#<- thinking very hard. i don’t want to think anymore. make it stop my poor heart

[eeblouissant]

in this essay I need to talk about the way Dorothy acts around & reacts to stan in this clip (season 4 ep 5) specifically or I will simply perish.

enjoy the unorganized (unedited, and definitely not reread) chaos, this will be more of a ramble than anything - it’s so late & I need to get these thoughts out of my head before I explode.

Firstly, the clip in question:

( 1:15 - 2:22 )

now. Oh boy. Where do I even begin.

As much as I know it was done for comedic effect; the way Dorothy doesn’t hesitate to let herself cuddle into stan (STAN!!! CUDDLING. with STAN. And **publicly** there are so many layers here) when he puts an arm around her, describing what probably were the happier times Dorothy’s mentioned having with him despite it all (or at least a version of them. his version, that he’d created in an attempt to persuade her, as we learn pretty quickly) - oh god it just breaks my heart. She lets herself feel those memories for just a moment, before it all inevitably comes crashing down again. The way she snaps so quickly… that’s something we do not see in younger Dorothy. Younger Dorothy comes off much more passive-aggressive leaning more on the passive (shy?) side, she’s just very logical & no nonsense (but not in the way she is now). That’s something that Dorothy never really loses - Whereas current Dorothy has lost that (passiveness) completely with stan, and seems find it natural to come off as “aggressive” & dominating around/toward others. So - that ability to shut off & become defensive like that, & so fast, was developed later on. She’s got a bite now that was learned, because she had to bite to survive. For her own sanity. Do you know how much work that would take to unlearn & heal, if she ever even tried? oh my. Yeah I’m not well. I don’t think she would have much faith in it changing either, it’s become such a part of her. I think she would feel a little lost without it.

That first bit kills me - but what kills me about this scene most, is that last bit. Where she tries to push back further with a comment she know will be funny and just a little hurtful (towards stan, im sure she thought) and that will further deflect. But it backfires and hurts her instead. Her voice breaks. It breaks and her eyes soften and it looks like that just for a moment she lets the hurt shine through. Because that is especially painful, she cannot bury it. Her entire demeanour changes as those last few words are delivered (and Oh My God do they register fast - like she’d reopened that wound having no idea it was going to sting so badly.) and I just - oh my GOD. For that split second she looks like she might crack, the pain in her voice is so clear. & then the walls go right back up & it’s pushed right back down. I cannot deal. I absolutely cannot. Dorothy has let herself be vulnerable in the past, but has there ever been more than maybe (maybe) a handfull of instances where her voice & face soften that way? Anyway, I’m absolutely losing it over those little details. I’ve yet to find another scene where it feels like younger Dorothy shines through in the current. It hurt my heart so good and I cannot stop thinking about it :’) I think this is my sign to rebinge every episode in order. Because I am definitely forgetting - there has to be more.

Okay that’s all for now! If any of you have any thoughts or personal fav scenes (etc) to share as well please feel free!!! Dorothy angst seems to be my drug of choice lately lmao

(like two bits of this were my own interpretations of Dorothy’s character based on observation, don’t take them as canon nor am I claiming they are, because we obviously don’t know exactly what happened in between + younger Dorothy didn’t have much screen time :’)! Headcanons are just so much fun to throw around!!)

She <333 <33333333 <3 <3 <3 heart heart heart xxoo literal angel

[v3lvieraven]

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

(Riddle, Floyd, Leona, Malleus, Lillia)

Synopsis- reader tends to give really big and tight squeezes similar to Floyd whenever they hug/cuddle/get excited

Warnings- cursing, mood swings (Floyd), accidentally pushing away (riddle)

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

•he collared you for the first time

•this didn’t really do shit though considering you have zero magic.

•takes him a second to realize then un-collars you!

•After a few times of him lying through his teeth about not liking it, you figured you should stop.

•But those squeeze times had found their way into his schedule, literally.

•so when you stop squeezing him it messes his schedule up! Which is absolutely unacceptable.

•usually he wouldn’t straight up tell you his feelings but his poor poor organized schedule was falling apart! And all because you stopped the squeezing.

•“Why aren’t you doing the squeeze thing anymore?”

•You opened your mouth to answer but seeing his unusually upset expression you kept it shut

•With a shake of your head you bring him into your arms with a big squeeze.

•”Awww you like my squeezes!”

•”shh… you have three hours to make up to me”

•that meaning he made you squeeze him in bed for three hours (after his already busy schedule)

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

•he fell in love the moment you squeezed him.

•obviously it wasn’t as tight as he does it.

•but he still loves it nonetheless!

•he definitely pouts whenever you arnt squeezing him. Which makes it very inconvenient for Jade and you.

•he’s very clingy though, but if he saw you squeeze someone else, even if it was in a friend way. He gets so jealous!

•when you went to give him a squeeze a few hours after he saw it, he probably would yell at you.

•He has really bad mood swings so it’s not surprising but it didn’t hurt any less.

•depending on your personality this could go two ways-

•first way: you give him space

•he would be more aggressive towards everyone at first.

•Azul and Jade had begged you to calm him down but you stood your ground.

•not wanting to cross his boundaries.

•but after he gets his anger out one way or another, he realizes he royally fucked up.

•Definitely starts crying and finds you, drags you into a bed, and squeezes you. VERY HARD.

•ends in you either passing out or he falls asleep.

•second way: you wait like thirty minutes and give him another squeeze

•after about thirty minutes he should have probably calmed down

•other than his pout and occasional muttering he is actually holding onto you for dear life.

•both ways he bites you tho.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

•HE IS LOVIN IT

•When you found him in the botanical garden asleep you thought this was the perfect time to cuddle with him

•momentarily forgetting about your habit

•it woke him up, he probably hisses at you, even when he realizes it’s you.

•Almost shoved you off until he notices that he really likes this.

•often orders Ruggie to escort you to him whenever he is in a bad mood or a squeeze mood.

•I’m gonna be honest I actually can’t imagine if he were to get mad at you for squeezing him, ironic considering his temper

•like Floyd he can and will bite you to get what he wants.

•he flops on top of you often and demands it with light insults.

•Maybe you should try squeezing him whenever he overblots that might work.

•soon finds out he can’t really sleep without the pressure around him.

•one night when you were on a small trip somewhere he couldn’t sleep, so he tried to squeeze himself with his tail.

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬

•craves it more than anything.

•please don’t stop. He will actually cry.

•he’s really touch staved, so whenever you show up and squeeze him, he returns the gesture

•thinks of it as a human way of expressing love

•which it is to you.

•he’s so adorable, you can’t understand why anyone is Afraid of him. Of course he can be scary but not to you

•He also cries when you do squeeze him, but out of happiness. So either way, if you do or don’t, he will still probably cry.

•Sebek scolds you a lot because you started this and now he often gets really mad and causes thunderstorms.

•sneaks into your dorm and kicks grim off the bed and onto the couch

•poor grim :(

•Sometimes when he’s had a particularly bad day and he needs to unwind he will come to you. Which usually ends up with him letting out some of his more dragon features.

•Not fully though, unless you are okay with him destroying a bit of your dorm house.

•overall he loves you dearly, wouldn’t trade this for anything at all.

•please keep going!

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚

•he teases you all the time for it.

•the first time though he was genuinely surprised but wiped that expression off his face VERY quickly

•he sleeps upside down so sometimes he will ask you if you wanna stay upside down with him and do your thing

•most of the time your squeezing sessions will turn into play fight or tickle session instead

•he gets really giddy when it happens

•don’t be fooled though, he will threaten anyone you squeeze.

•also might curse them or something but you don’t need to know that!

•He’s smitten for you though, and even when it sometimes doesn’t feel like it because of his playful demeanor, he truly appreciates these moments with you

•might sometimes mutter things under his breath before he falls asleep in your arms.

• “don’t let me go..”

• “your squeezes are mine…”

•he means the second one in all seriousness though.

•this is one of the most vulnerable times when he is too sleepy to keep his silly facade

•not saying he isn’t silly naturally, but sometimes he covers up his problems with his cuteness or calm demeanor.

•He’s usually not as silly when he’s not with you, but again, sometimes he uses it to cover that he is hurting

•so please don’t call the things he is saying at the moment “silly” because he means them with his whole heart.

•just keep squeezing and reassuring him, and he will open up!

Note- totally not based off the fact I squeeze ppl when I hug/cuddle

[ratskinsuit]

Can you make a dom reader with Valentino or Lucifer? Here's some ideas if you'd like Valentino: Something about rubbing and massaging his fur Lucifer: Something about being stressed about work and just wanting to be fucked until he can't think anymore. Thank you if you choose to do this :D (Sorry if it came off as rude, this is my first request with anyone)

Till I Feel Better

Lucifer x Gn!reader

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“Poor Lucifer has been so stressed and pent up recently, so he does the best thing he can think of, and comes to you to help him relax.”

Tags: Sub!Lucifer, Dom!Reader, Whimpering and moaning, Praise, Lucifer getting his brains fucked out of him, blow jobs/oral sex, slight dry humping

A/N: Since no gender was specified I went with gn. I tried to just do you riding him because it’s possible for any gender, I’m very sorry if it’s not what was asked. This is literally just him getting fucked. Very little plot.

MDNI

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You were in the library, reading a book. You sat at your normal spot on a couch. humming softly with your legs kicked up on one of the cushions. You turn the page and hear footsteps coming from the entrance.

You look up to see Lucifer looking around for something, and his eyes land on you and he smiles.

You give him a smile back and bookmark the page you were on and set the book on the side table next to you. He walks over with a smile still on his face.

You sit up and greet him. “Hey Luci, how was your day honey?” You ask as he comes closer, once he’s close enough giving him a quick cheek kiss.

He blushes at the kiss like it’s his first, even though you two have been together for years, yet you don’t mind it, finding it quite cute.

“Ah, stressful, but I’m very glad to see you.” He says, you move your feet from the other side of the couch so he can sit there, he hums in delight, taking a seat next to you.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, leaning to him, running a hand through his hair.

He sighs and leans into it your touch. “J’st a lot of paperwork.” He says, smiling softly at you, instant hidden in his eyes, yet the motive not yet clear.

You lean over to him and give him a kiss, and he kisses back almost instantly.

You two stay there for a couple moments, before you try to lean away slightly, but he leans forward, stopping you from breaking the kiss.

You go along with it for a minute, after a couple moments you find yourself laying down with him straddling you. The kisses becoming more heated.

Drool slowly starts dripping down from his lips, you notice him panting and whimpering in between kisses.

You feel his hips twitch a bit, still clothed, he begins to rut against you, as his whimpers begin to turn into louder whines.

You lean back to pull away, but Lucifer tries to follow you to continue the kiss, but you softly push him back.

Hes panting hard, drool running down his chin, his cheeks very red, his eyes half lidded and his dick obviously very hard on his pants, a small wet spot already forming. He wipes the drool with his sleeve, looking at you with with need.

“Well someone’s pent up.” You say, stroking his cheek as he whines, jutting against you again, before you hold down his hips, earning you a distressed whimper.

“P-…please.. n’ so… want you.. p—ease…” He begs, kissing you desperately inbetween words.

You gently push him away. Before he could protest, you shove him down, so you are straddling him now.

He grips you waist, a desperate look on his face. “Mn p..please..”

You unbutton a couple of his shirt buttons. “Want me to care of you honey?” You coo, and he nods quickly.

You laugh a bit and finish unbuttoning, running your hand up and down his abs.

“P-please…! Mhm.. don’t tease me…” He whines, shuddering as your hand catches on the waist of his pants.

“Don’t worry handsome I’m gonna take care of you.” You murmur, unzipping his pants and pulling them down, as your partner squirms underneath you.

You stroke his cheek, pulling down his underwear, presenting his already hard and leaking cock, red at the tip. You glance at him to see his staring at you, desperately.

Pumping it a couple times, you lean down, teasing the tip a bit with a little swipe of your tongue, earning you a jolt. “Nnno t-easing…” Lucifer begs.

You slowly begin to take him in your mouth, a glance up letting you see his eyes begin to roll back into his head, his chest already heaving.

Slowly but surely you take his to the base, before you begin bobbing up and down, Lucifer’s hands flying to your hair, his hips stuttering subconsciously.

You don’t mind though, humming around him, knowing it drives him crazy. “Ngh h-agh.. fuuu- plea- darling… hah…” He squirms and writhes above you.

You go from speeding up to slowing down, still teasing him slightly. His cries filling the library, anyone who would walk past knowing exactly what is happening. Not that Lucifer would let them live after that.

Your hands play and knead his balls, your tongue massaging him. Drool is running down his chin by now, eyes trying to stay focused on you. Tears are on the edge of his eyes as he tries to desperately tries to keep them back.

“Co- ah.. hon- g’nna cum… pleas-ah!” He whines, trying to alert you to his upcoming, yet quick orgasm. You speed up, determined to make him cum, not minding that it’s so fast.

With a cry, Lucifer arches, cumming deep down your throat. You swallow, a bit dripping from your mouth. You sit up, looking at the fucked out expression on his face.

Smiling, you look at the panting, wrecked man infront of you. You push his hair out of his eyes, before sticking your fingers in his mouth.

As soon as you do that, he begins sucking sloppily, still experiencing aftershocks from his orgasm, spit running down your fingers.

Once you belive they are wet enough, you unbutton your own pants, with the help of Lucifer, you pull them down.

