#STIFLED LAUGHTER IRL

[2dou]

fr?

[bearhugsandshrugs]

how do you think gortash would react to reader being so down bad for him and it being just so obvious? how would he act towards them?

oh you mean if he met us irl? sure!

A dirty smirk spreads across his face as he takes you in: cheeks flushed from embarrassment, you mouth slowly swallowing, your feet shifting nervously as you try not to succumb to his gaze.

He caught you checking him out, your eyes fixating on his ass, then his groin, then his hands, as you stood to the sides of the party. It mortifies you to realize how long he must've watched you stare at all those parts of him; especially as it was only interrupted by his grin when your eyes finally dragged over his chest up to his throat, and eventually his mouth.

Shit.

He winks at you from across the room, and something in your core stirs so heavily you have to stifle a whimper. You try to hide your shame by taking a long sip, but it's no use, even though he's engaged in conversation with someone else, he frequently catches your gaze again, smug smirk on his lips every damn time.

When you finally decide you can't take it anymore, you make your way to the stairs and up, remembering that there's a small balcony somewhere that might help cool you down. You stand there an entire two minutes, breathing heavily into the cool night air, before a low chuckle sends a shiver down your spine.

"You should try not to be so obvious", he lectures you from behind, voice quietly mocking you. "It makes you look needy."

You turn around to reply, but he's pushing you backwards against the parapet, pinning you in with both of his arms taking hold of the railing.

"Are you, needy?" He asks so slowly and teasingly that you feel heat pooling down to your core, your hips desperate to move against him. Yes. You are needy, at least for him, but you don't want to show him that. So you shake your head, quickly, unconvincingly, earning you another chuckle from the Archduke.

"Too bad", he brings his mouth to your ear, whispering into your neck, and his breath is warm against your skin. "I like my partners needy and ready for me."

He hasn't even touched you yet but your entire body is on fire. Shit. Yes. You want him. You want to be needy for him. Ready? You were ready half an hour ago when you saw his chest hair peek out underneath his shirt.

"Fuck", you blurt out, "Yes."

His laughter is as cocky as it is mellow –there was no doubt in his mind that this is where you'd end up, this is how it would go. He pulls back, straightening up to let his eyes fall over your body one last time, before he turns to leave.

"My office, after things have quieted down." He looks over his shoulder one last time, meeting your gaze with narrowed eyes. "Don't be late."

[docwritesshit]

How would Nezha, Macaque, Wukong, and Red Son react (separately or together if you want) if their human friend was just so angry that they just called LBD “Bone Bitch”, because no one gets to hurt Reader’s friends and be called something with dignity. Also just the surprise at the audacity of a human calling someone as powerful as LBD “Bone Bitch” is just entertaining.

🎆🐉 (aka the anon who asked for the ‘weird voice’ headcanons, and the specifics of how to make a request)

Oooooo

This is totally me

Anyways!

NeZha!

This dude is all about formality and what not

So the first few times he's appalled by your audacity

He will chide you for those

Then he grows used to it

You, as a human, have a right to be upset at the deities that get in the way of your life

So he understands your point of view

He still whirls his head at you whenever you mutter Bone Bitch though

Macaque!

This bitch is joining you in that nickname

LBD enslaved him, you think he's gonna be nice when talking about her?

It's cathartic to actually vent about her in this way, seeing as how he got under her thumb is still a sensitive topic

But the first few times he cackles out loud and suggests you don't let anyone else hear the nickname for her come from you

Besides, a lot of people still fear her

She was powerful

But it was nice to actually knock her down a few pegs this way

Wukong!

He stifles his laughter into his fist the first few times he's heard that colorful nickname

He lets it lie, and doesn't correct you or anything

He will gently nudge you to do it in more private areas with only him but eh

I mean, she basically took over his mind as well

In spirit he's cussing he out as well

But IRL, he just laughing along with it

Can't blame him tbh

Redson!

His hair full on combusts the first time

"BONE BITCH?!?! WHY THAT NICKNAME?!!! CHOOSE SOMETHING WITH MOTE DIGNITY!!"

You went with the boniest bitch

She didn't really fight back on that one

I mean, this bitch did kinda imprison her family

Ofc they want her to be known for her power and esteem

But, she does get a chuckle every time you say that ghastly nickname around them

[bruhstation]

Curious question, what exactly is Spencer's (more lore-y/important) role within CSTM besides from (most likely) being the "storywise a well-written villain, irl just a cocky idiot"

Like I mean he did try to scrap/cause harm to Hiro, but any other crimes he's done to affect other characters' arcs or/and big plots?

( -🧀non)

spencer's most notable influence was in the HOTR arc. story-wise, he is supposed to challenge hiro's values and give the older man a metaphorical slap to the face (funnily enough, spencer chasing hiro around the island reminded hiro that he still wanted to live and gave him a reason to carry on despite losing his family and being a patron of the gold dust). spencer's biggest crime is trying to hunt down hiro. he doesn't get any more worse than that, luckily. I've mentioned his other disrespectful as hell actions multiple times in this blog too but atp it's more annoying than insensitive or offensive to gordon and scott

writing sense I wanted to make spencer gordon's antithesis. the basis is that "spencer is what gordon could've turned out had it not been for his loved ones" and I just wrote what I wanted to write! they represent both sides of the gresley family -- gordon grew up with a loving family, spencer grew up in an environment where his relatives would rip each other apart for land and inheritance. gordon lost his family members bit by bit while spencer's still standing (with a few loses). gordon and spencer both heavily struggled with maintaining long-term friendships in their youths, but while gordon eventually hardened his heart and let his short lived connections come and go, spencer messed with people just to feel some sort of relief in his heart. both gordon and spencer are old pompous showoffs, but while gordon strived to become a better person because he realizes that he doesn't want to lose the people important to him anymore, spencer gave up on correcting himself because he thinks he's way too far gone (and being mean is way easier). then hiro came to view

spencer's a fun character. he makes me a bit sad. then I remember that he visits his cousin's funerals for the food and it makes me stifle my laughter like that one ish*wspeed gif

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Take What You Need - Part 3: Playing with the Devil (Final part)

Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Series Masterlist | My Masterlist

Warnings: Female reader. No use of YN. Established relationship. Tipsy sex (but still cohesive enough for consent.) Oral sex (F receiving), unprotected P in V (be safe IRL), Petnames (sweetheart), Matt being the king of teasing, edging, lil bit of breeding kink.

Summary: Matt finally taking what he needs when he's not emotionally distressed, but being a cocky, flirty SOB.

WC: 2272

AN: Sorry this took so long, but school got crazy! I had this ready to go for weeks except literally the last like 4 paragraphs. I graduated on Friday, so I am back to being mentally recharged and ready to write! Lesgo!

It’s the best time, the third time he takes you up on your offer. 

An enormous victory in court that morning paired with a major crime ring take down last week has him in a particular mood.

Matt is feeling good tonight, shoving you playfully through the front door of the apartment, bodies bumping into each other while beginning the motions of arriving home after an evening of celebrating at Josie’s. You’re careful to not fall over in a fit of tipsy giggles as he haphazardly places his compartmentalized cane on the entry table with a thump. His red glasses follow suit. 

His slightly disheveled hair sticks up in all directions as he tickles his fingertips against yours, interrupting your intricate dance of shoe removal to pull you in for a deep kiss. 

The remnants of whisky still linger on his lips, melding with the heat of your breath when his tongue explores further. You reach up to caress his jaw, letting his scruff scratch at the pads of your fingers, drawing out a content hum from him.

Eventually, he persuades himself to pull away, to savor the moment and drink you in. 

“What?” you ask with hushed breath

He responds with only a change of expression; eyebrows lifting and swallowing thickly, as gentle hands pull at your waist to lift you into the air and spin you around to trap you tightly between him and the front door. He pushes you back with a soft thud that knocks a breathy sigh from your lungs as his passionate kisses resume, up and down your neck, all the while his hands roam to fidget with the hem of your sundress.

A sarcastic gasp is muttered into the crook of your neck followed by a low rumble in his chest as he stifles his laughter when his fingertips creep further up your flesh, the lack of barrier between the delicate cotton dress and your exposed cunt now revealed.

“You knew all night,” you say with a roll of your eyes, whacking his chest playfully.

“Well, I had a suspicion,” he responds, a mischievous grin spreading across his face

“A suspicion? Is that what we’re calling your bloodhound snout now, Counselor?” 

“Are you really criticizing a blind man’s reliance on his other senses? I mean it’s one thing to not wear panties, it’s another thing to do it knowing he’s gonna smell you all night. I think it’s pretty cruel to make him need you all night without being able to do anything about it.” 

“Well then, then take what you need now, Matthew.” 

With a fidgeting tug to loosen his tie, he drops to his knees and pushes the hem of your dress all the way up your thighs. 

“I told you to take what you need,” you say, throwing your head against the door with a chuckle

“What if what I need,” he peppers a light kiss to your thigh “is to taste you.”

“Feels like a loophole…” you jest

“Good thing I’m a really good lawyer, exploiting loopholes is how Foggy and I win most of our cases” 

Brushing the tip of his nose against your core, he inhales and lets out a relieved sigh, unable to bear for another moment how ridiculously addicted he is to you. Just as you are about to release a pitiful beg, calloused fingers hook around your thigh, pushing it up to loop around his shoulder. Warmth spreads through your skin when his tongue finally burrows into your folds, pulling you firm to his heated mouth to lap and suck.

“Oh –god.” your moan is strangled, unable to mentally keep up with the dizzying pace at which he is devouring you. 

With your fingers tangled in Matt's dark hair, your other hand reaches for the entry table, searching for any place to grasp on to, to stabilize while savory gasps and praises flow from your lips. 

He thinks to the time he lost his sight. How poetically melancholy, something as beautiful as the sky fading being the last sight he ever saw before the world went dark. He would be so lucky, if he suddenly also went deaf, if your perfect moans were the last thing he ever heard, still ringing in his ears for years after just as that afternoon sky still haunts his dreams.

“Keep –Matthew please keep… ugh, that feels so – fuck. So good. Please, god please keep going.” 

As you gaze upon him, the view nearly drives you wild. This man, whose power and strength in every aspect of his life is something you revere, docile on his knees for you while looking absolutely depraved and beyond thrilled to be in such a state. It’s goddamn obscene. 

And it’s enough to push you to the edge, just a few more laps of his tongue. Almost. There.

He breaks away to catch his breath with a loud “ahhh” just before you come totally undone.

Pink, plush lips are coated in your wetness, while his arrogant facial expression gives away how elated he is to have brought you so close only to have yanked it away. You’re currently undecided between hitting his smug ass or fucking him all night long. The blooming need between your thighs has you deciding quickly on the latter.

You’ll never comprehend how he does it all – good, charitable lawyer by day, fear-imposing savior by night, and somewhere in between the most generous and connected lover you’ll ever have. God, you know you’re so lucky to be exclusively privy to that last element, you think to yourself as he guides you into the living room, undoing the buttons down your dress as you walk, his jacket and shirt lost somewhere on the journey as well. 

In no time, you are naked, still containing giggles as you fall onto the sofa with him half-clothed on top of you, prominent erection straining the fabric of his dress pants. Anticipation prickles at every nerve in your body as he drags his hips against you, cruelly withholding the pleasure and release you crave while still providing enough friction to drive you mad.   

