#anyways byeee good night

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

I JUST SAW MATPAT IN THEATERS AND IT WAS AWESOME AND I'M SO HAPPY

[keeps-ache]

It Is Time (i want to draw but i don't know what lol)

[maskedbyghost]

Simon Riley:

is surprisingly good at sewing. whether it’s patching up his gear or clothes, he learned to be self-sufficient over the years.

doesn’t sleep much and prefers staying up late. he’s always more focused during the night and feels more at ease in the dark. but ever since you moved in with him, he gets a few good hours of sleep with you on top of him as his favorite weighted blanket.

owns very few personal belongings. most of his space is neatly organized with just the essentials. he doesn't like clutter. still, he doesn't mind your obsession with coffee mugs, he's the one that gets them for you now anyway.

is great at chess and strategy games. when off duty, he occasionally plays with other soldiers but rarely loses. (he let you win once, but only bc you kept using your puppy eyes on him.)

avoids all forms of social media. he doesn’t understand why people want to post their lives online, and he values his privacy too much. he has an ig account, a fake one, just so he can look at your profile when he's away on a long mission.

sometimes sketches in his free time, mostly landscapes or tactical designs, using it as a quiet hobby. no one really knows about it, until you find a sketchbook filled with drawings of yourself. you never mention it to him, especially that one page with an engagement ring he sketched out with your exact measurements right next to it.

is surprisingly good in the kitchen, particularly when it comes to simple, hearty meals. he doesn’t cook often, but when he does, you are always impressed.

his guns and knives are always clean. it's part of his routine, and he finds the process of maintaining them therapeutic.

is awkward when it comes to casual conversations. he’s more comfortable giving orders or discussing tactical plans than engaging in chit-chat. that is why it took you so long to realize that he likes you. thankfully, you love talking and he likes to listen, so it all worked out.

is extremely protective of you, often worrying about your safety. if you’re in danger, his usually calm demeanor fades, and he becomes hyper-focused on ensuring you’re safe.

pays close attention to your habits and needs. he’ll notice when you're feeling down or when something is wrong, even if you don’t say it, and he’ll do whatever he can to fix it or offer comfort.

(if you have any requests pls do submit them, that's it byeee)

[taurasiluvr]

okay but mean caitlin PLEASE I NEED HER like she is putting brat reader in her place or like it was a bad game or smth!!! i just neee mean cc. But i love your writing and i may or may not re-read your writes everyday🤗👀 ANYWAY THANK YOU AND BYEEE

hii love, i read this request a few weeks ago and i couldn't get it outta my head, i had to write it as soon as i got home from vaca. may be a little rusty but i hope yall enjoy nonetheless!

she's so sassy in this clip i had to use it

you knew you fucked up once you'd met caitlin's dark gaze.

the entire night was spent teasing your girlfriend, flirting a little too much with the other girls, making snide remarks, and giving her those doe-eyed looks that you knew would rile her up. you had been bratty all night, and now, you were about to pay for it.

as soon as the front door closed behind you, caitlin's patience snapped. she grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bedroom. her grip was firm, her eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint that sent a shiver down your spine.

"you think you can act like that and get away with it?" caitlin's voice was low, almost a growl, as she pushed you up against the wall. "flirting with them like that, throwing me those little looks... acting like a desperate little slut,"

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. "was just playing around, cait," you tried to defend yourself, but the smirk on your lips betrayed your enjoyment.

caitlin's eyes flashed, and she stepped closer, her body pressing against yours as she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her. "oh yeah?" she hissed. "i'll wipe that fucking smirk right off your face, princess, don't test me."

before you could respond, she spun you around, pushing you down onto the bed. you barely had time to catch your breath before she was on you, her hands yanking at your clothes, stripping you bare with a roughness that left no room for argument.

"but you like testing me, don’t you?" she muttered, her voice laced with anger as she positioned herself between your legs, hearing the familiar click of her harness. "i've been too nice recently, huh, baby? you don't deserve that shit, especially when you act like a fucking slut."

you whimpered as she grabbed your hips, pulling you closer and aligning the strap-on with your entrance. there was no teasing, no gentle buildup—caitlin thrust inside you with a force that made you cry out, your body arching off the bed in shock and pleasure.

"o-oh, fuck!"

"this what you wanted?" she growled, setting a punishing pace right from the start. "wanted to be fucked like this, like a fucking slut?"

you moaned, the words caught in your throat as she continued to pound into you, each thrust more intense than the last. "yes," you finally managed to gasp, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to hold on. "please, cait... ’m sorry."

but caitlin wasn’t in a forgiving mood. her grip on your hips was bruising, her pace relentless as she drove you closer and closer to the edge. "sorry isn’t good enough," she snapped, her eyes blazing with dominance. "you’re going to take everything i give you tonight, and then maybe—maybe—i’ll think about letting you cum."

you whimpered, the pleasure almost too much to bear as she continued her assault on your body. cach thrust sent shockwaves through you, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. you could feel the tension building inside you, your body teetering on the brink of release.

"please, caitlin," you begged, your voice desperate as you looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes. "can’t take it anymore, please let me cum."

caitlin smirked, her thrusts never faltering. "no," she taunted, her voice dripping with authority. "you’re going to hold it until i say so, understand?"

you nodded frantically, tears of frustration and pleasure forming in your eyes as you fought to obey her command. every nerve in your body was on fire, your need for release becoming almost unbearable. but caitlin wasn’t done with you yet.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "gonna fuck you stupid, like the fucking slut you are,"

with those words, she reached between your bodies, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it with a precision that made you scream. the combination of her thrusts and her fingers was too much—you were on the verge of exploding, your body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"now," caitlin finally growled, her voice dark and commanding. "cum for me, now."

her permission was all you needed. with a broken cry, you came hard, your body convulsing as the orgasm tore through you. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it leaving you gasping for breath as you clung to caitlin, your nails digging into her skin.

caitlin continued to move, drawing out your pleasure until you were a shaking, sobbing mess beneath her. only then did she slow down, her movements becoming gentler as she guided you through the aftershocks of your release.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[scudslut]

too sweet

daryl x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni

a/n: okay, is this like the song? IDK i listened to it on repeat tryna decipher shit and come up with a good plot but i think i got a little lost in the sauce, or maybe im just being mean to myself🫢 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON BYEEE🤍

you two never got along, never saw eye to eye.

years you’d known each other and all it ever did was reveal those differences all the more. highlighting them in bold letters for you to gaze at thoughtfully, but did that stop you?

it was a game you played, back and forth for so long that it became a routine. bicker and disagree till you were blue in the face and at each other's mercy for only the moon to bear witness too.

how many times had you dug into him for his habits. he smoked, kept to himself, he fought, but where had that ever gotten him? it was against your nature. a way of being that you genuinely could not understand.

and he’d be right there with you, matching each dig with his own. you were sweet, too soft. you pleased and walked among ice like you weighed as much as a feather, so predictable it was almost humorous. if you didn’t understand him, he was absolutely riddled by you.

“how do ya sleep at night? huh? don’ya ever get tired of keeping everyone so fuckin happy?” he’d mutter, all the while tearing articles of clothing off of your supple skin, one by one. skin that was pristine by default and worn as if only heaven itself had touched it.

“believe it or not, i actually want people to like me daryl. i like when i can make people happy. it’s not a fucking act,” you sneer back.

who was he to talk? he lived inside his own head. could go days… no, months by himself, not muttering a single word to a breathing soul. and you’d tried to reason, guide, and help, but if anyone knew daryl dixon, they knew he didn’t budge easily. he had to want it for himself and he simply didn’t see the glory in your people-pleasing nature, as he’d like to call it.

sure he saw the value in it, somewhat. but he liked things the way they were, as they were meant to be. if he disagreed with something he sure as shit wasn’t gonna prance around trying not to hurt no feelings.

“alright, you keep tellin’ yerself that, princess.”

so what was it that kept you two coming back for more? why was the tension and aversion between your minds so magnetic between your bodies? he wanted to snap those annoying, pretty lips shut with his. maybe if he kissed you hard enough something would click in that head of yours. maybe he could fuck some clarity into you.

his fingers would rub fast circles over your clit, watching you keen and moan into the pillow beneath you, “how’s that princess? good enough for ya? hm?” he’d mock, “faster? slower?”

“god, would you shut up already?” you tried to sneer only for it to come out as a breathy whine, adding fuel to his pride and smirk across his face. your lips crashed into his in an attempt to diminish it but it was right there, now pressed up against your face, and fuck, why was that so hot? why was his rugged stubble, his long hair kissing your shoulders, and his broad, strong body so infuriatingly sexy to you? muscles built from years of fights, kills, and hunting. you didn’t like it… but you did.

“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you cried to him softy.

“nuh, uh. not yet pretty girl.”

his belt was loud throughout the quiet room. your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure but you heard the familiar clanks and zips, and then you felt his weight above you — warm and spicy. it pulled you so far and close that you sucked him in before he even got his pants all the way off.

“fuckin’ christ girl,” he groaned, snapping down to meet your hips flush. it was rapid and hot, both of you pouring all your frustrations into each push and pull. frustrations with each other, frustrations with yourselves that you liked this so fucking much.

he fucked you deep and hard like his body hated you, but somehow kissed you so tenderly through it all. his tongue massaging and tangling with yours as if you created his oxygen for him.

“so fucking sweet, princess, y’know that?” he whispered against you, “no good fer me.”

he was telling himself that; convincing himself and you knew it. your body rolled to meet his quickly, feeling every gooey, warm muscle against your skin and drooling over it, “more.”

as if to prove a point he slowed down, pulling out till just his tip was caught at your entrance, and then would thrust in, hard. over, and over, and over until you were singing his name and muffling it with his neck. warm and spicy.

“ya like that? thought ya wanted faster?”

he knew he was walking a line, but what had you guys ever been but a definitive line? a clear distinction of night and day, the only time ever seeing eye to eye being these moments. as one.

you were sent over the edge instantly, spasms of pleasure rolling languidly through your body. the tight swelling of your cunt causing daryl to finish with you and fuck if he didn’t cum the prettiest, sexiest way you had ever seen. straight out of your dirty, teenage fantasies and above you to soak in while you wreathed along with him.

he groaned and cursed into your chest, riding out each wave until he was shaking above you and so sensitive he couldn’t help but hiss as he pulled away, flopping down beside you.

a cigarette was quickly fished from his strewn jeans pockets and placed between his lips, lighting up and rolling back into the pillows lazily. every ounce of mending and merging you had just done was palpably tossed out the window, your scoff loudly filling the silence.