You reach behind you and slowly stick a finger in your entrance, hissing at the intrusion. After a couple moments you stick another in.

Lucifer watches lustfully, his cock already hard again, watching you piston your fingers in and out of yourself.

When you are stretched out enough, you pull them out, and line yourself up with lucifers dick, before going down on him sharply, bottoming out instantly.

You must admit it did hurt a tad, the shock a bit much. But your partners reaction priceless. As soon as you drop down. his nails dig into the couches armrest, tearing it up. His eyes roll back into his skull, face completely red. Hair tangled and messy. He heaves and lets out half moans and whimpers. Not quite being able to decide whether to beg or catch his breath.

However, he doesn’t get much of a choice as you begin bouncing up and down on him, setting a brutal pace right away.

He chokes on his spit, writhing underneath you, hands scrambling to find something to grab onto. Settling on your waist.

He begs and moans loudly, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. “Pleaseee fuckfuckfu- dar-darling.. ngh- ha.” He has his eyes shut as you bounce up and down on him, tears running down his cheeks from overstimulation.

He babbles mindlessly, letting himself go, not caring who hears. You giggle, panting above him “Come on.. ahm.- handsome, you can let yourself go… g-go- go ahead baby..” Your nails dig into his shoulders, driving him crazy.

Your orgasm comes to you quickly, having already been pent up today, just not showing it.

“Mhng- c’mmon - ah-ah-fuckfuckk ple-ase c-um with m- ba-baby…” Lucifer begs, his peak approaching rapidly.

After a couple moments he arches, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you two climax together. Shuddering above him, you look down to see him absolutely fucked out.

You smirk, taking a couple deep breathes. “Come.. on pretty boy, you can take more.” You say, before you begin to bounce again…

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A/N: I have a bit of writers block hehe, so this took me so long to get out and I apologize! But I hope you still enjoyed! I will be working on the other requests in my inbox now so If you requested I will be working on it soon, because I am on a basis where I go in order of when it has been sent in.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[jongseongsnudes]

fuck buddy

fwb!jake. 0.6k. 

“no offence mr sim... but you’re really bad at this.”

your comment only makes the man chuckle, obviously not fazed by it at all.

you couldn’t help but glance at the clock, seeing how you were gradually getting later and later for your dinner plans with friends. in fact you’ve been sitting on the bathroom counter with your legs hanging off the side for the past hour, letting jake ‘help’ you fix your make up after ruining it earlier in the bedroom.

but the poor man wasn’t doing a very good job, taking a whole half an hour to do your eyeliner... and he was still not done.

“i’m trying love, trying really hard.”

the little pout on his face has you wanting to kick your feet and squeal like a little girl, the mere sight being one of the many reasons why this man was so popular. jake sim was just so charming, so endearing, so ridiculously good looking that it constantly had you questioning how the man even became your fuck buddy in the first place.

but hey, you weren’t complaining, not when you got to see this face over and over.

“i know jake... that’s why i told you i can do it myself.”

“but i like helping you.”

the man was evidently struggling but you let him be, not having the heart to stop him anymore. you’re already late anyway.

“you’ve done my liner for me before. doesn’t usually take you this long,” you chuckle while watching him so focused on drawing your liner, the little furrow in his brows the cutest thing you've ever seen, “i’m starting to think you’re doing it bad on purpose.”

you were only kidding but the silence that follows, along with the sudden appearance of his cheeky grin tells you perhaps you weren’t all that wrong.

“maybe i am,” he smiles at you and leans in, his body now comfortably settled in between your spread legs. your own hands find a spot on his chest, your fingers softly playing with the material of his oversized shirt. the way his gaze falls to your lips definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by you, something you naturally find yourself mirroring.

“and why would you do that?”

your words had barely left your lips when jake closes the gap between you and him completely, kissing you so gently that your heart immediately bursts into a million butterflies. the sound of your liner pencil hitting the floor echoes through the quiet bathroom but you couldn’t care less, especially not when he was kissing you.

his hands are quick to grab your waist, easily pulling your body flush against his as he deepens the kiss.

“so you don’t go to your dinner plans,” his voice is so soft against your lips, his low tone already doing wonders to your body, “stay with me tonight?”

“you should’ve just asked mr sim, we wasted an hour in here.”

“no such thing as a waste when it’s with you,” he leans in to place a cute kiss on the tip of your nose before carrying you up entirely into his arms, a familiar sweet smile now on his lips.

the very same sweet smile that always has your heart fluttering for your fuck buddy.

end.

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[xsleepinggoodx]

I saw you did an ideal type of girl for Mikey. Can I have the same requests for Baji and Shinichiro, please? 🥺🫶

Dark-haired guys got me on a chokehold it is not funny anymore 🥲

YES TY SM FOR REQUESTING

That’s so real, literally any Tokyo revengers character solos every anime boy there is like I’m not even joking😭( the whole Sano family got me kicking my feet like even the grandfather. I saw a fanart on when was young and I was dang😍)

But here you go love!

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SHNICHIRO SANO

- everyone and their mother knows that poor Shinichiro was rejected 20 times. But they say the one finds you when you stop looking for them, and that’s what happened to Shinichiro when he found you. He gave up at that point, firmly believing that no one would love him and he’d die single. That is until a certain, girly walked in his bike shop, asking for a decent, good bike that’s fast. His heart beat up at the sight of you, you just looked so alluring and attractive. He was in a love daze as you were talking, explaining what bike you wanted.

- I think Shinichiro needs someone who is sweet and kind, and able to understand easily. As we see in the manga, he loses his patience and can be harsh when he’s in anger. He needs someone who is compassionate and willing to take any heat from him.

- of course he will try his hardest not to lash out on you when he’s angry. He’d be so sweet to you and lash out on someone else. But even that’s no good to you, like Mikey, he needs a moral compass. Someone who will teach him right from wrong.

- it’s very hard to grow up without a father figure and having to take the lead of raising 2 kids along with another raging teen, Shinichiro is an overwhelmingly stressed and needs your tender love to soothe him, you alone soothes him. The very thought of you staying by his side is comforting him in ways you don’t even know.

- He has the big brother personality engraved in him so he’s very protective of you. Headcanons include him always having his hand on you lower back, or him holding your hand, walks behind you all the time, shielding his arm around your shoulder. When you’re sitting down on a bench, he has his arm around the bench behind you with his legs crossed talking to you so close. (When men do this I always get butterflies😛)

- As in looks, he doesn’t really care what you look like either, though I imagine him as someone who prefers a girl with long hair like Kuroo does😭 he thinks long hair girls look like princesses. If you had bangs too, he’d be all over you. Kissing you as much as you let him.

-he has been through so much, just make sure to stay by his side and you’ll be his number one. He’s planning to marry you when he has everything figured out <3

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BAJI KEISUKE

- Baji was voted number 1 in best lover of Tr♥️ you already know 😍😍

- Baji is fierce, hot headed and outspoken. He appears to have a strong, intimidating demeanor but under all of that, he’s respectful and loving. He treats you so well and so nicely it keeps you up at night smiling.

- he needs someone who’s a almost the opposite of him. He was always smitten by the nice, soft girls when he grew up so he needs someone who is loving and loyal. Who stays by his side even when you don’t understand his reasonings. Someone who would do crazy stuff with him like burn abandoned cars. Someone who isn’t a kill joy with these things.

- he’d adore you if you found simple things like going to a gas station late at night more just riding his bike together with you at night exciting. His eyes would be glued to your face the whole night. Noting what excites you and what makes you happy so he could do it more often. He loves seeing you happy and enjoying every moment.

- Shares everything with you. He might’ve been an only child, but his mom taught him good things that make him a gentleman. He would share his food, earphone, anything you ask.

- he needs someone who is selfless. Someone who puts others feeling before theirs.

- for looks, he doesn’t care, as long as you’re healthy, he’s satisfied💕

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Ty again so much for requesting <3

Please request more of these! I find them fun!

[sluttywonwoo]

hiii, congrats on 12k!!! not surprised, but very happy for you! can i request a “if you called just to get off to my voice, im hanging up” + wonwoo (who else, honestly)? i think you’d have a great concept considering your #1 whore for wonwoo

i’m honored to receive such a title <3

he answers on the fourth ring. his voice is raspy, coated with sleep and annoyance.

“what do you want?”

“i uh, i just missed you,” you say into the receiver.

it isn’t a lie. you just aren’t missing him in the way you’re implying. you’re sure wonwoo will be able to see right through that but you’re hoping he’s been just as horny as you’ve been and will go along with it.

“what?”

“i missed you.”

silence follows, making you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep before you hear him scoff.

“missed me how?”

“oh you know… like i’d miss any other friend-”

“if you called just to get off to my voice, i’m hanging up.”

“wait!” you shout, likely startling the poor man who had just been trying to sleep. “how’d you know?”

“i can hear your vibrator.”

your grip on the toy tightens and you fumble with the buttons, trying to turn it off. god damn speaker phone.

“how? it was under the covers and everything!”

“all of my other senses are pretty strong since i can’t see shit. they say that lacking in one heightens the others, you know?”

“i guess?”

“i haven’t seen you in weeks either. it wasn’t hard to guess what you’re doing or why you’re calling.”

your lips press into a pout even though he can’t see you.

“well, goodnight then,” he mumbles.

“wait, don’t!” you plead again. “please, nonu…”

he groans. the nickname always got him. always. it’s how you’d convinced him to do so many things with you over the years.

“don’t…” he grumbles.

“you’re not the tiniest bit turned on?” you ask. “you don’t like the idea of me fucking myself in my bed to the thought of you?”

“it’s not that i don’t like it, it’s that i need to sleep.”

“but please,” you groan. “i can’t cum without you anymore. i’ve been trying for days now and nothing works.”

“fuck.”

you grin. the way to his dick has always been through his ego.

“make it quick,” he sighs out.

you giggle, cheering quietly as you turn your vibrator back on.

“are you going to touch yourself too?” you ask eagerly.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

“maybe.” he sounds indifferent and you can picture him shrugging. “if you make those pretty noises i like so much, i might not be able to resist.”

“i’ll do whatever you want. just keep talking.”

“and what is it you want me to say to you, huh? you want to hear how much i miss you? how i have to fuck my hand to the thought of you every night just to get to sleep? already did it tonight that’s why i was dead asleep when you called but i might get hard again if you don’t stop moaning like that.”

“fuck, wonwoo.”

“feeling good, baby? bet you wish it was me there instead of that stupid toy right?”

“yes,” you cry. “wish it was you. miss your cock so much… i wish you’d just come home already.”

“it’s only another week,” he reasons.

“that’s too long!”

“you’ll live.”

“i won’t,” you groan.

“that’s why you had to call me?” he teases. you can hear the smile in his voice.

“uh huh.”

“needed to hear my voice so you could cum?”

“y-yes.”

“guess you just have to hope i’m feeling nice enough to let you,” he muses.

“what?”

“don’t you remember? when we’re together i decide when you cum. that includes over the phone.”

“but wonwoo-”

“you’re the one who called me,” he reminds you. “so if you really want it you’ll just have to work for it.”

12k celebration

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 8

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | You make the poor choice of teasing Dr. Crane, so obviously he has to punish you.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, kissing, hickeys, praise, edging, crying (but in a hot way), consensual sex, orgasm denial, cockwarming?, emotions? idk, neither does he tbh, bestie has no idea how to comfort you💀

Words | 3.6k

Notes | Trying really hard to keep his character accurate😓 lmk what y’all think lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 7

Neither of you mentioned his confession again. He seemed to be acting mostly normal and only a little awkward and withdrawn so you tried to remain the same to assure him that nothing changed. You were sitting on the couch, doodling with a spare piece of paper he found as well as an extra pencil, when you broke the silence. 

“Where are you planning on sleeping?” You asked, eyeing the large space that was empty save for a desk, a chair, and a couch. 

“The couch.” He said, not looking up from what he was working on. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” You asked, making him sigh and turn his gaze to you. “For now you may sleep on the couch, I doubt I’ll be sleeping much anyway.” 

“Oh. Don’t you have an apartment? A bed?” 

“The cops are going to be looking for everyone that escaped, including myself- especially myself, because I created what caused all of that.” 

“Oh… What if I go? I can bring you back some clothes so you don’t have to stay in that and anything else you need? I doubt I can lift a mattress on my own though.” 

“You want to go to my apartment in the middle of town, wearing that?” He asked, raising his brows. You looked down at your outfit and frowned, just now remembering that you’re wearing it still. 

“People are dumb enough to hang their laundry up outside. I’ll just take something before getting downtown.” You suggested, but back tracked when he was silent for a moment. “I don’t have to, it was just an idea.” 

“What will you do if the police show up?” 

“Um… I’ll tell them you’re my boyfriend and I left something there that I need.” That made him scoff. 

“They won’t believe that.” 

“Fine. Ex boyfriend. Who’s been so busy working that I had to just go there myself.” You shrugged and he narrowed his eyes at you for a moment. 

“Fine. Know that if you get caught, I have no power or leverage anymore to help you.” Honestly you didn’t expect him to agree. You figured he might want to keep you within his sight at all times but that wasn’t the case. Trying not to read into this new found trust, you were going over the plan in your head. 

“Wait, is it even within walking distance?” You realized, worried the whole plan just fell apart. 

“It’s not on this island, so no. And the train is still down because of the bat.” 