“If I had known giving you what you needed involved just getting endlessly teased all night, I wouldn’t have offered,” you jest

“Sweetheart, you asked what I needed hmm?” he maneuvers over top of you, kicking off the rest of his clothing to somewhere not currently important to him “Well, what I need is to hear is every single pretty little moan I can drag out of you. Not gonna hear enough of them if I just give you what you want right away.”

His hand grips tight on your hip as he steadies himself, lining up with your entrance. You swear the world around you disappears when he finally pushes inside you, starting off excruciatingly slow with languorous thrusts and drawing out your pleasure to nearly torturous ends. 

The comfort that comes with having a partner who can read you so thoroughly without you ever needing to speak aloud brought an unexpected peace to your sometimes hectic relationship. It was an adjustment at first with Matt, when he would anticipate your tears from just a hitch in your breath or buy you cold medicine days before you even had a symptom just because something changed about your body that only he could sense. 

But your favorite part about that particular aspect of Matt’s abilities is how effortless it makes the sex. He knows just how to wind you up and bring you back down into ruin like a rollercoaster. And right now, as your entire body shudders with how worked up he has you, he was just being a goddamn show off about it.

“What is it sweetheart?” he asks with a raise of his brows “You’re doing that cute thing where you hold your breath before you want to say something. What do you want to say?” he teases, as if it were so easy to form a coherent thought right now.

Entirely too lost in bliss to speak, a meak grunt is all you can manage in response, a feeble beg for the orgasm he’s holding you on the edge of.

God, what a fucking tease.

His finger tickles around your sensitive bud, circling just as leisurely as his hips, until finally your back arches into his touch causing a high pitched squeak of the leather sofa beneath you. Your moan echos off the high ceilings of the loft as your velvety walls flutter around him, him never faltering in his pace to fuck you through what is drawing out to be a very extended orgasm. 

His hips slow to a gentle rhythm as you come down, his sweet kisses along your temple drawing you back to reality. 

“Think you can give me another one?” he asks

“Christ, Matt. I don’t know if I can handle more of that.” you reply, still winding down and vision spotty

“Please I need it,” he emphasizes, almost mockingly

This moment right here, is when you’re sure the saying about Murdock boys having the Devil in them is true. Not when he was beating wrongdoers to a pulp in dark corners, but when he was between your thighs, exploiting the weaknesses you can’t conceal from him to take you apart piece by piece.

There’s a small relief as he throws your leg on the back of the sofa and begins to rut into you harshly, knowing the increased depth will bring you there much faster than the last one. The way his deep, wicked growls were turning into needy whines gives away how close he is to reaching his end. You revel in the fact that as much as he loves winding you up, you can give it right back without even trying. 

His glossy hazel eyes subtly dart back and forth while disheveled brunette locks stick to his gleaming forehead as he falls apart. God, you’re sure if you thought about it for hours, you could extrapolate some adequate metaphor for the exquisite sight of him looking so thoroughly wrecked above you, something about historical artists and marble statues. But who has that kind of time, plus your brainspace is too preoccupied with the sparkling pleasure growing again within you anyway. 

As he spills himself inside you, the familiar pressure in your lower abdomen breaks loose once again, following him quickly with your own orgasm. You reach out for him, pulling him in for a breathy kiss as he whimpers and moans into your mouth, on the edge of over-stimulated but still stuttering his hips into you, ensuring you’re fully satisfied.

You grip at his waist to slow him. His scalding skin shudders under your sensitive touch as you trail tepid fingers up his muscled chest, savoring the way it rises and falls against your touch as he catches his breath.

He rolls off the sofa and collapses on the floor, a satisfied smirk painted on his perfectly pouty lips. A content sigh escapes them. You flip on to your belly, pushing your face into the brown sofa cushion. The smell of leather and sex invades your nostrils, knowing it’s tenfold overpowering to him. But you’re sure he likes it, inhaling the proof that you are his for many hours afterward.

You can’t help but give him a long up and down as he lays there, still panting with shortened breaths on the area rug beneath you. Seeing Matt in this state is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen in your life - he’s calm and content and yours. It has your brain moving to ideas for round two.

The intensity of your stare has him cocking his head to hone in on you, the uptick in your heart giving away just exactly what you’re thinking.

“What? Why are you staring?” he feigns ignorance, letting out an airy sigh

“Just thinking about –” but your words are cut off, a loud siren from a block away filling the empty night air, causing Matt to bolt upright from his position on the floor.

You don’t finish your thought. No point now that the Devil is itching to come out. Struggle is written all over his face as he contemplates what to do. But you already know what’s about to happen. 

“Sweetheart, I’m – I’m sorry.” he shakes his head as he stands

“I know.” you reply, dejection evident in the tone of your voice

“I’ll make it up to you.” he promises with a kiss on your damp forehead 

“You don’t have to”

“Yes, I do.”

“You act like Daredevil is some burden I’m forced to put up with in order to have you, but he’s not, he’s part of you. When I say I love you, I always mean all of you. When I found out your secret, I knew this was the price I was paying. Nights full of empty beds and you leaving at inopportune times.”

He hesitates at the closet door as he begins to pull the crimson suit onto his still sweaty form, your words only making his decision to stay or go more difficult. You clock his hesitation, encouraging him once more.

“Go. The city needs you.” 

“Not as much as I need you.” he responds

God it was so good to finally hear him admit he has needs. You’d take that small victory anyday, but are even more enthusiastic to hear him admit that what he needs is you.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” you rise from your spot on the sofa and walk over to kiss him goodbye for the evening “I promise.”

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

[ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si]

Behind the Scenes

Vidyut x Reader

Summary- Vidyut has an important interview with GQIndia (not irl) and his beloved can't help but have a little fun behind the scenes...

Vidyut's Masterlist | Main Masterlist

THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYONE TO POST MY FICS ANYWHERE, IF YOU FIND THEM ON ANY ACCOUNT/MEDIA PLEASE REPORT IT, IT HAS BEEN POSTED WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

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Vidyut sat comfortably in the well-lit studio, the anticipation for the interview palpable. Dressed in his signature rugged charm, he ran a hand through his hair, adjusting the collar of his shirt with a focused expression. The crew bustled around, making final preparations, and the camera crew meticulously set up their equipment.

Unbeknownst to Vidyut, his fiancée had quietly slipped into the studio, eager to offer her support during the upcoming interview. Hidden behind the camera, she couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully tease him. With a mischievous grin, she whispered a series of oddly specific and hilarious comments, her voice echoing from behind the scenes.

As the interviewer prepared to start, she continued her playful banter. "Remember the time I cooked dinner, and I mistook the salt for sugar? You still ate it with a smile. You're not just an action star; you're my hype man," she quipped, “I loove you~ I hope you know commando!” She continued, causing Vidyut to chuckle nervously.

"Oh, and those martial arts moves? You're basically a walking, talking action movie. Haye, I'm engaged to a real-life superhero," she added, dramatically placing a hand over her hand, her sweet words making him blush. 

“God you look soo good bubs, I knew it was a good idea to get that denim shirt for you… And the chain and that pair of pants with those boots, oof I love it, just love. It. I love you.” Vidyut, caught off guard by her unexpected remarks, couldn't contain his laughter. Blushing and trying to stifle his amusement, he struggled to compose himself, unaware that every chuckle and blush was being captured by the rolling cameras.

A few moments later, the interview officially kicked off, and Vidyut, still recovering from his love’s off-the-record antics, did his best to maintain his composure. Little did he know that his genuine and blushing reactions were becoming the highlight of the pre-interview moments.

Throughout the interview, she continued her commentary from behind the scenes, offering words of encouragement and light-hearted compliments between takes, making sure that only Vidyut could hear. "You're killing it, baby! The camera loves you, and so do I," she whispered in a fake French accent, punctuating her comments with playful laughter.

Days later, the interview was edited and posted online. To their surprise, the behind-the-scenes banter had made its way into the final cut, creating a delightful and unexpected twist for fans. The video quickly gained popularity, with fans expressing their joy at witnessing Vidyut's candid and blushing demeanour.

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GQIndia ✅ ...

❤ 💬

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GQIndia POV: Your fiancee can't stop showering you with compliments...

Comments:

ActionMovieBuff87 Wait, did anyone else catch that behind-the-scenes banter? This is the best thing ever! Vidyut's fiancée is hilarious. Can we have more interviews like this, please?

Jammwallion08 OMG, I can't stop watching this interview! Vidyut's reactions and his fiancée's compliments are just 🤌🤌 Relationship goals, seriously! 😍💑 #CoupleGoals

DivinexHero She is an absolute queen! Her playful teasing is adorable, and Vidyut's reactions are everything ❤️💫

LaughingOutLoud23 Okay, but can we talk about how her love and support shine through every comment? And I'm not just talking about the interview, they're literally the cutest people ever. Who needs scripted interviews when you have this level of authenticity? Vidyut and his divine winning hearts everywhere they go. 💖🌟

ActionFanatic23 Vidyut is a badass on screen, but seeing his blushing and laughter in this interview is a whole new level of awesome! His fiancee is a legend for making this happen. 👊😂

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Well I tried something new, what do we think?

Anyways, consider this is your reminder to eat or hydrate or take some rest people!

Tags-

@mad-who-ra @vijayasena @kanha-sakhi @nerdreader @athena-roy @warnermeadowsgirl

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 17: Threesome

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7513

Warnings:Afab!reader, gendered language, f/f/m threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pegging, piv sex, ass to vagina, double penetration

A/N: I know this is probably common sense but just to be clear - I do not recommend engaging in ass to vagina or even ass to mouth irl! It’s hot as hell as a fantasy but no one wants the kind of infection that could potentially cause! Always practice safe sex guys! Health comes first! 👏😤

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Hushed laughter filters through the cabin, secretive and soft. The playful sound only seems to emphasize the rustle of clothes, feet on the floor, hands caressing the other's body with the stilted whisper of contact. Even the ever present groan of ocean waters lapping at the ship to gently rock the hull is not enough to conceal the static shuffle of two people indulging in one another but it was safe here, far away from any prying eyes. A haven for simple hedonism. 

Your knees sink into the downy mattress next to his hips as you climb into Kazuha’s lap and he welcomes you in with open arms that curl around your body to pull you close against him. A slow breath of contentment sighs out of you to tease some of the loose flyaways in his hair. He tips his head back, issuing a quiet hum, and gives you that always placid smile when you get settled on top of his thighs. Bringing your arms up, you wrap them around his neck and lean in, and he does the same. Your lips meet in a savory, unhurried kiss while his hands knead around your waist, tugging you into a tortuously slow grind on top of him. 

The two of you retreated down here not long after the festivities got into full swing up on the deck for some privacy and entertainment of your own while the rest of the crew partied for half the night. It was no secret that Kazuha was a lightweight so he was often barred from taking part in any celebrations that involved drinking no matter how much he pouted or sulked about it, and this time was no different. The captain had been adamant that he was to stay away from the booze and you’d decided to keep him company so he didn’t feel quite so put out about it. You suspected he actually preferred it this way, though. Kazuha was a little too keen on satisfying life’s simple pleasures to decline the gratification of another’s touch. 

And he kisses you, slow and easy, while his hands map out the curve of your body. Those long fingers dip into the bend of your waist before dragging higher to palm at your ribcage with a tight squeeze. Your breath puffs out in a stilted exhale, but he just takes that opportunity to deepen the exchange. The way his tongue dances with yours feels poetic, almost; confident and enticing yet so gentle at the same time, so light it masterfully pulls you into his pace as if of your own volition. Rolling your hips over his lap, you arch and press your breasts into his chest as one hand slides up into his hair to close around the roots. That makes him moan, and you smile against his mouth. 

