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[amortsukii]

bed chem // nsfw headcanons

pairing. adam warlock x f!reader | wc. 843 | 18+

a/n. honestly could be for either mcu or rivals/comic him 🤷🏼‍♀️ i just love him, your honor. this is like pure filth btw so minors... shoo 🫸

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as is known, he is the himbo ever. literally the definition of the word may as well be "adam warlock". he is so sexy and he doesn't even know it. you'll get women coming up to him on random planets whilst walking through various civilisations, or at afterparties thrown in the guardians' honour. he's always respectful (obviously!) but so so oblivious to their flirting. you'll have to go up to them and pull him away with the dirtiest death glare on your face aimed towards her. (you ride the life outta him after so he knows who he belongs to.)

adam loves worshipping you. in his eyes, you're a goddess. his goddess. and several times a week will he take you to someplace private— whether that be his bedroom, a bathroom, some abandoned place on a mission— and shove his face between your thighs. he'd lay you down, or set you on a table or counter, and spread your legs to worship you in his most favourite way.

loves marking you. you're his queen— his mate, his goddess— and he needs everyone to know. you're his, and he's yours. bruises; shaped like his hands from where his fingers dug into your hips with every thrust. bites; all along your collarbone and chest, with the most prominent mark on the side of your neck.

his cum is glittery. this is definitely canon, marvel told me. its glittery and slightly gold tinted... and also really warm. he loves coming all over your body, especially your chest, to see how you look painted with gold.

as said before, he loves to see you draped in his colour. like that one time you wore a silky gold dress to a gala the guardians were invited to, he had to drag you off to the closest bathroom to get rid of his sudden erection. he'd bent you over the counter and took you from behind— dress still on and bunched at the waist— while whispering in you ear how good you look.

adam is such a soft dom. he'll essentially fold you in half— dick prodding deep into your walls— and still make sure you're comfortable, that he's not hurting you. he'll mutter dirty talk into your ear (which sounds incredibly endearingly silly in his way of talking) and slip so much praise into it that it becomes less sexual and more worshipful.

a fiend for creampies. there is nothing he loves more than seeing you filled up with his seed— watching with keen eyes as it slowly drips out of you. sometimes he'll even shove his fingers into your hole to keep it in there and make sure it sticks.

oh yeah he has a massive breeding kink as well. you're his mate, why wouldn't he wanna breed you properly? the mere suggestion of using a condom has him scoffing and rolling his eyes. he can be so sassy sometimes.

he's a cosmic being so his stamina is definitely higher than the average human man. he can last at least 4 rounds without even beginning to feel tired. there has definitely been multiple times that you've passed out mid-sex, and oh my god does he panic. the first time you did he genuinely thought you'd died, that he'd killed you. he had hurriedly gotten dressed and covered you up with a blanket before rushing to gamora for help. she teased you both relentlessly for months, but luckily didn't tell the rest of the team.

so so strong. will manhandle you into all sorts of positions. he's gently, obviously, but still enough to leave bruises on your hips and hand prints on your ass.

you once had sex whilst flying (it was your suggestion) and he came so hard his powers malfunctioned briefly and you two started falling. safe to say, that will likely never happen again.

he's pretty loud in bed. mainly grunts and groans but sometimes— if hes in a subby mood or you've reduced him to tears— he'll whimper and moan your name. adam's voice is pretty deep and when he moans all raspy and broken it's so beautiful. his head will tilt back, exposing the curve of his jaw and neck, and his mouth drops open.

as much as adam loves giving you oral (and it is a lot), he much prefers to be on the receiving end. there's nothing better to him than coming home from a stressful mission and seeing you sink to your knees and undo his belt. just the feeling of your mouth encompassing his cock, the warm wet of your saliva coating him, is enough to brighten his day.

he is the king of aftercare. "you deserve nothing but the best," is what he recites almost every time. he'll gently wipe you down with a wet rag, place kisses on the marks he left on your skin. sometimes he'll run you a bath with your favourite bubble scent, carefully scrubbing off the aftermath when you've calmed down. he'll then carry you back to bed and wrap himself around you.

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[amortsukii]

SHORT N' SWEET SCHEDULE

a/n. not completely set in stone. fics could move around depending on when i get around to writing them, this was just mainly to see what days they would be posted on!

Tue 24 June — Bed Chem | Adam Warlock

Fri 27 June — Juno | Bob/Sentry/Void

Tue 1 July — Taste | Sentry

Fri 4 July — Dumb & Poetic | Choso Kamo

Tue 8 July — Sharpest Tool | Natasha Romanoff

Fri 11 July — Don't Smile | Zayne Li

Tue 15 July — 15 Minutes | Satoru Gojo

Fri 18 July — Espresso | Sylus Qin

Tue 22 July — Coincidence | Bob Reynolds

Fri 25 July — Lie To Girls | Xavier

Tue 29 July — Couldn't Make It Any Harder | MK Boys

Fri 1 Aug — Busy Woman | Wanda Maximoff

Tue 5 Aug — Good Graces | The Void

Fri 8 Aug — Bad Reviews | Rafayel

Tue 12 Aug — Slim Pickins | Javier Peña

[amortsukii]

