#‘why are they missing some clothes’ ‘why have they been undressing’ they are about to engage in activities probably idk

[void-chara]

vitalasubzam week, day five: gods/worship

uh. it is so unfinished but i will absolutely not be able to get it more done by the time the day is over, so, posting now.

kinda gay to build your teammate a throne. incase its unclear, this is meant to be subz kneeling at vitalasys feet while vitalasy sits on the throne subz built him, and vitalasy pours a po potion down subzs throat. awesome.

these guys had suuuch a normal reaction to zam breaking up with them. definitely.

”why is there so much blank space” so originally i was gonna draw an anchor with a snapped chain there, since zam was “their anchor” and hes gone now, but it wasnt the right vibes, and i remembered vitalasy tried to do a different metaphor originally, which one of my friends told me was rock and belay or something like that, which is awesome, and i was gonna draw that in the corner for ~symbolism~ but then. uh. i didnt feel like doing it.

after this semester of college ends and i have more freetime, ill probably come back to this piece and make a more finished version. so look forward to that. or dont.

[pseudowho]

The JJK Boys Catch You Wearing This...

...after they tell you to put on that little red number you have.

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Yuuji: Walking through the doorway and calling out to you, Yuuji peeks in the bedroom. As you see him, you stick out one high-heeled leg seductively, pointing your toes and giving a suggestive wiggle.

Yuuji absolutely falls apart with laughter, grasping the doorframe for support as tears pour down his face. Tries to talk, but every time he looks at you, he breaks down again.

Finally, stopping to wipe his eyes, he asks: "But did you get me one, too?"

You had, obviously.

Higuruma: "Hey, I'm home!" he calls out to you, throwing his suitcase down and yanking his shirt collar loose. He hears you call him from the bathroom, and pads down, walking in, "It's been a shit and unsuccessful day as usual, but you know what they say--"

You are in the bath, wearing only this, legs draped over the side as you ask him, in your best seductive voice, "Have you ever taken a bath in your clothes, Mr.Higuruma?"

Hiromi stares flatly at you for five seconds. Sighing, he does his shirt back up, turns back to the door and picks up his suitcase.

"Hiromi-- hey-- where are you going?"

"Back to work. There are actually fewer criminals there."

Suguru: Arriving home, sounding tired and resigned, he shouts out to you, "Babe! Is dinner sorted, or do you want me to cook?"

"No, it's okay, I've cooked!"

Heaving a happy sigh-- "ahh, amazing" -- Suguru hustles to the kitchen, "What's for--"

He stops, as there you stand, one stockinged leg up on the kitchen chair as you lean forward, bum wiggling, and--

*click*

You turn to Suguru, your warped cloth face somehow looking absolutely horrified; "Was that...did you just take a photo? Suguru?! Suguru!"

He runs. You'd better believe every mutual friend in Suguru's contact list is receiving that gem.

Nanami: Expensive brown shoes clack on the floor towards the living room-- "Sorry I'm late. I've missed you so much"-- excited to see you and that gorgeous little red--

You are in Nanami's favourite armchair, stockinged legs crossed, heeled foot twiddling, wearing some red monstrosity, and even worse, you've draped one of his ties round your neck--

"Why are you like this?" Nanami huffs, exhausted, deflating. You giggle, shaking with mirth.

"Did Gojo buy you that...thing? I'll pay you to take that off."

Later that evening, you come out of the bathroom to the smell of smoke. Kento stands in the garden, sleeves rolled up, stoking your red costume in the fire pit.

Gojo: "I'm pretty sure I've fought Curses that look like you before," Gojo grinned, arms and legs crossed and leant against the doorframe as you strutted around the living room, laughing to yourself. You moved to remove the costume, satisfied with your joke--

"Ah ah ah, you're not done yet." Your bizarre costumed face stares quizzically at Gojo, who settles on the sofa, legs spread, unzipping his trousers with a wink. He grabs his phone, and puts on some music.

"Dance, cutie. And you'd better believe you can keep that on the whole time."

Toji: You squealed, costumed face hitting the pillows as Toji threw you hard onto the bed, bouncing on your hands and knees. You move to turn, and Toji turns you back round, smacking your bare arse as you squeak again, laughing.

"Dunno what you're laughing about, babe. I've fucked girls uglier than that mask of yours. Face down, arse up."

Sukuna: "I've killed for less than this, woman. Get undressed. Now."

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I'm meant to be writing the next chapter of a thrilling romantic drama. I offer no apologies for myself, I'm ridiculous.

[roturo]

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

INUMAKI TOGE X READER

SUMMARY: meeting up with your old friends sounded like a good idea, turns out lying and saying you and your ex ended up as a friends would include him there, so that was a bad idea of yours.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, subspace, exes!to lovers, use of curse energy for sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of sign language, almost caught, after care, dacryphilia.

Life has been great.

Ever since you broke up with Inumaki things have been just fine. Both of you decided to end up as friends. Which might be awkward between the both of you but when you’re together around other people it wasn’t that bad.

You decided to focus on your training, even though it became a little bit too much to be at the same place with your ex… so you decided to live alone and start a new life. College is a new experience and it has been really fun! Training at home wasn’t as effective and efficient as training with Gojo-sensei and your friends… but, you felt more comfortable this way.

Some days you felt like exorcizing some curse and just walked through the city and found one.

Just for fun.

That’s what Maki told you. ‘Let’s hang out all of us together like the old times! Just for some fun!’

And everything was going great! But you never expected Yuuji to enter next to Inumaki into Maki’s room. You haven’t seen him in like four? six months? It’s been a while…

And to say he looked even more handsome than last time is understandable. Half a year and he grew up. He seemed taller than last time, his shoulders broader, and his hands…

You scold yourself for staring too long at him. His eyes locked with yours and a small awkward silence was in the room. But thankfully, Yuuji couldn’t tolerate silence and proposed to order some pizza and talk about how things have been.

You told them about your new friends at college, how you've been auto-training yourself, and how you felt like a new person.

Inumaki felt nostalgic. Watching you grow up and create a life without him made him sad. Thinking about the old times and how you talked to him for hours about having a family. How you stayed with him even if he couldn’t communicate himself like others, he loved you, and he missed you.

You missed him too, and when Maki asked if you were comfortable right now, even if your ex is literally like less than two meters in front of you, you said, ‘yeah! why not, we didn’t end on bad terms! can’t do people reconnect? I only see him as a friend.’

The biggest lie you ever said.

But the both of you knew those glance you gave each other, you needed the other… So when Maki accompanied Yuuji for the pizza you couldn’t control yourself.

And I mean like you couldn’t control yourself literally, he controlled you. He took his hands off.

‘Follow me.’

Your body was moving without your permission. Following Inumaki to what you assumed was his room. A tingly feeling dressed as nervousness was appearing in the low part of your tummy.

You felt anxious? excited? euphoric?

You missed him so much it was hurting, so when you got inside his room, thinking about if what’s going to occur was correct, you stared at your phone for some second before murmuring to yourself ‘fuck it, it’s fine’ —the first thing you did when you had control back was send a text to Maki.

‘I’m sleeping in another place.’ Maybe she’ll think you didn’t feel comfortable enough and needed to leave.

But maybe that’s not the case. You might sleep on someone else's sheets.

‘Inumaki…’

‘Shh… Undress yourself.’— You wanted to first kiss him, but he seemed eager to have you— and how could you say no? Maybe he wasn’t even controlling you and you were doing it for your own taste.

Feeling vulnerable in front of him— he grabbed you by the waist pulling you closer to his clothes body and started kissing you like a hungry man— You missed his touch and he missed yours.

Coming here wasn’t a bad idea… right?

Wrong.

Your body was sore and twitching of how many times he has made you cum. He’s been eating you out for hours now— with just one word making you cut whenever he felt like it. Making symbols on your pussy of what you suppose it’s his curse marks— Your eyes were full of tears, vision blurry and feeling dizzy.

‘N-no more ‘Inu..’

‘Osaka ‘ Was all he said, keeping a straight face before watching you before continuing eating you out— ‘Squirt.’ Your body shook before your vision turned black and everything felt a thousand times more— his fingers inside of you, slurping your fluids out of you. It was a disgusting mess— but he loved watching you turn into a mess thanks to him. It was his mess.

He never abused so much of his power on you, but this time it was different. He needed you, he wanted you.

Once he felt he got enough of your poor and used pussy, he got up— Watching you trying to keep your eyes open. Makeup ruined, hair tangled and tears coming down your eyes. You felt fucked out— feeling sore on parts of your body you never thought could get sore. Trying to plead for your sanity was met with deaf ears.

He started unbuckling his belt, and turned his middle and ring finger down, making the sign ‘I love you’ before signaling he missed you so much and needed you. Sign language was a common thing between the both of you because of his cursed technique. Just a few words, because it’s like destiny brought the two of you together because in some ways you always knew what the other needed.

He teased your cunt with his dick before inserting it in. You were on missionary, him on top of you while he admired the mess you became. He thrusted inside of you with no warning, your fucked up pussy with no need to make it even more sensitive for you to cum, he just started searching for his release.

When he watched you not even being able to say coherent words, tears just streaming down your face, your eyes almost closed and moans coming out of your mouth was enough for him to cum inside of you. The fucked up image of you— thanks to him— will be forever engraved in his mind. He needs you, he needs to be back together.

He groaned at the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock once he came, his body shaking before laying down beside you. Heavy breathings filling the room, he looked back at you and found you staring at him too. A smile adorned his face, moving his body so he could hug yours— playing with your hair and giving you small pecks he heard a knock on his door. 

He supposed you’re still in a subspace and grabbed his boxers, slightly opening the door so only his face was visible— a confused blushed Yuuji was in front of his door. ‘Inumaki, the pizza is here. We can’t find Y/N though… Do you know where she is?…’

‘Go with Maki.’ Were the words he let out, Yuuji’s body moved without his permission, leaving him alone. 

He looked behind and saw you taking small breaths, your chest going up and down— He smiled to himself, before he grabbed a warm cloth and and started cleaning you up— He searched for some candy he used to have in his room since you were always craving them, he grabbed one water bottle too and repositioned you so your now resting on his pillows. He sat next to you, playing with your hair, waiting till you came back to reality.

Once you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Inumaki staring at you— Eyes full of love while he played with your hair. You moved so your body was not sitting on his bed, you noticed you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and your panties— You supposed he put them on, he touched your arm and gave you some water and your favorite candy. You looked back at him— surprised he still had some of them here, you smiled at him and drank some water.

You didn’t notice he grabbed a notebook and was writing something until he gave it to you.

‘Can we get back together? You’re all I need, all I love. I would kill any curse, person, thing who tries to hurt you, everything… just to have you back in my arms.’

