#Shamelessly using The Good Place references

[ineffablydelighted]

[Re-Angelized Crowley ruling Heaven alongside Supreme Archangel Aziraphale #1 & #2]

You may have encountered this fanfic of mine on Facebook. Time to bring it here! This explores what it would have been if Crowley had accepted to follow Aziraphale in Heaven... Probably Metatron's very own version of Hell... right? 😈

[This is meant to be light and funny - well, at least am I attempting to be. I reserve my deep thoughts for my analysis and I'm just as against our favorite Angel's decision as the next person 😅]

That time the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had a "big announcement" to make, Day 1

Aziraphale: On this day particularly important for me - I mean, for us all, I have the pleasure to introduce *weird Magishun tone* *already amused by his own pun* or, to re-introduce: Archangel Anthony Crowley!

Crowley: *arrives in all-black attire, already owns the place* Helloooo, suckerssss! Ooookayy, Time to change a thing or two: Beige is out, Black is in! *snaps his fingers because Crowley*

Aziraphale: aka... my husband.

Crowley: *stops in the middle of a twist* Wait, what? Since when?

Aziraphale: *with a both cute and firm smile* Since now. I've decided.

Crowley: *blushes behind his glasses* *shrugs his shoulders**tries to sound cool and detached* M'okay. Works for me.

The crowd: *Too stunned to react*

Aziraphale: A round of applause, please, that would be lovely.

The crowd: *weird applause*

Aziraphale: *innocent yet somewhat demonic smile* Thank you 🤭

When the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale asked the Meeting Room to be repainted in wood shades "because it will feel cozier"

Michael: *about to have a heart attack* *cannot deal with the Jealousy* You cannot be serious?

Uriel: Come on, Michael, it must be a joke... Right?

Metatron: *is waiting for Aziraphale to answer "Yes, of course"*

Crowley: *arrives in style* Have you told them about the yellow lights yet or have I arrived too soon?

Two Angels walk into the New Office That Somehow Looks Like an Old Bookshop to report the news on Armageddon 2.0 - which should have happened two centuries ago - and on how Attempt #451 mysteriously failed.

Crowley: *leans in Aziraphale's seat that looks like an old sofa* And why do they keep talking, exactly?

Aziraphale *holds himself back from rolling his eyes for two centuries* *sympathetic smile* I'm sure you've done your very best to make it work. Thank you.

In the middle of a very important War meeting

Crowley: *sighs* I need a drink, Angel *realizes* *does not care* Yeah, nope, cannot stop calling you that. *To Michael, Uriel, Saraqael, and Metatron* Deal with it, losers. *miracles a glass of Talisker and drinks it as if it were 6 expresso shots in one big mug*

Metatron: *Contemplates the end of his own existence as a valid option for the first time in his Eternity* *So done with their bullshirt since day 1*

Three Angels report on how Attempt #523 mysteriously failed.

Crowley: *straight-up laughing* You heard that, Angel? They didn't do what you asked them to do! *theatrical hand movements* How unusual! How revolutionary! *whispers* Can I hang them by their tiny little fee-T?

Aziraphale: *scandalized look* *high-pitched voice* Of course not!

Crowley: *sighs in childish* Ughhh, I need a drink.

When Archangel Michael makes an appearance

Crowley: Isn't it time we introduce quiet firing, Angel? Also, Micky, I need a towel! *winks at his husband*

That first time Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Archangel Crowley were about to re-enter the Elevator together.

Aziraphale & Crowley: *dressed formally* *Aziraphale loves top hats and convinced Crowley they should both wear one with reversed colors* *arm in arm*

Metatron: *clears his throat* *severe tone because that is the only tone he knows* Where do you think you two are going?

Aziraphale and Crowley: *startle like children caught stealing After Eights way before eight*

Aziraphale: We... hum... We... *looks at Crowley* Weeee thought it would be... hum... good to... hum... go back to Earth to... observe humans and to... hum... to... do... groceries? *innocent smile*

Metatron: *cannot believe his ears* Groceries?

Crowley: You haven't got the faintest idea how many wars and plagues have started in a grocery store, do ya'? *is handsy around Aziraphale's hip for no reason*

Aziraphale: *giggles*

Crowley: Come on, Angel, time to start World War III by pissing off some Karens at the cashier. T'will take what, Supreme Archangel, to kickstart Second Coming, hum? Two days? *puts his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders* *strong grip*

Aziraphale: *looks at Crowley* Oh, hum, maybe a week. *looks at Metatron* Let's not be pretentious.

Crowley: *glasses slightly down revealing his eyes only to his hubby* You mean like Michael?

Aziraphale: *giggles again before tapping Crowley's hand away from his shoulder in order to concentrate* *pretends to be shocked* Don't say that!

Metatron: *trembling voice* But... You cannot go back to Earth!

Crowley: *has NOT removed his hand from Aziraphale's shoulders* Watch us. *walks like Rihanna because Crowley, straight to the elevator*

Later, after the elevator's doors are closed.

Aziraphale and Crowley: *sigh in unison*

Aziraphale: I thought he would erase our names in the Book of Life for a second.

Crowley: Yeahhh, well... The night is still young, Angel. But, for now, time to recharge at the Ritz.

Aziraphale: Remember your promise, right?

Crowley: *pretends to not remember* Hum? Wot?

Aziraphale: You promised you wouldn't drink too much alcohol so that we can go to the Opera after. I need us to see Madam Butterfly sober!

Crowley: And I still strongly disagree with that statement. If I find Laudanum, I'll take a hundred bottles: one for tonight, the other 99 to bear the sight of Killjoy in Chief* for yet another day.

[Oh, I think we all know who Killjoy in Chief is. Obviosleh.]

Crowley: If we ever go back Up.

Aziraphale: *scandalized in type A personality* Of course, we will come back! We have responsibilities!

Crowley: Says the Supreme Archangel *of course he always mentions his hubby's new title ironically* who ASKED for a week on Earth.

Aziraphale: Yes, well... There is no such thing as the concept of vacation in Heaven at the moment, but I will certainly introduce it in a century or two. This is important!

Crowley: Sure.

Aziraphale: *talks in Life Mission* It helps stay productive. And happy!

Crowley: Riiight.

Aziraphale: You know it's true! Stop mocking me!

Crowley: I'm not, I... *freezes*

Aziraphale: What is it? Are you okay? *handsy around Crowley's shoulder*

Crowley: My Bentley is going to be so pissed at me. My baby must be so depressed... *puppy-snake-like eyes*

Aziraphale: I know where this is going... And the answer is no, Crowley. *tries to muster some authority in his tone* *fails*

Crowley: Rahhhh! Come on, Angel! You plan on taking your diaries, your favorite books, and snacks! All I want is a dozen Talisker barrels, my plants, and my car back!

Aziraphale: These things will take too much space, Crowley! What will Metatron say?

Crowley: Tss. Says the Supreme Archangel who dreams of reproducing to perfection his very Earthy Bookshop in Heaven. And has started to do exactly that! You're no fun and you're a hypocrite! An Angel, for short. And a basic* one at that.

[Insert The Good Place Michael who says "It's a human insult. You're devastated right now" gif here - Hey, we're on Tumblr, actually, I can!]

Aziraphale: *crosses his arms like a 5 yo while being 6000+* You too are an Angel, Crowley. You tend to forget about that.

Crowley: I'm not an Angel-Angel, Angel. Do you know why? Because I don't have a whole range of brooms stuck inside my bottom.

Aziraphale: *hurt* *also annoyed* *but mostly hurt* And here I was, thinking we would just spend an amazing week together. *trembling voice* You're the no-fun one, Crowley. *almost about to cry* *avoids eye contact*

Crowley: *notices* *pretends not to care* *holds himself back from thinking how cute Aziraphale's pouty face is* *fails miserably* *growls in defeat* How unfair is that?!

Aziraphale: *pretends not to hear for a second* *turns back to him* *keeps his pouty face steady* What? What is unfair?

Crowley: Nevermind, Angel. *sigh* Alright... I will limit my alcohol consumption to four, maybe five glasses.

Aziraphale: *cutest smile emerges* Thank you 🥰 *happy as in a Mariah Carey Christmas clip* *giggles*

Crowley: *blushes behind his glasses* *takes Aziraphales' arm back*

*Pretty long silence*

Crowley: Seriously, though, Sexy is gonna be so pissed at me.

Aziraphale: *high-pitched voice* OH MY LORD, for Heaven's sake, Crowley, the answer is no! Not another word!

Crowley: She might not want to take us to places, you don't understand how serious that is, Angel! What if she never forgives me? What if... *parent's biggest fear* What if she has been car-napped? Or worse? Ran away on her own? She could be anywhere by now!

Aziraphale: *tries to be reassuring* Well, if she isn't here when we arrive, we can miracle her back, it will be fine, Cro-

Crowley: And hurt her even more, treating her like... like... well, a car? I cannot talk to you when you are delusional like that! You're really pissing me off, *makes childish faces* SuPrEmE ArChAnGeL. *crosses his arms* *looks away*

*New silence*

Aziraphale: What if I allow you to drink as much as you like?

Crowley: *mumbles* Not enough.

Aziraphale: Come on, I need you to meet me halfway!

Crowley: *gritted teeth* Not. Enough.

Aziraphale: *sighs in angry mom* What do you want?!

Crowley: I told you what I wanted. You just don't listen.

Aziraphale: We cannot bring the Bentley to Heaven, Crowley! This is not happening!

Crowley: Then I'm not coming back either. Simple. *shrugs in blackmail*

Aziraphale: *shocked*

Crowley: For the record: when humans get married, Angel, they usually do not reject their spouses' child. You... You're behaving like a nasty mother-in-law right now and I'm not having it.

Aziraphale: Did you just Lady Tremaine-labelled me? For real?!

Crowley: Yep. You're that mean. I cannot believe how quickly your new job had gone to that top hat-ed head of yours.

Aziraphale: ...

Crowley: How career changes people, isn't it just baffling.

Aziraphale & Crowley: *cross their arms and look away at the same time*

*ANOTHER silence*

Aziraphale: *defeated sigh* *literally cannot be mad at his hubby for more than 3 minutes* One Talisker barrel, only the plants that stayed in the Bentley and... the Bentley. IF, and ONLY IF she consents to be... huh... reduced in size a little.

Crowley: *yells in bad faith* Here, have some fatphobia, now! I've seen it all! *points a reproachful finger at his spouse* You're a disappointment, Angel.

Aziraphale: *starting to lose patience* Crowley...

Crowley: Two barrels.

Aziraphale: Do not push your luck, I swear...

Crowley: Have you not noticed I'm winning the argument by now, SuPrEmE aRcHaNgEl?

Aziraphale: This is. Not. About. Winning, Crowley! And it is so unfair you keep our Soirée hostage until you get what you want!

Crowley: I'm a demon, Angel. Demons tend to do that.

Aziraphale: Technically, you aren't anymore!

Crowley: We both know you never technically sent the form to make my re-Angelisation official, so I am technically AND in truth: *marks a pause* Still. A demon.

Aziraphale: Exactly! A nasty mother-in-law would never do such a thing!

Crowley: So?

Aziraphale: A raging bureaucrat either!

Crowley: So?

Aziraphale: And certainly NOT a basic Angel!

Crowley: *annoyed* SO?

Aziraphale: I need you to take that back! That was unfair and BEYOND mean, Crowley! *shaking lips*

Crowley: *growls* *rolls his eyes* FINE. *removes his glasses* Sorry, Angel. It was the worried parent speaking.

Aziraphale: *little smirk Crowley has never seen before* *so ready for his petty revenge* Not. Enough.

Crowley: *finds it super hot* *likes being imitated* *cannot concentrate anymore* You... hum... Okay, what do you want? *is wondering how he went from winning the argument to being a fair loser in a matter of a single no-so-angelic smirk*

Aziraphale: *ready to push his luck* How about... a little dance?

Crowley: Out of the question.

Aziraphale: Crowley...

Crowley: NO.

Aziraphale: Crowley...

Crowley: *feels his determination melt like ice at the heart of Hell* *gritted teeth* Fi-

Elevator: Earth. *neutral ding* *doors opens*

Aziraphale: *takes Crowley's hand in his* *looks at him with soft eyes*

Crowley: *cannot believe a SuPrEMe ArChAnGeL could ever make him swoon**longest sigh* Ughhhh. Let's get this over with.

Aziraphale: *recoils to enjoy the view better*

Crowley:

You were right,

You were right,

I was wrong,

You were righ-T. *sighs* Satisfactory enough, SuPrEmE aRcHaNgEl?

Aziraphale: Thank you, Cinderella. *leaves first in victory*

Crowley: *wants to murder and kiss him at the same time*

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Request: "hiiiii! i love your writing soo much, i’m not sure if you take in requests but if you do, could you write something about sevika w/ chubby reader where she’s feeling insecure and sevika worships her body alll night (maybe gentle sex?) byeeeee😚"

Word Count: 2.6k Content/Warnings: nsfw, reader referred to w fem pronouns/terms, reader has female anatomy, top! sev, bottom! reader, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), talk of body insecurity A/N: omg doing requests makes me nervous bc like... what if it's not good lol anyway i still really enjoyed this request and i loveee me some soft!sevika. i hope you enjoy, and that perhaps this will serve as a bit of comfort for when you're feeling down on yourself. all bodies are good bodies, and all bodies deserve love; that is a non-negotiable. praying to Aphrodite for blessings to anyone needing an extra boost of self-love today <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

You're taking far too long to get ready. 

This certainly isn't an uncommon occurrence, and Sevika has come to learn that you will almost always underestimate the amount of time you need to get dolled up. Thankfully, when it comes to you, she has the patience of a saint. 

But still, you're taking too long to get ready. 

She peers down at the watch you got her for her birthday last year- it’s 30 minutes out from your dinner reservation at one of the nice restaurants topside- and rises from the couch, contemplating which cliche she'll use to poke some lighthearted fun at your lengthy getting-ready routine. 

“Not gettin’ any younger-”

No, she'd used that one last time. 

“You're running on turtle time in here.”

She snorts to herself. She recalls the way you always stop what you're doing to roll your pretty eyes at that one, but never without a grin. 

Once upon a time, she considered her one and only purpose to be fighting for the prosperity of Zaun. That was before she made you smile for the first time. 

A grin adorns her own face as she crosses the threshold from the hallway into your shared bedroom, but when she makes it to the door of the attached bathroom, the upward quirk of her lip falls. 

The door is slightly ajar, just enough for her to see your reflection in the mirror. 

