#but i dont back down from a challenge ok

[pokytoad]

Im gonna publish fanfic with our favorite miserable sopping wet boy drunk on the floor and literally no one can stop me

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Rooster At 5, Bradley At Night

Bradley Bradshaw x Penny’s niece!reader 10k words (.....yes. 10k. i know)

summary: You've been hooking up with Bradley for three weeks now. You're also hooking up with him tonight.

a/n: this is pure smut. honestly pure smut. 18+ i will now list all the things that you have to look out for. first and foremost i have NEVER written smut before dont kill me pls im trying my best. ok so

name kink, rank kink, choking, unprotected sex (dont be like them, just know theyve had the conversation nothing bad will happen), oral sex!fem receiving, dom bradley, some "good girl" because i am a sucker for that, in general a lot of talking because bradley is A TALKER!!!!!!, a little strength kink? is that a thing? and a shit ton of begging

this can be read as a stand-alone most definitely, but is set in the same universe as "Tuesday Night" and “Not A Coincidence” and "Take Me On A Joyride" so maybe give those a read too?

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You were behind the bar this evening, a rag in your hands as you wiped down the sticky wooden top for the bazillionth time and hummed along to the music coming from the jukebox. You were behind the bar most evenings, pouring beer and rum and whiskey and mixing cocktails (occasionally taking some sips of your own), smiling and laughing and flirting with customers left and right.

For the past few months now, the most regular of those costumers had been the Dagger squad.

They'd shown up here one random evening and hadn't left since. And it didn't seem like any of them would any time soon.

Not that you wanted them to, oh no. You had grown so close in so little time that it was scary at this point.

"Settle a bet for us, Junior."

Jake slid up to the bar as if it was second nature, putting an empty bottle of beer in front of him and resting one elbow next to it. You looked up at him and smiled, threw your rag over your shoulder and grabbed the bottle, condensation dripping down onto your fingertips. Rooster came up right behind him and your smile deepened even further.

"Hit me, Bagman", you challenged, set two full bottles on the bar top and then rested your forearms against the edge.

Jake grinned at you as he raised his beer in a toast.

"If you had to get with one of us tonight, who'd you get with?"

You didn't even flinch.

"Bradshaw", you said, quick like a shot, and watched Jake's face fall like he'd expected a different answer with just a tiny bit of amusement. You glanced at Rooster, who had already been looking at you, and whose only reaction to the fact that you were literally talking about sleeping with him was a small quirk of his lips.

"Bradshaw? Are you kidding? You- I'll give you a second to think about it, Junior. Don't you wanna think about it for a second?", Jake asked, regaining his facade, letting a tinge of his accent slip as he leaned in and winked at you. "You know, actually think about it. Imagine it. Picture it. Visualise it."

You decided to give him the satisfaction. So you pushed back from the bar top, crossed your arms, raised your eyebrows and eyed the two of them up and down - just because you could, just for the fun of it. Jake was in his usual jeans and shirt, leaning in with a self-assured grin and his hand wrapped around his beer bottle. Bradley was wearing one of those Hawaiian shirts that fit snugly on his bicep, his sunglasses tucked into the collar of the white top underneath, hair on the practically perfect side of unruly and his eyes fixed on yours so intensely that you had to bite down on your tongue for a moment there.

You counted to five.

"Bradshaw", you said again, dropped your arms and grabbed the rag from your shoulder. Jake's lips parted and a betrayed sort of gasp left his mouth before he started complaining - you shook your head and stepped over to the next customer and only allowed yourself to grin when you'd turned away, out of his sight.

You wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

You still didn't know whether to be surprised at this "bet" the both of them had made. You were pretty sure anyway that Jake had been the driving force in that. You knew the two of them well enough by now to not only be aware of their.... you could only call it a rivalry, really, but also of Jake's weird, warped sense of mischief. Maybe he had some narcissism problem or maybe some old trauma response. Who cared? Not you. It made for entertainment every night you were behind the bar. And also every night you were in front of the bar, drinking and dancing with the squad. You loved him, you really did. But definitely not enough to not put a stop to his ego whenever you could.

And if that way was by flaunting how very platonically you felt about him (because he was a self-named womanizer and couldn't understand how anyone could possibly not be attracted to him), you would.

...

It was 2am when Penny told you to pack your things and go. Most of the bar was empty already, except for three or four small groups of people, but those she could manage alone. Usually, maybe, you'd have declined, but tonight....

Well.

Jake had found someone to hook up with after his earlier disappointment and the rest of the squad had left at some point during the last hour too - the rest of the squad except for a particular pornstache guy.

Rooster had said goodbye to Fanboy and Payback ten minutes ago, had assured them he didn't need a ride home, he'd order another drink and then take an uber, had sat down on a bar stool, nursed his beer and watched you clean up and then pack your things. You'd sneaked glances at him now and then, so you knew that he'd watched you.

When you stepped out from behind the bar, he sat up and followed you out of the Hard Deck wordlessly. Armed with a purse, fumbling for your car keys, fighting down the smile on your lips and the bubbling anticipation in your stomach, you took a second outside to close your eyes and breathe in the mild evening air.

Then two arms sneaked around your waist. You let out a sigh as warm breath hit your neck.

"So you'd rather get with me than Bagman, hm, Junior?"

You chuckled, pushing back a little, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax for the first time tonight.

"I think you know very well that I'd rather get with you than Bagman, Rooster", you muttered, running your hands up his, up his arms, up naked skin until you could slide your fingertips underneath his shirt, up his shoulders... "I'd rather get with you than anyone."

He pressed a kiss right below your earlobe, bit down softly on the same patch of skin, soothed it again with a kiss.

"Oh, I know", he laughed quietly into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You settled even further into his arms. "I'd rather get with you than Bagman, too."

You had to laugh as well - the image of Hangman and Rooster was truly funny. But it was difficult to keep laughing when Bradley pressed more and more kisses to your neck, trailing a line of them down to the hemline of your shirt, nuzzling his nose in there when he couldn't go further. You tilted your head back a little to rest it against his shoulder, a pleasant flush rising up within - a comfortable warmth, the knowledge that you were safe, secure, protected. The way he always made you feel.

"Just to be clear - I do get to get with you tonight, right?", you asked, a grin on your lips because you knew the answer very, very well. Rooster chuckled into your ear and let out a hum.

"What do you think?", he muttered, one last, open-mouthed kiss pressed against your skin before he pulled away, pulled at your hand to twirl you around, pulled a squeal from your lips, one that conjured a smile on his face every time. "Take me home?"

...

The ride home was silent except for the radio in the background, but you were pretty much tuning that out. The steering wheel was sturdy in your hands, the night lights bright and blinding and your concentration on the streets and the car was waning ever so slowly, ever so steadily because Rooster's hand was slowly, steadily inching up your thigh. He'd put it innocently just above your knee when you'd strapped yourself in, his thumb sweeping in circles over the fabric of your jeans, but by now he'd brushed so far up that you were finding it hard to direct your thoughts back to driving.

Luckily, the drive back home only took ten minutes.

You weren't sure you'd have survived even a second more. He squeezed your thigh one last time as you turned the ignition off, then unbuckled his seat belt, opened his door and got out and you were left alone in pure silence for exactly two seconds. You took a deep breath in and out. One day, and you knew that, Bradley would be the death of you. He could get you all riled up with so very little that you felt like you were going mad sometimes. In a very good way, of course.