[mossmurdock]

thinking about nanami in casual clothes very heavily right now. a sweater and sweats that hang off him cause they're actually one size too large. you had overshot in the sizing when you bought them for him, but now it doesn't feel so much like a mistake, they suit him too well.

at first, he doesn't seem to catch on to why you become so attached to him when he's dressed more comfortably. doesn't see any sort of attraction in his hair being so tousled, the appeal of him stretching while in a loose shirt, or the charm of him still blinking sleep away as he brushes his teeth. you assure him that you still love him put together, but there's just something about him letting loose around you that makes you happy.

he lets you undress him when he gets home sometimes, a routine you eased him into slowly. when you first moved in it pained you to still see him in his suit or tie despite him having been home for some time. when things were worse, you would find him in the living room the next morning splayed on the couch and with hardly any time to take off his shoes.

your plan started slow, catching him at the door and loosening his tie as soon as you greeted him, trapping him at the entrance with conversation and enough affection to have him slightly spinning. it would at least get his coat off. other articles were slightly more difficult, but not impossible. his dress shirt often comes next, when he grows tired of your fleeting affection and finally catches you in a deeper kiss; your hands wander casually, leaving the nape of his neck and planting themselves on his hips. he lets you untuck his shirt with ease, too immersed in making sure you knew and felt how much he missed you.

when the two of you break away, he always looks much softer than when he walked in.

"let's take this off?" you offer, tugging at the hem of his shirt and guiding him toward the room. "i want you to be comfortable."

and he'll gruff and mutter and act releuctant, but follow nonetheless. he can't find himself denying anything when around you. "i'm well aware," he'll reply through a chuckle.

he chooses your favourites without being asked, sometimes will even pick based on what you're already wearing so that the two of you match. he knows it makes you happy, your smile wide when he comes to join you on the couch. the two of you might read separately or while the other watches something on the television. it didn't matter, as long as the both of you are tangled together and you can feel the sigh of relief that escapes his chest when he feels the weight of your head rest on his shoulder.

[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

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[should-be-sleeping]

Tough day today... and friendly reminder that being human is easier when we help each other.

I saw one of our neighbors, an older woman we sometimes talk to in passing, sitting outside of her house. I don't know what exactly made me look twice, but on second glance as we drove by I realized her walker was in the grass. She was otherwise just sitting there, like she had a thousand times before, so it would have been easy to assume she was fine and go on with my life as normal but something told me to go check in on her anyway.

She was not fine. She was the polar opposite of fine. Just diagnosed with terminal cancer not fine. No next of kin not fine. A veteran facing eviction from her house for missing rent while in the hospital not fine. In constant debilitating pain not fine. Only semi-lucid not fine. She was extremely alone not fine.

I thought, at most, she might be bored while unable to pick up her walker not fine. A five minute detour from my day not fine. A help her back into her house and say "see you later!" not fine. Instead I spent the last three hours with her because she was so scared and alone and no one should be alone.

We talked a lot while I was there. She's actually two years younger than my mom (who also has cancer but slightly better luck, I guess). I helped her into her house and got her a drink and we talked about what all is going on with her. None of it was good. I was as reassuring as I could be, but there's only so much of this I can actually help her with.

"Why did you come?" she asked through tears.

"Because you looked like you might need some help."

She called me an angel. I told her I was just doing my best. I told her that kindness should never be rare. That we should all try to make the world just a little bit better than it was.

She offered to pay me but I told her I was just there as a friend. Before today we were basically strangers. No need to repay me with anything other than her company, I assured her. She cried, a lot. I managed not to somehow. Something tells me she had needed to cry long before this but in being Strong she never had the chance to.

She needed to get her mail, which is a long walk when you're disabled because it is not at all handicap accessible (across a parking lot, over a bridge, across a small field). So I helped her get her mail. We stopped every three feet because her pain was so bad, but she was determined to be able to go do this with me and not just send me on an errand. I patiently stayed with her and reminded her, through her apologies, it was fine to take our time: there was a nice breeze and birds were singing. She appreciated this. She loves nature.

Halfway back she said she wanted to go to the pool. To put her feet in the water. She loves water, and has not been able to even see the pool in a month. Neither of us were dressed for swimming, but I took her to the pool anyway. There is a stair leading down to it, meaning she couldn't bring her walker, so I offered her my arm.

We went to the pool. She put her feet in the water and then, with more energy and enthusiasm than I'd seen the whole time, she jumped in. In her fancy dress! She was instantly ten years younger at least, clear and happy, floating in the sun. Dress and all. She grew up with a pool and had been on a swim team.

I sat by the edge of the pool while she swam, keeping her company and also making sure she was okay. When she got tired I took her back home and then had to help her get undressed and redressed. I made sure she felt no shame. Getting out of wet clothes is hard for anyone, let alone someone with like twenty pounds of tumors racking them with constant pain.

She was so fucking happy to have gone swimming.

She is trying to "make everything right" before she goes. Trying to repay her debt to society and her debts in general. She couldn't understand why the corporation that owns our houses wouldn't take her money. She was genuinely distressed -- not to be homeless on her deathbed but to not leave this world with a clean slate. I told her intent matters. She can only do her best.

This company not letting her repay her debt was their fault, not hers.

When I finally needed to go, I told her to let me know any time she needed a hand or just wanted company. She told me she was going to die tonight. I told her I hoped not, so I could see her tomorrow. I offered her a hug, we hugged and she sobbed for a solid ten minutes into my shoulder. I told her she was okay. That it was okay.

When I got home I cried myself, because I could not believe she was going through all of that alone. I cannot even imagine how isolated she must have felt. Once I pulled myself back together I sent her a text reminding her to reach out any time and I'd do my best to come over. Like, any time at all.

I hope she is here tomorrow.

[garoujo]

HOW LONG THEY LAST DURING NNN — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : scaramouche, diluc, childe, al-haitham + kazuha

♱ warnings — f!reader, how long they last during no nut november, teasing, degradation, some grinding, not proofread. / note. this is the last fandom 4 the nnn hcs ! hope u guys enjoy <3

・✶ ｡ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE — NOVEMBER 12TH

it was your idea at first and as much as scaramouche didn’t want to do it, you know you had him when you told him he probably wouldn’t be able to anyway — his pride not letting him back down from a challenge that he was so hellbent on winning. he was stubborn, would never let it known just how much you had an effect on him (even though you could tell) but when you had first proposed the challenge, you never told him it was going to be easy — afterall where’s the fun in that when you could up the difficulty with a little teasing. you’d be going without him too afterall.

scaramouche had done pretty good at avoiding you this far, brushing you off with grumbles under his breath — he wasn’t stupid, he knew that you were trying to get him to give in, so selfish despite the way this was all your idea in the first place. but he’s not as invincible as he may think, he still had his limits and with enough effort you noticed a few cracks were beginning to show.

“pathetic… could barely keep your hands off of me.. are you that eager for my touch?” scaramouche breathes unsteadily from where he’s sat at your side, eyes narrowed over at you as you palm and stroke at his clothed cock — deliberately pressing your hand against it when you’d leaned in to show him something and now he doesn’t want you to fucking stop. the almost smug look on your face makes his blood boil, but he’s much too consumed by the saccharine squeeze of your fingers around him to think up a snarky remark right now. instead you feel him throb before he chokes on a whine and lets you trace your fingers beneath his waistband. “barely two weeks in and you’re getting all worked up, hah—have you always been this weak? hmmfff—“

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR — NOVEMBER 18TH

kaeya had mentioned it to diluc in passing while he was at the tavern, drunkenly rambling on about how his dear brother is too whipped to stand a chance and your boyfriend is much too stubborn to let the cavalry captain rile him up — so he decides he’ll show him. he warns you in advance, makes sure to fuck you until you can barely walk the night before and it does take his mind off of it for a few days, that’s it though until his cravings for you return with a vengeance.

but diluc knew he was in danger when it comes to you, knows he can’t resist you which is exactly why he’s been taking up more shifts at angels share — coming home late at night with a press of his lips to your temple and leaves before you wake up with the exact same goodbye. he missed you, but he knows he wouldn’t stand a chance if he had you sending him those pretty looks that make him feel so fucking weak.

this is why diluc knows he’s fucked when you visit him at work, his cock already hard as soon as he catches a glimpse of you coming through the tavern door and he has to swallow the groan he feels kick at his chest when you blink at him over the bar. “did.. ugh, did he put you up to this?” he grunts as he presses you against the desk he has hauled up in the back room, his hips flush against yours as his large hands grab and rip at your clothes — so eager to undress you and ease the throb in his cock that only intensifies with every grind of his bulge into you. “it’s true, i can’t deny what you do to me afterall, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA — NOVEMBER 21ST

as if he would ever pass up an opportunity to test his limits, plus childe is always looking for an excuse to be able to tease you, and himself considering he’s told himself this’ll help him get stronger. he actually does a lot better than you thought, even goes as far as to make it harder for himself — letting his hands smooth along your body, touching something he knows he can’t have as he bites down on his bottom lip and feels his cock fucking leak against his slacks.

but maybe childe had gotten a little too cocky, worked himself up a little too much until he was wound up tight — particularly ruthless when it came to training new recruits or seeking out fights with whoever looks at him the wrong way. that’s when his facade had slipped, when he’d been particularly riled up after a fight — still high on adrenaline when he sends you a hooded look, one that’s still a little wild as he approaches you quickly, like he’s a wild animal who’s finally caught a glimpse of his pray.

“oh, come on now. aren’t you gonna beg?” childe grunts from where he’s pressing himself up against you — his chest flush against your back as he lets you feel the way his cock is uncomfortably throbbing between you both, begging for the much needed friction that he’s too eager to chase right now. “i’ve been quite formidable, don’t you think?” he’s breathing hard as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, rutting his hips into you while his hands squeeze at your hips. “so then amuse me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ AL-HAITHAM — 1ST OF DECEMBER

al-haitham lasts the whole month, if you were to ask him how he’d did it he’d probably drone on and on about the preparations he’d taken, the science behind it and how easy it was for him. but you know that he’s lying to some extent, even when he was pretending to be oh so focused on the book he was reading you weren’t blind. one quick look over your shoulder wouldve let you see the way his sharp gaze was only focused on your hips and ass, bulge prominent as he lays back in his seat with a low hum. “tell me now, is that all you’ve got?”

but as much as al-haitham was smart he was still human, and there was a few times he couldn’t help but fight the carnal urges to reach out and grind his cock against you — do anything to feel the tight squeeze of your cunt around him like he yearned. he’d made sure to fuck you a day before the challenge began, getting it out of his system before the inevitable purge but even just being in your presence had him in a constant state of being so fucking needy.

so you almost jump when al-haitham basically slams the door to your bedroom open just as the last day in november ends, his steps are heavy and he can feel the throb of anticipation straight through his cock as he approaches you — fingers gripping around your jaw to tilt your face to his before he’s kissing you fiercely. “well would you look at that, told you i could do it.” he grunts as he looms over you, already pulling at your clothes before his own follows — groaning with the slightest graze of his cock along your thighs. “well now sweetheart, i think i’ve earned a reward.. don’t you?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAZUHA KAEDEHARA — NOVEMBER 14TH

kazuha honestly didn’t think he’d be able to do it, he was entirely addicted to you and your cunt but the team were placing bets and he’d been a little tipsy when he’d agreed and didn’t want to be the first one to lose afterall. but it’s just as hard as he imagined it would be, he can barely even look at you without his gaze becoming heavy, cock twitching and begging for him to reach out to touch you, to have you and take you like he desires but he also can’t stand the chuckles from the surrounding crew.

that is until you’re finally both alone for the first time in two weeks, kazuha had went out of his way to make sure this didn’t happen but he couldn’t stand not giving you the attention you deserved, it only taking a particularly pretty look from you to have him crumbling. but he should’ve known this would be the outcome when you decided to take your place pressed up against his side, arms wrapped around his waist so tight he can barely breathe — but that’s probably due to how much he needs to cum right now.