“that will kill you one day, hope you know that,” you muttered whilst gathering your clothes and slipping them on.

he didn’t bat an eye, nothing he hadn’t heard before from you and honestly, he didn’t really care. plenty of things in the world that’ll kill you, your naivety being one of them.

“lemme guess, gotta be up bright n’ early? tendin’ ta all yer charity cases?” he mused as he watched you head for the door. there had never been a night you’d spent together, probably would end up ripping each others faces off alone in room together for that long.

he didn’t get an answer, just an amused eye roll as you opened his bedroom door, “bye daryl.”

and then you were gone, quiet stomps heard as you floated up the stairs and he knew it would only be a matter of days before you were right back here, glued to his body and singing his name like you needed him to survive.

“figures,” he mumbled, taking a long drag from his smoke and smirking softly to himself.

what’s that saying? opposites always attract?

[sweetteainthesummerx]

THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (blurb 2)

the wedding bells ring!!

series masterlist

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dior.n.goodjohn posted

dior.n.goodjohn still in shock that the baddest baddie is off the market 😫 congrats to my best friend, partner in crime and the most talented woman on earth

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aubreyyang I LOVE YOU I cant wait to have u as my maid of honour

oliviarodrigo stop the last photo turned out so good!!

olliebearman who's that baddie in the first slide wow

-- dior.n.goodjohn ur so luck that she walks you like a dog

-- user1 BYEEE she clocked him w that one

aubreybearmanxx THE CONTENT WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE

user2 her having the girls but also Ollies little sister in her bridal party is everythingg

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dinobeganovic_ letting the man have one more wild night (we knocked Oscar into the ocean) before being tied down forever (we confiscated his phone because he kept trying to text Aubrey)

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aubreyyang my mans devoted what can I say 😘

-- olliebearman love you babe

-- landonorris can't believe their letting kids get married

-- olliebearman ur like 5 years older than me

-- landonorris I said what I said

-- aubreyfanpage22 they went public and now they have no shame 😨

oscarpiastri anything for my brothers big night

-- user3 girl the f1 friend group is another level

user4 OH THEYRE ALL SO FINEEE

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lilymhe big day for my best girl

Aubrey, the first time I met you, you were 17 and out of your first relationship. It pained me to see someone who held so much love in their heart to be hurt. Now, 6 year later you've found the man of your dreams who treats you like a queen. I'm the proudest big sister 🤍

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user4 im crying sm they're perfect for each other the haters can shut up

morganfreeman my little girl is all grown

-- aubreyyang MORGAN THANK YOU FOR COMING

aubreyyang lily ilysm words cant describe how grateful I am for your wisdom and company its helped my relationship so much

alexalbon our daughters so old

-- user5 this is so wholesome

--pastryboii33 ever since Oscar made that joke the grid has become an interconnected weave of familial ties

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aubreyyang & olliebearman mr. and mrs. bearman

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user6 OH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL

aubreyyangfan1 the real ones know the soft launching days

user7 aren't they kinda young

-- olliebearmancontectts they're 24 and 26 so no not really

lewishamilton congrats!

terribearman welcome to the family!

-- aubreyyang ty mama bearman xx

user8 just watched their wedding video AND I SOBBED

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aubreyyang got married to the loml, anyways how was your weekend?

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user9 ABSOLUTE ICON

f1tracks00 the sheer amount of fame at this wedding

-- user10 who was there

-- f1tracks the whole grid, aubreys current and past costars (Morgan freeman, Michelle Yeoh, dallas liu, Mckenna grace, the whole Percy jackson cast) and like hella celebrities

charles_leclerc shoutout to LEC for catering the dessert

-- alexandrasaintmleux babe not the smalls promotion rn

alexandrasaintmelux the most beautiful bride

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olliebearman my beautiful bride

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scuderiaferrari congrats to the prince and princess of Ferrari!

-- user11 wow she is so ethereal

-- olliebearman ikr

-- user11 BYE WHAT R U DOING HERE

aubreyyang my handsome groom

ollieyangg92 the way ollie was crying when she was walking down the aisle

-- user12 AND THEIR VOWS LOVE REALLY EXISTS

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[k4marina]

this was supposed to be a drabble, but fuck it, we ball.

bassed off of this.

warnings: gotham. moral of the story is don’t walk the streets of gotham alone at night

——

"i don't get it," you say into the phone that's pressed in between your ear and shoulder. your best friend on the other line hums in agreement. "it's like he's living like a double life y'know? rich corporate dude by day, and then some sort of street thug by night."

she laughs on the other end. "that would be an interesting movie plot. but for real, i'm glad that i'm not in your shoes, no offense-"

"none taken,"

"-i'd drive myself insane trying to figure out who my soulmate was."

you shake your head, smiling, "careful, keep talking like that and you'll end up in arkham."

her laugh fades for a second before coming back to the phone. "speaking of which, has your little thug boyfriend run across the batman yet?"

you shake your head, not that she can see anyways, "no, not yet. i wonder what that would be like though. maybe then he'd stop running around in the streets like an idiot."

"a little intervention by the bats?"

"totally," you laugh. you glance back at the little wall clock you had, groaning. "i'm gonna have to go, gotta head to work. talk to you tomorrow?"

"okay, stay safe, byeee," you could hear the sound of her kissing on the other end, you doing the same before ending the call and getting ready for work.

—

by the time 4 am had rolled around you had finished your shift and were steadily making your way back home. was it risky to walk alone in the dead of night in gotham? yes. but at least you have your pepper spray.

the streets are dimly lit, casting an orange hue onto the pavement. the second you turn the corner you could already tell something was off. your hand reaches into the bag, pulling out your pepper spray, uncapping it.

your eyes shift around, scanning the area in front of you when a hand reaches out, pulling you back by your shoulder. you hit the persons chest, instinctively pulling back to see who it was.

some street thug who looked like he hasn't taken a shower in days gives you an eerie smile, sending shivers down your body and paralyzes you.

"don't cha' know betta then to walk around at night?" his nasally voice makes you want to recoil into yourself. his rancid cigarette breath doesn't help when he speaks up again.

"hey, i'm talkin' ta yah. you not gon' answer me." he steps forward and you step back in fear. "what? you think you too fuckin' good?"

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. "no like's a fuckin' bitch, yeah?"

before he could do anything, he stops, looking past you. you find the courage to turn, craning your head at the shadowy figure, spotting the symbol on his chest.

batman.

his eyes lock onto yours and you take a sigh of relief. he grunts, softly grasping your shoulder and pushes you behind him. only, when his hand makes contact with you, a white flash comes over your eyes and when it all fades away your met with the thugs face.

except, it's like you're in another persons body.. sort of how when you and your soulmate see out of the others eyes...

you watch as the thug gets beaten into a pulp in an all familiar way, now finally taking notice of the gloves he always wore and how thee thug rasps his name.

by the time the beating is finished your sight has returned to you and you stare into batman's back, your heart racing. he turns, and by the look in his eyes he knows too. he steps back to leave, but you're quicker.

"wait," you reach out, your hand just briefly making contact with his gloved hand. but it's enough for your sight to switch, momentarily seeing your own shocked face from a higher angle.

it was the batman.

"no fucking way," is all you're able to say. your soulmate wasn't a rich street thug.

i tired to make the creepy dude have a new york /jersey accent, but i've never written one before so it's probably shit lol.

[abigails-gf]

can you write reader and Abby watching a sad movie and Abby sees reader crying so she comforts her 💕

abby anderson x f!reader.

a/n: hiii nonnie !! thank you sm for sending this request. :3 i cry so much while watching movies. omg. the last movie i cried for was puss in boots 2 :(( saw it for the first time two weeks ago and it was so so good. cried when mama bear said that they'll love goldie even if she decides to give up on them for her wish n stuff. aah. anyway !! i hope you enjoy this. it's a bit short, but i think it's cute !! <3 also, 'm working on a longer request which (hopefully) will be up next week. and i'm sooo excited !! okiii byeee !! mwaaahh 💌💕

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you and abby had decided to have a movie night once a week. you'd spend the night at her apartment, bringing some snacks with you. and she'd take care of dinner.

tonight, you two were watching a movie she had picked. you ate while watching the first part of the movie, and then cuddled on her couch.

"oh, no! what is she doing? she can't just leave them like that!" you said, talking about the main character deciding to leave her family. abby stayed quiet and squeezed your hand in hers.

as the movie progressed, nearing the end, she looked at you. you were focused on the tv, the glow of it lighting your face – she noticed tears falling down your cheeks. she chuckled. "baby..." she cupped your cheek as you finally turned to her, sniffling. "oh, honey..." she smiled softly at you as you shook your head. "'m sorry, it's so stupid. it's just a stupid movie..." she laughed a little and hugged you. "oh, baby..." she kissed your cheeks. "it's okay. don't apologise for that." she hugged you until the movie was over.

"it's already over?!" you yelled at the tv. abby giggled and caressed your arm. "calm down, baby. it's just a movie." you hugged your girlfriend as she kept on rubbing your arm. "this movie was shit."

abby laughed and kissed your head. "yeah. the movie was so shitty, you cried." she teased. you looked up at her, slapping her chest. "shh. don't make fun of me." she couldn't help but chuckle. "not making fun of you, baby. would never do that."

you rolled your eyes and kissed her. she kissed you back softly, pressing you against her. "sweet girl..." she whispered into the kiss. you smiled and kissed her some more, as her hands travelled to your lower back. "seriously, abby, don't you ever pick a movie like this." she looked at you and caressed your cheek. "next time you'll pick the movie." she said, giving you a peck. "don't like seeing my sweet girl cry." she kissed you once more.

you two laid down on the couch, cuddling. your head on abby's chest as she rubbed your back. "baby? you alright?" she spoke softly, starting to play with your hair. you didn't answer, soft breaths coming out of your mouth.

you had fallen asleep. abby smiled at the sight. she continued to play with your hair for a few minutes before gently getting up, putting your head down on a pillow. she leaned down and kissed your head. "goodnight, sweetheart." she whispered before picking up the dishes.

[venusloverblue]

Now I understand

Billy Hargrove x Reader

words count: 766

summary: You and Billy are dating, but you have doubts as to why he was interested in you.

warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff

a/n: Hii everyone, I bring you another one shot of Billy. I must say I'm not a fan, in fact I don't think I like what I wrote, but I upload it anyway because I like to be embarrassed. If you see any grammatical errors, don't be afraid to tell me, it helps me with my English. With that I say byeee.

The wind blowing in through the open window of the Camaro hits you in the face, and in the background you hear a rock song from a band that your boyfriend listens to. You don’t talk to each other, but that doesn’t make the atmosphere uncomfortable, in fact, the silences between you usually feel comfortable.