You're pinching at the fullness of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. A deep frown is etched onto your face, and when she sees tears begin to prick your eyes, she leaves two gentle knocks on the door. 

Your eyes go wild for a split second, but when you meet her gaze through the reflection, your shoulders drop with a sigh. Not in relief, but in defeat.  

No lighthearted quip falls from her lips this time. Not when her girl is upset.

“You okay in here, baby?”

She opens the door wider before leaning on its frame, concerned eyes glued to you. 

“These don't fit anymore,” you mumble, looking down at the jeans you're now peeling off.  

“Yeah?” 

You look up to find that a lazy smirk graces her face, her gaze shamelessly trailing up and down your lower half. 

“Sev.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours upon hearing your curtness. Usually, you wouldn't be able to help but crack a little smile as she checked you out. 

Her own words are somber now. 

“Hey,” she says, gingerly tucking away the stray tendril of hair that had fallen into your face as you bent over to tug your pants off of your ankles. “Talk to me. What's going on?”

An irritated huff escapes you as you squeeze your eyes shut and place your hands on your hips. 

“What's going on is that I’m…”

Your words come out harsher than you’d intended. You open your eyes to find that she stares back with nothing but warmth. 

The patience of a saint.  

You exhale through your nose, turning back to the mirror to examine the fullness of your figure. 

Your eyes begin to water again. 

“I've gained so much weight, Sevika. I look so bad.”

She rears her head back, and for a good 10 seconds, she stares at you with pure, incredulous offense. 

“What?” She finally spits, but you know she isn't angry with you. “What are you talking about?” 

“You don't get it,” you grovel. You knew she wouldn't. There wasn't a universe that existed in which she regarded your body as anything less than worthy of worship; you just wished you could see what she saw. 

“Listen,” she begins, brows raised in disbelief, “I don't mean to make you feel silly or anything, but… baby.”

She slots herself behind you, strong arms wrapping around to circle the form you'd just been scrutinizing. Her touch has always reflected the reverence she has for your body, for you. Her palms will splay across your body, savoring every curve and dip, traveling like a steady stream through peaks and valleys. 

Now, her mech hand sits cool and firm on your hip, its flesh counterpart snaking up your arm. She leaves a squeeze when she gets to the junction between your shoulder and your neck- tight, she notes; she'll work some of the knots out later tonight- before planting a kiss in its wake. 

Her chin rests there now, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“You're so fucking gorgeous.”

Her breath fans your ear as she speaks. The purr of her words rumbles through you like a chill down your spine.

She knows your weaknesses. 

Your lips quirk up into a small smirk. 

“That's what you think,” you rebut.

“I don't think; I know.”

Indignation never did get far with Sevika, even in tender moments like these. More often than not, she knows she's right, and she has no problem refreshing your memory of that. 

It's why she suddenly pulls out her phone, looks up a phone number unbeknownst to you, and gives it a call. 

You watch in confusion as she saunters back into your room, phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she begins to fumble with the buckle of her belt.

“Hey, yeah, I've got a reservation for Sevika tonight at seven,”

She slides the belt off through the loops of her pants,

“Yeah, for two; that's right. Hate to do this so late notice, but something's come up and we won't be able to make it.”

You quirk a curious brow. Her socks are off now, and she’s fumbling to take her watch off her wrist and place it back on the dresser. 

“Perfect. Appreciate your understanding. Yeah, you too.”

With that, she hangs up, tosses the phone onto the plush comforter, and strolls over to you unassumingly. 

Your head is tilted to the side as she approaches and wraps her strong arms around your waist once more. 

“What’d you do that for?” 

“Don't pout, mama,” she keens, twisting you around to face the mirror. Her hand sneaks around to dip underneath your top, her hand inching up your waist and taking the material of your shirt with it. 

“You heard me. Something else came up.”

You chortle as her intentions are made obvious by eager hands pulling your shirt over your head and dark eyes taking in the lace garment hidden underneath.

“Honey, you didn't have to-”

“Nuh-uh,” she interrupts. “We can go out to dinner anytime. Right now,”

Her grip is gentle on your jaw as she turns your head, her eyes now meeting your own,

“if I can make you feel as gorgeous as I know you are, even if just for a second,”

And then, she plants a kiss on your lips, on your jaw, just below your ear, before she asserts,

“Then you're damn right I’m putting everything on the back burner to do just that.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when her fingers dip below the band of your underwear, lingering just for a second, just above where she knows you want her, before she pulls them away with a growing smirk. 

“C’mere, baby,” she mutters, twisting you around once more to face her. “Let me kiss you first.”

The first one she plants on your lips is soft, tender, like you’re made of porcelain. She holds your face in her hands like you’ll fall to the ground, shattering into pieces below her if she lets go. 

She knows that words have never been her forte- that she’ll never be able to articulate just how achy her heart gets when she thinks about how special you are to her- so she’ll try her best to show you this way. With a kiss that grows deeper, more eager, as fervent as the love she harbors for you, if she can manage it. She’ll catch your bottom lip between her teeth, tongue darting out to soothe it before the muscle finds your own, inviting it to dance. She’ll grab your jaw, grip the hair at the base of your skull, press her body against yours as she pulls you impossibly close; so close that hopefully, for a fleeting moment in time, the two of you become one. 

Maybe then, you’ll feel what she feels. You’ll see what she sees. 

Perfection. All she sees is perfection.

She guides you to face the mirror again, breathless as she whispers,

“Look how pretty. Can’t get enough.”

She’s trailing kisses along your shoulders as she unbuttons her own shirt, the fabric parting to reveal that she dons nothing underneath it. 

“Scandalous,” you tease. 

“You’re the one who yells at me when you go to grab my tits and there’s something in the way.”

Her lips quirk up into a smile when you punch out a laugh, throwing your head back against her shoulder. 

“Pretty girl,” she muses again, dipping down to place a kiss on your neck. 

Her hands are back on your waist as soon as her shirt hits the floor, kneading at the fullness that never fails to drive her crazy. She hums in approval, a deep rumble that nearly escapes her as a growl. She pulls you flush against her body, her mech arm wrapping around to anchor you in place. 

Your breath quickens. You know what she’s doing. Holding you up, because when she’s done with you, your legs will have given out. 

She smirks at the hitch in your breath. 

“You ready for me, baby?”

There’s no need for her to ask. Her fingers have already found the arousal pooling at your core. 

“Oh, you’re ready,” she coos. 

“Please,” you whisper as her finger trails up, parting your lips with no resistance, but never making it to the aching bud of nerves above them, never dipping lower to plunge into you. “Please, Vika.”

“So pretty when you beg,” 

You gasp as she presses a finger into you, walls clenching down onto its thickness,

“so pretty when you take my fingers,” 

Your walls flutter back open, ready to take the second finger she has poised at your entrance. You practically swallow the two digits, hissing at the fullness, and then, she’s pulling them all the way out, 

“always,” a thrust, “so,” then another, “pretty.”

She makes due on her silent promise, fucking into you until you can’t stand on your own. You whine when suddenly, her fingers are completely unsheathed. She just chuckles as she effortlessly turns you around, lifting you up to sit on the counter and slotting herself between your legs. 

“You could really stand to have some patience,” she scolds, but the way she smiles into the kiss she leans down to deliver belies her attempt at sternness. 

Still, you plan on retorting anyway; that is, until she unbuttons her pants, pulling them down to reveal the strap she’s had on. 

“You were packing?” you exhale.

She shimmies out of her pants with a lazy grin. “I was planning on bathroom sex,” she shrugs, before stepping forward to pull your underwear down your legs and toss them who-knows-where. “Looks like I got what I wanted after all.”

You inhale through your teeth when she drags the head of the toy through your slick, your hips bucking up for more. 

“Patience, mama,” she warns again. “You’re open for me. Won’t take long.”

You bite down on your lip, brows knit together in pleasure as you watch the silicone slowly sink into you. You’re holding your breath, and you don’t realize she’s been doing the same until she chokes out a grunt at the sight of her strap buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“Fuck, Y/n;” she grits, “so fucking good. You’re so fucking good for me.”

You can see her hips stutter with restraint as she tries her best to hold back, tries her best to keep slow and steady as she begins moving in and out of you; but when your hands wrap around her neck, one hand clawing at her shoulder as you spit, “harder,” she unravels. 

She pulls you closer by your thighs, and you yelp as her hips snap up into you. Her eyes are glued to the way you take her, cock slipping in and out of your pussy over and over, so easily, so effortlessly. 

“Shit,” she rasps, driving into you, “so good. Gods, I love you.”

And when her eyes snap up to meet yours, it’s written all over her face. Her eyes are blown out in pure adoration, like she loves you more than she’s loved anything in her entire life. You can’t help but tear up. 

“Woah, hey,” she immediately consoles, coming to a halt inside of you. Her hand reaches up to cup your face, worried eyes scanning you. “Good tears or bad tears?”

“Good tears,” you immediately confirm with a watery smile, “Good tears. Keep going, baby; I just love you, too.”

A breathy chuckle of relief leaves her as she leans in to press her forehead against yours. 

She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. You pull her closer, too, breathy moans floating through the air as you rock your hips against the fullness inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you mewl, hand flying down to rub tight circles onto your clit. 

“That’s right, baby,” she croons, bringing her hips forward to meet every buck of your own. “Gods, you’re so fucking sexy. Wanna see you come; wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart on my dick.” 

The sound of skin on skin joins the chorus of grunts and whines as she picks up her pace again, coaxing you over the edge. 

“You gonna come for me? Gonna give it to me?”

You nod frantically, wordlessly, fingers working at your clit, your other hand pulling her closer, closer, until finally, you topple over the edge. 

Your legs shake around her waist, nails digging into her shoulder as you cry out.

“There we go,” she purrs, arms holding you close as you ride out the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

She doesn’t let go. Just holds you, plants kisses all over your face as you catch your breath, whispers praises into your ear as your muscles relax; and only when you let go, does she take a step back, careful as she pulls out, hands massaging the plush of your thighs. 

You stare up at her through your lashes, eyes already becoming heavy with sleep as contentment washes over you, warming the blood in your veins.

“Let me clean you up before you pass out,” she teases. “We’re already in the bathroom. That’s half the battle.”

You chuckle, watching with a soft smile as she wets a soft wash cloth with warm water, brushing gently over your sticky thighs, jumping in surprise as it makes contact with your sensitive core. 

“Sorry, love,” she mutters apologetically. 

She tosses the rag aside, taking your face in both of her hands as she steels herself with a deep breath.

“You know I’m not good with words…” 

You giggle at her sudden sentimentality. She refuses to admit it, but she always gets this way after sex: soft, ungaurded, vulnerable. Laid out for you to have and to hold. 

“...but you know that I don’t lie either. Ever. So, when I tell you that I’ve never seen someone so goddamn gorgeous, I need you to believe me. Can you do that?”

She raises a brow, lips quirking up into a smile.

You shrug with a smirk. “I’ll try.”

She rolls her eyes playfully before placing a kiss on your temple. 

You were stubborn; she knew that much. 

But Sevika’s stubborn, too. For the rest of her days, if she can make you feel as gorgeous as she knows you are, even if just for a second, then you’re damn right she’ll spend the rest of her days trying.

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[midgarangel]

ꗃ plaything | cloud strife ☁️

summary: pretty much a sequel to “i could use your help.”

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, movie night, full on switch cloud lets gooo, choking, penetration, more whimpering whaaa who said that!? fake jealous needy reader who just wants an excuse to give cloud hickeys.

words: 2.5k

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His room was much more illuminated considering the amount of candles you made him. It had been a week since your spontaneous night with Cloud. Right now he was on an outing with Jessie, something about finding more supplies for the next few missions. Meanwhile you were spinning in his desk chair waiting for him to come back.

There was laughter and conversation coming from down the hall. Soon a key entered the lock and in came the man of the hour.

“Night Cloud!!!!” Jessie shouted.

“Night Jessie.” He walked in, closed the door, and took a long inhale, sniffing the room. Happy to see you here, he knew you’d be here.

“Vanilla?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?” You asked waiting for his approval, kicking your feet back and forth.

“S-alright.” He hung up his armor then rummaged for loungewear. Settling on some gray sweats and a black t-shirt. You shamelessly watched him undress then get dressed.

“Eyes up here.” He said shaking his head smirking.

You rolled your eyes playfully,

“..You know she has a crush on you right?”

“Jessie?”

“Yes Cloud, who else?”

“You sound jealous.”

“Wha- I-”

“Someone’s jealous.”

He adjusted his clothes then walked over to you. pinching your cheek and popping a chocolate in his mouth. You brought chocolate? How sweet. Noting you were wearing a cute sleep set too. Something about your outfits really got him going.

“Am not…just…she’s pretty obvious. ”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Cloud said chuckling, now caressing your face. You fell into his touch.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

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About 45 minutes into the movie you were getting a bit bored. Even though you loved the movie currently on, practically begging Cloud to give it a chance, you couldn’t focus.

Especially because of the position you both were in. You sat in between his legs up against his chest. Popcorn bowl on your lap, he’d reach for some. Seemingly very interested in the movie you chose.

His other hand resting on your stomach, close to where you wanted him to touch you most.

“Aw man I hope he gets out of the cave.” Cloud said as he grabbed some more popcorn.

You knew the scene he was referring to, you had seen it already. Instead your mind was coming up with ways to distract him. You wiggled a little pretending to get comfy.

Cloud laughed at the next scene.

“Yeah he’s done for. No way they’re getting out of there.”

And so were you. You were aching, this was torture.

You wiggled a bit more, this time turning over on your side so your cheek was on his chest.

“All good?” He asked looking down at you.

“Mhm.” You replied tracing the veins on his arms, then his hands.

He was invested in the movie but couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Admiring.”

Admiring?

“My arm?”

“And your hand.”

“Right.” He flexed his arm for you jokingly.

You wanted to bite him at this point. He was driving you insane.

“Kinda want them on me.” You said quietly.

“Oh.”

Oh?

You got up sitting on your heels still inbetween him. Essentially blocking his view of the movie.

He gasped a little when you gave him a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. Straddling him, you guided one of his hands to your hip and the other to your neck, urging him to squeeze a bit.

He raised an eyebrow at you, hesitant to do it. You made a noise he wanted to hear all night. Very turned on by his hand around your throat. Then with a smile you took your hand and placed it on his neck, not choking just yet.

“Is this ok?”

Cloud nodded fervently. Your pretty, little fingertips wrapping around him, feeling his rapid pulse against your hand.

“You’re enjoying this yeah?” He could tell you were, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“So are you.” You rebutted not giving him the satisfaction.