tysm for adding me that is so sweet!! 🩵🩵

SMUT MASTERLIST

That other side of you by @mihsella 

Warm like the sun by @jungle-angel

By the roots by @lewmagoo

Blurb 1 by @autumn-hiraeth

Mine by @mihsella

Blurb 2 by @undyingdecay

Blurb 3 by @undyingdecay

Void & Omen by @saintsanddevils

Loverboy by @sortagaysortahigh

Yawn by @delopsia 

Blurb 4 by @pagesfromthevoid

Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy by @swordgrace

Heavenly by @cosmictheo

Spanish Sahara by @em1i2a3

Blurb 5 by @undyingdecay

Test drive by @em1i2a3

Cockwarming by @faiszt

Blurb 6 by @undyingdecay

Alone at last by @shockercoco

Didnt mean it by @upl0aded

Jealousy much? by @moon-poe

Golden boy by @athenaluthor

Practice makes perfect by @materia-girl88

Blurb 7 by @undyingdecay

Too fucking close by @houseofaegon

Blurb 8 by @rhettmotel

Blurb 9 by @callsign-swan

Coffe and TV by @cherry-blossom-honey

Blurb 10 by @undyingdecay

Blurb 11 by @undyingdecay

Eager to please by @weeeyotch

Blurb 12 by @daithedune

Different strokes for different folks by @materia-girl88

Blurb 13 by @rhettmotel

Blurb 14 by @lewmagoo

Blurb 15 by @abbysbenchpr

Blurb 16 by @romantacysblog

The pleasure dilemma by @sebsxphia

Blurb 17 by @lewmagoo

Let me make it up to you by @houseofaegon

After midnight by @marvelouslymarly

Welcome to prime time by @joequiinn

Blurb 18 by @abbysbenchpr

Needy Bob by @soldiergf

You can feel Bob on your tummy by @spidey-webz 

Blurb 19 by @vyxenisl0st

Busy woman by @webslinger-holland 

Blurb 20 by @pleasantlycrazyworld

Size kink by @faiszt

His needy nights by @faiszt

Controlling it by @darnell-la

Latch by @amortsukii

Spit and drool by @spaceycat

Blurb 21 by @undyingdecay

Blurb 22 by @undyingdecay

Needy boy by @lilmarshie

[amortsukii]

it is sooo hot where i live i'm actually dying

my brain has switched off and im walking about like a zombie 😭 i may have to postpone the next fic post and take the rest of the week off cuz i just cannot write atm

but i will hopefully be back on schedule next week with short n' sweet fics! (hint hint, likely bed chem on tuesday & taste or juno on friday)

(ps. thank you all so so much for the recent support! im really greatful <3)

[amortsukii]

the short n' sweet collection 💋

pairings. multiple x f!reader | 18+ mdni

a/n. realised i have a few wips named after/based on songs from the short n' sweet album so i thought i should continue the theme and turn it into a bit of a series! the fics dont coincide or connect at all, its just stuff i've done as smutty one-offs. think of this as a little summer treat to all my fellow sluts out there 💕 taglist is open! please leave a comment/send an ask saying you want to be added

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— taste (sentry | N/A | worshipping, oral)

— please, please, please (caleb xia | 1.4k wc | femdom, bondage)

— good graces (the void | N/A | mirror sex, brat taming)

— sharpest tool (natasha romanoff | N/A | fingering)

— coincidence (bob reynolds | N/A | clothed sex, almost caught)

— bed chem (adam warlock | 843 wc | nsfw headcanons)

— espresso (sylus qin | N/A | cockwarming)

— dumb & poetic (choso kamo | N/A | blow jobs, virginity loss, praise)

— slim pickins (javier peña | N/A | love confessions, breeding)

— juno (bob reynolds/sentry/void | N/A | sex positions)

— lie to girls (xavier | N/A | injuries, blood, face sitting)

— don't smile (zayne li | N/A | somnophilia, cnc)

— 15 minutes (satoru gojo | N/A | semi-public, rushed sex)

— couldn't make it any harder (moon knight | N/A | sex pollen)

— busy woman (wanda maximoff | N/A | cunnilingus)

— bad reviews (rafayel qi | N/A | angry/rough sex)

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[amortsukii]

hiya my lovelies,

unfortunately, i think im gonna have to put pretty woman on a bit of a hiatus. im really not enjoying writing it anymore and its just starting to feel like a chore. its making me pretty stressed so i'd much prefer to write other things atm.

hopefully i'll bring it back sometime in the future, and i do apologise to anyone that was looking forward to it. in the meantime, im gonna ty and finish my current wips (that ive had for months 🫣)

[amortsukii]

latch // bob is a boob guy

pairing. bob reynolds x f!reader | wc. 447 | 18+

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robert reynolds is obsessed with your tits.

he loves how soft they are— almost silky, velvety. he loves playing with them when he's stressed; squeezing softly as if they're stress balls, hearing your whimpers and quiet moans and he caresses your sensitive skin. he loves how they look covered in his markings, red splotches and small bruises, hickeys he had sucked there earlier.

he loves how they look in that one black dress you own. too short, enough that your ass is on display if you ever bend over, and a neckline far too low, tits spilling over the top. he says he hates when you wear it. but really, he knows that he just hates how much he loves it. and how much he knows other men love it.

bob isn't blind to the looks you get on the street or in the club, no matter how much he wishes he is. you're beautiful, and he knows it, but sometimes he thinks you're too beautiful for his own good. the jealousy that rakes its way up his body at the stares is testament enough. though, he knows that no matter how much they stare, they won't get to see you like this.

back arched off the mattress, hands clenching into the duvet, eyes squeezed shut and ecstacy painted across your features. loud moans and long whines spill from your mouth, blessing his ears.

and your tits, oh they're gorgeous, covered with those markings he loves so much, and bouncing with each thrust of his hips. one of his hands slide up your waist to squeeze the soft flesh, his head leaning down to suck on the other. his other hand is perched next to your head while he hovers over you— that sentry serum strength coming in handy— and meets your hips with his.

his cock slides in and out of your wet heat, inch by throbbing inch, veins dragging along your walls. your snug cunt clenching around him and luring him further in like a siren's song.

everything is so wet— with slick and cum and sweat— and you've already come countless times.

you're moaning and groaning and whining his name, hands now clawing at his back as you come yet again, squeezing him tighter. his head falls onto your shoulder, hand still groping one of your tits, and he digs his teeth into your flesh as he follows you with an orgasm of his own.

he moans loudly into you, hips stuttering and vision blurring. thick ropes of his hot seed fill you to the brim, and with one final thrust he collapses fully on top of you. happily falling right onto your boobs.

