and a recent one you noticed.

"Did it hurt when you pierced your ears, Hayato?" you questioned, your lover opening his visible eye to glance towards you, head still angled while you kept toying with his earring.

He always tilted his head slightly to the side to give you more room to play with his earring, sitting completely still to let you do such for as long as you please.

Suo only straightened his head back up when he felt your fingers leave his ears, instead turning his body slightly to come closer to you. Not that you weren't close from before already, having the habit of sitting directly next to him with a hand between his legs to get as comfortably close as possible.

"Hmm, I got them pierced when I was relatively young so I don't remember. Why, you plan on getting your own pierced?" he mutters, raising his own hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear to look at your un-pierced lobes.

"It would be a bit of shame though to pierce your ears..." he whispers briefly to himself, absentmindedly brushing his thumb against your lobe, pressing slightly at the unscarred skin.

"Mm..!?"

Suo's eyes widen slightly at the surprised noise you make, whilst you yourself hurriedly grab onto the same ear he had just pressed - instinctively pulling yourself a bit further away from your boyfriend. Your lover however is quick with his hands, already having a secure hand behind your back to prevent you from jumping away further.

You don't like how his slightly widened eyes were also mixed with a hint of mirth. "It just tickled a bit, that's all." you hurriedly say in defense, Suo only humming in response which makes your already reddened cheeks deepen further.

"I'm pretty sure though.." he starts, effortlessly lifting you up from the floor to make you straddle his lap, his hands resting on your lower back whilst your hands grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself, "That whether or not it hurts, depends entirely on the person." he finishes, looking slightly up at you with a mischevious smile now that you're more elevated than him.

"Want to find out?" he asks in a whisper, and before you can process what he truly asked, you feel the slight tickle of his hair strands brush against your cheek, immediately followed by a slight exhale against your ear. But before you can ask what he's planning-

Chomp

"Hmn?!" you let out another surprised sound, nails digging into his silk shirt in surprise as you jump up. But Suo keeps a firm grip on you, settling you down back on his lap as you feel the tip of his tongue prod against your lobe before he blows against the area he had just bit. "H-Hayato?" you exclaim in surprise, trying to push yourself away to make eye contact.

You feel his whole body shake in restrained laughter before he finally eases his hold on your waist, leaning back a bit to instead cradle your cheek and give your lips a brief kiss. Separating just far enough to talk, but still close enough for his lips to occasionally make contact with yours if he were to speak. "So? Did it hurt?"

[octagonsolution]

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[chrissturnsfav]

fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but she’s drunk so he’s just acting all nonchalant abt it

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader

the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everything’s fuzzy—lights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s definitely more than you should’ve.

and then there’s matt. sweet, awkward matt.

"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.

he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than you’d expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.

"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. it’s a nice chest—solid under your palm. "you’re just in my way."

"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.

"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like he’s immune to your charms. it’s sickening.

"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you care—matt’s the only one looking, and isn’t that the point?

"because you’re drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like he’s assessing whether you’re about to topple over again.

"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "you’re supposed to take care of me, aren’t you? that’s what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"

he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.

you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "you’re no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."

"yeah, but i’m not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.

"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "don’t you think i’m pretty, though?"

he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.

"it means you’re wasted, and you’re not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.

"you’re boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.

"and you’re a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but don’t worry. i’ve got you."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect—soft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.

you know he’s just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things don’t spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.

you grab his hand, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time it’s quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.

"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesn’t pull away.

"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.

he laughs, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. "not happening."

"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.

"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "you’ll thank me later."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.

thank you for reading! <3

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@chrissturnsfav ™

[french-unknown]

Hellooo, I’m OBSESSED with your work and I was hoping you could do monster trio + law on how would they act before and after they marry their s/o. Don’t be pressured to do this request and stay healthy!<33

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄/𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄��𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: luffy, zoro, sanji, law 𝐂/𝐖: fluff, domestic 𝐀/𝐍: Hellooo! Thank you so much, this comment is so adorable! It’s so nice that you like what I write so much! I hope you will also like this one! Stay healthy too! ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨ 𝐖/𝐂:  1k +

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𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

✧ Luffy does not particularly want to marry, so his behavior will not change much from before to after. He doesn't even see it as a change in your relationship. He loves you as much as before, it is just now stipulated on a piece of paper.