And just as you were lamenting on the bubbling anticipation in your stomach, on the images your brain conjured whenever you were close to him, whenever you were touching him, whenever-

"Madam", Rooster smiled, leaning one arm on the opened car door and reaching the other hand out for you to take. "Would you do me the honours?"

You could only shake your head and grin at him, giddiness making you squirm in your seat as you pulled your hands away from the steering wheel and put one of them in his.

"I could never deny you any of your wishes, kind sir", you said, allowing him to pull you out of the car and into his arms instead. He hugged you close, tilted his head down to nuzzle your nose with his - you had to put your head back to be able to look into his eyes when you stood this close in front of him, nevermind kissing him.

"Really?", he smiled, his fingertips dancing along your side, hooking into your belt loops, pulling your hips flush to his. You grabbed at his biceps to steady yourself. Or maybe just because you could. "Any of my wishes?"

You let out a sort of agreeable hum and grinned up at him.

"Whatever you want", you nodded.

It was the truth, simple and just. You'd do anything. You'd let him do anything. You trusted him like you'd never trusted anyone before and up until now, you'd only ever been rewarded for putting that kind of trust in him. Something about this felt right. Something about him felt right.

"What if I wanted to spend the rest of the night between your legs?", he muttered, eyes flicking down to your lips as your breath hitched.

"Well", you whispered, because whispering was the only thing you still knew how to do. "As I said, I won't deny you anything."

His eyes met yours and his lip quirked up and then, before you could do anything more, he'd dropped down, wrapped an arm around your legs and hauled you up. You let out a gasp and crossed your arms behind his neck in reflex, a soft, shocked "Rooster!" falling from your lips. Bradley only chuckled, closed the car door with his hip and started carrying you to your front door with seemingly no problem whatsoever.

Gods. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he really was.

But then, in moments like these, he picked you up and threw you onto your bed or pushed you up against a wall and you remembered. And you felt that sting in your stomach that had you press your legs together every time.

Now you didn't even have to remember. Now you were dangling safely from his arms, your hands linked behind his neck, your fingertips buried in his hair, your eyes wide as you watched him, as you tried to steady your irregular breathing because shit, this was happening. This was happening like it had been happening for over three weeks now.

He sat you down carefully in front of the door, but you were in such a trance that you needed to take a moment (or two or three) to stare at him, at this man, this fairytale prince, this god. Your man, your fairytale prince, your god.

"You need to unlock the door, honey", he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and turning you so you were facing the door, his chest pressed to your back, his breath fanning the exposed skin of your neck and right, right, right, the door! The door. The lock. The key. The key in your purse! That key. The key for your door. Right. Key, key, key.... Where the hell was that goddamn key? You were sure it was somewhere there in your purse. You'd put it in there like you always put it in there. Key, Key, Rooster, Rooster's arms around you, Rooster's hands brushing over your skin, Rooster's breath on your ear, Rooster between your legs, Rooster- Key! Key, key, key---

There.

At the very bottom of your purse, finally! There it was. You pulled it out with an almost triumphant sound, unlocked your door to Rooster's soft laughter behind you and stumbled into the dark hallway in a half-intoxicated way that shouldn't have been possible because you hadn't drunk anything tonight.

You threw your purse to the side and switched on the light and turned to Rooster just in time for him to have closed the door behind him and reached for you, his hands on your hips - so big, splayed so wide, his fingers so long - crowding you against the wall, his breath fanning over your mouth and then, finally, his lips on yours.

For the first time today, you were kissing him. He was so wide, so tall, so huge, everywhere all around you, his arms, his hands, his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his chin and his cheeks and his lips and his hair. Your hands sunk into that hair, tugging at the roots and grabbing his head as though your life depended on it, depended on keeping him safely, steadily right on front of you, right here, pushing you against the wall and leaving you practically no room to breathe, to touch, to feel anything other than him.

You wanted him.

With every fibre of your body, your soul, every particle, every cell, you wanted him. You wanted him everywhere all at once and you wanted him now.

So you bit down on his lip and allowed his tongue in and brushed your hands down his shoulders, down his chest to pull off that god-awful Hawaiian shirt that you admittedly found very attractive, but that was so incredibly, annoyingly in the way right now. You tugged it off his chest and down his arms and didn't care when it fell to the floor - that was where it should be, that was where it belonged.

You reached for the top then, for his waist to brush your fingertips below its hem, pushed it up, up, up until you could feel bare skin, washboard abs against your palms. That satisfied you for a moment - for a moment of running your fingers along the sharp edges of his stomach, for a moment of feeling his body heat, for a moment of being closer.

Luckily, Rooster had always been quite in-tune with you. He noticed the very second that your satisfaction turned to impatience, that your roaming, wandering hands weren't exploring, weren't enjoying anymore but were searching, longing for more - for more skin to touch, more, more, more.

He pulled away from your lips to get rid of his top, leaving you a panting, wide-eyed mess and by god, he'd only just gotten started. He hadn't even touched you. How were you already so wound up?

You blamed the fact that you'd had to stare at him from a distance for the past five days (you'd had late night shifts, he'd had early training days) and decided not to think about it further.

Especially not as his top joined his shirt on the floor, as he looked up at you with red smudged on his chin, kiss-swollen lips and unruly hair. His chest was heaving, his breath coming shorter than usual and his pupils had grown so dark you had to swallow hard.

Without thinking, you reached out and tried to wipe your lipstick off his skin.

That made him grin a little.

"Rooster?", you muttered, looking him right in the eyes. He let out a hum as he stared, a bit lost in thought it seemed and still quite shamelessly, only further at your lips. "Either take me to the bedroom or take a step back so I can get on my knees."

He let out a chuckle then and met your eyes, digging his fingers through your belt loops and pulling you a few inches away from the wall.

"I think you may have forgot something, honey", he said. "What about that wish I made?"

You let out a shuddering breath as you tried not to let your imagination run wild.

Rooster only grinned, and it seemed that your expression showed him just how much you didn't mind his wish at all, because he reached around you, grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, so effortlessly that it made you blush a little. You didn't even have to hold onto him, only had to wrap your legs loosely around his hips as he carried you through the hallway and into the bedroom.

That allowed you to focus all of your attention on pressing your lips to his skin.

He was warm. So warm. You trailed your lips all over his jaw, his throat, his shoulders, his bicep, and then, when you couldn't go any further down, Rooster had already found the light switch in your room and was dropping you onto your bed, pulling a surprised gasp from you.

The mattress was soft and bouncy as you landed on it, heat in your cheeks and your throat tightening at the sight in front of you - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw standing at the foot of of your bed, half-naked, sweaty, breathing heavy and looking down at you like he was a predator and you were his prey, like he wanted to devour you whole.

Which he did.

You raised yourself up onto your elbows at the same time that he advanced - pounding on you, almost, with a grin on his lips that set ablaze the slumbering flame in your abdomen. You didn't know which one of you got rid of your shirt, only that a few seconds later his lips were on yours, his hands reaching for your bra clasp and your shirt discarded somewhere on your floor.