“Babe, there’s a party tonight at Tina’s house, I’m going with the guys, do you want me to pick you up and we can go together?”

Dating Billy, one of the most popular boys, brings that on. There’s always a party at night at one of the popular guys’ house. Ever since he came to Hawkins he became a high school sensation, all the boys wanted his friendship and all the girls wanted to have him in their beds, that part you always tried to ignore for their sake.

You still didn’t know how you had gotten someone like Billy interested in someone like you, a girl who tried to go as unnoticed as possible. You were not interested in being popular, the only thing you wanted was to have good grades so you could go to a good college with a full scholarship, that way you would not generate more expenses to your parents than they already had.

That’s why you never expected the bad boy to look for you all over school looking for a date because he was curious about you, at first you thought it was some kind of joke that was going to leave you in a bad light, with that in mind you decided to deny him that date causing Billy to look for every possible way to get your attention so he could get a date with you. To the surprise of many, he succeeded and took you on a date where he impressed you with how gentlemanly he was and made you rethink your opinion of him.

After several dates, he proposed if you wanted to be his girlfriend in his blue Camaro under a starry night getting you to say yes to his question.

“Love, are you there?” Billy’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts and brings you back to reality, where he asked you if you wanted to go to a party.

“Sorry, I was lost in my mind” You say to then answer the question he asked you at first. “I really don’t know Billy, next week I have a math test and you know I’m not very good at it.”

“I know, but this time you have to go to see me dethrone Harrigton from his throne.”

“Billy, you know how I feel about those things, they’re bullshit. Besides, I’ve already seen you dethrone Steve and the truth is that dragging you back to your car is not in my plans” With that the conversation ended because he had already parked at your house. You give him a kiss on the cheek and get out of the car, from his side there is no answer to your statement.

It is night time and you are in your room studying for your exam, you are listening to the music of David Bowie, one of your favorite artists. While you are about to turn pages in your study book you hear something knocking on your window, at first you think it’s some bird that crashed into your window, but after listening to it three more times you decide to see what it really was.

When you open the window you can’t believe what greets you, it’s Billy with his big smile, in his hand you could see some stones, with them he was trying to get your attention. You instantly went downstairs to open the back door of the kitchen, he comes in with a flirtatious smile that always left your legs shaking.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Tina’s party to dethrone Steve” In your voice can be heard the surprise of finding him there at that moment.

“I planned to go, but with you. So here I am to have a fun night of study with my girl” He grabs your waist and brings his mouth to yours planting a kiss that causes the butterflies in your stomach to awaken.

At that moment you understood why Billy was interested in you, maybe others don’t understand it and it’s because they don’t feel it. When you kiss him the world around you disappears and you feel that Billy completes what you are missing. You assume he feels the same, so you keep kissing him.

[sucuretcannelle]

wooo you're writing again! Can I get Hayden, March, and Adeline with a chaotic sleeper? Like they constantly turn and roll and drool

These are kinda short because. I ran out of things to say byeee

Hayden:

I feel like he's the typa guy that just falls asleep one way and stays that way for the rest of the night

You could jump on him and he prolly wouldn't wake up till dawn still

Though I feel like he snores and if you fall asleep before him, and you snore, I think he can just tune you out

He's content because you're sleeping peacefully...for now

But anyway the only thing that's a bit of a concern to him is if he wakes up and you're asleep on the floor

Cuz he starts thinking he's taking up too much space on the bed ☹️ please reassure him that he's not

But anyway if you do happen to wake him up, he's holding you down to his chest till morning comes, you're not going anywhere

March:

HE'S SO ANNOYED

March is also a bit of a chaotic sleeper but he's not that bad, just a bit shifty

But he will wake up if YOU move too much or hit him

At first, you hit him, he's waking you up or just pushing you (not to the point of pushing you off the bed, but away from him)

Eventually he comes to terms with it and just moves himself out of your line of fire

As much as he would like to hold you...he has things to do in the morning and he actually needs to get a good night's rest

At some point he gets genuinely concerned because what if there's something wrong with you?

Would kinda push you to get that checked out (he just wants to make sure you're okay)

Adeline:

She will sleep and wake up in the same position, and she will wake up if you hit her

But unlike March, she actually wouldn't be upset

She'd wake up confused, see that you're okay, smile at the weird ass position you're in, and go back to sleep

Has started the habit of tying her hair up so there's less of a chance of you drooling on her hair

Not that she minds too much, but she could be doing more work with the extra time it takes her to do that

Either way, she will try to find ways to try to help you sleep calmly

She doesn't know what it's like, but she imagines you'll feel better if you sleep better

[starrayblogs]

Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader

a/n: hey again! c: likes and reblogs are appreciated, so have a fun read! also i'm open to asks about this story, like stuff about the reader, floyd, etc :D feel free to send an ask!

✩ previous chapter

iii. Put Us Together

You woke up in Poppy’s pod to two empty beds. You also wake up to two cheery voices chatting it up outside the pod. You groan, rub your eyes, and get up from the bed. You recognize Viva’s hair by the silhouette outside and make your way to the door, which abruptly opens before you can even get close.

“Good morning!” Viva greets you, spinning you by your hands a few times.

“Veev…” You yawn once she stops. You smile gently, greeting her back. “Morning, did I sleep in?”

“Actually, no! You woke up just in time, because me and Poppy just have some stuff to do, and I was just about to inform you that we’ll be away for the morning.” Viva explains with a wide grin.

“Oh? Where to? Maybe I can bring you guys there.” You offer, rolling your shoulders. 

“Nah, we got it! We’ll be back before lunch, so feel free to make yourself at home!” Viva hugs you before pulling away, waving bye along with Poppy. “Byeee!”

You watch them drag each other away, and you're too half-awake to even process anything properly, so you don’t care enough to think about it. You step outside the pod, walking on the grassy plain. When you feel yourself becoming hungry, you place your hand on your stomach and notice something missing. Your guitar. You keep patting yourself rapidly, thinking of where you could’ve left it.

‘Must’ve left it Branch’s,’ you think. ‘I’ll pick it up and maybe get another bowl of menudo.’ You wrap your hair around a branch and swing yourself gradually to the bottom. You unexpectedly land right in front of Floyd.

“Oh.” You say, raising your brows in pleasant surprise. “Hey, Cotton Candy.” 

“Is that my nickname now?” He slightly tilts his head with a smile, crossing his arms.

“Well, you look like one, you know.” You shrug your shoulders with a smirk. “Your hair’s shaped like if it were on a cone.”

He laughs softly. Can his voice even match the sweet you just compared him to? His mouth opens to reply, but your rumbling stomach cuts him off. “Did you just wake up?” He asks, unfurling his arms.

“Ah, yeah…” You awkwardly clear your throat and ruffle your hair a bit. “I was just about to go back to Branch’s bunker.” You explain.

“Oh, I just came from there. Do you want me to come with you?” He motions behind him, his head nudging back in the direction he came from.

“I wouldn’t mind. I need to pick up my guitar anyway, I think I left it there.” You scratch behind your head as you start to follow Floyd, who is beginning to lead the way back to the bunker.

“Ah, I noticed you did.” Floyd looks at you briefly. “I kept it safely after you left, don’t worry.”

There’s an invisible weight that you don’t even notice lifting from your shoulders. Your smile softens as you place a hand on your chest, relieved. “Thanks, Floyd. I kinda felt my heart drop earlier when I didn’t feel my guitar strap.”

He hums, leading you up to the rock again. “Is it important to you?” He looks at you again for a moment before he slides the rug. 

“It was a gift.” You say softly, jumping down the hole. You watch Floyd follow in and place back the rug. “Uhm… I, uh, It means a lot to me. So, I make sure to keep it with me at all times.”

“I guess the party distracted you?” Floyd chuckles, pulling on the lever and having the platform slide down.

You laugh before covering it up with a cough. Floyd looks at you with surprised eyes, which you play off with a quick chuckle. “Ha, yeah… You guys really gave a show last night.” You praise the performance he and his brothers gave.

He chuckles, smiling so softly that his eyes close at that moment. “Thank you.” He says as soon as the platform reaches the ground. “I can say the same about you. Your voice was amazing last night, I was blown away.” He compliments you. Your eyes widen and blink a few times, watching him walk off the platform and further into the bunker.

You don’t notice your cheeks heating up a bit, but you can feel the giddy smile on your face一which you quickly wipe away with a nervous laugh. “You too!” You return the compliment, getting off the platform. “I’ve never heard a voice as gentle as yours, it was beautiful.” You say.

You see him lock up as he picks up a bowl from the counter. You fear you said something wrong, but he turns his neck to look at you with a soft laugh. “Come on, eat something.” He motions with his head for you to come to him.

You walk up to him and get handed a bowl of hot menudo. “Thanks.” You say quietly, grabbing the spoon.

“I’ll get your guitar. Be right back.” You watch him walk away for a bit before you look down at your bowl, eating the menudo quietly with a small smile.

He comes back after a minute, carefully holding your guitar. You quickly swallow the food in your mouth and set the bowl on the counter, rushing to get your guitar back. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Cotton Candy.” You say with relief, wearing your guitar again and adjusting the strap so it’s behind you.

When you look up after adjusting your strap, he’s looking at you with a smile.  “You're welcome.” He says softly.

His voice pulls at something inside you again, making you clutch the strap as your eyes take him in. He really is like cotton candy. He’s soft in all ways possible, from the way he looks at you to that gentle smile. You break eye contact when you feel like your lips curve too much, coughing into your fist.

“Yeah, yes… A-anyway, where are your brothers?” You bring back your relaxed, cool smirk. 

“Oh, they told me they’re helping Poppy and Viva prepare lunch,” Floyd said. “Actually, Bruce told me that I should go to you.” He motions a hand to you briefly, and you blink.

“Me? He said to go to me?” You repeat, raising a brow and tilting your head.

“Yeah, he said that I should stay behind and make sure your morning goes smoothly... Then you kind of dropped in front of me.” He chuckles when he looks back at you.

You laugh a bit when you remember what happened this morning. “Ah, sorry if I surprised you.”

“I don’t mind.” He reassures you with a smile, which you briefly return. “Did you enjoy the menudo?”

“Ugh, yes. Your brother has got to drop that recipe.” Your knees bend a bit as you rock your hands in a pleading motion to exaggerate your point. He laughs.

“I don’t think even he knows. His wife made it.”

“You mean that tall vacaytioner?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“How do they even make that work?” You squint your eyes in a confused manner, your hands coming up.

Floyd’s eyes widen, and his smile turns into a line. “I don’t… know?” He replies slowly. You two stare at each other, confused, for a bit before breaking out into a laugh.