Quickly smiling as well, Kazuha wraps his arms around you once more so he can pull you down with him when he plops back to sprawl out on the bed. Thoroughly tangled in each other now, you shift to lay next to him on your side and throw your leg over his hip when he nudges himself up against you again. He continues to kiss you through it all, even when he grinds his stiffened cock into the stifling hot space between your legs. A slow motion shudder works through you as you push back, gradually falling into a steady push and pull with one another. Just enjoying the press of each other's bodies, the quiet promise of more to come. Bigger things, better things. 

Oh, you could hardly contain your excitement. 

“Do you think we’ll have to wait long?” He asks when he finally separates his mouth from yours a lifetime later. His always soft voice is a bit raspy with desire, thicker, and you reach up to brush some of that silky pale hair back behind his ear. 

“Doubt it. If it was just one of us that might be a different story but … the absence of both of us is sure to be sorely noticed soon.” You grin at him and he smiles back, a soft note of laughter coloring his words when he leans in to brush his lips over yours again. 

“Then it will be my pleasure to keep you entertained in the meantime.” 

Giggling with each other, you spend a long time just touching one another and slow grinding like horny teenagers who didn’t know what to do beyond that point but weren’t quite brave enough to take the plunge just yet and find out. Both of you were aware that this was primarily a warm up though. An appetizer to the main event, the preview before the feature, and neither of you were in any hurry to rush it. Just basking in the warm glow of kisses and fingertips caressing along strips of exposed skin, and the excitable nudge of his cock against your cunt through layers of clothes. That was enough for right now, and it suited each of you just fine. 

And it’s so easy to get wrapped up in him like this when every brush of his hands was so deliberate and purposeful. Controlled with fine tuned patience that keeps his fingers steady even when he slips back to reach over the swell of your ass so he can tease your slit from behind. His ministrations neither turn jittery or impatient even when you feel his rigid length pulse against your front, clearly getting off on touching you like this but disciplined enough not to give in to the baser urge to tear at your clothes. To spread you out underneath him so he can sink into your body. Kazuha’s temperament is as mild as ever even now, sequestered away together like this, and you groan when he carefully tugs you half on top of him in a sprawl. 

Stretched across his chest now, you lean up to capture his mouth once again while one of your own hands slips into the folded layers of his top. His breath hitches slightly when you find his dainty nipple, and flick and tweak it in time with the still steady pass of his fingers rubbing over your cunt. It was an almost perfect synergy thrumming between you and him, but there was still one final piece of the puzzle missing … 

Your ears perk when you eventually catch the sound of approaching footsteps out in the hall. Kazuha tenses underneath you, his cock jumping at the implication, and you kiss him harder. More fervently. Give his stiff nipple a twist to make him whine into your mouth. His fingers finally stutter against your pussy, stilling altogether for a split second before grabbing a clutching handful of your inner thigh. You can feel the fleshy swell under his grip, how it pudges up between his digits, and you issue a faltering moan of your own. As if your need had been mutually stoked to the point of desperation, you start to grind against one another with a renewed sense of urgency. 

The door swings open behind you with a creak but you’re a little too caught up in the way Kazuha softly pants into your mouth to bring your head up. You already knew who it was anyway. A silent pause filters into the cabin and then the door swings shut again. The resounding click of the lock turning in place makes both of you whimper. 

“So this is where the two of you ran off to. Should have known.” Laughing briefly, Beidou steps closer to the bed, and the solid thunk of her boots on the wood flooring makes the cock under you twitch in excitement. 

Finally finding the strength to pull back, you look down at Kazuha as if in a daze. His cheeks were flushed a charming shade of pink, his gaze distant and dreamy. He already looked wrecked and you hadn’t even truly gotten started yet. But before you can tease him for that Beidou’s hand smooths over your upturned ass to make you whine low in your throat and you instinctively jut your hips up a little higher in humble supplication. Her battle hardened fingers trail a path over the curve and dip into the space between your thighs, brushing Kazuha’s knuckles in the process. Lightly, she touches along your slit and then flattens her hand against it, cupping you possessively in her palm with a knowing press, and you can’t quite stop yourself from yelping in delight. 

“You’ve been having fun without me, I see. You're so wet I can feel it right through your clothes, sweetness … hasn't Kazuha been taking care of you?” 

The man under your noises a plaintive little sound and shudders, jostling you slightly when he needily rolls his hips upward. Seeking out the same attention, begging for it. Offering himself up for her inspection just as willingly as you had. 

Turning your head to glance back over your shoulder, you find Beidou smirking to herself as she bends to drag her hand down lower. You know the exact moment she cups him the same way she’d done to you because he jolts and issues a flustered little groan that seems to bounce and echo off the walls. A small pang of jealousy creeps into your chest but he’d patiently awaited his turn while she greeted you first so you decide you can do the same as well. 

Even though you wanted all of the captain’s attention on you … 

Beidou soon straightens up again when Kazuha trembles underneath you, prompting him to keen very softly at the loss of her touch, but she doesn’t seem to pay it any mind. Coming close to bring one knee up and brace against the mattress, she leans over you. Her hand finds the root of your hair, much like you’d done to Kazuha earlier, and she tugs your head back at an angle that leaves you gasping. Gorgeous long brown tresses slip forward when she bends to claim your mouth in a casually possessive kiss. Kazuha wheezes quietly and his fingers dig deep into your hip and thigh, but he remains obediently pliant while she leaves her mark on you. 

Groaning dazedly when she finally pulls away, you let her tip your head down and watch as she then does the same to Kazuha, kissing him deeply until he eventually mewls into her mouth. Straightening up again, Beidou takes a moment to just look at the both of you, taking in the sight before her. You can’t help but whine when she eventually pulls back completely and her fingers slip away from your hair, leaving your neck feeling heavy and sluggish without her there to direct it. 

“Alright. We can play.” She murmurs, reaching up to shrug out of her short, fur embellished cape. Carefully sitting upright to straddle Kazuha while he pushes to his elbows, you attentively watch together as she tosses it aside to hit the floor with a near silent whisper of fabric before leaning forward to brace on her hands. The spill of her full, shapely breasts very nearly overtakes the halter like this, the cock under your straining up in response when she sends each of you a slow, knowing look. “How do you two troublemakers want it? Should I get out your favorite toy or will my fingers suffice for my favorite sluts?” 

“The toy, please.” You and Kazuha slur out in almost perfect unison, the thought alone making your pussy eagerly clench. 

Bawdily laughing again, Beidou shifts back to sit on the bed. “Both of you are insatiable. Come here then. If I’m going to be taking care of you guys all night I think I deserve to get mine first.” 

Neither of you needs to be told twice. 

Quickly untangling your limbs, you scoot across the bed to join her and Kazuha soon follows on his hands and knees. She reaches for him at his approach, cupping the nape of his neck with a clear sense of ownership. It makes him warble out a tremulous moan when she pulls him into another heated exchange that she leads the pace of and he eagerly submits to. You try not to pout about it as you lean into her side and reach up to paw at one breast. Beidou’s opposite arm comes around your shoulders, pulling you flush even as Kazuha heatedly groans into her mouth. She wasn’t wrong to call you both insatiable, but she handles it masterfully. Almost without even needing to try, or so it seems. 

Finally pulling away to leave Kazuha softly panting, she offers one more lingering peck to his kiss-swollen lips before tipping her attention down at you. Eagerly, you lean up to meet her when she bends her head close, letting her lay claim to your mouth yet again. You’re distantly aware of Kazuha shifting around on the other side and she soon issues a soft, pleasant sigh at what he’s doing. Cracking an eye open, you peer over to find his face buried in the crook of her neck, licking and nipping at the thin strip of skin between her collar and jaw. You promptly decide you aren’t going to be outdone, and lean back with a stuttering inhale so you can undo the single tiny button holding the neckline in place. His hands soon join yours in their task and together the two of you work to disrobe her. 

And Beidou is a sight to behold throughout all of it. Her hair shines lusciously in the lamplight when she flicks it back over her shoulder to make it easier for you to peel back the thin red qipao, eventually discarding it altogether to leave her in just the band around her chest, spank shorts and thigh high boots. She looks like a queen, regal and proud, even in this state of undress, and she smiles knowingly at the way both of you run your hands over her firm, powerful sides. Her strong arms, the swell of her hips, across the powerful muscles along her back. You would have worshiped her for hours on end if she would allow it, and you suspected Kazuha felt the same way. 

“Now you.” She purrs, and your heartbeat further quickens when you share a quick look with the man to your right. This was something else that didn’t need repeating though, and you shuffle a little closer to him when he reaches out a hand to take your upper arm in a loose hold so he can pull you in. “Kiss while you do it.” Beidou adds, a sly edge in her voice. “I hope you brats put on a good show for me.” 

A brief, shuddering exhale slips out of him, brows drawing inward as if stricken by overwhelm and carnal bliss. But he obediently leans close, heavy lashes drooping low when he opens his mouth and slips a pink tongue out. Quickly following his lead, your lips part and close over his, gladly accepting the hot, wet warmth that slips past your teeth to flick over the inside of your mouth in a taunting, enticing dance. Your hands work together to get each other's clothes slipped off, quickly joining the growing heap on the floor until both of you are at last down to your underwear. 

Gently, Kazuha takes hold of your silk chemise and inches it up over your head when you lift your arms for him. His palms — one bare and one layered in wrapped bandage — descend upon your breasts to knead and pinch, making your back bow in pleasure. You catch the soft sigh Beidou breathes out, your own fingers eagerly skittering down his sides to dip into the thin fundoshi tied around his hips and give the swell of his ass an appreciative squeeze. Figuring out the seemingly complicated garment had been a real challenge at first but you were familiar enough with it now to easily locate the knot, tugging at it to make the fabric loosen. He sedately reaches down to help you unravel the long strip, still kissing you, and Beidou chuckles very softly when his cock finally springs up into the space between you. 

“You’re just as bad as she is, Kazuha. You sure you don’t want to give your ass a break tonight?” 

He moans into your lips, higher in pitch and keening, before pulling back enough to quietly whine out, “I want both.” 

It was such a typical Kazuha answer that you can’t help but giggle. His favor for indulging in life’s simplest pleasures extended even to this, the most base form of gratification that existed in the natural world, and that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? How the three of you ended up sharing each other's time and pleasure between yourselves on long nights out at sea like this. 

But something in him seems to stir awake at the sound of your laughter, his eyes clearing from some of the fog that had fallen over him. You don’t get a chance to react when he reaches out to grab hold of your hips and half lifts, half yanks you closer to slot you between his knees. Tipping over at the sudden movement, you bounce back onto the mattress with a burst of giggles as he tugs at your bloomers to get them inched up your legs and finally discarded a moment later. 

“Man, you two always look so good together …” Beidou remarks almost wistfully. 

Kazuha sends you a slow look from under the messy fringe of his hair, one hand curling around your foot to pull it close for a brief kiss against the arch. You draw a slow, stilted breath while he does it, knowing too well how committed to putting on a good show for her he could really be. “Not half as good as you look with her, Captain Beidou, I’m sure.” 

“I think we all look good together,” You whisper into the statically charged air. “That’s why this works out so well.”

“Agreed.” Pressing another quick kiss to your foot, Kazuha lowers your leg and turns his head to look at the other woman. “Shall I proceed, captain?” 

Beidou pretends to think about that for a moment, humming as if in thought. “No need. I’ll deal with both of you soon enough.” 