✧ And he has a ring on his finger that he is not allowed to remove.

✧ Otherwise, he knows he will not have access to the bed unless he has a reaaally good excuse.

✧ The only small change is that, at the beginning, it makes him laugh. He calls his wedding ring "his leash" and makes you joke about having lost it. He quickly notices that you don't laugh at this kind of joke, it even makes you angry sometimes, so he stops.

✧ The subject of marriage will thus completely come out of his mind.

✧ He knows that he has "married" status but it does not bring him anything tangible, so he forgets.

✧ His allies discover that you are married when Luffy is injured and they have to remove everything that is superfluous for care. Like the ring he always drags on his finger. However, Luffy will prick a crisis when they try to remove the jewel and refuse to let it leave his finger. Even if it means becoming violent.

If he is asked for the reason for his opposition, he would answer as if it were obvious: "I will be killed if I take off my wedding ring."

No more noise in the room. Nobody talks.

How is this kid married without anyone knowing it?!

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

✧ Zoro is rather in favor of marriage because he remains quite cozy in terms of romantic relationships and marriage can bring more stability and tranquility.

✧ He really likes his routine training-napping-drinking so why not have one with you too.

✧ The biggest difference that your wedding brings is an emotional rapprochement. From couple to married, you have gone from the status of "trusted person" to "main support" so the advantages are not the same.

✧ The disadvantages either!

✧ Wait until he gets out while leaving a messy room behind him and think that, since you are married, you will tidy with him.

✧ He also reveals to you more of his past and, if you have the opportunity, he would take you to Shimotsuki to go together to the tomb of Kuina. You would also meet his former dojo master.

✧ If you accept, your couple will also become the "cliché" of a Japanese bride and groom. Zoro will put himself in the position of the leader of the household who must put you at the shelter of all (physical, financial protection, etc.) and to work. In this entrepreneurial culture, Luffy is the boss to whom the employee is dedicated. You will take the reins of the household with the cleaning and organizing for both of you, as well as the management of money.

✧ You are free to refuse if you want because, even if it tends towards the ideal of Zoro, he will not impose it on you either if you refuse.

✧ This could, however, allow him to be less in debt to Nami if it is you who manage his money.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

✧ While he was already Lovey Dovey before your wedding, it will grow even more after.

✧ Sanji sees your relationship as a progress bar with objectives to be achieved. The more the gauge progresses and the more it is referring to its ideal of the perfect family. It started with getting into a couple, and now it has taken the step of being married. Next step: the question of children.

✧ Wait until you hear him call you "my wife" in the middle of the day and, when you come to know why he called you, he just answers you "to see what it was like" smiling like a fool.

✧ Can become a little heavy by presenting you only as his wife.

✧ On the other hand, since he was already worshiping you when you were in a couple, he now literally venerates you. Really, he will be the leader of a cult of which you will be the idol. Even more if you accept having children together.

✧ Is definitely a slave for you.

✧ You also have the privilege of finally passing in front of other women. This is the first time in your life where you can simply call him and he immediately leaves the sides of Nami AND Robin without asking a question. He still flirts but he is less extreme while doing it. He is more posed.

✧ However, he is much less demanding of marks of affection coming from you, compared to before when he could be downright invasive, because being married reassures him of the fact of being loved.

𝐋𝐀𝐖

✧ Unfortunately, there is a post-mariating relaxation concerning the manners of Mr. Trafalgar D. Waterlaw.

✧ Where before he forced himself to do actions to please you or to be—and God forgives him—romantic, he now takes his ease. He pretended to listen to you, before, when you were talking for hours of your day but, now, he pretends to fall asleep to show you how bored he is. Has he brought you breakfast in bed? Now: "You do have legs, no? Use them, then."

✧ It is not supposed to be mean, but he grumbles a lot.

✧ Yet, you quickly realize that he gives you a place in his life and space.