“Oh, there you two are.” You break into a coughing fit and quickly turn away from the source, collecting yourself.

“Ah, Branch, you guys are back.” Floyd welcomes his brother naturally after he relaxes from his laugh. You turn around to wave once you’ve calmed down too, bringing back your cool, hard rock vibe.

“Uh, yeah! Poppy’s looking for you two. She wants to give a tour around the village before lunch.” Branch scratches behind his ear before motioning for you two to get on the platform.

“Sounds great.” Floyd says, stepping away first. He looks behind to make eye contact with you. “What do you think?”

You hum. “I guess I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t stick around this place long enough.” You shrug, walking up to him and making your way together to Branch.

"Well, get ready for a walk.” Branch comments, pulling the lever again to lift the three of you.

When you leave the bunker, everyone’s waiting outside by the rug. You wave at them, watching Branch walk to Poppy, who whispers something in his ear. You tilt your head, but Viva rushes up to you and grabs your hands.

“Sooo, how was your morning?” She asks with a grin.

“Oh, it was…” You glance at Floyd, but you quickly bring your eyes back to Viva. “It was great. I had a great morning.” You notice him look at you after you reply to Viva, and your head turns to him to give him a cheeky smirk. “Cotton Candy kept me company.” You comment before looking back at your friend.

“Cotton Candy?” She tilts her head. You nudge your head in Floyd’s direction, and Viva follows before she lets out a gasp. “Ohhh.” She turns to you with a wide grin, giggling to herself. “I seeeee.” She leans close to your face with a sly smile.

“Yeah, you could say I had a sweet morning too.” You emphasize ‘sweet’ as a pun to distract yourself from how warm your cheeks feel.

✩ next chapter

[thechildofbhaalhasawoken]

Cullen: *in his office in the morning, attaching his armor piece by piece*

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *enter*

Cullen: Uh, good morning? Have you heard of knocking?

Vivienne: Deepest apologies, my dear Commander, but we need to talk about the Orlesian dignitaries who are visiting later today.

Cullen: Can we talk about it a little later? I haven’t had breakfast yet. *fidgets nervously*

Josephine: It won’t take long, Commander.

Leliana: And besides we know you don’t eat breakfast. *eyes suspiciously*

Cullen: *furiously trying to think of something*

Vivienne: The good ambassador has told me that you have refused the dinner invitation and the request to show our guests the barracks.

Cullen: I honestly have work to do, and have no time to be parading around nobles.

Dorian: Do you hear something weird?

Cullen: All I hear is the open door behind you.

Vivienne: But these nobles have deep interest in warfare and you made quite the impact on them at the Winter Palace!

Josephine: And they could be persuaded into sponsoring - I hear something too. Is there a bird upstairs? We really should renovate your roof, Commander.

Leliana: No that is the sound of water. Is someone using your privy upstairs, Commander? *eyebrow lift*

Dorian: *smug grin*

Cullen: *blush* I, uh, I’m sure you’re just hearing noise from outside.

Upstairs: *sound of door opening, steps on the floor, rummaging*

Cullen: *urgently* You know we could continue this discussion at your office, Josephine?

Upstairs: Did you say something, vhenan?

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *look at each other and then at Cullen*

Cullen: *covers his face with his hand* No.

Upstairs: No? Well I know you’re not much of a morning person, so fine. Have you seen my trousers?

Vivienne: *about to say something*

Leliana: *stabs Vivienne with her elbow to shut her up*

Dorian: *delighted grin*

Josephine: *having the time of her life*

Cullen: *kicks said trousers from the floor to behind his desk* I don’t know but I definitely think you should stay upstairs for a bit longer.

Upstairs: Oh are you coming back up here? Did you change your mind, Mr. ”I can’t possibly go again yet?”

Cullen: No, no!

Upstairs: Well I suppose twice last night and once this morning is quite a lot.

Dorian: *silent applaud at Cullen*

The ladies: *looking at Cullen from head to toe with very approving nods*

Cullen: Maker’s breath, you’ll be the death of me.

Inquisitor: *slides down the ladder in a flurry of bare legs, wearing no trousers*

Vivienne: Good morning, your worship.

Josephine: I hope you had an invigorating night.

Leliana: And an energising morning.

Dorian: How many times was it for you?

Cullen: Never you mind. *throws the Inquisitor her trousers*

Inquisitor: Six. *catches trousers*

Cullen: *groans and facepalms*

Leliana: Nothing to be embarrassed about, Commander!

Josephine: Six? And three? That’s… amazing.

Dorian: Hell yes it is. *offer to high five with Cullen, switches to the Inquisitor when he doesn’t*

Inquisitor: *high fives Dorian and pulls on trousers* You know you could have said there was someone here.

Cullen: I tried to tell you not to come downstairs.

Inquisitor: Oh I did come downstairs, that was the first one of six, remember?

Cullen: *mortified*

Dorian: *absolutely pissing his pants*

Inquisitor: Anyway, I’ll let you talk about whatever you’re here for.

Vivienne: Oh we wanted to talk to you about the visiting dignitaries too-

Inquisitor: See you in the evening, Cullen, byeee *flees through the open door*

Cullen: I knew everything was going too well for me.

Josephine and Vivienne: *proceed to bombard Cullen with boring questions and duties*

Leliana and Dorian: *continue to insert a lot of double entendres*

[elthecreator]

A/N: Hi my loves<33

HI GUYSSSS IM NOT DEADDD LMAOOOOO. Girllll It’s been a LONGGGGGGGG ass couple of months. So many things of happened, school has been the reason I haven’t written jack shit in so long bro. BUT SUMMER IS ALMOST HEREEE. So I’m starting to make time for my hobbies again!! I have missed so much ugh. I had just started to feel like I was fitting in. But I will try to write a lot more, just be patient with me please 💞. I have gained so much love of my writing even WHILE I was gone!!! Y’all inspire me to continue writing.

I love youuu. I hope you guys enjoy this for right now. Feel free to fill up my inbox with request! I’m still filling them out. (Doesn’t just have to be NSFW.) ANYWAY BYEEE I HOPE YALL EAT THIS UP BECAUSE I PUT MY LEFT TIT INTO THIS 😩‼️

“You have to keep quiet before Joel hears us.”

Ellie whispered quietly on top of you. All three of you in one room, you, Ellie, and Joel. You guys had found a base full of survivors and they let you three in. Having to share a room just for one night until one of the survivors left tomorrow morning.

But fuck. Ellie couldn’t wait.

It was a bad idea a horrible idea even. But in this apocalypse everyone has their urges. We are all still human with human needs and desires. And she couldn’t fucking wait to get you to that base. On that mattress. Holding on to her for dear life.

“I can’t I can’t. Please Ellie.. I can’t keep quiet.”

You said gasping in between your words, she was between your legs. Her strap deepening inside of you. Muscular body hovering over, grunting quietly in your ear as she motioned her body in and out of you.

“Shh.. almost there baby almost there.”

She cooed. Your arms were wrapped around her and her hand covering your mouth. You made little gasps here and there. All this going on while Joel was asleep in the bed beside you and Ellie’s. Both of you praying to god he didn’t hear you two.

The sensation felt so good on her clit, the surface of the strap bumping into her.

“Fuck, you feel so good on me.”

She said against the skin of your neck.

“Wrap your legs around me. Hold on.”

She said fixing her position a little bit. Ellie lifted her hand off your mouth for a moment wanting her baby to be able to breathe. Wrapping your legs around her, you could feel the heat vibrating off her sweaty body. It only made you hungrier. Ellie still in her tank top, you were in her brown flannel.

No bra on no shirt no nothing. Just that flannel covering your tits. Her eyes drop to them, starting to kiss your breasts while holding still. Not fucking you just yet. You groaned, fingers immediately rushing to her brunette strands.

“El’s.. fuck…” You whined.

She sucked and kissed on your breasts hard for a few moments. Before getting back into her stance. Kissing your forehead.

“I’m gonna go faster m’kay?”

“Gonna make my girl cum for me.”

She said rubbing your puffy clit. Sloppily kissing her in response. Legs spread wide so she could insert herself back in. Legs wrapped around her waist again and arms wrapped around her broad shoulders. Starting to move at a slow pace working her way up to fuck you harder.

The bed creaking at Ellie’s pace. Starting to get louder and louder but you were almost there. That’s all that mattered to Ellie was making you cum. She could give two fucks about the bed creaking, when your juices were already melting on her dick. Fucking you faster and faster till you started to call out for her again. Ellie placing her veiny hand back on your mouth. Tears forming your eyes, the both of you hadn’t felt this much pleasure in a very long time. Especially since the apocalypse, the two of you yearning for satisfaction.

When you started reaching your climax she started to reach hers. Her jaw opening wide and eyes rolling back. Trying to keep herself quiet when Joel started shuffling in the bed. But Ellie couldn’t stop. You felt too good.

“Fuck..! Fuck I’m cumming!” She whispered somewhat loudly in your ear.

Breath getting faster for the both of you. Your muffled moans filling the room. Tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure. The pleasure was even better since you couldn’t moan like you usually do.

Forcing you to take it all down..

[xstarkillerx]

im here to unleash demons into your inbox :))))

brian's the type of guy to mark you tf up for fun. he loves giving hickeys and love bites allll over your body. he doesn't care if he's straight up just having a one-night stand, you're leaving his place with a chest full of hickeys. he's totally a fuckin titty sucker and i adore that quality in a man.

ALSOOOO him leaving fucking bite marks all over your inner thighs before eating you out is literally making me bark. it's so 😩

idk i just think it'd be so hot have his pretty mouth all over your body.

i'll def get back to you on more once i do a whole rewatch cause unfortunately i haven't done that in a while. and like if you have any good brian fic recs totally maybe send them to me 🥺

ANYWAYS BYEEE

Ok I'm finally emotionally ready to confront the absolute heat you've been putting in my ask box

You're so RIGHT let's talk about it!!! Based on the deleted beach scene, he obviously seems to like having you on top of him, so I love the idea that when he marks you up he's just desperately latching on to whatever pieces of yourself you put within his reach before you pull it away. I think that's the type of teasing that gets his cock hardest, with your knees on either side of his lap, sitting upright to put his mouth at your breasts, lowering yourself down, grinding on his hard cock and letting his mouth trail up to your neck. Because he's soooooooo fucking eager and hungry for it right, YOU'VE SEEN the way he kisses, he doesn't fucking care if he's being clumsy with it, he doesn't care which marks show the next morning and which ones don't, he can't even begin to think about that shit. He's completely, narrowly focussed on you and what you let him do to you.

