#writing for a more forward one is fun ngl

[fushitoru]

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanami’s, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in toji’s, art by 3-aem, lmk if I’ve missed anything!

a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 🫡 choso’s is my fav hehe

NEW: part 2 here

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SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!

“Brat!” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “Watch your back. You’re supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.”

He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. “Like this. Not whatever the fuck that was.”

You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his face—stone-hard and unmoving.

Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. “Sukuna, g-give me a sec. I just—fuck—” You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. “I just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softens—just a little. “Fine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, let’s practice proper form.”

You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukuna’s crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. “Sorry—”

“That was wrong.” Sukuna’s voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. “Here.” Both of you squat down, Sukuna’s hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukuna’s thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. “Your back should be neutral, otherwise you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“O—okay,” you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breasts—

Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. “Come with me. You’re not doing them right.”

Soon, you’re led into one of the gym’s stretching rooms—the private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout. 

“Sukuna, what are we—” you breathlessly ask, but you’re quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize there’s a bulge making contact with your pussy. “We’re going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.” He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.

Soon, you’re moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. “Pretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table. 

“Oh fuck yea,” Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. “Didn’t know my client had such a sweet pussy.”

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)

“Your total’s $14.93. You’re five bucks short.” The delivery boy—an emo looking guy with hair in space buns—responds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldn’t look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.

"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"

He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correct—right next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.

"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."

You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."

"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like." 

He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!

You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"

"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethi—”

The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar. 

Which is empty.

"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."

"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.

As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you. 

"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.

"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"

"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.

"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.

GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!

He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next Tuesday…

You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen. 

However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quickly—which was painful, considering you were so invested in the story—to make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?

"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs.  You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...

You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.

And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him. 

But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."

Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "I—I—uh sorry—I—"

"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.

"That feel good?"

You whimper. "Yes—ah—it feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."

The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."

His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge he’s sporting. He’s sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where you’re sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.

The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. “That’s right, take it all.”

You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."

“That’s my stop. You have to cum before then, or you won’t be able to cum,” Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck. 

“Fuck, you got so tight,” he groans. “Gonna cum?” He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars. 

“I will—I will,” you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you don’t scream out on this very, very public train.  “Squeezing my fingers so much, relax,” Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. “You gonna do that to my dick next?”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)

“Mr. Nanami,” you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. “You wanted to see me?” 

For a moment, your husband’s handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kento’s presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. “I assume you can guess why you are here?”

You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husband—the one currently under your charge—neglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility. 

But what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you. 

“Team leader, I’m going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and it’s hindering the company,” he reminds you stoically. “I’ve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouse’s negligence.”

You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. “I—I’m going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I don’t have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in much…emotional conflict if this were to happen.” The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. You’re sure he’s going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.

“I see.” Nanami crosses his arms. “I suppose there is a…favor you could do for me.”

At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. “Of course. Anything.”

Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanami’s desk, his cock drilling inside you. He’s ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?”

“It is!” you squeal. “You’re so—so big!”

Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. “Darling, I c—can tell he doesn’t treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussy’s been waiting for a while for a real man.” 

You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one who’s owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t ever, sweetheart,” he pants. “I’m going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)

Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent is—-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.

And there he is. Him in the flesh. He’s leaning against the boxing ring’s outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.

Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.

The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.

Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.

You almost drench your panties.

His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.

The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadium’s screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.

When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. You’re wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.

“Try to last long, okay?” Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. “I’ll try to drag this out as much as I can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

You glare at him, but there’s not much intensity there. “Yea, yea,” you huff. “For all I know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

And the fucker’s smile widens. “Let the games begin.”

Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.

“Toji is currently in the lead!” The announcer’s voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. “You’re going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.” With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.

The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “What a sensitive girl,” he coos. “Too bad she was too weak. Now she’s going through to have to take my cock.

With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.

You don’t look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck.” And Toji’s slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “The fuck this pussy’s so tight for? Thought you were a slut?”

You’re tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “You’re not turning me on, small dick.”

He did not like that very much.

Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “Yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, I’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.”

The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!

You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.

These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, you’ve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.

But masturbating wasn’t enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.

Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.

The line rings, and he picks up. “Hey,” and you can tell he’s a little breathless. “long time no see. What’s up?”

“Cut the fucking act out,” you spit. “I know you’ve been fucking watching me, perv.”

Satoru’s panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. “Wait, wait—listen, I—I can explain.”

“On how you’re being a peeping tom?” You glare at his window. “Come over, Gojo. Then I’ll listen to your fucking explanation.”

One thing leads to another, and now you’re spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. “You feel so—so good. M’ sorry—sorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.”

You laugh meanly and grab his chin. “You feel sorry yet, you pervert?” And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. “Remember, this is the only fucking thing you’re good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, you’re going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.”

a/n yea this was depraved….lmk what yall think tho 😭

comment and reblog I’d love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)

NEW: part 2 here!

[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ when you visit your boyfriend to spend time with him, he downright ignores you and continues gaming leading to a grumpy play fight which soon escalates into something not so playful.

GENRE ~ fluff, suggestive.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.485k

ᯓ★ i had fun writing this ngl.

when you giddily turned the doorknob to riki's bedroom in his dorm apartment, your face rotted into one of disbelief. the room was dark, except for the large, obnoxiously bright tv screen near one wall of the room, with riki sitting across to it on a small black leather couch, a warm lamp lit on his side. he had a pair of gaming headphones snug on his head, one which had a mic to convey his less than clean exclamations of frustration at his teammates. there was a controller in his dexterous hands, his tongue darting out ever so often and teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip in focus. he didn't seem to have noticed you were even there, and to make things worse, he wore just a thin black tee and basketball shorts. it was a simple outfit, yet effective in driving you crazy in all the right ways.

you sighed and rolled your eyes. damn it. if you didn't know any better, he had probably spent all day glued to his couch, and it was probably going to remain that way unless you did something. you rid yourself of your puffer jacket, clearing your throat as you neatly folded it in an attempt to get him to at least acknowledge your arrival. but of course, your attempts were in vain. 

you knew for a fact that he wasn't utterly unaware of your entrance, given how the corner of his lips tugged up into the tiniest ghost of a smirk. he was playing a game you were familiar with. he sensed you walking closer to where the couch was, but paid it no mind, the yelling and screaming of his other online gaming teammates ringing out through the air along with his own voice. it was only once you were standing between the couch and tv, arms on your hips, that he craned his neck up to look at you, a smug expression forming on his face. you narrowed your eyes into a glare, tapping your foot on the ground, waiting for him to take his darned headphones.  he chuckled lowly, continuing to game by peaking over your shoulder for a few more seconds out of thorough enjoyment of watching you stew and grow impatient. but, he knew he should set a limit to his teasing. he took off his headphones and leaned forward to set them, along with his controller down on the coffee table in front of him. "something wrong?" he teased, his tone all too playful for your liking. “oh, don’t give me that. and quit smiling.” you almost immediately responded, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s cold as balls outside, but i still came to see you. you didn’t even look my way!” you scolded, but it came off more as whining to your boyfriend. 

he held his hands up in mock surrender, a small smirk still tugged at his lips at your pouty expression. he had to admit, you were pretty cute when you were mad. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he chuckled again, patting the empty space next to him on the couch. "come, sit. i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

you felt your irritation slowly but surely subside, but kept your expression indifferent. with a petulant ‘hmph!’, you looked at the spot riki patted at, and then at riki. you dodged the edge of the coffee table by the couch, deciding to climb up onto riki’s lap, straddling his thighs instead.

he could only shake his head fondly, his soft and deep laughter ringing in your ears. he was more than happy to indulge you. he leaned back against the cushions of the couch, gaze never leaving yours as one hand found a place at the small of your back.

“pay attention to me.” you whined, rather demanded, nudging your scrunched nose with riki’s. he chuckled to himself and hummed playfully, landing a gentle pinch on your hip and watching your reaction with sheer amusement. your demand earned a huff from him before he replied, "you're literally sitting in my lap right now, baby. how much more attention do you want?" “i don't know, i don’t care..”, you continued, wrapping your arms around his torso in a firm grip and burying your face into your neck. as much as you tried to act bratty and annoyed, you couldn't deny how flustered amused smirks made you feel.

he wrapped his arms around your waist in response, keeping you firmly against him, your small form pressed up against his much larger frame. your neediness was only driving his smirk to widen. "needy baby." he teased, one hand finding your hair and gently running his fingers through it. a frown of irritation formed yet again at his little tease. you further dug your face into the crook of his neck, your mind working overtime on how to reply. when you couldn’t, you decided to land a bite on his neck as ‘punishment’. he let out a slight huff in surprise at the feeling of your teeth against his skin, his grip around your waist tightening somewhat as he did. "little brat." he muttered under his breath, lightly tugging on a few strands of your hair as a 'punishment' of his own. “oww..” you pouted, dramatically massaging the spot on my scalp. you pulled your face out of the crook of his neck, announcing your irritation with a frowny face. apart from irritation, there was a certain flare of competitiveness in your eyes. oh, it was so on. the pads of your fingers and palm made contact with riki’s chest as you landed a slap on it in return.

"hey-" he cut himself off with a scoff when you slapped his chest, the expression on his face growing into a smirk once more. he knew all too well about your playful tendencies, and his competitive nature was beginning to be triggered now. without a word, he suddenly hooked one arm leg under your thighs, the other near your waist and lifted you up. with a few long strides, he carried you to his bed before you could even process what was happening, unceremoniously dropping you onto his bed. your eyes widened, and before you could even try shouting at him or wriggling out of his hold, you landed on the black duvet covering his twin bed with a bounce. dumbfounded, you exclaimed, “did you just body slam me, riki?!” he chuckled as he crawled onto the bed between your legs, hovering over you on all fours. his smirk grew as he watched you pout up at him, clearly not too happy about the way you had landed on the bed. "i guess you could say that. did you like it?" he asked in a teasing tone, one of his hands going to tease under your shirt. “i- wha-” butterflies. god, butterflies had likely colonised your stomach over his stupid smirks and how he could easily manhandle you into doing essentially anything. but, you knew better than to give him the satisfaction of seeing how flustered you were. you concealed your feelings with a grumpy pout and maybe just a little genuine embarrassment of your own lack of strength. “you can’t just do that!” he chuckled yet again, his hand still exploring your exposed skin under your shirt, slowly making its way up to your ribs, right under the lacy edge of your bra as he continued to look down at you. your bratty behavior amused him, and he was always fond of how easy it was for him to tease you. "i just did, baby. it's fucking adorable how easy it was to." he cooed, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his nose nuzzled into its subtly fragranced skin. if you were standing right now, you were certain your knees would've given out. there was something so attractive about riki's confidence, not to mention his little cuss, that it turned you on in ways almost embarrassing. you shakily exhaled and frowned in slight offense, realizing you were a gone case if you stayed there any longer. stuck under some of the weight of his larger, muscular frame, you began squirming and wriggling in hopes to coax yourself out of his grip. he simply scoffed and grinned at your efforts to escape from under him and used the hand not snuck up your shirt to pin both your wrists over your head. he now pressed his lips against the side of your neck, planting a few gentle kisses before speaking again. "stop squirming." he whispered next to your ear before nipping at the lobe. you felt your face heat up, a tingle between your legs now undeniable. you bit the insides of your cheeks and let out a silent shaky exhale. you continued squirming under him, now using a tactic of pity to get away from the situation. “let me go, you’re heavy...” he lifted his head from your neck to flash you a wolfish grin, using his knees to spread your legs apart. the next thing you knew was his very evident erection pressed right by your thigh, and his hot, deep whisper right by your lips, “nah.” part 2

[meganegatari]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was she going to do now?

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[demilypyro]

I'm ngl. I didn't actually like Amy Rose all that much until I started reading the IDW comics.

When I was younger, while I wasn't a very active Sonic fan, I was at least aware of most of the characters and what they were about. I'd played some random games like Sonic Heroes, Sonic Riders Zero Gravity, Sonic Unleashed, and Sonic Generations. And Amy, most of the time, was...... kinda shit?

She had like, two character traits. And they were "girl" and "crush on Sonic." Not a lot to get invested in, and as the most prominent female character in the franchise, it didn't exactly feel like a forward-thinking way to write a woman. She was mostly... an annoying side character. And I didn't really think much of her.

But then. Man. Those fucking comics.

By just the end of the first arc, Amy is put in charge of managing the resistance against Eggman. After being a minor supporting character in Forces, she's suddenly put in a leadership role... and she fucking excels. She's caring, committed, intelligent and powerful. She's a natural leader. She kicks butt! And even when things are calm, she's fun to watch. And she gets screentime! She plays at least a small part in almost every major arc of the comic, always making a difference, always part of the crew, always important and present. It rules.

Meanwhile she maintains her crush on Sonic, but rather than the rather annoying obsessive behaviour she used to display, it's much more casual. She's flirty and sassy about it, she teases him, she has fun with it. And Sonic reciprocates a bit! You get the feeling he actually *likes* her! I actually kinda started to ship it.

After being a character I basically gave no shits about in the past, reading the IDW comics made Amy shoot way up the rankings for me. She became one of my favorite characters in the franchise, top five at least. I love seeing her in anything.

I'm not really sure how Amy is handled in the games nowadays. I haven't played Frontiers yet. But IDW Amy? Man.

That's my girl right there.

[babbymochiiii]

⊹₊ ⋆ᯓ★ street racer mark lee

❤︎ ໋𓈒 street racer!mark x afab!reader; you can ride me...or you can ride with me.

ʚ warnings: not proof read, ngl i'm pretty lazy with the smut here...so bare with me cause i was losing the creative juice for it 💀, some boob loving, oral/fingering (f), p in v, unprotected sex (pls...use a condom), mark is drunk on pussy 🤷🏽, creampie x2, possessive mark, dub con, backseat sex, johnny being an asshole of not respecting your space, screaming match between mark and reader, and lots of curse words being thrown around one another. won't lie the second smut scene might make some of my readers uncomfortable due to the content it has and how mark just handles the situation, so i will be putting a little warning sign between the dialogue so if you wish to skip it you can, i don't think you need to have full context of what happens as i feel like the dialogue that comes after explains itself. 

ʚ to hear that songs that lowkey had some inspiration to this fic, here is the link to the spotify playlist i made; click here for street racer! mark playlist!

ʚ author’s note: yes this is me adding more about street racer mark from my first ever post here…but with a bit more fun >:) enjoy! originally, i did want to get this out before mark’s b-day, but my bf was in town from school and we’ll all writing plans went out the window and i had to take advantage of my time with him 😩🫶🏼 other than that note, i have been writing here and there for this post as much as i could or really come up with on the spot cause my brain is in a little :P mood for a while now so… ✨motivation is fast and furious ✨

ʚ word count: 7.4k words

❤︎ ໋𓈒 if you haven't read the past parts to this series, here is the series m.list!

street racer!mark who loves the adrenaline rush he gets every time he races.

street racer! mark who is honestly pretty cold and straight forward with people but is a honestly a golden retriever with his tight circle. (He’s a Doberman basically)

street racer! mark from the first moment he saw you, he knew you were his.

street racer! mark who was ready to bash his opponents head into his steering wheel for even looking at you the way he did when you were set up as their flag girl (though he knew he couldn’t but that wouldn’t stop him)

street racer! mark who honestly catches johnny off guard when he acts all sweet and nice to you after you helped start the race he just finished (and won)

street racer! mark who realized he lowkey made a fool of himself when he asked you to be his sugar mama, but couldn’t help but feel his soul sore when he heard you laugh at his rambling

street racer! mark who knew the moment that you agreed to hanging out with him after his two races, you were meant to be his

street racer! mark who honestly cornered your friend into a corner and convinced her to give him your number after not seeing you for a month (he’s quite convincing without doing much)

street racer! mark who feels like a hormonal teenage boy feeling extremely nervous when texting you due to the fact that he wasn’t sure how your relationship with him stood

street racer! mark who the moments he sends the first text he throws his phone onto his bed before shoving his face between his hands because he knows that you have him whipped after one interaction

street racer! mark who jumps at the sound of his phone signaling that he had a new text message, and with a racing heart, grabs his phone and instantly felt his face heat up in ecstasy and a small laugh of embarrassment for not explaining that it was him in the first place when you asked who was texting you

street racer! mark who invites you out to the races tonight, shooting a blank bullet knowing it was hit or miss if you came out tonight or not; but to his delight you ended up saying yes causing him to jump up and let out a “HELL YEAH!” in the process while gaining a weird look from haechan as he walked passed his door

street racer! mark who watches your interaction with johnny from afar, his jaw set as he tries not to storm over. but the moment he sees johnny reach towards your hair and pull it out of the make-shift low bun you had something within him set ablaze and he started to make his way towards you.