You held his neck a little tighter then let go making him shamelessly gasp. Tracing his lips then his jawline, all the way to his neck you just had your hand on.

“Cloud you’re so pretty.”

He was blushing but you couldn’t tell with how dark the room was.

You kissed his neck a bit, he sighed into it. Still grinding on him here and there, the movie was forgotten at this point, playing in the background.

“Wanna mark you…” You said hazily, still kissing and licking his neck.

You heard a strained ‘Fuck’ fall from his lips. He couldn’t fucking breathe. He was seeing stars.

“Wanna make Jessie jealous.”

“She’s just a f-friend..”

Of course she was. You knew she was. But it couldn’t hurt to let her assume Cloud was taken just by glancing at his neck on their next mission right?

“Wanna make you my plaything.” Was the last thing you said.

His hands holding your hips tighter once he felt you suck. One hickey right under his ear, the other on the side of his neck.

The realization has a cute moan leaving his lips as he feels hot all over at your debaunched behavior. He wanted to do the same to you, maybe later.

“Plaything?” Cloud asked.

You nodded watching his next move.

He took your hand back toward his throat, guiding it there, his own fingers pressing yours into place.

“Do it again… harder this time.”

Your stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and something electric sparking through you. Curling your fingers around his neck, feeling the pulse thudding under your grip. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching you, daring you.

You tightened your hold just enough. His head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out of him, eyes fluttering half-shut.

“l-like that? i-is that fine?” You whispered, unsure but caught up in the way he was looking at you, like you’d just unlocked something he didn’t even know he wanted.

“More than fine…” He breathed, hands digging into your thighs, urging you closer. “Please don’t stop.”

Keeping a steady pace as your hips grind over his, it felt delicious. Though it was getting hot and your clothes were acting as barriers.

He groans, leaning back down, nosing against the soft spot beneath your jaw. He doesn’t wanna stop but he’s so painfully hard against your shorts he's fucking leaking.

“..Can you lay down for me?”

His tough demeanor melting more and more every time you guys were together. You giggled at his sudden request, lying yourself down underneath him.

Cloud laughed softly. His eyes searching yours while his thumb trailed up the side of your neck to angle your face and give him more access. The way you might look helpless, pinned beneath him like this, but the way he knows you're anything but.

He loves that about you, how you never back down, how you can flip the tables on him. How you end up straddling his hips, your thin fingers, so much stronger than they look, wrapped around his throat. The coolness of your fingertips as you squeeze them gently making his vision blur with want.

But that was a few moments ago, this is different. Half of your clothes discarded somewhere on his floor.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

His erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts.

His touch dips under the waistband, before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are very aware of is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all of this.

“Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub.

He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring within. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you. All the right spots to squeeze and caress, which seemed crazy considering you had to guide his hand towards your throat earlier.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Clouds fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed.

His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this continues. The band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really need you," Cloud murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"Yes..please.. I need you too..” You softly whimper. Your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

The moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his sweatpants. His strong calloused hands are gently tugging your shorts down as well. Cloud doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times but now wasn’t the time.

The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your pussy grip around his cock.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Cloud lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh by a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"You’re unreal." He huffs.

“No you.” You stare back at him adoringly.

His tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's floor.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet.

In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his fingers up to his lips to suck your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it—you just taste so fucking good.

"Cloud…” You whisper, "c'mon.. just-I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Cloud keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking head touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Cloud licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more.

He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his dick prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

This is what you had been wanting since you turned that beloved yet forgotten movie on earlier.

He slides in another inch and then he bottoms out completely, filling you whole. With his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight-fuck..you feel so good." He murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in.

“Harder? Please Cloud..”

“Yeah?” He smirks, breathing heavily.

“Mhmm..”

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold. Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass.

He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You wanna be good for him. He can tell. He wants to be good for you too.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me.” He breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier,

"Oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye-mmmf..yes.." You hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Cloud brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you.

"I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.." He continued.

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud—borderline-pornographic—moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so— you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I— I'm gonna—!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan. His hand reappearing this time on your neck.

You moan deeply, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"Gonna cum on my dick?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you, his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Clouds hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes — you’re thrown over the edge.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Cloud squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off. Whimpering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck’s” and "oh my god’s” and "yes’s.”

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy spiky hair. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Cloud is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

“That was a great movie.”

“Stopppp!” You said laughingly.

“What? It was! Perfect ending.” He kissed your shoulder.

You and Cloud spent the rest of the night enjoying eachothers company.

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this is my longest fic on this acc so far!! as always, i hope you enjoyed xx <3

[evie-sturns]

𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: you're in the mood, chris isn't, just because hes not in the mood doesnt mean you can't get off by yourself, right?

warnings: smut, fem!masturbation, use of vibrator, teasing.

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the heat between my thighs is growing as i lay next to chris. hes scrolling aimlessly on his phone, the way his hand is gripping it, his hair resting on his forehead as the dim light from his phone illuminates his blue eyes in the pitch black room.

god.

i squirm slightly in bed, as i let out a soft whimper.

"you okay?" chris asks, his voice raspy and deep.

"chris..?" i mumble, sitting up in bed.

"mhm?" he says, sitting up aswell.

i pull back the covers slightly, just so chris's clothed lap is uncovered, i place my palm on his bulge, rubbing softly through his sweatpants. "stop please." he whispers, grabbing my wrist lightly and placing it back on my lap.

i look down at my hand, resting on my lap. my cheeks flush from embarrassment, chris flicks on the small lamp on the bedside table. "i'm sorry baby, not in the mood today, i'm really tired." chris says rubbing my back in circles

“please chris.. i need you.” i whine.

“y/n, i have a busy day tommorow, i need to go to sleep. i’m sorry, but i’m not doing this today.”

i nod, "it's fine." i say, climbing over chris's legs out of bed.

chris's eyes follow me as i walk over to our closet, rummaging through it before pulling out a small pink vibrator. i hold it in my hand, attempting to hide it.

without another word i pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it in the closet, my shorts and panties follow.

"sweetheart, i told you, not today." he mumbles as i climb back into bed.

"i know, just cause you're not in the mood, doesn't mean i'm not." i say, turning on the vibrator, the hum of it fills the room as his head snaps to my direction. "oh fuck." he groans, barely audible.

i turn the vibrator up to a higher setting, before pressing it against my clit. a shaky moan exits my mouth as i grip the mattress in-between me and chris.

he's staring shamelessly, repositioning himself.

my moans intensify as i twist on the bed. "good girl." he says, reaching a hand over and running it through my hair. "oh my god." i whimper as he grabs my hand which is gripping the matress. he holds my hand.

"such pretty noises, turn it up for me." he says referring to the toy. i keep it on the same setting, already overstimulated. "don't make me repeat myself." he says, his voice hoarse.

i nod with a little moan, clicking the button on the vibrator, turning it up to the highest setting. chris praises me as i squeeze his hand until my knuckles grow white.

he takes his hand out of my silky hair, before reaching between my legs and grabbing the vibrator from me, pressing it harsher against my clit.

'i cant!-" i grip his wrist which is holding the vibrator as i squeeze my eyes shut. my orgasm hits me as my legs shake frantically. i pant, trying to catch my breath but chris holds the vibrator still against my clit.

"too much!!" i say on the verge of tears. "too much!" i repeat, pulling his arm away from me.

he turns it off before sitting up on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. he pulls me up onto his lap, cradling me as he grips my thighs, trying to stop the shaking. "you alright?" he says quietly, trying not to provoke me. "i think so.."

after a few minutes of him kissing my forehead and praising me, i feel a hard bulge pressing against my hip.

"chris.." i mumble.

"wait what?" he says, acting clueless.

"i thought ya weren't turned on?" i say innocently.

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this was such a good req fr

i fucking love chase atlantic i cant

[pencil-n-pen]

hii! i hope you are doing well. i love your overworked series so much. it's very relatable to me on what the circumstances the reader is in and all i do eat the series all up(munch munch) how about like a study date for them? that would be cute

Hello honey !! Thank you so much for this request, I was so excited to write it <3 Hope you enjoy!

STUDY OR DATE

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄ ౨ৎ ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠄⠂

summary: you ask Leon to go on a study date with you at a coffee shop. Things don’t go as planned, but work out just fine in the end.

cw: i think this qualifies as a drabble not a oneshot it’s short :( but sweet :) sorry some angst slipped in there, one of Leon’s ex friends says some kind of mean things about you but Leon comes to your defense, honestly that’s it this is pretty fluffy

a/n: i just know leon absolutley slams those frou frou coffee drinks. i say this as a frou frou coffee drink enjoyer

no the Baby I'm Yours reference was not intentional

masterlist | previous (not actually a SERIES series, just takes place in the same universe)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

It was you who proposed the idea of a study date.

"I think it might be nice," You'd said, staring at your shoes and shuffling in place as people file out of the last class of your day- the one you share with Leon. "I usually study by myself, but I think it would be good to... get out of my room, for a bit. Um. And then we could study together?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

This is one of his current favorite sentences. "Training you to stand your ground, princess. Nothing bad is gonna happen when you do."

You squeeze the strap of your backpack. "Telling...? But also asking, because I don't know if you're free."

"Even if I did have plans I would cancel them. Where were thinking of going?"

A burst of heat rises to your face. "That cafe? Near the east side of campus?"

He leans down, giving you a quick peck on the nose. "I think that's a great idea."

The walk to the cozy cafe isn't too long, but it is cold. You shamelessly use the winter chill as an excuse to cuddle up to Leon.

"As if you need one," He mumbles, squeezing you close to him.

When you arrive to the shop, the bell dinging signifying your entrance, Leon tugs at the backpack on your shoulder.

"Gimme that. I'll snag us a table that has outlets. Order something for me?"

You don’t have to look to know the hand in front of you has his credit card in it. And you know better than to refuse. He likes spending money on you, for whatever reason. You’re not complaining, really, it just eats at you a little bit. Just a little.

But it’s also really, really, really sweet. The kindness tends to override the guilt, in his case.

For yourself, you order exactly what you want- Leon has a second sense for when you order something that's for the sake of preserving money rather than what you actually want. You'd asked him once where his seemingly never-ending supply of money came from, but he'd just kissed you on the forehead and told you not to worry about it. You kind of still worry about it, but never enough for him to notice.

For Leon, you order exactly what he wants but will never admit to liking- an iced caramel macchiato. The way coffee shops like Starbucks make them, not the traditional way. More milk and sugar than coffee. It's funny watching him slug his way through black coffee with a splash of milk when you know for a fact the milky, sugary coffee drinks never last longer than about five minutes when they're in front of him.

The cafe isn't that crowded, so it doesn't take long for your drinks to be ready. You take them from the bar with a thanks, then slide into the table Leon snagged for you.

His eyes catch on the drink.

"What is that?"

"An iced caramel macchiato."

"And why, exactly, did you order that for me?"

"Because you like them."

"No I-"

"Don't even pretend."

He takes the drink with a grumble, but reaches across the table and squeezes your hand once, a quiet thank you.

You take a sip of your own drink, then take your supplies out of your backpack and get to work.

You work fairly quietly, Leon occasionally sliding random snacks he, apparently, just keeps with him across the table to you. At one point, he gets up and returns with a plate that has a few of the pastries you were eyeing earlier on it. How he even knew exactly which ones you wanted is a mystery to you.

An hour or so after he gets the pastries, the bell dings, signifying someone's entrance.

"No way! Leon, is that you?"

Leon's face twists into something sour and angry, and a small stab of apprehension slices through your chest as the voice is accompanied by approaching feet.

"Josh," Leon says evenly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Haven't seen you in awhile. On purpose."

You turn, eyeing the man that's standing behind you, a few other guys standing a little ways behind him, all leering for a glance.

The Josh in question just laughs. "Oh, whatever Leon," His gaze catches on your face and his eyes widen.

"No way. Are you seriously here with the pretentious--"

"You mean my girlfriend?" Leon leans forward in his seat, his jaw set and his fists clenched where they rest on the table. "Be very careful about your next words."

Girlfriend?

Josh blinks. "I meant nothing by it, man. I'm just surprised to see you here with her, is all."

Leon looks absolutely murderous. "And why would that be?"

"Just because, you know. We always talked about how annoying her attitude was. And that rivalry thing you guys had."

"I remember ditching you guys when you started ragging on her, yeah. Fuck off, Josh."

Josh raises his hands. "Jeez, okay man. I was just surprised. You're seriously choosing that girl over us?"

"This woman, yes. We were never friends like that. Forgive me if I prefer being with someone who doesn't make me consider the legality of finishing a college degree in prison."

Josh seems upset by Leon's statement, but Leon holds his ground. He jerks his head towards the rest of the gaggle. "Go."

Josh scampers away, metaphorical tail between his legs.

Leon immediately turns to you, brows furrowed in concern and body un-tensing. "Are you okay? Did he upset you? Do I need to kill him?"

You blurt out the first and only thing you got from that entire exchange.

"I'm your girlfriend?"

He re-tenses.

"Do you... not want to be?"

"No!" You shout, a little too loudly, because Josh and his friends look back over, but the ensuing glare from you and Leon is enough for them to look away so quickly you think you hear Josh’s neck pop.

"No," you say quietly, "I um. I'd really like to be your girlfriend. I just. I didn't know what we were."

He gets that fond look in his eyes again. The one he gets before he says something sappy.

"Baby," He says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand. "I"m yours. I mean that. I didn't formally ask you out because I figured you wanted to take things slow."

"I did. At first."

He smiles. "Then princess, my princess, may I please be your boyfriend?"

You can't help the giddy giggle the escapes your mouth. "Yes."

"Oh thank god," He says, wiping fake sweat off his brow. "It would've been awkward to have a heart attack and die in this cafe."

"That seems a bit extreme."

"Not really. Have you seen my girlfriend? Cardiac events are a normal reaction, I assure you."

You don't get much studying done for the rest of the day.

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After that, there is a noticeable increase in study dates and date-dates. Leon is weirdly good at picking date spots and ideas.

The first time he introduces you as his girlfriend at a party, Ada shouts so loudly you think she might burst someone's eardrum. Your roommates all squeal with excitement when you tell them.

Chris, being Chris, says "Weren't you already dating?" when Leon tells him the news. That seems to be the general consensus.

You're on another study date right now, Leon's face doing that cute little scrunch thing when he's thinking about a math problem, and you set your pencil down just to stare at him.

He's your boyfriend.

You're his girlfriend.

He looks up at you, chewing on the end of his pencil. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No," You say, a little breathless. "M' just looking at my boyfriend."

He grins, leaning across the table to give you a kiss, soft and slow.