You breathed hard against his mouth as his fingertips brushed along your back, along your bra, then slowly slid it off your shoulders, down your arms...

Cold air hit your breasts just as Rooster pulled away from you to fling your bra away to join your shirt on the floor, leaving you cold and panting, your eyes closing and opening again and staring at him as he stared at you, as he admired you, all bare, soft skin right there, right in front of him, just for him and nobody else.

You felt his palms against your ribcage then, pushing you down onto your back, onto the mattress, your breath hitching and your eyes closing in anticipation. He dropped a kiss onto your collarbone. Another just above your cleavage. Another onto the top of your breasts. His thumbs brushed right below them.

You wanted more. You always wanted more. You needed more.

But he was just trailing kisses along your breasts, never lingering for long enough, never biting or sucking or licking and as much as you were enjoying this... You needed more.

"Rooster", you sighed, dragging your hands through his hair because you needed more. He hummed against your skin. You could feel the vibration all over. "Roos, please."

He grinned - against your skin at first, before he looked up and right at you. "What was that?"

You bit down on your lip. God damn him. He always did this. Every single time, he did this. And the worst part was: You didn't even mind. You didn't mind begging, you didn't mind pleading, you didn't mind doing so much of it that you couldn't do, couldn't say anything else anymore. So you did just that.

"Please", you repeated, a little breathlessly. Rooster's grin widened.

And then he pulled away completely.

You could have screamed. You honestly thought, just for a second, that he would leave you lying there - panting and begging for him, with a bare chest and arousal heating up every part of you. But of course not. Of course not. This was Bradley fucking Bradshaw. He didn't leave you unsatisfied.

No.

Rooster got up from the bed only to grab you by the waist, to pull you down to the edge and kneel down on the floor. You swallowed hard. He fiddled with your shoes first, loosening the laces and taking them off, tugging down your socks and your pants and oh dear lord, you couldn't concentrate on anything he was doing.

He was kneeling in front of your bed. You bit back a moan from that alone.

Any and all forms of Bradley Bradshaw were jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but to you, nothing would ever top the sight of him on his knees for you.

You tuned back in when your jeans thumped to the floor, when his fingertips danced softly, teasingly up your calves, up your knees, up your thighs. You clenched your jaw when he reached your underwear, when his eyes met yours again in one final reassurance that this was what the both of you wanted, and then he pulled it down your legs too and hooked his hands behind your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered shut. You took a deep breath - one, two, one, two.

One, two.

One, two.

You frowned and blinked open your eyes again.

Rooster was staring at you, blatantly staring at you with a knowing smirk plastered on his lips and his fingers digging into your hips, sure to hold you in place, not allowing you to push even an inch closer to him.

"Roos", you whined, for what already felt like the dozenth time tonight, your hand sinking into his hair, splaying out, tugging at the strands, trying your hardest to pull him in. He didn't move.

"Yes?", he asked, with that grin just deepening, telling you he knew exactly what he was doing.

Of course he did. Of course he'd make you- God, of course, of course, of course! It had been his idea. It had been his plan, his wish, his goddamn idea and now he was making you-

"Fuck", you grumbled, teeth digging into your bottom lip. You didn't want to do this. You didn't want to do this because he hadn't even had you lying here for five minutes and he already wanted you to do this. "Roos, just-"

He bit down softly on the skin of your thigh then, pulling a surprised gasp from you, leaving your sentence hanging half-finished in mid air. You had to tilt your head back, had to throw a hand over your face because gods, you couldn't look at him now! Not with his breath meeting your thigh, with the feeling of his moustache against your skin, not with that grin on his lips. If you did, you'd melt in less than a heartbeat. You weren't about to give in that easily.

At least that was what you told yourself. You repeated it in your head like a mantra - he had barely touched you, he was the one who'd wished for this, you wouldn't... you weren't... you hadn't...

Fuck!

"C'mon honey", he encouraged, pressing a kiss high up on your thigh. You let out a shaky breath. He was close, so close now and he had you wound so tightly, so incredibly tightly that you felt like you were burning up from inside and-

"Bradley", you gave in, the word falling, tumbling from your lips in almost a moan. "Please, Bradley, please."

He was on you in a heartbeat. Licking a stripe up your slit, tongue flattened and you cried out, digging your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling, pushing, back arching off the bed as he finally, finally gave you what you wanted, what you needed. He dove in like a starved man, licking, pushing, tasting you, devoured and ravaged you, took everything and gave everything at the same time.

Bradley was a god. You'd never had a man eat you out like this until you met him.

His hands pressing against your hips to hold you down, to keep you right there for him, not letting you move an inch from him, only letting you push impossibly closer, your mind, your body screaming more. More, more, more. More of him. More from him. More him.

His tongue found your clit. You cried his name into the vast nothingness of your bedroom, eyes squeezing close and hand cramping into the sheets next to your head, thighs clamping around his head, caging him in, his palms forcing your back still on the mattress.

You could faintly make out your own moans, your own voice as his tongue circled, traced and dipped -

More.

He drew your clit into his mouth. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, send a shiver through your body, make your legs twitch.

Please.

He sunk his tongue into you, brushed your clit, up and down and everywhere.

Bradley.

You were coming close. Close, so close. Every inch of your skin was tensing in anticipation, clenching, clutching. You babbled something of the sort, not listening to yourself, not able to, not starting or stopping, controlling none of your words, none of the sounds falling from your lips. Bradley loosened one of his palms from your hips and immediately you were pushing, arching up, held down a heartbeat later as he pinned his arm down again, his tongue working you, not faltering once and-

pressure.

His thumb on your clit.

You screamed out his name.

Your nails dug into his scalp. Your heels clasped around his back. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. And Bradley didn't stop.

He worked you right through your high, circling his thumb on your clit and sinking his tongue into you, holding you down, holding you close until you were panting, gasping, your legs unclasping from his head, your fingers loosening in his hair, loosening from the bedsheets, your eyes fluttering open, meeting his and only then did he relent. He pulled back softly, stilling his thumb and pressing a kiss to your thigh, watching you as you slowly came back to reality, back to him.

You blinked once. Twice.

He pulled his thumb from you as he rose up from the floor, running his hands along your sides instead, along your ribs, your breasts, your throat, studying the irregular rise and fall of your chest, mapping out your body beneath his. You watched with parted lips as he brought both his hands steadily down next to your head, as he leaned down to meet you in a kiss - heavy and heady and intense and full of all the right emotions. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

But before you could do any more, press yourself up or pull him down, he was gone again, hot breath meeting your lips and that familiar smile crawling back up onto his face.

"Enjoying yourself?", he asked, tilting his head to the side a little, catching the light of the overhead lamp. Wetness glistened on his moustache. You bit down on your bottom lip, doing your hardest to conceal the smile that was fighting to get to the surface.

Instead, you let out an agreeable hum and brought your hand up to his stache to wipe at it, to wipe some of you off him and admittedly, you already knew that wouldn't do much - but the simple act of innocently cleaning him off like that, fingers brushing above his mouth, just caressing his skin, it made something in your stomach churn.