“Oh… I can probably walk, it’ll just take me longer I guess.” The sun was rising anyway, so it’ll probably be fine. “Or I’ll ask someone for a ride.” 

“Do not do that.” He said sternly, making you frown. 

“Why not?” 

“Because this is Gotham and you are a young, attractive woman. You will more than likely be kidnapped, raped, or killed.” 

“What am I supposed to do then?” He let out a heavy sigh, and got something out of his desk drawer. When he told you to come to him, you stood, leaving the pencil and paper, and walked over. 

“Give me your hand.” You held your arm out to him and he gently grabbed your hand to put on a very weird shaped bracelet on your wrist. “In case you don’t have time to put the mask on, point it away from your face and hold your breath, then push this.” He pointed to a lever near the heel of your hand and you reached for it, trying to test the motion and get used to it, but he stopped you. 

“Not- now.” He strained, uncurling your fingers. 

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. 

Then you were leaving, finding clothes that looked about the right size and changing in an alley behind a dumpster. The tricky part was the shoes but they’re subtle enough that they shouldn’t draw very much attention. You found an empty paper bag near the dumpster and put the mask in it then started looking for someone to drive you. You spotted an older woman getting into a car and immediately walked toward her. 

“Excuse me?” You said, making her pause. 

“No change, sorry.” 

“Oh no, I was actually hoping you could give me a ride. I have a job interview downtown and it probably wouldn’t make a good impression to show up all sweaty. But I understand if it’s too much trouble…” 

She only hesitated for a moment before agreeing, telling you to get in the back and asking for the address. You read it off the paper to her and ten minutes later you were pulling up in front of an apartment building. 

“You sure this is it?” 

“It’s for a small business.” You explained, quickly getting out of the car. “Thank you so much.” You dropped the smile as soon as you turned around to walk into the building. “Fuck,” You groaned, “I don’t have a fucking key.” How could you have forgotten that part? You decided to just walk inside, breathing a sigh of relief when you spotted a front desk. 

“Hi, I lost my key and my boyfriend’s out of town and I’m supposed to feed his cat,” 

“What number?” The man asked, bored. 

“178.” He reached back and grabbed a key, handing it to you impatiently. “Thanks...” He wasn’t lying when he said everyone and everything is corrupt or just doesn’t care. 

You made your way to the elevator and pushed 17. As you waited, you went over the list he gave you. Most of the stuff was easy, an extra pair of glasses in his desk drawer, a few pairs of clothes, shoes, a toothbrush as well as the extra one under the sink for yourself, etc. But you were mostly worried about the safe and the papers he wanted. What if you can’t open it? What if you grab the wrong ones?

The elevator opening with a ding removed you from your thoughts and you made your way to his door. You worked quickly, not wanting to increase your chances of getting caught, but you took the time to fold his suits, worried he’d be upset if you just threw them in his duffel bag. You opened the safe on the second try, putting the money that was in there in the duffel bag. 

Then you made your way to the desk. Even though the rest of the place was completely tidy, the desk was covered in different papers. He said they would be on top, not in a drawer, so you grabbed everything just to be safe. 

Before leaving, you went through his dresser, praying he wouldn’t be pissed, and got some shirts and sweatpants for yourself, as well as a hoodie and socks. 

The ride back was much easier since you had money to take a cab, but you still had to walk a few minutes, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of his “hideout” just in case. 

“No trouble?” He asked, barely glancing up from what he was writing. 

“Well I realized I forgot to ask about a key- speaking of which, you should probably move because the guy at the front desk just gave it to me.” The corners of his lips turned up and your cheeks went red, still not used to it. 

“Good job.” You stared at him in shock, feeling your cheeks heat up even more, but you tried to play it off. 

“Did you just compliment me?” You scoffed teasingly. 

“Don’t get used to it. Did you bring the papers I asked for?” 

“Oh- yeah.” You set the duffel bag on the desk and he opened it to inspect the contents. “I- I hope it’s okay, I brought just a few shirts and pants for myself too.” You said nervously. When he didn’t respond, you figured that meant it was okay. He started looking through the papers, then turned to you with raised brows. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring the wrong thing so I just took all of it.”

“Thank you.” He said, making your eyes widen. 

“Mhm.” Was all you could say in response. “Oh- here.” You said, suddenly remembering the wristband and taking it off to give it back. 

“Keep it.”

“What?” You choked out. “You- you’re not worried I’ll use it on you or something?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows. 

“Of course not.” He scoffed, then set the papers down and took out a suit and the shoes as you just waited awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Are you just going to watch?” He was teasing you, but there was still an edge to his voice. 

“N- no, sorry.” You blushed, turning around and staring at the ground, listening to the sound of clothes rustling behind you and thinking about how you’ve only ever seen his face, neck, hands, and cock- nothing else. The thought made you frown. “Unless it’s okay… then I’d like to watch.” You said quietly and the rustling stopped. 

“Why?” His tone was guarded. 

“I just- I haven’t seen you yet and you’ve seen all of me.” You explained meekly. “Nevermind, sorry.” You waited anxiously as you heard no movement from the man behind you. 

“Go ahead.” He said in a measured tone. You tentatively turned around, finding him in just a pair of dress pants, straight jacket on the floor and shirt in hand. The first thing you noticed was how lean he looks without his suit. The second were the small scars littering his torso. The third was his happy trail, leading down into his pants, teasing you. 

“Satisfied?” You looked up at him when you heard his voice, not able to read his expression. When all you could do was nod, his lips curled up into a small smirk. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you stupid over the desk.” He warned, voice laced with arousal. 

“Is that a promise, doctor?” You purred, stepping closer to him, setting the wristband on the desk to have both hands free. He stiffened, but allowed you to move until you were right in front of him. Staring deep into icy blue eyes, you slowly raised your hands, as if you were approaching a wild animal who could attack at any second. His eyes moved to your hands, watching, but he didn’t say anything. So you slowly moved them closer until you could almost feel the heat from his body against your palms. His eyes moved back to yours and you searched them for a deterrent. When you found nothing, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down his stomach, making sure not to linger on any scars. You reached his pants and brushed over the button teasingly before snaking them back up his body. 

“You’re playing with fire.” He said lowly. Your hands reached his shoulders and you trailed them down his arms. Once you reached his hands, you grabbed the shirt and set it on the desk, then took both of his hands in yours, moving them around your waist. 

“On the contrary, Dr. Crane. I’m getting exactly what I want.” You placed your hands on his stomach again to snake around to his back. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” He said coyly, playing along. 

“You can let me keep teasing you to my heart's content or you can punish me. Either way I win.” You smirked, moving your hands down his back to his pants and following the waist line around his body until they met at the button. 

“You think you’ll enjoy however I choose to punish you?” He scoffed. 

“You said it yourself, doctor. You don’t want to hurt me. So I’m sure I can take it.” His hands moved to your hips, gripping tight enough to make you wince as he pushed you against the desk. 

“Foolish girl. You underestimate my desire to watch you crying and begging for my forgiveness. I have no problem torturing you, in fact, I’ll enjoy it.” You faltered at that. “Does that frighten you?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You don’t scare me anymore.” You said quietly, feeling the arousal in your stomach quickly make its way between your legs. 

“That’s not what I asked.” He teased and you swallowed thickly, squirming under his gaze. 

“No.” You tried to keep your voice steady. 

“Maybe not yet. But I’m sure it will soon.” He reached a hand up to wrap around your neck, squeezing and pulling you forward as your breath hitched. “I don’t have to hurt you to torture you. You should know that by now.” He said quietly, gaze straying to your lips. 

“I can take it.” You said, equally as quiet, not even believing the words as they left your mouth. 

“You think so?” He cooed and you nodded in response. “I guess we’ll find out then.” He took a step back and you whined at the loss of his touch, reaching out for him. “Pick it up.” He said, gesturing to the straight jacket. Your eyes moved anxiously between him and the garment, hesitating. “This is the only warning I’m giving you— You don’t want me to tell you again.” You leaned down and picked up the straight jacket, then waited for his next command. 

“Put it on.” 

“Dr. Crane,” You whined, but he raised his brows, making you close your mouth and reluctantly slide it on. He stepped closer again then started buckling the restraints. 

“You seem to think that pain is the only form of punishment I’ll inflict. I guess given my history I shouldn’t be surprised but you need to get that idea out of your head right now or things will only get worse for you.” You stared at him with wide eyes but his gaze remained on the task of restraining you. “There are plenty of ways I can punish you.” He said clinically, like a doctor explaining something to a patient. “Like denial, for example. Not just orgasm denial… You can’t touch me either.”  

“Please- I’m sorry.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes that did not work at all. 

“I bet you are. I bet you’ll say whatever it is you think I want to hear right now. Unfortunately, the only sounds I want from you are moans and cries.” He led you over to the couch and kneeled in front of you to pull down your pants and underwear before having you sit. He discarded your shoes so he could fully remove your clothes, then pulled you forward to the edge of the couch and spread your legs embarrassingly wide. 

“I think you also underestimate my patience. I am more than willing to do this as long as it takes.” He started dragging his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you, never getting close to where you wanted him.   

“Please.” You whined as your hips started squirming. 

“Come now… We haven’t even started and you’re already begging? At least save that until the actual torture begins.” 

“Don’t want torture.” You muttered. 

“No? I thought you said this would be a win for you? That you can take it.”

“Please.” You whined, much brattier this time— all but throwing a fit.  

“There’s that attitude.” He chuckled. “Keep that up. It makes it more fun for me when you break.” His hands snaked up your thighs, then back down, teasing you. You whined and squirmed, but surprisingly, it worked. He moved a hand between your legs, swiftly pushing in two fingers and rapidly curling them against your walls. You let out a choked moan from the sudden pleasure as your head rolled back onto the couch and your hips bucked. He pulled you even farther down the couch, then leaned down and took your clit in his mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” You said through a moan, hips flinching as he groaned against you in response. Lifting your head to look down at him, you found his eyes already on you, making you blush and squirm under his gaze. After getting so turned on and not coming when you sucked him off before, your orgasm approached quickly. The volume of your moans increased as you started trying to rut against his face. He suddenly pulled back, his fingers halting, making you whine. 

“Please, I was so close.” You pouted. 

“I know.” He leaned back down, resuming the motions of his fingers as he started working your clit over in his mouth again. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself nearing the edge again, but you let out a choked sob when he stopped. 

“Please!” You cried. 

“Shh. Be a good girl and take your punishment.” He muttered before leaning back down and continuing. You weren’t sure how many times you were on the cusp of pleasure before it was ripped away from you, but you knew it was at least five— after that you weren’t able to concentrate on counting through your crying and desperation. He pulled back but continued moving his fingers as you babbled out incoherent pleas. 

“I have to admit, my patience is wearing thin so I’ll only keep this up for a little longer.” You sobbed in relief at his words. “Once I’m ready to come, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Remember how much you liked it before? It won’t be nearly as pleasurable this time and you certainly won’t be able to come from it.” 

“No- no, please.” You said, panicked. The thought of being empty was enough to intensify your crying. “Please- I don’t care if I don’t come, just please fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He said softly, but you just shook your head. 

“No, I- I need your cock- please!” 

“How do I know you won’t come?” He asked, slowing his fingers to a stop before removing them, making you whimper at the emptiness. 

“I won’t! Please- I promise I won’t!” He watched you cry for a moment before cursing under his breath and working on taking his cock out of his pants. 

“Can’t fucking say no to you.” He muttered, helping you to lay down on the couch as he crawled over you. The second he pushed in, you let out a relieved sob that turned into a whine when you tried to move your arms. 

“Please- I want to touch you. Please let me touch you.” You whimpered, watching the way his brows furrowed as his mouth opened in a silent moan when he was all the way in. 

“I can’t, you still need to be punished.” He said breathlessly and you sobbed the hardest you have all night so far.  

“Please! Please- I’m sorry!” You cried and he shushed you as he brought a hand up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“I know, it’s okay.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss you as he slowly started moving. Trailing kisses up your jaw to your ear, he whispered, “You’re doing so well, little one. Making me feel so good.” You sobbed harder at the pet name— not used to such affection from him. 

“Oh god,” You moaned, already feeling close again. When he picked up the pace and began kissing and marking your neck, you started panting again. You tried to at least tone down your sobbing a little bit, but after you started, it was really hard to stop. 

“Fuck- I’m already close.” He whined, rutting into you desperately now. His hands never left your body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet moans and shaky breaths. When he stilled with a low groan, your cunt ached at the way his cock was twitching inside you, painting your walls with his come. After a moment, his moans stopped and he was panting heavily into your shoulder. When he started pulling out, you sobbing intensified. 

“No! Please- please don’t- not yet.” You whimpered. 

“I need to get this off of you.” He said, lifting his head from your neck to look at the straight jacket. 

“I don’t care- just please don’t leave yet.” You cried. 

“Okay- It’s okay. Sit up like this.” He maneuvered you so that he was sitting on the couch and you were straddling his hips, his cock never leaving you. He started working on the straight jacket, unbuckling all of it until he could slip it off if you and toss it on the floor. Now that your hands were free, you realized that you couldn’t even do anything with them, not without making him uncomfortable. So you continued crying. 

“Okay, just- come here.” He muttered, pulling you down to lay on his chest. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight as you turned your cheek, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin. His hands fumbled around for a moment before eventually settling on your hips and you knew that he was probably miserable right now. Honestly you’re surprised he didn’t just throw you off of him instead. 