✧ Even if he no longer makes any effort to show you that he listens and is interested, you just have to mention that you missed something for it to appear mysteriously a few days later. He no longer gave you breakfast but all the elements were already prepared when you arrived in the kitchen. You just have to cook them or put them on a plate.

✧ A real tsundere!

✧ The real post-marital black point is that he makes less effort to plan time for you. He thus accepts more workload and remains locked up in his office longer than before he passes the ring on the finger.

✧ He takes you for granted since you accepted.

✧ If you let it do, it can either end in divorce without he realizing it or he will agree to plan more time for you in his schedule. You can blackmail him with ridiculous actions.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @lys-ada @viscade @dozcan123 @kai-wifey

[rainrot4me]

The hc on Clockwork drawing Toby makes me wonder. What IS your opinion on Toby x Clockwork/Ticciwork?

Oh, where do I begin. To me, Ticciwork is like a gunpowder x lighter situation. They’re definitely exes who keep getting back together and splitting up again, but I feel a deep love for one-another that nobody else really gets.

Nat’s calculated, hardened, with a tight grip on her emotions—but she feels deeply. She’s the kind of person who would scoff at feelings while secretly craving stability, protection, someone who sees her scars and doesn’t flinch. She works with control—mechanical precision, trauma that forced her into maturity far too fast.

On the other hand, Toby’s chaotic, impulsive, and often out of touch with his own emotional landscape. He’s rough around the edges, but there’s this raw honesty in him that Nat would notice—and might even crave. His tics, his temper, his noise—those could unsettle her at first. But over time, I think she’d see the vulnerability beneath all of it.

Howeverrrrrrr, they’re manic. Put two crazy, traumatized people together and you’ll get an explosion before you get anything kind.

They break up at least three times a year. And every time, it ends the same way: with bruised lips, sharp words, and one of them slamming the door. But they never stay away. Toby throws things. Not at her—never at her—but around her. He can’t handle the silence. Can’t handle the thought of losing her. Natalie stands like stone, arms crossed, eyes burning. “You always ruin this. Why can’t you ever just be satisfied?” But two nights later, he’s outside her window, soaked in blood and rain, shivering like a kid. And she lets him in. Always.

They’ve seen each other at their worst. Not the messy proxy shit—the real stuff. The things no one else knows. She knows about the way he cries in his sleep but never lets the tears fall. He knows she doesn’t wind her clock when she’s overwhelmed—lets the ticking stop because she can’t bear to feel the time pass. They never talk about it. But they both remember.

Most nights, he finds her in the bathroom, floor tile cold against her legs, trembling hands trying to hold herself together. He sits beside her. Doesn’t say a word. Just slides a hoodie over her shoulders and rests his head on her knee.

Now for everyone’s favorite part, the sex.

It’s angry. Gripping. Desperate. Like they’re trying to punish each other for still loving this much. She claws at his back like she’s digging through all the silence between them. He leaves bruises on her hips like he’s trying to prove something—like maybe if he marks her up enough, she won’t leave again.

Afterwards, she curls into his chest, breath hitching.

“You’re the worst fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yeah?” he rasps, lips at her neck. “Then why do you still co-come back?”

“Because no one else sees me like you do.”

He goes quiet. Pulls her closer. “Shut up.”

They date other people. Clockwork flirts to make Toby jealous. Toby fucks someone else to prove he’s “over it.” But it always feels wrong. Off. Like they’re wearing someone else’s skin.

They can be halfway across the country from each other and know when something’s wrong. She’ll wake up with a tight feeling in her chest. He’ll get that electric buzz in his bones. And eventually one of them shows up.

No matter how bad it gets, how many times they blow up, if someone else lays a hand on the other? They’re dead.

It’s toxic. But also? No one else has ever loved them like this. No one else ever will. They’re both so fucked in the head that nothing normal or soft would satisfy them. So, sure, they’re horrible and awful to be around, but no one else sees them the way the other does. That still doesn’t mean that Natalie won’t beat the absolute shit out of him. She has shot him before, she will do it again.