“y/n! there you are!” he called out as he was close enough to be in your ear shot. “mark, hey!” you said as you turned and looked at him with a wide smile. “so I was thinking, do you possibly want to get in the car with me for my next race?” he asked you as he looked at you with a look that he knew you couldn’t refuse his offer. you have a look of hesitance. “i mean is that allowed? like dude, I’m not trying to break any rules that says I’m not supposed to do this so like—“ you rambled as you looked between mark and johnny for reassurance (it bothered him you looked at johnny with that look on your face and not just him…) “nah bro, you good. besides it’s sort of really freaking rare if someone sat in the passenger seat with the driver unless that person is on their team.” he made sure to reassure you as he placed his arm around your shoulders and bringing you to his side. you looked up at mark and gave him a wide smile of excitement, that to him, makes your eyes sparkle with said emotion. “then, yeah I’ll go ride with you.”

street racer! mark who can’t stop laughing at the way you scream his name out as he speeds down the roads. several squeals leave your lips as you also laughed out as he could tell was your adrenaline causing you to react in that way.

street racer! mark who can’t help but feel the pride swell in his chest as you cheer him on for winning the race.

street racer! mark who can’t help but hold in his laugh knowing that he caught you off guard with his slight flirt comment.

“all thanks to you.” “dude, you’re flirting.” you said as mark watched your jaw drop slightly in shock. with the small silence that falls between the two of you, makes you both laugh out over the moment.

street racer! mark who doesn’t think twice about leaning in (nor did he care) as he watched you lean in as well with hooded eyes.

street racer!mark who was ready to end johnny’s life as he knew he purposely slammed the car’s hood and squeezed in between the two of you for conversation.

street racer! mark who was trying his best to keep his cool in front of you as he continued the conversation.

“you should’ve heard how she was screaming at the top of her lungs.” mark said as he laughs about your reaction. “yeah i bet she was pretty loud.” johnny said with a cocky smirk while looking down at you.

street racer! mark who was picturing 1,000 ways of his killing his so called friend after the comment he made, but of course that didn’t stop for either of their slip up in front of you as they glared at one another with a knowing look.

street racer! mark who despite the fact he said goodbye to you with glee, he turned around back towards johnny, who he too was turning towards mark, losing the smile on his face as an intense silence falls before them.

"what are you getting at Suh?" mark said getting straight to the point. "don't know what you mean, Lee." johnny said with a smirk as the situation wasn't obvious. "you know i'm going after her." mark said as he felt his anger starting to take over him. johnny scoffs. "it's not like you laid a claim on her just yet mark. she's free game."

street racer! mark who knew with the way johnny smiled at him meant nothing good, and knew that if he wanted you to be his and only his, he had to find ways (and he always found a way)

street racer! mark who coincidentally bumped into you on college campus and somehow convinced you to hang out with him outside of the car meet (anything to get the upper hand)

street racer! mark who couldn't stop staring at you when he took you to a diner that is a couple miles out of town; you were scared of course, but mark reassured you that everything was going to be okay with him beside you (and dude has a gun with him so really yall are fine-)

street racer! mark who somehow convinced you to go with him to a tattoo/piercing shop with him.

"you're getting your eyebrow pierced?" you asked with an intrigued tone lacing around your question. "yeah, i mean, why not? been wanting to get one honestly." mark said as he gave you a quick glance as he continued to drive down the road towards the shop. "i think you'll look good with it." you said softly as you felt yourself blush at the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. suddenly, the thought was more than just innocent thought. mark is a very good looking man, you couldn't deny it as you felt yourself attracted, but for some reason the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing....it makes you squeeze your thighs together. you tried to be discreet about it, as said man you're fantasizing about it right next to you.

street racer! mark who doesn't miss the way you clench your thighs together as you continue savoring the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. his free hand runs along the bottom of his bottom lip as a smirk stretches on his face at the thought of you getting turned on. the hand on steering wheel tightens slightly at the thought of you in such a way for him to the point that his knuckles turn white, before he let's go of his grip to calm himself down as you both have arrived to the shop.

"ready?" you asked mark as you both walked towards the front door of said shop. "ready than never, baby." mark said lowly in such a sultry tone, that it visible made chills run down your spine and for a slight blush dust on your face and neck, as you tried to look away from him, but he could read your body language by now and it only made him chuckle to himself.

street racer! mark who sits down on the chair the body piercer has in their room as they prep everything for the procedure.

when mark look's toward you he swears you're more nervous for him that he is for himself. "you okay, baby?" he asked as he couldn't help but smirk at you, but still took hold of your hand in his in a gentle hold. "y-yeah, just...you know. it's a big needle." you mumbled as you look down to where his thumb was rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles to distract you from your own nerves. "i'll be okay, don't worry too much for me baby." mark said as he gave you a small squeeze of reassurance.

street racer! mark who couldn’t help but feel his ego swell due to the fact that you couldn’t stop looking at him with his new piercing.

“you okay baby?” mark asked as he gave you a quick glance in the car before looking back towards the road. “huh? oh— uh yeah, i’m fine!” you squeaked out embarrassed as you looked at your hands resting at your lap. your nails are looking really interesting right now. mark smirked at your reaction before he continued to drive to your dorm complex.

street racer! mark who makes sure that everyone knows that you are his. does not give a flying fuck honestly at how people react when you’re with him, he knows has to stop it and doesn’t care how he’s gotta get them to shut up. but of course, there is johnny…who doesn’t know what isn’t yours, you shouldn’t touch.

street racer! mark who is fed up with johnny’s bs of blatantly flirting with you in front of him. to which he takes measures into his own hand and asks you out on an official date with him tomorrow night.

“on—on a date?” you asked him as he saw the way your face and neck started to flush in a delicate red shade. “yes, thought i’d make it official.” mark said as he leaned in slightly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “i— yeah i would love to.” you mumbled softly to him as he let his hand linger softly on your cheek, causing you to flush deeper. “great i’ll pick you up, baby.” mark said as he placed a quick, tender kiss on your forehead. when mark stood straight, he looked behind you and saw the way johnny was sending him glares towards him, that mark couldn’t help but smirk at him before he took your hand and brought you to his car.

street racer! mark who goes all out for your first date with him. he was honestly a nervous wreck, but was pulling though seeing how brightly you were smiling at him, and just how your eyes caught the light just right...it made his heart go into overdrive at the sight before him.

street racer! mark who is such a gentleman throughout the whole date that you honestly can't help but make the first move on him when he dropped you off at your dorm room's door.

"i had a good night tonight." you said softly as you looked up towards mark with a small smile on your face and with a knowing blush resting on your face. "i'm glad you enjoyed it baby. anything for you." mark said as he looked down at you with a boyish smile playing on his face. something about the way mark looked in front of you had you in a daze. his black hair in a messy slicked back hairstyle with some strands of hair falling in his face. the classic leather black jacket he wore, this time with a white shirt underneath the jacket, black belt wrapped around blue jeans, as he wore black boots with his whole outfit. your mouth was honestly watering at the sight in front of you. "do you want to go on a da—" mark started but was cut off with the feeling of you taking hold of his shirt in your hand and pulling him down to your level. "—date?" "shut up and kiss me mark." you commanded softly as you eyed the way he licked his lips. without saying a word, mark leaned in and delivered one hell of a bruising kiss. nothing about the kiss was delicate like he was treating you all night. the kiss was straight passion that was breaking through the restraints that held around mark as all he's been wanting to do was devour you whole. there was some teeth clash, but neither of you cared as all you both wanted was to get closer to the other as you tried to fight for dominance in the kiss. you instantly gave up in trying to win for dominance when mark's tongue grazed along yours, causing you to whimper in the kiss as you felt yourself melting at the taste and feeling of him.

street racer! mark who was trying to be a complete and utter gentleman when it came to wanting to take things further with you, but didn't want to push things further if you weren't willing to push at the boundaries as well.

"baby." mark mumbled in the kiss before pulling himself apart, as much to both of yours protest. "i don't want to do anything you don't want to do." mark said as he felt your hands wrap themselves around his neck and find the length of his hair and pull at it, causing for a groan to escape his lips. mark felt himself twitch in his jeans as tugged again at his roots, causing him to bite his bottom lip and look down at you. "mark please...i need you" you muttered your plea as you looked up at him with such doe eyes and a small pout that mark knew that he was completely at your mercy.

street racer! mark who the moment you opened your door and walked inside, he had you pinned against the closed door.

"are you sure you want to do this?" mark said as he looked down at you where you were caged between his arms. "yes." you breathlessly moaned out as you arched your back where your chest grazed his, just to show him how willing you are. "fuck..." mark mumbled before he placed his had at the back of your neck and pulled you into another throb-inducing-kiss. clothes started to come off between the two of you as you walked towards your bed, where mark wanted everything to be comfortable, mostly for you. you were only left in your underwear as you laid so pretty under the dim lighting of your bedroom. mark swore under his breath as he watched the way your chest rises and falls in quick breathes. his eyes travel over the expense of your exposed skin. it didn't take long for mark to find himself between your thighs. he captured your lips into a gentle kiss, completely different from before. inviting as the kiss was, it quickly turned harsh and hot when you bit mark's bottom lip. mark led his kisses down your neck in open mouth kisses, leaving blossoming bruises on the juncture that was between your neck and shoulder. as mark's lips traveled down your sternum, you started to release more breathy moans as the ticklish sensations over your flushed skin. mark took hold of your plumped breasts into each of his hand and gave them a slight squeeze, earning a delicious moan from you. encouraged, he takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth and suck on them lightly while tracing the tip of his tongue over it. you started to mumble curses as mark began to stimulate your neglected nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. he pulled on the nipple as he simultaneously bit down softly and tug on the nipple in his mouth causing for you to arch your back off of your bed and moan out loudly. with a lewd pop, mark started to kiss down your navel leaving slight nips in his path. once he reached down your clothed cunt, he started to place small, quick pecks where your clit lays. seeing the way you reacted. without wanting to wait to devour you any longer, mark rips your underwear in half with a rasped promise; "i'll buy you a new one baby, don't worry." was the last you heard before a moan rips through you as he placed a hard press of his tongue between your wet folds. mark starts to eat you out in a rhythm-ed pace that his tongue and fingers followed as they went inside of you, curling the front of the digits against your gummy walls. as mark continued, he felt you clench around his fingers and tongue. with one last push and curl, he had you arching your back off of your bed with a loud moan as you came. mark helped you ride out your orgasm with slow thrusts of his fingers. as you came calmed down from the intensity of the orgasm, you failed to notice mark pulling down his pants freeing his hard, aching length from it's death trap. mark gave himself a few pumps before he leaned above you. he lined himself up to your gaping entrance, but wanted to distract you due to the fact he feels like he didn't stretch you out enough with his fingers.

mark placed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, that made you fully pull your focus into the kiss. as he continued to kiss you, mark pushed himself into your first ring of resistance. you whimpered at the sensation of the stretch, while mark moaned at how tight you felt around him. mark slowly pumped himself in and out, slowly, resting the waters a bit to see how you would react to his movements. as mark started to pick up his pace, you both completely lose yourselves to the sensation you were feeling. mark was completely weak in the knees as he felt the way your gummy walls milked him with each stroke. not realizing how lost he was in the feeling, mark speed up to such a delicious pace it had you rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. you could hear mark mumbling incoherent sentences, but you were able to catch some of the words that slipped out of his mouth; “so fucking tight.”; “she’s sucking me in so good— fuck.” ; “that’s it baby, take me just like that…”;“listen to her, she’s fucking talking to me.” with each sentence that you could catch beyond your moans and his grunts, caused you to clench around him uncontrollably, that only causes mark to keep losing the little resolve he had left. "baby, if you keep clenching me like that...i'm not going to last long." mark said as he felt himself just continuing his brutal pace that had him grazing against your cervix in such a delicious way, that you swore you would give this man whatever he wanted if it meant that he could keep making you feel the way you do right now. "mark, please...please i'm so close! i—" you choked out a moan as he started to go in such a much faster pace than he was before (that was surprising you in all honestly) that your legs were practically on his shoulders at this point for the way he kept leaning against you to kiss between the valley of your breasts, along the juncture of your neck and jaw. you could feel the long, burning tell-tale of your orgasm fast approaching, especially if mark kept up with the fast pace that his hips where sending against yours. making your entire body jump up against his thrusts. "fuck, baby you're so beautiful taking me the way you are and how you're looking at me." mark grunted out as he whipped a strand of hair that was clinging to your sweaty forehead. "so beautiful — shit — and all mine." mark said, and in that moment it was as if something officially snapped within his mind because if he was going fast now, he was going in faster (that you swore wasn't humanly possible but he was proving you wrong.) "say it." he said as his hand went down your navel, and pressed his thumb down hard onto your throbbing clit, causing you to arch your back at the sensation mixing in with his ruthless thrusts. "say it for me baby, please i need to hear it." mark moaned out, that sounded like an a whimper by the end. you knew then and there that he was close to his orgasm as much as you are as he wanted that one finally push and his hips started to stutter. "m-mark, i'm all yours!" you squealed out as mark started to rub his fingers in a messy side-to-side matter against your clit that without warning you came loud and hard. mark swore he was in heaven the moment he felt you clench his cock in such a vice grip that it was almost impossible to continue thrusting himself into you. but along with you, mark groaned as he let out his load inside of you (not really thinking of the consequences it could bring of course.) mark rode out his orgasm, while helping you through yours.

street racer! mark who watches you with such tender expression that it hurts his heart knowing how quickly you came into his world and took him off of the course he was on. (he's in love with you)

street racer! mark who slowly removes himself from inside of you with a groan, before quietly leaving your side to go to your bathroom to grab a soft towel to clean you up with.

you felt something gently graze over your sensitive entrance that caused you to let out a small whimper at the sensation. "hey...sorry i don't mean to hurt you baby. just trying to clean you up so we can go shower and sleep for the night." mark said gently as he lifted himself up and started to place sweet, gentle kisses on your face as he watched you slowly lift up your hooded eyelids that were heavy with sleep. "okay..." you said softly as you gave mark a small smile. you and mark looked at one another with such tenderness that you honestly felt like you were gonna go into some sort of cardiac arrest at the way your heart was beating out of it's normal pace. "hi." you said shyly as you didn't know what to say to him. mark chuckled as he saw the shy blush carry itself across your face and chest. "hi, baby." he said softly as he placed a kiss onto your forehead. "come on, lemme help you into the shower." he said as he placed his arms around your neck and the back of your knees.

street racer! mark who was absolutely incredible at aftercare that honestly made you want to cry due to the fact he paid such attention on your needs, that you just felt so loved.

street racer! mark who after your shower, gives you a shirt he found in your closet and brings you to bed. makes sure you drink your water, and that you get all the cuddles in as you both get some much needed sleep.

street racer! mark who hasn't seen you in a while due to you become busy with schoolwork as it became one of the busiest week of the school year.

street racer! mark who is excited when he steps out of his car in front of your school campus as he goes to the other side of his car to lean against it, to surprise you with a pick up ride from him, when the smile he had on his face falls as he sees you walking out with some guy at your side.

street racer! mark who can see the way you're smiling at him and tilted your head back in laughter, by the way your shoulders shook up and down, from what he said. whatever he could've said, couldn't be that funny.

street racer! mark who watches the way your eyes lit up at the exact moment that you looked forward again, that he couldn't help but feel reassured in himself when you left with a quick goodbye to the guy behind you and made a full sprint towards mark.