Your heart gives a little thump at that, and you move to untangle yourself from Kazuha again. He helps you up and together you return to Beidou who leans back to brace on her hands. The shift in position leaves her chest presented in invitation, and you lean close to press your mouth to the swell of one breast. Kazuha’s hand crowds close, stiltedly pawing at the other, and she breathes out a quiet groan as you attack her in near perfect tandem. Slipping a finger into the band, you slowly inch it down until the meaty swell of her tit slips free, inspiring a shudder that makes her arch her back. You capture the stiff nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking at it with your tongue, while Kazuha brushes his bandaged thumb over the other. 

Her breathing gradually deepens, becoming heavy and thick, and she groans a low sound when he eventually pulls his side of the band down as well so he can latch his lips around the opposite nipple. Another tremor works through her muscular frame to accompany the slow grind of her hips against the mattress. Both of you take your time with it, occasionally pulling up to pinch or roll the spit lathered buds between your fingers, the buzz of excited arousal so palpable in the room it almost feels smothering. 

Tipping her head back to shudderingly groan up at the ceiling when Kazuha reaches down to rub her cunt, Beidou gives her head a dull shake that makes her long hair dance against her back. “You’re going to be the death of me at this rate …” 

“But you like it, captain.” He murmurs, playful amusement lacing his tone as you release her nipple with a muted pop. 

Kissing your way down her stomach, making sure to give each defined abdominal muscle their own individual peck, you steadily work your way down to her spanks where you slip your fingers into the waistband. Kazuha’s quickly join you and together the two of you peel the fabric away from her and down her legs, tossing them aside without a second thought to where they might land. Finally left in nothing but her tall boots and the black halter bunched under her tits, Beidou reclines further back to brace on her elbows now. The spread of her tight body and the expectant glimmer in her visible eye makes your own arousal double and then triple. Archons, you’d never seen anyone more beautiful … 

“I expect you two to share. No fighting over who gets to eat me out like last time.”

“Yes, captain.” You once again answer in unison. 

Shuffling closer, you lay down between her spread thighs and lean in to kiss at the firm, meaty lips of her cunt while Kazuha nudges himself in from above, leaning over her pelvis at an angle. You roll your eyes up to share a brief, heated look with him as you spread her open with your fingers. Keeping his gaze locked on yours, he bends close to flick his tongue out and nudge at pink creases and folds, and you follow suit. It’s a bit cramped like this but, somehow the two of you manage to make it work. Keeping your head tilted, you lap at Beidou with playful little kitten licks, your tongue brushing against and entwining with his from time to time, and she groans in deep satisfaction as the two of you attack her clit from both sides. Shuddering, her hips slowly find a stilted thrusting motion that lets her fuck her pussy between one mouth and the next. 

“Gods, that feels good … keep that up and I’ll have to make sure to spoil you guys later. Would you like that?”  

You and Kazuha noise two flustered sounds of agreement, and your eyes slip closed in ecstasy at the mental image that comes to mind. Just thinking about Beidou taking her time with you, rewarding you for being so good for her has your own cunt fluttering around nothing. You couldn’t wait to feel her inside you … 

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear.” Breathing out a sigh of pleasure, she shifts underneath you and Kazuha to fully lay out on the bed. One of her legs curls out and up over your shoulder to loosely wrap around your head, giving you a bit more room to work with between her thighs. You tremble and moan at the dull press of her boot heel against your back at almost the same time Kazuha groans a tremulous sound as well, and you quickly realize she’s reached down to grip his hair in a fist. Beidou’s ability to keep both of you perfectly under control and equally engaged without getting overwhelmed herself was something truly impressive in your eyes and you can’t help but be star struck by it even now. 

It spoke to her talents, her strengths both physical and mental, and the inherent respect she commanded from those around her. If it had only been you and Kazuha rolling around in the sheets you likely would have traded roles between yourselves, switching seamlessly to suit your mood and needs. But with Beidou both of you were free to submit, to enjoy your domination in the most deliciously satisfying way possible. 

Even when her hips judder and tremble, Beidou still has the presence of mind to grind Kazuha’s face down into her cunt so she can fuck herself on his tongue. Even when her breathing becomes thin and shallow with the building tension in her body, she still has the wherewithal to squeeze her leg around your head to damn near smother you in her cunt. Panting heavily against slick, satin soft folds, you blindly reach under her thigh until you find Kazuha’s hand braced on the bed. He gives a little jolt at the contact but quickly turns his hand so he can grasp yours, fingers interlacing while Beidou rides both of your mouths with stunningly expert precision. 

“M’gonna’ cum … you guys ready?” 

Whining low in his throat, Kazuha leans down a little further to truly crowd his face in next to yours. Your cheeks squish together, breath mingling in the tight space between Beidou’s legs as your tongue tangles with his over her clit. A powerful tremor tears through her, muscles stiffly tensing up to accompany the way she hisses through her teeth. You’re vaguely aware of her pussy squeezing tight under your mouth and then a sudden deluge of slick floods your tastebuds to make your eyes roll back. You can distantly hear Kazuha moaning at the taste as well but you’re far more focused on the way Beidou twitches and heaves through her orgasm, positively soaking your face in sticky arousal. 

She basks in the waves of intense pleasure for a long moment, still softly rolling her hips until she eventually starts to come down from it one piece at a time. Slowly, her leg loosens around your neck and then falls away completely to splay out on the bed. With a final, lingering lap of his tongue, Kazuha slowly pushes up and you do the same. A brief, molten look between the two of you is all it takes and your mouths crash together, hungrily kissing and passing the taste of her back and forth between each other. Beidou chuckles softly, just watching the show for an extended beat while she recovers from her shuddering climax.

“What good brats I have … you both did well, but if you want your reward you’ll have to let me up first.” 

Flushed and groaning, you and Kazuha reluctantly break apart to look at one another. He was even more of a wreck than he’d been before, his hair askew and sticking to his sweat-dampened cheeks and forehead, but you probably didn’t look much better in that moment. Slowly, the two of you start to untangle yourself from Beidou, sluggish with arousal, and she reaches out to palm both of your necks in a possessive hold when she sits up. 

“I want you to lay at the edge of the bed while I’m getting ready, is that understood?” 

“Yes, Captain Beidou.” 

Giving each of you a squeeze, she moves to stand so she can go over to the chest pushed up against the far wall. While she’s rummaging around and fiddling with various straps, preparing for the main event, Kazuha takes your hand again so he can pull you to the side of the mattress. Together, you get situated on your backs, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and you offer him a cheeky little smile full of anticipation and eager excitement as you get settled in. 

“Who do you think will cum first this time?” 

He cocks a playful brow at that, his thumb tracing idle circles over your knuckle. “Shall we make a wager?” 

“Okay … first one to cum ends up on the bottom.” 

“I can hear you, y’know.” Beidou calls over, making you laugh and giggle with Kazuha. 

“Deal.” He whispers and, still holding your hand against the bed, he leans over to close the scant distance so he can kiss you again, humming quietly at the lingering taste of Beidou’s cunt on your lips. 

The thump of her boots soon approaches again, and you give your hips a supplicating shake as you spread your legs in invitation. Kazuha does the same, his bare thigh brushing against yours when he curls his leg up to open himself for her. Beidou’s hand caresses over your knee, prompting you to disengage from Kazuha’s mouth, and you glance up to find her leaning over the two of you. Your eyes immediately land on the thick length now dangling between her legs from the complicated rig of straps and buckles fastened around her waist, and your pussy clenches tightly in response. 

“Making bets like that behind my back … I wonder who’s going to win.” Gently humming, she dips her hand further in to tease along your slit and smear the copious arousal she finds there before zeroing in on your entrance. A quick glance to your side reveals her doing the same to Kazuha, his chin tipped forward against his chest and his lips parted in a silent moan while she prods at his vulnerable hole. You tighten your hold on his hand and both of you gasp when she starts to push into your bodies. The sly gleam in her eye makes you feel ten times hotter when she looks up, glancing between you and him with a knowing smile. “I have half a mind to make you both cum at the same time just to teach you a lesson. What would you do then, hm?” 

Panting, you slip your eyes shut to fully appreciate the way her calloused fingers penetrate your cunt and spread it open for her. The sensation makes every nerve ending in your pelvis light up like a goddamn firework, toes curling in the air. You wonder, idly, if she’s also using two on Kazuha, and the way he seethes and twitches at having his ass stuffed makes you suspect that she was. Beidou’s favorite lubricant from Liyue was a potent and extremely effective concoction though so you didn’t doubt that she would easily be able to make him take that many right off the bat … 

Beidou’s fingers curling inside you to attack the tight nerve cluster behind your upper wall quickly distracts you from thinking about what Kazuha is experiencing, and you toss your head back to groan up at the ceiling. A soft click soon rises in the cabin, highlighted by the quiet sound of his ass sucking in her fingers, and together you writhe with him on the bed. You were already so wet she could have easily taken you by now but Beidou always liked to show you both equal amounts of attention. Whatever prep Kazuha needed you would receive also, but you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to be upset about that when it felt so damn good.  

“Captain!” 

“Ooh? You’re sounding mighty needy there, sweetness. Don’t tell me you’re the one who’s going to lose.” 

“I … I’m not.” 

Laughing, Beidou withdraws her fingers and shifts to line herself up between your thighs. Grasping the fake, hefty cock in one hand while the other stays busy in Kazuha’s ass, she starts to lean her weight into you and you freeze with your mouth wide open at the stilted pressure it exerts. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” 

Inch by excruciating inch, her cock slides into the hot squeeze of your pussy and you lurch with a high pitched, faltering groan at the intense stretch. It brings sensitive, deeply satisfied tears to your eyes as you lift your head to peer down at yourself. Beidou looks amazing crouching over you like this, your cunt lips spreading around the intrusion and clinging to it in a meaty grip, and you outright wheeze as more and more of her disappears into your body. You’re so caught up in watching her claim you that you almost miss the way Kazuha shifts next to you, but then his unoccupied hand slides over to tweak your stiff nipple. The sharp friction makes you clamp down on her with an almost violent shudder, whining in the back of your throat.

“N - no fair!” 

“I didn’t hear nothing about any rules that said you couldn’t sabotage each other.” Beidou chuckles, amusement thick in her voice. 

She slides home a moment later and she takes the time to grind her pelvis against yours, both to tease your throbbing clit and also apply a blinding amount of pressure to your guts. The sound that bursts out of you seems to border on frantic and you jerkily turn your head to pin Kazuha with an imploring look. You weren’t sure if you were begging for him to stop ratcheting up your arousal even further or to keep going, but he only smiles though. That small, vaguely mischievous smile that belied his usually placid demeanor for the rarely seen sadistic streak hiding underneath. Leaning across to kiss you again while Beidou slowly eases back, dragging at your inner sleeve, he continues to tug at your aching nipple to make you whimper and mewl into his mouth. 

Desperately, you try to bring your hand up to stave him off as Beidou falls into a steady rhythm and the soft, wet clicks of your cunt sucking her in deep quickly grows louder, but he fiercely holds on. You arch against the pleasure making you tingle from head to toe, and instead lift your unoccupied hand from where it had been clutching at the sheets. But Kazuha doesn’t even react when you latch onto his wrist and weakly try to pull him off, relentlessly pinching and rolling your teat between his fingers until you have no choice but to tear your mouth from his with a haggard sound. Bleating into the static stillness, you glance down again to watch Beidou thrust that stiff, merciless length deep into your body, the force making your tits bounce and jiggle, and you cry out in fast mounting distress. Being the first to cum did not seem like such a far off possibility … 

“Captain — aahhn, please!”