Even if he's a little thoughtless with where and how hard he bites you, Brian's also a bit of a showoff right? I feel like if you were both in the middle of it– cock deep inside you, fingers digging into your thighs while you ride him– if you told him that you hope people see the marks tomorrow he'd fucking melt. Just pull his head back by his pretty blond hair, drag your tongue up his neck and whisper in his ear that this is fucking LA, you don't own a single top that'll cover the mess he left all over you. "Everyone's gonna see them tomorrow," you'll feel breath stutter, if he's close enough to cumming his hips will twitch too. "Vince might think you tried to eat me, how are you gonna make it up to me, Brian?" He wouldn't even be able to SPEAK, he'd literally just shudder and bite your shoulder as he cums

[vilefiction]

› featuring: Camboy!College Student!Satoru Gojo + Fem!Reader

› word count: 9,052 words

› synopsis: Satoru Gojo is the star student of your college. He's handsome, athletic, and everyone around can't seem to get enough of him. You, however, completely despised him. He wasn't just your academic rival, but your least favorite person.

During a meeting for student council, you listen carefully to what Satoru has to say. Then and only then did it click: his voice, those eyes, the way the corner of his lips curl… he is the camboy you watch in your free time! When you get a notification on your phone for a bidding livestream, you're intrigued. It was an auction hosted by none other than ch0sen0ne. The prize? A private cam date with him, orgasm included.

› rating: nsfw, +18

› cw: vulgar language, mutual masturbation on camera, rivals who fuck, dominant!gojo, face slapping, oral sex (f), facefucking (m), submissive!reader, degradation (whore, slut, being called a toy), calling satoru sir, pet names (sweetheart), slight praise (good girl), public sex in a library, creampie, somewhat rough sex

› setting: college au (no curses or jujutsu sorcery)

⤷ paw's note: hiii! this is my first fic i've written in a while! i'm so excited to publish this and i really hope you all enjoy it. i originally wrote this on a different blog and for a different character but wanted to make a comeback with this one. i had a lot of fun writing it so i hope you all enjoy it just as much. anyways, this isn't proofread so if there's mistakes, pls ignore them. love u byeee xoxo

It was a familiar feeling for you. The feeling of getting off to his voice, to the way his lips curl into a blissful smirk whenever he touched himself on camera. He was your favorite cam boy to watch after a stressful day of college classes.

You let out a deep and shaky breath, reaching for the small towel beside your bed to wipe your hand of the juices that covered your fingers. Your heart was still racing from your orgasm and your breathing was slowly but surely returning to a normal pace. Your brain was foggy from the quick orgasm, but despite the short time it still felt like one of the best ones so far. Of course, you said that every time you watched his show and came to him.

“I hope you all enjoyed my show. I’ll be doing another livestream in a few days so make sure to turn my notifications on. Thank you for tuning in and have a splendid night.” His sultry and noticeably softer voice made you turn your head towards your computer screen, admiring how pretty his pink lips looked in the camera. Even though you could only see from his nose down, you knew that he was handsome. There was no doubt about it. No number of masks and camera angles could hide how attractive he was. It was no surprise that he had so many viewers watching him get off using various toys and methods. Not only that, but people paying for these toys, and for him to touch himself how they wanted him to. You wished you had more money to spare, to see him get off in a way that you desired. Unfortunately, being a college student didn’t give you the ability to spend your extra income on some popular camboy.

To say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. You never thought you’d get to a point in your life where you would have notifications for a camboy set so that you wouldn’t miss his show. You shook your head and laid down, opening your emails to see if any of your professors had sent anything important out.

Just as you had thought, a new email was sitting at the top of your inbox. You rolled your eyes, closing them and laying your head back further into the pillow. School wasn’t difficult for you, more so tiring than anything else. You couldn’t wait for it to be over, and as a senior, you were so excited to graduate with a degree in the spring and start your life.

Your fingers glided across your screen and opened the email titled ‘School Government Meeting’. It was nothing more than a reminder of the meeting for tomorrow. You groaned, rubbing your eyes with one hand before realizing it was the hand you got off with and quickly removing it. What would the student body have to say if they knew their future class president was getting off to a camboy, you wondered. That thought alone made your face grimace into a snarl.

You set your alarms for the morning and plugged your phone in before turning the bedside lamp off and snuggling into bed with your stuffed animal. Your brain created thoughts of the camboy and what he looked like. You’ve only seen his beautiful blue eyes and plump lips, amongst other explicit body parts. You could feel the blush creep onto your face as you slowly fell asleep, wondering what his hands would feel like in replacement of your own instead.

The morning of the school meeting came sooner than you would have liked. It was prior to all of your classes, which eased the anxiety that you would’ve had if it had been at the end of the day.

Getting out of bed, you decided to look somewhat professional today. Instead of the usual tee-shirt and sweatpants combo, you went for something more work casual: a pair of black bellbottom slacks and a white button up with your favorite light wash jean jacket. You topped the outfit off with your signature white converse and headed out the door, leaving early to get breakfast from the school cafeteria.

It was a nice day outside. The sun was shining enough to warm you while the cool wind was blowing. You smiled to yourself, putting in some headphones while you walked to the student center where the cafeteria was located. Your head nodded to the beat of the songs on your playlist. while lost in the music, you realized one thing: you left your bag at the dorm. All the blood rushed from your face and turned you pale. Part of you wanted to run back and get it, while the other part of you knew that you’d be late for the school council meeting. You groaned to yourself, rubbing your eyes and carrying on with your walk. You decided it was best to be late for your first class rather than the meeting. In the process, you also realized that meant you didn’t have your wallet either. Skipping breakfast was the only option now.

As you arrived at the student center, you headed straight to the library where the meeting was going to be held. You were about twenty minutes early due to not getting breakfast, which was fine with you. You went inside and decided to peer around the bookshelves to see if there was anything interesting.

While looking through the books in the medical sciences section, one in particular caught your eye. You lifted it off of the shelf and examined the cover that read ‘Anatomy of the Human Body for Dummies. The title made you have to stifle a laugh. You’d hoped to yourself that anyone who was reading this wasn’t a pre-med major. You took your headphones out of your ears and put them back into their case before placing it into your jacket pocket.

As you looked through the contents of the book, a familiar voice brought you back to reality. It sounded very similar to someone you knew, but who? Your eyes left the pages to meet with the eyes of the one and only, Satoru Gojo. You did your best to not immediately roll your eyes after making contact with his, closing the book you had and holding it against your chest. “Can I help you?” You quizzed, attitude seeping through your words as a faux smile placed itself on your lips. It made him chuckle as he leaned himself against the bookshelf with his arms crossed. Anyone could tell that he was an arrogant prick by the way he carried himself. You couldn’t understand why so many teachers and students alike were enamored with him.

“I said, hi Y/N. Is it so wrong of me to greet one of my fellow classmates?” The rhetorical question made you want to roll your eyes again, but you didn’t. You knew it would only instigate him further. Satoru’s eyes moved from yours to the book in your hands. “Anatomy of the human body… for dummies? That’s a perfect book for the likes of you.”

Your eyes widened and you shoved the book back onto the shelf with a scoff. You didn’t have the time to deal with his snarky attitude at eight-thirty in the morning. As you walked away, you felt a hand grab at your arm. You quickly pulled it away and turned to face him, only to reveal that the gap between you both had closed in. You could feel Satoru’s breath on your face, and the scent of his light cologne was in the air. It was nearly repulsive. “Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it, sweetheart. You know I was jo-”

“Don’t call me that.” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. His cocky smile turned to that of a feigned frown, a finger lifting to just below his eye being dragged down to simulate a tear falling. It took everything in you to not smack the look right off of his face. “What do you want anyways? Shouldn’t you be at volleyball practice or tutoring some girl who’s fawning over you?” You questioned in a sarcastic tone, turning towards the bookshelf to avoid looking at him any longer. Your fingers scanned over the bindings of the books; the indentions of the letters being grazed by your hand. “Or better yet,” You began with the same sarcasm exuding from each word. “Don’t you have some teachers to kiss ass to?” Your eyes lifted from the bookshelf to meet with his, a hand leaving the books to rest on your hip as you faced him this time. An eyebrow raised in question to further show how irritated you were with his presence. Satoru scoffed, holding a hand over his heart to seem hurt.

“Now why would I do that?” The white-haired man retorted back, seeming slightly annoyed with the rudeness you were giving him. “Y’know, I don’t really understand why you don’t like me.” That statement earned a small chuckle from you as you leaned more into the hand resting on your hip. Satoru crossed his arms, returning to the stance he had against the bookshelf earlier. “I don’t get it, honestly. I’m kind, athletic, intelligent… what is there not to like, Y/N?” He probed, using his fingers to count off each adjective as he spoke.

Satoru was somewhat right. He was a star student and the talk of the college. His grades were as perfect as they could be. He was extremely talented when it came to volleyball and helped his team win almost every game. Not to mention, Satoru was the opposite of unattractive, leaving half of the female population at school that knew of him to be head over heels. There wasn’t much to not like about him. Except one little thing.

“Your attitude.” You answered, honestly at that. It was nearly immediate. Satoru raised an eyebrow at your statement. You took a deep breath and then sighed. “Everything about you seems real, but it isn’t. You think you’re the king of the world and you’re not. I could go into detail and would love to express the multitude of ways I think you’re a phony, but I won’t waste my breath. Just know that you’re not who you make yourself out to be, and that’s what makes you so unlikeable.” A genuine look of confusion and concern was plastered across his face as you spoke. You shook your head and turned to leave the star student and the stressful conversation behind.

You checked your phone as you walked away and went to go sit at the table the email told you to meet at. With five minutes left, you decided to spend it looking through your Instagram feed. The door to the library opens and a few people in your year come in. You greet them with a smile and a little wave. “Hey!” You say to your classmate, Iori, who then sits next to you. She returns the smile as the rest gather around the table inside of the library. “You ready for the meeting?” You asked her. Your anxiety for the meeting about to happen continued to rise, but her presence alone begins to stifle it.

“Yeah, and no. I just really wanna get it over with so I can go to class and see Professor Shoko!” Iori leans toward you while dragging out the professor’s name. You rolled your eyes and giggled a bit before looking around. Your eyes landed on Satoru who was standing close to the table, yet again leaned up against a bookshelf as if it was his signature position. This time, however, he was reading a book off of the shelf next to him. As if he was reading your mind, his eyes slowly lifted from the pages to meet yours. A smirk danced across his lips as he made contact with your eyes, making you turn back to Iori who was now talking about what she had for breakfast.

Mr. Higuruma, the head instructor for the student council, came through the door of the library. A sigh of relief left your lungs as you could finally get Satoru Gojo out of your head by concentrating on the meeting.