You're normally not one for PDA.

But maybe you'll allow it. For your boyfriend.

ᯓ✦

[dwaekkicidal]

The Library

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Second part of 'The Incidents' Series; based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv/creep, accidental stimulation (m receiving), (semi)public masturbation (m)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :)

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han wasn’t sure what came over him that first time. He genuinely didn't know when he grew the balls to do such a thing in a public place with his crush not even a foot away— even touching him at one point during it. But as the weeks went on he found himself doing it more and more, to the point where the shame was almost nonexistent from how normal it became for him.

Another thing that became normal was hanging out with the girl outside of class. They even exchanged numbers after the first week. For “studying” purposes. Or whatever lie he told her as an excuse to get her phone number. Part of him was excited, it’s a chance to get to know her better! But the other part of him was dreading the closeness that would ensue. God forbid if she ever found out about what I did..

With that thought lingering around his mind he opens the giant library doors, slipping inside quietly and nodding at the clerk as he walks past. The glasses on his head falter with the nod, but he fixes them in place before fiddling with his chain. He walks to his usual spot in complete silence, not even sparing the packed desks a glance as he focuses on the music in his airpods. Unfortunately for him, this is how he misses a set of eyes that landed him from the moment he walked in.

He also misses the way she interrupts herself from talking to her friends to stare at him wide-eyed, not used to seeing him in anything but an oversized sweater. She looks him up and down in awe, from the glasses that sit on top of his beanie to his black turtleneck that’s decorated with a silver Cuban chain necklace. Then to his long sleeves that are rolled up to his elbows, showing off his watch and shiny rings. “Oh. My. Gosh.” She excuses herself from her friends and gathers her things, running after him.

The boy in question finally makes it to his secluded spot with no extra social interaction and he sets up his study supplies around the table, making sure to put his bag in the empty chair beside him. He looks around, smiling to himself at the lack of people around and the giant window beside him that shows off the cloudy weather. It might be cringe, but fuck do I love this weather. He double-checks his bag for his umbrella and pulls out his laptop. It boots up quickly and he types in the pincode just in time to see a blob of white in the corner of his eye.

“Hannie!!!" He hears it through his music. He turns his head to see you moving towards him with a big smile. Speak of the devil..

He can’t stop his eyes from darting down to her chest, even if he wanted to, and he watches it shake as she prances up to him happily. The girl hugs his arm and looks him up and down again, “You look so good!!” Her right hand detaches from his arm to trace the pattern of his necklace, “I’ve never seen you in anything but a big sweater.. You should dress like this more often!” He flushes at the compliment, looking around nervously because he knows that she never wanders around alone. “T-Thank you.. My friend is having a birthday party later but I wanted to study a little bit before I went..”

Her shiny lips pucker as she continues to shamelessly check him out. He immediately notices that instead of her usual red-pink tint, it's now a light red gloss. “Ooo, that sounds like fun! Can I sit with you? I promise I won’t get in the way!” He watches the pout form on her lips and his gaze shifts up, taking in the full pleading expression and puppy eyes. Their eyes meet and his dick twitches. God damn you. He nods reluctantly, taking one last look around to make sure nobody is near before sitting.

He expects her to take the seat across from him but is shocked as he watches her carefully hang his bag on the back of his chair and take the seat directly beside him. She sets her pink bunny bag on the table and crosses her legs, tilting her head to nosily look at his screen. She smiles and bites her lip to hold back a chuckle at his wallpaper, all black with some depressed emo-lord anime character in the corner. He normally would have flinched at the pure audacity and lack of privacy, but his eyes were too focused on something else.

Who the fuck casually wears thigh highs like those.. and why is her dress so fucking short again?!? He gulps, watching as she stretches and as the dress lifts farther up her thighs. He finds himself in yet another situation where if she opened her thighs even the slightest, he would get a glimpse of her panties. And by whatever god is out there, she actually does. Her legs separate for a moment and she stretches them out too before crossing them again.

His jaw drops slightly and he starts to drool, almost forgetting where he’s at completely. Baby-pink, partially sheer, and lace. I’m going to fucking die.. He discreetly adjusts himself in his pants but is all too nervous this time to do anything more. I know damn well one of her goons is around here somewhere..

He instead revels in the newfound discovery. It only lasts a short while longer due to her speaking up again. She brings up their upcoming project, one that was announced just a few days prior, and confidently asks him to be her partner for it. His eyes widened slightly, I literally just convinced that professor to let me do it alone.. He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off.

“Yo- Who’s this freak?”

Han flinches at the sound of a new voice, a deeper, nasally one that he recognizes all too well. Fucking knew it. He glances over to see one of the shithead frat boys that glues himself to her side in hopes that she’ll fuck him. He stares down at Han with a frown, looking him up and down before turning to the girl.

“That’s not nice, Juwon. This is Hannie! He’s my friend.” Han watches as she turns to the other man. He can’t see her expression but from the annoyed eye roll from him, he can only assume it wasn’t anything good. He hears a faint “Don’t be an ass.” before she turns her back to him and looks at Han with an apologetic smile.

He returns the smile and turns his attention back to his laptop, finally getting some work done as the two of them chat beside him. Han picks up on some words here and there, something about a party next week that his frat is throwing. He faintly picks up on a “plus one” agreement but ultimately pushes it to the back of his head.

He doesn’t get much farther on the document. Instead of focusing on it as he should have, his brain only goes back to those pretty pink panties he got a glimpse of. Eventually, he gives up completely on the work and puts on a youtube video to pretend to watch as he zones out. The two beside him talk for some more time before she shoos him away, teasingly complaining with a “Look! You made me distract Hannie!” and “We were in the middle of something, shoo shoo!”

From the corner of his eye, he watches the boy stare at him angrily for a moment before finally leaving. Once he’s out of sight she turns to Han again, apologizing to him sweetly with those shiny eyes looking up at him. He laughs it off and closes the video, reopening the document to work on his assignment again.

She quietly watches as he finally manages to fill out all the questions, scrolling through her phone while she waits. When he sighs, stretches, and starts to digitally turn in the assignment, she finally places her phone on the table.

He suddenly feels a hand on his thigh. She taps it at first but when he turns to meet her gaze, she rests it flatly across his thigh. “Hannie? About the project, we should meet up at my house tomorrow to work on it.” She smiles and looks up at him. The mere thought of stepping foot into her bedroom has his eye twitching. “Y-Yeah, sure..” Wait. I didn’t even agree to do it with you yet?? 

She pulls his laptop towards her body, leaning in slightly as she creates a new powerpoint document and adds herself to it as a collaborator. While she does so, he lets his gaze fall to her chest. Her cardigan had fallen off her shoulders, giving him the perfect view of her collarbone and upper chest. As she leaned into the screen more, it even gave him a small glimpse of her bra-ridden boobs as her dress fell forward. And they fucking match with the panties?? He subconsciously leans forward, trying to get a look at her nipples-

“There we go!” He jumps and backs away, watching her lean backward and turn to look up at him, “I added myself so we can start the blueprint before you come over.” Oh, I’ll ‘come’ all right. He clears his throat and nods, taking back his laptop so he can pack it away into his bag. He feels her eyes on him but ignores it as best as he can until he runs out of items to pack away.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her perfume now flooding his senses as she leans into him more. He sees her lips move, but his eyes can’t choose which thing to focus on and it leads to him completely ignoring what she said. “H-Huh?” In the distraction of her pretty looks and her delicious smell, he almost missed the way her hand returned to his thigh. He did not, however, miss the way her hand slid up his thigh when she leaned in more.

“I asked if you were okay. You look sick again.” She goes on to describe something about how it looks like he has a cold. He would have cared, and he should have! He was going to until she turns her head away to greet a passing friend, causing her hand accidentally slide against his bulge. It's that point that makes him completely lose his sense of morality.

He freezes in place, body all sweaty as he tries to process what is going on. He knows he should have said something, and he honestly tried to! But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a shaky breath almost followed by a moan until he bit his lip harshly. The warmth of her hand seeps through his pants and he can’t help but soak in it. He turns his head to the window, pretending to watch the passing cars as he leans back to lets her hand rest better against his dick.

He only turns back towards her when he hears goodbyes get exchanged. “Oh, Hannie.. You see what I mean?? Now your face is all red!” She leans forward even more and accidentally pushes down more on his dick, making his breath hitch as he closes his eyes tightly. “Y-Yeah but you…. Your h-hand..” He nods his head down at his crotch, not trusting himself to hold back the moan that he feels crawling out of his throat. It was silent after that, but he could tell the exact moment she realized what happened when she gasped.

She remove her hand and her normally sweet, calm voice becomes panicked, “Oh! C-Crap.. I’m so sorry Hannie! I thought that was still your leg..” He clears his throat and adjusts his sitting position with a red face. Eventually not being able to find any comfort, he just stands up and snatches his bag before moving away. “I-I gotta go! I’ll.. text you..?” He says it in a questioning tone but gives her no time to respond as he beelines it for the bathroom, keeping his head down and covering his crotch with his bag the whole way.

He throws the door open and slams it shut, making sure the stalls are empty before locking the main door. The bag with his laptop is almost thrown onto the sink and forgotten about as he unbuttons his pants, pulling down the fabric alongside his boxers. His dick twitches the second it meets the cold bathroom air and he stares down at it in awe. His tip is an angry red and his whole length twitches repeatedly as he recalls the feeling of her hand against it, albeit clothed.

He wraps his hand around himself to relieve some of the pain, squeezing it even more as he starts to jerk off. He’s so riled up from everything that took place in the span of a singular hour so it doesn't take long to build up his orgasm. His mind starts to wander as it usually does: starting with fantasizing about her pretty, glossy lips wrapped around his dick. But this time it quickly changes to the image of her hand wrapped around him. He wonders how soft her hands would be and if they could even fit around his entire width.

Then he’s overwhelmingly reminded of the other events. Her thigh-highs, her bra… her underwear. He moans a little too loudly at the memory that's now engraved in his mind. The sight of the skin there, covered in sheer, baby-pink lace. Fuck. If only she opened her legs a little more. Maybe I could’ve seen her pretty pussy.. He imagines it. Now knowing what the skin down there looks like leaves little to no room for imagination. He can easily guess what her folds would look like, ugh. and that pretty clit..

He throws his head back, legs shaking and stomach squeezing tightly as his hand speeds up. The sound of wet squelching fills the room as he paints ropes, some of it getting onto his hand, but most of it landing on the two-toned floor tiles. He lets out desperate whines towards the ceiling as he continues to cum even more than usual. When he’s finally finished painting the floor he lets shaky breathes leave his lips. His eyes trace the messy pattern on the floor as the sounds of his breathing echo around the bathroom.

He manages to clean himself up and goes to grab napkins to wipe the floor before he realizes that he still has a birthday party to go to. He glances at his watch for a moment and groans when he realizes that he’s going to be late now.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

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lifeguard!james x fem!reader 2

wc: 1587

cw: nowhere near as horny as the first one (my period ended), still mentions of sexual feelings, swearing

you went back to the pool the next day. was it for james? no. was it not for james? you weren't answering that. but there he was when you and the girls walked in just after lunchtime, sunglasses on to avoid the reflection from the water. you had to admit you were glad he was working, you'd forgotten your book at home and needed something fun to look at when you were tanning.

you were allowed to observe him shamelessly for a minute and a half whilst he was preoccupied explaining something to hilda, one of the old ladies who possibly spent every day of summer at the public pool (she was big on aqua aerobics). it was even better when he did see you all, though, his face breaking out into a boyish grin as he waved. the girls all waved back and you pulled your sunglasses down past your eyes with one hand, raising one eyebrow with a smile. he responded with a silly exaggeration of his heart beating against his chest with his hands, drawing an unwilling giggle out of you. he looked pleased with the reaction.

james left you all alone for a little, actually doing his job while you soaked up the sun, discussing your summer readings with lily. marlene and mary were filling out magazine quizzes next to you, occasionally asking for opinions. about a half hour later james approached you with an excited "ladies! it's good to see you back again!" mary laughed with a polite greeting in return, twisting in her beach chair to face him. you all followed, and you couldn't resist teasing him.

"hope you don't think it's because of you, baywatch." james shook his head sagely.

"i would never dare. i mean, clearly, this is the place to be." he gestured around the facility, obviously referring to the fact that you and your friends were the only people there aged between 15 and 30. lily laughed then, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair to look at him properly.

"is this your way of asking where people actually hang out?" james shrugged. "to be completely honest, most of our age group sleep through the day to do dumb shit at night, it's the best way to escape the heat," she explained.

"the few that are awake usually hang around the arcade," marlene added, "or the village -- that's the shopping centre. usually our group hang out there if it's horrid weather, there's a decent cinema and a music shop, passable food as well." james nodded, looking genuinely interested in what marlene had to say about it.

"maybe you'll all have to show me around it one time," he said cheekily, and you all made entertained noises at his forwardness.

"desperate for our company, are you?" you teased, but james just shrugged easily.

"i told you yesterday, i literally have zero friends here." there was something charming in his openness about being a complete loser, and you could tell the others felt similarly.

"don't be silly, james, we'll be your friends," lily said kindly, using the same tone she did when talking to the kids she tutored.

"yeah," marlene agreed, "you can't be any worse than the other tossers we're friends with." you all laughed at that, thinking of the boys who refused to accompany you to the pool.

"and they've not come with you?" james asked, catching onto the unsaid easier than he probably should as a relative stranger.

"they wouldn't be caught dead. sirius cares about his hair too much to even be around all these germs, and remus tries not to be in the sun if he can avoid it. poor peter refuses to be the only guy hanging out with us, I think we still scare him a little after all these years," mary joked, and james looked utterly delighted to be hearing about your lives.

he excused himself not long after to get back to the job he should've been doing the whole time, and you admired the way his arse looked in the swim shorts as he left.

"he seems nice," you muttered, and the others agreed. lily raised one perfect red eyebrow.

"are we talking about his personality or the body you can't stop staring at?" you gasped, not offended at her statement but more than willing to pretend.

"are you calling me a whore?" you asked with a hand over your chest.

"you said it," marlene quipped and you cried out in protest, lines of mock outrage spilling from your lips.

you got bored of bickering quickly, the heat taking most of the fight out of you. you sat in relative silence for a while until lily declared it time for more water, taking marlene to go buy you all bottles from the corner shop down the street. the ones at the tragic pool bar were never cold and she wanted ones from the fridge. that left you and a sleeping mary on either side of your line of chairs. you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, leaning over to grab the magazine lying on marlene's towel.

you flipped through it lazily, but couldn't stop your eyes from drifting up to where james sat in his lifeguard's chair, wiping sweat from his brow. there was something about him that interested you (aside from the god-like body). he had an easy openness that you scarcely found in guys your age; he wasn't afraid to be lame or honest and didn't seem to be interested in making himself sound any better than he was to a group of four hot girls -- if you did say so yourself. he was refreshing, and not just visually.

as if he could read your mind james started approaching, and you quickly busied yourself in an article you couldn't care less about.