꩜ .ᐟ

[hotshotsxyz]

i might be a little stupid (but it's okay, you are too)

(buddie) (1.2k words) i have nothing to say for myself idk

The way Maddie says it, it kind of sounds like she thinks it should be obvious. It’s not obvious. It’s not even true, actually, because if it’s true then Eddie has no idea what to do with it. And he can’t—Buck is the stability in his life. He’s the anchor, the foundation, the crossbeam that keeps the roof from collapsing in the wind. So it’s not true. He says as much to Maddie.

“You’re both—” Maddie cuts herself off with a frustrated noise. “I should have listened to Howie. You’re both impossible.”

Eddie shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, he’s not.”

Maddie sighs. “He is. He really, really is. And you—never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She blows a stray lock of hair out of her face.

And yeah, she shouldn’t have. Not because Eddie’s upset, but because it’s not true. Buck absolutely is not in love with him. He’d know. So it’s fine.

It’s fine until it isn’t, because a day later Buck is grinning at him like he hung the moon, and it’s so obvious that Eddie has no idea how he ever missed it. And he still doesn’t know what to do with it. But Maddie was right. Buck’s in love with him.

.

“Maddie, can you stop?”  Buck asks, nearly sloshing the wine out of his glass as he gestures. “It was funny, the first couple of times, but—”

“I wasn’t joking!” Maddie interrupts him. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Why are you like this?”

“Me!” Buck exclaims. “You’re the one insinuating things.”

Maddie blinks at him. “Buck. I’m not insinuating anything. I’m telling you. He’s in love with you.”

Buck throws his head back dramatically, knocking it into the cabinets. Ow. “Did Chimney put you up to this? Is this his idea of a prank, because—”

Maddie drops her head to the counter, burying her face in her arms. “No,” she says, muffled by the fabric of her sweater.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says. Eddie isn’t in love with him, obviously. He’d know. So it’s fine.

.

Buck keeps looking at him. And that’s not abnormal, necessarily, but now that Eddie’s paying attention, he’s starting to notice it happens a lot. Buck, catching his eye when he walks into the room. Buck, glancing at him before he does anything at a scene. Buck, making eye contact any time he finds something funny. He’s just—always looking.

And it’s not like Eddie isn’t looking back. He is, obviously, otherwise he wouldn’t have noticed, but it’s different. Especially right now, because Buck’s very clearly watching him over the top of his book, but every time Eddie catches him at it, he goes right back to pretending to read.

It’s infuriating and endearing in equal turns.

.

Eddie is always there, Buck’s starting to realize. He’s at his elbow on every call, in the kitchen when he’s making coffee, in the bunks when he’s trying to sleep. That last one might just be because they’re mostly stuck with the same sleep schedule on shift, but still. He’s starting to think Maddie might be right.

Which isn’t a problem, necessarily, so much as it is an idea that feels almost impossible to wrap his head around. It’s just—it’s Eddie. Buck knows Eddie better than he knows himself. It’s kind of hard to believe he missed something this huge. But—

He gets this look in his eye, sometimes, one that Buck had only ever really categorized as warmth, but that he’s now realizing is reserved exclusively for him. So, okay. Eddie might be in love with him. Maybe.

.

They’re going to have to talk about it, obviously, so Eddie drags Buck home with him after shift. Not that it’s very hard. He kind of just tilts his head toward the truck and Buck follows him.

Buck’s eyes are on him the entire drive. He’s pretty proud of the restraint he shows, waiting until the front door closes behind them to start talking.

“So—”

“I’m—”

Buck huffs an amused breath. “You first,” he says.

Right. “Maddie said something,” Eddie blurts.

“Okay?” Buck says, drawing out both syllables.

“She said that you—” Eddie swallows, mouth suddenly, inexplicably dry. “She said you’re in love with me?” It comes out as a question.

Buck’s eyebrows climb higher on his forehead than Eddie thought was possible.

“And it’s fine,” Eddie says in a rush.

“She—”

“Seriously, Buck, I’m not like,” Eddie flaps his hand in place of an actual end to his sentence.

“Eddie, you—”

“No, really Buck, it’s—"

“She said you’re in love with me!” He exclaims.

Eddie’s brain short circuits, just a little bit. He hadn’t—he hadn’t actually considered that. At all. “She—what?”