"How about you? Now that we've checked one wish off your list... Any more?", you muttered, trailing your fingers along his cheek, down his scars, following those lines of skin you knew so well, burning them into your mind, burning him into your mind. You'd never seen anyone as beautiful. You didn't think there was anyone as beautiful out there. Your breath hitched, fingertips catching on a birthmark, before you snapped your eyes back up to his. "Any more wishes at all, Bradley?"

A sort of grunt left him as you did your best not to grin - you knew just what buttons to push, didn't you?

"You know", he muttered, dropping his head, brushing his nose down the sensitive skin of your throat. "I could think of a few more things."

"Yeah?", you asked, just on the right side of breathless again, skin tingling wherever he decided to place a few deliberate, almost chaste kisses. "Like what?"

He'd worked his way down to your breasts again, still holding himself up with both his hands.

"I could fuck you nice and slow, just like you deserve it", he said softly, the words flowing from him as easily as if he were talking about breakfast the next day. Rational, sober, collected. You, on the other hand, could feel the wetness pooling in between your legs again. You couldn't believe how reasonable, how practical, how composed he could stay while he said things like that - how he'd fuck you, how he'd eat you out, how he'd pull every single thought from your mind with his fingers and his mouth and his cock.

"Or", he went on, completely unbothered still, stopping in between words to drop kisses onto your breasts. "I could fuck you hard and fast, because that's what you want, right?"

A moan tumbled from your lips all of its own accord, your eyes fluttering shut again. He was conjuring visuals in your mind that had you clenching your legs together, hands clawing their way back up into his hair - you needed something to keep you here and now, to keep you grounded.

"I'm right, honey, aren't I?", he muttered, obviously satisfied with himself. "You want me to fuck you rough, don't you?"

You were sure you'd crossed some border into heaven and just hadn't realised it. This man would truly be the death of you one day.

"Yes", you breathed, scratching at his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair. "Yes, please, Bradley."

You could feel his grin against your bare skin.

"You look so pretty begging for me, honey", he smiled, raising himself up and before you could complain much about it, before you could as much as open your eyes again, he was dropping a kiss to your lips, long and longing, parted lips pressed against each other, breathing each other in.

Then he pulled away from you completely and you did let a whine fall from your lips after all, raising yourself up onto your elbows to blindly follow after him as he straightened up and then bent down to pull off his shoes, his socks, to fumble with his belt - all in fucking slow motion apparently, that's how long it took, two hours just to take off his goddamn socks and you were just sitting there, staring, blinking, hazy mind clearing up the way it always had to after you'd been so close to him, watching, staring, watching, staring...

An eternity, it seemed, until you grew too impatient and decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.

You pushed yourself up, reached for his belt yourself, pulled it from its buckle, unhooked it, opened it finally, finally, finally! and blinked up at him again, all wide eyes and smudged lipstick and swollen lips and Bradley felt pretty sure he died a little just then - this had to be heaven, you had to be heaven. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and your tongue ran along your lips and he had to swallow hard.

His jeans fell to the floor, chased quickly by his boxer briefs and you took a deep breath as you looked at him, leaning forward, leaning in to reach for him-

He took both your hands in his and pushed you down on the mattress again, another of those pathetic whines dropping from your lips at being denied the feeling of him.

"Fuck, Roos, please", you begged, sounding pitiful to your own ears by now, pleading for something you knew he'd give to you anyway, just so goddamn impatient that you couldn't even help the words rolling off your tongue.

He let go of your hands, reached for your waist instead to pull you up, to tug you firmly farther up the mattress until he could follow after safely, until he could nudge your knees apart and trail a line of kisses up your shoulder, his hands finding their usual spot next to your head.

"What was that, honey?", he grinned against your skin, holding himself up above you to look you right in the eyes.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulled a moan from yourself and a similar groan from him, squeezed your eyes shut and had immediately forgotten what it'd been you'd said before. What it'd been he was asking about.

He brought one hand down to your thigh, squeezing tight, holding you even tighter to him, and pressed his hips down into the mattress, pulling another moan from you and, again, a similar groan from himself, making sure that you couldn't move against him on your own, that you were completely at his mercy.

As always.

"Please", you whined, desperate now, trying to rock your hips against his and not succeeding, not succeeding because he was holding you still, holding you down, holding you helpless and defenseless, withholding the one goddamn thing you wanted from him right now. And after all that talk too! "Roos, please, Bradley, do something."

You were far from whining now, breathless and moaning and sobbing basically, hands clawing at his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, begging and pleading and he was just holding still, doing nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing and you wanted more, you wanted something, anything.

"Look at me", he panted then - the only sign at all that he was somehow affected by this as well. "Look at me, honey, open your eyes."

And what else were you supposed to do but follow that command, grant him that wish?

So you forced your eyes open, forced yourself to look at him.

A thin layer of sweat gleaned on his skin. His stare was fixed on you and you alone. And his pupils had dilated so far that his usually hazel eyes were practically black now. You sucked in an unsteady breath.

"Good girl", he praised and you were done for.

You could have come from that alone.

Those two words, breathed into the nothingness of the room, onto your lips, onto your naked skin, sent a shiver down your spine, down your back and your hips and your legs, a shiver so violent that it pulled a moan right with it, a string of them. You barely heard Bradley's groan above you before he pulled away just the slightest bit, pulled away to brush his hand down your side, down your chest, down your hips, between your bodies, to reach for himself and stroke his tip through the wetness between your legs, your back arching off the mattress, into him, into more of him and-

"Wait", you panted.

Bradley froze immediately. His expression shifted to worry in the span of half a second, furrowing his brows and pulling away from you.

"What's wrong?", he asked, still breathless. You closed your eyes and took a breath, tensing, forcing yourself to keep down on the mattress, even as cold settled on your skin now that he wasn't warming you up anymore - inches away from you again. Considerate idiot.

"Just-", you stopped, opened your eyes, looked right at him. "Do you think Jake suspects anything?"

Bradley kept still for a few seconds. A shallow breath and another, your chest rising and falling and you had a hard time thinking, even now that he was barely touching you anymore. You were wound tightly, and you'd been so close, and now...

"You're not seriously thinking about Jake right now", Bradley said, almost accusingly.

You had to admit, it was a bit strange - you were naked, panting, your legs wrapped around his hips, and still you were thinking about Jake, about the bet, about what you'd said hours ago at the bar. You hadn't even been thinking about it, really. It had just come to you, overwhelming you, and you... you had needed to get it out. Still, you did have to admit, it was absurd.

So you bit down on your lip to conceal a smile, a grin, trailed your hands to his hair to brush it behind his ears, almost innocently (but just almost).

"I'm sorry, I just...", you whispered, stroking your hands down his scalp. "We've kept this between us for three weeks now. I don't want to have ruined that."

Bradley shook his head at you, dropped it to his chin, his curls brushing your nose, your cheeks, and sighed onto the skin of your throat.

"You're unbelievable", he muttered, dropping a kiss between your breasts now that he knew you weren't uncomfortable or afraid or anything of the sort in the slightest. Your breath hitched again. You didn't want to talk about this. You wanted him inside you, wanted him to make good on his promise from before. But you knew you had to, because otherwise the thought wouldn't leave you alone, even though the coil in your stomach, the heat in your body screamed bloody murder at you for it.

He looked back up, raised his chin again to meet your eyes.