"hi," he said, standing in front of your chair. you looked up, feigning slight surprise, as if you hadn't been listening to his flip-flops grow closer.

"couldn't stay away?" you asked, closing the magazine in a way you hoped didn't look eager.

"you caught me," he sighed, smile making its way onto his face.

"shouldn't you be working?"

"i'm taking my break. thought i'd come keep you company."

"how generous," you mused, "would've thought you'd gotten enough of a view of me during your shift from up on that seat of yours." james had the decency to look mildly embarrassed for a moment, but it passed quickly and he took it in stride, sitting on the edge of your deck chair, careful not to drip water on your belongings.

"i'm only appreciating the natural beauty of this town. besides, someone's gotta do it if your boyfriend won't bother coming here with you, wouldn't want such a nice bikini to go to waste." you felt hot at the compliment and you knew it wasn't just the sun. you tried to play it off.

"are you asking if i'm single?" james paused for a moment, possibly thinking through his options, then nodded, unashamed. "you don't even know my name."

"you won't tell me."

"touché." you let yourself smile a little, loving the way james' eyes crinkled when he returned it. "done anything to earn it yet?" you could see him genuinely thinking and wondered whether he'd make up a miraculous story about an epic save he made just before you arrived at the pool.

"no, guess not." he settled on, disarming you again. the near-constant earnestness in his way of speaking hadn't stopped catching you by surprise yet, and you wouldn't be shocked if it never did.

"and what, no girlfriend up north to scold you for staring at my tits?" you teased as james' eyes flew back up to yours, only relaxing when he saw you weren't upset.

"free as a bird," he confirmed quietly, "though I'm sure it's of no interest to you." the air felt electric between you, had he always been this close? you were face to face, only a few inches between you. you could feel butterflies erupting not just in your stomach.

"obviously," you answered, similarly quiet. the moment felt inappropriately intimate despite the people around you. you were equal parts glad and furious when lily and marlene returned, unsure of what you might have succumbed to right there on the deck chair if you hadn't been interrupted. james looked equally worked up, hazy look in his eyes making him appear already fucked out. he stood with a start, excusing himself to get back to work.

"see you around, baywatch," you said, strategically reapplying some lipgloss. you didn't miss his glance at your lips.

"hope so, dollface." you were glad james was leaving because the nickname made you falter, going straight to your ovaries. you'd done it to yourself yet were no more prepared, staring dumbly after him.

you tried to play it off quickly, picking the magazine up where you left off and flipping through noncommittally. you could feel your friends' eyes on you and pointedly ignored it, eyes trained down at some 'best-dressed' list you'd found.

"just your luck that you get first dibs on the hot new guy," mary complained, but you could tell she wasn't all that bothered.

"you are going to eat him alive," marlene laughed and lily nodded, the two of them already sharing condolences for james. you didn't say anything, but judging from the coil still wound tight in your lower belly, maybe it wasn't james they had to be worried about.

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[helloaugustmoon]

shamelessly inspired by this tiktok because my goodness?? the ENERGY. whEW.

Michael Jackson x she/her!reader

·˚ ◌༘͙[Privacy] ! ˊ

Every reporter hopes and prays for the opportunity to interview a man like Michael Jackson; not out of sincere interest or intention, for the most part, it is entirely for their own gain. To rephrase: every reporter hopes and prays for the opportunity to find out something about a man like Michael Jackson that nobody else has publicized, making them the first to exploit the new - and most likely, private - piece of information for their own notoriety. Being aware of this, Michael and his management preface every interview agreement with the clarification that any reporter who is given such an opportunity is required to list the intended questions for Michael, allowing him to choose which questions he then consents to answering on record. That said, there are instances where reporters simply can’t help themselves, so desperate for the scoop that they cannot resist asking a forbidden question. This particular interview is one in which Michael can foresee that very event occurring.

Of course, Michael didn’t miss the way the reporter’s eyes glinted when he glanced at you, then down at your left hand, to find an engagement ring. It’s to be expected. If you or Michael didn’t want your engagement to be publicised, you’d have kept the ring hidden, or removed it entirely. However, that didn’t warrant anyone to press further into the matter, or into your relationship.

“He’s going to ask.” You whisper into Michael’s ear when he leans down to kiss your cheek, moments before he’s due to head in front of the cameras and begin the interview.

“For the sake of his career, I’ll hope he won't.” Michael whispers to you in kind, leaving another lingering kiss on your cheek, the disguised threat in his words making you giggle.

A pacifist through and through, but when it comes to you? He’ll find every non-violent means of protecting you in this life and the next.

With a smile directed at you, Michael slips his sunglasses back on - hiding his eyes when you’re not the only soul to see them - and steps in front of the camera, sitting down in a chair placed center-frame. The camera starts rolling, the interview begins, and everything seems to be going as planned; the reporter is sticking to the questions Michael had circled - a copy of said list held tightly in your hands as you stand behind the camera, Michael having discussed each question with you prior to circling them, because in his words, “We’re a team, baby. Anything you don’t want out there, won’t be out there.”

Continuing down the list of questions, you take a deep breath, knowing that the very next question is the one you and Michael had been anticipating, and had specifically not consented to as part of this interview. The moment the reporter starts speaking again, your eyes widen.

“So, Michael, I feel I can’t continue this interview without addressing the elephant in the room; your beautiful fiancé is here with us!” The reporter exclaims, and Michael has to lift a hand to cover his mouth in an effort to hide his amusement.

“Yes, my fiancé is here- not that she’ll appreciate being referred to as the ‘elephant in the room’.” Michael responds, and from behind the camera, you can’t help rolling your eyes fondly. It was a bad choice of words from the reporter, nothing more, but Michael won’t even let that slide when it comes to you.

“Ah! My apologies, definitely wasn’t my intention! All the same, I’d like to say congratulations to the happy couple-“ The reporter continues, but Michael is quick to ever so politely interject.

“Thank you.” He says softly, in the hopes the reporter will move onto the next question. No such luck.

“And I can’t help asking the burning question, the one that’ll be on everyone’s minds from the moment they find out about this joyous occasion: when can we expect some…tiny dancers, shall we sa-“ The reporter is leaning forward in his chair opposite Michael, so thirsty for every facet of the response he can get from him.

This time, Michael’s interjection is less polite, and intended as a direct interruption.

“I did not circle that question.” He raises a hand pointedly, as if to chastise the reporter, but there’s a well placed smile on Michael’s face, and you’re hiding a smirk behind your hand.

If those sunglasses weren’t covering his eyes, you know there’d be a glint in his eyes that you could spot from a mile away.

“Sorry, sorry, couldn’t resist!” The reporter laughs, trying to play off Michael’s clear disapproval.

Keeping professionalism, Michael only nods in response, and the interview continues. It remains respectful from that point on, but the damage is done. In a matter of minutes, the interview is over, but it isn’t until the cameras are confirmed to have stopped rolling that Michael crosses one leg over the other and clasps his hands over his lap, staring intently at the reporter.

“Thanks so much for giving me this opportunity, I really do appreciate it.” The reporter gushes, and Michael nods slowly.

“That’s alright, not a problem. So long as you cut from the point you referred to my fiancé, until the next question I consented to you asking.” Michael says, his voice soft as ever, but sentiment firm; it’s not a request.

“Oh! O-Of course!” The reporter’s eyes widen.

“Good. An assistant of mine will stick around to check the cut version, but do apologize to whoever’s tasked with editing the footage down - I don’t mean to waste their time, but it’s like I said: I didn’t circle that question. It’d be in your best interest to resist, next time.” With a deliberately casual shrug, Michael rises from his chair and walks past the camera, over to you. He places a hand against the small of your back out of habit, bringing you a warm smile.

“Next time?” The reporter asks, his eyes lighting up.

Naturally, that’s what he chooses to focus on; his next opportunity to leech from Michael.

“Yes, next time. Not with me, of course. I don’t make friends of those who make any kind of comparison between the love of my life, and an elephant. Take care.” With a gentle squeeze of your hip, Michael nods curtly at the reporter and guides you out of the room.

Naturally, you are reeling from that interaction, seeing your fiancé as heated and icy in equal measure as you’ve ever seen him. It isn’t until the two of you are seated in the back of Michael’s limousine with his hand holding yours to his lap, that you find your voice.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that, you know.” You tell him softly, an almost shy smile on your face.

Removing his sunglasses and setting them down, Michael returns your smile and meets your eyes.

“I did, baby, I did. I told you: anything you don’t want getting out there, won’t get out. My boundaries may have been a playground for the press since I was young, but yours will be respected like a temple.” His voice is as tender and sweet as it always is when he talks to you. Using his free hand, Michael gently tips your head and places a soft kiss on your forehead, his thumb caressing yours.

While Michael’s threat lingered in the intricacies of his instruction and dismissal of the reporter, his team won’t be as respectful; that reporter will be added to the list that is watched by a dedicated team under Michael, who are handed a lawsuit faster than they can stammer out an apology, should they choose to speak on their ‘slip-ups’ during their interviews with Michael. At his instruction, of course, but that’s a side of his business he doesn’t necessarily need to share with you. All you need to know is that he takes care of you in every possible way that he can, and should anyone test that, Michael will take every opportunity and non-violent avenue to reinforce your boundaries. It is fair to say that when it comes to you, every reporter underestimates just how far Michael will go to protect you from the vultures that have attacked him for as long as he can remember. You will live a fairytale each and everyday, and anyone who tries to jeopardize that will face the true scale of the power that places Michael so high amongst the targets of the press.

[dollivication]

DANTE SPARDA REFERENCE POST - whats it like?: eating him out/eating you out dmc 4, 5

cw: nsfw

It’s a known fact that Dante can be a very messy person. Just take a look at his office, and you’ll find empty pizza boxes and papers all over the place. He doesn’t care for tidiness, not really.

So when he’s eating your pussy, he is practically drowning himself in your arousal. The half-demon will slide his hands beneath your ass, kneading at the flesh as he shoves your sopping wet cunt into his face. His nose will bump your clit multiple times, shaking his head slightly with a deep hum just to see you squirm from the vibrations and additional friction. How fucking adorable.

Blue eyes are crinkled in sadistic amusement as he soaks in each and every one of your little moans, tongue delving as deep as possible, the muscle punching at your gummy walls. Don’t underestimate him just because his mouth’s too busy in order to make his little quips. To make up for the lack of teasing, Dante will slap your ass, forcing you to grind down on his face as his five o’clock shadow kisses your thighs. 

Not sure if you’re capable of squirting? Don’t worry—Dante will help you find out! If the first time is fruitless, he’ll only keep diving back in even when you try pushing his head away. Tug on his hair just like that, lift his silvery bangs so he can see your cute teary-eyed face in its glory. He'll only chuckle, knowing very well it was just going to get worse for you, the stinging sensation on his scalp spurring him on further.

But you can take a few more rounds, right? No? Well, that was too damn bad, because he wasn’t going to let you go until you leave him drenched him in your release. 

….When it comes to eating him out, you should be warned; it doesn’t take much to please him, no. He’s just greedy. 

He’s laying down, the back of his head propped up by a few pillows to watch you work. There is an ache in your jaw from the extended period of having to keep your tongue out, but you’re in no position to complain—Not when you have very little control over your movements, all guided by Dante as he shamelessly rolled his hips on your mouth, groaning with little to no shame. Truthfully, the male did not care if anyone could hear him. The way your tongue fucked into his ass completely distracted him from any worries he might have had—not that there were any in the first place.

One of his hands will grip his cock, fisting it angrily. The smug bastard will peer down at you with a lopsided smile, his bottom lip caught by his fang. 

“That’s it, sweetheart..” Dante grunted, followed by a laugh as he took in the sight of your flushed face. His hand went to clutch at your own locks, only forcing you closer.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Deeper, honey, there you go—Oh, fuuuck.. Just like that..” 

The only time he’ll have mercy is when he pulls you back, smacking his weeping cock on your cheek a few times as his pre-cum left specks behind on the rosy skin. Use this time wisely, catch your breath, because there was no telling when this opportunity would occur again.

“Spit,” he’ll speak with nonchalance, simply parting his legs further to expose his puckered hole, the mere sight of his throbbing cock and opening working to convey his desires far louder than any words. And of course you’ll abide, because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Nothing gets him going more than seeing your mouth all shiny from your own saliva, smearing it on his asshole as you licked at the spot with such fervor. Compliments and jeers blend together as they spew from his lips, his eyes fluttering at such sinful enthusiasm he wasn’t aware someone like you could be guilty of.

A few more pumps of his thick cock, and the man bucks his hips, his cum is cascading down the lengths of it, coating his balls in a sticky warmth. The dribbling fluid meets your taste buds, mixing with your spit to form the filthiest concoction. “Shit.. hah..”

…“Did so good for me,” Dante praised, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath. But instead of his grip loosening, it only tightened on you.

“But I think there’s some room for improvement, don’t you?” He mused. “On your back, baby.. Let’s try something new, yeah?”

…You weren’t going anywhere for a while, it seemed. 

[sword-wielding-sapphic]

1: Magic is a Metaphor < 2: Morgana is a Lesbian < 3: Merlin is Gay > 4: Arthur is Bi

Again with the whole metaphor thing, Merlin's entire character is about having to hide his identity and wishing that he could be free to be himself so that he wouldn't have to lie about how much Arthur means to him. So that's all very gay, but he's also just very queer-coded generally. There are so many jokes about him being more effeminate or wearing women's clothing, most notably in this episode where he dresses in full drag and then takes the opportunity to shamelessly flirt with Arthur. Unhinged.

Basically every other character seems to just assume that he's gay, at least towards the end, because Gaius and Arthur are in utter disbelief that Merlin would be 'seeing a girl'. And of course he isn't, he's actually sneaking around with that druid guy, leading Arthur to question how courting a girl would leave him 'walking with a limp.'

I also think it's very interesting how often Merlin has to pretend to be attracted to women to avoid people discovering his secret, like with Gwen in Series 1 or Morgana in Series 2. Or this scene, where Gwen and Merlin are the only people not affected by the Lamia's seduction charm and they're trying to figure out why. And Merlin says, 'it doesn't affect you because you're a woman'. And firstly, Gwen is like, 'so what?' So, bisexual queen. And then Merlin says, "it only affects men," and Gwen says, "so then why haven't you fallen under her spell?" And Merlin is just like, 'oh shit, I don't know. I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't be seduced by a woman.'