“now would be the best time to rest well.” kazuha breathes, low and ragged as his chest expands with each inhale he takes and he’s sure you must be able to tell the effect you’re having on him right now. but his words only seem to draw you closer, your fingertips resting against his thigh to squeeze at the skin — close enough to have his hips twitching before he whimpers and clenches his jaw. “ah.. i see, you are relentless.” your fingertips only crawl closer and he can’t stop the way his hand rests over yours instinctively to hold you there, letting you palm and stroke at his cock before he cums in his pants with a long and low whine.

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[rubra-wav]

Vox brainrot entry #1

(Part 2 fic)

A/N: I've been thinking about this all morning, and I want to talk about it and it's driving me crazy. I've never really ever shared anything like this ever, so I'm a bit nervous haha

CW: 18+ SFW - NSFW (marked as such), spying/voyeurism, gn reader

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is not to be applied to any real context. If someone is like this IRL, that is not okay.

- This man definitely watches you through whatever technology you have, and I refuse to believe anything less.

- In some fics, I've seen the reference to him spying on people through cameras but I mostly see it in yan AU fics where he is doing it to intentionally try to control and manipulate them. I think instead he does it because he's a pathetic simp. 💀

- Vox seems like he would be very much against directly pursuing anyone for romantic relationships due to how insecure he is underneath all of the egotistical bullshit he puts out at all times. This imo would manifest as also having a severe fear of rejection - especially if he does manage to get romantic feelings for someone else.

- Due to this, he spends a borderline obsessive amount of time watching the person he's attracted to without their permission as he's too chicken shit to seem *too interested* in them by actually asking them about their interests and things about yourself.

- At first it's just very rarely watching you - mainly after meeting up with you to see how you are after. He wants to see if you are happy or if you secretly hate the time you spend together with him because he is insecure as shit.

- It gradually becomes more and more frequent the more he falls for you, until it's a pastime watching what you're doing.

- He learns what your favourite things are, what you hate, what you do in your spare time, who your friends are, who your family are, etc. Etc. He knows just about everything you do in your free time.

- He will then use this information to try to get closer with you in everyday life.

- If you ask how he knows he will respond like he's just 'that good' at knowing what you like. You don't miss the way he starts sweating slightly as he's further prodded though.

- After you prod him for more on the subject he's going to be sitting in slight horror with his hands covering his face the second you leave.

NSFW starts below

- It also begins to extend to watching everything as well the more desperate he gets.

- For a while, he refuses to continue to watch you if you start to take your clothes off as he feels like that's crossing the line even with his tendencies.

- But a mixture of his desperation and craving to see that gets to him.

- The first time he watches you get undressed, he's flustered as all hell, brain telling him to switch the feed off while the other part of himself is absolutely screaming in excitement over seeing your naked skin slowly being revealed to him.

- It becomes an extremely shameful tendency after that as he begins to watch more and more as it drives him absolutely wild.

- I just have the mental image of him sitting in his studio after-hours and watching you pleasure yourself while he does the same. Him being embarrassed as hell, filled with self-loathing about it, but still desperate to continue watching you arching and letting out whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

- I feel like if he saw you after these sessions he'd not be able to hold it together as well as he usually does when you pry into something to do with him secretly spying upon you. He'd be smiling a tense smile, little animated sweat drops on his face along with light blue flush across his cheeks as he stutters with glitches while being questioned about why he was acting up.

- Giving you bullshit reasons in his normally cocky tone that were so obviously bullshit you don't even need to squint at them to tell.

- If you pry into it he may just start error-ing.

Someone needs to put me down about him.

- Afterwards, he'd probably be mortified in private. I can see him laying face down while blue screening on the floor of his room out of embarrassment whining with his ego in tatters about failing so badly to fully keep his 'extra-curriculars' under wraps in front of you.

[judessangel]

thief

jude bellingham x f!reader

a/n: aahh i love yall smm thanks for the support :) this is so short for today i have to study all day so i won't be able to post so im so sorry 😞 bytheway im talking about the hoodie in the gif!!

summary: jude comes home from a tiring interview, taking a peaceful and relaxing warm shower. only to find his clothes stolen from his girlfriend who keeps denying it.

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jude had just returned home from a nerve-wracking interview. his heart was still racing as he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. you were waiting for him with a warm smile. you could see the exhaustion and stress on his face and immediately pulled him in for a hug.

"how was it?" you asked, rubbing his back soothingly.

jude let out a sigh and pulled away. '"i dont know. i think it went well, but it's hard to tell," he replied, running a hand through your hair.

you could see that he needed to relax, so you suggested that he take a shower while you make him his favourite tea. jude gratefully accepted and headed straight for the bathroom.

as he undressed and stepped into the shower, a sense of relief washed over him. the warm water cascading over his body helped to ease the tension in his muscles. he closed his eyes and let out a content sigh

after his shower, jude wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to the bedroom. he couldn't help but notice that his clothes were missing from the bed where he had left them. he furrowed his brows in confusion and asked you "babe, do you know where my clothes went?"

your heart skipped a beat. you had been so caught up in your plan that you had forgotten about judes clothes you stole while he was showering. you quickly replied, "no, i dont know. maybe you left them in the bathroom?"

jude nodded suspiciously but didn't push the matter.he quickly grabbed some other clothes from his closet and put them on.

later that day while you were in the shower now, jude couldnt help but feel curious about the missing clothes. he decided to take a look around the apartment to see if he could find them. beacuse theres no way they could've disappeared.

he eventually made his way to your closet and began to sift through your clothes. suddenly, he came across his favorite sweater that he had left on the bed earlier. jude furrowed his brows in confusion. he knew for a fact that he hadn't put it in your closet.

just then, you walked out of the bathroom in fresh new clothes. you saw jude standing in front of your closet and your heart dropped. you quickly tried to come up with an excuse, but jude beat you to it.

"why is my sweater found in your closet?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

your mind raced as you tried to come up with a believable story. but as you looked into jude's eyes, you could see that he already knew the truth.

"i dont know. maybe you left it in there when you went showering?" she suggested, trying to play it cool.

Jude raised an eyebrow at her. "and why would i leave MY clothes in YOUR closet?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest curiously.

your eyes widened in guilt. you knew you had been caught. you nervously fidgeted with your fingers as jude took a step closer to you.

"love, ’t's okay. you can tell me the truth. i wont be mad, y’know that." jude said, his voice softening.

you finally looked up at him. he was much taller than you, and you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. you let out a sigh and confessed, " ’kay, fine. i may have taken your clothes..."

jude couldn't help but chuckle at your confession. he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "you don't have to steal my clothes, love. you can keep them anytime you want," he said, placing a hand on her cheek and stroking it.

your heart swelled with love for this man. you knew you were lucky to have him in your life. you smiled up at him and said, "thank you, but, what about the sweater?"

jude laughed and put the sweater back in her closet. "you can keep it. it probably looks better on you anyway,'

he said with a failed wink.

[papercorgiworld]

The Death Eater Drabbles 2:

Cuts and bruised egos

Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

Read part 1: Untie me.

You have to take care of your prisoner, which means spending time together.

Find part 3 here

You had been staring at a wiggenweld potion for over 30 minutes contemplating on whether or not to use it to heal your prisoner. You were short on ingredients, so you normally only used it for really bad injuries. And since your new housemate was still complaining and not crying of pain you really had no right to offer him the healing potion. However, you were really not looking forward to cleaning him up and healing every injury. It demanded that you stay in the same room for longer than 5 minutes and not just that you had to sit close to him. Thankfully he was still tied up.

Urgh, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mattheo Riddle

His legs were dangling on the bedside as he lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, but as soon as he heard you enter he sat up. “Here to give me my bath?” He asks with a smug smile. You sigh but make your way over and sit next to him. Mattheo’s eyes land on the bowl of warm water and the small towel you’re holding. He wants to say something snappy, but at the same time his face and torso are really hurting. So he keeps quiet and watches you dip the tip of the towel in the water. You try to clean off the blood without reopening the cuts or pushing too hard on the bruised skin. When you see him clench his jaw you immediately pull away. “I’m sorry, I’m almost done.” His eyes never meet yours and he simply forces a smile. “It’s nothing.” You stare at him sympathetically, not buying into his tough act. After a few more soft touches his face looks better. “You have a few small cuts, but they will heal on their own.”

You get up and want to head for the door when he urgently gets up as well, startling you. You watch him as he clearly searches for words, but he just clenches his jaw again. “Nothing.” Is all he says and sits back down on the bed. It’s then that you notice him wince in pain. You press your lips together. Why do I feel so bad for him? “Where does it hurt?” You ask and he looks up. Mattheo just shakes his head. “I’m fine.” You roll your eyes and put the bowl of water on the nightstand before sitting down next to Mattheo. “Right you’re so tough you don’t get hurt or don’t feel pain.” You mock him and he’s clearly annoyed with you. But before he can open his mouth your hand is already on his chest and slides down. When you press down on the sensitive spot on his side a painful hiss escapes him. He curses himself for being so vulnerable. “That’s your good mate, Harry’s work.” You’re a bit shaken by the anger in his voice. “Shouldn’t ‘ve picked a fight with him.” He looks at you, but you avoid his gaze and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. “Not like I had a choice.”

You look up and his dead and angry eyes lock with yours. “You must really enjoy this?” Mattheo snaps with venom dripping from his words. “No I don’t, but I bet most girls would pay money to undress you.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seems to be a success as Mattheo’s death glare falls. You’re done with the last button and examine the bruise on his side. “Nothing a simple healing spell can’t fix.” You pull out your wand and make the bruise fade. “Do you take such good care of all your prisoners?” You smile pleased that he’s calmed down. “You’re my only prisoner.” You answer as you get up. “Sounds like marriage to me.” You narrow your eyes at his horrible joke. “How about I get you some clean clothes?” His signature smirk is back on his face as he watches you leave. Oh please, (y/n), don’t be so nice to me, I might never wanna leave.