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pretty woman, act four: kiss

pairing. edward!gojo x f!vivian!reader | wc. 1.5k | 16+

a/n. sorry for the late post, writers block is hitting hard :/ also i know i promised atleast 4k words this chapter but i kinda found a better place to cut it off so im sorry for lyinggg

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the showers running in the other room when you fall asleep, sprawled across gojo's double bed. your hair is finally free of the wig and is strewn every which way on the pillow. you lay on your stomach, arms and legs spread in a starfish-like position.

when you finally wake up, the sun is shining through the bedroom curtains as you blink the sleep from your eyes. you stumble out of bed and clumsily wrap a white robe around yourself, wandering through the open doorway into the penthouses main living area.

gojo is there already, sat at the table and talking on the phone. there's an array of breakfast foods and drinks in front of him— a large jug of orange juice, some croissants, and other food you don't know the names of.

"oh by the way, naoya, about your car." you pause by the table, standing almost beside him, as the man on the other side of the phone responds. a crackled, "oh god, what?" is heard faintly before the white haired man finishes his sentence.

"it corners like it's on rails."

"what? what does that mean? gojo? goj—!"

the voice cuts off when satoru hangs up, placing the phone to the side and instead picking up a newspaper.

"hi." you announce timidly, arms crossed and feet nervously shuffling. his head whips round to face you and his eyes widen, looking you up and down in wonder.

"well, good morning, beautiful."

you smile in response, not moving from your spot. there's a couple minutes of very awkward silence until you decide to break it. "you didn't wake me. i- i can see you're really busy. i'm gonna be outta here in just a minute."

his brows furrow and he frowns, "there's no rush." he then stands, bringing the paper with him, and gestures to the table. "are you hungry? you must be. why don't you sit 'nd have something to eat."

you're confused, mouth parted in shock, but you still move closer to the table.

"i, uh, took the liberty of ordering everything. i didn't know what you'd like." he uncovers two of the trays, revealing some fruit and pancakes, some scrambled eggs and bacon.

"thanks..." you hesitantly take a pastry and wander to the other side of the room, leaving him to sit back in his chair alone.

"alright? good."

you walk out onto the balcony, feeling the soft spring breeze ruffle your hair, and slowly munch on the pastry. "did you sleep well?" you hear him ask.

"yeah, too good. forgot where i was." you chuckle, leaning on the concrete wall. he glances outside, though stays seated at the table and continues to read the paper while responding.

"occupational hazard?"

you move back inside and laugh under your breath, humming in agreement. "did you sleep?" you question with a mouth full of food.

"uh," he watches you saunter towards him and rest on the corner of the table right beside him, "yeah, a little. on the couch."

you meet his eyes, chewing on the last of the croissant, and raise your brows. "you could've—" you swallow your food, "you could've slept with me, y'know? i, uh, i would've moved over."

"nah," his head shakes and he briefly reaches out to pat your thigh, "the couch was comfy. plus, i was working last night."

"you don't sleep, you don't do drugs, you don't drink." he shakes his head at your words, a sly smile showing on his face, "you hardly eat. what do you do, satoru?"

"'cause i know you're not a lawyer."

he chuckles and hums, "i buy companies."

"what kinda companies?" you pick up another pastry, something different this time— a cream filled thing topped with various berries.

"well," he pauses to put aside the newspaper and focus his attention on you, "companies that are in financial difficulty."

"so, you must get 'em for a bargain, huh."

he smirks, watching you take another bite of food, "the company i'm buying this week i'm getting for the bargain price of about one billion."

you freeze, halfway through chewing, with wide eyes. your hand hovers in front of your mouth as you exclaim, "a billion dollars?!"

"mhm," he hums, watching you finish chewing before you speak again.

"wow. you must be really smart, huh?" your voice is reverant, full of emotion, "i only got through, like, eleventh grade. how far did you go in school."

you take another bite of the pastry, making eye contact with him. "i went all the way," his voice sounds almost sad, and you give him a small smile in return.

with a few tiny nods and a swallow of your food, you respond, "your folks must be really proud, huh?"

his eyes dim, smile falling, and he just gives an absent tilt of his head before picking up the newspaper again.

—

"so," you strut into the bathroom where he's getting ready— slender fingers fiddling with his tie, "you don't actually have a billion dollars, huh?"

he briefly meets your eyes in the mirror as you walk around him to push yourself up on the marble countertop right in front of him. he shakes his head, looking down to focus on his stubborn neckwear.

"no, i get some of it from banks, investors. it's not an easy thing to do."

your eyes land on his hands and you wince, "and you don't make anything and you don't build anything?"

"nope!" he smiles, eyes pleading as they meet yours, "help me out, sweets?"

you scoff, though a grin settles on your face as you take over and quickly knot his tie, smaller hands working diligently. "so, what do you do with the companies?"

"i sell them."

"you sell them?"

"well," his smile widens at the concentrated look on your face, "i don't sell the whole company. i break it up into pieces and then i sell that off. if it's worth more than the whole."

"so, it's sorta like, um," you finish your task and smooth out the tie as an afterthought, "stealing cars and selling them for the parts?"

he grins, nodding, "yeah, sorta, but legal."

then, patting his chest, he nods at you, "thanks, sweetheart."

you just hum in response, pushing off the countertop and crossing the room to retrieve his blazer. he turns around to look at you but quickly turns back as you slide the jacket up his arms.