"mark!" you squealed out in happiness as you opened your arms open as you jumped into mark's waiting arms for you. mark spun the two of you around quickly as he held you in a tight hug that he wasn't quite ready to let go of you. "hey baby." he greeted you before he placed a kiss onto your lips. "what are you doing here?" you said as you looked up at him with such an infectious smile that he couldn't help the way his smile grew wider. "wanted to surprise you baby." he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "ooh! a surprise, are we going somewhere?" you asked as you bit your bottom lip in excitement. "you could say something like that." mark teased you as he opened your door for you.

street racer! mark who lowkey disassociates as he drives on your way to your shared dorm room. he couldn't help but think about what he saw when he picked you up. something possessive paced within his chest, that honestly was slightly unsettling to him but he couldn't help but let the feeling grow and manifest inside of him.

street racer! mark who takes a detour from the original route that he usually takes to your place. he tried not to pay attention to the look you gave him from his peripheral vision.

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"mark? why are we going this way?" you questioned quietly as you looked around the trees that were starting to surround you and the car. you were met with silence as you looked at the far out expression on his face. the silence felt so loud for you as you waited for mark to react to your question. as you opened your mouth to say something, mark suddenly breaks his car in the middle of the off-the-beaten road. silence once again takes over the two of you, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the car. you were about to speak up, but mark beat you to it. "surprise." he said in a mono toned voice. you felt a shiver run up your spine at the way he spoke to you. you've never heard him use this tone to you nor around you. it felt like a completely different person beside you. "surprise?" you questioned, afraid to add more to your question not knowing how his response is. "this is the surprise i have for you baby." mark said in a tone that was too overly sweet and it was starting to make you feel uneasy. "mark..." "who was that guy baby?" mark asked you as he tilted his head to the side, trying to seem innocent and curious. you studied mark's expression as much as you can as you tried to find some slip up on his end. seeing that he was being consistent with the front he is having, you sighed. "he's in a class of mine." mark hummed out as he looked past your shoulder with a small nod. "a guy from your class..." he mumbled out, still having that far out look on his face. when mark looked back at you, the look in his eyes almost made you flinch if he didn't reach over to you grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward. "why were you all smiles with him? don't you know you're mine? i don't get it." mark said as he looked down briefly before looking back at you. "why were you smiling at him?" he asked as he pouted at you. you honestly felt like you were gonna get whiplash. "i was being polite?" you questioned yourself at this point cause you didn't know how to approach it. mark just stared at you as the grip on the back of your neck tightened slightly as he adjusted his fingers. he reaches over with his free hand and grabs hold of you face, squishing your cheeks together to create an embarrassing pout on your lips. "get in the back seat." mark said with a side gesture of his head. you looked towards the small section of mark's car that he called his backseat. you didn't know what to make head or tail of. one part of you wanted to go cry about this cause you weren't sure where to put your emotions in, but the other part of you...she couldn't help but feel turned on by the situation you were in with mark. the way he let his possessive side show in such a raw way, made something primal rise within you. seeing that you weren't moving fast enough for him, mark repeated his command. "get in the back seat, baby." with a small gulp of uncertainty and of anticipation, you started to head towards the backseat. once situated in the backseat, you couldn't help but feel the tension rise as you saw the way mark was looking at you. a predator looking at it's prey. mark looked at you with such a predatory look in his eyes, pupils completely darken over with lust, it made you shudder and clamp your thighs together. he soon hoped over to the back seat with you and without missing a beat, he took hold of your ankle and yanked you down the seat to where he was above of you. a gasp leaves your lips as you looked up towards mark with wide eyes. without saying anything to you, mark takes holds of your hips and turns you around; ass up and face down. “mark can we please talk properly!?” you cried out as you tried to push his hands away from your hips as they tried to hook around the waist band of your skirt. "shh s'okay baby, i'm going to make you forget completely about your classmate." "mark! please..." you moaned out as you started to feel him play with your sensitive nub. "we're talking baby." mark said as he preoccupied himself with taking his half harden length out of the confines of his jeans.

“this isn’t how it’s supposed to be mark!” you cried out as you felt him push your panties to the side and start to rub himself against your slightly glistening folds. "i'd say this talk to going the way it's supposed to baby." was all he said as he continued to rub himself against your folds to the point where it was fully hard and dying to get inside of you. "besides you want me just as much as i want you. can't you feel how wet you are for me baby?" mark questions as he starts to tease your entrance with his swollen tip. you were completely torn. you didn't know what to do considering mark was not going to have an actual conversation regarding the situation the two of you are in. he just wanted to fuck this whole argument out of your system to get it over with and it just isn't supposed to be like that...you know this. but why was he making you feel so good about it. mentally you knew this whole ordeal was wrong but...physically you wanted him. you wanted to cry as you felt such intense and confused emotions, you just didn't know what to place what to what anymore. you truly couldn't find your voice in this situation, and it frustrated you to no end that you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. "please mark..." you whimpered out as you felt yourself starting to dissociate. "fuck baby, anything for you." mark said as he started to insert his length inside of you. as mark fully inserted himself inside of you he let out a pleasured moan, while you let out a whimpered cry. nothing that was happening to you felt real. absolutely nothing. mark continued pleasuring himself and you were completely disconnected. you weren't even sure if you actually came or you just faked it so it could be all over with. all you knew is that mark came inside of you, pulled out and covered you once again with your panties. letting his come ooze out of you and fall onto your panties, creating an uncomfortable feeling. "you're so good for me baby." mark whispered into your ear as he pushed your hair behind your ear and placed a chaste kiss on your temple. tears fell from your eyes as utter disgust consumed your entire being.

street racer! mark who has been noticing things have been rocky between the two of you since he picked you up from your class two weeks ago. but still has high hopes for the two of you as he sees that you are still reaching out to him in the best way you can.

street racer! mark who brings you to the car meets after the two weeks of rocky tension, to which he is completely happy and his "normal self" around you while he goes and does his races. and completely misses the way johnny watches your every move so he can have a chance to talk to you.

you were standing off to the side of the crowd in your own world as you waited for mark to finish his set races today. you were in your own world for so long, that you didn't notice that johnny has approached you until he waves his hand in your face. "oh..." you said softly as you blinked your eyes before looking up at johnny with a awkward smile. "hi, johnny." "hey sweetheart, you alright? i'm seeing you all alone and wanted to see how you're doing?" johnny says as he looked at you with a concerned look on his face. "oh i'm fine. just a bit tired from school and all." you said softly trying to shrug johnny off of you. "and mark's got you out here late? he should've just let you rest at your apartment." johnny said as he frowned his eyebrows. "yeah he wanted me to stay home and get some rest but i wanted to come out and support him since i know he has quite of few races set out for him tonight." you lied through your teeth as you gave johnny a smile. "you know..." johnny trials off as he rubs his hand on his chin before his gaze turned up on you. "...if you were my girl this wouldn't be happening to you." "excuse me?" you questioned as you felt a scoff leaves your lips as you looked at him in disbelief of what he just said to you. "i could be a better boyfriend than mark can be to you sweetheart." he said a he went to go and graze his hand on your face. you gently swatted johnny's hand away from your face before it made contact. "mark's not my boyfriend johnny." "oh really? he never made it official. this whole time i thought he has for the way he acts around you." johnny says as he rolls his eyes at the mere thought that mark has been with you for two months and hasn't grown the balls to make it official with you yet. "well...i'm not rushing him for making it official, johnny." you said as you took a step so you could create a space between yourself and johnny. "why are you even waiting when he's clearly comfortable in the position you guys are in." johnny says as he takes a step towards you, closing the space between the two of you. you rolled your eyes at him as you took a step backwards still trying to keep a good distant between him. not liking the fact that you keep distancing yourself from him, johnny takes hold of your wrist. "i could be a better boyfriend than him, angel." he whispers into your ear. "let me go!"

street racer! mark who finishes the first half of his races and looks for you the moment he parked his car. as he looked for you amongst the crowd, finally landed his eyes onto your figure. but what he saw was making him see red.

street racer! mark who sees the way you and johnny are both cozy against the other, as johnny holds you close to his form. even though he fails to see the obvious discomfort on your face, mark comes up with 1 to 1 million ways that this is you moving on from him and he just couldn't have it that way what's so ever.

street racer! mark who races towards the two of you. pushes johnny off of you and taking hold of your wrist in his hand and dragging you behind him to his car. damn the rest of the races he had planned out for the rest of the night...he wanted to deal with you.

"mark! slow down!" you cried out behind him as you stumbled on your steps as he was moving too fast for you to catch up to him. you were met with silence from him as he continued to drag you behind him. the only response you got from him was the hold on your wrist tightening to the point where it started to pinch your skin in between his fingers. the sensation causes you to wince. mark slightly faltered at the sound of your pained grunt, but continued pushing through the crowd towards his car. one you both made it to his car, mark opened the passenger's door and pushed you inside before he slammed the door shut. this causes you to flinch at the sound and the sudden jerked motion the car had due to the force of the car door slamming shut in your face. you honestly didn't know what was going to happen to you right now. you've never seen mark this mad before. yes...there was the instance with your classmate but this...this was a different mark. this wasn't the mark that you got to know. mark got into his side of the car with slam of his car door as well. without saying anything to you, he starts the car and has the car moving faster before you could get something into the tense air between the two of you. "mark—" "why do you do this!?" mark yells out as he starts to speed down the dirt road that leads out of the car meet. "do what mark!? what did i do?" you cried out as you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes as you felt yourself get frustrated as you knew where this was going to go now. "why the fuck were you so close to johnny? of all fucking people, him! you know how he makes me feel!" mark yells out as he slams one hand on the steering wheel. "mark...johnny was trying his usual shit on me yes! i was trying to get out of the situation but he wasn't letting me!" you said as tears started to fall down your face. "i don't fucking believe you." mark said with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. you felt your heart sink at the declaration he made about you. "are—" you cut yourself off as you felt a laugh bubble in your throat, letting yourself know that you are starting to fall into some sort of shock. "—are you fucking serious right now mark lee? do you FUCKING HEAR YOURSELF!?" you screamed out as more tears started to fall down your face in pure blistering anger. "i wouldn't be surprised if you've thrown yourself at him. i've seen the way you look at that motherfucker." mark says as he presses down on the gas peddle causing the car to jerk faster down the road. you looked towards the car's speedometer and was met with '100 mph' in bold, bright lettering. "mark slow down." you said as you stared at the speedometer and towards the outside of your window to see the dark sky and trees in a complete blur of speed. "mark slow down!" you cried out again. "just SHUT UP!" mark screamed out as he looked towards you with such intense anger in his eyes that you swore this man hates you from the way he is just treating you. you opened your mouth to say something but the next thing that you remember hearing was the sound of shattering glass and a gasp leave your lips, before your world goes completely black.

street racer! mark who groggily wakes up to intense bright lighting in his eyes, and he thinks that he simply left the lights on of his room again, until he starts to hear the slow beeping sounds around him.

street racer! mark who fully opens his eyes and takes in his surrounding to see that he is laying in a hospital bed, and his right arm is in a cast and a sling. he starts to wonder what happened, but all he can remember was the argument in the car with you and then everything went blank from there.

street racer! mark who gasps finally realizing that you were in the accident too and started to feel himself panic seeing that you weren't near him nor in the same room as him.

"you're finally awake." mark heard a voice say at the foot of his bed. mark looked towards the standing figure of his bed and recognized your best friend. he noticed the blood shot and puffy eyes she adored and couldn't help but assume the worst. "is she...is she—" "she's fine and thankfully very much alive, no thanks to you." she snaps as she gave him a look of pure disgust. mark rolls his eyes at her tone, but continues the conversation as if she never even spoke. "i want to go see her." he said as he tried to sit up but winces due to the sharp pain at his side. "you have bruised ribs, so i would lay down if i were you." she muttered as she sent daggers towards mark. "besides, i'm not letting you seeing her." she said as she crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow towards him as if daring him to challenge her. "the fuck? i can see her if i want. you don't get a say in that!" mark said as he started to feel his anger get the best of him. "you are the reason she is in a hospital bed right now! you are the reason she has a fucking coma!" your best friend yelled out as she pointed an accusing finger towards him as she tried to hold back the tears that are stinging her eyes due to the pure anger she was feeling. "a c-coma?" mark said as he looked at her with wide eyes. "yeah, a coma. the doctors don't know when she will wake up...the chances are low."

street racer! mark who felt his entire self being shatter at the thought of you not remembering anything that has happened.

"a coma..." mark muttered to himself as he felt himself start to zone out due to the shock the news brought him.

ʚ a/n: to be completely honest with you, i wasn't really expecting to take it this way but i honestly like how it turned out because it adds a bit of drama to this fic and truly shows the persona i created for mark in this au. just wanted yall to go through what the reader goes through in seeing his true persona! lemme know your thoughts!!  

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CAN'T HAVE MORE ✦ CHARLES LECLERC

premise. when you met charles leclerc, you didn't expect him to want to fund your entire living. when charles funded your entire living, you didn't expect to fall head over heels for him. the situation comes falling down in your head as you ride him in the back of his car.

tags #ㅤsugar daddy/sugar baby, car sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, body worship, pining, implied one-sided relationship, open ending, smut with feelings, riding wc #ㅤ1.5k

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“You’re so fucking perfect for me, you know that?” Charles groans in your ear, feeling your body up as he sways your hips with every thrust. The leather seats of the car creak softly with every movement, thumping in sync with your moans. His praise wraps around you like a cocoon. Your body is being embraced by the warmth of it all. It spreads to your heart and it feels like you're trapped just to be loved by this man.

But—that's not how it should be, right? This was supposed to be transactional. Simple. 

But the way he looks at you (like you’re the only thing that matters in the world), the way he kisses you (like you're a love he once lost), and the way he holds you (like he's starved from affection his entire life so he craves you) breaks through the walls you’ve carefully built. 

“Charles…” you breathe, trembling as you lean forward. His eyes lock with yours, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The car, the streets, the money—none of it matters. Like a backdrop to a movie where the characters confess their love. Like the weapon used for a murder of passion. Like the lube you use to slick Charles’ cock so you can get to the main course.

“Tell me,” his hands slide up your sides, fingertips trailing to your hardened nipples, “tell me how good I make you feel.”

If he really does want to hear it, you think the both of you will be here for some time.

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hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day <33 This is a Lackadaisy request for a one shot so yippee! Basically just reader having a toxic relationship and how Mordecai, Rocky, and maybe other characters deal with it. Hope you have fun writing this angst prompt and I’ll be looking forward to it! Toodles <3

Hey, hi, hello! First of all thank you! I hope you're having a great day/night too! :3

Second of all, when I saw the request I was like: 'wait, that will be cool to write!' although ngl I've kind of procrastinated the writing process, sorry, I just lost my motivation and I had to push myself to start writing this ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

However I've finally got my motivation back. I'm not very good at making oneshots, it's my second time making one if I can even call this thing an one shot so if it's not looking like a proper one, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to get a hang of it. I was struggling a bit due to the lack of information so i tried to keep stuff neutral enough to not imply names nor gender which usually is not a problem to me, but lately I've been feeling like someone put a block to my creativity so if this writing isn't as good, you'll have to excuse me...

In case it is not what you expected, please let me know what to fix. Any advices are welcome!

Summary: How would Mordecai, Rocky deal with a reader who's in a toxic relationship.

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship of course, mentions of death, reader is gn, the relationship between the reader and canon characters is undefined.

Mordecai:

When he heard you complaining about some unreasonable arguments that you've had with your partner, he's been trying to be polite, trying to give you a few advices, telling you your partner was not acting wisely, not like a proper partner should. As the time passed, you had more and more complaints and on top of that you looked more gloomy. Seeing that, Mordecai's comments about how you should do something about it or just leave the person, worsened. How could you be so stupid not seeing what a two-faced, serpent with no respect your partner was?!