“What’s wrong, sweetness? Ready to tap out already?” 

You jerk your head in a quick nod and she laughs, giving the meat of your inner thigh a tight squeeze and a taunting jostle before abruptly easing out of you. Brows drawing together in stricken bliss, you loose a faltering groan at the resulting little slurp when she slips free but she’s quick to stuff you with her fingers again. Seething at the sensation, you numbly watch her shift to the opposite side and position herself between Kazuha’s legs. His hold on your hand tightens with the faintest tremor that runs through him, and then he’s going stock still when Beidou starts to lean into him next. Glancing down, you take in the sight of his stiff cock resting across his lower belly and, beyond the fleshy mound of his ballsack, that thick toy slowly disappearing into him, much the same as it had done with you a moment ago, and you can’t help but issue a sympathetic moan that makes your head vibrate. 

“Look at you taking me so well, Kazuha … your pussy is just as greedy as hers, isn’t it? Both of you are always so damn hungry for my cock and it shows.” 

Whimpering softly, the man beside you twitches and arches his back, wheezing quietly under his breath as she gradually slides inside of him. The knowledge that she was using your slick to penetrate him, lubricating his ass with your arousal, just leaves you feeling so hot it almost makes the room spin. Subconsciously squeezing down on Beidou’s fingers at the sight of him so stricken by pleasure as much as the words she speaks, you let go of his arm in favor of reaching over to tweak his nipple in retaliation. It seems to punch a low moan out of him and, turning his head to look at you again, he gives your teat a reciprocating tug. 

“Is this how we’re going to play this game?” He whispers, distant and dreamy. Clearly distracted. 

“You started it.” You remind him, making Beidou chuckle as she quickly falls into that same steady rhythm she’d fucked you with. 

The fleshy plap, plap, plap of his firm ass hitting her soft thighs sounds loud in the otherwise quiet room, and his heated gasps and groans quickly rise up to join it. He really does take her cock so well, keeping his legs spread like an absolute slut even when each thrust jostles him against the mattress. Beidou wasn’t exactly sweet or gentle in the way she took her lovers, more often than not maintaining a demanding pace that begets submission on both the physical and mental level. It wasn’t really a matter of if you would cum but, rather, when she would pull a shuddering climax out of you. 

And it’s so easy to envision yourself in Kazuha’s place, to feel the spectral stretch and slide of her cock deep inside your cunt, that your guts instinctively milk at Beidou’s digits in a tight, palpitating squeeze. You moan at almost the exact same time he does, and he mirrors your shuddering tremors in near perfect unison. The two of you were feeding off each other, taking from the others pleasure and giving it back double, and Beidou was the expert conductor leading it all. 

“What do you brats think now, huh? Who’s gonna’ win?” 

“M - me,” You warble out, and Kazuha gives your throbbing nipple a sharp tug in response to make you gasp. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“You’ll see …” 

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Beidou drawls, her tone light and lilting, eventually slowing her thrusts to a drawn out, slow motion glide before pulling out altogether. The resulting wet pop has Kazuha whining, but just as quickly as she’d done to you, Beidou stuffs her fingers into his ass again and then moves back over to stand between your legs. “Something tells me sweetness here isn’t going to last much longer …” 

The blunt head of the toy presses into your sticky, swollen cunt lips and you go stiff as a board, mouth dropping open as if to scream, but nothing comes out while she gradually sinks back into you again. Kazuha issues a dazed little sound of fluster, squirming on her fingers beside you. Her pelvis meets yours a heartbeat later and you toss your head back, groaning so hard it makes your throat feel raw and abused, but she barely even pauses. Immediately finding that quick, snappy pace, Beidou reaches up with her free hand to grab the breast Kazuha wasn’t currently latched onto. 

“Come on, baby girl. I can feel how hard you’re squeezing me … you want to cum, don’t you? It’ll feel so good once you finally just let it go, so come on. Show me and Kazuha how hard you can cum for us.” 

“N - noooo! Not yet, not yet!” Deliriously, you toss your head against the sheets but it was too much. Between the two sets of hands fondling your breasts and the unrelentingly hard, stiff toy pounding in and out of you, you could feel yourself tipping dangerously close to the edge. “Please, captain, please, fuck Kazuha again just — ahhn! Aagghhn! Just for a moment, please!” 

“Nuh-uh, sweetness. You’re not getting off that easy.”

You suck in a sharp, gasping breath with every intention of begging some more but it gets caught somewhere in your windpipe. Practically choking on it, you desperately thrash and try to twist away from the intense pressure bearing down on you but it’s useless. There is no escaping it when you were effectively trapped between them, Beidou’s cock spearing you straight down the middle, and your frantic moans quickly start to take on a dire, urgent tinge. 

Kazuha giving your captured nipple a slow, taunting tug is what eventually makes the coil snap, and you cum with a jerk and a high pitched shriek. Your pussy spasms around the thick intrusion as you shake and writhe through your release, oversensitized tears clouding your eyes when Beidou fucks you right through and damn near into another. It feels like you’re falling apart on her cock, uncontrollably quaking between the two of them until you slowly start to come down from it what feels like an eternity later. 

Panting and wheezing in the aftermath, you let out a soft whimper when Beidou finally slows and then pulls out completely to leave your pussy weakly contracting in the aftermath. She takes a step back, untangling herself from both you and Kazuha, and he quickly takes advantage of that to roll over on top of you. Ignoring your mouse squeak protests, he slides his knees under your thighs and nudges them up to leave you spread out underneath him as he brings his face close to yours, that content and undeniably victorious little smile curling at his mouth. 

“I win.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against yours softly. Huffing and pouting, you try to turn your head away but he just follows you, pressing his forehead against yours so that you have nowhere to run to avoid his gaze. “Don’t be a sore loser, pretty girl.” 

“M’not …” You were and you knew that, and that’s why you tip your face up to accept his apologetic kiss when he tips his head down. It wouldn’t do any good to be petty about it but you would certainly get your payback later when he least expected it. 

“Aww, aren’t you guys cute.” Beidou purrs behind the two of you. She shuffles close again, the thunk of her boots warning you of her approach, but you still jolt when she swipes her hand over your defenseless cunt. Moaning into Kazuha’s mouth when you realize what she’s doing, you subtly tip your pelvis up for her and when she pulls back to grab hold of his cock, no doubt smearing pussy slick along his length, he promptly groans as well. 

Stiltedly, Kazuha pulls up in favor of wheezing into the scant space separating you from him. You can’t see it but you know she must be tugging at his length by the way he dully twitches, trembling at the sensation. 

Even knowing it’s coming isn’t quite enough to prepare you, and you give a quiet little squeak when she directs his cock head to your spread cunt. Obedient and pliant in her hands, Kazuha allows Beidou to direct him where she wants, at the speed she wants, and he slowly starts to sink into your waiting body. The two of you gasp and then groan in tandem, shaking against and with one another. He was less stiff and rigid than the toy, but so incredibly warm inside your guts that it makes you go cross eyed when his pelvis finally meets yours. His flesh and blood felt good — not necessarily better or worse, but a different kind of appeal — and you carefully bring your arms up to twine them around his neck. 

“How’s she feel, Kazuha?” 

“Amazing …” 

Quietly laughing, Beidou shifts around behind you and just the thought of her lining up to slide into his ass again has you shuddering on his cock, and both of you impotently rock against one another in anticipation. 

“Ready for my cock, baby? Your cute little hole looks so hungry and needy right now.” 

He hiccups at something she does, breath hitching in his chest with a barely there gasp. “Yes, captain. Please fill me up …” 

Beidou sighs in pleasure, followed by another brief shift, and then Kazuha goes so completely still over top of you that you know she’s breaching his body again. His eyes slip shut, thick lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks while he takes her straight down to the hilt. The cock inside you jumps and flexes, straining almost desperately against your guts when she hits his prostate, and the two of you once again shudder together in mutually felt ecstasy. 

Lifting your head to tuck your mouth against his sweat-dampened shoulder, you look past Kazuha to find Beidou squeezing around his waist, her attention focused on his upturned ass, and you outright moan when her pelvis presses flush against him. You watch for as long as you can when she starts to fuck him in earnest, her full tits jiggling with each thrust and her long hair swaying with the motion. It mercilessly rocks you and him against the bed to make the pressure on your guts double, and then triple. Finally, unable to hold out any longer when it felt like you were having the air punched right out of your lungs, you fall back to lay out on the sheets. 

Kazuha turns his head with a dopamine induced sluggishness, looking at you through the fall of heavy lidded eyes for a long beat before leaning in to kiss your mouth again. He whines and whimpers against your lips, his hips weakly flexing to fuck himself between you and Beidou, and you’re keenly aware of your toes flexing in the air with each stilted thrust. He was so sensitive for her, so stiff and hard for you, and your head starts to spin from the intoxicating rush of it all. 

You may have lost this round, but perhaps you could win the next one …

⭐

Crossposted: here

[touchoflaughter]

Tickle Hug

IRL STORY BELOW ↓

Hello beautiful peeps! 🐥

What can I say? My life is a movie whose director has a tickle kink as well 😂 enjoy!

Lately I had to say goodbye to some of my (guy) friends for a while. We were standing in a circle at the parking lot, hugging each other (well the boys mostly gave each other a fist bump with a short hug 😂) but I‘m a big hugger so no one is safe 😈

I was just hugging one of my friends (they‘re all pretty tall so I had to tiptoe and stretch) when I got attacked from behind: One of the other boys, Phil (- to some of you his name sounds familiar), squeezed a few times into my back ribs.

I squealed like a little piglet and let go of our friend who rolled his eyes at Phil with a little grin: „You just can’t stop for once, huh?“

Phil laughed and the others were smiling too while I tried not to blush.

„Of course not. It’s way too much fun plus it’s the last opportunity in a few weeks!“, Phil explained with a charismatic wink in my direction. (How can someone be so honest and confident in front of EVERYONE about how much he likes tickling?? Please I wan't 10% of that! 😩) Some of the boys were snickering about his words then everyone continued with their talks and Phil approached me: „Oh come on! Don’t be mad at me shorty!“ He opened his arms for a hug (usually he’s such a great hugger 🥰).

I remained stationary to punish him but then I couldn’t help but smile and respond to his invitation. The past times we hugged I always expected him to utilize the situation and go for a tickle attack but surprisingly he never did. So this time was the actual first time I felt safe and went for the hug completely relaxed- What a bad timing to be naive for freaking ONCE! (I‘m always so paranoid when it comes to tickling opportunities and then- when it would be useful- it’s gone…)

Right when I pulled him in a tight hug his right hand started to tickle my ribs while the other one made sure I couldn’t move one single bit. Normally I stifle the laughter and manage to break free pretty fast but this time I couldn't. I was trapped and he detected one of my weak spots. I couldn't help but laugh helplessly while squirming like a fish in a net.

Of course all eyes were on us again but there was no time to be embarrassed about it.

In between my laughter I called him an asshole and somehow managed to cower under one of his arms and escape.

Yup- asshole was the last thing I said to him for a few weeks 😂 as you can tell- I‘m such an enchanting friend 🥰

[bumbleleewrites]

Familiarity

This is a reupload of a fic I posted in 2021. It was written from a prompt from @soft--dragon.

Summary: Wilbur is really affectionate, something Ranboo is not used to.