Theodore Nott

Theo lay on the bed and was resting his eyes, but when he heard the key flick his eyes flung open. “Missed you.” He quips with amusement ringing in his voice. He rolls to his side. You snort and go to sit on the bed. “I’m here to check your injury.” You push him back on his back. “Going to undress me, this is getting interesting.” Your lips form a line as you shake your head. “Don’t get your hopes up, Nott.” You unbutton his shirt and as expected a large cut stretched over his torso. “I won’t be able to heal it at once, but I’ll do my best to ease the pain.” His smirk fades as he watches you gently dip a towel in warm water to slowly clean off the blood. He winces in pain a few times. “I’ll be done soon.” You reassure him. Theo just huffs, an arrogant grin on his face. “I’ve had worse.” You look at him with a disapproving look. “That’s not something to be proud of.” Once the cut is cleaned you use a spell to heal it a bit and to bantage him.

Theo watches you as you clean the slightly bloodied water with one flick of your wand. “Okay, now let me look at that face.” As you reach for his cheek he pulls away. “It’s not that bad.” You sigh and roll your eyes. “Let me at least check. Otherwise you might end up scared.” Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Don’t you women love a man with a scar?” You let out a laugh. “I guess having a scar can be sexy, but trust me your pretty face already has a few small scars and that’s sexy enough for you.” You lean a bit over him and start cleaning his face. It wasn’t that bad, but it’s definitely better with all the blood gone. “You’re really taking good care of me, especially since I’m your enemy.” He suddenly blurs out, instantly regretting it. You look him in the eyes and give him a soft smile. “You decided to be my enemy, but I never chose to be yours.” You carefully push some of his messy hair out of his eyes. He pulls his face away from you. “You made a choice too.” He says bitterly. “Attacking people is a choice, Theo, but protecting the people I love that’s not a choice, that's just my duty.” Theodore just stares holes into your skull. “That’s a hollow argument, things are never that easy.” Your eyes linger over his bandaged torso. “You’re probably right.” You turn your eyes back to his face and force a sweet smile. “Anyways you look a lot better.” Theo nods softly. “Thank you.” His sincerity touches you. “Now, let me look, maybe I can get you some clean clothes.” I never wanted to be your enemy, (y/n), I never chose that.”

Enzo Berkshire

Enzo was sitting on the bed while leaning against the frame. When he sees you enter he jumps to his feet. “Change your mind?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You smile at his playfulness. “No.” You say and you give him a soft shove so he lands on the bed. “Your actions are giving me different signals. Pushing someone on a bed is clear language to me.” A giggle rolls over your lips and Enzo watches you with admiration. “I’m here to check on the cuts and bruises on your face.” You sit down next to him and push a few strands of his hair aside. You frown as you see one particular deep cut above his right eyebrow. “Hermoine is merciless. She slammed my face into a wall twice.” You don’t look at him as you dip a towel into a bowl of warm water. “Maybe you shouldn’t have attacked them in the first place.” You state as you softly swipe the towel against his face. “It was three against one. I thought that if I surprised them I could get away. I swear I wasn’t really trying to kill them.” You pull away for a moment to watch his expression trying to figure out if he was being truthful. You keep quiet not really knowing what to say. If he was indeed outnumbered he was probably scared.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” Enzo speaks up as you start cleaning the gaping cut near his eyebrow. You simply give him a smile. When you suddenly pull out your wand Enzo jumps a bit. “No worries, I’m going to heal you so you aren’t left with any scars.” He lets out a sigh of relief and you tap your wand against his head healing him. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t try to escape.” You say while you put your wand away. Enzo offers you a bright smile. “It’s like I’m in heaven. I’ve got a soft bed and a pretty girl taking care of me. What more can I ask for.” “Maybe some fresh clothes?” Enzo nods and watches you leave in awe. Heaven.

Draco Malfoy

You walk in and Draco huffs in annoyance. He had been pacing around the room in frustration. “Ready for part two of our bad date?” You say referring to his earlier comment in an attempt to lighten the mood. A foul look appears on Draco’s face. “For your own sake let me just check your injury and heal you.” He narrows his eyes at you weighing his options. “Fine. But don’t jab your brute fingers between my ribs again.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “How about you drop the attitude and I won’t jab.” He ignores you and reluctantly takes a seat on the bed. Draco watches you carefully as you work your way down every button. “This is straight up embarrassing.” You raise a questioning eyebrow at Draco. “You, undressing me while I’m tied up.” He explains with a harsh tone. You roll your eyes. “Trust me, Malfoy, undressing ‘you’ wasn’t on my bucket list either.” “You probably prefer Potter then? A bit cheap for you isn’t he?” Your eyes fling up in anger, ignoring his half undone shirt that your fingers are still working on. “No, Harry is just my friend. But he’s not cheap. And honestly, I hate rich kids like you.” Your boiling frustration reaches its peak when the last button of his shirt won’t budge. In anger you accidentally rip his shirt. Draco’s eyes widen and embarrassment washes over you. “Sure, says the girl that literally tore my shirt off.”

If looks could kill you would be burying Draco instead of healing him. When he finally drops his arrogant smirk your death glare falls as well. You inspect the bruises on his side and he watches you in silence, adoring your beautiful features. “A quick healing spell and you should be all better.” You announce before pulling out your wand. “Don’t screw this up.” You simply narrow your eyes at him and cast the spell. “I feel better, you did well, I’m impressed.” Draco says in an attempt to sound grateful. You sigh, but refuse to get into another argument. Draco is disappointed by the fact that you aren’t entertaining him with snappy retorts anymore. He really doesn’t want you to leave so soon already. “This was an expensive shirt and you tore it.” You roll your eyes, but look at his bare upper half. You couldn’t leave him like this. “Alright, I‘ll see if I can find you a new shirt.” He nods and forces out a hesitant ‘thanks’ before you leave the room. Draco lets himself fall onto the bed. (Y/n), you can tear off my shirt anytime.

Blaise Zabini

You hadn’t properly set foot in the guest room and Blaise’s playful voice was already ringing in your ears. “Missed me?” You huff. “Not in the slightest.” He’s not convinced and continues grinning. “I’m here to fix up your face and make sure you don’t have any fractures.” Blaise stands up from the bed and walks towards you towering over you. “Just admit, (y/n), you missed me.” You reach for his face, gently stroking over the marks and bruises. Blaise’s playful smile drops. “Your friends would’ve never caught me if they hadn’t snuck up on me.” You frown, not impressed by his arrogant tone. “Pretty sure they said they stumbled into you by accident, not really the same as sneaking up on someone.” You push against his chest urging him to sit down on the bed. He complies, his eyes never leaving yours. “Harry is just trying to impress you.” A smile creeps up on your face. “Harry is trying to impress me? Sounds more like you’re trying to find excuses for being a sucky wizard.” Blaise immediately pushes himself up from the bed. “Am not!” You snicker at how easily he was offended. “Sit.” You command as you push him down again and pull out your wand.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to think I’m less of a wizard because they beat me in an unfair duell.” Blaise confesses and you stare at him for several seconds before looking down at your feet. “I don’t think less of you because you got caught, I just don’t trust you because you, you know, you joined him.” His lips part but no words come out. You offer him a sympathetic smile and get up heading for the door. “It’s complicated.” Blaise finally says and you turn around to look at him. “Yeah.” You whisper softly, understanding that it probably wasn’t his choice to get involved. As you look him up and down you notice how ragged his clothes are. “You really need some fresh clothes. I’ll be right back.” Much rather have a fresh start with you, but I’ll take the clothes.

[vhagarlovebot]

NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: you haven't consummated your marriage and your husband is the only one with an answer.

content warnings: +18, smut if you squint, a bit angsty, fluff, aemond being an insecure little baby.

note: if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

YOU MARRIED AEMOND TARGWRYEN four moons ago knowing that he had some issues. a lot of them. but the heart wants what it wants and yours has aemond’s name on it.

if you ask someone about aemond’s weakness, they would tell you he does not have one. but those who live in the red keep know that the prince weakness is his lady wife. and you know aemond would not hesitate on burning king’s landing and everyone in it if something happens to you. you’d never question is love for you.

however, you have been feeling sad and unattractive, so undesirable, for some time now. but at this point it’s not even about you.

today you did not see each other all day, not even at dinner. that’s why when your husband enters your chambers, he’s meet with you jumping on him, your lips immediately finding their way to his neck. but while you’re leaving hot and wet kisses on his pale skin, aemond does not know what to do. sure he can surrender to pleasure, but then what? of course he has kiss you before and you two have done other things. things that involve him rutting into you fully clothed, making a mess in his trousers but not letting you help when you happily and still hot volunteer to do it with your mouth.

he grabs you by the waist and pulls away, a hard expression on his face. “i’m not in the mood.” he simply says, walking away to start taking off his clothes for bed.

“don’t you find me attractive?” you fidget, bitting your lip and looking straight to the floor. “i-i mean we never… you never…” you shrug, the words not leaving your mouth even though you have a lot to say.

your husband stays silent and you think you have upset him, until he’s back in front of you, his hands grabbing yours and guiding you with him to the bed.

he sits with you between his legs. his touch soft and gentle goes up your arms, to your neck and stops on your cheeks, making you look directly into his eye. “there’s no more beautiful woman than you, my wife.” but there is no reaction from you and he knows this is all his fault.

the last time he tried to be with a woman, he ran out. to this day his older brother stills makes fun of him.

he sighs, he knows what he has to do and this time he’s not backing away. his right hand goes back to yours, this time guiding it to rest on the bulge between his legs. you blush and try to pull your hand away, but aemond won’t let you.

he’s shaking, his face with that light pink that tells you he’s nervous. and you want to make him feel better but you also want to know what is going on inside that pretty head of his.

you give his cock a light squeeze through his clothes and he groans, his forehead going to rest on your stomach while you jerk him out.

and so he starts talking. and he tells you about that time on his thirteenth name day, his first and last time with a woman. and why he has not been with one since then. all of them scared to see what’s under the eyepatch; scared of the crippled prince. he has heard the ladies talk about how handsome he would be if it were not for his missing eye, disgusted for having to see that thing while he fucks them.

aemond does not want you to go through that, he knows how disgusting he is.

he has tears in his eyes and you don’t know if it is for the pleasure your giving him or the awful things he’s saying. but you keep going, touching him through his trousers, sweet nothings whispered in his ear until he’s a trembling moaning mess clinging to you.

but you don’t stop there. you take your time to undress the both of you, kissing every new spot of skin on him that comes into view. you’re waiting to be stopped at any minute but he let’s you keep going until you’re both presenting yourselves bare in front of the other for the first time.