He always felt strange towards relationships, but now it was even worse after observing how someone close to him hurts themselves because of some weird relationships and odd feelings.

The line has been crossed when he saw you crying in a corner one day. The look of you - helplessly trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but only making it worse, rubbing them all over your face - reminded him of the time his little sister had scraped her knee and was weeping until he himself came to help her.

That was it.

You were too stubborn, too jumbled in those stupid feelings to do anything. If not him, no one is gonna take care of this situation.

That night he left his apartment with a fedora that cast a shadow over his face along with a coat that blended his figure into the darkness of the night. He already got everything he needed to know. He connected every little dot, every fact you said about your partner and the places you hung around - Mordecai quickly figured out their place of living.

In the future you have to be more careful what you say... he probably should tell you that.

After he reached your partner's flat, his lock picking skills were up to use. Much to his dismay, the rest of what he had left to do was a bit messy...

He didn't know how to comfort you the following days as you weeped over your not-so-alive partner, but at least neither you nor he had to worry about a certain somebody ruining your mental nor physical health anymore.

He's not a guy of many words nor one who shows much emotion / affection if any at all so you cannot expect much comfort from him, but he'll try to be there for you despite everything.

He will not tell you it was him who killed your partner tho, no, you would hate him for that even tho he 'did the right thing'... Or at least that's what he's been telling himself.

If you really want to, you'll find someone better, who will be the right for you, for sure.

Rocky:

He was happy to see you and your partner in the speakeasy. He loved bothering and teasing you two. It was fun and giggles until he started to notice you coming to Lackadaisy alone more often or acting somewhat odd when with your partner.

He observed you as you sat alone at the bar, leaning over a glass of illicit beverage. He was curious about the reason of it hence he came up to you:

- "hey there sulky-puss, where's your partner?" He rested his fists on his hips.

- "I don't really want to talk about this." You grumbled out.

- "Oh c'mon, pal! Spill the beans!" He cheered with his usual toothy smile.

- "No, Rocky, I'm not in the mood" you cut him off. Seeing his grin getting wiped away from his face exchanged for a confused look made you wince, you hated seeing him upset. "Sorry, I just-... It's a bit complicated, don't worry about it, okay?"

He nodded, he didn't want to bother you too much, he tried to ignore it... at least for now. However he couldn't shake off a bad feeling he had about what was happening. However he started to pick up stuff like: how your arms were often drooped, how hunched your posture was, how you looked like a walking ball of anxiety. He tried to talk to you, to crack a joke, to cheer you up. Sometimes it had the intended effect and sometimes it had the opposite outcome, but he didn't want to give up. After some conversations during which you may or may have not been slightly tipsy he concluded 'your partner was the matter'.

- "Woah, Woah, Woah-... Your partner did what?"

- "yeah... They started threatening me after I said I wanted to leave." You admitted quietly.

- "Oh no, that is not the spirit of love!" He pressed his palms to his cheeks dramatically, making his lips pursue like a fish.

- "Unfortunately you're right, it's not... I don't know what to do anymore." You whined and then took a sip of your beverage.

.

you may not have had any ideas on what to do but he did...

.

That awful person was making their significant other feel unsafe and unloved! I'll show them what the real threat is!-

He took a big swing and...

Clash ..Voomf..

A burning bottle filled with motor oil and gasoline hit the wall of a house and set it on fire.

- "TASTE THE BURNING FLAMES OF LOVE! Ahahah- Or rather the flames of sweet justice. I probably should've said that instead." Rocky brought his finger up to scratch his chin. "Hmm, I should have-"

- "YOU BASTARD!!" A sudden yell came from the window.

Rocky looked up and his lips widened in a twisted grin.

- "You brought this on yourself!! BhAHahHa!!" Once he saw the figure rushing and disappearing deeper into the house, he knew that was the moment to run and so he did...with a maniacal laugh.

The condition of your partner and their house depends on how generous Rocky felt that day.

Let's hope your partner is scared enough to leave you alone and not seek revenge.

[princessleprechaunnn]

housewife!reader x natalie scatorccio

warnings: marriage to a man, gay shit, cussing, substance abuse, infidelity, mentions of nsfw stuff

first part

second part

inspo

um i imagine this taking place in 2000

it has been a month since nat said some rather forward things to you

you have felt trapped in your own house lately, as you caught your husband on the phone in quite a sexy conversation the other night.

well, at least one thing is for certain. your husband is most definitely cheating.

shouldn't you be sad? breakdown? why do you not care?

it is a relatively boring day, as you have been avoiding natalie since her comment.

you keep telling yourself she was stoned, she was just fucking around. 

(but what scared you was how much you wished she meant it.)

it came to the time where you usually went on your walks. stepping out into the sun, you don’t get far before a voice is calling your name.

nat

hiding your panic, you walk over with a smile on your face.

“hi natalie, how are you?”

she snickers at your question, before asking one of her own

“you coming over tonight? i scored some weed, the good shit too. you can bring those fucking cookies you make, we can pig out.”

fidgeting with the ring on your finger, you look down.

“my husband is gonna try to be home early tonight, i cant.”

she laughs dryly

“right, husband of the year. yeah, have fun with him.”

later that night, it's almost 12 and surprise surprise, your husband isn't home yet.

you sat on the couch watching “the price is right”, too caught up in your own thoughts to even notice what was happening.

but suddenly you wondered what nat was doing. you were tired of dodging her, you wanted to see her again.

getting up, and putting on whatever loungeset was clean, you walked over to her house.

knocking on the door softly, you stood there.

natalie opened the door with an annoyed look.

“what happened to husband of the year? he still not home?”

okay, you deserved that, but ouch.

“can i come in please?”

stepping aside, you walk into her dingy house. glancing at the counter, you see the rolled up blunts in a bag.

“im sorry for avoiding you.”

natalies expression changes, a blank look on her face.

“its whatever, want weed?”

soon after you both sit on the couch, the clouds of smoke floating high above you.

breaking the silence, you spoke softly.

“i don’t know why i put up with him. i don’t want him”

turning her head to you, natalie meets your gaze.

“because it is all you know.”

your eyes roamed across her face, memorizing each feature.

“what if i want to know more?”

you subconsciously shift closer to nat, and she quickly takes a peek at your lips. you stare at hers, the soft and inviting pinkness luring you in.

she looks into your eyes, and says

“well if it’s an invitation you’re looking for, it was sent out a while ago.”

your lips crash into hers

uhhhh freaky shit ig?

In my brain, nat freaked your shit then you freaked hers

Idk man i dont write that stuff so use your imagination

But once its done you guys lay there on nats couch and stare at the ceiling

You just cheated on your husband

Holy shit

Nat is better than your husband 100%

Its silent for a while as you both lay there contemplating what you did, but finally you speak up

“Is it always that good?”

Nat turns her body towards you and laughs softly

“With me, yeah.”

You end up spending the night at nats, sneaking back to your house in the morning

That night started your illicit affair with natalie scatorccio.

ngl I did not remember writing this. I went to my docs to write more and this was there so yippee I guess.

[n3ptoonz]

Hello! Can you write Baraka, Syzoth, Kenshi and Liu Kang reacting to an s/o who likes to trace their tattoos. (Also tattoos are hot)

hiya and i certainly can anon! (i fully agree. whenever i see THAT raiden skin i literally want to jump through a closed window)

mk1 hcs: how baraka, syzoth, kenshi, and liu kang react to their s/o tracing their tattoos

warnings: none; fluff

Baraka

Would be confused at first. He had lost most of his sense of humanity since his affliction, so he'd think you just got bored or wanted his attention

When you explained how his tats were interesting and wanted to know the reasons/origins of them, he was genuinely surprised. Nobody has ever asked him such a thing, let alone pay that much attention to him or his tattoos

Now he doesn't mind it and lets you do as you please. He purposely wears sleeveless shirts around you all the time just so you'll get the idea to trace his tats later

Syzoth

Since the first noticeable tattoo is on his face, he'd get startled the first time you did it. You were waiting for him to wake up one day and became interested in them suddenly

He'd ask what's so cool about tattoos in the first place since he's not originally human. It's not that he doesn't value them, but to him they are more important in the sense of they reminded him of his family (i made that shit up don't quote me), not necessarily "cool" and you had to explain you took interest in all the above

Now he fully welcomes it and would probably go as far as being around you more often to get you to notice and engage in some form of physical touch that ends up in tracing his tattoos

Kenshi Takahashi

I feel like sometimes he didn't like his own tats. Being a former Yakuza and all, he wouldn't get why you think they're cool. You tell him despite their origin they objectively look really cool and make him look even cooler/finer and now he's a happy camper

Whatever his thoughts were slowly vanished out of his own mind. Though he can't really see them anymore, he likes that someone he's in love with is for one not scared away by his past but also thinks they make him look cooler? After a while he'd start appreciating them himself

Also the type of man to walk around the house either shirtless or a tank top more often because "he gets hot easily" righttt righttttt. He loves the sensation of your touch on his body too. I'll never stop advocating for him appreciating other senses more post losing his sight!!!

Liu Kang

He has a lot of tats so like, he's going to think you're asking for a lil alone time wink which he doesn't oppose to but sometimes you simply just find interest in appreciating his ink

He will not shy away from telling you the origins and history behind each and every one. He'd even show you the ones he got for fun. He may be a god, but he was human first who lowkey liked to have as much fun as his comrade, Kung Lao, he was just better at hiding it

He now offers you to do it while you're cuddling or just chilling around each other; in reality he looks forward to it since he's never heard of such a fascinating with something like tattoos and it brought you two closer

a/n: i hope this was good enough! i've been writing so much lately just in general my brain is kinda mush ngl but i ain't no bitch! plus i gotta think more for smut so i went for fluff lol

[cheshitora]

ETERNAL SUNSHINE

[ the death of your friend took your close knit group of friends by surprise and shock. you were prepared to move on and grieve your loss by your lonesome.. until he suddenly reappeared in your house again. ]

─ ON THE AIR : MIKEY & GN!READER

─ WARNING : ANGST, MENTIONS OF DEATH, MENTION OF SU!C!DE, READER BREAKS DOWN (nothing too serious except you kinda lash out)

─ FINAL CALL : welp, i dont know what to say. this was not the original intent for this work. i wanted it to be fun and a bit more morbid ngl but it just turned out sad. im still okay with the end result and might end up writing the original ver of this fic since thats how i originally wanted it. but thanks again for reading

word count :: 3.5K, NOT PROOFREAD (sorry for the bad writing)

“You’re still here?” Your words were laced with venom, spitting at the blonde seated with a bowl of cereal at your dinner table, mouth full of the marshmallow candied food.

“Huh?” He replied, clearly oblivious to your apparent disdain of his current presence in your home.

“I said, you’re still here?” You squint your eyes at him, irritation flaring at his lack of comprehension, eyes piercing shards of glass into his empty shell of a head. He seemed unbothered, unperturbed to your irritability. It was like any other day, the same as it had been for the past few months.

He would get up, make a mess in your house, expect you to clean up after him and deal with all his other needy and whiny demands. It had become a new routine for you and one you despised with every fiber of your living being. So why were you putting up with him when it was just as easy to kick him out?

Four months ago, unbeknownst to you, you’d be plagued with the unfortunate company of your endless misery, an everlasting purgatory of unwanted memories - Mikey had randomly popped into the comfort of your home out of the blue on a Tuesday morning. Normally, on a regular day or occasion, his turning up wouldn’t have affected you much, except he was dead. And he showed up the day of his funeral.

Approximately four months ago, Sano Manjiro threw himself out of the window of a 10 story high hotel room, his death ruled a suicide. The news of his death had brought a wave of turmoil and distress amongst you and your friends, each of you grieving in your own way at the sudden news of your friend’s passing. The funeral came and went, the crowd in attendance mostly consisting of close friends and relatives, those who knew and were closest to the golden haired boy.

Mikey had once played a relatively small part in your life, the two of you remaining as just ‘friends’, acquaintances at best, though his death had still taken you by surprise, your days seemingly less bright than normal.

You weren’t complete strangers to him but not close enough to be ‘besties’, as he would often put it. Still, every now and then, you would hear your phone ‘ping’ with a notification, a message from the blonde with a random picture of a rock saying, “that’s you”. It was strange, dumb but slightly endearing, a small smile curling on your lips as you replied back, “throw me in a lake”. He would then send a video of himself “drowning” you in a puddle of water, the sound of his hearty laugh echoing in the background.

Perhaps you thought you weren’t close to him as you perceived but your friends around you knew otherwise. “Denial is a river in Egypt,” Emma once playfully jabbed at you, in an attempt to prove you actually cared more for Mikey than you led on, though you’d never admit it, not out loud and definitely not to his sister.

So when his untimely passing was brought to your attention, the realization of his absence in the world shattered you, your mental and physical state falling apart at the seams. It dawned on you that you would never be able to proclaim to the Toman leader your admiration for him, his strength and leadership qualities. You’d never be able to let him know how much you looked forward to his arbitrary messages at 2am, whether it was a picture of a bird he believed looked like you or an opinion about an asinine topic he “just needed to vent about” that would carry on for hours into the early morning hours. But most profound of all, you’d never be able to confess how fast your heart pounded in your chest in his company, your denial of your true feelings a remnant of the one that got away.

Well, not entirely.

As you traveled back home after the conclusion of his funeral, you were determined to lay in bed all day and mourn, having no energy to do much else but grieve the loss of the one you loved. Stepping into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over you, your eyes scanning the vacant living room at the sound of footsteps trudging near. Your head snapped to the left when you heard the sound of an all too familiar voice, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as bile rose in your throat.

It was Mikey, standing in your dining room, a bowl of your leftover takeout from the day prior in his hands, a gleeful smile on his face.

“Mornin’. You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he joked, taking a bite of the steaming food.

It’s safe to say you fainted, your body falling onto the hard surface of your tile floor - I mean, how could you not? Just a mere 3 hours ago, you had witnessed his casket being lowered into the ground, tears coursing down your face in a river, the sounds of mourning reverberating in your ears as you painfully accepted his passing.

But now, he was here, in your house, alive? Maybe? Well, he wasn’t, as he would later explain to you. He was, in fact, dead but stuck in purgatory, limbo, to say the least. According to whatever, or whoever, he spoke to in the afterlife informed him of some “unfinished business” he needed to attend to before he could rest.

It didn’t make sense. For as long as you knew the delinquent boy standing before you, he had one set goal in life - to bring about a new age for delinquents, a feat he had accomplished already with the help of his now disbanded gang. Perhaps there was more to Mikey than you anticipated, but if he truly had another task to tackle before his eternal rest, why was he here, in your house? What did you have to do with his objective, a question he couldn’t answer himself, or so you thought.

In just the subsequent week of his reemergence, you’d hit a break in your mental health. What if you were just going insane, hallucinating the image of the blonde male in your grief? It was common for the bereaved to conjure the sight of their recently deceased loved ones as a coping mechanism, so maybe you were experiencing the same thing.

But as the days turned to weeks and weeks to months, that logic had long since flown out the window, leaving you to come to terms with your new house companion. At first, the Sano boy was a pleasant addition to your daily life, almost elated to have him back in your world… almost.

Mikey hurriedly overstayed his welcome and you wondered how Emma and Draken handled him on a day to day basis. He was needy, clingy and just flat out annoying. What did you see in him again? You were perceiving a new, or rather unseen, side of Mikey that was masked by his stance as Toman’s leader, his reputation as “the Invincible Mikey” casting over the whiny little boy attributes he had yet to grow out of.

By the fourth month of his return, your patience had run out, finally having had enough of his exasperating existence. You stared down as he sat with his bowl of cereal, chewing nonchalantly as he processed your irked mien, raising an eyebrow.

“You really thought I’d be gone after four months? I thought you were smart,” he jested, your anger flaring up again.

“I want you out of my house. Now.”