"Don't worry about Jake", he reassured, one hand starting to softly, just so very softly, brush up and down your side. You had to swallow. "He won't even remember tomorrow."

He dropped another kiss onto your skin, a little further down, that grin, that moustache against your ribs.

"And I'll make sure you won't remember either, pretty girl. Alright?"

You nodded so quickly you almost got a head rush, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation, head tilting back just the slightest, your fingers digging into his hair as his lips trailed down your skin, the covers rustling as he settled further back, as his breath ghosted over your center again.

"Need to hear you say it, honey. Say it for me."

"Please", you babbled instantly, not even thinking, not even close, not when Bradley was giving you such easy instructions to follow. "Please, Roos, please."

You could feel him shake his head, obviously unsatisfied, breathing hard, hands travelling up and down your thighs and nothing more, leaving you in some state of being touched but not really being touched and you felt like going insane again.

"Try again, honey", he tutted, and you were already about to plead, to beg even more when he went on - "Look at me, baby, look at me and try again."

You blinked open your eyes, tilted your head down to look at him, all pretty and wide-eyed, just like he'd asked, your fingers cramping in his hair.

"Please, Roos-"

He raised his eyebrows and you knew then, you knew where your mistake had been - you should've known before, you should've-

"Bradley", you moaned. "Please, Bradley, I want you. I need you."

He grinned at that, dropped a kiss to your thigh before flattening his tongue against your folds again, drawing another moan from you. Your eyes stayed fixed on his, but only because you knew he wanted you to, only because you knew he needed you to. His palms splayed out against the backs of your thighs, keeping them still, as always.

His tongue drew a circle on your clit and you arched off the bed, into him, a whine tumbling from your lips, followed by his name. He pulled back much too quickly, much too easily, with a much too satisfied grin on his lips, looking up at you for just a second before he leaned down to drop a kiss to your hip.

"Bradley", you complained, cut off by your own moan when you felt his fingers trail through your wetness instead of his tongue, all soft and slow and you rocked your hips against his hand - more friction, more touch, more, more, more.

You hadn't been kidding when you'd said that you wanted him. That you needed him.

Bradley chuckled, kissing his way up your body again, one hand next to your head to hold himself up just the way he'd done before, but his fingers brushing, stroking, his thumb on your clit, moan after moan spilling from you. You needed more. More.

You tried to shift closer, tried to cant your hips into his palm for more, blinking up at him and whimpering and fuck, Bradley was just human after all, how could he deny you anything if you looked at him like that? So he started drawing little circles with his thumb, little circles on your clit, and pushed a finger into you.

You rewarded him with the soft sound of his name rolling off your tongue, your hands reaching for his arms, clawing at his biceps. You had needed this, had needed him and now... Now you needed more. More, even as he pulled his finger from you and pushed in again, starting in a slow, easy rhythm, drawing little moans, quiet whimpers from you. You rocked your hips back onto him, pushed for more. More.

"More", you voiced your thoughts, begging, pleading again - you weren't getting what you wanted, you weren't getting what you wanted, you weren't getting what you wanted! And you'd been so close, you'd been so goddamn close, but now he was just lazily pushing his finger into you, with one of those grins on his lips that told you he knew what he was doing incredibly well too. He was a tease, a goddamn tease, and you-

"More what, honey?", Bradley asked, interrupting your thoughts, your spiraling thoughts as his finger moved ever so slowly, teasing, playing.

You let out a whine as he stilled completely, his finger nestled inside you, touching you but not touching you enough, not nearly enough and he'd make you go crazy one day, he would! You tried to push your hips into his hand. Not that it did anything.

"More what?", Bradley asked again, looked at you as you refocused on his face, his eyes because you knew he'd want you to. He always wanted you to look at him.

"Please", you whispered. "Bradley."

His smile deepened, but he didn't move.

"Nice try, baby", he chuckled. "But that wasn't the question."

You grumbled and tilted your head back, squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. You wanted more. And he was making you say exactly what.

Putting the power in your hands, it seemed - but you knew it wasn't that. He'd already promised you to do just what you wanted, had said it so easily, so soberly that he'd left you dazed. And now he was asking you to do the same.

You couldn't. He knew you couldn't.

So you let out a small whimper, let your head fall to the side to look at him again, eyes wide and teeth digging into your bottom lip and kept still as best as you could, even as the desire, the need to fuck yourself on his finger grew with every passing breath - trying to make sure that he wouldn't tease you further. He'd done that before already, you knew that he could and he would.

He seemed to have realised it too, your legs, your hips calm now, your eyes fixed on his.

"Please fuck me, Bradley", you said softly, only a little breathlessly, a little nervous around the edges, doing your best not to let your restraint show. You weren't used to just saying stuff like that out loud. It was different, somehow, to say it, and to say it right to his face too.

But as much as you tried to hide it, your body still had the same reaction - breath coming shorter, heat shooting straight to your cheeks, the coil in your stomach tightening again.

Bradley's eyes on yours didn't make it any better.

Neither did his grin as he pulled his finger from you, pulled a moan from your lips right with it, as he brushed it through your folds, up and down before his fingertip stopped on your clit.

"Fuck you how, honey?", he asked. He wanted you to lose your mind, you were sure of that. You bit down on your lip, furrowed your brows, forced yourself to think, to keep thinking even though he was drawing circles on your clit now, bringing you back to the endless loop of more, more, more in your mind.

"Fuck me-", you panted, starting and stopping, closing your eyes. "Rough, please, Bradley. Please."

He pulled his fingers from you entirely, chuckling as you mewled and blinked up at him again, as you watched him raise his hand to your lips. You parted them in reflex, let him push his fingers into your mouth, rest them on your tongue. This, finally, was something you felt much less nervous about. So you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked his fingers clean.

Bradley had you well acquainted with the taste of yourself by now. Not that you minded.

You made sure to keep your eyes fixed on his as you brushed your tongue along his fingertips. He let out some sort of sound caught between a moan and a groan and a curse and, maybe, your name, and you had a hard time keeping your grin concealed as you sucked, spurred on not only the fire in your own abdomen, but in Bradley's as well, red heating up your cheeks and your legs growing restless.

You were getting impatient again. You needed more.

Luckily, it seemed that Bradley had about enough of this as well.

He pulled his fingers from you with a pop, shook his head with a grin, trailed a line of your spit around your breasts, around your nipples.

"You look sinful", he muttered, dropping a kiss to your lips before you could even begin to think about a response, all open mouth and breathing each other in, the taste of you on both your tongues. "Tell me again how you want me to fuck you rough, honey. Just once more. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, nodded without thinking, panting a bit now, pressing your legs together at his voice, at the look in his eyes, at... at him, at everything about him. You needed him. You'd do anything he asked.

"Fuck me rough, Bradley. Please."

His eyes darkened further. He brought his lips down on yours again, firmer now, heavier now, claiming your mouth, your tongue, your lips, claiming you, back to the familiar, thrilling predator and prey game that the two of you had abandoned at some point along the way.

"Good girl", he rasped.

You let out a pitiful moan. God, this man would absolutely be the death of you.

Good girl.

You couldn't press your legs together any further, couldn't possibly get any more friction, could only whine and whimper and moan and wait, wait as Bradley reached between your bodies and finally, finally, finally pushed into you.