“i married you, did i not?” you sit on his lap and slowly start moving your hips, a low groan coming from him at that new sensation. "and it was my choice. i could have run away but i stay and you know why?" you swallow a moan by biting your lips, your hands going for his eyepatch. but aemond immediately stops you with the hand that's not in your waist. however, you brush it away and as you remove the last piece of clothing from him, you leave kisses along the scar.

when you look at him without his eyepatch for the first time you think about two things. the first one being wanting to find out who those ladies are, so you can have them remove from court at once. and the second one being how that sapphire suits him so well.

"because i love you as i have never loved anyone until now." you trace his scar, mesmerized by the gem. "and if you let me," reaching between your bodies, you guide his cock to your entrance. a moan escapes your lips as aemond's hips jerk up slighly, his hands gripping your waist. "i would like to show you how much i really love you, my dear husband."

[jenomov]

stepbrother!jeno x reader

smut, alcohol use

@jenosbigtoe

the loud thud heard from the front door awoke jeno from his deep slumber, making him groan and turn around to look at the time;

3:25am

he mumbles to himself how the dog should go to sleep and stop acting a fool, feeling his sleep state return as quick as it went.

3:37am

regardless of how you got inside your step brother's room, you smile from victory as you hiccup a few times before pulling his blanket off of his body. hic “jenoooo…” you feel him moving a little before sitting up, confused by you and your drunken state. “what the fuck? it’s 3am where have you been?” hic “i-i’ve missed hic you so much jenoooo…”

sure you were drunk, but you were home! why was he so pissed at you? you could feel how angry he was about how irresponsible you are, but really, that just made him hotter. “why didn't you call me to come pick you up?” “why didn’t you text me your location?” “what if something bad happened to you?” he would rant about how taxi drivers are dangerous these days and how you couldn’t trust anyone these days, how bars aren’t safe anymore, la la la… but you’d just be standing there wobbly, flustered and completely turned on at how protective he was of you. “are you even listening to me? this is fucking serious!” he whispered-yelled, truly annoyed at your ignorance. “a-are you my daddy?” you shook your head, “n-no i don't think hic so …”

jeno feels guilty at how cute you look. hearing you slur your words wanted to make him stuff his cock in your mouth to make you shut up, but held the urge to. after all, you guys are step-siblings right? he’d try to usher you to his bed to sit down so he can undress you and help you get into some more comfortable clothes so you could rest for the night, but truly, you had other plans.

you got on your knees and grabbed the strings of his sweats, wanting to feel his hot cock in your mouth. the more your hands touched him, the more you heard his breathing pattern change. you pouted when he slapped your hands away, halting your ministrations. “let go. you need to rest.”

“but jen…” hic “that’s enough, go to sleep- hey!”

you pulled his sweats down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock from his confines. he felt terrible and knew how wrong it was but the way you looked up to him with your drunken sleepy state and needy eyes on all fours…. he couldn’t resist.

you were getting drool and spit all over the floor from how messy you sucked his cock. at first, he grimaced because he just couldn’t believe his own stepsister is sucking him off, but filth overpowered everything else in that moment. you’re just so excited and giggly… drool was all over his knees and knees, you felt him push some of your hair to the side before seeing him taking a good look at your puffy eyes and lips, groaning at the sight. “god- it’s bigger than hic i thought jen…”

“oh y-yeah?”

boy was he going to be in for a long night.

[hxt1b]

"i knew the day i met you you'd be the one"

choso x reader 

These tiktoks and the amazing art had some hand in the inspo of this one. Choso / Sukuna. oh and maybe a little bit of this one too. i’m just gonna go ahead and add this link too. because it fits.

-> WC: 2.7k

-> CW: Motocross AU, older brother Sukuna, Sukuna and Choso do not get along, Sukuna is overprotective of you and Choso is possessive kinda, Yuji and Sukuna are separate-bodied individuals for this, and Sukuna is not in true form I mean this is a motocross au so… pwp, well some plot. smut warning [teasing, fingering, name calling {you: slut}, hair pulling, spanking, finger sucking, minor ass play, manhandling, penetration, choking. Idk if missed anything] 

-> A/N: oh my, I fucking hope this isn't shit, its kinda deprived and cracked but I hope you guys like it. Idk I feel like the ending could have been better, but still I don't think its completely terrible. Lastly please excuse any messed up grammar I tried my best. 

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prompt list for requests.

 -> request: "hi bestie

Could I have a piece on Choso and Sukuna with Prompts: #2 “Take it off” and #4”Move away from the door and let me have at him”?? Suggestive, fluff or even smut!! 

Thank you for taking the time to get to my request hehe I’m looking forward to it" @bts-sierra &lt;here you go babe>. 

Choso's hands were in your hair, under your shirt, sliding up your skirt. Rough fingers digging into soft skin, heated kisses pressed into oversensitive flesh that he'd just sucked on. Marks were already littering your upper chest, he had you half undressed with all your clothes still on. His thigh was in between your legs, your hips moving against him uninhibited. His body was pushing you into the wall, your hands pulling at his hair. 

Chose was everywhere, and you loved it. 

He moaned your name at the base of your throat, his hot breath lighting your skin on fire. You breathed a whimper in response as his left hand trailed down your stomach to your core. 

He didn't touch you, at least not where you wanted him to. He dragged deft fingers along your panties and over the apex of your thighs. You groaned bucking your hips at him. In response Choso sank his teeth into your collarbone, gently gathering the skin with his teeth and sucking, before licking at it with his tongue. You shivered your body arching into him. 

"You want my fingers?" He asked. 

You nodded. 

"Say it." He demanded. 

"I want your fingers, Choso." 

He hummed. Finally pushed your panties to the side and dragging this middle finger up your slit. "What do you want these fingers to do?"

His tone was light, mocking. His face drawn back taking in your features. Your head was tilted back leaning into the wall and you breathed heavily, your entire being worked up from the heated kisses and almost there touches. 

"Choso." You whined. 

"I need direction, darling." He breathed, his right hand settling on the wall beside your head. His head cocking to the side, his lips curled up into a smirk that had your cunt flexing about nothing. 

"Uh, please," you mumbled, "Fuck me with them."  

He hummed again, moving his middle finger in a slow circle around your clit. Before slowly sinking it into your heat. 

"Like this?" 

"More." 

"So greedy." But he added another finger. You moaned at his slow ministrations. 

"Fuck," you cursed as you curled your hands into the front of his shirt. He added a third finger, but his rhythm was still the same. Slow and agonizing. "Harder." You begged. 

Choso leaned his head closer to yours his lips brushing over yours. 

"What would your brother say if knew how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him, hoping your glare was registering. 

"Why would you-" 

Your words were cut off by a loud moan as he picked up his pace, his fingers curling into your sweet spot. It was mind-numbing, his thumb worked at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The wet sound filled the air around you mixing with your panting and his soft breathing. 

You moved your hand to the back of his head and tilted your face up to kiss him. He let you, his tongue instantly thrusting into your mouth. His hand left the wall and moved to the back of your head pulling you further into his kiss. His lips moved against your lips at a bruising rate. 

"You're fucking mine." He muttered. His fingers pulled your head back by pulling on your hair. 

You were close, Choso knew your body like the back of his hand, the two of you had been sneaking around behind Sukuna's back for almost half a year now. 

"Am I?" You taunted. 

Your body was coiled tight, Choso's fingers pumped in and out of you brutally now. He growled your name as you finally came apart on his fingers. He stayed with you for a couple more seconds working your over for your high before taking a step back from you, letting your body slump against the wall. His eyes narrowed at you as he licked his fingers clean. Your walls clenched at the action, and you let out an involuntary whimper. 

"Take it off." Chose commended lowly. "Take it all off." You quickly ripped your clothes off and moved to the bed. Chose pushed you down onto your stomach. You looked over your shoulder at him, your body shuddering as you took in his gaze, amused and full of lust. 

"So obedient for someone questioning if they're actually mine." 

You moved onto your hands and knees leaning your hips back so that you pressed into his hips. Moving against his still-clothed erection. You were fixed under his stare, coming apart for him slowly one day at a time while he pulled at your strings. 

You were his. You just never said it. 

He gripped your hips roughing, pushing you off his body. A rough smack landed against your ass causing you to cry out in shock. 

"You gonna question it again darling?" He asked his hand rubbing against the sting. 

You looked over your shoulder again, your lip caught between your teeth. 

"Last I checked I was nobodies." You taunted again. Choso narrowed his eyes again his nose flaring at your words as he breathed in deeply. You loved taunting him, it always, always, worked out in your favour. 

"Oh baby," He murmured, his fingers digging into your hips harder. "Start counting." With that he smacked you again, your body jolting forward as he did. 

You moaned and whimpered. "One."  

He soothed the sting again by rubbing your quickly heating skin before smacking your ass again, and again and again harder as he went switching hands until you were shaking and barely able to get your words out. 

"What was that he asked," After what you hoped was the last one. 

"T-ten" You tried again.

"Good girl." He finally praised, and you keened under the praise. 

He let go of you, "head on the pillow." He said and you dropped down, letting your ass hang in the air as you curled your arms around the pillow, your breath barely caught before Choso was on you again, his cock gliding through your folds and his hands gripping your ass cheeks pulling at them so he could watch his cock glide through your slick nudging your clit with each pass. 

"So wet for me." He groaned, and you moaned in response. Your brain was fogged, words probably wouldn't come for a while, not any that could make much sense anyway. 

Your whines were needy as he lined his cock up with your entrance, the pressure causing you to writhe against him. 

"Stay still." His fingers dug into you to keep you still as he slowly pushed in, pumping his cock slowly to get deeper into you. When his hips were seated against your ass, he let out a deep groan, letting his head fall back as he let himself take in the feel of your cunt clutching at his cock. 

"So perfect," he mumbled. "So fucking mine." He pulled back slowly before pumping back into you. Your hands clenched at the pillow case pulling at it. 

You were starting to feel like you couldn't handle it, you felt like you were gonna burst and he'd only just started. Moans and whimpers spilled from your lips, only stuttered by nonsense words and his name. 

Choso snickered at you as he set a rhythm, his hips gradually gaining momentum, his hand gripped at your hair and pulled your body up to his. Your back flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, as the other kept a grip on your hair. 

His hips met yours halfway as you thrust back into him. Your hands gripped his arm as your entire body was enveloped in a searing heat that pushed at your lungs as he tightened his grip on your throat. 

"You're doing fucking amazing, darling." Choso praised his lips brushing your ear. "My fucking slut. Taking my cock like you were made for me. Only me."  

He took your ear lobe into his mouth, sucking. Finally, he let up on your throat, letting you breathe easier. His hand left your hair, rounding your body and bringing two fingers to your mouth. 