"mind if i, um, take a swim in your tub before i go?"

"not at all. just stay in the shallow end," he teases.

you smile and follow him out of the bathroom.

—

"hello?" gojo asks, mindlessly playing with the phone's wire.

"satoru, it's naoya. i just wanted to let you know that fushiguro is all set for tonight."

"oh, that's good!" he leans over his desk to pick something up, tilting his head further to the side to keep the phone lodged between it and his shoulder.

"he's bringing his son. something about grooming him to take over. i don't know."

gojo hums, thinking back on his interactions with the youngest fushiguro. "mh, yeah. a very intense young man named megumi."

he'd met him a couple times at some parties and galas. and despite his broody angsty exterior, gojo found him to be a pretty nice fella.

"look, i gotta say this again. i don't like you going alone."

before the white haired man can respond, a very off-tune voice sings from the bathroom.

"i just want your extra time—"

"look, i just think it would be better if you went with a date."

gojo's brows furrow and he starts towards the bathroom. the door is ajar slightly, allowing him to see you lounging in the full bathtub with headphones on. bubbles cover your body, and you continue singing whilst waving your arms mindlessly in the air.

"you got to not talk dirty baby!"

your eyes are closed, so you don't see it when he opens the door and steps into the steamy room.

"satoru, you hear me?"

"yeah, i'm here."

you continue your off-key belting of prince lyrics, not a concern in the world and none the wiser to your audience.

"what is that?"

he grins, "housekeeping is singing."

"you can't be too flirty, mama!—"

he stands over the tub with one hand in his trouser pockets, just silently watching you with a wide smirk on his mischievous face.

"—i know how to undress me."

"uh... listen. satoru, i know a lot of nice girls."

"no, you don't." he chuckles, eyes not leaving your performance.

"i just want your extra time and your—" you make kissing noises at the air, puckering your lips unknowingly right at him, "kiss!"

"besides, i already have a date."

next

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[amortsukii]

hiya my loves, pretty woman act four will be posted tuesday! unfortunately, i've had a busy asf week and to top it all off i now have v bad writers block (which is sooo fun)

act four will be pretty long though (im thinking around 4k words, maybe more?) so hopefully that makes up for it being late!

edit: its posted!

[amortsukii]

tuyo // helping him shave

pairing. bob reynolds x f!reader | wc. 311

a/n. first time writing for bob! i've not watched thunderbolts* yet but i have read a lot of fics for him so hopefully i don't mischaracterize him too much <3

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"stop moving!" you whine, gripping firmer on his jaw. you're perched on the bathroom counter, legs spread slightly for him to stand between, one hand on his face and the other holding his razor. your fingers are sticky with the remnants of shaving cream you applied to him earlier.

"s-sorry, baby." he sheepishly replies, though the smile and soft look in his eyes don't disappear. his brown hair clings to the back and sides of his neck, wet from the shower he'd had before, but pinned back by the bobby pins you had meticulously placed.

"it's okay," you return to gently swiping the razor along his jaw, applying just the right amount of pressure to remove what little stubble he had, "just don't wanna hurt you is all."

"i trust you." is all he says, eyelashes fluttering closed as he leans into your palm. his lips are curved upwards, despite the complaints you make of it being harder to shave him.

when you finish, you carefully wipe his face clean with a towel. then, you decide to place a kiss on either side of his jaw. quick and chaste, with two quiet mwah's. his eyes open and he giggles.

you kiss a trail all over his face— from his cheeks to his nose, forehead back down to his eyelids, before finally placing one on his lips. you snake your arms over his shoulders and twirl the ends of his hair around your fingers.

you feel his smile widen, and his hand slide onto your waist. after a few seconds, you pull away and reach to the side for his aftershave, gently massaging it into his skin.

when you're done, you place another kiss onto the tip of his nose and gently pat the sides of his face. "there."

his eyes snap open and a blush coats his face. "thank you, honey."

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pretty woman, act three: sex, drugs, ect

pairing. edward!gojo x f!vivian!reader | wc. 1.6k | 16+

a/n. happy pride month, my loves! btw this gets pretty filthy towards the end so minors beware.

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"for the night?" your head whips up to him and you quickly place down the glass in your hand. "stay here?"

gojo nods, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.

"you couldn't afford it." you tease, breathing out a huffed laugh.

"try me." he responds, leaning his arm on the bar behind him and tilting his head.

you hesitate, swiping your free hand through your wig, before chucking out the first number that comes to mind. "three hundred dollars."

"is that it? c'mon sweetheart, you're worth much more than that." he teases, though sincere, and stands up to retrieve your discarded champagne. he places the flute back on the bar behind him and then crouches down in front of you, "i'll give you five hundred, as long as you stay."

"thank you..." you murmur under your breath.

"now," he announces, "we can relax!"

—

you're in the bathroom, spacious and luxurious, hunched over a gold-rimmed sink and washing your hands. it's now turning night, the sun setting through the windows and casting colourful lights around the penthouse.

you dry your hands on an awfully fluffy towel and call out to the man through the open door. "i'll be out in a minute. that champagne really got to me."

he steps into the room not even seconds later, still dressed in that god-forsaken fitted suit, asking you to repeat yourself in a questioning tone. you do, quickly hiding some string floss behind your back in a way that looks far too suspicious.

he blinks, a frown making its way onto his face.

(you think it looks out of place on his usually bright face.)

"what is... what do you have there?" he points to your hands, hidden behind your back, "what are you hiding?"