“No can do. I can’t leave, remember?”

Unfortunately, to your displeasure, as long as Mikey sought residency in your home until his task was completed, he could not leave, lest he wanted to reap the consequences, an option he pondered over on a few occasions when he particularly pissed you off beyond belief.

You groaned, your annoyance for the younger boy peaking.

“Get out of here.”

“I wish I could.”

“Get out now,” anger laced your voice, raising your tone as tears pricked the ducts of your eyes.

“What part of ‘I can’t’ don’t you get?”

That was it - the limit. In a brash and bold move, your arm slid across the table, effectively causing the bowl to skid off the table, porcelain shattering as it hit the hard, tile floor, milk splattering and soggy cereal coating the once spotless ground. Mikey’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, half expecting you to act out in rage but not expecting his cereal to be the victim of your lashing out.

“Why did you have to come bother me? Why me? Why?”, you pleaded, your desperation for answers evident in the way you begged him to give you any solution, any remedy for the aching in your head and heart. In this moment, you held on for too long, tears spilling as your chest heaved, your sobs bouncing off the walls of closed space.

He sighed, a deep breath of air escaping his lungs as he gazed into your defeated, tear soaked eyes, his own softening at your distressed appearance. He knew his presence became harrowing the longer he stayed. Sure, it may have been only four months, but it was four months of reliving those painful memories of his life before death, anguish washing over you in waves as you replayed the exact moment you were called on your phone, Emma’s broken voice cracking into the phone as she brokenheartedly relayed the news of Mikey’s suicide.

It was a memory you dreaded reminiscing, the sight of his friends gathered around his casket at his funeral forever etched into the walls of your mind. Even when he somehow magically reappeared before you, your loaf of a brain would endlessly rewind those echoes of the past, the good and the bad, a bitter reminder of those untold feelings you harbored for him, for the blonde sitting in front of you at your dinner table.

Neither of you spoke, the silence deafening as you calmed yourself, soft sniffles emitting from you every few seconds, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. As you did, Mikey stood from his chair, the wood sliding against the hard surface as he stood, taking a small step towards your trembling form, encasing you tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The sudden gesture was unusual to receive from the blonde, and it occured to you this was the first time you ever embraced him, since he wasn’t the type to issue out hugs to just anybody. You let him hold you, the feeling of his cold arms wrapped around you sending a shiver down your spine, a subtle reminder that the boy holding you close to his still heart is, in fact, dead.

Before you could say anything, finally finding the words to speak, Mikey scooped you up in his arms, a small yelp fleeing from your lips as he held you up, his strength imminent even in death. Leaving the mess of your outrage behind, he stepped out from the dining room, trekking towards the couch. Your eyes never left his face, his expression unreadable as per usual, stoic but his thoughts racing.

He placed you gently against the soft cushions of the couch, sitting down next to you, leaning back as he stared up at the ceiling, eyes vacant as mind continued to run, your eyes still glued to his face.

“You’re staring,” he said blankly - monotone. You averted your stare to your fidgeting hands in your lap, a rush of heat spreading on your face from being caught staring at your friend. You sat in silence again, the only sound of your mingled breathing heard as the morning turned to afternoon and afternoon to night.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but there were unspoken words itching to be said as the two of you sat in relative quiet. Having had enough, you turn your head slightly, ready to speak when your face flushes again, your eyes meeting Mikey’s as you turn. You hadn’t noticed his lingering gaze this whole time, hadn’t felt it on you. He had no reaction to your blush and you couldn’t decipher whether his lack of expression bothered or relieved you. You were unable to tell what he was thinking but in that moment, you both had a silent, mutual understanding of what needed to be said and done.

You shifted closer to Mikey, your orbs staring into each other as you inched closer to his still form. Your bodies were nearly touching but not quite, faces centimeters apart, breaths intertwined, heart hammering against your chest. With a burst of confidence, you closed the distance, lips sliding against his in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, his half lidded with uncertainty before closing, meeting your lips with caution, his unspoken feeling pouring into the delicate kiss.

His hand slowly wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as you deepened the kiss, your need for him expressed through the heated gesture, a quiet, barely audible sigh seeping into his mouth before you pulled away, slow and steady, savoring the feel of his warm embrace.

A subtle pink hue colored your cheeks as you tilted your head up, meeting the blonde boy’s half lidded gaze, his brow furrowed slightly, his once expressionless face now conveying vulnerability, a rare sight for you to experience but you understood.

Another silence came over you both, your body tilting forward to rest your head against his chest, your hand fisting his hoodie as you listened for a heartbeat, though none could be found. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you rested on his chest, hands trembling, afraid to let go.

In a gentle motion, Mikey wraps his arm around you, your body unwinding in his hold, a warmth cascading over you despite his cold body temperature. Without warning and without hesitation, he spoke quietly, a soft whisper laced with tenderness.

“I love you..”

Your heart stopped momentarily, a single tear running down as you replied, your heart swelling at the sound of his long awaited confession.

“I love you too.”

His grip on you tightened, holding you close to his frigid body, as if he were afraid you’d slip away from him, as if you’d disappear. And suddenly, it hit you, the dawn arising at his tightening grip, the worry present in his eyes.

“Is that why you’re here?” you questioned, waiting for a response you feared he wouldn’t say.

Mikey had known all along why he’d been denied eternal rest. His unfinished business was you.

At the time of his death, his dying thoughts were of you, your smile, your kindness and your friendship, how he longed for you to be more than his friend, his acquaintance. He wanted you to love him the way he loved you, though his own fears and hesitance refused to allow him that satisfaction. Suppose he had confessed his hidden feelings and you reciprocated, he feared he wasn’t right for you, that he’d mess up or be too unattached for a working relationship.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, to push you away more than he already had. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t right for you, knew there were bigger issues he needed to handle before he could have your heart. In the end, it was for the better to let you go, and perhaps it was the very reason he couldn’t continue living, on top of all the other demons he was internally fighting.

But when he thought he could finally be free of you, he found himself in the vicinity of your home, his funeral taking place the same day he was assigned this task: to confess the love he truly felt for you.

The task itself couldn’t be done so easily. He couldn’t just say “I love you” to you and expect to disappear. It had to come from the heart and as dire as it was for him to confess, you had to make your confession to him as well, whether his love was reciprocated or not, at least he’d find peace.

And now, here he was, holding you in his arms, too scared to loosen his grip on you, his time with you coming to a close. He placed his hand on the side of your head, stroking your hair as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.. that’s why I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” you questioned again.

He lets out a deep exhale, running his free hand through his golden strands.

“I wouldn’t have been a good boyfriend. We both know that,” he explained, truth in his words that even you were aware of.

You knew to some extent the truth behind his confession, how unattached or despondent he could get at times and it was a risk he wasn’t willing to put you through.

“I’ve loved you for so long, dammit. I wish.. I wish you would’ve said something sooner.” You fought back tears as you clung to him tighter, knuckles turning white from the sheer tightness of your grip on his hoodie.

“I know. I should’ve but.. I didn’t. This is what I get.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, your grip tightening as you bury your face into his chest, wishing you could go back in time to stop him from ending it all.

He tilts his head down to look at you, gripping your chin gently, maneuvering your head to peer up at him, his usual cheeky smile on his face, as if to brighten your mood and mask his vulnerability.

“I guess I’ll see you on the other side?” he joked, chuckling lightly as you did. His smile. You’d commit it to memory every time he smiled at you and this time would be no different, though more significant.

You rested your head against his chest once more, his hand raking through your hair, the gentle motion lulling you to sleep. As you yawned, your eyes becoming heavy again with sleep, he mumbled something inaudible under his breath, your tired haze clouding your thoughts as you shut your eyes, your breathing coming in small huffs as sleep overcame you. He looked down at you, another small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes.

His time was up. He loved you and you loved him. That’s all he wanted to know. He smiled, his eyes closed as he envisioned your smile, your radiance. It was all he could do now, waiting for the night to turn to day, waiting for the light to take him away.

Sunlight blared through the open curtains of your living room, the air cool and stuffy as you pried your eyes open, your body stiff and rigid from sleeping on the couch. You arched your back, stretching your limbs as you let out a deep yawn, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the bright lighting.

Your head whipped around the room, searching for the blonde boy you fell asleep on, the couch cold without him. You stretched your legs out, standing upright, legs wobbly as you explored your empty house, that air of familiarity no longer present as you desperately searched for Mikey.

After a few more minutes of relentless searching, you wound up back in the living room, the pain of your heart breaking coursing through your body, your sobs the only thing audible as you accepted your fate, his fate. He was gone and this time, for good.

You curled up on the couch instead, choked sobs and hiccups reverberating in your muted home. After some time, you exhausted yourself, becoming tired of crying, though the pain lingered, having lost the boy you loved for a second time, his second death more painful than the first. As you laid on the couch, you thought back to all of your happiest memories with Mikey, most being when you were young kids, running amuck without a care in the world, oblivious to the world around you as you basked in the glory of your youth.

If only you knew back then where he’d end up now, you would’ve told him long ago how much you loved him, how your heart ached for his love. If you could turn back time to any day before you began falling away from him, you’d hold him for as long as you could and plead for him to stay. Maybe then, he’d still be here. Maybe then, you’d be cradled in his arms, heart swollen with love and affection for the blonde boy, in the care of the one who loves you the most, in the warmth of your eternal sunshine.

©ABOVE WORK BELONGS TO CHESHITORA. PLAGARISM AND STEALING WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS

[ssivinee]

❇︎Global Domination❇︎

BEBE! Bada Lee x OC Team! F Reader: Finally, in Korea, your crew was about to experience the brutality of the Korean dance scene, but you seemed to enjoy it more than others thought.

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: I had too much fun while making this one ngl😭. Also, the following isn't following the accuracy of the actual show.

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Two weeks had passed since your crew's arrival in Korea, and a sense of anticipation had replaced the initial excitement of exploring the country. Today marked the first day of filming for Street Woman Fighter 2, and the girls were a mix of nervousness and excitement as they sat in the van, awaiting their moment.

As the van pulled up to the venue, you all stepped out and were met with the sight of the massive "Street Woman Fighter" logo emblazoned on the black building. A surge of determination flowed through the team. You gathered the girls and delivered an encouraging pep talk.

"Let's walk in there confidently and show them we're ready for a fight," you urged. The group nodded in agreement, and with a collective display of charisma, you all strode towards the entrance. The cameras started rolling before you even set foot inside the building.

In an attempt to boost the team's morale, you led the way, strutting with confidence and casting a sly, determined look at the cameras. You wanted to show that your crew was ready to showcase their talent on this international stage.

With your newly dyed blonde hair cascading over your shoulder, you struck a fierce pose, setting the tone for the team. The others couldn't help but giggle at your confident display, but they quickly followed suit, standing beside you and posing with equal charisma. As you entered the building, all eyes fell on the trophy presented for every crew, a tangible symbol of the challenge ahead.

"Whoa," Athena exclaimed, her eyes widening at the sight of the trophy. "This is so cool," Maya added, practically shaking with energy. You smiled at the younger members of the team and urged them to move forward. "Let's get into our rooms. Come on."

The crew entered a long corridor, marveling at the colorful doors lining the hallway. It was an unexpected sight, and the attempt at intimidation was noticeable as you walked past each door. The girls couldn't resist glancing at the blackboards of the other crews, sharing amused comments about some and the not-so-friendly state of 1Million's board.

Outside the forest-green door, you paused, eyeing the blank blackboard. "So, what do you guys want to write?" Athena, ever the joker, took the marker and playfully pushed the team aside. She wrote in green, presenting the board with jazz hands.

"SWF 2 is our kingdom?" Bell read aloud, and the team shared approving smiles. "I like it."

As everyone entered your hideout, you translated the statement into Korean, writing it boldly. Meanwhile, inside, the girls chatted excitedly as they waited for the signal, settling into the room.

Unbeknownst to you and your crew, the other teams were also buzzing with anticipation. The addition of three international teams, including yours, had sent ripples of excitement through the domestic participants. With well-known crews like yours on the stage, the competition had just gotten even more thrilling, and everyone was eager to see what each crew would bring to the battle. The Korean teams, in particular, couldn't hide their surprise and curiosity as they watched your introduction on the screen.

“THREE GLOBAL TEAMS?”

“Lotus? No shot.”

“As in the famous dance teacher?”

“It couldn’t have just ended at Tsubakill, huh?”

The TV screen was dominated by your striking image, and your impressive accomplishments filled the other half. The teams gathered around, and as they absorbed the information, a wave of awe and curiosity swept through the room.

"Dude, the list just goes on and on," Nob of Lady Bounce pointed out. Your credentials went beyond choreographing for artists; it extended to years of victorious battles, securing numerous first and second-place finishes.

"All the battles are first or second place," Yeni Choi of Wolf’Lo noted, her eyes scanning the extensive list. "I thought we would be the only battlers here. I guess not," Baby Sleek chimed in, emphasizing the competitive edge that your crew and Mannequeen brought to the competition.

Another team, on the other hand, couldn't contain their excitement. "Lotus? Is this for real?" Minah gasped into her hands while the other girls stared at the screen, the younger members of the team eagerly fangirling over your face. "She's so pretty," Tatter mumbled, her astonishment evident, and Lusher nodded in agreement.

Their leader remained silent, captivated by your beauty and entranced by the information on the screen.

Bada knew exactly who you were – the famous Y/n Pereira, aka Lotus. Your reputation extended to both choreography for artists in the States and work with Korean trainees. The presence of not just Kirsten but also you, a well-known figure in the dance world, made Bada contemplate the upcoming competition.

Describing Bada's feelings as mere excitement would be an understatement. She was intrigued, thrilled, and stunned by your presence on the show. Your seductive gaze on the screen felt hypnotic, and she couldn't wait to see you in person. Her body warmed with anticipation, though she concealed it well, all while looking forward to the upcoming challenges.

As your crew sat in the green room, the TV’s abrupt, loud sound had Maya scared, a loud yelp coming from her. The girls giggled as you clapped your hands, “Alright, let’s get it, girls.”

Before you walk into the fight zone, your eyes linger along the long walkway. “This place is massive,” you hear Emi whisper, marveling over the size of the production. “They're being serious about this season,” Serena mumbles, the first time you heard the quiet girl’s voice today. 

Leading your team down the stairs, the fight zone buzzed at the sight of your team's presence. “Wha~, they’re so tall,” Yoonji points out, feeling the pressure of the final crew.

“They can all be models.”

“Having beauty and the skills to dance is unfair.”

“They’re like goddesses in front of us.”

As the comments and speculations about you filled the room, you couldn't help but smirk in response, an air of intrigue surrounding you. The reactions didn't go unnoticed, and other teams began to wonder about your background.

"Does Lotus know Korean?" Cheche mumbled to her leader, who responded with a shrug. "I mean, she is half, so maybe she does?"

Bada's reaction, however, remained subtle but striking. The moment she laid eyes on you in person, she was taken aback. Seeing you up close made her question whether the cameras had done justice to your beauty. She hadn't expected the long blonde hair, but it left no room for complaints. You appeared angelic in the green dress that accentuated your tall, commanding figure, and the black-heeled boots added to the authoritative presence you radiated. Your presence was truly captivating.

“A video should be showing,” you tell the girls, and everyone hears your soothing voice. The team stood beside you as the video played, showing your group choreography to ‘Pump It’ by the Black Eyed Peas. You watch with a smile adorning your face, finding the piece fun to see all over again. That didn’t last for long, as comments started rolling in.

“They’re good. The world of dance respects them, that’s for sure,” JJ of DeepNDap explains, and Gooseul could be seen nodding beside her. “Their dance styles are way too different, though.” It switches to Harimu of 1Million, and you nod, acknowledging her words. 

“I picked a variety for a reason,” you calmly state in Korean, shocking the other crews who were unaware you spoke the language.

Jam Republic is then put on the screen, Audrey speaking about you guys, “They’re probably our biggest rivals,” the other girls nod. Kirsten follows up, “Not because they're another international crew, but having versatility in style puts them at a high advantage.” You smile, Kirsten getting your thought process right away.