“I’m sorry- I…” He shushed you, not letting you continue babbling out apologies. 

“Just breathe.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but obey. You let out a slow shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. “That’s it. Just focus on breathing. You did so well for me, I’m very proud.” You let out another quiet sob at the praise and shushed you again as he moved a hand up to your hair, lightly stroking it to soothe you. 

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “Just breathe— you’re okay.”

Part 9

(For the sake of the plot, bestie is no longer taking oral contraceptives because he had her get an iud or something back in Arkham lol)

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Broken - final part

Summary: The wait for Bucky's trial is finally over.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Mentions of Bucky's past and nightmares. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: this is the last part of this story! I had originally planned on making it much longer but I honestly didn't have many ideas to go on, so I decided to use the ideas I did have and end it there. So here it is, hope you like it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Masterlist

Slowly you start to forgive the team, starting with Peter that came to you one afternoon handing you some flowers and a teddy bear as an apology and making your heart melt. How can you stay mad at such a sweet boy? 

After about a month you're back on speaking terms with everyone, except Steve and Tony.

For some reason you can't get over the fact that they started the whole civil war and were the ones to decide to cut you out of it.

Everyone tried to make you see things from their side, even Thor and Bruce that were back from New Asgard along with Loki, who couldn’t care less about the whole situation but kind of enjoyed the chaos. 

After that night with Bucky’s nightmare you talked more about pretty much any subject, and he came to you everytime he needed comfort.

Bucky also isn't able to keep his hands to himself anymore, not that you mind, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the team.

You never miss the knowing looks they give each other every time Bucky hugs you or randomly grabs your hand.

Even though you couldn't bring yourself to forgive Steve yet, you start being around him more and more especially after Bucky asked you to start coming with him to his meetings with Fury.

The closer it gets to his hearing, the more touchy Bucky seems to be with you, as if his hands on you is the only thing that keeps him grounded to reality. 

The day before his hearing Bucky can't get himself away from you, following you everywhere since you woke up in the same bed, a thing that started to happen more and more every time he had a nightmare.

Some nights going as far as going to sleep directly in your room without even stepping foot in his.

Steve bides his time the whole day, trying to choose his moment, which came in the early afternoon when you left Bucky on Scott's floor with Cassie while you went to yours to get some Pop Tarts for Cassie since, not surprisingly, Thor finished the ones in their kitchen.

Scott thought that spending time with Cassie, which Bucky has come to be very fond of, would help the super soldier take his mind off the trial, and he was right.

When you get to your floor, and Steve sees you're alone, he doesn't think twice about approaching you.

He's speaking before you even have a chance to realize what's happening. "Listen, I know we’re not in the best terms right now, but I want to talk to you about Bucky."

As much as you want to ignore him you know he really cares about his best friend. And since he’s been nothing but respectful of your decision to avoid him, you think that him actively seeking you out means this is important.

So you nod at him to go on and, with a relief sigh that you're actually gonna listen to him, he does. "Here’s the thing, we both know Bucky’s been through a lot…" he starts, choosing his words carefully as to not give his best friend away completely.

"He’s been doing so much better, and even I realize that’s largely thanks to you." you’re about to protest, but he raises his hand to stop you. "It is. We all see how he is when you’re around, but you don’t see how he is while you’re away on missions. He’s like a puppy just waiting for you to come back, brooding away everytime someone that isn’t you walks through the door."

You can tell he’s trying very hard not to smile as he thinks about it, but fails miserably, before shaking his head a little and getting back on track.

"Anyway, my point is you’re important to him. Tomorrow is gonna be a really hard day for Bucky and I want to thank you for being there for him. Not just for the trial, but for everything I know you do for him. And, I realize it might not be my place to say but, as the only family Buck has left, I feel like I have to tell you: please be careful with him. After everything he’s been through the last thing he needs is to get his heart broken."

Steve knows maybe he said a little too much, but he needs to know Bucky's in good hands. Even if he does trust you with his life, he also wants to know he can trust you with his best friend’s heart.

He doesn't expect you to answer, your face staying neutral the whole time he spoke, and he's about to turn away when you basically throw yourself at him, giving him the tightest hug he’s had since you started avoiding him.

All you can think about was how glad you are that Bucky has someone who cares about him as much as Steve does.

Now more than ever you can see Steve’s reasons behind his choices, how he was motivated by his love for a guy he sees as a brother, the only family he has left.

You get it, you truly do, but seeing it makes you almost cry on Bucky’s behalf.

"I promise you the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt him." is all you say as you let go, a wordless understanding between you both that you forgive him.

You grab the pop tarts you came here for and go back to an awaiting Bucky and Cassie, who are wearing tiaras and giggling making your heart melt.

The rest of the day goes fast and soon you’re getting into bed with Bucky, not wanting to sleep by himself tonight.

"Hey," he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I just want to say, in case things go wrong tomorrow-"

"Don’t say that, Buck." you interrupt him. "Everything’s gonna be okay, and you’ll come home a free man." you say firmly.

"Doll, we both know there’s a very real chance that I’ll be found guilty and sent back to the Raft. If that happens, I don’t think I’d be able to live without you knowing this…"

Before he can say anything else, you put your hand on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. "Don’t say anything, please. You can tell me tomorrow, after we come back home together."

You can tell he’s trying really hard to hold himself back, but eventually he agrees and you take your hand away, getting more comfortable in his arms and falling asleep in each other’s embrace for what Bucky prays won’t be the last time.

The next morning comes and Bucky’s a bundle of nerves, so worried that time seems to go by in a flash.

Suddenly he’s in a courtroom, asking the judge to please repeat his rouling one more time.

A full pardon.

He can’t believe it. Yes, he has to go to court mandated therapy and has a probation period to go through with the team, but still.

Now he feels like time’s going in slow motion, all he can see it’s you as he turns to your seat next to him. You hug him with tears in your eyes as you tell him how proud you are of him and that you knew he was gonna be okay.

Somehow, you made it real for him. Hearing you acknowledge it makes him believe it and then he’s crying too, not able to hold back.

Steve puts a hand on his shoulder, making you let go of each other and turn to him, a smile so big on his face that you can see all his stupidly perfect teeth.

You all finally get home and, as soon as you enter the living room on your shared floor, you hear a chorus of “congratulations!” followed by loud noises and confetti falling everywhere.

You’re as shocked as Bucky and, as you turn to Steve you see a surprised look on his face too, which turns confused when he looks at you mirroring his own reaction, the same question in the tip of both of your tongues.

But before you can ask each other, Bucky beats you both to it.

"Did you do this for me?" he's amazed, overjoyed and then as confused as you when you both shake your heads no.

Then the mystery is revealed.

"I did it." All three of you are shocked when you turn around to the voice, thinking you were imagining it, to find a very real Tony Stark standing in front of you, the rest of the team behind him.

"You did this?" you have to make sure you heard him correctly.

"Yeah, I did. I’m amazing, get over it." And with that Tony walks away towards the bar. There he is.

You turn to Bucky and Steve and since all they do is stare at you, you just shrug and go to join the rest of the team in celebration, the super soldiers right behind you.

You joke and laugh and dance all together for hours, until eventually you find yourselves sitting scattered around the living room, various conversations going at the same time.

You're sitting on Bucky’s lap, his arms around you and your head on his chest as he jokes with Steve and Sam when you notice Tony going behind the bar, where nobody else is.

You feel the need to follow him so you kiss Bucky in the cheek and tap his arms twice signaling him to let go of you. When he does, somewhat reluctantly, you get up and walk after Tony.

You lean on the bar, crossing your arms in front of your chest. But before you can say anything he speaks, not even bothering to turn around.

"Don’t need to thank me, Cyborg deserves it.- You roll your eyes at the nickname, but decide to let it go for the time being.

"So what, you’re his biggest fan now?" You know you were kind of pushing it, but you just need to know what changed.

He turns around and you get ready for him to yell at you again, but instead he smiles in a way that was too sweet not to be genuine. Yep, Tony Stark is full of surprises.

"I’m not. But I see the way he looks at you." you raise your eyebrow at him.

"How does he look at me?"

"It's the same way I look at Pepper." He answers without skipping a beat. "I know he knows he's not good enough for you, but I can see he's trying to be. That's all I could ask for." he shrugs and turns back around.

You know he means it, as much of a genius as he is, even he couldn’t come up with a lie like that, that fast.

You stare at the back of his head while he works on his drink, both of you thinking of a way to approach the next subject the right way.

When he turns back to you he puts a glass in front of you, your favorite drink in it, and takes a sip of his own drink. After a few more moments of silence, he decides to speak first.

"I’m sorry. For keeping the whole war thing from you and for how I treated Barnes. I had a lot of time to think about it, I read all the Hydra reports we found on him, I rewatched the footage… I can see now it really was out of his control. I shouldn’t have blamed him for something he had no way of stopping. And I shouldn’t have kept something so big from you. I really am sorry."

You’re glad he finally sees things the way you do, but you can’t help yourself as you say "I appreciate it, and I forgive you, but I’m not the one you have to apologize to."

"Trust me, I know." he sighs. "Pepper already gave me the speech…" he says sheepishly.

God, you love that woman.

He makes his way around the bar and stops in front of you.

He gives you a hug and whispers in your ear. "I’m doing this for you, too. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me and I need you to know I meant everything I just said.-"

You’re a little confused at what he’s talking about until he lets go of you and walks towards the couch where Buck’s still talking to Sam and Steve.

"Bucky," he starts, and the room goes silent "I just want you to know that I’m sorry for blaming you for my parents’ death. And it’s not just because the government believes you’re innocent, after everything I’ve learned about your situation the past month I can’t not believe you were a victim and still call myself a genius. I also read some of dad’s old journals from when he worked with the Howling Commandos... You guys were friends. I realize you wouldn’t have hurt him if you had a choice. And I’m also sorry for the name calling, Terminator."

You roll your eyes with a smile at his last sentence while the others snickered at the nickname.

You go to stand next to Tony and wrap your arm around his waist and, when he wraps his around your shoulders and looks down at you, you gave him a squeeze, letting him know you're grateful to him for doing this.

You look at Bucky who doesn’t quite know what to say so you let go of Tony and make your way to sit back down on his lap, his arms going around your waist automatically. That seems to snap him out of it.

"Thank you, Tony. You don’t have to apologize, I understand why you were angry, but I appreciate it. Howard was a good man, he didn’t deserve an end like that." Tony doesn't say anything back, merely nodding and going to sit next to Pepper.

Well, that’s a start.

Everyone goes back to their own conversations and you turn back to Bucky, who's already looking up at you.

"Thank you." he says low enough so only you can hear.

"I didn’t do anything, it was all him. I told you, anyone with a functioning brain can see that you’re a good person." you tell him with a smile.

He smiles back at you, holding you tighter as you lay your head back on his shoulder while looking at your friends talking and laughing amongst each other. You're happy that things are back to normal, with the added bonus of Bucky finally being completely free.

The party eventually ends and the living room slowly empties out, the last people remaining being you, Bucky and Steve.

"Well, I’m going to sleep. You guys should too, today’s been a long day." Steve says, giving Bucky one last pat on the shoulder and, with a smile to the both of you, he gets up and leaves.

You’re sitting in a comfortable silence, not really feeling the need to get up just yet, when you feel Bucky leave a soft kiss against your shoulder, which makes you sit up a little straighter and turn to look at him, your arms going around his neck.

"We still have a conversation to finish… Are you gonna let me talk now?" He's much more confident than he was last night and you nod, curiosity now taking over you.

"Great… I’m just gonna get to the point. I like you, doll. The longer I spend time with you, the more I feel like myself. I feel at peace, like the last 70 years never happened because I know that’s not what you see when you look at me. You’ve never been scared of me, never looked at me like I was a monster. You spend  time with me because you want to, not because you have to. You don’t mind having me around even when we don’t talk and all I do is look at you. You comfort me when I’m sad, calm me down when I have a panic attack and hold me until I fall asleep after I have a nightmare. You never judge me or make me feel guilty or like I’m too much, and you never push me to talk about anything, you’re always patient and let me take my time. I truly appreciate everything you do for me and I need you to know that. And to be clear, when I say I like you I mean it in the ‘I’d like to take you out on a date’ way."

You’re almost crying now, your heart melting as you look at an expectant Bucky. You honestly have no words to reply, so you do the only thing you can think of.

You lean down and kiss him softly, feeling him kiss you back almost right away, his lips are so soft you almost moan into the kiss. After a few moments you pull away, forehead resting against his.

"I really hope that means you like me back." he says with a goofy smile, making you giggle.

"Yes, I like you too." you gave him another kiss. "You make me feel seen. You make me feel important. You make me feel safe. I love spending time with you and having you close. And I’d love to go on a date with you."

This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss and you can’t help but smile into it. Suddenly he gets up, picking you up bridal style and making you squeal in surprise.

He laughs at your face while he takes you both to your room, where he lays you gently on the bed.

"I could’ve walked, you know." You tell him while chuckling.

"I know." he answers before basically lying on top of you while you laugh, smile seared onto his face.

You hang onto each other as you fall asleep, more than glad to have found the other and both silently planning your future together.

Bonus part

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[theboy-withthetigertattoo]

Cw: fem reader, sex worker!Jisung, sub jisung, mommy k!nk, squirting

Jisung is one of the most popular workers in your home town broth3l. Recently, when you try and go see him he’s all booked up for the night. But at the early hours of the morning you’ll get a text saying

“Sorry I missed ya tonight, doll. Until next time❤️”

Whenever you went to see him you never made an appointment. You always just walked in and hoped he had some time available. You’ve tried hooking up with the other workers when he’s busy, but no one could satisfy you like him.