You'd been waiting for this for the past five days.

You let out some pathetic sounding sob of his name as he pressed his hips snugly to yours, stretching you out in the best of possible ways, dropping his lips to your throat, to your neck. You clawed at his arms, at his shoulders, pulled him close to you, even closer. Eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, breath hitching.

Bradley gave you the entirety of half a second to adjust to him, half a second in which you could barely get past the moan of his name before he was moving, thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of you, drawing sounds you'd have been embarrassed about in any other situation.

But you could barely hear them.

You could barely do anything other than moan, anything other than scratch, hold, claw at him, anything other than let him wrap your legs around his waist and push in, pull out, push in again, his hold on your thigh so firm you'd see the marks tomorrow.

He fucked you with a relentlessness that reduced you to a mess of numb limbs, that pulled every last thought from you, one by one - with a rhythm, unfaltering, unwavering, with soft grunts and moans rolling off his tongue, with his mouth moving against your skin, working his way up to yours.

You met his lips in a frenzy, your hands tangled somewhere in his hair, your nails scratching somewhere down his back, your legs wrapped around his hips, your lips parted, your moans swallowed, his cock sliding in and out of you, the delicious drag of him building, setting alight the coil in your stomach.

You'd been waiting for this for too long. You wouldn't last much longer, not after he'd already pulled the first orgasm from you. Not after he'd been building you up for so long.

"Bradley", you moaned against his lips. "More."

He pulled back an inch and you blinked your eyes open, focused on him, on the blush on his cheeks and the rise and the fall of his chest as he slowed down a bit, drawing another whine from you, feeling different now, slower yes, but more deliberate maybe, more teasing maybe, hitting other spots, dragging it out, feeling more and less intense all the same and - most importantly - letting your close, so close grow weaker and weaker and weaker.

"You know-", Bradley panted, letting his thumb brush over the skin of your thigh, loosening his grip just the slightest. "You know how to ask, pretty girl."

A sob made its way past your lips. You wanted more, you needed more - you'd be good for him, you wanted to be good for him, but you forgot, you brushed right past it when he had you like this. So wasn't it his fault, really?

"Fuck me harder, Bradley", you whimpered - you'd lost the ability to feel embarrassed somewhere along the way. You didn't care anymore, not with his cock so slowly sliding in and out of you, not with his eyes on yours, not with... no, not anymore, you needed more now and you were desperate to get it, already rocking your hips back onto him in search of more - more friction, more touch, more him.

He pressed his lips to yours again, back to claiming you, back to firm, back to teeth and tongue before pulling away, pulling out, pulling another wail from you as he sat back on his ankles, hard and panting.

Then his hands clasped around your waist and you had no time to react before he had turned you over, your face smushed into the pillow, fingers reaching up to dig into the sheets.

He thrust back into you in one swift motion.

And you screamed.

You didn't know how he did it - you didn't want to know, really - but he hit that sensitive spot inside of you instantly, the new position allowing new depth, allowing new touches, new feelings, new and more and you couldn't think, could only touch, only feel.

Only touch, only feel him.

The drag of him, the push of him, the way he hit all those spots he needed to hit to have you up there, to have you close within seconds again.

He trailed his fingertips along your spine, sent a shiver through your body as he fucked you rough, just like you'd asked of him so very, very nicely. He reached your neck, reached around to your throat and when his fingers brushed along your jaw, he clasped his hand around it and pulled. Pulled you up, right to his chest, sweat sticking to your skin as you moaned his name.

You let your head drop back onto his shoulder, gave him more skin to touch, more of your body to claim, more of you to make his as he thrust relentlessly into you, as his other hand brushed between your legs, up your thighs until his fingers met your clit, pushed down and pulled an even louder moan of his name from you.

His hand closed around your throat at the same time.

You choked back a gasp, breath hitching, back arching off him and into him both, more and less clashing in your mind because this was what you wanted, this was what you'd begged him for, but all of it so suddenly, following each other so closely - too much, not enough.

You clenched around him.

Bradley let out a moan - his lips against your ear, the sound of it in every fibre of your body, of your mind, of your soul. And that was it for you.

You came with another cry of his name - a scream, a sob, maybe, or none of it, you weren't sure - maybe you let out no sound at all, rendered silent for once. The world was white for a second, your mouth dry, your throat hoarse, pleasure coarsing through every vein, every limb, every muscle, every bone.

You went slack against him. Your legs gave out, your eyes fell shut, your arms, your hands loose at your sides, and the only reason you didn't fall back onto your mattress were Bradley's arms around you - on your throat, around your hips. His fingertips circling your clit still, his hips snug to yours as he bit down on your shoulder, as he reached his own high, his moustache scratching deliciously against your skin, grounding you as your breath slowly came back to normal, as you won back the feeling in your legs.

You stayed still for a minute - just catching your breath, allowing yourself to take whatever time you needed to come back to yourself, to really notice the way Bradley held you up all on his own, the way his chest felt against your back, the way he had his lips pressed to the skin of your shoulder, the way his thumbs brushed ever so softly up and down, one along your throat, one along your stomach.

You never wanted this to end.

You were warm and safe and satisfied in his arms.

A slow smile spread on your face. Bradley's breath fanned softly over the shell of your ear. You could feel your own heart beat in your chest.

"Satisfied now, honey?", Bradley rasped, voice rough in all the right ways, his lips ghosting over your neck. You let out a soft hum in agreement. He chuckled against your skin.

"I'm gonna let go of you now, princess", he cautioned (you could just so push back the whine that wanted to escape) before ever so slowly, ever so carefully pulling his hand from your throat, pulling his arm from around you - softly pushing down on your back instead, hands wrapped around your hips again, laying you back down on the mattress and then turning you over. The bed was cold in comparison to him. Cold and lonely.

He had to pull out as he lay you down and that whine left your lips after all - you were empty and cold and lonely now and you wanted him, more of him, all of him again. Your legs were mushy and your mind still reeling, but you didn't have to think much anyway, not when you knew just what you wanted. You reached out, arms, hands in mid air as you tried to grab him, any of him.

He was sitting back on his ankles, running his hands through his hair, meeting your eyes as he saw you reach out for him. He looked positively exhausted.

You got hold of his hands and pulled him down, onto you. He brought them - and yours right with them - down next to your head in reflex, effectively pinning you down, and though neither of you had planned that, you still had to fight back a smile.

You were breathless, chest still heaving with the sticky intoxication of the moment, sweaty and hot and satisfied, truly, and you wanted him to wrap you up in his arms now and let you fall asleep on his chest.

Instead, he leaned in with a grin and kissed you. Kissed you with all the fiery passion fading into heady contentment, slow and deliberate, because he had all the time in the world now - it was the middle of the night and both of you were growing tired, your bones heavy, your muscles aching deliciously, your thoughts quiet, lazy almost. The middle of the night where romance could now dominate what had before been lust's reign.

That was what this felt like, Bradley's body on yours, his skin sticky with sweat, his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing down into the mattress. This felt like golden honey dripping down onto the reality of the moment, like gods' ichor flowing in your veins, like unnecessarily long and flowery metaphors for a feeling you felt too afraid to name this early on.

Bradley pulled away, let go of your hands and sat back once more - you followed him on some invisible kind of string, pushing up onto your palms, blinking at him in confusion.