"nothing." you try to sound normal, replying casually with a nonchalant shrug. his brows furrow in return, eyes squinting scrutinizingly.

he sighs, stepping forward to gently grab your upper arm. "look, i don't want any drugs in here. so, whatever you have, can you just get rid of it?"

you rip yourself away from his hold, stepping around him with a scoff. "i don't do drugs, alright. i— i stopped doin' drugs when i was fourteen."

his eyes narrow and he grabs your hand, peels your fingers out from the fist you formed and uncovers the little roll of floss you were hiding. "what is this?"

he takes it, inspecting with raised eyebrows and parted lips. "this is dental floss," he says, a slight tease in his tone as he meets eyes with you.

"yeah? so?" you cross your arms in defense after snatching the roll back from him. "i had all those strawberry seeds. and you shouldn't neglect your gums!"

gojo smiles widely, teeth practically glinting from the overhead light, "oh yeah? well, sorry for the accusation, sugar. please... continue."

you scoff and gently push past him back towards your place by the sink with a muttered "thank you."

he stands there in silence for a few seconds, hovering by the open door with his head turned towards you. his smile turns softer, genuine.

you meet his eyes in the mirror and tilt your head, unraveling some floss. "you wanna watch or something?"

"no, no. i'm going."

but a few seconds later he adds, "it's just— that, uh, very few people surprise me."

you turn to him, blonde artificial hair tickling your bare neck, "you're lucky, pretty boy. most of them shock the hell outta me."

you bring the floss up to your mouth, now strung tightly between two fingers, and turn back to the mirror. you pause, meet his eyes again, and call out a teasing, "you're watching."

he laughs, more breathy than he was intending, and responds. "i'm going!"

— 18+

you're curled up on the carpeted lounge floor, an arrangement of various foods and snacks scattered in front of you, watching an old comedy program you love.

satoru's sitting on the desk next to you, on the phone to someone from his business, though his eyes are locked on you. watching your head tilt back when you laugh at something funny on the tv, sound mixing with the audience track in the background.

you take a sip of champagne from the flute he had refilled earlier, and turn to look at him as soon as he puts down the phone. he's got his top buttons undone, exposing pale skin and even paler chest hair. his blazer had been discarded, strewn over the back of the sofa opposite him, and his suit trousers are now rumpled.

"i have a little carpet picnic here. are you sure you don't want a drink?" you question, gesturing to the assortment before you. he shakes his head, white hair swaying in front of his eyes, and writes something in the notebook he's holding.

"i'm high on life, can't you tell?" theres a satirical lilt in his tone that makes your lips quirk upwards, a laugh escaping.

you turn your attention back on the show, but his stays on you. you adjust your position so you're lying on your stomach, back arched and legs kicking behind you. "y'know," you giggle, "i never saw this episode."

he drops his pen to the side, head perched on his hand and elbow bent on the sidearms of the lounge chair he's on. he smiles, pale pink lips turned upwards to show off cute dimples, and stands up. a loud laugh rings from your mouth as he settles on the sofa beside you, feet nudging your thighs. he leans back on the armrest, body tilted to face yours.

your head turns and eyes meet, a wide smile on your face. two hands holding the champagne flute. though your smile dims quickly, the eye contact stirring something between you. the air turning thick with tension.

your eyes flick around his body, eventually landing on his lap, and you smirk when seeing the prominent outline of a bulge there. mind flitting back to a couple hours earlier— your mouth on his cock, his head tilt back, the knock on the door just as he was about to come.

you place down the flute gently on the tray, making sure it's steady before moving to your hands and knees. teasingly, you slowly crawl towards him. hips swaying, dress riding up thighs, not breaking eye contact.

you stay on your knees when you get to him, carpet barely burning, and slowly trace a braceletted hands up his bare calf once you slip it under his clothes. he quietly scoffs, eyes widening as he leans further back into the furniture. the show becomes a static background noise.

you pull the hand back and instead slip off your dress, sensually revealing barely covered skin. only jewelry and black lace left on your body— covering your most private parts.

leaning forwards, chest hovering over his, you reach to grab the remote off the side table and mute the show. the silence suddenly deafening. he slips one of his hands to the side of your face, playing with the fake hair of your wig as you undo his tie and the last of the buttons on his shirt.

he slides down further in the chair, legs spreading as you settle between them and unzip his trousers. white boxers are revealed and you lean towards him, hot breath mingling. he smirks, hand placing itself on the soft skin at the curve of your waist.

"what do you want?" you whisper, voice raspy.

"what do you do?"

"everything. but i don't kiss on the mouth."

blue eyes sparkling in anticipation, he replies, "neither do i."

you smile, then barely nod, and slide down his body— leaving red trails of kisses on his chest. when you reach his lap again, you slowly pull back the band of his boxers to release his cock. it springs out, hard and heavy, red and pulsing. he inhales sharply, eyes fluttering closed and head tilting back when it hits his stomach.

"you're so sensitive." you mutter, spitting on your hand and then wrapping it around him. too slowly, you stroke him. twisting and squeezing gently. though, you pull back when he whimpers quietly.

hovering your mouth just above him, you let a stream of saliva dribble out onto him. he flinches when it touches him, but your warmth envelops him not even seconds later.

he groans, low and guttural, slipping a hand into your wig like he did earlier in the day. your mouth slips down further on his cock until the tip prods the back of your throat. you gag slightly, not yet prepared, before moving back up then down again.

you repeat the motions, squeezing your lips around him tighter and bring a hand up to his balls. you squeeze them gently, hearing him moan at the feeling. you smile around him, tracing your tongue along the edges— feeling the ridges of veins, and the bump of his tip.