“She said you’re in love with me, and honestly Eds, I think she might be right.”

“Since… when?” Eddie manages to get out.

Buck throws his arms in the air. “I don’t know, you tell me!”

“Maddie told you I’m… and you believed her?” Eddie asks.

“Not at first, but I mean,” Buck gestures vaguely.

They’re in Eddie’s house, but there’re traces of Buck everywhere. It’s his handwriting on the grocery list in the kitchen. He’s in half of the framed photos that adorn the walls. Buck’s sweatshirt is draped over the arm of the couch, and he isn’t the one who wore it last. Huh.

“So,” Buck says, looking at him expectantly, “are you?”

“Are you?” Eddie shoots back, borderline hysterical.

Buck opens his mouth and closes it. Blinks a few times. “I… am I?”

“I mean,” Eddie says, mirroring Buck’s earlier gesture.

Buck looks around and frowns. His brow furrows, and Eddie finds himself wanting to smooth it with his thumb. “Eddie,” Buck asks faintly, “are we stupid?”

It startles a laugh out of Eddie, and once he’s started, he can’t stop.

“It’s—it’s not—not funny,” Buck protests as he fails to suppress a giggle of his own.

“No,” Eddie gasps, bracing himself against Buck’s shoulder as he doubles over in laughter.

“St-stop,” Buck honest-to-god giggles. His fingers fist in Eddie’s shirt. “We have to—have to—” Whatever he was going to say, he can’t get the rest out.

Eventually, Eddie straightens enough to look Buck in the eye, and slowly catches his breath. All at once, he’s aware of how closely together they’re standing. “Buck,” he says, soft and warm and—

He can hear it in his own voice. He is. He is in love with Buck and it’s absurd, because how could he possibly have missed that? How could Maddie have known before he did?

“Eds,” Buck says. His fingers release the now-wrinkled fabric of his shirt, but his hands stay on Eddie’s waist. There’s a sparkle in Buck’s eyes that Eddie’s seen so many times, and not once before has he ever thought to examine why he’s so drawn to it.

“I think we’re a little stupid,” Eddie breathes.

.

“Told you,” Maddie says, watching Buck as he laces his fingers with Eddie’s.

Chimney snorts. “That you did,” he says. “They would’ve figured it out eventually. Probably.”

Maddie shakes her head. “I’ve never met two people who were so stubbornly opposed to their own happiness.”

“Eh,” Chimney says, “I think they were happy. They’re just happier now.”

Maddie laughs lightly and lets her head fall to Chimney’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she says. “They are.”

[thebibliosphere]

😭 Hey Joy, i know youre no medical professional & you probably get a MILLION of these a day, but uh... my neck goes back as far as yours with no issue, & i always hear this tiny squishy crackle when it does. i also have to crack my neck side to side daily & have constant back/shoulder/neck tension, have been casually told i have hypermobile hips, and i can uh. crack my elbows just by straightening them out (and it relieves discomfort to do so).

how fucked am i 😭😭 is this why i used to get chronic tension headaches

Neck instability or any sort of muscle dysfunction in the shoulders and neck regardless of hypermobility can cause a lot of headache and migraine issues.

I obviously can’t comment as a medical provider, but it sounds like you’d benefit from some PT that focuses on stabilizing those areas.

Which, frankly, given we’re all on phones/computers these days, a lot of people could do with learning how to take care of their necks better!

Also fwiw, when I tip my head back I don’t hear anything. I’ll sometimes get a loud “crunch” if something was subluxated and then I’m fucked for the rest of the day/week.

But most of the crackling and popping noises people talk about in their neck are harmless and caused by tendons siding over each other.

That’s actually what a lot of the impressive cracks and pops chiropractors make a big deal out of are. It’s not bones or joints it’s soft tissue siding over itself. They just tell you it’s joints because it sounds more impressive and they’re full of shit. (I say, bitterly having had the muscles in my neck torn and ruptured by a chiropractic adjustment that has absolutely ruined my neck.)

If it were me, I’d ask about some PT so you can learn to stabilize the areas you’re talking about. It’ll save you some problems later in life.