He dropped another quick kiss onto your lips with a chuckle.

"Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?", he asked, a grin playing on his lips, his hands brushing over your ribcage, your stomach as though he, too, had some carnal need to keep touching you, to keep his fingertips moving over your skin at all times.

You closed your eyes, allowed the smile on your face to grow as wide as it wanted, and nodded at him.

"Yes, please, Roos", you mumbled, bathing in the yellow light of your bedroom lamp, in the soft buzzing of the ac, in the rhythmic tic-toc of your kitchen clock. In all these daily-life things, because they weren't daily-life right now. Right now, Bradley had just fucked you, right now, Bradley was sitting in front of you, right now, Bradley had his hands on your body, right now... Right now, you were happy, happy and satisfied, content with the world.

"Back to Rooster, are we?", he asked, drew his hands back from you and got up. Your smile deepened.

"I thought you liked your callsign", you quipped back innocently, eyes opening again as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off of your mattress, into the air, just because he could, just because you wanted him to. You didn't think you'd ever possibly get tired of his strength. He was a bit like your own, personally crafted superhero.

"I do", he muttered. You crossed your arms behind his neck, pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. "But the entire squad uses it."

"Oh", you said, exactly like that, because oh, indeed. "So when I say Rooster..."

"I think of work."

You pulled back a bit to look at him, even as his eyes were focused on the wall, trying to find the light switch for the bathroom.

"And you don't like that", you concluded, teeth digging into your bottom lip as a thought struck you. "You don't like thinking of work, Lieutenant?"

Bradley froze.

Bullseye.

"What did you say?"

His eyes focused on you, fixated on you, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed. You did your best try at an innocent smile, at a doe-eyed look somehow, but you doubted you achieved anything even remotely close.

"Lieutenant", you muttered again, heat pooling in your lap once more simply at the look on his face. You'd uncovered another one of his layers and you were already anticipating the consequences. "Do you want me to beg again?"

[dear-ao3]

ok so considering im decently sure a good chunk of the f1 drivers dont actually like driving road cars on roads (fair) i propose a new grand prix to determine the real Best Driver.

behold. the rush hour grand prix.

1 lap. at rush hour on a friday night. all the usual normal commuters and terrible drivers are still on the road along with all the drivers. in the rain. everyone drives a car of their choice. they have to count out all their tolls using change, no one gets ez pass. and you get disqualified if you veer from the instructions (no wrong turns!)

and where does this take place?

thats right.

new jersey. (and new york city) (but mostly new jersey)

here is the proposed track:

we start and end on route 22 right outside the staples. a terrible awful road that would cause harm to any driver, especially european ones. route 22 is so terrible because there is a long stretch that has a center median with shops in it, so theres shops on the right the left and in the center with u turns every 500 feet.

they go east on 22 towards us route 1 and 9 and, thats right, newark liberty international airport. here they have to do a loop around all of the departure terminals before exiting and heading towards jersey city on route 78.

they take route 78 through the holland tunnel, which is a hilarious tunnel to go through as you can literally blink and miss the signs because theyre so small.

upon arriving in new york city they will head towards the canal street station, doing an awful little loopy loop to take hudson street to 8th avenue. new york will prove a challenge for many of them because every other street and avenue there is pretty much a one way in the opposite way.

theyre going to turn right on 23rd street and take it three blocks towards the flatiron building on fifth avenue before doing another turn around and heading back up sixth avenue

here theyre going to turn left on 40th street, then right on 7th avenue then immediately right again on 41st street and then back to 6th avenue which they'll take all the way to the bottom of central park. here they'll turn left onto 59th street then go around columbus circle, exiting on broadway and then going right onto 57th street, which they'll then take down to 11th avenue, then after. few blocks cut over to the west side highway (12 avenue) and then they'll get off at 40th street and enter, you guessed it, the lincoln tunnel.

they'll exit the lincoln and get onto route 3 which they'll take down to route 120 and then they'll do a single doughnut in the parking lot at the american dream mall (a terrible place) before getting onto, you guessed it! 95!! they'll take 95 (devil highway) to 78 to the garden state parkway before getting back on route 22, doing a quick hairpin turn at one the first u turn and then end up straight back where they started. outside the staples.

i think maybe 3 people would finish the whole thing. logan sargeant, being the only american, would come in first. fernando alonso takes second and valtteri bottas takes third.

[skythealmighty]

why am i just now finding out about thisisnotawebsitedotcom i feel a little stupid.. then again i dont have the Book of Bill so maybe im lucky to know about it ???

#rocket talk #gravity falls #miss this show. anyway twink cipher fuckign jumpscared me

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Why Flatland counts as an object show: an essay

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why flatland isnt an object show: its a book + movie you assholes

#this argument is fucking stupid its just flatland

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🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020 asked: Im going to tear apart your circuitboard until its broken irreparably

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lol ok have fun w that 👍

also do u know any recipes for roasted pumpkin seeds the internets failing me rn and im cooking a big dinner for me and my bf

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Oh yeah sure https://www.jessicagavin.com/how-to-roast-pumpkin-seeds/#wprm-recipe-container-35845

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Wait why am I telling you this go die I hate you

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thx for the help!

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Date of origin: November 3rd, 2021

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~~Welcome to MePhoneX deletes your favs!!~~

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has anyone else wondered why this spaghetti code webbed site can connect across DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? or is that just me

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follow for the same picture of my crab every day!!!!! look at him :D

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anonymous asked: greeny how does it feel to be technically a higher being than most other people on the site

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sir this is a wendys

#i didnt order an existential crisis today :(

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todays liveblog!! B)

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knife and suitcase made it to the finale!! hell yeah so proud of them

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balloons talk with suitcase didnt go so well :/ i hope they can get some alone time without anyone else so they can like talk properly next time

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mepad???

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oh i think the finale challenge is happening

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baseball looks worried but lightbulb's brushing him off :|

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ojs backing away from paper??? wh

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WHJDT THE FUCK

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WAIT I HAVENT SEEN SOAP IN A WHILE WHERE IS SHE???

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OH GOD

#mics ramblings #SOAP???!??

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anonymous asked: evil woman are so hot <3 i will do whatever you want queen

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Awwww, this means a lot to me, anon! Could you find Film Reel for me and doxx him? That would be really helpful <3

#He's been evading me #It's really annoying #Hard to take over the world when I have to worry about him 🙄

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WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SENT ASKS ABOUT PREGNANCY?!

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if this fuckass hand keeps showing up at the edge of my vision i'm going to hit something

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#maybe hes in love with you

what the hell is wrong with you.

[luna0713hunter]

I saw request are open so can I request something!? So I read about this lipbam challenge so I'd like to request reader doing lipbalm challenge with Zoro where she (reader) wears blindfold and she asks Zoro to puts lipbalm on his lips and reader guesses the flavour of lipbalm by kissing him. At first reader tries really hard to guess the flavor so Zoro gets annoyed that she is paying more attention to challenge than kisses so at the end he kisses her so hard that she blanks out from how good it was. And in the end they just make out lol

Thank you!

Author's note : ask and you shall receive!! 👀 Cant say im not invested in this!!!i havent seen this challenge but I'll do my best to write it!!hope you'll enjoy!