Now, you might be saying, "but Merlin is attracted to women! what about that one female love interest he had for literally one episode who immediately died?" Oh, you mean:

I'm sorry to all of the Freylin shippers out there, but this was so clearly just the writers' last-ditch attempt to make Merlin straight. If you think about it, Freya also 'has magic' if you catch my drift, and that is the only thing that she and Merlin have in common, and the only thing that they talk about. And if you look at their dialogue out of context, it really doesn't seem like it's magic that they're talking about. It's just gay/lesbian solidarity. Also, never forget when Colin Morgan accidentally referred to Merlin's potential love interests as "him or her." So who else could he have been thinking of?

Merlin definitely had a crush on Lancelot. From the moment that they first meet, he just keeps going on about, 'omg, isn't Lancelot so strong and brave and chivalrous? God, I hope he becomes a knight, he would look so good in a suit of armour.' And then he says to Gwen, completely unprompted, "so just for the sake of argument– Arthur or Lancelot?" Why are you thinking about that Merlin? Then that scene ends with Merlin and Lancelot getting drunk and stumbling home together and waking up the next morning having shared Merlin's single bed. So take from that what you will. I don't necessarily think that anything happened between them, not because I think Lancelot is straight, don't get it twisted, just because I think he's a fucking virgin.

But certified pansexual manwhore Gwaine on the other hand, oh they definitely fucked. And it's a very similar situation to Lancelot, Merlin's only flirting technique is just to find some buff guy who's just saved his life and be like, 'oh my god what can I possibly do to repay you? Maybe you could come back to my place and I could tend to your wounds and then we could go down to the tavern, have a few drinks'.

And it works. Merlin literally used his job as apprentice physician to the Knights of the Round Table as his own personal Grindr, and i love that for him. But, of course, these are just side hoes to Merlin's main bitch, Arthur.

You can deny everything else that I've said, but you cannot deny that Merlin was in love with Arthur. And don't even try to say, 'but it's just because it was his destiny'. Because, yeah, like that's any less gay. They're two sides of the same coin, destined to be together, Merlin 'uses magic only for Arthur'. Come on.

Also, it's pretty clear that Merlin cares about Arthur more than he cares about his destiny, throughout the entire show. But it culminates in this scene in series five where, because of very contrived plot reasons, Arthur has to choose between legalizing magic and saving the life of Mordred. And Merlin convinces Arthur not to legalise magic so that he will let Mordred die. He literally enables the genocide of his own people and condemns himself to a lifetime of suffering just on the off chance that he can spend a bit more time with Arthur.

And if that isn't heartbreaking enough, of course, every action that Merlin makes only confirms Arthur's fate. And after he very platonically dies in Merlin's arms, as dudebros do, what does Merlin do? does he go back to Camelot and live a full happy heterosexual life? Of course not. No, he spends the next one and a half thousand years just waiting at Arthur's resting place, waiting for the day that Arthur will be resurrected and they can be together again. What the fuck kind of Greek tragedy, Achilles and Patroclus level shit is that? That is fucking gay.

[cer-rata]

I did it, I finished the fic.

Cover by the amazing @nicodrawings

It's 109k and fully complete, welcome to my oc's first cursed, sappy adventure.

"Heart of Gotham"

Fandom: Detective Comics

Rating: T M

Summary:

Conrad Bishop thinks he knows who he is: A nerd, a goof, a coward. But heartbreak comes along to destroy that version of him. As he shatters, an alien ring decides that the depth of his pain has the potential to forge him into a potent Star Sapphire. While grief may be a devastatingly powerful form of love, can he survive on it alone? Maybe not. But it’s what he thinks deserves.

Everyone thinks they know who Damian Wayne is: A prince, a pariah, a hero. The truth is worse. No one thinks he’s easy to love, and he agrees. It’s fine. He doesn’t need it, he’s got duty and a body to spend in service of it until there’s nothing left to hate. But sometimes? Sometimes he wonders if that’s all he can be.

By chance they share the same science class, and--for better or worse--that's all it takes to send them on a path that neither of them would have ever dared to consider.

Love conquers all.

...Maybe

Excerpt:

Damian started changing out of his uniform and Conrad awkwardly looked away. He cleared his throat. “Hey, so, I’ve been thinking…”

“Hmm?” Damian grunted as he unclasped and slid his tunic off.

“Well, you used the ring to save me, right? But you know...the whole bit is that if you want to heal someone you have to…uh. You'd…you'd have to love--"

“Philia.” Damian cut in quickly.

“Did…did you--was that a slur?”

“…No! Philia is the Greek concept of love between friends. That’s what the ring was pulling from.” It was mostly true. It was mostly philia. Mostly.

Conrad considered that for a moment, then beamed. “Oh. Oh! So you admit it? You think we’re friends?”

Damian finished pulling a hoodie on and turned to squint at him. “How are you this stupid.”

“Oh my god you do!”

“If you’re like this for the entire ride back, there is a high likelihood that I will change my--oh come on!” Damian complained fruitlessly as he had to endure yet another hug. “I should have let you bleed out.” He hissed, and Conrad just laughed.

“I love you too, buddy.”

A tip of the hat:

Before I get into anything else, again the cover and reference sheet were done by the amazing @nicodrawings. She's terrific, professional, easy to work with (and I am ANNOYING), and I think the quality speaks for itself. Her art is tremendous and her covers are maybe the highest quality I've seen from an indie artist.

And those colors.

Her commissions are open right now and she's making a fan comic that looks so cool, and she does all this other cool stuff. Check her out, okay?

Concepts, Themes, and Character Focus

The core questions I wanted to ask were:

"Can two broken people ever be good for each other?"

"Can you actually move past the pain of loss?"

"How do you love someone?"

I love Lantern lore, and Star Sapphires specifically. Maybe too much

I was fascinated by a Corps that represented love but was usually fueled by despair and anguish instead, and wielded one of the harder to control colors of the Emotional Spectrum. So I decided to create one from scratch and place them in Earth's most notorious tragedy factory: Gotham City.

Conrad is shamelessly emotional and ruled by his affections, and was like that even before the ring. The only son of a pair of Haitian immigrants, Conrad grew up feeling very loved, and even his parents terrible handling of his attempt to come out wasn't enough to shake that. But his parents never really pushed him, and his easy-going nature meant he didn't develop a lot of self determination. Then he suffers an incredibly traumatizing loss, and suddenly his carefully laid carpet of normalcy and avoidance is torn up to reveal some structural problems underneath.

Damian is emotional and ruled by his affections, and is a little ashamed of it. He also felt loved when he was growing up, but unlike Conrad, much of the love he received was in the form of praise for his success, which had the unfortunate effect of making him seek approval in ways that were often unhelpful, most often to himself. He's tried so hard, and done so much work to be a better person, and he's even accumulated a group of peers who adore him. But he's still lonely, has trouble accepting his own progress, and the guilt he carries making new connections difficult.

Everyone is a couple of years older than they are in canon, which I did to make the content more appropriate, and also so I could play with the ambiguity of those three undocumented years, and hand wave away some of the more...uncharitable parts of canon without having to rewrite everything. This is Damian still on his early Rebirth character track, before the many resets to his character development. He's still harsh and somewhat antisocial, but he's also older, more mellow, and has worked through a couple of things. He's settled enough to allow for some honest introspection.

I didn't initially plan for this to be a love story, but their internal conflicts were complimentary and their deepest wishes slotted together so neatly that the direction felt natural. They cover many of each other's weaknesses and blind spots, while making some of their other hangups worse.

The romance isn't even the critical part really, it's just the way they end up expressing emotional intimacy. They are friends first, and that's what holds everything together. It's all about them showing up for each other in ways that are sometimes difficult, and the fact that they always will, regardless of whether they're in a relationship or not.

It's an awkward, intense, teen relationship, and it's not always a good thing for either of them--even before factoring in cosmic super weapons and secret identities.

Also, there are... a lot of cameos and odd side characters.

[ravenromanova]

Naughty and Nice

Pairings: Winterwidow x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! Mommy and daddy kink (Reader is referred to as mommy) Sub Natasha!! Unprotected sex, Metal arm kink, Oral (f receiving) Breeding kink, Vaginal smacking, Fingering, Squirting, Creampie. (I’m not even sorry)!

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This is downright filthy and i’m not even sorry there is very and i mean very little plot… this is also based off my DR so enjoy :)

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You knew it was a bad idea. You tried to tell her not to go through with it but she was stubborn. So inevitably you got wrapped up into Natasha’s scheme. See your beloved boyfriend Bucky had been in her words “Ignoring us and being distant” So she decided that you two would get dressed up in the littlest and tiniest dresses you had, get all dolled up and make him regret it.

And that’s exactly what you two did even though you protested the whole time. It was obvious Bucky was going through something and just needed some time but Natasha didn’t care, she missed his attention and truthfully you did to. But you’d never go as far as she was. Because currently she was dancing with Bruce and they were a little closer than they should’ve been. But in all honesty you weren’t going to try to talk her out of her idea anymore so you sat at the bar as she went along with her plan.

What you didn’t see was how Bucky’s eyes darted between the two of you and how he nearly shattered his glass in his hand. After about fifteen minutes of her little game he came up with his own plan. So he walked over to you and gently placed his hands on your waist.

“Hi babydoll” He cooed in your ear with a softly and gentle tone. You smiled as you turned around in your chair and faced him. God he loved that innocent smile of yours.

“Hi honey” Your sweet voice rang through his ears and he couldn’t help but smile at you.

“You’re such a good girl for not getting wrapped up in her game” Bucky praised you as his eyes wondered over to Natasha who was still grinding on Bruce.

“I didn’t want to get in trouble and plus i’d much rather dance with you verses any other guy here” You said honestly as you looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“And that’s why you’re on my nice list this year” He said with a smirk and you couldn’t help the arousal that started to pool between your thighs. “And that’s also why Natalia is on my naughty list” His eyes stalked over to Natasha who was shamelessly grinding on Bruce.

His hands soon cupped your cheek and you shivered at the contrast of his warm and cold hands. All he wanted to do in that moment was to tear that little dress of yours off and take you right there. But he knew he needed to punish Natasha before he did that. So he quickly kissed your forehead before he stalked over to Natasha calmly.

He didn’t even bother saying anything to her and just threw her over his shoulder as she yelled. “James!! put me down!” She said smacking his back as he walked to your shared room.

Bucky nodded his head to you so you knew to follow them. You quickly finished your drink and followed behind them trying not to laugh at Natashas yelling.

“Put me down your bastard!!” She yelled again but all Bucky did was smack her ass harshly to get her to shut up. You giggled as you followed them into the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He scolded her as he threw her onto your bed.

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you!? Who just throws someone over their shoulder like that James” Natasha screamed crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “I was having fun til you ruined it” Her eyes landed on you as you silently closed the door and walked up behind him.

“Dont even act like you didn’t want this” He said in a low voice that made the both of you shiver. “You decided to act like a brat so daddy would put you in your place right?” He asked as he took her chin in between his fingers. “Even tried to get mommy in on your naughty little plan didn’t you?” You smiled at his words and then sat next to Natasha.

“That she did” You responded for her and your hands slowly caressed her cheek. “And didn’t mommy even tell you it was a bad idea?” You asked kissing below her ear making her shiver.

“Yes” She responded not looking at either of you. “I just wanted daddy’s attention” Her words made you smile and you made her look at you.

“But all you did was make daddy mad” You said softly and Natasha just nodded her head in acknowledgement.

“You know you have to be punished right?” He asked bringing her attention back to him.

“Yes daddy” Natasha said in a small voice nodding her head.

“Take off your clothes and lay on your back now” Bucky commanded with a stern voice. Natasha was quick to take off her dress and red lingerie and laid against the pillows.

See she thought she was going to get fucked till she cried but that wasn’t what Bucky had in mind at all. He watched her lay on the bed before he brought his hands around your neck and brought you in for a kiss. Instinctively your hands wrapped around his neck and you kissed him back and a small moan escaped your throat.

“Normally i’d remind you who you belong to…but i have a better idea on how to punish you” He said breaking the kiss as he spoke gruffly to Natasha.

His words made the both of you look at him in confusion. “What’s your plan daddy?” Natasha asked nervously and slowly rubbed her thighs together to relieve the tension she felt.

“I’m gonna fuck mommy since she was a good girl and if when i’m done with her she still has the energy to fuck you then she will. But if mommy is too tired than you’ll have to wait till tomorrow.” Both your eyes widened at his words. Bucky was always very dominant with the two of you but he’s never punished one of you like this before.

“But dadd-“ Bucky cut her off.

“Deal with your punishment for being an attention seeking whore” He said coming up to her and smacking her core. Natasha yelled at the contact before she quickly nodded her head.

“Now come here babydoll” Bucky beckoned you over to where he was standing and you quickly obeyed.

He smiled as you stood in front of him with an eager look. “Strip and get on the bed” He said a lot more gentle then he did to Natasha.

You reached behind you and slowly unzipped your dress giving both of them a show. What you didn’t see was how Natasha kept rubbing her thighs together as she watched you get fully naked. Once you finished taking off your pretty black lingerie you laid next to her.

Natasha smiled as you laid next to her and she reached her hand out to touch you all while Bucky watched. You smiled as you leaned over to give the redhead a passionate kiss.

“Be a good girl and i promise mommy will make you feel good” You whispered against her lips which caused her to smile and nods enthusiastically.

“Yes mommy” She responded and you kissed her again as you felt Bucky climb on top of you.

His eyes were dark and fully lust blown as he powered over you. You then felt his hands grip your hips and you moaned softly at the contact.

“Please daddy” You begged bucking your hips against him. Bucky simply smiled and lowered himself in between your thighs. He then stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe on your dripping folds. Your hands immediately flew to his hair and you tugged on his dark locks.

Bucky spread your lips and wrapped his lips around your clit and start sucking causing you to squirm and mewl under him. You kept one hand on his hair essentially riding his face and the other hand you put in between Natasha’s thighs.

“Fuck baby” You moaned as he added two of his metal fingers into your dripping core. Trying to ride out your pleasure you focused on Natasha for a minute and started rubbing her clit. Natashas back arches off the bed once you started touching her. She reveled in your touch knowing it wouldn’t last long until you were ready for her.

“Oh mommy” She moaned grabbing your hand to keep it where she needed you the most. She started grinding against your hand chasing her high while you got blissed out from Bucky’s mouth and fingers.