"Suck." You instantly opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking, swirling your tongue around the two digits. He pulled his fingers from your mouth without warning before pushing you back into the bed roughly. His thrusts faltered for a second as he gripped at your ass again. His fingers circled your other hole dragging louder moans out of you as he did so.

He laughed at your reaction. "Yeah, baby I know you love this." He said and slowly sank a spit-soaked finger into you. The stretch stung but you couldn't come up with anything but whined moans. Your hips still pushing back against him. You were becoming desperate for release your body was prickling with desire and overwhelmed by Choso. 

He pumped his finger once, twice before leaving it still and picking pace with his hips. Your hips stilled at his actions his free hand holding you in place as he rutted against you. The tight knot in your stomach finally snapped spreading pins prickling all over you. Your ears rang, your eyes shut tight, your hands ripping at the sheets as you convulsed around his cock. 

He was moaning loudly, his hips still snapped into you as he chased his high. You could tell he was close from how frantic he was becoming, your orgasm was still seething through you when he came inside you. His cum coating your walls. 

He removed his hands from you, falling over you on the bed, his arms bracketing your head. 

"Fuck me." He muttered, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder and then the side of your face, urging you to turn into him so he could kiss you on the lips. You obliged and he softly kissed your mouth drawing your tongue against his. 

"Say it." He muttered, his voice low. Your brain wasn't working, his cock was still inside you and you were still squirming against him despite how spent you felt. 

Choso groaned lowly and pushed his hips into you to keep you still. 

"Fuck, darling. Say it." He was almost whining. "Say you're mine." 

He bit at your jaw, nipping at your skin over and over again. Your head was still spinning, and maybe that's why you said it because, in a regular state of mine, you wouldn't have or at this point maybe you would have you couldn't say. 

"I'm yours." And you were. He kissed you again, his mouth hot against yours as he kissed you deeply, almost like he was sucking your being into him. Molding you both into one. 

Slowly he pulled out of you and went into his bathroom bringing back a wet town to clean you up. When he was done he slipped back into the bed next to you pulling you into him. 

"Aren't you racing in an hour?" You asked. Fucking you was a part of his pre-race ritual. Choso nodded, raking a hand through his hair 

"Yeah, but I have time for this." He said pulling you impossibly tight against his body. You sighed and snuggled in, because why not? It was a soft moment and those were rare, although not as rare as a couple of months ago but still you wouldn't call them frequent. 

Your name being hollered loudly startled you. Choso tightened his grip on you. Loud banging followed the yelling and you let out a deep breath. 

Sukuna. 

"This was a long time coming," Choso muttered reluctantly letting go of you. You panicked internally moving out of the bed quickly. Sukuna was unstable at best and psychotic at worst, you grabbed a shirt and pulled it over your head. Choso pulled on sweats and you rushed through his apartment to the door before he could get there. 

They did not need to get into a fistfight before a race. 

You hesitated at the door and glanced behind you to see Choso leaning against the wall across his front door. He nodded at you to open the door. Your brother was still banging on it like a mad man screaming your name probably scaring everyone in the building. 

"Sukuna-" 

He growled your name taking a step into the apartment, but you pushed him back into the hall. He glared down at you taking in your attire. His eyes flared, his anger on full display. 

"What the fuck are you wearing? Look at you, What the fuck. I have been looking for you for two hours." 

"Sukuna -" You tried again.

"No, Move away from the door and let me have at him.” He demanded shoving you out of the way. You gripped at his shirt and pushed him back again, he growled over your head at Choso who was at your back. They were both a head taller than you, Choso just an inch taller than your brother. 

"What the fuck are you doing with my baby sister you fucking freak?" Your brother growled. You opened your mouth to reply but Choso cut you off. His hand resting on your hip as he leaned over you towards your brother. 

"What do you think?"

Your head snapped up at Choso, the smug look on his face sending a shock of anger through you. 

Sukuna's breathing deepened before he turned an angry look at you, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist pulling you towards him, but Choso was still holding you, his arm now wrapped around your entire waist.

"You motherfucker. This is your revenge, right? For the fight with Yuji." Sukuna's grip on your wrist tightened as you struggled against them both. 

"Maybe," Choso replied. You fumed. Why was he acting like this, like you were just an object of play for the both of them? Your brother and Yuji got into a fight a week ago, your brother had broken the boy's nose. But you'd been with Choso far longer than that so his act was grating on you. 

"I'm going to rip you to shreds," Sukuna growled. Choso just laughed. 

"I'd like to see you try." 

"Step out from behind my sister you bitch." 

"Gladly," Choso said and moved you to the side. 

"Stop." You cried out as Sukuna swung at Choso. Choso ducked and grabbed the front of Sukuna's shirt ramming his fist into his nose all in the same breath. 

Your brother swore loudly as the bone cracked under Choso's knuckles. You cursed before stepping into the mess and pulling your brother away from Choso. 

"That was for Yuji you dumb bitch. Your sister and I have nothing to do with you." Choso grumbled and turned away from the both of you. His words warmed inside you, and you wanted to laugh at how fickle your emotions could be. A couple of words from this man and you went from seething to swooning. 

Sukuna lunged for Choso's back but you stepped in the way. 

"Okay okay," You said in a calm voice. "Lets get you a towel." 

"No fuck you." He grumbled and shoved you away from him. His hand cradled his broken nose. "You know I fucking hate him so what the fuck are you doing?" 

He was glaring down at you, his amber eyes shifting from your face to Choso's back. 

"Wel-" 

Choso cut you off, his body slanting back towards you and your brother. "Like I said Sukuna, she and I have nothing to do with you. Get that through your big-ass fucking ego. I hate you. But her-" 

He cut himself off, and you were thankful. Whatever he was gonna say was going to be the first time it was going to be said and hearing it in front of your brother was not the way you wanted to hear it. 

Sukuna grumbled and looked down at you still pissed. 

"Get fucking dressed. We're leaving." 

"No, I'm not going with you." You replied sternly. 

"Yes, you are. I'm not fucking asking." 

"You don't own me Sukuna." 

"Fuck,-" 

"Just go," Choso said, his eyes gliding over you, "I'll see you after the race." You blinked at him, his eyes shining at you, his lips curved into a smile. As if to say, you were his anyway, going with your brother right now didn't change that. It just pacified Sukuna's tantrum. 

~ hxt1b feb 9, 2024

[blingblong55]

Funny Feeling -141

Photo credit: @ave661 (left)

A/N: König will be done in the next post, I'm sorry I couldn't add him to this one..

Not a request but my own need for this:

141&Konig find out (same time as you do) that you have PCOS. You of course are sad because of the fertility issues and all the problems this condition brings, but not to worry, your partner is here to help and uplift you.  ---- F!Reader, reader with pcos, fluff, angst, comfort, established!realtionship, tw: self worth issues ----

A/N: I needed comfort and well I figured you might too so.. here's this

"All the signs point to yes, the way you have given me a description and the tests we ran," the doctor breaks the news. "This can't be right? Maybe there was a mistake?" Your hand holding onto your husband's hand. "It's PCOS, ma'am." You shook your head. You read every article, and watched every video, and even though you said your signs must be for something else, here you are. 

"What does this mean for her?" your husband asks, knowing you are just trying to find yourself in the void you've been pushed to. "Well it can mean a lot of things, for example..." the doctor's voice fades. Your eyes are on that desk, the lighting of the room only making this news worse. Tears form in your eyes. What does this mean? No family, no picket fence, and Sunday walk with your kids. 

You wanted to cry and argue against the results but it's all there in that paper. Your heart breaks and you grip his hand again. 

The ride home was silent, he knew it was best this way. You thought of it all, the giggles, the drawings on the wall, the stained clothes, and the staying up late that you'll never get to do. 

"We're home," he mentions softly, his hand on yours again as you are lost in thought. All you can do is get out of the car and walk inside. You know it's wrong to push him away but it's the only thing that feels right. Your emotions are all over the place. You feel more disgusted with yourself. The hair that's growing on the chin and chest, the stupid periods you've missed, the weight gain, the way you look around and see everyone building your families and you, sitting in a bathroom, undressed as you look at the weight and wished you were 'better'. 

John Price: 

The first thing he does is leave you alone. He doesn't know how it feels, however, he knows that if he were in your place, he'd too need some time alone. He knows one thing, if the places were changed, you'd be doing something to make him cheer up, anything. "My love, I'm going out for a few minutes, you need me, I'm a phone call away." he kisses your forehead but when you refuse to let him kiss your soft skin, he sighs and walks away. 

They say, to be loved is to be known and he knows you all too well. So, he goes to every store in town, looks for that one book you've been looking for, and then, there it is, the flowers, the takeout and the one blanket you eyed for a little too long when shopping with him. 

Meanwhile, in the small bathroom, you lie down. Eyes on the ceiling as you feel yourself cry once more. Stupid, stupid, stupid body of mine. Why must this be your place? Why can't you give him the one chance at happiness? One kid at least, two at best and a stupid family dog that could be running around during family walks. 

"I hate you-"

"Love? Hey, open up, I'm home," he says as he knocks on the door of the bathroom. "Go away-"

"Not happening, open up my sweetheart, let me show you everything will be alright," his voice was so soft and gentle. 

Once he finally has you in his arms, guiding you to the cosy living room, he covers your eyes and smiles. "We'll talk about this all later but for now, let me release some stress."

"But-"

"Love, no. I'm not letting you think that just because of this condition you are less than any other woman out there. You are so much more than just someone who can give me children. You are this incredibly funny, smart and seriously kind person. You're my girl, nothing changes that, kids or not. Now, let's eat, watch some film I found and then, we'll stay up and talk about today." 

Simon Riley: 

You've been in the bedroom, looking at the pictures your siblings have sent you of your nieces and/or nephews. Their little giggles, the silly little things they do when they get annoyed when not solving a small puzzle. Tears form in your eyes. "Lovie, I got the bath- Lovie?" His voice was softer than ever. He recognizes that frown and the only thing he can do is walk to you, wrap his arms around you and give you a tight hug. His lips meet your forehead. "I feel broken like there is something very wrong with me," you confess as small tears fall. "You're not broken, lovie," he whispers. 

"Well, it feels like I am, everything is wrong with me, I feel disgusted with myself."

He shakes his head, "If there is one thing I've learned is that even if you feel like you are completely worthless, it's a temporary thing. At the end of the day, you are much more than being the one I have a family with. So what if we can't have sleepless nights? You're not here to just be a mother. And, if we want kids, I'm sure we'll adopt or maybe we can search for other stuff- the point here is, you are much more than serving as some womb for our kids." 

He kisses picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Now, let me take care of you, okay? You do it for me when I come home and it's time you get treated the same." 