The meeting went on as usual, until a familiar and annoying voice decided to speak up. “Uhm, sir. I thought I’d mention that I’m also here because I wanted to run for class president. I wasn’t able to attend the last meeting, unfortunately, so I hope that I can still apply.”

All the blood that was in your face had left at this point. You couldn’t believe it— actually, you could. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. Satoru would have the nerve to come in and ruin everything you’d planned for. The voice of Mr. Higuruma brought you back down from the thoughts clouded in your head as you listened to what he had to say. “That is unfortunate, but considering today is the deadline you still have time to be put on the ballot. Lucky you.” Mr. Higuruma let out a slight chuckle as he wrote some things down on the clipboard in his hand.

Your stomach churned at the idea of having to run against someone that nearly the entire school and staff was head over heels for. You knew you had no chance and would have to pull strings if you even wanted to try your luck at becoming president of the graduating class after this. All of these thoughts were racing through your head at once and you started to feel light-headed, although it could be because of the lack of sustenance in your stomach as well.

“Splendid. Thank you, Mr. Higuruma.” Satoru responded happily.

But… that word. Splendid. Your mind couldn’t understand why that single word in his voice sounded so familiar, as if you’d heard it over and over again.

Until it hit you.

The flashbacks from every time you’d watched ch0sen0ne’s cam. Every single time he logged off, he would say ‘have a splendid night’. You wondered why Satoru’s voice in your ear earlier sounded all-too familiar and it hit you. But could he be…? No, he couldn’t be the same person. You rejected the idea completely and pushed it in the back of your head to be locked away.

Before you knew it, Iori nudging your ribs brought you back to reality. You came to the realization that you’d been staring at Satoru this entire time, who was returning the stare with a grin on his face. You shook your head, moving a strand of hair behind your ear before focusing back on the conversation at hand. “So, Mr. Gojo, what is your goal as president?” Mr. Higuruma asked with a plain yet curious tone of voice.

“Before I, hopefully, become president, I want to raise funds for a senior activity of some kind. I think it would be nice to get all of my senior peers together for one last outing before finals, y’know? I know that it would definitely help relieve the stress off of some of the students, me included.” Satoru answered with a smile, glancing at you ever so often. It made you want to puke. Satoru continued to go on about his goals, but your mind was doing its best to completely dissociate from the meeting at hand.

After zoning out for most of the meeting, trying to retain some of your sanity, you finally managed to get through it. “See ya later, Y/N! Try not to worry too much. You’re going to be a great prez.” Iori reassured with a smile, waving you off. You smiled back halfheartedly and headed to your first class of the day with a pain in your head and a pain in your ass.

You finally made it back to your dorm and immediately flopped onto your bed, face down into the pillow. A pillow-muffled groan left your mouth as you recalled the events of today. You really couldn’t believe the audacity of Satoru Gojo, and you really couldn’t get his voice out of your head. No, not his voice: the camboy, ch0sen0ne’s voice. You rolled over onto your back, chucking your shoes onto the floor by pulling them at the heel. A ding from your phone distracted you, with that set tone being the indicator it was from your favorite camboy. You didn’t even want to think about him. He was the one thing that brought you some sort of happiness and relaxation on your worst days, and it was ruined by the one and only Satoru. You grimaced before picking up your phone and reading the notification.

ch0sen0ne: “Hello, my lovely watchers. I will be holding an auction to raise funds for something very dear to me. The prize? A private cam session with me, orgasm included. Tune in tomorrow night to join in on the bidding, or to simply watch me come undone. Have a splendid night.”

You groaned in annoyance and let out a deep breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in. Everything that was happening is all too coincidental for Satoru to not be the camboy. but there’s no way, right?

You shook your head and slid your lock screen to the side, checking the numbers in your bank account before deciding that you’re going to win that auction once and for all. There was no peace in your mind until you could confirm whether or not Satoru was behind the mask that you’d gotten off to countless times.

“Hello, my lovely watchers. It’s so good to be back.” The camboy’s voice rang through the speakers of your headphones as you watched him contently. He had a mask on as usual, and his shirt was nowhere to be seen. You admired his smile, amongst other things, as you listened to what he had to say. “Now, before we start, I wanted to lay out some rules. You can bid in $10 increments at minimum. The second rule is that to buy out all the bidders, you must autobuy. That means you will be paying $1500 to win the private cam session with me. Got it?” His signature smirk was plastered on his face, and you couldn’t help but notice how uncannily similar it was to Satoru’s grin. The soft smile resting on your lips slowly faded at the thought. “Let’s begin!”

It took twenty-five turns of bidding while the camboy did suggestive things before you placed the bet of $500. You thought no one would outbid you, after the last bid being $250. You bit your nails anxiously, watching the screen intently. “Wow! $500 from…” The camboy leaned in with a squint, reading out your username. “Ch0sen0nesGF? That’s adorable.” He smiled contently, showing all of his beautiful pearly whites. Your heart raced as he said your screen name out loud. You never thought he’d notice you, and although it was because of your bid, you still felt a rush of suspense and excitement run through you.

Eleven bids later and the current bid sitting at $820, you finally decide to say fuck it. “God damn it. My bank account is gonna start crying.” You say after placing your final bid with an exhale, closing your eyes and leaning your head into your hands. It was the autobuy. You knew you shouldn’t have, but your need for knowing whether or not your favorite camboy was Satoru led you to this unfortunate financial decision. It was a win/win in your head. On one hand, if he is in fact Satoru Gojo, you’re right and can potentially use it against him during class elections. If it’s not, you get a private session with the one and only camboy of your dreams. It wasn’t the most financially stable decision, but you had to do what you felt obligated to do. The camboy raised a brow in the middle of gripping his semi-hard cock, almost giving you the impression that he was getting off to people bidding money on him. His eyes focused on the screen before widening and letting out a breathy laugh.

“An autobuy from none other than Ch0sen0nesGF! Wow, thank you so much. I-I honestly can’t believe it!” The video star’s voice was full of genuine surprise. “I guess there you have it. I’ll send you an invite request shortly. As for everyone else, I’ll be doing another livestream later this week to take donations. I hope you all enjoyed, and have a splendid night.” With that, he was gone.

Part of you felt relieved that you didn’t have to wait any longer. The other part? You could die on the spot. Your heart was racing and your palms sweaty at the idea of meeting your admired camboy. Although it wasn’t in person, the idea was still extremely anxiety inducing. A fwhip ding from your laptop distracted you from the nerve-wracking thoughts in your mind. It was an invite request from the one and only camboy. Your mouth felt suddenly dry as you slid your fingers across your mousepad to accept. A few seconds later, a video call notification popped up on your screen from him. “Fuck.” You whispered under your breath. “I can do this, I can do it. It’s fine.” You muttered, fixing your hair as if that would make a difference. You answered the call with your video camera still turned off.

The camboy’s face was plastered across your screen, a soft smile playing across his lips. “Hello, sweetheart.” He greeted, leaning back to show off his toned torso. Muffled R&B music played in the background of his video call, seemingly setting the mood. “Now, as I said, you get this video call with me. However, it would make it much more interesting if I also got to see your face, considering I’m showing mine for the first time.” He leaned forward, mask still covering half of his face. His sky-colored eyes were sheltered by long, white lashes, making them look more sultry. “So, how about it?” The camboy quizzed and lifted his fingers to the edge of his mask as if he were to lift it at any moment.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “Okay.” You replied softly, reaching for the mousepad with your index finger and turning on your camera. You stared at him as your face popped up in the corner of the screen, slightly messy hair framing your face. You bit your lip out of anxiety, slightly hoping that this was a dream. The cam boy paused, mouth open slightly as if he was examining your face. His eyes darted around, intently staring at the screen before smiling.

“This does, in fact, make things much more interesting.” His slender fingers delicately hovering over the edges of the mask finally grasped it and pulled it off. Your heart nearly went into cardiac arrest. All of your suspicions were proven at this moment as his face was uncovered.

Satoru sat there with his signature cocky grin, staring at you attentively through the screen. It felt like you were nearly naked with how embarrassment seemed to flood your entire body. “Are you going to say anything, Y/N? Or are you just going to stare at me with your mouth open as if you want something inside of it?” His attitude was repulsive, but you couldn’t help but think back to how many times he’d gotten you off without even touching you. His voice, his eyes, the way he stroked himself… all of those things led to your own orgasm countless times. You clenched your jaw, pushing those thoughts aside for the time being.

“I knew it was you, I just needed to prove it.” Your voice was shaky and your breathing continued to become more unsteady as your anxiety began to rise.

“Okay, so you know it’s me. Now what?” Satoru questioned, raising a brow and seeming unfazed. “You gonna tell the whole school that I’m an exhibitionist? That I take pleasure in knowing people watch me to get off, hmm?” His words were teasing you in their own way, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by his reaction.

“N-no…” All of your confidence went out the window. “I just wanted to prove it to myself.” Your answer was honest to an extent. You did want to use it against him, but now that you could, you somehow came to your senses and realized it would be unjust cruelty. The perfect Satoru Gojo, a camboy. It would be hard for some to believe, but you knew that somehow it would benefit him.

“Well, you paid all of this money. Why don’t we go ahead and get to it?” Satoru’s words brought you back from the thoughts in your own head, cocking his head to the side and letting his hand slowly glide to his lower torso. You stared keenly before looking back up at his face which was riddled with arrogance.

“Get.. get to what?” You asked curiously, breath hitching in the back of your throat as you felt yourself become more turned on with each movement of his long fingers on his torso. Although you truly despised him, he was still the camboy you admired dearly.

“You know exactly what I mean. Don’t play stupid, doll. You can still hate Satoru Gojo, but don’t try to deny that I get you off better than anyone else could without even laying a finger on you.” That statement from him earned a breathy and near-silent moan. You weren't even touching yourself and he’d already gotten you to the point of wanting to do explicit things to yourself while listening to his voice. “See? Now that’s a good girl.” Satoru praised you for the noise you made, his voice dripping with confidence.

“I-I can’t. You're… I-” The words you tried to muster up seemed to get stuck in the back of your throat with every sentence you tried to speak.