“Cum for me baby. You have till daddy makes me finish to cum” You choked out in broken moans and she nodded her head enthusiastically. She started moving her hips against her hand with fever needing release.

And while you let her use your hand as she pleases you started to feel the band in your stomach about to snap. Bucky was eating you out like a man starved while he pumped his metal digits in and out of you harshly.

“Come on babydoll cum for me” Bucky urged hitting your g-spot as he curled his fingers upward. You tugged at his hair again feeling the band snapping.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed as you came all over his face. And luckily for Natasha she came just seconds after you.

“Such a good girl” Bucky praised pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. He then came back up to your face and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was sloppy and nothing but tongues and it was nothing but filthy.

Natasha watched the two of you and she couldn’t help the arousal that pool in between her thighs again. Her moan caught yours and Bucky’s attention making you two break the kiss.

“Aw is someone feeling left out?” Bucky taunted her as he pulled away from you and moved over to her. You smiled at his teasing and flipped on your stomach watching them. He slowly made his way over to her and kissed her softly.

“Please” She begged clawing at his toned abs. “Please fuck me” You giggled at her desperate pleas.

“It’s not me you have to beg moya lyubov” He turned both of their heads over to where you were laying on the pillows looking at them. “You gotta beg mommy” He continued with a smirk on his lips.

Natasha wiggled herself from under his hold and crawled over to you on her knees. “Mommy” She said softly as she put her hand on your cheek.

“Yes baby?” You said with the same smirk Bucky had. You flipped over back on your back so she had better access to you.

“I need you” She started grabbing one of your tits in her hand.“Please fuck me mommy” She begged and then brought your nipple in her mouth and started sucking softly.

“Has she been good enough daddy?” You asked Bucky who was watching this from the corner of the bed.

“I dont know” He said coming up behind her and rubbing his hands down her body. “Do you think you’ve been good enough Natalia?” He asked in her ear as she continued to suck on your nipple.

“I have” She says desperately as she let go out you. You and Bucky looked at each other and nodded. “Please” She begged again.

“Lay on your back pretty girl” You commanded softly her and she was very quick to obey. A smile adorned your face as you looked at her sprawled out on the bed. God she was so pretty, fiery red hair splayed across the pillows, puffy red lips parted as she breathed deeply, and her pale body on display and you couldn’t wait to devour her.

“You’re gonna eat her out and i’m gonna breed you” Bucky husked in your ear causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You smiled at his filthy words and settled in between your girlfriend’s thighs. Your hands gripped her pale thighs and parted them as you left kisses on them.

“So pretty” Natasha smiled at your praises and she felt her heart rate speed up. If she knew this was how her plan would’ve worked out then she would’ve pulled this a lot sooner.

You kissed her thighs again before you parted her lips and started eating her out. She moaned loudly and held onto your hair and started grinding her hips against your face. And while you were lost in the taste of the beautiful redhead in front of you Bucky took this as his opportunity to without warning shove his cock into you. You moaned as he rammed into you which in turn made Natasha moan.

Bucky snapped his hips against yours and gripped your hips tightly. He groaned feeling your walls clench around him. The three of you were all moaning together all consumed with pleasure.

“Oh god!” Natasha yelled out as you started to finger her. You started pumping in and out of her at the same pace Bucky was thrusting into you. You pulled away from her clit for a minute and rested your head on her thigh still fingering her and just looked at her fucked out face.

“S-So fucking pretty” You choked out as Bucky started to thrust into you harder. He gripped your hips harder and fucked into you chasing his own orgasm. Your hand squeezed Natashas thigh trying to ground yourself.

She moaned and kept grinding her hips against your hand until you pulled away. “Mommyy” She whined but she was quickly shut up as you started to smack her clit. Her head flew back and she started losing her mind at the contact. You smiled and continued to smack her clit knowing she loved it.

“Cum for me baby” You urged and smacked her a little harder causing her to jump. Less than a second layer your hand was covered in her juices. “That’s a good girl” You praised cleaning up the mess she made.

“Thank you mommy” She said with a smile and you kissed her softly muttering a soft ‘you’re welcome’ Til you felt Bucky’s cock prodding your hole again.

Bucky stilled his thrusts as your brought Natasha to the edge. But now that she is thoroughly fucked he started thrusting into you again rougher and harder than before.

“Gonna fucking breed you babygirl” He grunted pulling your hair so your back was flush against his chest. You were so blissed out you completely missed the smile that crossed Natasha’s face as she watched the two of you.

“Please daddy please make me a mommy” You begged grappling at his metal arm for stability. Bucky grunted as he felt his own orgasm build up.

Natasha watched the two of you for a minute before she ended up feeling left out. So she sat on her knees and and started rubbing your clit.

“Oh fuck” You moaned at the feeling. Every nerve ending was on fire feeling the both of them touch you in everyway you needed.

“Cum for me babydoll” Bucky grunted in your ear feeling his own orgasm build even faster.

You grabbed onto his shoulder bucking your hips against Natasha’s hand. The band in your stomach snapped and you came with a guttural moan. Bucky came right after you losing his mind feeling you cum around his cock.

“Take it baby” He grunted thrusting his seed into you making sure you end up pregnant. “Gonna make you a mommy” You moaned at his filthy words again nodding your head not being able to speak. Once he was sure nothing would leak out of you he slowly pulled out of you and Natasha pulled her hand away.

Luckily his arms were still wrapped around your stomach or else you would’ve collapsed. He slowly turned you around and gave you a soft kiss before he laid you down against the pillows.

“Both of you stay here i’m gonna go get a rag” He said softly to you and Natasha as the two of you cuddled together.

“You were such a good girl” You praised Natasha kissing her forehead. She giggled and wrapped her arms tighter around you and laid on your chest.

“Thank you mommy” She said as she let out a sigh of contentment. Bucky came back a few minutes later with a wet rag. He slowly crawled over to the both of you and started to clean both of you up. Once you and Natasha were cleaned up he laid on the other side of you. His arms wrapped around your waist and one of his hands rubbed Natasha’s arm that was laying on you as well.

“I’m sorry” Natasha said after a beat of silence. You and Bucky both looked at each other and smiled softly before you turned back to look at her.

“It’s okay pretty girl” Bucky said softly and leaned over to give her a kiss. “I’m sorry i was kinda distant i didn’t mean to be” He continued ava’s this time looked at the both of you.

“It’s okay baby” You said giving him a soft kiss. “We definitely need to work on our communication though” They both nodded their hand and laid their heads on each of your shoulders.

The three of you laid in comfortable silence until you all fell asleep tangled up together with smiles on your faces. Who knew Natasha acting out would lead to some of the best sex any of you had ever had.

~The end~

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!

[mimiriko]

gojo x reader. reader is described wearing makeup & a dress. little writing exercise to stretch the old fingers!! mdni this is a 18+ blog.

Gojo has permanently finalised in his mind that his teenage years were the best time of his life.

Every memory is dipped into a thin film of honey, saccharine and sticky. The residue of his school life followed him into his adulthood as a sort of reference for his categorised “fun”. Something along the lines of loud karaoke, public stunts, or hours in gaming cafes.

Being above twenty has its perks though—he does feel more himself, strangely. It isn’t a product of intentional effort or self improvement, unlike Suguru, and yet the skin on him fits better. His voice sounds better on his ears and Suguru doesn’t have to help him flirt anymore.

But despite it, people and places and things that remind him of being seventeen years old again hold a special place in his heart. It’s a time capsule like no other.

That’s why, he thinks, he must be so attuned to you.

The bar is a personal favourite of his and Suguru’s. It’s dim enough for his eyes, and classy like those yakuza films they used to watch. High leather stools around a massive, circular counter; clinks of glasses and distant conversations blending into one another, mixing with the faint music playing overhead.

It’s not filled with sharp, neon lights and mobs of people like the clubs and bars he used to frequent when younger, but it’s lively enough to get him going. He doesn’t drink regularly and appreciates the decent length of non-alcoholic drinks offered too.

It also brings in the best women he’s ever seen.

You’re eyeing him. Almost shamelessly from the corner of the room, leaning slightly out of your seat at a booth. There’s someone opposite you, a tuff of black hair he can barely discern and it almost makes him visibly preen that you’re checking him out instead of the date in front of you.

He moves to make himself look better. He spreads his legs tastefully on the stool, making sure his thighs bulge a considerable amount against his black pants. (They fit him perfectly, he’s almost giddy he picked them for tonight.)

The whoever he was talking to prattles on about his business plan and the funds that he needs, and Gojo lifts his chin directly at him, hoping to give you a nice, clear view of his jawline. Sturdy and sculpted. The man stutters over his words, and he smiles widely at that too.

Over the next five minutes, he’s taken a total of three glances at your table over the hustle and bustle of people. Two times your attention was on him, the other was on the person you were with.

A win for me.

Being a homewrecker can feel like ecstasy at times. The thrill of it gives him a high like no other, similar to electricity zapping his nerves and singeing them black. He especially wouldn’t mind helping you cheat.

He doesn’t say it often, no one hardly deserves his praise, but you look good. Like those porn mags he used to jerk off to in high school, the same ones filling his drawer next to his underwear. On nostalgic nights he pulls out the earliest one he owns—the first mag he bought fresh as a fifteen year old, out of mere curiosity than anything.

He’d heard about it, the apparent sex on paper that had collections of girls who looked so ravishing with their lingerie sets on, so incredibly curated to whatever fantasy you liked that it was impossible not to buy them. Of course, in the throes of his multiple nannies and advisors, servants and guards, he couldn’t sneak any of them into his estate. His school life provided him that kind of freedom too.

And my god, did you look straight out of the earliest, most precious collection.

With your makeup done all dewy and pretty, the lights overhead accentuating the glitter across your eyelids; your hair styled best to frame your face with a delicate clip on the side, glimmering jewellery that brings your look altogether.

Your figure is hugged by deep red wine colored dress, and he thinks of how you would look standing and walking up to him, with your hips swaying and your eyes never leaving his.

His crotch area feels uncomfortable. There’s a lull in the talk he was half-heartedly having with the business man, and he figures there’s no point in keeping up an useless conversation.

He looks over to Suguru and sees him close, much too close with another woman. It gives him a boost of courage to smoothly manoeuvre himself until he’s facing you entirely.

Your eyebrows shoot up to the sky, and you look away shyly. Something in him yowls, splitting him with an ache. You would look so perfect between his teeth, skin soft for him to touch.

It’s been so long since he’s had such a teenage moment in his life. He’s never not been looked at, but never… this innocently. A cat and mouse game of who looks over first. Who catches the other first.

You converse while keeping your eyes on him, his body. There’s a look in your eye too, like you’re trying to figure him out. He can almost see a pout forming on your lips.

His fingers twitch.

He wants either you to come over, or the man to leave so he can slide in next to you and finally see you up close.

Suddenly, you stand up.

It’s so out of the blue that it knocks his heart to a faster pace. He puts an arm on the counter, leaning. A lazy smirk crawls its way on his face, and his eyes are alight behind his glasses, eager and restless.

You’re full of surprises because you interrupt his opening line altogether, and with curious, good-natured look, you ask,

“Excuse me but where did you get those pants? I think my boyfriend would like them.”

[ro994art]

I have some THOUGHTS. ⚡

Well, I have preemptively salted on this movie for so long now, that I'm betting at least some of you are curious to know my opinion on Thunderbolts* by now. Specifically Bucky's role in it.

Disclaimer, I have not actually watched the movie and I have absolutely zero plans to go to the theaters and spend money on it, but I have read several plot summaries for it and seen many spoilers. So I do know about 90% of what happens in it, and my opinion is solely based on that. And let me tell you, it's a strong one.

Spoilers ahead, if anyone cares.

Bucky is not a "NeW aVenGeR".

Because he already was an actual Avenger.

Because he already was working with Captain America and already had done heroic acts working beside him.

He was referred to as an Avenger onscreen, by Walker no less.

This movie refuses to acknowledge any of that.

You can throw all the technicalities you want at me, you can hit me with all the "Uhm, but aCTUALLY..."s that you want.

The truth is this movie takes away so much of what Bucky had already worked so hard to achieve. Including a stable and reliable friendship with Sam Wilson, a clear name, a newfound purpose...

But most importantly, they took away one my man's most defining traits, and one of the biggest reasons why I fell in love with Bucky in the first place: his loyalty.

The man who showed up for Sam Wilson time and time again (especially when he needed emotional support after his protegé was in critical condition), the man who reassured him, the man who was visibly, personally offended when his late friend's shield, title, and legacy was handed by the government to someone who hadn't earned it, the man who fought to give it back to the person Steve had actually trusted with it because he believed only he could carry that legacy with the respect that it deserved...

I refuse to believe that's the same man who tried to talk Sam into just "letting them" use the title of the Avengers, despite knowing damn well why Sam would be opposed to letting the likes of Valentina and the government in general just appropiate it so thoughtlessly. Or heck, even the same man who would just hear Alexei casually insult his best friend and just say nothing??? Like what have they done to him, that's not the Bucky I know!!!

I can and will only accept that ending if they confirm that Sam and Bucky are actually secretly working together to outsmart that woman, and have to keep up appearances in the meantime and pretend to be in a tiff. Otherwise, it does not make sense for either of them and just character-assassinates my fav.

From what I'm seeing and hearing, this movie probably should've just been Black Widow 2 and focus on Yelena and Alexei helping out Bob. Those three seem to be who the movie cares the most about anyway. It's certainly not Antonia. 🙄 (That's my second biggest gripe with this film by the way, I get that she wasn't the most popular character, but that was straight up NASTY of them)

So there may be many good things about this movie. But unfortunately, they decided to rope my favorite character into it in a way that ignores most of what was so great and inspiring about his character arc so far. And they also chose to shamelessly insult and undermine my second favorite character and paint him as a petty bully (which is very OOC for him I might add). And they also chose to do all of this with a cheeky little "LOL we're the New Avengerz now 🤪" attitude and publicity campaign.

And for that alone, they could never make me like this movie.

[meanbossart]

Ask Compilation: Advice, influences and Misc.

Apologies for taking so long on some of these, admittedly I'm much more likely to entirely forget about asks that are about me and my interests 💃 Thank you for all the questions regardless! And thank you specially to everyone who just drops nice messages into my inbox out of kindness.

I'm brazillian and a native portuguese speaker!

I'll probably return to twitter eventually, but a) I hate that place and b) It didn't make much sense to me to turn it into a BG3 account out of the blue. I am considering making an Instagram or a new twitter just to have more places where people can follow in case they don't care for tumblr, but it's just been a very busy year so far and so that's kind of low on the list of priorities. If I ever do that I'll be sure to announce it here. Have a nice day yourself!