"f— fuck!" he whines, "baby, oh god, shit, i'm gonna—"

his hips buck wildly, chasing his high. your mouth tightens around his base, tongue licking trails of saliva all around his cock. your hand tightens around his thigh whilst the other fondles his balls.

suddenly, he moans loudly, hand tightening around your head. his hips stutter and his cock throbs as he comes— thick, warm ropes hitting the back of your throat. you try to swallow it all but he just keeps cumming, leading to some of it spilling from the sides of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

when he stops, spent and collapsing back limply into the sofa, you quickly pull off with a loud pop! and catch your breath. with both of you panting loudly, he speaks up.

"shit, sweets, that— that was... really good."

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BLACK WIDOW - masterlist

♡ summary. Venus Stark, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy and a former SHIELD agent, is forced to confront her dark past when her sister contacts her for help.

wc. N/A | warnings. N/A

a/n. So happy I got to play around more with one of my fav ocs in this. We get to learn a lot more about Venus throughout this series; and, I will admit, she's probably my most self indulgent oc. I based most of her personality (+ coping mechanisms) off of me, so hopefully you like her as much as I do!

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FLASHBACK: OUR LITTLE GROUP

HUNGOVER HELPER

SISTERS FROM OTHER MISTERS

AVALANCHES AND UNFAMILIAR WAYS TO DIE

MOTHER'S DAUGHTERS

FLASHBACK: OH CHILDREN

RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED

SKYFALL

MAKING AMENDS

[amortsukii]

pretty woman, act two: sugar (with just the right amount of spice)

pairing. edward!gojo x f!vivian!reader | wc. 1.7k | 18+

a/n. sorry for posting this so late! i've had a busy asf week so i didnt have much time to write. hope you enjoy <3

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you speed through the moonlit streets of hollywood, music playing quietly over the radio. you can feel him looking at you, blue eyes piercing through the darkness.

the tires squeal as you round a corner and pull up at the hotel, skidding to a stop by the curb. a concierge hurries over, pulling open the passenger door with a greeting towards the man.

you push open your own door, getting out and rounding the car to stand on the pavement.

"will you be needing the car more tonight?"

gojo responds with a chuckle, standing up and smoothing out his suit, "i hope not!"

you walk up towards him with a half-hearted "ah, we're here." you're disappointed to say the least. you were at least hoping he would've offered you to stay the night sometime along the car journey. but now it's over and you have to part ways with the annoyingly handsome stranger who stole his friends car.

he stops in his tracks and turns back to face you. sunglasses again perched on his nose, black suit jacket still folded over his arms. you can't read his face, unfortunately.

"yeah," he replies, sounding disheartened himself. that once bright grin has now dimmed, leaving a small— almost imperceptible— soft smile in it's wake. "so, you'll be alright?"

"yeah, i'm gonna... grab a cab with my twenty bucks," you smirk to hide the sadness you feel, gesturing vaguely towards the road behind you.

"go back to your office." he teases, smile broadening once again.

you giggle, and gojo thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard in his entire thirty-two years of living, "yeah. my office, yeah."

"well," the smile dims again, the thought of parting with you is too sad for him to bear, "thanks for the ride, sweetheart."

you break eye contact, looking up at the grand building standing before you and then off to the side. you spot a bench, and begin to make your way towards it. "see you." you respond, briefly glancing him over your shoulder.

he utters a quiet, "goodbye," with an unenthusiastic wave. but he doesn't move from his spot, rooted to the ground watching you settle onto the back of the bench and rest your heeled feet on the seat below.

after a few minutes, he decides to speak. "c'mon."

you turn around, confused, with a question forming on your lips. he interrupts before you can say anything.

"come with me. i-if you want to, though, obviously! please, pretty?" he barely gives you a chance to respond, trudging up to your place on the bench and resting a hand on your shoulder with the worst puppy-eye look on his face.

"i don't even know your name," though your hand reaches up to grab his.

"satoru."

"satoru," you stand with a smile, still clutching his hand, "that is my favourite name in the whole world!"

"no!" he giggles, as do you, and starts walking towards the hotel entrance.

"i tell you what, satoru, this is fate. that's what this is."

—

"the penthouse. ooh~" you tease, stepping out of the elevator and wrapping his coat tighter around you.

he'd draped it over your shoulders earlier, just before entering the lobby, with the excuse that he thought you were cold. really, you know it's because the outfit you have on is way too inappropriate for this kind of hotel, but you brushed off the concern with a knowing smile and buttoned up the jacket.

"to the left." he calls, following behind you with a hand gently grasping your wrist. the concierge stays behind in the elevator.

gojo shoves a card in the reader and the door opens with a ping!, showing off a homely living area that you follow him into. he releases your wrist as you move further into the apartment to explore.

"you impressed?" he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you to the couch.

"you kidding me? i come here all the time!" you jest, flopping gracelessly onto the furniture. he moves to sit by a desk, flipping through some paperwork with a chuckled, "sure you do."

you shrug off his jacket and drape it over your legs, "well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

he shrugs, leaning back in the wooden chair, "i don't have a clue."

you smirk and stand up, walking over to him— heels clacking through the carpeted floor— and sitting down by his feet. "no? then why did you invite me up?"

"what can i say?" he hums, leaning forward to be eye to eye with you, "you gave me the ride of my life, sweets. thought i should reward you."

"oh yeah? didn't you already pay me for that?" your smirk widens, face leaning closer until your breaths mingle.

"i had something else in mind."

—

satoru gojo was never one for falling in love.

his work always got in the way of any relationships he had. sure, he'd had one night stands and hookups— especially in his twenties— but none as good as this.

so, as he's reclined in this uncomfortable wooden chair, your mouth wrapped around his cock, he thinks he's falling in love for the first time.

your lips hit the skin of his pubis, slick with spit, and he groans. low and guttural. he slips a hand onto your head and tugs gently through the artificial blonde locks.