“And why not? You mean to tell me that you paid all of that money and are gonna let it go to waste, princess?” The nickname made you clench your jaw out of frustration, but not the bad kind. “You know you want to…” Your eyes watched his hands grip around his clothed cock, getting harder with every word. You stared at the spot on his grey sweatpants that began to get soaked with his precum. “Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

Not even divine intervention could’ve stopped you at this point. You placed your laptop towards the end of the bed and sat on your knees, unbuttoning your shirt that you’d worn to school earlier that day. You looked into the camera, heart racing and breath spiking with every button that was undone. Your fingertips lingered on the last button before pulling off your shirt to reveal your pretty white lace bra. Satoru bit his lip, his hand gripping his dick with more force. He moved up and down the clothed shaft slowly as if he was teasing himself. You could hear him stifle a moan as he watched you undress yourself.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m surprised you don’t show yourself off on camera like I do.” That comment earned a small, genuine chuckle as you were finally down to your bra and panties. Satoru slid his grey sweatpants off to reveal a tented bulge in his boxers. His hands stroked the member at a slow and steady pace, as if he went any faster that he’d combust. You let out a soft groan at the sight, feeling yourself become wetter by the second. “Lay down on your back. I want to see all of you.” Satoru ordered in a demanding yet needy tone of voice, becoming more flustered as the time passed along.

You listened to his words as if they were controlling you, positioning yourself on your back to where he could see everything from the side. Your eyes closed briefly before the nerves got to you. “Satoru, I-” You started before he quickly cut you off.

“I don’t want you to speak unless spoken to. The only things that should be coming out of your mouth besides moans are ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’, and ‘thank you, sir’. Understood?” His words made you moan as your fingers lingered over your bra-covered breasts, touching yourself so lightly that it made you want more. You nodded, biting your lip and daring to look at the screen. Satoru was positioned to where you could see from his thighs to the top of his head. You took in the way his face stared intently at you with a lasting expression of lust. His toned torso moved in sync with his rapidly increasing breaths and his hands were teasing the tip of his cock through his tight boxers. Satoru raised a brow, expecting you to answer.

”Yes, sir.” You replied, nearly breathless from the teasing that felt like edging. You couldn’t believe the state you were in with not having done anything yet. This reply garnered a genuine and lecherous smile.

“That’s my girl. Now, take off your bra.” Your hands didn’t hesitate to reach around and unclasp the device, taking off the undergarment in one swift motion. You awaited his next command as the cool air from your room made your nipples perk up. Satoru licked his lips. His movements on his girthy member becoming more steady with each stroke. “I want you to touch your nipples, softly. Pinch them, tease them. Show me how you touch yourself when you watch me.”

You did your best to push the embarrassment of knowing that Satoru knew you had gotten off to him countless times. The tips of your fingers came up and flicked at your nipples, head leaning back into the bedsheets as you let out a soft gasp. You pinched them in between your fingertips, teasing them while replaying thoughts of him stroking his cock. “Satoru…” You let out in a breathless moan. It was a plead for more, and you knew he wasn’t going to give it to you just yet.

You other hand came up and gripped your neglected breast, squeezing it softly as you closed your eyes. Your pussy tingled with anticipation and your hips bucked up slightly at the feeling. You wanted more. You needed more. Your eyes fluttered opened and you turned your head to glance at him. Satoru was staring at you with lascivious eyes, almost as if they were imploring for more.

You slid your hands down, not caring that he only said to touch your nipples. Your thumbs grazed on the inside of your panties, glancing down at them for a moment before returning your eyes to him. Satoru’s teeth tugging on his bottom lip was confirmation enough, leading you to pull your underwear completely off. He followed suit, revealing his cock that was hidden behind his boxers. You’d seen it many times, but this one was different. It felt much more intimate knowing he, too, was watching you. His hands gripped the thick member, stroking it at a steady pace as he watched you unravel yourself for him.

“Fuck, I fucking need you.” Satoru’s vulgar words were enough for you to bring one hand to your breast and slide the other down to your pussy in hopes of relieving some tension. “That’s a good fucking girl. Keep going.” He ordered as moans began to leave your mouth over and over, eyes fluttering back and forth. You imagined that instead of your fingers, it was Satoru’s stroking your sensitive and swollen clit. You wished it was him teasing at your nipples with his tongue instead of your own hands. The thought alone pushed you closer to the edge.

“S-Satoru!” You breathlessly gasped, curling your fingers inside of yourself and watching him continue to speed up the movements on his cock. His hands were tightly curled around his member, stroking at a fast pace while watching you touch yourself. The moans leaving his mouth were heavenly, almost symphonic. Thoughts of what they’d sound like if he was inside of you flooded your mind, making you quicken the pace of your fingers.

“Keep going. F-fuck yourself faster. That’s my good fucking girl. Such a good toy for me.” Satoru‘a praise rang out through the speakers of your laptop, words coated in lust and longing. You obliged to his demands with a ‘yes, sir’, doing what he ordered as if you’d done it a million times.

You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Your hips bucked over and over as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, watching him pant and continue to stroke himself. “Gonna cum for me?” Satoru asked in between melodious moans. You nodded intensely, unable to muster out any words while squeezing your eyes shut as your felt your orgasm bubbling. “Beg.” He ordered harshly, mouth opening as sweat rippled across his forehead.

“Please, Satoru! Please, sir!” You begged, curling your toes and bucking your hips vigorously. You turned your head and dared to open your eyes and watch him. “Please let me cum for you. Please, Satoru. I need to cum for you.” You pleaded as your release was closer than you could imagine. Satoru moaned deeply, speeding up his movements to match yours.

“Cum for me. Cum, you stupid fucking slut.” With his words, you felt your orgasm wash over and relieve you of any stress you’d built up. Your moans rang through his speakers as you reached your release. Looking over, you watched as he reached his orgasm, squirting his cum all over his toned torso. Satoru’s breathing was rapid and his eyes were closed. He brought a hand up and brushed his white hair out of his face, leaning his head onto the pillow behind him. “Fuck…” he said breathlessly.

“Y-yeah…” You agreed with a stifled chuckle, closing your eyes and leaning further into the mattress. The real world creeped in slowly, persisting you to grab a shirt from the floor and put it on to cover up. Satoru did the same, grabbing his boxers and putting them on to cover himself after cleaning his release from off of his stomach. “So.” You said awkwardly, brushing your now messy hair behind your ear and positioning yourself to sit and face the camera in a criss-cross position.

“So?” Satoru asked curiously, a sweet smile curling on his lips with the singular word. He rolled his eyes and scoffed at your extended silence. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna make this awkward now.” You blushed, looking away and biting your lip out of anxiety.

“No, I just-” You began before shaking your head and looking down. You lifted your head shortly after to face him and begin again. “This never happened, okay?” The look of disappointment replaced his smile and he pursed his lips to the side. Satoru nodded in agreement, mumbling a defeated ‘yeah’ while shaking his head.

“As you wish, princess.” The sarcastic nickname made you genuinely laugh, causing him to sit for a moment and admire you. You took a moment before regaining yourself, admiring him as well. His eyes were so beautiful, something you loved about him before knowing it was actually him. Satoru’s lips were so perfectly designed for his face, as if God himself took the time to make sure he’d have a beautiful smile. You shrugged the thoughts off and decided to call it here.

“Bye, Satoru.” The words were not meant to sound sad, but it came out as if you were slightly heartbroken. You didn’t want the fun to end, but you knew it was for the best. Satoru wasn’t your friend, nor your acquaintance. He was the star student of your college, a semi-famous camboy, and your academic rival. Nothing about this would work. You sighed, content with knowing the answers you sought after in the first place.

“See ya later, Y/N.” Even Satoru’s voice sounded sad, but in the same way as yours of knowing what’s best for each of you.

It had been two weeks since your escapade with Satoru and you’d been avoiding him the entire time. Every time you caught a glimpse of him, whether it be in the cafeteria or the library, you immediately turned around to go the other way. He tried multiple times to give you a small wave but you ignored it, not being able to bear the thought of the things you two did together.

The memories flooded your mind as your physics book was laid out in front of you, notes scattered across the table in the back of the near-empty library. It was 7 pm on a Friday, meaning everyone was either out partying or doing their own thing in their dorms. You, however, had to study immensely for your upcoming midterms. The thought alone made you groan and shove your head in your hands. “Fuckin’ christ. I should just drop out.” You muttered dismissively, not wanting to study any longer.

“That’s not the attitude I’d expect from our future class president.” The words stung your ears as a familiar voice was deluged with them. You lifted your head slowly, eyes settling on Satoru who was watching you ever so intently. Your face flushed with a crimson blush after avoiding him for so long. He lifted his hand and did a small wave that you’d rejected many times before this meeting. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Satoru, I really don’t have time for this.” You stated in an annoyed and exhausted tone, beginning to close your books. He walked over slowly, grabbing at your wrist that was trying to put away the notes. Satoru closed the gap between you, leaning over and getting closer to your face. His blue eyes left yours for a moment to peer at your lips, only to look back up and smirk. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and pulled your wrist away. He released a chortle, sitting close to you on the table where your scattered notes lay.

“C’mon, you don’t wanna talk to me for even a moment?” Satoru questioned with a smile, shaking his head. “And after all we’ve been through…” He tsk-ed, putting a hand over his heart. The blush that had since faded returned, making you turn your head away from him in attempts to hide it. Satoru took the redness of your ears as an invitation and without further hesitation grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “What do you say we do it right here, right now?” A devilish grin was stuck on his face as he leaned in closer to you, almost as if he were to kiss you. Your tongue left your mouth to lick your lips before he moved right past your face and went to your ear. The star student licked along the outskirts of your earlobes before breathily whispering. “I can feel how much you’re aching for me right now, princess. Tell me you want me to take you in this library for everyone to see.” A quiet moan slipped from your mouth as the grip on your chin shifted to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly to arise a reaction from you. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, Y/N?”

That phrase alone made you wriggle in your seat with anticipation, causing his mouth to leave your ear and look at you. His hand left your throat and rested on either side of you, positioned on the chair you were sitting at. Satoru’s eyes darted from your own to your lips, as if questioning if you really wanted to do this. Your breathing was steadily increasing, as was your heart rate. Part of you wanted to say no, to leave immediately. But you were desperate for him. You needed him to devour you like an animal. Before you could say no, your body produced a nod for Satoru.

His hands left the chair and instantaneously connected with your jaw again, closing the space between you and engulfing your lips into a kiss. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, nudging it down as if begging him to put it around your throat. Satoru smiled into the kiss and did as you requested, gripping your neck just enough to cut off the blood flow and send a rush to your head once he let go. The bliss of his tongue entering your mouth and intertwining with your own made you moan against his mouth, scooting closer to the edge of the chair to be more near him. Satoru took this as a sign to further things and lifted your body off of the chair, still locked in the kiss. He swiftly moved you to the table. Pages of your notes fluttered across the floor with the sudden movement. You wrapped your legs around his hips, deeping the kiss by pulling his head closer. The feeling of his hardening cock behind his white joggers against your own sweatpants made a moan escape your vocal chords into his mouth. Satoru pulled away from the kiss and moved the chair you’d previously been sitting in to settle himself on his knees. You raised a brow, confused by his actions. “Satoru?”