[IRL] Switch!Ranboo, Switch!Wilbur

Word Count: 1.3k

Wilbur was an affectionate person. Ranboo was not. A hand on someone’s shoulder, a playful ruffle of their hair, hugs so tight they could be considered uncomfortable; these were all normal for the former. Ranboo, however, did not have this in common. While he’d accept physical contact from others, it was never something he’d initiate. So when the pair met, needless to say, it was a bit overwhelming at first. But then it got easier, more comfortable. As the few days they’d been spending together passed on by, affection came more naturally to them. 

When Ranboo was sitting in his chair and Wilbur would wrap an arm around him from behind to observe what he was doing, he no longer startled. When the eldest would gently graze his arm in passing, giving him a kind smile, he no longer flinched. When Wilbur jabbed him in the ribs while making a lighthearted quip, however, that was something he still had to get used to.

“Oh, yeaHA?” Ranboo replied to Wilbur’s previous remark. While he meant to sound confident, the tone was broken by a loud squawk. The brunet tittered puzzledly, before realization struck his face and his grin curled into a smirk.

“Boo?” Wilbur asked, the smugness in his voice evident.

“Y-yeah?” the teenager stuttered.

“A little ticklish, are we?”

“No,” Ranboo croaked, as he looked away with a gulp. Wilbur smiled and scooted closer to him from his place on the floor, as the boy leaned back shyly. He startled when he backed into Tubbo’s sofa, its plush surface serving as a warning that he was trapped.

“You sure?” The man asked, hovering his hands over Ranboo’s torso.

“Ye- yes!” he replied, refusing to make eye contact.

“Are you really, really sure?”

“Yeah I’m suHURE!” the boy stated, his confidence broken by the strangled sound that escaped him as Wilbur pinched lightly at his side.

The eldest tutted, smirking deviously and placing both of his hands on Ranboo’s sides. He dragged his fingers up and down them, watching as the other twitched beneath him nervously as a grin appeared on his face. 

“Ranboo, I feel like you’re lying to me,” Wilbur teased. Suddenly, he began scribbling quickly on the sides of the boy’s stomach, feeling the muscles there tense as Ranboo cried out and sputtered into stifled laughter. 

“Wi- Wihilbuhu- hur!” he managed to stammer, before gritting his teeth to hide the undignified giggles that escaped him. 

“Aww, Ranboo!” Wilbur cooed, shifting his hands to the area where Ranboo’s sides met his back. The boy arched his back forward, the dam finally breaking, allowing his laughter to flow freely from him. Embarrassed, he brought a hand to cover his face, attempting to cover his mouth with his palm and hide his eyes with his fingers.

“There we go!” exclaimed Wilbur proudly, switching his technique to gently squeezing the area. Ranboo’s body jolted, making him yell out loudly at each squeeze before falling back into giggles. He reached out aimlessly with his free hand, batting at the air surrounding them. Wilbur chuckled, bringing both of his hands to the teenager’s left side, quickly wiggling his fingers there. Ranboo cried out, his bright smile still plastered on his face, shuffling his feet against the floor.

“Ran?” Wilbur interrupted, slowing down, seeing that the boy’s movements were becoming quite intense. “I’m not- this isn’t too much or anything?”

Ranboo whined softly, lowering his hand from his eyes to look at the other’s. He shook his head slightly.

“N-noho, this is… fihine,” he confirmed, before bringing his other hand up to his face to hide it further. 

Wilbur nodded, his smile genuine, before a devilish glint appeared in his eyes and his expression turned scheming. He pushed up Ranboo’s white t-shirt slightly, exposing the skin underneath it. Ranboo shifted, but showed no sign of discomfort. The other met his gaze again, before stating:

“Let me know when you want me to stop, okay?”

The teen nodded, and opened his mouth to agree, but his words were cut off as ticklish electricity suddenly sparked across his left side. 

“NAHAhaha, Wihihilil!” he cackled, kicking out uselessly. The man in question chuckled, looking up from where he’d blown a raspberry. 

“You alright?” Wilbur asked, leaning over towards Ranboo’s right.

“Yeahah, I’m fihIHINAHA-!” the brunet yelled, as the eldest planted a raspberry on Ranboo’s other side. 

Wilbur couldn’t help but coo softly at him, sitting back up and latching onto the boy’s lower ribs. When he began squeezing them, the other yelped, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed. 

“Oh, what’s this?” the musician mused, his previous smirk overtaken by the wide, fond smile on his face.

“N- NOHOHOTHIHING!” Ranboo responded, his face gaining a cherry flush from how hard he was laughing.

“Oh, really, this is nothing?” Wilbur teased, leaning down to blow one last raspberry just over Ranboo’s belly button. While his stomach wasn’t a bad spot, combined with the intensity of the tickling on his ribs it was overwhelming. The American arched his back, squawking before coming crashing back down.

“WIHIHAH- STOHOhohop!” he cried through his cackles.

Wilbur sat up and stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghostly tingles from Ranboo’s torso and pulling his shirt back down. Ranboo moved his hands from his face, not before wiping the tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. He inhaled deeply, feeling the air soothe his previously strained lungs. As his residual giggles began to fade, he looked up shyly at Wilbur, who was grinning at him genuinely.

“Thahat… wahahas…” he trailed off, gasping for another breath.

“Adorable?” Wilbur interrupted, reaching over to ruffle the other’s disheveled brown hair.

Ranboo coltishly batted his hand away as he sat up straighter, shooting the man a playful glare.

“It was not… adorable,” he said in a shy mumble, leaning forward and resting his hands in his lap. 

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to disagree on that,” Wilbur smiled, resting a hand on Ranboo’s shoulder before standing up from the floor, stretching, and flopping onto the sofa next to them. “Come on, the floor can’t be too comfortable,” he beckoned, patting the space next to him. 

Hesitantly, the teen complied, falling back onto the sofa with a plop. Wilbur leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Ranboo tensed. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable, he simply wasn’t used to the contact. The eldest noticed, however, and retracted his arm.

“Fuck, sorry,” he murmured, pulling away, but was taken aback when Ranboo grabbed his hand.

“No, it’s alright,” he assured, guiding Wilbur’s arm back to its original place.

The man smiled in return with a contented sigh. They sat like that for a moment, before Ranboo inhaled and cautiously snaked an arm across Wilbur’s back, wrapping a hand around his waist and pulling him closer. The Brit chortled once and clunked his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder. Ranboo beamed, finding the proximity comforting. However, regardless of how much he was enjoying this, he felt like he deserved some revenge. He turned his head away slightly so Wilbur couldn’t see the devious smirk that was appearing on his face. Then, with the hand he had resting on the man’s torso, he began softly rubbing Wilbur’s side. Wilbur hummed calmly, still oblivious to Ranboo’s plan. The boy in question morphed his hand into a claw shape, allowing his fairly long nails to glide along the fabric of Wilbur’s shirt. The shorter one’s breath hitched, a wobbly grin appearing on his face.

“Ranboo…” he whined, and if Ranboo was any closer he would have sworn he could feel the heat radiating from his face.

“Yeees?” The boy sing-songed, beginning to wiggle his fingers slowly.

Wilbur whined again, curling in on himself as he let out a few small titters. He grabbed onto the sleeve of Ranboo’s shirt, trying not to squirm away. Ranboo could tell from his mirthful smile that he really didn’t mind this.

“Yohohou lihihittle prihihick!” he cried, as the boy’s fingers sped up.

“Oh, am I?” Ranboo questioned, and Wilbur would forever deny the shriek that tore from him when the other suddenly dug into his stomach.

This, Ranboo decided, smiling to himself, he could get used to.

[honeyglz]

New light Chapter one - "Taking a chance."

A/N - AHHHH !! So sorry for the lack of post Ive been vry busy with Irl stuff but Im back for a while so yea. Enjoy as always :) Pairing - Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Sister!! reader

(THIS IS NOT A SHIP PLS I REPEAT NOT AN INCEST SHIP!!) Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters aside from my depiction of Y/N / the reader. All rights to their respectful owners !

Category - Angst (?) Found family (refound idfk)

Warnings- I dont watch Mha. I dont plan on watch Mha. So vry OOC (mostly Touya but sue me I enjoy big brother characters)

Au summary- Their lives were simple, quite to a point. The world was just the two of them, no one else mattered. But what happens when the past is tested, and things go up in flames? What happens in a world where Touya Todoroki save's his little sister from a fate too close to his own, leaving fate to test the world she knows.

-♡- ... ...

"Take the kids to safety" "And anyone else?" "No traces, burn them all."

... ... -♡-

The sun wrapped around her skin as she woke groggily. Limbs tangled in the sheets as she grabbed her body stretched, leaving her tossing trying to regain a glimpse of her sleep. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, harsh sunlight beaming at her as sat up, the noise of the outside world tumbling through the cracked glass of her window. Slowly she got herself ready for the day, swaying to the sound of the music that played through her busted headphones, on bud silent as she worked. She smiled at her own reflection before heading into the small room they called a living room. She cringed at the smell of burnt leather, nose crinkling as the scent filled the room. "Oi, Touya. Get up." she sighed poking the man in her living room, passed out, thick heavy jacket hanging loosely on his arm as he lay spread out on their couch. He grumbled swatting her hand away as he turned away from her. Back facing her as he buried himself between the cushions as she opened the blinds. Sun showing no mercy as it soaked into ever crevice it could reach, leaving the older man hissing to himself as he sat up. Messy white hair covering his tried eyes as cursed at her for waking him. She only brushed it off as she grabbed whatever they had in the fridge, taking a seat as she ate. The man looked her up and down. Taking in her unusual attire. She looked more like the rest of the shits in the world, more put together he supposed. "Why're you dressed like that?" She looked up confused for a moment as he cruised into the kitchen, grabbing a chilled drink and whatever junk he dug up to eat as he sat across from her. "Like that?" He looked her over once again. Mouth full as he spoke. "Like that" She rolled her eyes grabbing her plate, voice calm as she cleaned her mess careful not to stain herself. "I don't know what your talking about" He watched amused as he flung his feet up on your chair leaning back as he yawned, only to fall back with a thud. Her head snapped back to the table, hand thrown over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the bursting laughter that filled the room. He groaned, pushing himself off the floor as he kicked the chair, standing to his full height as he brushed his coat. Lips pulled in a scowl as he grumbled. "Yea yea laugh it up, but seriously. Whats with the get up?" he echoed his previous question, eyebrow raised curiously, his gaze softening just abit. She smiled as she smoothed out her uniform, pride beaming from her skin as she spoke. "Im trying out for the UA today" He nearly fell back again. His eyes widened as his sister explained that the school had put out another try out for a spare positions in one of the hero course's. It took him a moment to speak, weighing the thought heavily. "Why?" She turned confused to see him, hand on his chin as he looked deep in contemplation. "What?" "I asked why? I mean like c'mon, you really wanna be a hero like all those other kids?" He looked down at her, head tilted as if he couldn't possibly fathom any of her reasoning's. "And plus there's gotta be hundreds of kids lining up, why even bother?" She opened her mouth and suddenly all her previous reasons slipped from her mind. She shut her mouth as she contemplated, silence filling the space between them. Touya shook his head dismissively as he waved his hand in the air, turning his attention on his phone now. "See? Told ya. Now go get changed I'm sure you can still re-apply for whatever school is near by-" 

"Because I've decided to take a chance." 