“We still beat them in battles, though,” Baby Sleek says, and Heachi laughs, “They dont seem that strong in that aspect, only Lotus.” You can only smirk. They were underestimating your crew's abilities, and they were about to be in for a ride. The no-respect stickers appeared, and it made you laugh. You and Emi had one, Athena had two, while Serena had 4. Boy, these girls were going to be surprised, that's for sure.

Your section was beside Lady Bounce, directly facing Bebe. So, as you take your seats, Bada’s eyes never left your figure. She was truly in a trance, staring at you as you talked to Serena, who sat right behind you.

“Unnie, you might burn holes into her,” Minah teases the older girl from behind, and Bada shakes off her comment, trying to focus on the show again.

The loud bass then scares the crews again, telling them the games are about to begin. Each of the girls cheered seeing Kang Daniel strut down with his cue cards in hand. “Hello. Welcome to the Mnet original dance series, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your MC, Kang Daniel.”

“This season, global crews have joined us, making this a bigger international dance competition. You’ll fight to crush all the other crews, and reach the top. Only one crew can do that.”

As the girls listened closely to their translator, you held a fist, gesturing a crushing motion on your other hand. Not noticing Bada does the same thing, Tatter laughs, “You guys are like soulmates or something,” she teases. Bada’s ears grow slightly red at the comment.

“We’ll be starting with Mnet’s iconic mission. No respect, battle with the weakest dancer,” everyone cheers at the announcement. “Alright, now please change for the battles. We’ll meet back here in the fight zone.”

The crews began to head up, but before you could make it to the stairs, you felt a hand tug on your arm. You peak over your shoulder and see Kirsten standing there with a wide, eager smile.

You wrap your arms on her shoulder as the two of you walk up the stairs with your crews following behind you. “How have you been?” You question the shorter girl and she pats your waist. “I’m doing amazing, love. I’ve missed you,” she explains, and you can’t help but giggle at your long time friend.

“I’ve missed you too,” you tell her, and you never noticed all the stares the two of you got. Soweon looks at the duo, shocked at the sight. “They’re close?” The youngest of team Bebe can’t help but ask. “It seems so,” Kyma says and Bada looks at the two dancers confusingly.

She was aware that a lot of the Jam Republic dancers were friends, but she didn’t know you two would be so close. Her eyes travel to Kirsten’s hand that is placed comfortably on your lower waist and Bada wonders how close you two truly are. 

She couldn’t think about that, not right now at least. Her main objective should be the competition, not you.

When all of you reach your hideouts, the girls feel the rush of adrenaline kicking in, flushing out any nerves they had before. Everyone had changed, and you stood there stretching as Emi talked, “Let’s go out there, have fun, and feel the music.”

“Do what you usually do, guys,” you finish up the words of encouragement. The younger dancers smile at their leader and sub-leader, finding their validation calming. You all head out to the fight zone once again and only see Jam, Bebe, Lady Bounce, and Wolf’Lo down there. So you had the chance to mingle with the pink crew.

“Auds!” You greet the youngest girl on JR, and the sound of your voice has the girl jumping. “Lo!”

You had worked with Audrey multiple times in the States, and seeing her again after several months made your heart swell. The girl felt like a younger sister you never had. Even your younger brothers complained that she seemed more like your sibling compared to them.

“God, I haven’t seen you in so long. Don’t think I forgot about you, Ling.” You hug the oldest member of their team, who gives you a warm hug. “Lo, this is Latrice and Emma, by the way,” Kirsten introduces you to the unfamiliar girls, and you shake their hands.

The other three crews watch your interaction, wondering how you knew the girls of Jam. You had gone to New Zealand several times for workshops, and you had the privilege to meet the Royal Family multiple times during their competition seasons.

“She can literally make anything look so good,” Bada mumbles, taking in your natural outfit that was simple yet stylish. “Unnie, let’s not fall in love too fast now,” Lusher jokes, and Bada groans, leaning her head back. “You guys really won't leave me alone about this. Just let me be~” Bada whines slightly, but the pitch of her voice alerts you, and you make eye contact for the first time today.

Bada practically freezes as you give her a friendly smile. You took in the other tall girl’s appearance, finding the choice of outfit insanely attractive.

Now, Bada didn’t know if she was going crazy, but if you were checking her out, she was about to pass out. You were about to walk over and introduce yourself, but when you saw Tsubakill come down, Akanen ran over to you, hugging you eagerly.

The sounds of the Japanese leader giggling as she called you "Lotus-san" didn't go unnoticed by Bada. It seemed that you knew all the Jam Republic dancers except for her. This new realization left Bada with a sense of sadness. After all, you had visited Korea several times, and as a member of Jam Republic, she contemplated why the two of you hadn't crossed paths before. The absence of any prior interaction left her wondering what might have prevented such a meeting.

The others begin to trickle in as Daniel begins to announce again. “Now, let me introduce the other three fight judges who will be the judges of your dance-offs. She's a dancer with unique moves who was born to be a woman of power. The leader of Prowdman, Monika!” The dancer of season one runs in, showing the choreography she made. “The artist is known for his powerful and sexy performance. The leader and main dancer of Monsta X, Shonwu!” Some of the dancers began to dance Shoot Out, and you laugh, seeing Harimu really feeling it.

“Let me introduce the special judge for this battle. The leader of the worldwide renowned dance crew, the Kinjaz. Mike Song!” The three international crews visibly calm down, seeing a judge who can help judge them with no bias.

Not that Monika or Shownu would, but Mike Song felt like the international safety net. The dance battles began, and first off was Redy. She teased, coming over to the front of your crew before turning around and calling out Bada.

As you observed the interactions and conversations around you, it became apparent that there might be some underlying history between Bada and the young dancer. However, as you looked at Bada, her calm demeanor and relaxed stance made you wonder if the hostility was more one-sided than it seemed. Her self-assured confidence was an attractive quality that caught your attention, and you appreciated her presence as she stood before you.

As "Temple" by Baauer began playing, Redy took the stage, executing a series of movements, including a spinning fan kick. Despite your prior knowledge of Redy's skills, this performance didn't seem to showcase her best. The routine felt somewhat lackluster, with repetitive spins and points, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Redy was blending into the stage too much, almost disappearing.

Leaning your head on your fist, you counted down as the performance came to an end. "Five, four, three, two, one. Switch! BEBE’s Bada." The song "BBHMM" by Rihanna started playing, and your intrigue heightened. You sat up straight, eager to see if Bada lived up to the reputation you had seen in videos.

Bada began with a spin and immediately invaded Redy's personal space, using her height to intimidate. A laugh escaped your lips as she playfully swept the top of Redy's head. As the song progressed, Bada's performance unfolded with pops and gun gestures, and despite not being the most exceptional at freestyle, her energy and aura carried each movement flawlessly, keeping the audience entertained.

"She definitely knows how to use energy to her advantage. A true performer," you remarked to Emi, leaning closer. "Oh, for sure. All the crews are hyped up because of her."

Bada utilized her lengthy body with a mix of sexy moves, including kneeling on the floor, thrusting, and body rolling. The performance reached its climax as Bada bit a piece of paper and blew it out, concluding her dance. Your thoughts solidified – you were definitely intrigued by her.

Well, not her specifically, but her dance. 

There's no harm in getting close to another Jam Republic dancer, right? You smirk at the thought, and as the judges reveal three light blue cards, you nod while clapping your hands. “Rightfully so.”

The battles continued, and the cheers from every crew echoed in the arena. Your cheers were particularly deafening during Audrey's battles, as the rest of your crew hadn't taken the stage yet. Audrey consistently showcased her freestyle prowess, outclassing many of the other contestants.

As the battles progressed, it was now Kirsten's turn, and you braced yourself for the unexpected. You knew she wouldn't pick someone she considered weak. Kirsten sought a challenge, a display of power. You couldn't help but smile at the anticipation when she stood up with a devious laugh.

"The person I pick as my no-respect dancer is…" Kirsten started in the middle of the stage but then moved to the far corner, standing in the vicinity of your crew. "Lotus."

A chuckle bubbled up from deep within as you rose from your seat. The ripple of surprise spread through the crowd, amplifying the shock, particularly due to the assumed friendship between you and Kirsten.

The spotlight seemed to intensify as you stood, focusing on the unexpected choice. The question lingered in the air like a suspended note waiting to be played. Daniel directed a question with a quizzical expression towards Kirsten, breaking the silence over the arena.

"Kirsten, why did you choose Lotus as your no-respect dancer?" The question hung in the air, prompting not just curiosity from the spectators but also an air of anticipation as if the answer held the key to unraveling a mysterious connection between you and Kirsten.

“I wanted a challenge, and I know she can give me that,” Kirsten announces, and everyone goes ‘oo,’ finding her words cool and respectable. “Let’s have some fun?” You ask through the mic, and the other leader nods as the crews get excited for this one.

“Leader versus leader? This is gonna be good,” you hear from behind you. “Kirsten and Lotus was a battle I wasn’t expecting, but I’m not complaining about it.”

You hear ‘Get Ur Freak On’ by Missy Elliot, and you can’t help the amused look on your face. You knew she would kill it, and you were ready for that. Kirsten starts, moving her hips and waist like water, and your face looks disgusted, an impression of how well her body moved.

As an amazing performer the Jam Republic leader was, Bada could only watch you as your body swayed ever so lightly on the sidelines. When Kirsten hits some moves of afro dance, you bite your bottom lip, finding the movement sensual as her gaze never leaves yours. “Lotus hasn’t even started dancing, and she’s already feeling the music,” Tatter points out, almost breathless at the two of you on stage.

It all seemed a blur for BEBE, but they then heard ‘Backseat Freestyle’ by Kendrick Lamar, and you jump around hyping everyone up. As the chorus hits, you pop your chest, throw your arms around your head, and quickly reverse it. Your aggressive stomps had people rowdy. The Krump style being used made everyone wild, as your lengthy body had so much power.

As you belligerently use your arms, the other crews stared at you, feeling many mixed emotions. Krump wasn’t a “clean” style and it wasn't common for women in Korea to use this style. So actually seeing a Korean woman do it, made them feel somewhat gratified. You finish off by kneeling, your heavy breaths were visible as your chest rose up and down. 

The standing ovation was a testament to the intensity and brilliance of your performance with Kirsten. As you both bowed multiple times, soaking in the applause, the judges' faces revealed their struggle to reach a decision. In a rare moment for the show, all three judges displayed both pink and dark green cards, leaving everyone, including the audience, in gasps of surprise.

"All three? That’s insane," Minah exclaimed, capturing the sentiments of those witnessing the unprecedented outcome. The smiles exchanged between you and Kirsten suggested a shared desire for a rematch.

Returning to your positions, their was anticipation in the air. The prospect of both of you dancing simultaneously added a layer of complexity. Both you and Kirsten were known for utilizing a lot of space in your performances. The question loomed in your mind—how would this dynamic unfold?

You heard ‘Good Feeling’ by Flo Rida and everyone starts clapping at the hype song. The two of you mimic the lyrics, ‘oh~ sometimes, I get a good feeling,’ and you hit a propeller kick. Everyone screamed as you did a Windmill and followed up with an Airflare.

Bada’s eyes could leave your body as you spun and flipped. “How the hell does she move like that?” She asked, and it was a very good question. It has the other girls excited and intimidated at the same time. Who was gonna be able to beat you?

Kirsten seamlessly followed your lead, playing around your spinning body with a synchronicity that showcased the enjoyment shared between the two of you. The energy was infectious, and it wasn't long before everyone, including the judges, joined in on the collective enjoyment.

As the duo battle reached its conclusion, the applause echoed through the arena once again. "As expected from two big international dancers," Bada remarked, her statement met with nods of agreement from the younger members who were still in awe of the mesmerizing performance. The collaboration between you and Kirsten had not only met expectations but had exceeded them, leaving a lasting impression on everyone present.

The judges deliberated, their expressions revealing the weight of their decision. Finally, three green cards were revealed, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Pulling Kirsten into a celebratory hug, the victory felt like a culmination of the collaborative effort between you two. As you settled back into your seat, your team erupted in applause, a collective acknowledgment of the well-deserved success.

"Killed that shit, girl!" Ball exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious, prompting laughter from you. "No, literally," Maya chimed in with a playful remark, adding a touch of humor to the celebratory atmosphere. The camaraderie within the team mirrored the triumph on stage, creating a moment of shared accomplishment and joy.

Other battles continued and after 30 minutes, it was finally time for a 10 minute break. 

Taking a moment to confer with your team, you couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. Scanning the room, your gaze landed on Bada, and she didn't look away. A small wave from her drew you in, prompting you to excuse yourself from your team with a smile.

Approaching Bada's team, you noticed her adjusting herself to face you properly. "Bada-nim?" you greeted respectfully.

"Lotus," she replied, bowing as she remained seated. "It’s an honor to meet the most viral choreographer right now."

You reciprocated with a bow, but Bada swatted her hand, appearing slightly embarrassed by the acknowledgment. The other members of BEBE observed the interaction, their eyes held a hint of intimidation in the presence of your close proximity.

“I don’t deserve praise from you. Your THE Lotus, famous for training some of the best dancers out there,” you chuckled at Bada’s words. “That’s me,” you shrug, used to hearing the words, but it still pleased you to hear it from fellow dancers. “Anything I can possibly help you with?” She questions you with a curious face. “I just wanted to meet a fellow Jam Republic dancer.” You tell her honestly.

"Well, you're really good too," you expressed, the unintended sensuality in your voice evident as your eyes seemed to darken. Bada, taken aback by the unexpected intensity in your gaze, grew nervous. Unaware of the unintentional effect you had, she continued, "U-um, thank you, Lotus-nim." The exchange left a lingering atmosphere, a subtle tension that hovered between the two of you.

“Oh please, just call me unnie, Bada,” the younger dancers squeal behind their leader and you chuckle at their sounds. You decide to introduce yourself to the entire team and they all noticeably fangirl, especially Tatter and Minah who just kept looking at you with starstruck eyes. 

As you engaged in conversation with Bada's crew, she couldn't help but observe your subtle mannerisms. The way you casually combed your hair back with your fingers while explaining things, the unconscious habit of licking your lips when you laughed, and the preference for rolling up your sleeves to your shoulders—all these gestures seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on Bada.

To her, you appeared as an almost unreachable figure in the dance industry, an undeniable stunner. Your every move left Bada weak at the knees. The similarities between you and her, both tall in height, boasting plump lips, sporting long dyed hair, sharing similar styles, and dancing with a captivating allure that seemed aimed at attracting women, only fueled the fascination.

"I wasn’t expecting them to be so pretty," Downy remarked, and Locker Z inquired, "who?" "Bada and Lotus," Locker Z nodded in agreement.

"I should’ve brought two wedding rings, for Lotus and Bada," JJ quipped, eliciting laughter from Minny. The room seemed to buzz with discussions about the two dancers—half fangirling over their ability to attract women, while the more mature half spoke highly of their impressive dance skills. The magnetic presence of both you and Bada had ignited conversations that spanned admiration for both your aesthetics and dancing prowess.

The break concluded, and the girls returned to their seats. Bada, now set for another battle against Redlic, took the stage. As she danced, her focus seemed to gravitate more toward you. Her unwavering gaze remained fixed as she executed a series of movements—grinds, thrusts, and hip sways—all in perfect synchronization with the accompanying sounds. The intensity of her performance seemed to carry an unspoken message, one that resonated with the captivating connection between you and her.

You could only stare at her with hungry eyes, if she wanted to play that game, you would give that to her. That would have to wait though, since the tension with Mina Myoung and Lia Kim had been spiraling in the air for the entire day and they were finally gonna battle it out. 

You’d have to wait just a little longer to play.