It was your birthday in a couple of days and you definitely wanted a sweet ending to your day. This would be the perfect time to make an appointment with your favorite boy. So you called the brothel and set up your time slot. Finally you’ll get to have some fun.

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You walk into his place of work a little more nervous than usual. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him and you’re worried he’s already replaced you as his “favorite customer”. You figured he only says that because you’re paying him, but another part of you feels that he truly means it.

“Hi sweety!” Jisung squeals as he sees you enter the room. He runs up to you and pulls you close to give you a kiss.

“It’s been so long baby~” he whines “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy… if you want me so bad you gotta make those appointments early!”

“Well mr. Popular… I’ve been lucky with just being able to walk in and get you, so I never thought about it”

“Fair enough” he says as he struts away from you. He looks so sexy in that silk robe you can’t wait to take it off of him.

He stops in front of the bed and turns to face you again. He motions for you to come over to him and you can’t seem to get yourself to move. Why are you so nervous? You usually are so confident with him.

“Don’t get shy on me now~ usually you’re tearing me up as soon as I shut the door”

He walks up to you and cups your face to kiss you. Running his hands down your neck all the way down to your hips. He pulls away and grabs your hand and has you lay down on the bed. He straddles your hips and his lips are back on yours as soon as you’re head hits the pillow. The make out session is getting hot and heavy very fast.

He sits up and starts to untie his robe. The lingerie set he has on is in your favorite color. Your pussy throbs at the sight of him.

“Happy birthday, baby. I got this set just for you” he purrs as he grabs your hands and guides them to feel up his chest. You love how his pecs feel under the meshy fabric

“Wow sungie, I’m surprised you remembered my birthday! You must really like me” you joke

“I do, mommy” he leans down to peck you on the lips “I really, really like you”

You can’t hold yourself back anymore. You switch positions faster than he can even think. He’s under you now and he feels your mouth on his neck and your hands all over his body. Stripping him completely naked in the process.

“God I missed this so much… can’t wait to feel your pussy” he moans

You rip off the dress you have on and he’s literally drooling at the sight of your tits and visibly wet panties. You start rubbing your clothed pussy over his dick and he gasps. You do this a little longer just to tease him then you move your panties to the side and start sinking down on his dick.

“Oh fuck!” You both say at the same time. It really has been too long.

“Wow mommy… you’re so tight…. No one has fucked you since you’ve last seen me, huh?”

You shake your head no

“poor neglected pussy… I’ll make it feel better”

Now he’s the one turning you around. He asks you to get on all fours and you oblige. He sinks back into you and you get into his favorite position- face down, ass up. He starts off hard and fast and you’re already a moaning mess. He’s eating it up, though.

“This is what your poor pussy needed isn’t it? You just needed some good dick to make it all better”

“Mmm yes,…. Make your mommy’s pussy cum baby please…”

“Fuck yes mommy, I’m gonna make you fuckin squirt all over me”

He changes the angle of his hips and hits that perfect spot while rubbing your clit. Making you squirt just like he said he would. One thing about Jisung is that when he says he’ll do something, he’ll deliver.

He pulls out and rubs your back as you calm down. You roll over and pull him in for a kiss.

“How much time do we have left for our time slot?”

“Don’t you worry about that baby, I had my whole schedule cleared for tonight. I’m going to make your birthday so special”

“Oh- are you sure? I don’t mind spending the money baby but-“

“Who said you’re paying for any of this?? This is all my treat, because like I said, I really really like you”

You’re amazed. He doesn’t give you time to question him as he starts getting some toys from the beside drawer. What a way to spend a birthday.

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Hope you enjoyed ❤️

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Twenty — Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Pairing -> sub!pig x dom!reader

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Warnings: mild degradation, mention of masturbation, pig's sorta innocent, reader takes runt's place, reader's lowkey a little mean, very very mild dub-con (just in case 'cause they're bold with touching and not asking, but they both are into it), sorry for the shitty accent I tried, if it was really bad let me know and I'll try to make it better

Disclaimer: Disco Pigs characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Pig looked at you miserably, feeling a sense of shame wash over him like a cold bucket of water. He hadn’t expected you to hear him, hear his monologue of how he wanted to have sex with you. He should have kept it all in his head, or made sure you weren’t in your room. How was he supposed to know you were on your bed, listening through the hole in the wall?

“Well?” you snapped. “Whaddya have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry!” Pig cried, lower lip wobbling. “M’sorry, Runt! Jus’ wanna express myself.”

What if you decided you didn’t want to be friends anymore? What if you left him? Found him disgusting and dirty? What would he do if you were gone? You were his everything. He would do anything for you. How was he supposed to convince you to stay?

“You couldn’t jus’ tell me?” you said, sitting down on the bed beside him. When he looked away you grabbed his hair and forced him to face you. “You had to be all secret-like. How many times you’ve done this before? Tell me.”

“Few times,” he admitted, trying not to stare at your lips. “Can’t stop thinking about it—me and you, Pig an’ Runt, moaning an’ touch, with my hand ‘round my cock—”

“Touching yourself, Pig?” you asked, a little surprised, but delighted nonetheless. 

If possible, Pig looked even more miserable. “Yes, ma’am.”

You almost wanted to laugh. Pig only called you “ma’am” when he thought you were mad at him, which, to be fair, you were making it seem like you were. It was just so fun teasing him, the poor little thing. You couldn’t resist. 

“Show me,” you demanded, looking down at the area between his legs. “I wanna see your cock.”

With no questions, he immediately unzipped his pants and pulled it out. It was thick and white, soft at the moment, but you could see it growing hard in his hands. You touched it, without asking for permission—he would’ve let you, anyways—and tugged on it, making him whimper.

“Ah, be nice, won’t ya’? Please, Runt.”

“Am being nice. Wanna see me, too?”

Pig’s eyes widened with excitement. “Yes, yes.” His hands went to your skirt and he pulled it up, shoving your panties down so quickly and smoothly you were sure he’d thought about doing this before. 

He bent over and took a whiff, then pressed his finger through your folds. “Smell good,” he commented. “Feel good, too. Little hole.” He wiggled his finger right above your entrance, but you pushed him away, making him frown. “Still mad? No, don’t be mad. Said sorry, yeah? Said sorry and you feel okay now. Right?”

He tried to push back inside but you pushed him away again, and this time, to make clear he got the message, tugged on his cock again. “Just wanna put my finger inside Runt’s hole! You up an’ teasin’ me . . .”

He pulled away completely, accepting your decision. He didn’t dare go against you a third time, not when he was so vulnerable in front of you, so embarrassed, with tears wetting his eyes. 

“Crying now?” you laughed, not bothering to keep it in this time. 

“Too much,” he whined. His cock was now fully hard, with some liquid leaking out the top. 

You shoved him down on the bed, making it slap against his stomach. He waited to see what you were going to do, almost worried, but then you sank his tip into your pussy, and he moaned, lips spread wide in happiness.

“Yes! S’nice. Warm,” he choked. “Need’a see Runt’s tits.”

He groped your chest, feeling for your tits. You didn’t stop him. You were enjoying his touch, and was far too focused on easing the pain you felt as you sunk yourself deeper onto his cock.

Eventually, the stinging feeling subsided, and you started moving, slowly and sensually, with your hands on his body, eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Should’a done this sooner, Pig,” you said. “Could’a felt ya’ inside me, all big an’ hard.”

He nodded, dazed.

You rode him, without a care in the world that his mom could walk into his room at any moment, without caring that the bedroom window was cracked open with the lamp inside turned on. All there was was him and you—Pig an’ Runt, the way it was meant to be.

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[muffinsin]

Pretty praises

Bottom Bela Dimitrescu x reader

Prompt: After finding out your girlfriend, Bela, has a praise kink you can’t help but tease her a little

-Because I’ve decided I need some more Bela here-

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Bela’s had a rough, long week and needs to relax properly. And the good partner you are, you of course make it your task to help her with that.

So you do everything you can do, make sure she eats enough that she does not suffer from pains, drinks some of her favorite wine, sweet and partly made of blood, clean her chambers for her when she does not find the time to do so anymore and prepare a nearly boiling hot bath for her, just how she prefers it.

You set candles up around the bath chamber and a stool next to the tub so you can join her, even put a bottle of wine, normal one, so you can drink it as well, next to the bathtub.

You smile at her soft sigh when she slides in the large, luxurious bathtub and help her put up her hair so it won’t get wet.

She hums at the feeling of your hands on her scalp, collecting all her hair before putting it up and pressing a kiss to her head. You smile at her scent.

“I should be working…”, She hums, but doesn’t protest at all when you bring the soapy sponge down against her shoulder and merely busies herself with the bubbles you’ve added for her.

“You’ve been working so hard recently, you deserve a small break”

Bela only hums and closes her eyes when you clean her body, always careful, especially when you brush the sponge over sensitive parts like her neck, nipples or stomach, because you know she feels a little uncomfortable when she is wet and unable to swarm, and you don’t want to trigger any primal instincts.

Still, a bath is a must and a good way to comfort her, if only she is inside the warm water long enough.

”You’ve been so good lately, working so much, you’re so talented”, You praise, hoping she will see that a break is not only a good idea, but necessary. You notice her muscles tense and let go of the sponge to massage her shoulders instead.

“Poor baby, you’re to tense!”, You gasp, feeling the hard muscles underneath your hands. Bela only nods and bites her lip to stifle her moans, hands pressed between her legs and the sides of the tub and position tense and straight.

”See, you’ve been overworking lately, love. You’re so talented and motivated, I know, but-“, you stop when you hear a small whimper below you. “Everything okay?”. Does the massage hurt? Bela usually likes that, it means her muscles loosen up again. Is the water too cold? No, that can’t be, you reached in just a few minutes ago and made sure it was still very warm for your girlfriend.

She only hums and nods her head. “Alright, pretty girl, tell-“. This time you definitely hear a breathless moan. You smirk and move your hand to her jaw, taking it and turning her head back to you. “Something you’d like to say, sweet girl?”.

“Please”

You can’t stop thinking about it; your girlfriend has a praise kink. And a massive one at that. You can work with that…

Bela smiles when you wrap your arms around her and press a small kiss to her cheek- not bloodied, thankfully, because she knows you don’t necessarily like to kiss her like that. It is remarkable that you didn’t mind it when cuddling, though she assumes kissing her with blood on and around her lips is a little too much for her beloved human.

You aren’t at all a fan of the dungeons, but are willing to go down there to see your girlfriend once in a while, like you do today. “How’s my talented girl doing?”, You ask, well aware and noticing her position tense.

“Good”, you smile at her slightly breathless voice. Maybe it is a little cruel, using her kinks against her when you know she is needy already.

Maybe it is unfair that you made out with her in the morning, massaged her breasts and squeezed her ass and simply let go after that with nothing more than a smirk and a kiss to her pretty, soft lips.

You smirk when she shakes her head and goes on telling you about her work. It’s a cute attempt, but you aren’t about to let her shake you off that easily.

“So I did about twenty experiments today, that’ll hopefully save me some time tomorrow, though none of them showed a unique result…”, She explains, then trails off and lastly falls silent when your hand tails up her hips.

“Good girl, you’re working so hard”, You coo. You chuckle at her quiet, needy whine and press another kiss to her cheek.

“Is my beautiful girl wet?”, You whisper, your hand trailing back down just before it can brush over her breast. “Y-Yes”. This is by far too much fun to give in to her just yet. “That’s perfect, what a good girl you are”, You coo with another kiss to her cheek. You smile when she moans your name already, but are not about to rush this.

You press your face against her neck, inhaling her perfume and her scent underneath- sweet and almost oaky, and comfortable. Bela smells…safe, at least to you- others that are close enough to smell her probably interpret the scent as not so safe.

”Please…”. You smile again and press your fingertips into her hips. You truly love it when she begs and hearing her do it outside of your bedroom turns you on even more.

Seeing her willing to let go of that role as the superior eldest sister to find herself being entirely yours…it is nothing you’d get tired of easily. “Look at you, pretty girl, begging so beautifully for me. You’re such a good girl, Bela”, You coo. You tighten your hold on her hips when you feel her try to turn around. “Ah-Ah, keep working, darling. We wouldn’t want you to have too much to work later on”, You remind her with a small push of your hands. She moans and pants lowly when you press her against the desk, singing sweet praises for her whenever she finishes a report and kissing her every time she gets distracted by your hands traveling up and down her front.

Bela looks up at you immediately after you enter the tasting room, wide eyes finding yours easily. “How’s work going?”, You ask innocently, but both of you know your true intentions.

So Bela doesn’t bother picking up her next wine glass and simply swarms over to you, grabbing your hands and pressing them against her stomach.

“Good, good, so good”, She answers, breathless already, and kisses your neck. “Does my good girl think she deserves a reward?”, You ask lowly and chuckle when she nods against your neck quickly.

Her hands squeeze yours and twitch a little, as if resisting the urge to pull your hands down to her -without a doubt wet- pussy.

“Words, Bela”, You remind her. You want her to say it, because you know how much it turns her on.

”I want a reward, please. I’ve been good…”, she begs. You smirk at how hard her thighs are pressed together when she says it.