Now his turn to take on confusion he turned his eyes back to her, who was now staring directly at him. E/C eye's meeting cyan. Something in the room shifted. He hardened his gaze she didn't back down, that same spark flickering confidently again. She mimicked his own thinking process, eyebrows knitt loosely as she focused, answer thought out word for word. "You asked why I want to be a hero right? Well I answered. Because I want to take my chances." "And if you fail?" The question stung abit more than she had wished it too. Because in reality she may fail, she could end up walking home with her tail between her legs. She took a steady breath eye's still trained on his. "That's part of taking risk's isn't it?" She said, smile returning sheepishly as she awaited his answer. "You got one day kid, make it count." And with that she leaped from her spot rushing to grab her things frantically as she thanked her brother, thank you's spewing from her lips as she ran out the door. "Won't let ya down!" Touya pinched his between his eyes, sighing in frustration despite the small smile he tried to swallow. -♡-

Sorry its so short, if this does well and ppl want a part too Ill be making it a series :)

[cripple-culture-is]

cripple culture is going to urgent care because of what you think is a minor average issue, but it turns out you have a ridiculously rare disorder, and having to stifle laughter of ‘of fucking course you get another one’ because what else is there to do at this point except laugh while the doctor is talking to you

I don't tend to go to urgent care/the ER much, but this reminds of one of my IRL friends.

We bonded over shared health issues. She has the condition I have, plus a bunch of other ones. She hates going to the doctors and getting blood work because they always find something new wrong with her 😕

It sounds like a struggle tbh. Maybe it could happen to me more, idk, but I've reached a point where I don't really trust doctors as much as I used to.

Honestly, I'm often afraid of going to the doctors, for two reasons. 1. I've experienced medical malpractice in that I was prescribed medications I didn't actually need about 5 or so years ago. And 2. I'm underweight due to my autoimmune issues/have issues gaining weight, and I don't want doctors weighing me and thinking there's something psychologically wrong with me when there isn't 💀

[itadorey]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 — gojo satoru

summary: you get hit on by the cute barista at your favorite cafe and gojo simultaneously thinks it's awful but funny. genre: fluff!! friends to lovers, in my head this is a college au notes: this happened to me irl (aware), gn!reader wc: ~1.9k

"hey, I was wondering if I could get your linkedin?"

you look up from your laptop, meeting the gaze of the cute barista that always takes your order. you can see shoko stifling a laugh from the corner of your eye, and you can't help the way your eyebrows furrow at the question.

"what?"

"i'm sorry, that was weird," the barista, sato, immediately says. "can i actually get your instagram instead?"

"sure," you respond, a giggle escaping your lips at his words. "i don't have a linkedin so instagram would be better."

shoko watches silently, lips clamped together as her eyes shine with amusement. you feel a slight giddiness as you type your username into his phone, and he sends you a follow request before giving you a cute smile.

"i'll text you later," he says softly, sending you a small wave before heading back behind the counter. you can feel shoko's eyes on you, and you keep your gaze down, refusing to meet her eyes.

"linkedin?" she whispers when she finally gets your attention. you give her a flat look, and she brings her hand up to her lips to smother her laughter. "really?"

"it was endearing!" you hiss in response, scoffing to cover up your own giggle. "he's sweet!"

"he's funny, i'll give him that," shoko retorts, taking a sip of her drink.

"he's cute!"

"i thought you were into gojo."

"i am," you say, giving shoko a tired look. "but he doesn't like me. and besides, is it so bad to have an interest in someone who isn't unattainable?"

"i wouldn't say he's unattainable," she mumbles, chuckling at your confused look.

"hey!"

you look away from shoko when you hear gojo's voice, and you give him a wide smile in greeting as he slides into the seat next to you. shoko mutters a distracted greeting in return, her eyes still focused on you. it's silent for a minute as you stare back at her evenly, and gojo looks back and forth between the two of you before narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"what's going on? he asks, silence ensuing before shoko speaks.

"oh, something," she says mysteriously, waving gojo off as you give her an exasperated look.

"what something?" gojo asks, whining when his question goes ignored.

"that something is nothing," you say casually, pulling your headphones out of your bag. you slide them over your ears, just barely blocking out gojo as he tries to ask you about something before turning to bug shoko instead. you can see them conversing out of the corner of your eye, and you pretend to focus on your homework when you notice them side-eye you.

the rest of your homework gets done without any more interruptions, and shoko remains quiet until you finally pull your headphones down around your neck and begin to stretch. you quickly hush her as she starts to ask a question, and she simply rolls her eyes before muttering something under her breath.

"are you heading home?" gojo asks, sunglasses perched on his head as he rubs his eyes. you nod once, raising an eyebrow when he jumps out of his seat and shoves all of his things in to his backpack. "cool. i'll walk you."

"o...kay," you say slowly, giving him a confused look. he gives you a grin in return, pushing your chair in when you stand up before casually slinging an arm around your shoulders. you say a quiet goodbye to shoko, your sudden nervousness causing you to miss the knowing look she sends towards gojo as he leads you past the counter and out the door.

you don't miss the smug look he sends sato as he opens the door for the both of you.

it's abnormally quiet as you and gojo walk down the street, his arm still wrapped snuggly around you.

you can't help the way your gaze keeps drifting to the hand hanging off of your shoulder, and you miss the way gojo smiles at your confusion, merely pulling you in closer to his side as he walks towards your place. it wasn't out of the norm for gojo to be touchy, but it was usually directed towards geto, who was currently nowhere to be found.

you open your mouth to speak, hesitating slightly as gojo watches with an amused look on his face. his lips twitch when you nod to yourself before finally turning to face him.

"so—"

"so what was that?" gojo interrupts, his lips breaking out into a smile when you give him an irritated look. it's fleeting, quickly being replaced by slight confusion before your eyes brighten up in faint understanding.

"what?" you ask anyways, waiting for a concrete answer from gojo. he rolls his eyes teasingly, leaning down to poke your cheek with his free hand. you feel your cheeks heat up at the action, and you simply hope that gojo doesn't notice the mildly flustered look on your face.

"the thing shoko was talking about?" gojo elaborates. "y'know, that something?"

you laugh lightly, finally giving in to gojo's curiosity as you come to a stop on the street corner.

"it really isn't that big of a deal," you say, waving a hand. "you know how shoko can be. it's just that something kind of silly happened today. y'know that cute barista?"

"cute barista?" gojo asks, his eyes flashing with an emotion you can't quite discern. you nod in response, and gojo merely hums before looking away.

"mmhmm," you confirm. "the one with the glasses."

"really?" gojo asks in surprise, his nose scrunching up in distaste. "him?"

"yes, him. he flirted with me today," you continue, pausing slightly as the streetlight changes. "it was kind of funny."

"oh? was it?" gojo asks, fixing his sunglasses in an attempt to appear unbothered. "how so?"

"he uh, he asked for my linkedin," you say with a smile. gojo can't stop the laugh that escapes his lips at your words, and you try to fight back your own laughter as he looks at you over his sunglasses in disbelief.

"linkedin?" he asks loudly. you swat at his chest as you shush him, and you smile fondly as you feel his chest rumbling with laughter. you roll your eyes when he keeps laughing, and he wipes a fake tear away from his eye before calming down. "ah, that's a good one."

"shut up!" you scold, looking down at your feet as you try to hide a smile. "he apologized and asked for my instagram afterwards. he seemed kinda nervous. i dunno, i think it was cute."

"didn't know you were into the shy, quiet types," gojo comments softly, coming to a stop when he sees the pensive look on your face.

"i'm not, but he's cute and it's kind of nice to be flirted with," you reply softly, bringing your phone out when it dings. you bite back a smile as you open instagram, swiping to your dms to see an unread message from sato.

"then?" gojo prompts, trying to turn your attention from your phone to him. "what's your type?"

"it's uh," you begin to say, your previously suppressed smile breaking out on your lips as your fingers fly across your phone's keyboard. gojo tries to wait for your response patiently, he really does, but he can't stop himself from plucking the device out of your hands and pulling away from you.

"hey!" you yell, following after gojo in an attempt to retrieve your phone. all your efforts go unnoticed, and gojo simply turns to the side, holding you at a distance with one hand as he uses the other to type out a message. "give it back!"

"sure!" gojo says, giggles weaving in between his words as he speaks. "as soon as i finish this and you tell me your type."

"i don't see why that's important," you grumble, glaring at gojo as he finishes typing and locks your phone.

"just answer the question!" he huffs, eyes turning back to your phone when it dings once again. your eyes widen as one notification turns into five, and you watch as gojo's eyes widen in amusement before he pockets your phone. you cross your arms as gojo turns his full attention to you, eyes half-hidden behind his shades but still glinting with excitement as he waves his hand for you to continue.

you remain quiet for a moment, trying to figure out why gojo was being even more of a pain than usual. he taps his foot impatiently as he waits for your response, crossing his arms in a clear imitation of you as he leans in.

"well?" he asks, shaking his head when a stray piece of hair falls into his eye.

your eyes light up in realization when you think about the way gojo incessantly bugged shoko, poking her with his pen again and again until she had given in and started answering his questions. you remember the "sly" looks they sent your way as they spoke in hushed tones, presumably about what had transpired right before gojo walked into the cafe. a smile appears on your face when you remember the look gojo had sent in sato's direction as you walked out of the cafe, and you take a deep breath before deciding to take a leap of faith when you recall the words shoko had spoken before she had been interrupted by the very person standing in front of you.

"i wouldn't say he's unattainable."

"well," you finally say, snickering when you see gojo watching you with rapt attention. you uncross your arms to bring a hand up to your chin, pretending to think over your words. "i think my type tends to be tall, pretty, and exceptionally annoying."

"huh?" gojo asks, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. you see a brief look of understanding flit across his face, and you immediately keep speaking before he can continue.

"intelligent too," you add, humming to yourself as he grins. "oh! and they need to have the annoying habit of wearing a stupid pair of sunglasses everywhere."

"you think i'm pretty?" gojo asks, reaching out to grab your forearms. he pulls you into him gently, giving you plenty of time to pull away. his smile only grows when you begrudgingly give into his antics, rolling your eyes at him as he loops your arms around his neck. his hands settle on your waist as he tilts his head, waiting for a response.

"i guess," you mumble, tugging at the short hairs at the nape of his neck when he pouts. "you're annoying."

"but you like that, apparently," gojo shoots back, his smile still present. you can't help but laugh at his words, your own smile lingering when he leans down to whisper into your ear.

"so, can i get your linkedin?"

bonus— gojo's convo w/ sato on your phone:

sato: hey! i just wanted to say that i think you're really cute and that i was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee sometime?

you: i'm sorry, you seem really sweet but i have a boyfriend. you know, that super tall, super handsome guy who was sitting next to me?

sato: i'm really sorry! sato: i didn't know, i promise sato: i wish you the best of luck with your boyfriend :) sato: the two of you look really cute together sato: can i get your friend's instagram?

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

[asknarashikari]

What if Michinaga is a try hard at dancing? Geats cast react to Michinaga basically dancing this way https://youtu.be/jsMzFdCAKIc?t=319 (its at the time stamp already)

I feel like canon!Azuma is a tryhard at dancing XD

Like, sure, Kazuto Mokudai is good at it, but that doesn't necessarily mean his character would be a good dancer too. And what little we see of Azuma's dancing is from a dream he had, so he could think he's better than he actually is irl.

Anyways, the other Riders and Tsumuri stifle their laughter as they watch Azuma try quite hard to dance even though he's so stiff and uncoordinated lol

[ahappyphace2]

What is worth being patient for?

Respect. Kindness. Tenderness. Sweetness. Acceptance. Radical acceptance and understanding. Good communication.

How much does distance matter?