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heyyy!!! if youre comfortable could you write anything with sub!johnnie guilbert please? thank you have a good night/day <33

sub!johnnie

a/n: thank you for the request! I had a hard time writing the ending for this one ngl but i hope you like it

the two of you had been sitting on the couch at one of Jake’s friends party. the smell of alcohol,cigarettes and weed filled the air which were sure to follow you no matter what room you were in.

you tapped Johnnie’s shoulder to get his attention “i’m gonna go get a drink from the kitchen do you want anything!” you stated raising your voice due to the loud music. “i’m coming with you!” he yelled back as the two of you got up and made your way to the kitchen.

it was much quieter in the kitchen since it was a room or two away from where most of the people were. you found some of your friends in the kitchen to which you waved at before making your way over to the table with the drinks.

Johnnie had a tight grip on your hand on the way to the kitchen partly because he didn’t want to loose you in the crowd of people but also to show people that you’re taken.

once you two had gotten to the drinks you poured yourself a shot and then asked your boyfriend if he wanted one to which he nodded

Johnnie’s hand let’s go of yours as you poured yourself a shot before passing the bottle to him for him to pour his own.

you take the shot with a sour look on your face after you swallow it

“that tastes like shit” you laugh to which Johnnie agrees as he has the same reaction

you both grab a beer before heading over to the hallway which was just outside the room you had just been in.

“are you having fun?” you ask looking up at Johnnie as you open your beer, taking a sip.

“yeah it’s great what about you?” he says totally not distracted by the way your lips wrap around the tip of the bottle

unaware of his gaze you nod your head “it’s alright” you shrug,wiping a drop of beer that had ran down your mouth.

this time Johnnie wasn’t as discrete with his eyes as you could clearly notice the way he was looking at you

and maybe that’s how you ended up here,on your knees in the bathroom with Johnnie standing above you. his hard cock out with your hand wrapped around it

“baby please” he practically whined begging for your touch

not wanting to tease him too much you begin to kitten lick the tip of his cock making him jerk back against the cold countertop of the sink

his breath hitched as you slowly took him into your mouth,pumping what you couldn’t take in your mouth with your hand.

“ah-!” he gasps softly arching his back against the counter as your mouth swallowed his cock. his knuckles turning white from how hard he had been gripping the counter

you continue to suck him off,his hips bucking forward and into your mouth as he lets out a groan of pleasure

after what seemed to only be a couple more minutes your boyfriend gripped your hair “fuck baby,i wanna fuck you before I cum”

you look up at him with spit pooling at your chin and you ask “are you sure?” to which he nods

you get up off of him before pulling him into a deep kiss. not breaking the kiss you pull your dress up before Johnnie grabs your thighs to help you sit up on the counter

your boyfriends hand begins to slide down to your now unclothed hear before you stop him

“johnnie just fuck me” you stated looking up at him with your mascara slightly running

without hesitation Johnnie begins to slowly slide into you careful to not hurt you. his tip prodding at your sensitive hole makes you grip his hair pulling out a moan from Johnnie

you gasp as he slowly begins to push all the way into you,your head now buried in the crook of his neck as he was fully inside you

he begins to slowly thrust out and then back inside of you as he lets out soft moans

“you feel so good” he whines out,his thrusts getting faster

you grip the corner of the counter with one hand and Johnnie’s shoulder in the other as you throw your head back in ecstasy

“Johnnie please go f-faster” you say,your voice faltering at one particularly deep thrust

his fingers dig into your thighs as he whines out “God you’re so tight baby,I don’t know how long i’m gonna last” he says to which you whimper,your hand creeping up from his shoulder to his hair,gripping it tightly

the almost pornograohic moan he lets out from your grip on his hair was almost enough to make you cum had you not been waiting for johnnie to finish first

his need for release becoming impossible to control causes him to thrust up even harder into you.

“baby baby baby” is all he can say feeling his orgasm creep up on him

his thrusts become sloppier and sloppier signaling to you he was about to cum.

“doing so good f’me” you say trying your best to even your voice

your voice mixed with your walls clenching around him due to your own orgasm approaching was enough to make Johnnie’s orgasm wash over him as he chanted your name like mantra

you came shortly after him,your legs trembling and wrapping around him with your breath heavy

after embracing each other for a couple moments you get off of the sink and your boyfriend helps you put your clothes back on

“are you okay?” he asks his hand rubbing your back soothingly to which you nod

the two of you eventually walk out of the bathroom hand in hand,heading back down to the party

[sleepymccoy]

I'm writing that story where Spock has to struggle with a devastating and overwhelming crush on McCoy, while his childhood bullies are on the ship and it's so much fun. The characterisations I've come up with for the bullies kind of rule ngl and like not to brag but they make sense as bullies. Especially cos a feature of it is that McCoy doesn't clock the bullying so Spock is devastated. But like, they're interesting and friendly and more affable than Spock and all their bullying is very Vulcan so a human wouldn't notice it.

Like, one of them doesn't say the call and response for live long and prosper correctly which is super rude of him but what he says is also polite so the humans in the room don't clock it but Spock is just writhing in discomfort from the insult.

This is great and I think I should bully my characters more

And I got a great late reveal idea for one of them that's not a twist exactly but is a cool canon tie in that I'm really looking forward to. And it makes her mindless dislike of Spock make sense in the world, even tho it's obviously not reasonable. At least she's consistent lol

Spock's gonna have a terrible time in this story. McCoys already upset with him before the Vulcan bullies board.

I'm used to writing whump where it's physical injury, but emotional injury is a lot of fun. And I don't have to research healing times or allow for a character being a medical doctor! I can just keep piling the next thing on til he cracks!

[phoenixthegreat101]

Hii!! May I request some fluffy and platonic headcanons for Medic, Spy, Scout, and Heavy with a GN!Reader who has very quiet footsteps?

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!! Thank you Anon!!

Medic, Spy, Scout and Heavy with a GN! Reader who has quiet footsteps. (Platonic)

Medic

He’s very curious about how you can walk so quietly, and you’ve startled him on more than one occasion

He might get worried that you aren’t eating enough, so he might check you over in the Med Bay

Once he figures out that you just have very quiet footsteps he’ll calm down

Although now you’ve got him constantly looking over his shoulder in case you try to sneak up on him

“You are one sneaky weasel schatz!” He says whilst ruffling your hair

Scout

“Woah! What da hell? You tryna copy Spy or somethin’?”

At first he’s little creeped out by how quietly you can walk, cause ya’ll know how he feels about Spy

But over time he’ll start to warm up to the concept, often playing jokes on the other team members

Ngl I think he might ask you if you can teach him how to be as quiet as you

Heavy

Like Medic, I think he’d be curious about your ability to walk with making barely any noise

”Why leetle Y/N so quiet, da?”

He might also worry that your under eating, and he might take you to Medic to make sure your getting enough food

He thinks it’s a useful skill to have, you having slipped by the enemy team’s defences to secure a win multiple times

He might be slightly more vigilant, occasionally glancing over his shoulder in case your trying to sneak up on him.

”Leetle Y/N good at sneaking, da? Y/N much better than Spy” “Aw, thank you Heavy”

Spy

“Oh ho ho? Is someone trying to be sneaky?”

This mf is impressed

He’ll often compliment your ability to be so quiet, saying how you’re second best only to him

He might teach you some tricks on how to be even quieter, to the point where you’re virtually silent

You two make a habit of sneaking up on each other to see who can startle each other better

“Mon Ami, you are truly a master spy”

Omg this was so much fun to write, I loved this prompt and I look forward to writing more

[leannswritings]

NERD

Syn : could it be that your silly nerdy juntae might not be what he seems.

Warnings - NOT PROOFREAD (I never do that ngl) smut ofc, dom?juntae exhibitionism, lwk don’t remember what else.

Word count : 4.6k (omg?)

A/N : SORRY I TOOK A MIN, exams kicked my ass.. anyways can you tell that I wrote some of this after drinking? lol anyways I saw some ppl wanted smut so I wrote this first ! But trust fluff is coming. It was hard to write this lwk bc like, juntae. But I do think he’s an uncover freak. Lemme know if I did anything wrong. enjoy xoxo.

College isn’t easy, between balancing classes, assignments, and dealing with random men that would ask you out for drinks was rough. The only thing you looked forward to at the moment was break, no worries, no stress, but fun.

This meant that you could hangout more with your friends, especially that cutie Juntae. You two met each other back in middle school when you did student exchange, since you’ve been inseparable, although you chose to come to Korea for university and went to the same school as him, you both still had no time to hangout with each other, only seeing each other off campus. It seemed nobody even knew you were friends on campus or thought you would even look in his direction.

Since it was the final week you decided to visit his side of the campus to surprise him, hoping you would be able to at least go get to some food with him.

“Juntae !”

You called out, waving your hand as he walked down the stairs.

Bystanders watched you as you stood there, those that had classes with him wondered who you were and why you were there for him. Stopping in their tracks to see what would happen next. You were attractive so nobody would’ve guessed you were actually there for HIM, maybe for papers? Or something like that BUT HIM? He looked like a virgin would hadn’t even been alone in a room with a girl before let alone have one as a friend or more.

“What are you doing here”

He smiled softly as he quickly walked towards you. You wrap your arm around one of his, before reaching up and ruffling his hair with your free hand.

“We should go celebrate, we’re almost on break so–”

“YO JUNTAE”

You turn your head to see a man holding a basketball, wearing an odd outfit. Humin..or “Baku” you should say. Behind him stood another guy wearing the same old blue hoodie. Hyuntak. You knew them very well, seeing them in pictures and overhearing them over juntae on the phone, yet somehow you’ve yet to see them more than once in person.

“Woah. Is this the person you always talk about? I understand why you always do now. They’re prettier than I thought they were gonna be.”

Were you supposed to be ugly? You couldn’t help to let out a laugh. The way he worded things never made sense but you knew he didn’t mean any harm, if anything he was probably dumbfounded the “shy” juntae would be around someone like you. You were gonna make fun of what he just said but you decided to make fun of juntae instead, he always had the cutest reaction when you did. Baku had given you the smallest bit of information and you were gonna use to it your advantage.

“You must talk about me a lot? Do you brag about having such a pretty girl by your side? Come on Tae, tell me what you say about me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched his face heat up in real time, you tried to make eye contact with him to tease him even more but he turned his head away from you.

“Hey, Baku right? You should tell me more, I want to know what he says about his pretty best friend.”

You said with a smug look on your face. Baku was about to answer but before he could Juntae interrupted.

“Food. We were going to celebrate right? Let’s go get food.”

“And drinks?”

You added at the end of his sentence.

It’s not like he would tell you no anyways so he just nodded as he started walking with your arm still around his, you used your head the signal for the two boys to follow.

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At the restaurant another one of his friends joined, he was very quiet so you didn’t even notice a new face at the table, he just watched as everyone else talked as he slowly ate. You figured out that was sieun, he was actually super sweet despite the short conversation.

“So, what’s the plan for the summer? I don’t have any, I don’t think I’ll be going home this year.”

You asked. Baku and Gotak of course were training for basketball, Sieun planned to study over the summer and visit his “friend”, Juntae seemed as if he had no plans. His major wasn’t one that required a lot, so if he had anything to do over the summer it would be very short.

“Juntae if you have no plans you should let me stay with you, they’re closing the doors for the summer.”

You said before taking a sip of the Soju in front of you. International dorms were closing for the summer, giving students time to visit their families out of country or to travel, but that meant you had no where to go. This gave you an excuse to be in juntae’s face more but also a place to stay. You hate to admit it– well not really you always threw out signs you liked him by teasing him, but you’d hate to admit you’ve grown a liking to his cute round face and stupid glasses.

“Huh”

“You stay off campus right? Lemme stay with you”

The table was silent, other than the sounds effects that came from Baku’s mouth. Juntae stared for a minute, trying to think of how to answer. You smiled before leaning into to whisper something in his ear, something improper, something that would cause the hairs on his skin to stand up and his pale face turn pink. You scooted back in your seat with a smile on your face before leaning forward to reach for more food. The air being frozen solid—until your smile turned into a laugh.

“Why is everyone so quiet”

You ask you looking around.

“Are you trying to take his purity away? Have you already? Oh our poor juntae”

Baku said in a joking manner, making sad faces and pretending to cry. Tak elbowed him before putting his head down to laugh at the matter. Sieun turning away to hide his smile. Baku continued to joke about juntae, telling you stories about when they were in high-school, stories you never heard from him, stories that made you feel as if you missed out on all the fun.

“Maybe I should’ve done another round of exchange in highschool huh?”

You joked.

The night went on for longer than expected, after paying for the food you expected it to be over but it seemed the night wasn’t over for everyone. Sieun was the only one who left the group early on—which was the the original plan. After a short walk everyone else headed to a bar for a round of drinking, afterwards was a karaoke room. At this point you and Baku have gotten pretty close due to the alcohol and the games. Juntae didn’t drink, while hyuntak kept the drinking to a minimum, someone had to keep their sanity and responsibility—and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you. After preforming a duet with Baku you sat down next to juntae, picking up another shot glass, you looked at him and instead of drinking it you try and give it to him. He took it but he immediately put down on the table and shook his head to tell you he wasn’t drinking because there was no way you would be able to hear him over the sounds of Baku’s voice on the microphone. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the shining and flashing lights, the blasting music, the alcohol, or just you; but juntae looked different, he was already something you craved but this made it so much worse. Your face started heating up, you slightly scooted closer to him, not soon after you put your legs on the seats and basically crawled to him, trapping him in the corner he was sitting in. You were hovering over his upper body, your face almost touching his face, close enough to feel his short breaths mixing with your heavy breaths before you move over to talk into his ear.

“Juntae.. I want you to keep on your glasses and that same stupid look when you fuck me.”

Your word was slurred and slow, you placed a kiss on his ear before moving down his neck, placing kisses in any spot you could actually recognize in your blurred vision. Juntae pushed you off, trying hard to not push you too hard but just enough to remove you. The room was silent as the music stopped playing and the only thing that could be heard was your mumbling about Juntae and Baku’s drunk laughter. He stood and tried to help you to your feet, putting your arm around him so he could guide you to walk. Tae looked at Baku and then turned to hyuntak and told him, he was gonna take you home, yet hyuntak couldn’t help but nod and just stare at the lipstick on his neck as he walked out of the overly bright room.

“Woah. I didn’t know he was like that.”

Baku said drunkenly.

After leaving it was even more of a battle, trying to get you to stay awake, walk, and stopping you from saying weird things to random bystanders.

It was 2am, so the train was not an option for travel, even if it was in your current state he thought it would be a bad idea to put you on a quiet train. He tried to flag down a taxi multiple times, failing multiple times as you leaned against him. You randomly put up your hand and started waving for a taxi, it’s as if the heavens were on your side and your side only even in your wrecked state. A taxi pulled in front of you both, juntae carefully helped you in before sitting next to you, leaning forward to tell the driver which direction to go in.

The taxi was just right, the lights flashing throughout the car from the passing street lights and business, the moderate temperature in the car, and the stillness reminded you so much of car rides when you were younger. The mood was just right, you could slowly feel yourself falling asleep as everything dimmed. You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting your body rest and your mind drift off into another world.

Juntae let it happen. It was better than your past drunk actions a few moments ago that he had to force himself to ignore. He let you sleep on his shoulder no problem, carefully moving to check his phone to make sure he wouldn’t awake you. While on his phone he thought it would be funny to take a picture of you, that way when you woke up you could see just how much you had truly been drinking and maybe a slight warning to not drink that much anymore. He took a picture, and after started recording, getting close to your face before back the phone back up and showing his neck to the camera.

“This is the first time you’ve drunk so much in front of me, you and Baku don’t need to hangout anymore. When you’re sober, I hope you see this and feel silly.”

He said to the camera, pouting in a way.

As you reached your destination Juntae didn’t want to wake you, so he struggled to pull you out of the car and put you on his back. Reaching in the car to grab your purse carefully. In the moment he couldn’t have been more thankful to stay on the second floor since there was no elevator in his complex. It took him a while to get to his front door due to you moving around and him making sure to not fall down the stairs while carrying you, but he eventually made it after the struggle.