"fuck, sweetheart." your mouth squeezes around his base, tongue gliding around his length, tip prodding the back of your throat. you moan, sending vibrations through his cock, which in turn has him bucking his hips up. frantic and sloppy as he reaches closer to his peak, your mouth working him perfectly.

he's so close. dick throbbing in anticipation, hand curling further around your head and accidently tilting the wig off centre. just as he can feel his abdomen tightening, balls squeezing— just as he's about to come, a sharp knock sounds through the penthouse.

"room service!"

you quickly pull off him, lipstick smudged and eyes glassy. he whines pathetically, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. you fumble to stand, stumbling across the room and yanking the door open after making sure he's tucked himself away.

his bulge is hidden behind black slacks, damp and darkening shade. he watches with lidded eyes as the concierge enters carrying a silver tray.

gojo adjusts himself, trying to make him seem somewhat presentable (despite being on the verge of tears from his stolen high.)

"where would you like it?" the staff asks, standing in the doorway beside you and not-so-subtly checking you out.

your eyes drift over to his, mischief swimming in them, and you cock an eyebrow in question.

"uhm, o— over by the bar." he answers, not yet moving from his spot of the chair.

the concierge places down the tray with a quiet clink, and says, "it'll be on your bill, mr. gojo."

theres a couple seconds of awkward silence, you standing in front of the man in confusion at his hesitance to leave, and defensively you snark, "what're you looking at?"

you turn to satoru then, hands on your hips and brows furrowed, "what is he lookin' at?"

"oh, yeah," the white haired man jumps up, slipping his wallet off the desk next to him and retrieving a couple of paper bills which he hands off to the member of staff. "thanks."

"thank you very much." the man leaves then, hurrying out of the door with a polite nod sent off towards you both.

"tip, wow." you swing your hands in embarrassment, clicking your fingers and shaking them out as if to rid yourself of the unwanted emotions, "i missed that one."

"don't worry about it, sweets." gojo plucks two champagne flutes and starts pouring some of the liquid into them, until they're filled almost to the brim.

"you mind if i take my boots off?" he hears you asks, and responds with a quick, "nope."

he's still recovering from your previous actions. still feeling your mouth wrapped around his cock, your lips sucking gently on his tip, the back of your throat convulsing around him as you took him deeper. his hand slips and he spills a bit of champagne onto the tray below.

"oops."

he turns, now holding a glass that he reaches out to give to you. your sitting on a stair, unzipping your boots and chucking them off to the side, and when you take the flute from him you give him an appreciative smile.

you quickly down the liquid, feeling his eyes bore into the side of your head, when he says, "you should try a strawberry."

"why?" you question, but still pluck one of the fruits out of its silver tin.

"it brings out the flavour in the champagne," he explains, giving you a flirtatious smile as he adds on, "plus, they're sweet. just like you."

you roll your eyes in response, dunking the small red fruit into the liquid and watching as it slowly drips off. sensually, and awfully resembling when you sucked his red tip earlier, you take a bite.

the moan you let out at the taste shocks satoru to his core. he dick twitches in his slacks, and his hands fumble with the tin. your eyelashes are fluttering, eyes rolling back almost orgasmically.

"so good."

you mutter, unknowing to his reaction, fingers still pinched around the green stem.

"don't you drink?" you ask when your eyes open again, noticing his lack of glass from where he's now perched on a barstool.

"no." his head shakes, hair flopping over his eyes in such a way you think is cute.

"how much for the entire night?" he questions suddenly, looking at you cross-legged on the carpeted floor, one hand holding a champagne flute and the other a half-eaten strawberry. he doesn't know what he's doing, but he just weirdly feels drawn to you. the thing is— sure, satoru would love to fuck you— but right now, he just wants you here. with him. he wants to learn more about you, see what makes you you.

he wants to know why he's weirdly attracted to the prostitute that approached him on some street of hollywood who then hijacked his car.

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pairing. sub!caleb x f!reader | wc. 1.4k | mdni

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"please, please, please!—" caleb whines, weakly tugging the bonds on his wrists. pastel pink satin ropes tie him to the headboard of your bed, leaving him incapacitated at your will. he's naked from head to toe, sweat covering his toned body with a glossy sheen— matching your lipglossed lips.

you were getting ready for a night out with your friends; karaoke at some club in the city you all frequent. you'd had it planned for a month, babbling excitedly to your boyfriend in anticipation ever since. so he knew how excited you were, yet couldn't help himself from teasing you all day. that possessive and overprotective part of him worming its way to the surface when learning you were leaving without him. and any objections he had were tripled when seeing what you would be wearing out.

you'd walked out of the bathroom, adjusting a golden hoop pierced through your ear, and barely took notice of the awestruck man on your bed. a short red dress clung to your body, one caleb had seen you wear before and was utterly obsessed with. your hair was perfectly styled, and you had a small black bag hung on your shoulder. one of your hands was holding a pair of black heels with the thickest platform and tallest stiletto he'd ever seen, whilst the other was applying a thin layer of clear gloss onto your lips.

when you finished getting ready, you leaned over and placed a chaste kiss onto caleb's cheek, and it was only then that he snapped out of his shock to latch onto your wrist before you left. your head snapped over to him, brows furrowed and shiny lips parted, and just before you could talk he brought you forward into a proper kiss. with manicured hands, you managed to push him backwards before it could go any further— knowing that if you took any longer you would be late.

though, caleb wouldn't give up. he was not about to see his girl go out to a club in a skimpy ass dress where she would most likely be flirted with! so, he had tugged you onto his lap— which made you scramble to find a steady hold and end up dropping your heels by accident. and by that point, you were fed up.

which eventually led him here— tied up naked on your bed in pretty pink ropes with a throbbing cock.

to be fair, you made it clear that you would punish him for making you miss your girls night out. that you had been oh so looking forward to for weeks! and at first, caleb had really enjoyed his "punishment". but by the third time you edged him— pulling your mouth off him just before he could cum—he realised just what was in store for him.

that was hours ago.