One thing with him is that he shows you his true love, admiration and excitement with acts of service. He won't directly tell you all his emotions but his actions do tell you all you need to know. As you lay back on the tub, he grabs your hand and kisses it. "Everything will be alright, I promise you that much," he smiles and slowly scrubs your body, the feeling of the bubbles and warm water soothe you. 

Kyle Garrick: 

It's bizarre. The rain pitter-pattered against the windowpane as you sat curled up on the sofa, your thoughts a whirlwind of worry and frustration. Today had been one of those days where everything seemed to spiral out of control. To be diagnosed with this condition had hit you out of a tidal wave, and left you feeling overwhelmed and uncertain about the future. Why must you be this way?

Kyle, your ever-supportive husband, noticed the heaviness in your demeanour the moment he stepped through the door. Droplets of rain clung to his jacket as he approached you, concern etched on his features. "Y/N, love, are you alright?" he asked softly, kneeling beside you. He knows you, that weak smile falters almost immediately. "It's a lot to take in," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Kyle wraps his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. "I know, darling. But you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together, okay?" he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

You nod, feeling the weight of his words anchor to the present moment. You lean into his warmth, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the rain outside. 

For the rest of the evening, Kyle made it his mission to care for you in every way he could. He brewed your favourite herbal tea and fetched the cosy blanket to wrap you in it. He listened attentively as you, for so long, poured out your fears and frustrations. In between doubt, he offered words of reassurance. 

As the evening goes on, he notices how the weight of your diagnosis left you with a burden. He can see the sadness etched into your features, the worry lines creasing your forehead as you sit and stare into the distance. "Love, what's on your mind?" he asks softly, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand. 

You let out a heavy sigh, and your shoulders slump as you face him, "I just can't shake this feeling off, babe," you admit to him once more, that soft voice of yours tinged with sadness. "It's a lie no matter what I do, this stupid condition will always be a part of me." Tears well in your eyes. 

His heart aches at the sound of defeat in your voice, but he refuses to let your despair consume not just you but him as well. With a tender smile, he cups your cheek, brushing away the stray tear with his thumb. How can you tell someone you want to listen to and understand them? How can you show love for them when they can't even accept love for something they can't control?  

"Y/N, listen to me," he says firmly, his gaze unwavering. "This condition doesn't define you. It's just one part of who you are, love. And it certainly isn't your fault." 

You blink back tears, your throat tightening with emotion. "But it feels like...like I'm broken," your voice barely above a whisper. He shook his head, his expression softening with understanding. "You aren't broken, Y/N. Not even in the slightest," he insists, his voice laced with conviction. "You are this strong, beautiful and capable of so much more than you realise. And I will be here every step of the way, holding your hand through it all."

With that, Gaz pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if to shield you from pain. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, pouring all his love and reassurance into the simple gesture. At that moment, surrounded by his unwavering love and support, you felt a flicker of hope ignite in you. 

In the days that followed, he was your constant support and encouragement. He researched PCOS tirelessly, eager to understand your condition better and help you navigate the complexities. He accompanies you to doctor's appointments, holding your hand through every moment. He also made small challenges to not just your lifestyle but his. New healthier habits, medication, self-help books and moments of joy filled your life with him. 

John "Soap" MacTavish:

The soft glow of the bedside lamp, once you reach the bedroom, casts a warm ambience in the room as you sit on the edge of the bed, your mind clouded with worry and uncertainty. You stare blankly at the floor, thoughts consumed by this condition. It felt as though the world had turned upside down in an instant, leaving you lost and vulnerable. 

Johnny, your steadfast husband, watched you with concern from his place beside you. He could see the turmoil written in your eyes. Without a word, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, offering a silent anchor in this storm. 

You squeeze his hand tightly, seeking solace in the warmth of his touch. "What am I now, Johnny?" you confess. "It's like... everything I thought I knew about myself has been thrown into question."

Johnny's heart ached, he can't let you suffer alone, not like this. "You don't have to deal with this alone, bonnie," he kisses the top of your hand. "We're in this together, remember?"

You nod, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know, but... it's just so hard," your voice trembles with emotion. It's not love if they leave during something so hard, they say. It's unconditional love when they stay, I say. 

"I know it's hard, bonnie. But I also know how strong you are," he gives you a small smile. "You are much more than this diagnosis." It's beautiful, how in the middle of this heartache, he still gives you this funny yet warm feeling. "And I will be here every step of the way, supporting you, comforting you, and loving you with all that I am," he promises.  -----

A/N: If you have this, I'm always here, it's okay to sometimes rely on others. This isn't something to be ashamed about<3

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[atoriid]

There’s a thief among us

-flash fic-

summary: Half of your closet has been missing…who could it possibly be?

incl.: Hint of established relationship, pet names, crack, implied male reader, but could be viewed as gender neutral reader, time stamp!: before shit went down bad

pairing/s: Gojo Satoru x male reader, Gojo Satoru x gn reader

warning/s: none

note: it was supposed to be a smol drabble but uh it got too long for that whoop!

It seems like there’s a thief in the dorms. The evidence was indisputable, seeing as almost half of your closet is empty. You searched through your hanged clothing looking for your uniforms. !!!Multiple sets, gone!!!

“What the heck-” You began to rummage through your drawers. “What?”

Your drawers were also half empty. “Even the underwear drawer?!”

“What the hell is going on??” You scratched your head trying to remember if you recently did your laundry and forgot to fetch it? You looked all over your room, examining every corner anywhere your clothes could’ve ended up at.

None

“Well damn…” You breathe out a defeated sigh, hands in a praying position. “Yaga-sensei, I am extremely sorry in advance.”

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You ran into Geto on your way to your classroom, he raised a questioning eyebrow, looking at you up and down. “Dude, why are you-”

“Not in uniform?” Your eyes reflected someone who’s clearly defeated. “Geto…I think there’s a thief in our midst.”

“Ha?” You placed your hand on his shoulder for dramatic effect.

“Gege, half of my closet is missing.” To your irritation, Geto burst out laughing. “Geto Suguru! I’m serious! Half of my closet’s missing!”

The bitch continued to laugh. “Geto! Stop it! I’m miserable here!”

Geto shook his head, amused by your misery. “Fine, fine, it is so unfortunate your clothes are gone.”

You glared at him, suspicion clear on your face. “You know something…”

“Dude, you're the only one that’s in the dark.” He snickered as he slid open the classroom door.

“Whad ya meannn??” You followed him inside and then closed the door; at first, you only saw Shoko sitting in her chair reading some magazine. “Shoko! Be careful, some pervert took my clothes! Even my underwear!”

“Oh? How unfortunate…” She nonchalantly flipped a page.

“Shoks! Not you too!”

Sighing, Shoko took her eyes off her magazine and pointed to the side. “Do yourself a favour and look over at Gojo.”

“Huh?” Confused, you slowly looked at the direction. Lo and behold, the one and only Gojo Satoru animatedly talking to Geto…wearing your uniform.

“Gojo Satoru!” He jumped from his seat before cheekily looking at you. Geto, knowing what’s about to happen backed off.

“Yesh~?” You power walked to him. Satoru couldn’t help but gulp, not because he’s scared-oh no no, he’s the strongest; he ain’t scared of anything. He found your angry face quite hot.

You slammed one hand on his desk, roughly pulling on the collar of your uniform that is currently being worn by the Satoru. “Mind telling me what you're doing with my uniform?”

He nervously chuckled, “I dunno what you mean, handsome.”

Your grip tightened; Satoru wished it was his neck instead.

“Give me my uniform, Toru.” The gall of this boy to stick his tongue out at you. “Toru! If Yaga-sensei sees me like this, he’s gonna have my head on a stick!”

“Not my problem, pretty boy.” Having none of it, you swiftly tried to unbutton the shirt. He theatrically crossed his arms holding onto his shoulders, swinging side to side. “Ah! Yamete kudasai! Take me out on a date first!”

“I already did, you doofus!” Satoru shrieked and started to playfully slap your hands away as you tried to slide the sleeves off him.

“Not in front of Shoko and Suguru babe!”

Before you could yell back, the classroom door slammed open. “Gojo Satoru! Y/n L/n! What the hell is going on?! L/n, stop undressing Gojo!”

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[writingmingyu]

Facetime with Mingyu

Pairings: Mingyu x afab reader Summary: You sent Mingyu some lingerie pictures and he decided pictures weren't enough, so he's decided to give you a call... Genre: Smut, minors DNI Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, use of sex toys, lots of dirty talk, use of pet names, praise kink Word count: ~2.8k

Author’s Note: I got the idea for this months ago and I've finally sat down to write it! So hope you enjoy! x

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"Hello?" You answer the Facetime request from Mingyu.

"Good, you're still in the lingerie," Mingyu replied. You can see him walking down a hallway and entering a room. 

"So you liked the pictures?" You smirked. 

"You know I always love your pictures," You were bored and Mingyu had been gone for far too long, you had to show him what he was missing.

“What are you up to?”

“Just got back to the hotel room, thought I’d call to see your pretty face, and you’re pretty underwear up close.”

“You could zoom in on the photos you know,” 

“It’s not the same, so pan down. Show me.”

You do as you’re told, moving your phone slowly down your body and back up to your face. “Happy?”

“Show me more,”

“How much more?”

“All of you,”

“Give me a sec,” you get off the bed to find somewhere to prop your phone up so Mingyu can see your full figure. You take your time undressing, using slow movements to tease him, enjoying the fact that he was halfway across the world and couldn’t do anything to speed up your pace.

“Is it the internet that’s slow or are you genuinely trying to kill me?” Mingyu asks, shifting in his seat.

“I’m running this show, you have to accept my pace,” you say over your shoulder as you drop your bra to the floor.

“You’d better turn around and show me those perky tits of yours.” Mingyu practically growls as you lift a leg to unhook your garter belt from your stocking.

“Patience, baby,” you smirk rolling the stocking down your leg. You remove both your stockings before slowly turning around to face your phone again, Mingyu’s face close to the camera waiting in anticipation.

You hear him moan as you lean down close to the camera to remove your panties, blowing Mingyu a kiss before you straighten up so he could see you fully exposed.

“God I wish I was there,” Mingyu groans. “I just want to touch you all over, claim you, make you mine.”

“I already am yours,” You say, lifting the phone again to your face.

“I wasn’t done looking,” Mingyu pouts.

“I just wanna see your face, I miss you too ya know.”

“That’s not why you sent those photos and you know it. You wanted me to squirm, to turn me on, make my cock hard.”

“Is it?” You ask, batting your eyes innocently.

“You know it is,”

“Show me,”

Mingyu moves to prop the camera up so he can sit back, he removed his shirt slowly, teasing you back as he exposes his muscular chest. He then reaches for the buttons on his jeans and undoes them before hooking his fingers into his waistband and lifting his waist to pull them down. His cock springing free and landing against his abdomen, his eyes on you and as your mouth opens hungrily.

“You should close your mouth baby, don’t want you catching flies.” Mingyu smirks.