Distance is okay if there are plans to see each other occasionally. This allows me to live an independent life without always being with my partner. Quality time comes in many forms and IRL time is one of them. Presence is important and if they can give me that. Then distance is a challenge but not a non-negotiable.

When have you found love without looking for it?

Around me. Nature. Trees. Flowers. The gentle caress of the wind. In children. The sweet joy of a child’s laughter. In the mirror. When I look at myself and accept my own radical self-love.

Describe the love you deserve.

I deserve to be taken care of. To have my needs and desired be met. To be pampered because it’s someone’s joy to be able to provide and care for me. Not in a stifling and incapacitating way. I deserve to be heard and seen. To be confusing. To have someone be patient while I figure it out. I deserve kindness. I deserve a kiss in the morning before they walk out the door and a nice, strong hug when they get back.

How will I know when I’m ready to commit.

I will never know. Some signs may be that they add so much joy to my life. They enrich my life. It’s a choice we make together to choose each other. When our lives are quite complementary. When I display a healthy attachment style. When I know enough about them - their values, internal and external drivers, their political views, their past and red flags. When I trust them. When they can anticipate my needs. When they know my favorite things. When they can finish my sentences. When words are not needed. When I love them. I guess I will know when I’m ready to commit after all.

[lululandd]

saccharine;

pairing: Vergil x f!reader

word count: 2227

warning: non-con, drugs

note: another re-upload, pls know i dont condone any of this shit irl ( also on ao3 ) hella inspired by Addicted to You by TheWeirdDane

summary: The kiss is fierce, his tongue unfurls and your mouth is suddenly filled with something artificially sweet.

When Vergil pulls you in for a kiss in a crowded bar, you know something is wrong. He had never been, and in your mind, will never be someone who opted for public display of affection unless there’s something horribly wrong. But here he is, pulling you in for a harsh kiss, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, greedily lapping onto yours. His strong arms envelop you, one hand firmly placed behind your neck, holding your head in an angle for him to continue his assault on your mouth, the other on your lower back, keeping you flush to him.

The kiss is fierce, his tongue unfurls and your mouth is suddenly filled with something artificially sweet. Thinking it’s just his drink, you gulped it down without question.

He’s much more rigorous than usual so you try pushing him away, to give yourself time to breathe, but he doesn’t let you. His powerful frame moulding against your skin, his hand moving from your lower back to rove possessively up your clothed waist. You push against his immovable chest, and that’s when your earlier suspicions came true. Something’s definitely wrong. Your body feels heavier and heavier as he keeps kissing you, the taste of the sickly-syrupy liquid getting stronger by the minute. It reminds you of medicine that tries so hard not to taste like one.

“Oh..” You breathe out, and you feel the smug smile forming on his lips, as you can’t keep yourself up, and have to hold onto his arms for purchase. When he is finally satisfied with the state you’re in, he pulls away, licking his lips as he smirks. You recognise the look on his face. Predatory, wolfish, hungry. The same look he has in those brief moments before he turns you around and fucks you into the mattress.

“You seem tired.” He murmurs, faking sympathy to anyone close by that might hear. “Do you want to go home?” He places a hand on the small of your back, as you nod weakly, clinging to him. He pushes you forwards gently towards the exit, and when your legs give in, he carries you.

How gentlemanly of him, if he wasn’t the one that drugged the fuck out of you in the first place.

The cool night air feels stale on your burning skin, it was as if you were standing next to an open flame, and you couldn’t tell whether it was coming off him or the effects of the drug he gave you.

A cab stops right in front of him, and he gently lowers you down on the ground, before manoeuvring you inside. He gives your home address to the driver instead of Devil May Cry.  The driver didn’t even look back as he pulled your legs up on the seat, on top of his, and continue administering the drugs from his mouth.

Why the fuck does he have more? Where is it kept? Why isn’t he affected?

The cab door opens and he hoists you up with ease, with how you were seated. Your hand finds its place in his hair, toying with it with whatever energy you have left as your mind fogs over.

“Where are your keys?” He purrs by your ear as he approaches the door.

You can’t even answer him, the sensation of him being so close to you overwhelms your senses, and you moaned as an answer.

“Teacup. Where are your keys?” He repeats, in a more demanding tone. You clumsily grab your bag; your hand leaving his hair as you rummage inside. It’s getting harder to concentrate on anything. Your skin burns, your clothes feel too tight, the lights too bright. He patiently waits for you as he stands at your door, stifling a laughter as you feebly shake your bag to make sure the key is in there, before rummaging again.

You unearth it among your other belongings and holds it up to his face, earning a smile from him. He kisses your wrist before lowering you onto the ground, his hand steadily holding you in place, flush to him, as he opens the door.

He has to practically drag you inside before slamming the door shut, and crowds you against it. You try your best to latch onto him, and mustering enough energy, you place both your arms on his shoulders before he envelops you in his arms, pressing you even closer. His mouth was on yours again, even more intense than before, bordering on merciless.

Your tongue swipes his lower lip, wordlessly asking for permission, and you whine as he pulled back, earning a chuckle from him.

“I wondered if it was too much, but if this what you’re like with a little ‘help’ then I would gladly do it again.”

The back of his index finger gently brushes your parted lip, the touch gentle, but his gaze betrays a hunger that has you trembling in his hold. His fingers then traced your jaw, before placing his hand on your throat, tilting your head up slightly with his thumb. Vergil’s mouth curves upwards into a wolfish grin, his eyes turn a brilliant demonic blue, something that would strike fear to even Dante, but the drugs help ease the fear, turning it into lust.

“Vergil..” You murmur.

A growl reverberated from his chest, his hands trailing down your body before settling on your hips as he hoists you up with ease, and you weakly wrap your legs around his waist. You wait for the searing kiss to immediately crash on your lips, but he merely looks at you, taking in all your features in this drugged state. He slowly leaned in, the assessing gleam in his eyes shining in the dark. He lowers his face and presses his mouth to the side of your neck, licking and nipping at the exposed skin. You crave him, his hands, his lips, his cock. You try to rut against him to satisfy yourself.

“My little teacup,” He snarls, his voice lined with a demonic twinge, full of hunger. “Will you beg for me?”

You breathe his name again, your lips brushing his cheek, “Please.” The wetness between your legs demands friction.

He has the audacity to laugh, “Please what, little one?”

Your head starts to spin with the lack of stimulation he’s deliberately not giving you. “I—I need you…”

He moves you away from the wall, and suddenly you are down on the sofa. “Undress.” He commands.

You slowly blink at him. He has to be kidding. But he makes no motion to help you at all as he removes his own clothes, so you try to remove yours.

 Tried, anyway.

 In the end he helps you, with a triumphant smile gracing his features. “Helpless, aren’t you?” He chastises coldly, head slightly tilting.

 He positions you on his lap, legs spread on either side of his thighs. You feel his hands on your hips first, ghosting over your hip bones before moving up until he reaches your breasts. He idly thumbed both your nipples, and your breath hitches. You lean into him, trying to capture his mouth, but he denies access, moving down to lick and lave at your breasts instead. One hand playing with whichever breast wasn’t preoccupied with his mouth as his other hand moves down to tease your folds. Sliding back and forth slowly, you feel like you can’t do anything but to whimper and close your eyes. You let out a loud, pathetic yelp as he rubs circles around your needy clit with his slender fingers.

“V-Vergil…” You mumble and roll your hips into his hand, matching his pace. He starts to finger fuck you then, starting off slow as he coaxed delicious moans and whimpers from you as his hand goes faster.

You were at the edge of unravelling when he stops his ministrations completely, making you snap your eyes open to stare at him with the angriest look you can muster in your current state, which lasts for a full second before your tongue lolls out of your mouth, lust taking over your mind again.

His darkening blue eyes scans your face lazily as he leans back on the sofa, making sure you watch him as he licks his fingers, and sucks it clean before gently slipping it past your lips.

“Eyes on me, teacup.” He commands, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth, pushing in and out in a slow pace, letting you lave, suck, and lick to your heart’s content as your gaze was glued to his. He watched your every move with a sort of hunger and desperation in his eyes, effectively perishing every thought in your head. He pulls his fingers back from your mouth with a wet pop and reaches down between your legs again to run them over your dripping wet cunt, your entire body jerking in pleasure that shoots up your spine, coaxing another moan. It’s too much and at the same time nowhere near enough.

Tears stream down your face when again he denies your release as you were so, so close to it. He moves you even closer to him, to taste your tears, to wipe them away with his tongue. You let out half a sniffle and half a moan as he positions you better on his cock.

He pushes your hips downwards, letting you feel the length of his cock against your swollen clit. It’s getting harder for you to keep your eyes open; you just want to close them and focus your movements on his gorgeous thick cock, but you try. God knows what he has in store for you if you disobey him, weak and drugged as you are. He lifts one of his hands away from your hips, and you look down to see him lining himself up. Your pussy aches to take all of him into you.

You close your eyes in concentration as you suffuse yourself in the gentle pressure of his head against your entrance. He teases you with it, smearing his precum onto your labia, mixing it with your own juices. He penetrates you slowly, the thick head of his cock drags against your walls, inch by girthy inch. Your cunt spreads around his cock, pulling him in impossibly deeper, you’re no longer sure where he ends and you begin.

He watches you carefully, hand snaking up to the back of your neck, forcing you forwards so he could plant open mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva and sucking in hickeys in his wake. All the while his hands grip your hips

“Vergil, p-please move?” Your voice shaking. The absolute bastard of a person Vergil is, knowing you have no energy to take matters into your own hands, and you have to rely on him, solely him for your pleasure. You can feel him smirking on your skin, as he slides out smoothly and slamming back into you, causing you to yelp. “Fuck you.” You snivel as you slump forwards.

“I’m about to.” He counters smoothly, as he repositions himself on the sofa, pushing you down in one swift move, suddenly hovering over you as he raises both your legs and rests them atop his shoulders. Finding the perfect angle, he grabs your hips in a bruising grip, pushing and pulling you as he fucks you mercilessly and relentlessly. You’re fluttering around him, keening as his fingers move down to stroke your clit, starting off slow but builds up pace to match his unforgiving pace.

He grabs your thighs after, changing the angle enough that he hits your g-spot with each thrust, setting a brutal pace, pleasure building so quickly within you, making you finally squeal in delight.

“Harder, Vergil,” You whispered, and he obeys, shifting his hips to bury himself deeper, everything in him quivers with intensity as you let out high pitched cries in the rhythm of his thrusts.

He looks at your face, half buried in the cushions, delicate, incandescent, and you burn so brilliantly under him.

You’re his sun.

And you unravel beneath him, slowly at first, before exploding into a supernova, taking him with you.

“Come for me.” Vergil pants, thumbing your clit expertly as you writhe underneath him.

You let out a hoarse cry when the climax hits, shuddering and body numbing in its intensity, your tight pussy clamping down on him. You can feel his dick swell as he draws close to his own release. He snarled as you tighten around him, his hips stuttering as he tries to push deeper into you, his balls clapping against your ass. He moans your name with such fervour when he finally reached his own orgasm and you can feel the warmth of his cum flooding you as his cock throbs and twitch against your walls.

Finally, fucking finally he pulls his still hard cock out, and you let out a sigh of relief, thinking it would be over for the day. Perhaps this one time he would let you rest, until he hovers over you again and you see the familiar glint in his eyes. Vergil shuffles you around until you’re face down on the couch, your arms strewn haphazardly around your head.

“The night has just begun, little one.” He spoke, voice soft as silk.