"stop squirming." you shake your head, "you wanna come so badly, huh?" you mock, hand stroking up and down his length in repetitive motions— knowingly driving him absolutely insane. your other hand is planted on his chest, keeping him pinned down to the bed. any strength he once had eventually dwindled throughout the night, leaving a powerless shell of a man in his wake.

"yes! p-please, pip-squeak. lemme cum—" he slurs, eyes rolling back into his head and mouth dropping open into a silent moan. you coo in response, squeezing slightly on his cock causing him to shudder. "i-i'm so clo—"

you roll your eyes, peeling your hand off his dick once again and scoffing when he whines. both of your hands now move to cover his pecs, readjusting slightly to squeeze his nipples and roll them through your fingers. suddenly, caleb lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard and you feel a warmth hit your stomach. you don't even need to look down to know what happened.

"tch, naughty boy. i told you not to come until you apologised. i should go out and leave you here for the rest of the night, don't you think?"

reaching a hand up, you stroke some brown hair out of his face and smile slightly. even if he's annoying sometimes, you still love his stupidly handsome face. he's got his purple eyes squeezed closed, and mouth wide. but as soon as you finish your sentence, his eyes snap back open and he starts slurring out protests.

"n-no! please, don't leave, pips. wanna feel you so badly���"

scoffing, you crawl up his body until you're hovering over him and slide your panties— a black lace that matches your bra— to the side. with your dress scrunched halfway up your stomach, you start to sink down onto his cock. feeling the familiar streeetch as his tip prods into your entrance, veins scraping sensually along your snug walls the deeper he goes.

"don't you worry, baby," you coo, purposefully squeezing yourself around him to watch as he throws his head back against the headboard with a deep groan, "i'm not leaving you any time soon."

—

you're about two rounds in, slick and cum overfilling your cunt and dripping down your thighs, when you realise this so-called punishment is starting to feel a lot like a reward. and you can't have that— despite the utter pleasure you're getting from riding your boyfriend on your own terms, a massive change from his usual dominating persona in the bedroom. so, you come to a decision; overstimulate the hell outta caleb until he can't walk. because, he can't stop you from going out if he can't even use his legs!

"baby~" said man whines, dragging out the last letters, "'s too much!" his hands are numb, still pinned above him, and red at the wrist from the constant irritation due to the ropes. you hazily think you should untie him before his blood circulation cuts off— but oh well.

you drag your hips back and forth, lazy, hearing the squeeelch of liquid where your bodies are connected. your head's thrown back, eyes fluttering open and closed, soft moans escaping your mouth. you look like a goddess, caleb thinks.

he bucks his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into you and just barely skimming your g-spot. your hands scramble to find purchase on his chest, keening at the length bullying your walls. he feels you squeeze around him, and he thrusts up again— this time perfectly aiming his leaking head to kiss your g-spot firmly. and before he knows it, you're coming again.

walls spasming around him, hips rolling to chase your high. your nails dig into his skin, likely leaving marks but caleb can't seem to care right now. not when your face is screwed up in pleasure, tits bouncing in front of him. not when his own high crashes over him, again, and he whimpers, cock twitching and balls squeezing as he comes— thick, hot ropes of his cum shooting straight into you. his back arches off the bed, jolts of electricity running throughout his body.

you collapse on top of him, head tucked into his neck, while he's still cumming. dick lodged deep inside you, spurting out leaks of seed, and throbbing against your tight walls. he chokes out a sob, vision blurry and head empty, when you accidently squeeze him. tears are running down his cheeks, mainly from overstimulation, and soaking your hair.

marks are already blooming on both of your bodies— which are sweaty, sticky with slick and cum— and when you look up slightly you see his arms are shaking, red around the wrist.

you sit back up, thighs trembling in objection, and gently untie caleb's hands. they fall onto his face, and he jolts but doesn't move further. you notice his eyes are closed and realise he'd likely fallen asleep from exhaustion. you smile softly, settling back down on his chest after placing two tender kisses on each of his wrists.

cock still inside you, though now soft, and you feel a mix of your and his cum leak from your pussy. you shiver at the feeling.

you speak up quietly, nothing more than a murmur, despite knowing he won't hear.

"i think i'll let you come with me next time."

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pretty woman | masterlist

pairing. edward!gojo x f!vivian!reader | wc. N/A

warnings. implied prostitution, suggestive language, smut,

a/n. ON HIATUS

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act one: hollywood dream

act two: sugar (with just the right amount of spice)

act three: sex, drugs, ect

act four: kiss

act five: make you mine

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RUMOURS | masterlist

pairing. warren rojas x f!journalist!reader | wc. N/A | 16+

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a/n. idk if the djats fandom is still alive but this is such a fun idea imo that i don't really mind if it gets like no views. if you do enjoy this then please leave a comment or reblog— all support is greatly appreciated 🩷 taglist is open! please leave a comment or send an ask saying you want to be added.

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TRACK ONE: second hand news

TRACK TWO: songbird

TRACK THREE: oh daddy

TRACK FOUR: go your own way

TRACK FIVE: i don't want to know

TRACK SIX: you make loving fun

TRACK SEVEN: gold dust woman

TRACK EIGHT: silver springs

TRACK NINE: never going back again