Sorry to hear that! I've gotten a few messages before about this issue, and the problem is that since I am myself not from the US, my options are also limited :( a lot of patreon alternatives don't work for me because they either don't go through paypal, take insane currency conversion fees, or just straight up block me from signing up.

Speak for yourself, I just assume everyone I speak to online has committed some sort of atrocious crime until proven otherwise. Except for me - of course. I have never done anything bad in my life.

I still have a lot to learn! But I will basically use whatever works for me at the moment, as well as make a sincere effort to learn about musculature and anatomy so I can understand those components and how they move, instead of only knowing what they look like when still - that's how you get better at drawing from memory. Volume mostly comes from coloring and understanding light, which is it's own beast but can very much be learned from similar reference materials and observing it IRL!

My favorite places to get reference are medical diagrams, weird pictures I take of myself, 3D software (often Virt-a-mate) and questionably phrased image google searches.

My favorite artists are Jason Shawn Alexander and Sean Murphy, but I'm not sure how much of it reflects in my art nowadays! I generally seek to pick up techniques from artists rather than to emulate style.

Honestly I love that you guys generally do the thing he would hate the most: take him very non-seriously LOL

I've been in a real Chelsea Wolfe and Amyl And The Sniffers kick lately! But usually you'll also find me listening to stuff like Boy Harsher, Swans, FWF, JK Flesh Lingua Ignota, Nick Cave, David Bowie, and so on. Music for the weird gays, basically.

I went insane and wrote a 23-chapter-long-and-still-ongoing fic in like four months. But also - I'm not that good, I'm just shamelessly pretentious LOL

Hm. That's a good question, but I'm not really sure. Sincerely not trying to be a edgier-than-thou here (in fact, this has made me a little self conscious at one time or another) but a lot of art that I don't mean to be horror-y in nature at all has been associated with the genre. So perhaps I don't know what I'm doing either, LOL.

I think just leaning on making things look slightly "wrong" or "ugly" on purpose is the way, but I also find that if you just seek to depict people as they are instead of idealized versions of themselves, you will arrive at that either way.

Thank you for reading! Honestly, I'm guilty of having not read much at all since I was in my late teens, and the style I'm employing for ANE is very different from the things I would call "influential" for me, or even that I used to enjoy reading at all before. I read a lot of Chuck Palahniuk as a youth (and, no slight to people who do like him still, but nowadays I'm not sure why I ever did. His stories don't speak to me at all anymore) as well a lot of weird experimental lit that I didn't even care to remember the name of. My last book stint from one or two years ago was composed solely of historical and medical literature, and last year I got really into Cormac Mcarthy thanks to the internet.

So, all in all, I'm absolutely all over the place LOL if you put a gun to my head and told me to list my favorite books, I'd say The Indifferent Stars Above and Blood Meridian.

(Consider the reading portion of the question to have been answered above) I really really liked Beau is Afraid and think it's a really great "horror" movie. Sue me.

[aheckinmess]

Chapter 1/? of Top Shelf, a bartender Sukuna AU that was inspired by someone on Instagram (@pikkufrog). It started out as my take on bartender Sukuna and has gradually devolved into a fic idea. Since I finished chapter 1, I figured I'd post it.

Read on AO3.

Tags: Ryomen Sukuna, Ryoumen Sukuna, Sukuna x Reader, Sukuna x You, Female Reader, Soft Sukuna, Bartender Sukuna, Bartender AU, Canon Divergence, Might Devolve into Jujutsu Sorcery, Who Can Say?, Reader is Drunk, Shameless Flirting, Alcohol Consumption, Sukuna's House Makes an Appearance, Sukuna Collects Skulls, And Also Books, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Yuji Will Eventually Make an Appearance, Somewhere in This Series, Suggestive Themes, Suggestive Content, Reader Gets Hit On, But Nothing Actually Happens

Word Count: 2,169 words

Summary: After a long, difficult week, you find yourself at your favorite bar, people watching and appreciating the view. The view being Ryomen Sukuna, the local bartender. With a little liquid courage, you find yourself flirting shamelessly until he invites you to his place. What happens afterwards is a bartender and bookstore barista trying to find balance among their chaotic lives.

Author's Note: Instead of using Y/N or L/N or even (Name), like I used to, I'll be referring to the reader's name as Yin Lyn. I find it flows a little better.

Chapter 1: A Shot in the Dark

After a long day of work, there’s no better way to wind down than to people watch at the bar. Dulling your mind with a few drinks loosens your muscles and stifles your insecurities. At the end of the counter, your eyes wander over the bartender you see regularly this time of day.

Damn, he’s hot. You sip the rest of your margarita and rest your head in your hand. As your head gets heavier, your gaze lowers from his face to his broad shoulders, roams down, and settles on the curve of his ass. His fingers stretch inside the cup he’s cleaning, his back to you. Do me like that.

“Enjoy the view?” Soft lips tilt up into a smirk as he steps over, leaning across the dark wood. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, darling. Have a rough week?”

Your cheeks darken to match his hair, but you stretch across the counter towards him anyway. 

“It’s been long. Dealing with people is frustrating.” You pout.

He laughs as he finishes cleaning the glass and sets it down. He mutters something that you miss as you get distracted with the tattoos on his chest, peeking out of his button-up. A soft whine whistles through your nose before his finger tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Can I get you anything to drink, Yin?” 

“An amaretto sour and a shot of tequila.” You lick your lips, acutely aware of how easy it would be for him to wrap his fingers around your neck. Hot! I need to calm myself before I do something I regret. 

You do your best to behave. But it is entirely unfair just how much his clothes strain against his body. The black fabric practically screams with his every move. 

“Here. If you’re going to gawk, you can at least use your words to tell me how good I look.” Sukuna taunts, tapping the counter to regain your attention. You throw back the shot without hesitation as your fingers ring the rim of your drink.

“But I wanna hear you talk.” You admit, holding out your open palm for his. You’re pleasantly surprised when he places his hand in yours and lets you trace the patterns of his tattoos. “Your voice makes me melt.” Oops…where’d that come from?

You can’t say you regret it, because it’s the first time he doesn’t meet your eyes as his cheeks flush bright pink. His hand twitches in yours.

“You’re too cute for your own good.” He pulls his hand back and drums his sharp nails on the countertop. “Here. Let me get their drinks and then we’ll talk.”

Your eyes follow him down the bar until you feel someone sit beside you; a tap on your shoulder pulls your gaze away from Sukuna and onto a red-haired stranger. “Mm?”

“I noticed you were over here looking lonely, pretty thing.” His voice is calm and smooth despite his obvious intoxication. “You wanna get out of here?” He winks.

You shake your head, trying to shove aside the immediate instinct to call back the bartender. I am perfectly capable of handling a drunk on my own. “I’m not really interested, thank you.”

“Ah, understood. Figured I’d shoot my shot, though.” He tips his head and struggles to get to his feet. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous, for what it’s worth.” 

“Thank you. I hope you enjoy your evening.”

While Mr. Red Hair might be a perfect gentleman, his friend mutters something to him before wandering over himself. You deliberately turn towards Sukuna, trying to make it obvious who you’re interested in.

“You’re not interested in my buddy, huh? Can’t blame you. He’s a scrawny fellow. Not a lot to offer.” A gravelly voice speaks over your shoulder.

You ignore it.

Mr. Blonde & Buff doesn’t seem to take the hint.

“You’re not ignoring me, now, are you?” He growls, shoving your shoulder to look at him.

You wobble dangerously in your chair, hand flashing out for the counter when something steadies you from behind. Strong, warm, tattooed arms keep you from sprawling into the floor.

“That’s enough, Riku. Either go back to your table or get the fuck out.” The unspoken or else hangs in the air, dripping from Sukuna’s voice and the way he braces his shoulders, like he’s prepared to kick ass.

And damn, if it isn’t hot.

“Tch. Whatever.” He grumbles several obscenities as he stumbles over to his seat, not even glancing back in your direction.

“Sorry about that. Riku’s…well, an asshole, to put it lightly.” Sukuna sighs, pulling his hands away and gliding around the counter to stand across from you. “Are you alright?” 

“Why’d you let go? You can stay here.” You whine, chasing your straw with your tongue before taking a long drink. It gets warmer as you look up at him, hanging on his every word.

“I wasn’t sure if that might make you uncomfortable. You’d already voiced your disinterest to the other two.” He smirks, resting his chin on his fist. “I don’t make you uncomfortable?”

“No. I told them no, because I like your company better!” Your chair wobbles under the passion of your movements, but somehow you manage to keep from toppling over like an idiot.

“My company, huh? Why’s that?” 

“You’re an asshole, but you’re a respectable asshole.” You yawn, stretching out your back.

He barks out a laugh, causing the head of every drunk to swivel in his direction. Sukuna’s not exactly known for being full of mirth.

“A respectable asshole…” He grins and tucks a strand of your hair back in place. “So, can this respectable asshole ask when you’re free to come by my place?” 

“Can I come by later tonight?” You ask. “I don’t know that I’d be able to make my way home in the dark anyway…but if you’d like I can–”

“Tonight works.” He purrs, face marginally closer to yours. “I don’t get off for another thirty minutes. Think you can wait that long?”

“I’ll wait.” You agree, swallowing thickly. “If you keep getting that close to me, though, I’ll have no choice but to kiss you.”

Is it you, or does he move even closer? The tip of his nose almost meets yours as he looks down at you. The red of his eyes glistens under the dim bar light, pulling breath after shuddering breath from you. Your eyes flicker to his lips.

“You’re quite bold after a few drinks, aren’t you?” He chuckles.

“Not bold, just a warning of what you’re in for if you keep looking at me like that.” You murmur, aching to claim his lips and wipe that smirk off his face.

But you don’t. You wait for thirty minutes like a good girl, in and out of focus as you watch him clean up and get ready to leave. He disappears behind the employee door and comes out soon after.

“Ready, love?” He extends his arm while swinging his keys around his finger.

You get up from your chair, but forget about the step down from the counter. You fall straight into a pair of muscular arms as he catches you. You’re certainly not complaining.

“Watch your step.” He snorts. “As often as I’ve seen you in here, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

“I needed to feel numb.” You explain, leaning your head against his chest as his arm comes around your waist. 

He guides you out of the bar, leading you to a car. Your stomach turns as it copes with the alcohol in its system. I could use some carbs.

“You got any french fries?” You ask, swinging his arm between the two of you. 

“That’s right, you didn’t eat much tonight. We’ll grab some on the way to my place.” His fingers comb through your hair. “Anything else you want?” “You.” It slips out before you can help it. 

“That can certainly be arranged.” He whispers in your ear, thumb grazing your side. But he pulls back and loosens his grip on you. “But it’ll have to be when you’re sober enough to remember it.” 

If he was sexy before, he becomes a hundred times sexier to you with that admission alone. He helps you into his car and starts the trek to the nearest fast food chain and orders some fries. When you offer your money, he rolls his eyes and hands the cashier his card.

“If you won’t let me pay, at least take my money.” You shove it back at him.

“You pay me money all the time to make you drinks. Allow me to return the favor.” He swats the money away. “Put that back.”

“But I don’t make you drinks!” “No, but you’ve made me very amused this evening.” 

You both get your order and when he tells you to dig in, you stuff your face full of fries. Your head lulls against the leather seat with your eyes closed in ecstasy. Truly, carbs are the superior food group.

By the time he opens your door at his house, you’ve inhaled a full serving of fries and gulped half of your water. He takes the food and you follow him inside.

Dark red walls greet you in the living room, with lavish furniture that matches his personality. A dark brown leather sofa sits adjacent to a matching recliner, and a coat rack with a cow skull on top stands in the foyer.

He catches your appraising eyes and smiles.

“I have a bit of an obsession with animal skulls.” He nods to the mantle decorated with skulls of more variety. “They’re interesting to me. But I keep my library down this hall. You enjoy reading, don’t you?”

“Mhmm!” 

He takes your hand and leads you into a room filled top to bottom with colorfully illustrated spines. His shelves all match and he’s got them organized neatly with added trinkets here and there for decoration. You vaguely remember telling him last week about your new favorite manga when he steps over to his large collection with you.

“As you can see…there’s your favorite.” He gestures to an entire row of the Hotel of Villains series. You instantly finger the 4th book, pulling it out and gaping at the cover. “I’ll warn you, once you get to the 8th volume, things start picking up. You won’t want to put it down.”

You’re too enthralled with the cover in front of you before you sling your arms around his waist, voice muffled as your face gets squished into his chest.

“Thank you.” You whimper, tears draining from your eyes. You tend to get a little more emotional when drunk. “I’ve been waiting so long to read the rest…and my favorite character is trapped so I’ve been so worried.”

“Heh. Dasuko is your favorite?” Sukuna smiles crookedly.

“I know he’s the big bad villain but he’s such a respectable one!” You whine, turning away self-consciously. In the world of fandom, you’ve learned there’s no telling how anyone will react to your favorite characters.

“Mm, I guess respectable assholes are your type, huh?”

You hide behind your hair, trying to get your sludgy brain to decipher whether he’s just teasing or being serious.

“Hey, hey,” He tilts your chin up at him. There’s a growing smile on his face. “I’m not shaming you. I think it’s cute that someone so soft would fall for someone so…feral.” His eyes shine under the glow of the light. “He’s one of my favorites too.”

You smile up at him before his hand rubbing your back reminds you that he’s still wrapped in your embrace. You set the book back, before you sway into his chest. Your fingers search out his exposed skin and you paw at him.

“Do you mind if I stay?” You purr sweetly.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow and takes your hands in his.

“You may stay for a place to sleep. But I will not take advantage of you. Any woman would choose me with a hazy mind. Only women who understand my worth and power would choose me while sober.” He croons.

You’re of a stubborn disposition, though, and feeling a bit whiny as your mind fogs. You slide to your knees and look up at him in hopes to change his mind. 

"Yin.” He speaks, voice thicker but still resolute. “No.”

You huff, but try on a compromise.

“Fine. But…can I at least have a kiss?” You ask, forcing yourself back up into a standing position, giving yourself an indulgent look at his mouth. I’ve been dying to kiss you all night…all week! Please say yes.

“Mm,” His gaze flickers to your lips and back to your face. “One little peck, and then off to bed with you.”

It’s short and brief, but those soft lips tap yours as he bends down to kiss you. He pulls back almost as soon as he’s started, and you whimper when he does.

“Come. Let’s put you in bed.”

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