He took you to the room, placing you on the bed before taking off your shoes and tucking you under the covers. He let out a sigh before walking into the living room and falling onto the couch.

When he got to the couch he finally had time to process what happened earlier. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it, but at the same time because he had never seen you so drunk he didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your true feelings towards him. Either way he wouldn’t have sex with you while you weren’t fully conscious, it wouldn’t be right on his part, though he couldn’t get the rushing thoughts out of his mind, how you would look,sound, and taste. His body was starting to heat up, his blood rushing to his lower half. He tried to clear his mind, turning on the tv before eventually forcing himself to go to sleep.

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When you woke up it had to be around noon, the sun was high in the sky and you could hear the slight hum of passing cars. You looked around trying to remember who,what, and where you were and how you got to where you currently are. You looked around the room a few more times before figuring out where you were, but while doing that you started to remember bits and pieces of last night.

“Oh my god.”

You whispered to yourself. The only parts you would remember was the horrible drunk karaoke, getting on top of juntae, and getting in a taxi, everything after that was a blur of consciousness to the point you couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake. You could feel your body warming up from the embarrassment, you couldn’t believe what you have done. You promised to not drink that much anymore—well, not at least for a while.

You got up from the bed and walked out of the room, looking around, searching for juntae. On the table in front of the couch he previously laid on was a note he left. He had headed out to run some errands but had no clue when he was coming back. You let out a sigh and just assumed he would be back soon since you slept so long without knowing what time he left.

You smelled yourself and— oh god you smelled like sweat and alcohol. You felt even more embarrassed at the fact he had to smell you as he carried you. You walked back into his room and looked around, opening drawers and doors to find any clothing you can put on. It’s not like he would mind if you wore his clothes, I mean you used to borrow his stuff back in middle school all the time. You grabbed a shirt and held it up against your body. Last time you borrowed his clothes you were able to fit it perfectly but now everything you picked up was bigger than you. It made you realize how much you and him have grown, you weren’t the same kids from middle school. You grab a few more things and head to the bathroom.

In the shower you had much more time to go into deeper thought. Thinking about all the moments from when you met till now, when you started to like him and how you would go about telling him. Those innocent thoughts turned into the darkest deepest desires that was in the back of your mind, from wondering about how you would confess to wondering how he would look under you. When you thought of juntae you always liked the idea of him being submissive, but at the same time you wondered if he was capable of being dominant and telling you what to do. These thoughts sent waves of heat throughout your body, your hands found themselves exploring your body, touching every part that would make you react. Your mumbles and moans bounced off the walls, because of this and the water you didn’t hear juntae coming into the apartment, nor did you hear him knocking on the door until his voice called out.

“Are you ok in there?”

You immediately froze.

“Mhm— I’m ok”

(Holy shit I’m a pervert)

You replied and thought to yourself you immediately turned off the water and quietly shamed yourself for touching yourself in another persons bathroom. You dried yourself off and put on his clothes before walking out of the bathroom. When you walked out of the bathroom, there he was sitting on the couch with a pillow in his lap. As you walked out you could see the red flush on his face, the flush that got worse after he looked at what you were wearing. He was already turned on from overhearing you in the bathroom, now this? He couldn’t handle it. The grip he had on the pillow tightened as you walked towards him.

“Tae I’m sorry about last night..”

“It’s fine..uh look at this.”

He faced away from you as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the video from last night. The embarrassment levels were even worse after seeing the video. All you could do was sit there without your mouth open in shock, you already knew you did embarrassing things but oh my.

You grabbed his phone and put it on the table beside you and plopped down on the couch next to him, leaving no space between you two. It didn’t take too long after you sat next to him to realize why he had the pillow there, you wanted to confess first before doing anything with him but you can’t lie when you say your lust was overflowing. You were just gonna be straight up from now on.

“Juntae. I meant what I said and did last night. I like you a lot, and I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted, and clearly you feel the same way.”

You said as you put your hand over the pillow he had in his lap.

“Yeah?”

He turned and looked at you, questioning if you were being serious or not. You nodded your head confirming what you had said was true. After that he wasted no time to throw the pillow out of his lap and pull you into it. His lips crashing into yours as your hands traveled up to hold his face, his hands traveling down to your waist. You could feel him twitching underneath you, causing your hips to rock against it. You broke away from the kiss and traveled down his neck, softly moaning against it and leaving logos of your love wherever you could. He allowed you to do so, making it feel like you had control of the situation, but truthfully he had no intention on letting you be in control. All his emotions has been pent up for the last couple of years and this was finally a chance to let them loose. One of his hands traveled to the back of your neck, using it to slightly pulling you back from his neck and redirecting you back to his lips. Your hips bucked as a response to him taking control. His grip tightened on your hip forcing you to grind slower against him, a pace he could direct. After a few minutes he stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he stumbled to the bedroom as y’all continued to make-out. He put you onto the bed before standing in front of you before a sentence you never thought would come out of your mouth did.

“Can I record?”

You don’t know why you asked that, you just wanted it. Juntae looked like he didn’t care what you did, he didn’t say a word. He went out of the room and got his phone off the table and set it up on the stand beside the bed. You enjoyed this, the silent and quick movements, the way he showed how much he really wanted to quickly get inside of you. Your hands shot to his waistband pulling at it, signaling that you want him to take it off. He nodded but before he did he put his hands on your shoulders to guide you to the floor, taking your spot on the bed. In front of him, looking up, your hands once again going to his waistband pulling. This time he pulled it down along with his boxers.

Silence.

“Can you handle it?”

You nod before wrapping your hands around his dick. To be honest you were sure you could handle it, maybe you were tryna look good but you couldn’t hide the slight fear that was mixed with excitement on your face. His hand went to the back of your head, pushing your face closer to his dick before you opened your mouth to accept him in. The wetness and warmth made him throw his head back in a groan. Your tongue wrapped around him, licking at all it could taste. You couldn’t fit it all in your mouth, having too using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach at the moment. The sounds that came out of his mouth was nothing but dirty, it was nothing like what you had imagined. Your legs squeezed and rubbed together, trying to put some type of pressure on yourself. You tried to force yourself farther down on him, he eventually grabbed a handful of your hair and forced you down farther.

“Just— stay, stay right there.”

He said shakily

It was clear he was coming towards his climax, his grip on your hair tightened as he forced you to stay in that spot despite your struggle. Finally pulling you back after painting the inside of your mouth white. You were a choking mess, drool going down your chin and tears falling from your eyes. He patted your head as you tried to catch a breath stop yourself from choking.

“You’re ok.”

He calmly reassured as he leaned closer. He didn’t do anything else until you calmed down. You let him know when it was ok to continue by kissing him. He took no time to put you on the bed, he didn’t even worry about taking off the shirt you had on, he liked the view of you in his clothes. When he finally got a glimpse of what was under the shirt he let out a small laugh, you were wearing his way too big for you boxers that was practically falling off of you. He leaned back up and started kissing your neck and collarbone as he pulled down the boxers. Finally he got a glimpse at the real you. The naked you. The wet you.

“You’re enjoying this a lot aren’t you?”

He said with a smile. Looking at how wet you had gotten.

“So are you.”

You replied.

He didn’t say anything else, he just looked at you with the deepest lust filled eyes, just to mess with you. He used his dick to trace down from your belly button to your lips, rubbing against them. He did this just to tease you, just to see how you would respond. You knew what you needed and so did he, yet he stalled and rubbed against you instead of going in.

“Tae—“

You said as you let go of the sheets and reached down to direct him to your entrance, only for him to grab your hands and move them out of the way.

“Can’t wait ?”

He said in a smug ass way, the vocal tone annoyed you, it reminded you of the stupid tone he used to debate about the manga he’d read. The tone you hated being used in this context was.. annoying but in an attractive way.

“Stop playing already..”

“Is that a yes? You can’t wait any longer can you? You’re so impatient.”

It was clear he was getting impatient also, every word was followed by a pant, but he liked how you looked when you were getting overly upset.

“Yes, I’m being serious Tae please ju—“

That all he needed to hear. Without any warning he slammed himself into you, causing you to let out a sound that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hands found his clothed shoulders, gripping onto them as tightly as you could. The pace wasn’t too fast or too slow, it was just right, giving you time to get used too. You turned your head to the side to avoid eye contact with him, all that confidence left your body after you started making sounds you were slightly embarrassed of. All of a sudden you feel a grip on your face forcing your head to face forward.

“You wanted to see me right? My stupid face? In these glasses? Then don’t look away, keep looking.”

He held your face in position as he kept at a constant pace. Your legs eventually wrapping around him and arms pulling him towards you signaling for a kiss. He complied and leaned into your kiss, his hand still holding you in place. When he pulled away from the kiss he moved down your face to your jaw and then your neck, kissing and sucking at what he could leaving the same marks you had previously left on him. His hand left your face and traveled up your borrowed shirt. He traced the outline of your chest with his fingers before taking a handful of your boob in his hand, using his thumb to play with your nipples. He played with them as if he had gotten a new joystick on a controller, circling and pinching at it. The noises that crowded the room was unholy, between your moans, small untranslatable comments, and his mix of groaning and whimpering. His glasses started to fog up, which annoyed him, annoyed him enough to speed up his pace. He pulled back up and eventually took off his glasses and threw them in a random direction, and took off his shirt in a few swift motions.

“Fuck..”

The first time you’ve heard him cuss, and oh was it attractive. Your legs tried to tighten around him, more than you already were, there was no possible way to tighten it even more. You once again pulled him back into you, clawing at his back. You could feel yourself getting close to your climax, your words getting more slurred, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were drooling at this point. Of course like everything, he noticed this too. Though your bodies were close he tried to move his hand between you and press down on your stomach as much as he could. It was like an out of body experience, maybe because it had been a while since you’ve been with someone or maybe he was just this good. You could even give him a warning other than your noises getting louder and worse before you released on him. There was no stopping after that, he went at the fastest speed could, taking advantage of your sensitivity, leaving you in a state you could’ve never imagined yourself.

He soon followed you, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

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He helped clean you up, softly talking to you, contradicting his voice and words earlier. After you both cleaned up he helped you to the living room your legs still shaking. Once you sat on the couch you turned your head to see a shadow by the window. You got Juntae’s attention and pointed at the window. He walked over and went to open the door, once he looked out he saw Baku standing beside the door and Tak sitting on the ground next to him.

“How long have you been out here?”

“Too long. Too long friend.”

Baku said with a painfully jolly expression on his face. He lifted up a bag which seemed like a to-go from a chicken spot.

“Let’s eat, you need the nutrition.”

He said wrapping his arm around him.

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(A/N) Lwk, I can imagine Juntae showing someone a picture and then they swipe and see the video.. no? Just me?

[saturnsorbits]

Limitless

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Warnings: Suggestive, Word Count: 1k.

Summary: All you want is for Gojo to turn limitless off, even if just for a moment.

A/N: This is my first time writing Gojo and it was kinda fun, I'm ngl.

'Turn it off!’ You whine, eyes wide, lips already pulling out of their forced frown. In your hand a paper ball is hidden, it's yellowed edges sticking out from between your fingers as you coil back your arm and prepare to throw.

You'd only come into the classroom to see if he had planned next semesters syllabus (he hasn't), but he has a way to bring out the inner child in everyone.

Reclining in his chair, Gojo lifts one of his ankles to sit atop his knee. His limbs are long, stretching out impossibly as he tips back and balances the chair on it's back legs. He folds his arms behind his head and grins. 'And why would I do that?'

You tilt your head and attempt to growl. 'Turn it off.'

'Nope.' He pops the 'P' in his mouth like a piece of bubblegum.

'Satoru.'

He licks his lips, bringing a fresh blush to the skin there. 'Mmhmm?

'Turn it off...' You pout, crushing the paper projectile in your hand. '… Please?'

Even underneath the blindfold you can tell he's rolling his eyes. His eyebrows shift, rising up on his forehead. 'You're just going to throw it at me.'

Letting your hand drop, you toss the paper ball in the air and catch it. 'But what if I don't, huh? What then?'

Another roll of his eyes.

'Oh, come on. I didn't take you for such a chicken.'

A devilish smirk takes your lip, one Gojo's not too sure he likes, but before he has time to bother to come up with some witty, off-the-cuff retort you're... Clucking, at him.

'Bawk... Bawk, bawk, bawk.'

He laughs. The noise bubbles up his throat and trickles over his lips, floating through the air like a ribbon of smoke that threatens to sink into your lungs with each inhale. Your silliness makes something twist in his stomach. It's something he hadn't thought could be elicited by someone else, not since he'd called one of those shabby old dorm rooms his own. 'Seriously -.'

'Bawk!'

Gojo rocks back on his chair. 'You know...' He hooks a thumb under his blindfold and lifts, exposing one frozen eye. 'I could just turn it back on as soon as you throw it.'

You shrug. 'So turn it back on when I throw it then.' Looking at him has always been hard. You'd compare it to looking up at a Greek statue, if you didn't know it would inflate his ego impossibly. Still, the metaphor fits. There's a beauty about him, that's hard to deny, but there's also an... Emptiness. A bone-deep chill of stone sadness, a prison – one you're not sure he's all too thrilled about being trapped in.

He tips forward, slamming the front legs of the chair on the floor. Throwing out his arms, he barks a laugh. 'Fuck it. Go on. Hit me...'

The silence that follows makes him nervous, despite the Six Eyes telling him you've yet to raise your hands to throw your projectile. He waits, something he's never been good at, with a breath locked in the back of his throat. He'll have time to thwart whatever you have planned. He's more than sure of that.

It takes a particularly skilled sorcerer to be able to gradually, undetectably, channel cursed energy into an inanimate object, but it's hardly difficult for you. The energy tickles as it leaves you, bringing goose-flesh to the surface of your arms.

Gojo knows what you're doing. He's not stupid. He could detect the slither of energy dripping down your arm if he were fifty more miles away.

But, you know that too: Don't you?

His brow creases, mind whirring as he tries to fathom what hair-brained scheme you were coming up with. Letting his head loll back on his shoulders, he snorts a laugh. God, he really did fucking love it when you were up to no good.

Readying your arm, you slip your left foot forward in what could be considered a throwing stance. You wind back, let your weight sit in your back foot and then, you toss the ball of paper.

Gojo bites the inside of his cheek. As soon as the paper leaves your hand, he's reaching to catch it. He keeps his posture deliberately relaxed, knees parted, legs spread, spine curved into the cushion of the chair. So what if he wants to look cool. There's no rule saying he can't want to impress one of his fellow teachers: he's checked. The paper hits his palm as planned, his hand closing around it like a claw. He's about to laugh, to toss his head back and deliver a witty retort about your throwing skills, but he's not given the chance.

'Turn it off, Satoru.'

You're so close he can feel the breath you use to say his name on the rim of his ear. There's a pressure on his shoulders, your hands curled around him as you settle more firmly in his lap.

Or you would, if he would just turn that damn...

Gojo turns off limitless.

He's bonier than you'd expected. His thin limbs covered with a healthy, but scant layer of muscle that twitches when it finally bares your weight. So, too are his shoulders. The bulk at his back provides a cushion, while you thumb brushes clean over the jut of his collarbone.

You press closer, rolling your hips up and into his pelvic bone. Already you can feel the soft swell of his cock as it twitches, roused by the heat of your cunt.

He drops the paper, choosing instead to take hold of your waist. His hands flatten, palms flat as they slide down, down, down and cup your ass. Kneading at the flesh, he takes hold of you like he owns you, delivering a healthy slap to your left cheek as a wide grin takes his lips.

'It's off.' He cocks an eyebrow, licking over powdered sugar lips. You raise your eyebrows and wriggle your hips to check, making sure to show him just how wet the few drags of your cunt across his rapidly hardening cock has made you.

The muscle in his jaw tenses. He can smell you from here – your desperation - as it drips from you and soaks your underwear. If he plays his cards right, which he always does, he'd bet he'll be able to get a taste of you in the next ten minutes.

He smirks 'So, what now?'

-> Masterlist