”That’s it, Bela. That’s right, you’ve been so good”, You coo and kiss her again. She moans into your mouth and tugs lightly on your hands.

You pull her away from the door and close it behind you, then sit down on one of the chairs and pat your lap. Immediately the blonde swarms on top of you, thighs on either side of your legs, hands holding onto your shoulders, hips dragging against yours desperately. Black God, you love seeing her this needy.

She moans when you kiss her again, then gasp when you first loosen the strings on her corset, then pull them. She automatically touches the corset, now much tighter around her, then moans when you move forwards and kiss her again.

Not sweet and careful like most of your kisses are, but wild and desperate, teeth clashing against each other and your tongue pushing into her mouth greedily. Bela moans at another tug of the strings, then again when you loosen them a little bit.

You are admittedly a little nervous to try this, seeing as Bela is a predator and playing with her breath could lead to unwilled, predatory reflexes and instincts, but you smirk when nothing like that happens and your girlfriend only moans and arches her back on your lap whenever you pull the corset a little bit too tight.

”Please”, she whimpers again when you loosen the strings and allow her to breathe properly again.

”Go on, darling. Nothin’s stopping you”, You coo and press your thigh upwards a little, under her dress, pressing against her cute, warm, and wet panties. She immediately thrusts her hips forwards, then tightens her hold on your shoulders and begins grinding against your thigh properly.

”Such a good girl, you’re doing so well, darling”, You coo. She moans your name and digs her fingernails into your shoulders when you pull the strings on her black corset again.

You smile up at her, eyes closed, a small frown on her face from the pleasure she receives, her mouth open. She pants and gasps, moans and occasionally groans on top of you. “What a beautiful sight you are, my beautiful girl. Good girl, that’s it, hump my leg until you come”

You carefully raise your hand to her neck, slowly, so she can stop you at any time, then loosen the strings again and instead squeeze her neck- not a lot, at first, you hardly cut off her breath, but you have to make sure she knows this was for pleasure only.

She opens her eyes and stopps thrusting for a second, before putting her hand over yours and urging you to squeeze a little harder.

You grin and do so, careful not to dig your fingers in more than necessary, because no matter how erotic it is to hear Bela’s breathless gasps, you don’t want to injure the beautiful creature on top of you.

Bela grinds down against your thigh a little harder every time you choke her, then leans forwards and rewards you with a kiss every time you let go of her neck again.

You eye the wineglasses next to you and grin at the idea coming to your mind.

You let go of her neck and tighten the corset again instead, then pick up one of the glasses and press it against her lip.

“Go on, my talented girl”, You demand gently. She moans and thrusts a little faster, but eventually takes a sip of the wine offered to her. “T-Too stale”, She barely manages to say through her own moans and gasps. You nod and write it on the tag in front of the glass, then lift the next one to her lips.

”Please…”

”Good girls work to get their rewards, Bela. You want to be rewarded, don’t you, beautiful girl?”

The blonde can only nod quickly and take a sip of the wine.

”That’s it, such a good, hard working girl, I’m so proud of you”

Bela attempts to answer a few times, but is either cut off when she thrusts against you in an angle that makes her clit rub against you even more, or is cut off when you pull on the black strings of her corset.

”F-Fine”, She slurs eventually, and again you write it on the piece of paper in front of the glass and kiss her as a reward.

”One more, Bela”, You coo and raise a third glass to her lips. The woman pants and shakes on top of you, but takes a sip when you let go of the corset strings and wrap your arm around her instead, steadying her and squeezing her hip every few seconds. “Fi-Ah! Fin’e”, she slurs. You write on the tag again, then raise your hand to her cheek and caress it. “Good girl, so good, Bela. I’m so proud of you. Cum for me, baby, show me what a good girl you are”, You coo and hold her tightly when she comes. You kiss her one last time before you switch your positions and stand up. You fix her corset properly again and wipe away the smeared lipstick- surely your red one around her lips could pass as blood- before you kiss the tattoo on her forehead and move to the door. “See you later, sweet girl”

You jump when you feel hands on you, but calm down when you hear the familiar purrs (buzzing) against your shoulder. You haven’t even noticed Bela come in, but don’t complain when she pulls you over to the bed and pushes you down.

”What’s gotten my talented girl this eager?”

She only whines and glares at you as best as she can. “You know exactly what!”, She accuses. What exactly is she referring to?

Your visit in the dungeons when she was working? When you made out with her in the tasting room, sitting her down on your lap and allowing her to grind her hips against yours? Praising her for her effort and targeting her sensitive spots with your tongue? Or was it even later, when you helped her take a bath and mentioned how pretty she looked, showing outright worship with your words and touches.

You only smirk and beckon her closer, bright golden eyes staring down at you expectantly, pretty, black painted lips jutted out in something you could almost call a pout- and an adorable one at that. It is rare seeing the woman you like this needy and pouting and already starting to tug off her dress.

”Careful, sweet thing, you know your dress is expensive”

You smirk at the new idea already coming to your mind.

”Strip”

You tsk and hold her wrist when she tries swarming out of her dress.

”No, pretty girl. Strip. Slow. I want a show.”

You lean back and watch as your girlfriend undresses; first she pulls off her gloves, dragging them off with her teeth in a way that makes you squirm a little on the bed.

Next is her corset. Her breasts push out a little more when she undoes the strings, then slowly pulls it off her body. She eyes you the entire time and smirks seductively when, the second the corset is off and she plays with the rim of her dress, your eyes drop to her thighs. You greedily take in her stockings and black heels. Had you not asked for a show, and had it not been such a sweet kind of torture, you would reached out and pull the dress off in one go already.

You sit on your hands to help you stay still and in place when she pulls the dress off. Little nipples are hard already, luring you in and almost begging you to play with them. You love her breasts; they are just perfectly sized for your hands and so, so sensitive. You can’t get enough of her and like making her squirm underneath you by playing with her nipples. You smirk at the memory of her tied to the bedposts, nipples sore from being sucked, vacuumed, slapped and pulled and then sporting cute, red nipple clamps. The tears of overstimulation that ran down her cheeks, but the constant, breathless moans and her begs for more drove your crazy.

You bite your lips when she takes off her heels, then hold your hand up when she is about to take off her last two clothing items- her stockings and black panties.

”Come here, pretty girl”, You demand gently, your legs spreading for her to get between. You hold her waist when she does as you said and swarmed between them, then hums when she eagerly presses her lips against yours.

”Good girl”, You praise and grin when she moans and her hands move up and hold onto your arms. “So good, Bela, do you want my fingers?”, you ask sweetly and chuckle when she nods quickly. “Words, my lovely, talented girl”, You demand. “Yes, please” “Please what, Bela? Use your pretty mouth for me, darling”

”Please give me your fingers, draga…”, She begs breathlessly, hips already rising to meet your hands.

”Good girl, just like that”, You praise. You slip your hand beneath her naughty underwear and smile at the hotness you feel between her legs. It is rare for Bela, or her sisters for that matter, to be warm, but you manage to archive it every single time with your lovely girlfriend.

“Please”, she begs when you slide your middle finger through her sloppy folds, collecting all the slick wetness you find there. “Mhmm…you’re so wet, pretty girl, do you like it when I praise you?”, You ask, but of course know the answer already. “Yes!”, She admits, hips rolling in a desperate attempt to have your fingers fill her.

You coat another finger of yours in her, then grant her her wish and push your middle and index finger inside, slowly pushing in and out of your girlfriend. “A-Ah!”, She moans, hips moving and hands gripping your arms. “Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well, Bela”, You coo. You push her a little closer with your free hand, until she practically sits on your lap and rides your fingers. You feel her round breasts pressing against your arm and coo when she pants and wraps her arms around your neck. “You look so beautiful like this, moaning and taking my fingers so well, love”, You praise. You feel her tighten around you again and push a third finger inside to fill her even more. “Ah~! P-Please!”, She begs, hips moving with your thrusts, teeth grazing against your neck. You stroke her back with your free hand and quicken your thrusts.

”You’re taking me so well, Bela”

”Such a good girl”

”You look so beautiful riding my fingers”

”I can’t wait to taste your delicious pussy in my mouth”

You know she is close, but aren’t quite done playing with her yet. Bela whimpers when you pull out of her, but aside from her “No-No-No!”’s, she doesn’t stop you.

You doubt she could, actually, if you just look at her shaking thighs and arms and listened to her ragged, heavy breaths.

You lay her own on the bed and pull your hand back out from her panties, before sucking your index finger clean. Bela blushes so adorably under you when you moan and lean over her, one thigh on each side of her hips. She eagerly opens her mouth when you present your soaked middle finger to her, then hum when you push it in between her lips and against her warm tongue. “Good girl, do you see how well you taste?”. Bela only nods and thrusts her hips upwards, helplessly soaking her panties for you. “You’re so beautiful, Bela”, You coo and press a kiss against her neck. Your finger pulls back out from her mouth and instead pushes against her nipple. Immediately you hear her gasps and pants underneath you again, then muffle her next moan, when you pinch her nipple, with your mouth on hers. You push your tongue in and take control easily, for Bela neither desires to be on top, nor could do much to fight for dominance when you tug on her sensitive nipples just right.

You smirk when you twist her nipples and she moans and arches her back for you.

“Please…please…more…”, she moans. You chuckle, but take pity on her and pull down her panties. “So pretty, Bela”, You praise. “Spread your legs”, You say and kiss her when she does so quickly. “Good girl, you’re behaving so well for me”, You praise. Your finger teases her clit by merely brushing over it. Still, the small contact is enough to have Bela whine and lift her hips for you.

You raise your eyebrow when her hand tangles in your hair and her nails dig a little in your scalp, then nod satisfied when she lets go and puts her hands next to her head. “That’s it, there’s no rushing this. You’ll be my good and patient girl, won’t you, Bela?”

”Yes!”

You slap her inner thigh playfully to have her open her eyes again.

”I asked you a question, Bela”. Again, you want her to say it; want to watch the wetness drool out of her, knowing that her own words make her so horny and needy for you.

”I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be patient, I promise!”, she breathes out. You reposition her hands next to her head and press them a little against the mattress, then move back down to her cunt. She is drooling on the bed already, wet from your teasing she had to endure the entire day, your fingers fucking her, and her own words just now. The sight is so delicious, her pussy soaked for you, her panties glistening with her wetness. You pull them off her completely, then curl them into a ball and drag them between her pink pussy lips. Bela moans and moans, helplessly raising her hips, hoping she will receive more.

”Open up”, You say, then push the panties in her mouth when she does so obediently. “Can you taste yourself on them? Mhmm, you’re so delicious, baby”, You whisper. Bela sucks on the panties in her mouth and whines when her nipple is spanked, but is only shushed by you again.

”Fuck, I might as well just have a taste too, don’t you think?”

You pick her hips up and lift them off the bed, then place them over your shoulders and listen to Bela’s muffled whines, moans, whimpers and protests. “Now, there’s no need to be embarrassed, Bela”, You coo and press a small kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You’re so pretty, so soft and warm for me, I’m so pleased with you”, You praise, happy to hear even more muffled noises.

You barely see her, but it is enough for you to make sure she isn’t truly uncomfortable.

“Hmm, let’s see…”, You hum, move forwards and press your face against her. You already feel her wetness smearing all around your mouth, but couldn’t care less. The erotic imagination of having Bela lick her own cum off your face only turns you on even more and urges you to enter her with your tongue. You love hearing her muffled moans and gasps and chuckle when she tries touching you, but her hands can’t reach you from her position. The vibrations against her make her drop her arms again. You feel her heel against your back, urging you to go faster and deeper. You comply happily.

You pull back out from Bela and instead lick her clean again, then take her in your mouth again- tongue pushing back into her and teeth rubbing her clit with every bob of your head. You squeeze her hips and pull her even closer to you, until she is almost vertically on the bed.

She moans your name behind the panty gag, over and over again between her constant “Ah!”’s and her loud, slurred words.

You grin when you open your eyes and see her fucked-expression, how desperately she tries to keep it together and how hard she fists the blanket. The panties poking out of her mouth, drool all around her mouth and currently running up her cheeks due to her position.

”Good girl, cum for me, baby”, You coo. The sensitive blonde does so only seconds later, screaming and moaning and squeezing your head between her thighs.

You lower her back on the bed and lick her clean once more, then climb on top of her again, pull the panties from her mouth and kiss her. She still tries to catch her breath and only moans when she tastes herself on your tongue again. “So good, Bela, you’re doing so good”, You praise with another kiss to the corner of her lips. You watch her chest heave with each heavy breath and swipe some of her cum from your face against her nipples. The little buds look so cute, glistening with Bela’s arousal, hardened and a little red already from your treatment before.

You smile when she leans up and licks her juices off your cheek, then moans and pushes her lips against yours again.

You smirk when she whimpers again and push her face in your neck.