A fiendish grin made its way onto his lips as he placed his thumbs through the waistband of your sweatpants and tugged them down along with your underwear. “I don’t want you to speak unless spoken to. The only things that should be coming out of your mouth besides moans are ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’, and ‘thank you, sir’. Understood?” The familiar words made you lose your breath as you remembered the moments from a few weeks ago. You nodded hastily and let him continue. “Atta girl.” Satoru praised before kissing up your thighs, gripping them with a steady pressure on either side. His mouth found its way to your stomach by sliding your shirt up, lifting himself up ever so slightly to reach your nipples. He looked up at you with hungry eyes before immersing one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, sucking on them with no hesitation. His teeth bit them gingerly, continuing to suckle at them as he did so. Satoru moved to the other side and continued to do the same thing before moving on, lips interchanging between peppering kisses down your torso and fellating the skin there.

His movements continued until he was face to face with your pussy. A deep breath exhaling from him caused you to buck your hips, in search of some sort of contact. You bit your lip at the unconscious act of desperation that your body performed. You never expected to be so submissive in the presence of Satoru Gojo, yet here you were in all of your half naked glory. His eyes locked with yours before licking up the sides of your folds, tasting in the sweet juices that had trickled out. You leaned on one arm and used the other one to cover your mouth with your hand. Even though it was highly possible no one else was in the library, you couldn’t imagine getting caught in this position right now.

Satoru continued to explore you with his mouth, licking along everywhere except where you needed him most. “S-Satoru…” You whimpered. “Sir, please. I-” His eyes focused in on you, darkening as you continued to speak in stuttered breaths. “I need you, Satoru.” Those words were like a switch in his brain as he began to devour every piece of you his tongue could reach. You did your best to withhold the sounds of pleasure that dared to escape your mouth as he suckled at your extremely sensitive clit. Satoru’s tongue made its way up and down your folds before settling on your clit, nibbling it ever so slightly. The explicit noises he made ellicited a deep moan from you, causing him to groan into your pussy. Before you knew it, you were being filled by not one, but two, of Satoru’s slender fingers. A loud whine made its way out of your mouth. You gave up leaning on your arm and gave way to laying down fully on the table, squeezing your thighs around Satoru’s warm face. The continuous pressure against your sweet spot combined with the movements of his tongue had you seeing stars.

“Cum.” Satoru commanded out of nowhere, muffled by your wet cunt. You hadn’t realized the feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you before he’d said something. Not responding in a proper enough time frame from him, he got up and leaned over the table, fingers still working at your g-spot. “I said cum, you pathetic whore. Cum for me.” His large hand went over your mouth as he kept bullying your insides with his middle and ring finger. “Look at me.” Satoru demanded. The lecherous look on his face and his continuous movements led you to your orgasm, slick juices covering his hands as he slowed his pace down. Your erratic breathing elicited a smirk from him; the signature, cocky smirk that you’d seen plenty of times before. He removed the hand covering your mouth and replaced it with the fingers that were inside of you, which you gladly and hastily licked clean. “What a good fuckin’ girl. Now say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“Thank you, sir.” You replied breathlessly, still coming down from the high of having an orgasm by his hands.

Satoru leaned in and kissed you, his tongue slowly making its way to ravage your mouth and selfishly steal the taste of your juices from you. Suddenly, he pulled away with a familiar devilish grin. “Now, should I give you what you want, or should I fuck your face like you’re my own personal fleshlight?” The vulgar words made your face hot with embarrasment, but you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted him, in any way you could have him.

“Whichever you want. Anything for you, sir.” Yiu responded in a sultry tone, wanting nothing more than to please him at this moment. Satoru’s lips curved into a smile as he pulled you to the edge of the table, making you sit up.

“Knees. Now.” Those two words sent chills down your spine as you moved to listen to him. You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, giving him an innocent facial expression even though he ate you out like he’d been starving for days. Satoru chuckled, pulling his sweatpants down enough for his cock to bounce out from the restraint of the clothing. “Look at you,” He began with a hand on your jawline, running his thumb across your chin and up to your lips. He pulled your bottom lip down with his fingertips, eliciting you to open your mouth. Satoru’s spare hand was stroking his member at a painfully slow pace, precum dripping onto the floor. You took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and closing your eyes before opening them and making eye contact. “You’re such a pretty fucking toy, Y/N.” He took his thumb out of your mouth and continued to stroke your jawline, eyes never leaving yours. A grin took over his face before he pulled his hand back and landed a slap on your face, just enough to move your head but not enought to hurt you. “Open that slutty mouth of yours, yeah?”

You made an opening with your mouth for him, continuing to stare up into his pretty blue eyes. Satoru used his hand to move his member and hit it against your cheek, making a light slapping noise from the contact. He moved the tip to your lips, rubbing the dripping precum against them before slowly entering his dick inside of your mouth. He let out a deep groan as you continued to take him inside of your mouth, flattening your tongue as to rub it against the underside of his shaft. Satoru’s soft palms grasped at either side of your face, fingers tangling in the hair that he could reach. He started off slow, pulling his cock out to the tip and moving back in, doing the same again but only taking half out this time. You mustered up the confidence you could to not gag and pull off of him. Suddenly, he began to fuck your face fiercely. Satoru shoved all the way into your mouth with each thrust at a steady, quick pace. He was desperate to feel you around him, gripping your hair harder with each thrust and letting moans go with each time you’d gag or whimper around him. “S’fuckin good.” He praised while moving a hand to clench your hair into a ponytail. he used his free hand to lean on the table behind him while he thrusted into your mouth. The sounds coming from his mouth could’ve made the heaven’s cry by how lovely they were. You closed your eyes, focusing on breathing through your nose and whimpering with every harsher thrust Satoru delivered. The feeling of his cock riding in and out of your mouth so recklessly made you wish it was inside of you instead.

All too soon, he pulled his cock out of your mouth and grabbed you by your arms to place you on the table. “Need you.” Satoru stated frantically, kissing you feverishly in between sentences. His hand made its way to your folds, entering two fingers in suddenly and curling to hit your sensitive spot a few times before pulling them out almost as quickly as they were inside. He grabbed his long and girthy cock, positioning it in front of your pussy and sliding it along the slit. A breathy ‘fuck’ escaped his lips before he shoved it in without warning. You leaned on one arm, your free hand covering your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping as he pounded into you at full speed. You could tell he needed this just as much as you did.

Satoru thrusted into you over and over again, continuing to defile your insides with his cock. You bucked your hips in sync with him as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you onto him more with each thrust. You felt like you were drunk or high, as if you were in a haze. Your thoughts were incoherent as he started plowing in and out of your cunt, merciless by accident with how roughly he moved— not that you were complaining. Quite the opposite with how hard it was to keep quiet inside of this empty public library. Sounds of desperate moans and skin on skin filled the room. Satoru seemed determined to make you cream around his cock in a way that would make you completely forget everything but the image of him on top of you on this table. A deep moan slipped from your lips, making you arch your back as he hit the sweet spot inside of you. “Be quiet.” Satoru grunted, moving your hand from your mouth and letting it fall onto the table to support you. He replaced your own hand by shoving two fingers in your mouth. You happily obliged to this filling, sucking on his fingers and whimpering around them as he relentlessly thrusted.

Between incoherent pleads for more around his fingers and breathless moans, you felt your orgasm drawing closer with each time he entered you. A bubbly feeling was growing by the second, and your expressions of pleasure soon heightened in pitch. “S-sir… ‘m close!” The broken words escaped your mouth as soon as he removed his fingers from your mouth to return to your hips in hopes of somehow bringing himself deeper into you, although being already down to the hilt of his shaft. “That’s it, cum all over my cock.” Satoru’s fingers immediately went for your clit, fingertips circling the swollen and sensitive bud to send you over the edge.

Between the clenching of your walls closing around him from your high releasing and the thrusts continuing at full force, his orgasm followed suit. His beautiful, low moans filled your ears as he emptied his load inside of you, the thick liquid slowly coming out your hole and spilling onto the table as he continued to thrust slowly while he hit his high. Satoru stopped moving his hips eventually, leaning his chin to rest on your shoulder. You both were a panting mess and the library was extremely dark. He pulled out with a wince at how sensitive he was before pulling up his boxers and sweatpants. He helped you off the table, legs still shaking from the exchange. Yiu leaned into him, pulling your own sweatpants up and tightening them around your waist. You looked up into his eyes. They were nearly sparkling and still full of lust, but nevertheless beautiful. “Let me walk you to the dorms.” Satoru said, more of a statement than a question. You inhaled deeply and nodded, not having the energy to tell him you could go alone.

Satoru helped you pack your things into your bag before you both left the library, eyeing the one old lady sitting at the desk who seemed to be oblivious to everything happening around her. She had an old headset on and looked to be reading a very thick book. You both shook your head simultaneously, stifling laughs while heading out the front door towards the dorms.

After a few minutes walking in silence, you decided to speak up. “Y’know this doesn’t change anything, right?” You quizzed, looking straight ahead to avoid looking at his face. Satoru’s familiar chuckle flooded your ears as he nodded.

“I figured. You're very stubborn when it comes to me for some reason.” He joked, playfully pushing you to the side. You laughed in response and returned to your original position on the sidewalk next to him. “However,” He began, making your ears perk up. You looked over at Satoru who had a devilish grin. “You don’t always have to watch me on camera. You could join me, too…”

[magmethius]

going to be taking a little break from constantly drawing. maybe 2 weeks or so. just a little tired after emps week and i want to bunker down and get some writing stuff finished for once

moss's oc creation date is oct 10 (amusingly enough, 4 days after my actual birthday hah) so i've been working on a sappy indulgent 20th ceremorphosis anniversary/rebirthday smut thing for that lmao. i'm not going to post it online because it's embarrassing but! if you wanna read it my ask box is always open :weak squid noises:

anyway have a bunch of squid wips until then :'3 below the cut

this was meant to be my sea/ocean piece for emps week but i ran out of time weh now i'm going to be even more foolish with time and individually paint hundreds of flowers for him lmao (no Moss in the final product)

ocean blanket piece i really want to finish one day because i sure do love painting water but i think i need more practice first

another solo emps thing. comforting night breezes. some day

danceys... :') i love dressing these two up but the anatomy is donked up bad here so i'll probably just start over lmao ugh

moss lilypad bath... i lov water...

anyway if u made it down here hiii. here's a preview of the birthday thing :') ok have a good day byeee