You close your mouth and lie back on the bed, “So now what?”

“Open your toy drawer, what have we got to play with today?” Mingyu asks bringing his phone back to his face.

“You wanna play?” You ask, blushing. You were used to having phone sex with Mingyu, he was away a lot and you had to be creative but this was the first time you were on Facetime, usually, you just talked, it was different if he could really see what you were actually doing.

“Well, I guess I could just put my clothes back on and we could watch a movie or something but that seems like a waste.”

“It does,” you bite your lip thinking about his cock standing proud against his stomach. You flip your phone camera around and open your bedside drawer to show Mingyu you’re toy collection. It was a small collection, but Mingyu had added to it over time, he was always bringing home fun things to try in the bedroom.

“Take a vibrator and a dildo, maybe some lube if you need it.” You lift the items from the drawer and set them down on the nightstand. “You should probably get a tripod too, I want to see all of you.”

You disappear to find a tripod and have to do some fiddling to set it up at a good angle. Mingyu stays silent on his end as he watches you setting up, he would never complain about getting a good view of your breasts as you adjust the tripod.

“Is this good?” You ask, moving back onto the bed.

“Looks great,”

“I can’t see you as well though,” you complain.

“You don’t need to baby, this part is all for me. You’ll get to see all you need to very soon.”

“You promise you won’t touch yourself ‘til then?”

“I’ll do my best,”

“You’d better,” you warn, spreading your legs to give Mingyu a view of your core.

“There’s my pretty girl, give your pussy a little stroke for me, and go slow.” You lift your hand and do as you’re told, your fingers trailing up and down your slit and over your clit. “Are you wet for me yet baby?”

“I’m getting there,” you say leaning into your touch. 

“Work your clit a bit more, I want to see your pussy glistening for me.”

You move your fingers to your clit, rubbing in small circles and letting out a moan at the sensation. You spread your legs wider to give Mingyu a better view.

“God you look go good right now baby, you’re making me so hard. I want you to take two fingers and slowly push them into your core. Show me how wet you are.”

You move your hand lower, inserting your index and middle finger into your pussy, you begin to move them in and out of you, creating the friction your body was yearning for.

It takes a minute before you realise that Mingyu is calling your name, you freeze in motion to look up at your phone. “Having fun?” Mingyu asks when he gets your attention.

“Just getting carried away,” you mumble before removing your fingers and sitting up. “As you can see though, very wet.” You bring your fingers close to the screen.

“Yep, soaking. Looks like you’re in desperate need of a cock to fill that pretty pussy right up. Lie back down, take that dildo and line it up with your core. But don’t you dare insert it until I say, got it?”

“Yes, Mingyu.” You say getting into position.

“You promise to listen to my voice? I don’t want you getting too carried away or there will be consequences.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good, because you’re driving me nuts and I haven’t even touched myself once.”

“Really?” You say in disbelief. You’d never known your boyfriend to show any kind of self-restraint before.

“I’m being good for you, now be good for me.”

"Yes sir," you say lying back and rubbing the dildo along your slit, just like Mingyu would do with his cock if he was there, wetting it before lining it back up with your entrance. 

"Just the tip," Mingyu says, his cock twitching in anticipation. 

You moan as you insert the tip of the dildo into you. Your walls clenching already at it, wanting more. 

"That's it, take it slow."

"Mmm Mingyu," you gasp as you push the toy further into you, slowly adjusting to the size of it. 

"Fuck I wish I was that deep inside you baby, how's it feel?"

"Good, not as good as you."

"Nothing ever is, sweetheart. Keep your movements slow, I wanna see you writhing for me."

You begin to move the dildo in and out of you, slow movements which make you gasp and moan at the absence of the toy and reentrance. Your free hand pinching at your nipples and groping your breasts. 

"You're doing so good baby, you're making me leak precum everywhere. God, I wish I could touch you, tease you. Grab that vibrator, I think your clit needs some attention."

You reach over for the other toy and flick it on. Reaching down to press it to your clit. "Fuck Gyu," you moan arching off the bed at the sensation. 

"Are you getting close?"

"Yes," you breathe out, increasing the pace of the vibrator, your hips moving in time for more friction. "Please can I cum?"

"Not yet, I need more of a show, get up. Bend over."

You reluctantly stop what you're doing to reposition. Putting the base of the dildo on the bed and hovering over it, your back to the phone. "Is this a good angle?"

"Perfect,"

You waste no time sinking back down onto the toy and riding it, bringing the vibrator back towards your clit. 

"That's it, baby, show me how'd you'd ride that cock."

Mingyu's words spur you on, you begin to move faster, moaning his name as you imagine him beneath you, his cock inside you, his hands on your hips. 

"I'm gonna cum!" You gasp out, feeling the familiar feeling build in the pit of your stomach. 

"Yes, princess, cum for me. Let me see you cum all over that cock."

His words have you coming undone. You ride out the high, feeling your cum dripping down onto the bed sheets and leaning into the vibrator on your clit. 

"Keep going, don't stop riding," Mingyu commands. 

You keep going, your thighs burning and feeling weak, your body feeling extra sensitive from the vibrator but you knew if Mingyu was there he would be using it relentlessly on you driving you wild with overstimulation. 

When you feel you're going to combust you stop moving, slowly raising yourself up and off the dildo, turning the vibrator off and collapsing down on the bed. 

"You doing okay?" Mingyu asks, concern in his voice. 

You nod, slowly sitting up and reaching for some tissues to clean yourself up a bit before grabbing a robe and your phone.

"How you feeling?" Mingyu says once you're settled. 

"Good, haven't cum like that in a while."

"Just wait til I get home, I'll have you seeing stars ‘til next week."

You laugh, "How are you doing? Is your cock holding up?"

Mingyu pans his phone down to show you his lower half, his torso covered in a light film of precum and his cock twitching. "He's doing his best,"

"You really didn't touch yourself the whole time?"

"I definitely wanted to but I know you like to watch,"

You blushed, truth be told you did enjoy seeing Mingyu jerk himself off to you. It was usually before he fucked you, he would watch you play with yourself before he jumped in. There was something so sexy about seeing the lust in his eyes as he watched you, and how he worked himself up.

"I'm ready," you say leaning back into your pillows. 

"Guide me, baby, I need your help."

"Place your hand on the base of your cock, move slowly up to the tip and use your thumb to spread that precum around."

You watch as Mingyu sets his phone up so you can see his whole body and does as he's told, he's controlled and moans at his own touch. Keeping his eyes locked on yours through the screen. 

"Your cock looks so good Gyu," you praise him. "I'd love to be there right now and wrap my lips around it."

Mingyu grunts in response, his hand moving back down his shaft and up again at a slow pace. "Would you take me the whole way into that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"You know I would, teasing your tip with my tongue."

"That's a good girl,"

"Want me to show you how I'd do it?"

"God yes,"

You grab the dildo you used earlier and brought it to your lips, making sure to keep eye contact with your phone as you began to take it into your mouth. 

"You're driving me crazy," Mingyu hisses, the grip on himself tightening as he imagines your head in his lap. "Can I pick up the pace?"

You pull back from the dildo and nod. "Just a little,"

"Only a little?"

"Well, I guess I can't stop you if you wanted to cum. You've been so patient but I'm having fun."

Mingyu continues to stroke his length, slower than he would have liked but he wanted to please you. You followed his instructions, it was only fair he followed yours. 

"Tell me more about what you'd do to me if you were here," Mingyu says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I’d be sitting on your lap, kissing your neck, riding your thigh, my hand on your big hard dick.” You say, watching Mingyu moan at the picture. “I’d be soaking your thigh with how wet I was, begging to ride you.”

“I would kill to feel your pussy around me around now.”

“I’d be straddling you, lining you up with my entrance, before sinking down on you, taking my time, adjusting to how big you are.” Mingyu’s hand moves in time with your words, starting at the tip he sinks down, murmuring your name.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks.

“Maybe,”

“Do it,”

You’d gotten yourself worked up again with your words and the sight of him getting himself off so you grab your dildo again, moaning at the sensation as your body welcomes it in again.

“Fuck, I need you to speed this up, I’m gonna cum.” Mingyu says, his strokes getting faster.

“So soon?” You gasp as you begin moving your dildo at the same pace as Mingyu’s moving his hand. Trying to focus on the task at hand but also feeling your orgasm building again.

“Talk to me, I need to hear your voice.”

“Oh Mingyu, I need you, want you to fill this pussy up real good. Need you to cum for me, inside me, all over me, claim me.” You whine.

“That’s it, baby.” Mingyu begins thrusting up into his hand, images of you splayed out in front of him ready for his cock running through his head.

"Fuck Gyu, cock feels so good, gonna make me cum. Cum with me, need to see that cum." Your hips begin moving in time with Mingyu's, wanting to meet his cock, the toy you're using hitting your G spot. 

Your words send Mingyu over the edge, he curses under his breath as his cock pulses in his hand, covering himself in his own cum. You continue to work at yourself chasing your own high and coming undone, Mingyu’s name on your lips.

“Careful not to drop your phone,” Mingyu’s voice brings you back to reality.

“I’ve got it,” you say removing your toy and sitting up. 

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he says voice serious. “I’m a mess.”

“That makes two of us,” you smile, feeling proud of yourself for working Mingyu up into such a state. You’d never seen him like this before, his cock limp and his torso glistening in cum. He never came on himself, he usually had a towel or something nearby or he would be coming on you.

“If you were here I’d be making you clean this up.” He stands to grab a towel to clean himself up.

“If I was there you wouldn’t be a mess, I would be,”

“That’s true,” he mused, sitting back down and lifting his phone. 

“So when will you be home?”

“I’m cutting my trip short and catching the next flight home.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am, this was torture, I need to touch you, smell you, be with you.”

“Sleep on it, okay?” You missed Mingyu too but you didn’t want him to get fired for skipping out on his business trip.

“Fine,” he sighed, “always the voice of reason.”

“I’m going to go shower now, so go back to your work. I know you left when I sent you those pictures.”

“Yes ma’am, but promise to send more later?”

“We’ll see.”

“I love you,”

“I love you too Gyu. Now go back to work!” You hung up the phone and lay in silence for a while, already missing Mingyu’s presence. As you were cleaning up and headed to shower your phone pinged with a message, you opened it to find a photo of Mingyu in his hotel bathroom. Flexing his muscles and showing off for you.

Miss you x 

Said the caption. You decided to send one back to him in a similar fashion.

Miss you more x

I’ll be back before you know it.

And you did know it because as much as long-distance with Mingyu sucked you knew he always came back. In the meantime, you’d already accepted this new Facetime venture as part of the routine, Mingyu would want to see you naked every chance he got from now on. So you made a note to go shopping for more underwear to make it worth his while. If a show was what he wanted, you were going to give it to him every time.