”Is someone still needy?”, You coo, one hand holding Bela’s jaw and pulling back so she’s forced to meet your eyes, the other already holding her breast again. She only blushes under your gaze and whimpers again. “Such a perfect blush, but I want you to use your words, Bela”, You coo with a squeeze of her breast. The blonde woman moans and holds onto your shoulders again. “Hm, is my good girl needy?”, You ask, your hand squeezing her jaw a little to make her look at you again. “Is your sweet pussy soaked again already?”. “Yes, love! Please…”, she whines, leaning against your hand on her breast and shyly moving your other hand from her jaw to her neck. You smirk at her silent request and move her back on your lap. You love this position the most, mainly because her breasts are on face level with you because you feel every little movement of hers; her thighs pressing together because she can’t take it anymore, her body shaking right before an orgasm, her body bouncing on you whenever you have her ride your fingers or toys…

You gently remove her choker, not wanting to accidentally hurt her with it or break the fancy necklace, then move it on the nightstand and push three fingers into her. You listen to her breathless gasp, then tighten your- up until now- loving hold on her throat a little. You use it to push her down harder against your fingers, until they are buried within her to the knuckles. The blonde moans and holds her hand against your one at her neck. “Good girl, take my fingers, Bela”, You say and start thrusting upwards. Bela moans and gasps, pushes herself down against you and harder against the hand on her throat, greedily taking everything in.

”Ride my fingers, Bela, take your reward, my perfect girl”, You coo. The blonde does as she is told, both hands gripping your shoulders again to help her move up and down. You occasionally tighten your hold on her throat and chuckle when she gasps and nearly loses her balance, or her legs give out because of it and she falls back down against you, your fingers deep within her and curling.

She moans your name when you lean forwards and take the tip of her breast in your mouth, sucking and wetting it while your tongue takes care of her sensitive nipple. You notice parts of her breaking off into flies and landing on your shoulders or cheek, but don’t pay them much mind. You are more or less used to having an insect on top of you at this point, if only because Bela likes to have parts of her with you when the two of you can’t spend time together because you both work too much.

You smirk and bite her nipple, gentle, but enough for her to yelp and tighten around you.

”Can my good girl handle another finger?”, You ask, curious how many fingers you can push into her before she’ll break and orgasm helplessly, pussy full and nipples sore.

“Yes, love! Please!”, She answers breathlessly, then gasps when you push your fourth finger in as well. Your thumb still likes to play with her clit, bringing her closer to her orgasm even faster and making her grind herself against the fingers in and on her.

“I’lo’we’-“, She slurs, but you understand nonetheless and place a small kiss on her breast before letting it slip out of your mouth and slap against her chest again. “I love you too, darling girl, you’re so good, Bela, taking my fingers so well and doing as I tell you”, You coo. As a reward you curl your fingers inside of her, then, when she still gasps for breath under your tight hold on her neck, start thrusting upwards quickly. She holds onto your arm with both hands, half pushing you to choke her harder, half begging you to let go and let her breathe again.

But you aren’t having it. You know Bela can last longer without breathing, something she only proves every time the two of you are taking a bath and your girlfriend decides to reward you by lowering her head under the water surface and making you feel good.

You pull her closer by her neck and kiss her cheek roughly, then quicken your thrusts even more and whisper in her ear; “You’re so good, Bela, my good girl. You look so perfect, taking my fingers and choking under me. Do you like this, pretty girl? Having your breath cut off while I pleasure you?”

She only makes little, pathetic noises, but is not able to reply. You don’t care and instead kiss her neck, right between your fingers. Her body shakes so good on top of you…Bela’s hands tighten on your arm when you bite her jaw.

She gasps for air when you release her neck, then moans when you immediately kiss her.

”What are you, perfect girl?”

”Y-You’-Ah’! Your go-good girl”, she answers breathlessly, pussy tight and squeezing you, hands pushing your arm harder against her throat again. You tighten your hold once more for her.

”Show me what a good girl you are, Bela”

You slowly release her neck when she comes, your fingers moving slower and slower until she calms down again and you remove them from her red cunt. You notice the visible stretch and kiss her cheek lovingly, praising her wordlessly for being so good.

“Satisfied?”, You ask with a small chuckle. The blonde nods and pushes herself back against your front, all too happy to have your hands wrapping around her and pulling her closer again.

You pick her up and carry her to the attached bathroom, happy to prepare a bath for the two of you and take care of her.

[wolfchankki]

If you're still taking requests, may I request sub!txt any of the members because I love all of them, one member riding my strap and another on my face. ❤️

Hi anon! Thank you for the request, I’m very glad! I hope you don’t be bothered that I made the two imagines separately. I’ll post this one first, and when possible, I’ll post the other part. Hope you like it tho!

Also, English is not my first language, so I’m very sorry for any mistake.

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Sub!Soobin x Afab!reader

use of strap, implied punishment, bit of noona kink

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“Take it, baby”.

Some would call you cruel, but you knew that you had to do that. Soobin thought that every single misbehave could be taken aside every time he’d flutter his long lashes, his bunny like smile would make you step back with the decision of putting him back into his place. To be fair, most of the days it worked.

But not today.

He was just too ingenue to worry about later when he was focused into palming your crotch under the table at the dinner his dad invited you two; the worst is that his sister noticed that something was going on since you couldn’t stop blushing and side eyeing him.

Now in his old bedroom, after a way too long (for him) scolding, and after making him gag in your strap as silent as he could, you put him to work; he was riding your strap with no help at all, just having you holding his wrists firmly with one hand in front of his body and, with the other hand, tugging his hair with everything but gentleness, giving you free way to his neck, sucking and licking and biting, purposely marking him.

“No-noona, please! Help me cum please!” poor thing was trying to quiet down his sobbing, on verge of cumming, but it was still not enough since his legs are now trembling and giving up, making him stop to rest a bit, frustrated for interrupting his own pleasure.

“They will hear you, Soobin” you remind him “I suggest you shut up and take it like the bitch you proved to be earlier”. You squeezed his wrists more when he tried to bring it to his forgotten dripping cock.

“I’m too tired, I can-cant take it anymore, please!” as he wasn’t done with his whining, tears streamed down his pink cheeks.

“Color?” You and Soobin used the traffic lights system for each other security and wellbeing, a deal you two settled to know and recognize boundaries after a very extended talk.

After thinking for a bit, biting his lip all the time, the younger looked up at you again with glossy eyes.

“Green” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure? We can stop here” only for him to respond “No! I…I want it”.

With a smirk, the hand that was in his hair is now on his sensible dick, giving a few slow strokes, and with the hand that was in his hair, you gave him two taps in his thigh “that’s the only help you’ll get from me. Now, you can continue”.

The new stimulation helped a lot, to be honest. Riding back and forth with revigorated strength, Soobin was finally able to cum hard against your belly, chest and even his own chest, covering his moans and whines in your shoulder, biting forcefully, making you sigh and your breath hitches.

You take your strap out of him, hearing his muffled whines. Still with his trembling body above you, you managed to take of your strap and throw it on the empty laundry basket in the corner of the room to be cleaned later.

Laying on the bed with him above you, you kissed him all over the face. “You did well baby, take it so well for me. Now, I need to give you a bath, don’t I?

“No. Tomorrow.”

“Soobin, you need a bath, love”

“Tomorrow”

Hearing his tired voice, you gave up eventually with a sigh.

“You won this time. Good night, love.” With a little and exhausted smile, Soobin was already fast asleep just as you.

[deathblacksmoke]

Dramamine—Part 9

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: a little bit of angst and self-doubt, a little bit of backstory, self-serving pretty flowery apologies, and i made the boys kiss again

*Content warnings are updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.7K

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

He’s about ready to own up to it when Autumn walks in, admit what he’s done and face the consequences. He’s pissed her off before and survived — he doesn’t doubt he can do it again.

She sidles up beside him at the register and he’s going to tell on himself when she says something that makes his eyes widen. “Nick texted you?”

His mind reels, wondering how she knows. When he glances over, he’s expecting anger in her expression, or at the very least annoyance. Instead he finds her smiling at him, expression soft.

“How did you know?” he inquires, wracking his brain for an explanation but coming up with nothing. His stomach turns when he envisions Autumn pounding on the door of Nick’s house, or barging into the bar, berating a stranger for something that shouldn’t be her problem. Autumn, as always, coming to his rescue when he can’t do it himself.

He feels sick.

“Do you remember my friend Jasmine?” Autumn offers, and there’s a beat when he questions the relevance of the question. He remembers her vaguely — she and Autumn were friends while Noah was living in Baltimore, a coworker from the university. They’d met once, when Noah came home for the weekend, but he didn’t stick around. It just didn’t feel like home anymore. He was happy that she had someone like Jasmine to fill the void he’d left when he vanished.

He distantly wonders why they don’t see each other anymore before his heart drops, remembering what happened to her. He sees her face, his mind traveling to the photo on the end table in Nick’s living room. Her pretty dark hair, her kind smile.

He doesn’t know how he didn’t connect it, and he feels painfully foolish. Not knowing what else to say, he nods.

“He’s a good guy, Noah,” Autumn utters, a sigh on the edge of her voice as if she hates to admit it. He knows that she’s right, and just recently he would have done anything for her to think so, but right now it makes him feel like he’s out of people on his side. He still needs her on his side. “He’s been through a hell of a lot, but he wants to fix this.”

He imagines how the conversation might go tonight. His mind conjures the image of an apology, at Autumn’s instruction, but yet another letdown. It isn’t the first time someone hasn’t wanted him, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. Already, he’s itching to disappear again. Asheville might be nice this time.

It already took everything in him to come back here. It took even more out of him to open his heart again, and he really thought he’d picked the right one this time — it felt right, didn’t it?

His mind shifts suddenly back to the last time something felt right, the overwhelming joy he’d felt, and rapidly to the look on Aiden’s face when Noah had the nerve to ask if he wanted to get married, to the bellowing laughter and the pity painted across his face that read oh, you poor thing. When he got home from work the next day, half of the apartment was emptied out. He didn’t see him again, but every inch of Richmond stunk of the 3 years of memories they made together.

He knows what it’s like to want to disappear. He knows how hard it is to come back. It isn’t the same, but he knows how it feels for your life to stop dead in its tracks.

It’s a little past 8 already, anxiety bubbling up in his gut as he’s pacing back and forth across his living room. There’s a part of him hoping that Nick doesn’t show, leaving Noah to fill in the blanks on his own, fizzling out slowly and painfully but without a direct and detailed hit to his ego.

Autumn and the guys have gone out to give them privacy, and the thought of being left alone for even a moment after Nick shatters him all over again makes his chest ache. He doesn’t want them to be here to watch it happen, but he still wishes they’d stayed. He can’t be by himself.

His spiral is interrupted by three knocks in quick succession.

He’s nauseated, shaking with nerves, but he can’t deny that he misses Nick. He misses his face, his voice, the way his lips spread into a smile seemingly against his will. At least he’ll get to see him one last time before he disappears from Noah’s life for good, another black mark on his romantic history.

When he swings the door open with shaking hands, he finds himself unprepared for what he sees on the other side. Nick, looking more timid than Noah’s ever seen him, with a hastily put together bouquet of flowers and the most hopeful expression in his eyes.

It’s not at all what he expected.

“I’m sorry I’m a little late, I—” Nick starts, unsteady on his feet and jittery. Noah won’t let himself get his hopes up, but the urge to reach out and touch him is almost unbearable. This was a terrible idea. “I didn’t ask Aut what flowers you like, so…I hope you like hydrangeas.”

He envisions Nick at the shop, agonizing over which flowers to choose to let Noah down easy. He imagines him speaking with a kind stranger who passes by behind him, asking for advice, hurriedly placing together blue hydrangeas, baby’s breath, eucalyptus leaves, and hoping for the best as he rushes out. It’s a lot of effort to put into a heartbreak.

And Noah does love hydrangeas. An awfully pretty flower to sit in a vase on his coffee table to taunt him as he agonizes through his loss.

He guides Nick inside and tries not to let his mind drift backwards to their last encounter on this couch. It’s a struggle every time he’s in this room, not letting himself relive every moment, the floating feeling to the sinking, empty nothing.

They should have done this somewhere else. He’s not looking forward to adding another painful memory to the living room’s history, especially if he wants to stick around after this one.

Each second Nick spends fiddling with his hands instead of making eye contact and getting on with it drags. The bouquet sits sadly on the coffee table and he wonders if he should busy himself with putting them in a vase with water, a distraction from the impending whatever, but he doesn’t want to waste the water. He should probably throw them out.

“You can rip the band-aid off, Nick,” Noah starts, and he isn’t expecting the surprised and hurt expression that casts itself across Nick’s face. His eyes get so sad, concern obvious, and it’s only then that Noah wonders if this might be a different kind of visit altogether. Even through the overwhelming feeling of dread, he feels awfully soft for him. “It’s okay, Nicky, I’m listening.”

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you, or that you weren’t making me happy,” Nick starts, and Noah feels as the weight begins to lift off his shoulders, as the tightness in his chest loosens. Nick takes a few deep breaths, a sort of shaky breathing that Noah recognizes. He doesn’t want to let himself have hope, but he watches as the nerves he recognizes in Nick take a different shape than he’d expected. “I haven’t been that happy in a long time, Noah, and I didn’t think it was something that I deserved. It scared the shit out of me.”

It’s against Noah’s own will when the tears start falling. There’s a tiny but clawing part of him that still thinks this is bad—that these flowery, pretty apologies are just an elaborate setup for a letdown that makes Nick look good at the end of it all. When Nick reaches out to place a shaky hand hesitantly on Noah’s knee, still speaking but Noah can’t make out a single thing through all the whooshing in his ears, Noah feels hope for the first time. He forces himself to focus.

“I’m sorry, I’m listening,” Noah says, and the smile Noah loves shows itself for the first time this visit—a wide grin spreading across Nick’s face although his nerves are still so blatant. Nick reaches out to touch Noah’s face, and he almost wants to shy away but doesn’t. He lets Nick trace a thumb over his cheek, wipe away his tears, just in case this is the last time he can have this.

“I know I still have a lot to do to make it up to you, but you deserve to be really happy, and I want to be the one to make you happy,” Nick says, and there’s such sincerity in his tone that it’s unmistakable. There are tear tracks down his cheeks, too, and Noah knows he means it. “If you’ll let me give it a try. I may not be any good.”

It’s something they’ll have to talk about further. They’ll have to spend a lot of time working through it, and Noah will have to give him a lot of shit, but his focus narrows in on one thing. And that’s having him.

He scoots himself closer to Nick, watches him relax as Noah places a hand on his cheek. 

“I would never ask you to unlove her,” Noah says, to which Nick is quick to nod. “Just talk to me. Make a little room for me.”

“I promise I will,” Nick responds, placing a hand over Noah’s on his cheek and the poor thing is still shaking. Noah hasn’t felt so steady in a long time.

He pours his heart into the kiss they share, finding himself praying that they can keep this. That for once, he can get what he wants. He feels that hope grow just that little bit bigger when Nick’s lips move to his cheek, a sigh of relief pressed into the skin of Noah’s face.

“No boy has ever bought me flowers before,” Noah whispers, feeling Nick’s grin spread once more, pulling Noah ever closer.

tags: @concretenoah . @circle-with-me . @darksigns-exe . @ladyveronikawrites . @agravemisstake . @monotoniscreaming . @cookiesupplier . @bngurngheart . @jiizzy . @screamsinsilver . @iknownothingpeople . @anameunmusical . @sitkowski . @baddestomens . @itsafullmoon . @collapsedglasshouses

[andiftheycare]

Valentine’s Day Satosugu hcs bc what’s my life anymore

High school edition - I like to think they’ve done something about their crush in their adult days.

Suguru receives more in-person confessions while Satoru gets only love letters (and none of them is in Suguru’s handwriting, which is, uhm, annoying? It’s their third year and Gojo should have a collection of love letters from Getou, but whatever)

Getou does buy Gojo some chocolate but holds it until they’ve finished their club activities. It’s not fancy chocolate or anything valentine themed because that would be too exposing, it’s just a chocolate bar with candies in it which would kill anyone but Satoru (not that Satoru hasn’t spend the day eating chocolate, anyway, but he was so pissed off when he didn’t get any from Suguru in their first year and because of that someone started a dating rumor so he’s not revisiting that failure)

I like to think Gojo would have a school fan club as in all best early 2000s shoujo manga and that they would do something hugely over the top for Valentine’s Day idk maybe they’ll have a special Valentine’s Day photocard of him or have a cardboard Gojo somewhere in their club room. They let other students use it for darts - and teachers, too, especially assistant teacher/trainee Utahime.

Gojo did get a in-person confession by a very brave girl that year (because third year, last chance to confess etc) but Suguru interrupted because, well, it was fun to see Satoru turning pink as he candidly said “I thought you wanted to do something for our anniversary?” letting the poor girl die on the spot and run away. That do fuel the dating rumours

“anniversary of what, pry tell” “of our fake dating rumor” Gojo kicks a peddle so HARD when walking home with Getou that’s, frankly, unfair on the peddle - it was just minding its business on the road and didn’t want to end in someone else’s garden.

Getou takes him to the arcade even if it’s too late to be out (they have homework to do) and pays for his first round of games so that Gojo could stop pouting at him. He tries to ignore how it makes him feel that Gojo was maybe interested in going out with a random (but brave) girl he never spoke with.

They end up at the Karaoke place after that. It’s all v nice and fun except that Shoko is not with them and someone might mistake that for a date if it weren’t that they’re best friends and all. No date, only friends. It does look like a date tho.

They almost accidentally kiss during Karaoke. In a bro way.

Btw I also think that Gojo would be annoying about his love letters and how popular he is and at all the little things and bits of chocolate he’d receive. Not in an asshole way, more in an obvious kind of way. He keeps some of the funny letters too, sometimes reads them out loud to Suguru when they’re alone, saying “damn this girl has fine fine taste, when are you writing a poem about my eyes? Uhm?”

There’s no sedating the dating rumors after this Valentine’s Day so Satoru knits him a scarf for White Day with the help of his fan club because he can get away with saying that it’s a practical joke. Since it’s Gojo, the scarf is perfect despite being the first and last thing Gojo knits. It’s weirdly thoughtful and misplaced in what Gojo is as a person so Getou gets incredibly flustered when he receives it. Gojo laughs at him and takes pictures.

They don’t ever talk about their almost accidental kiss until they actually, properly kiss in a not-bro way some months later. (Gojo says it out loud, not-bro, and Getou laughs on his neck so much he cries.)

[gffa]

John Gaius is less interesting to me as someone who is just a shallowly awful person, and vastly, infinitely more interesting to me as an intensely human person with the powers of a god and that has fucked him up. The things he does to his friends are done out of grief, because he doesn’t want them to be gone, it’s out of the loss of those he loved that he brings them back, that there’s almost something numb about him until the depression or the rage or the sorrow hits, because like he’s Jod, he didn’t get to where he was by being able to die, and that’s terrifying for others, but I can’t help thinking that it’s really fucked him up, too, because all that power, it’s just there, it’s in him all the time, and when someone betrays you and you have the power and invulnerability of a god and you’re a hot goddamned mess because you’re still just a person who has lived through so much pain and grief and loss, you react like a human and you reform yourself out of your own atoms and permanently explode people and go, right then, either you’re loyal or you die, because you’re fucking pissed, and you don’t want to fucking deal with it anymore, because you don’t have to, you’re God, you have the power to say, no, this stops here, loyalty or die, make your fucking choice now, instead of continuing to walk that tightrope of lying to your friends but trying to make it up to them and feeling guilty but also feeling angry, all while you’re so fucking tired. But then you feel more guilt about it, because you’re a person and you’re not trying to be a dictator, you’re trying to make the galaxy better, you’re trying lighten the mood, because it’s ten thousand fucking years and if you don’t embrace your love of puns being hilarious, then everything’s going to be so fucking boring, and you’re still angry at the trillionaires.   You stop time and tell everyone to stop attacking each other because you’re so fucking tired and just don’t want to deal with it anymore.  You’re so fucking careful, even around your friends, not to bleed around them because you know what that can lead to. I feel like John is a character who isn’t evil so much as every step is an understandable one he made, each one is a very human reaction when you have the context of everything that happened before, and then layer a whole lot of depression and guilt and anger on top of all those decisions. Is he doing terrible things?  Yeah, and he’s fucking terrifying to be around, he tries so hard to be affable and gentle, but he has so much power and he’s Just A Fucking Guy, a guy who wanted to save the world and started out from a place that so many of us have started out from, each step he took to where he got and why he lied are understandable ones, the weight inside him one that I can empathize with, I too am not always the kindest when I’m depressed, I too am not always one to make the best decisions when I feel torn between wanting to help people vs how to actually get there, like if I was face to face with a real chance to save the world, wouldn’t I do some shady things to make sure it got done, because the world hung in the balance?  Wouldn’t I fall into depression when weighed down by all that responsibility to do something when I had the power/ability to do it?  Where is the single point at which he should have said no and turned back, given all that had come before? I don’t see John Gaius as a character who set out to become Necrolord Prime, that that was the intended arc, so much as he kept making one decision after another, decisions that come from a place of very human nature, and eventually we’re here, with the weight of all those decisions behind him and no one single place that really was a hard turning point.  And also a whole lot of depression. Anyway, he’s my poor little meow meow and I hope he’s dictator of the universe for life because it’s very funny and also gives me feelings.

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt8}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: angst, descriptions of a crash, mentions of religious trauma Word count: 1246 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount@doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @topguncultleader@vellicora @ystrolllll 

Part 8 of the Mamma Mia series

After Japan, you operate on auto-pilot, the days all blurring into one. At work, your colleagues leave you be, however, your best friend sees right through you, especially after you cancel on her for a third day in a row. So Jasmine does what any best friend would do: she lets herself into your apartment with the key you had given her, only to find you curled up on the couch, staring into space as the sun sets, drowning you in twilight. She forces you to get changed out of your work clothes while she puts the kettle on.

“Talk to me. This is not like you,” Jasmine says, putting a mug in front of you.

“I don’t even know where to start..” you mumble.

“Start with what’s got you so heartbroken that you’ve become a recluse,” Jasmine offers. You shrug, feeling another wave of tears threatening to spill.

“I broke my own heart. I should never have agreed to their plan,” you say. You tell her all about the last couple of weeks, about the dates they had been taking you on. About how you tried so very hard to not fall in love.

“But I did. I fell harder than I think I ever have.”

“How does that lead to you breaking your own heart? Shouldn’t you be over the moon and disgustingly in love with your man?” Jasmine asks you.

“How can I be happy when I love all three of them?” you throw out, a sob wrecking through your body as you bury your face in your hands, “I am such a greedy whore for wanting all of them,” you whisper.

“No. Stop that right now,” Jasmine says, moving her chair next to yours and pulling you against her chest.

“Sometimes I really curse your parents for the religious trauma they subjected you to. Babe, we’ve talked about this. There is nothing wrong with being a slut or a whore, as you put it, as long as it is your choice to be called that term. Nothing wrong with a little consensual degradation in the bedroom. But loving more than one person does not make you a whore. It makes you polyamorous,” Jasmine responds, rubbing a hand down your back. 

“P-poly-what now?” you ask as you look up at her.

“Polyamorous. Oh babe, for someone with a double master’s degree, you really are clueless sometimes. It means someone who’s in a relationship with more than one person at a time. It just means you love differently than the heteronormative norm.”  

You’re quiet for a moment, letting your friend’s words sink in. She’s hit the nail on the head with her comment about your parents. You went no contact years ago, but your religious upbringing sometimes still haunts you even now that you’re an adult and no longer believe in the church as an institution. A tiny spark of hope flickers alive in your heart at the knowledge that there is a world in which you don’t have to choose between them, before it gets squashed by the realisation that you might have burnt that bridge before you even got to cross it. 

“What if it’s too late?’ you voice your biggest worry out loud, “What if they don’t want me anymore?” 

“Unfortunately there is only one way to find out. You gotta talk to them.”

Jasmine made it seem so easy, but finding the time to do so is proving difficult during the next race weekend. Due to the sprint race, the weekend is even busier than normal. By the time Sunday comes around you are convinced it won’t happen. Kevin seems to be avoiding you —and you can’t blame him for that—, Lewis is busy preparing for two races, and Mark is filming for Channel4. You throw yourself into your work, trying your hardest not to think about how your chest constricts every time you catch a glimpse of any of them on the screens in the garage. It’s not until Sunday’s race has well and truly started that you can’t use work as an excuse anymore. The latest bits of sim data have already been analysed so you really have no reason to stay in your office. You hide away in the back of the garage, out of sight for most of the cameras but you have a clear view on the screen with the F1 world feed. Your chest feels tight with anxiety for this race; the heat has been brutal for everyone involved and the tyre management put in place by Pirelli doesn’t fill you with confidence either. 

The first 30 or so laps go by relatively smoothly, but just as you allow yourself to exhale for the first time in what feels like an hour, things go horribly, horribly wrong. Logically you know the whole thing won’t have lasted for much longer than several minutes, but it feels like everything slows down as you watch one of the RedBulls collide into Lewis’ car while trying to overtake in the straight between corners 15 and 16, sending the latter spinning into the barrier on the right before getting bounced to the other side of the track like a ping pong ball before it comes to standstill against the wall. The RedBull tries to correct its own course but can’t help losing control again and sends the Haas that was behind them into the gravel where something seems to snap from the back of the car, causing the driver to lose complete control and slamming sideways into the barriers. Miraculously, the RedBull remains on the track, although it’s obvious the car has some major front wing damage, and makes it into the pitlane without much of a fuss. You keep watching the screen breathlessly, hoping for any signs of movement while you vaguely hear Lewis’ engineer ask Lewis if he’s okay. Instead of confirmation, it remains quiet. Your chest feels too tight to catch your breath as panic claws its way up your throat when you realise that the Haas currently in the barriers is Kevin. Ripping your headset off, you make your way outside and into the pitlane. Air, you need air. Leaning against the wall, you inhale deeply, trying to use the breathing techniques from yoga to calm down. They’re gone, your brain very unhelpfully supplies and you cover your mouth with a hand to stifle the scream that’s threatening to come out. You hear someone talking to you but the words don’t register as his body blocks you from view. Looking up, you see Mark’s concerned face looking back at you and the realisation that Lewis and Kev got hurt hits you all over again. A sob wrecks through you as your knees buckle.

“I’ve got you,” Mark murmurs, pulling your body against his. “They’re gone and I-.. I will never get to tell them-.. Mark-..” you sob into his chest. Mark rubs a hand down your back, letting you cry into his shirt as he tries to sooth you. You thought the heartache you felt after Suzuka was bad, but nothing could have prepared you for this. You can’t breathe, can’t think; the only thought going through your head is how this baby will never get to see their dads, how you lost the loves of your life and that you will never even get the chance to tell them that, how it’s all your fault. And that thought rips you apart all over again.

For maximum emotional damage, may I suggest playing Gracie Abrams' Cedar on loop while reading this? Because that song broke me

@curiousthyme this chapter would not be what it is without you, so thank you

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