Lipbalm challenge

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Warnings : pet names, slightly suggestive,needy!Zoro cause why not

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"ok!you ready?"

You hear a sigh from your right side and turn your head in his direction. You narrow your eyes from behind the blindfold and playfully slap the direction you think his arm is supposed to be.

"hey!be more excited about this!"

"why the hell would i?"

"cause its cute and romantic!we never do anything romantic together,this is a great chance to spice things up."

When Zoro stays silent,you just know he's giving you his usual judgmental look. You tug at his shirt (or maybe its his pants,who knows) and give him your best pouting face.

"let's just start?please?"

You hear him sight tiredly and smile; Although he always complains,Zoro can never say no to you.

You hear the sound of the lid of the lipbalm opening,and you start swinging your feet and making the hammock to move slightly. You feel so excited,that when Zoro asks if you're ready you nod your head without missing a beat.

Then in the darkness surrounding your vision,you feel a pair of soft,soft lips on your own. But before you can lost in the sensation,you dart your tongue out and taste the lipbalm on Zoro's lips.

When you pull away (slightly out of breath and cheeks now colored pink) you grin and lick your own lips, "Strawberry!"

You feel Zoro pause,and then another lid opening.

"yeah,it was strawberry."

You grin happily and wait impatiently for the next one.

Watermelon

Peach

Lemon?

That must've been vanilla

You're so focused on guessing each taste right,that you dont even notice Zoro pause for a little bit too long and scowling at your blindfolded form. The way you keep paying more attention to the fucking lip balm,and ignoring him,has his frown deepening.

So he sets aside the stupid lip balms,and when you feel his breath on your lips and hear no sound of opening lids,you tilt your head, slightly confused.

"Zoro? what're you-"

Then his lips particularly devour yours.

You let out a surprised noise;having to wrap your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling backwards. His hands grip your hips to pull you impossibly closer.

Zoro kisses you like he's trying to steal the breath right out of your lungs.

When it becomes too much,you start slapping his chest lightly to signal him you cant breath. He presses his lips to the base of your throat and your voice hitches.

"Z-Zoro," you stutter;not being able to form a coherent response when the kisses on your skin becomes much more heated, "what's -what's gotten into you?"

He grumbles a response against your skin and you card your fingers through his hair to get his attention.

"babe,talk to me."

"its the damn lipbalms."

Your eyebrows shoot high on your forehead as you take his face in your hands and look at him with confusion.

"what about them?"

"you were fucking paying more attention to them than me."

The answer has you blinking,once, twice,before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter.

Zoro scowls at you and hovers above you as you drop back on the hammock.

"what's so damn funny?'

Using the hands on his cheeks,you pull him down again to press a loving kiss to his lips.

"its how adorable you are when you're jealous."

"i wasn't jealous-"

"over lipbalms no less!!"

He scowls even harder,but when you press another kiss to his forehead and then lips,his eyes softens the way it always does when he's with you,and your heart feels so full.

"how about we ditch dinner so i can make it up to you, Mr.Handsome?"

Zoro looms over you more and presses his chest to yours,and you shiver as you feel his breath right next to your ear.

"i suggest you forget about breakfast too then. Cause I feel really wounded,and I'm not planning to let you go anytime soon."

And when his lips are on yours once again,you think you should do these challenges more.

Because needy Zoro,will always be your favorite.

[the-moon-files]

I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

[miam0re]

Ok, so I absolutely love your blade stories ! I was imagining Blade with a breeding kink, but he absolutely just destroys the F! readers insides because she told him to use her and how she wants to bear his children as a way to tease him and he ends up taking it literally , and it's like dumbification , breeding, and bimbo maybe... I don't know how to explain it AHHHH

I was like I have already done a breeding kink one for Blade but hey I can totally do another Dont mind me getting confused with my previous one and almost posting that one again, I shall go jump into a well

Breedking Kink Again w/ Blade

NSFW, Fem!Reader, Breeding, Dumbification, degradation (gets called cumdumpster), creampies (duh), more stuff I probably missed

Oh boy, do you regret teasing him about how pretty you’d look with a baby in your belly and that he should probably fuck one into you? You thought he’d understand the giggle following your words but he shall take any reason to fuck you raw. 

How your entrance shows so much resistance even after being fucked for hours on end, you can’t comprehend. But Blade loves the challenge, fingers digging into your spread thighs as he licks his lips at the sight. He sinks his dick in agonisingly slowly, watching cum ooze out the sides of your full cunt to make space for his massive cock. 

“Hah, look at you, at a loss for words. What, too fucked out? We’ve barely even started!” His sadistic and breathy chuckle against your burning ear sent a shiver down your spine as you begged all silly, strings of ‘fuck me’ and ‘please please’. Even with how air headed you were, all you could think about was housing his cock in your warm pussy. 

Every time he’d fill you with his hot seed, you’d feel your brain loose another bit of its sanity, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “I will fill you up till you can keep all my cum inside that pretty little hole of yours, understood?” It was really hard to hear him over the buzzing in your ears at the flood of electric pleasure coursing through your veins.

Oh darling little you, you’re so far gone and drunk on his cock, babbling incoherently (thought he very clearly understands your desires to be flipped over and filled in yet another position). “What an adorable little cumdumpster you are, aren’t you? Shaping your cunt to hold my cock and my children. Oh, you have no idea the things you do to me.” 

With your lower body on his lap, preventing any of his cum from falling out, perhaps he’ll switch to using his fingers for a while to fuck his cum deeper inside. 

[minty-drop]

“Collector! Hey buddy, you ok?”

“Collector?”

Colourful stars, sparking with shine scattered across the walls. Searching, looking and digging there corners into the slits between the ivory. Worry swallowed the collector whole, nagging into his gut like a piercing blade.

“King!”

The star child shouted, turning to face the canine like creature, a titan who’s yet to fully grow, something they both had in common.

“I can’t find them. I don’t want to play this game anymore!”

He didn’t like how long this was taking, they were impatient, and did not like loosing games. But at this moment, he didn’t care if he lost.

He just wanted his ‘parent’ beside them again.

“M-maybe there back in our room? They could have switch spots”

“That’s cheating!!”

Rattling the walls like a earthquake, the force of the shout bouncing off the wall.

But he was right? Maybe they did go back?

Swiftly the child’s hand waved across, a motion to quick for the titan to catch before he as-well was thrown on top of its flat surface, the hum buzzing from the star present with the patter of feet next to him.

A game of hide n seek, a classic, a game where one would seek and the other would hide. A simple yet challenging game of who can stay hidden until the end.

And you were quite good at it.

It felt like hours ago you had watch the collectors feet drop off the bed, the counting of numbers stoping that erupted into giggles. The collector was good at hide n seek, and from what you’ve seen, was very good to the point you could only assume he had found king in under afew minutes when the star child had began to run around with an extra pair of feet right next to him.

They teamed up on you. Little sneakers…..

But at this point you didn’t really care, you were having fun with the children who you were to constantly accompany in every waking minute, sure it was tiring but it was fun. And in these moment you got to see them interact, giggling and planing there next ideas that were childish yet entertaining to hear. It was perfectly normal because after all,they were children. Maybes it’s because you were no longer a small child, the childish nature still living in you but as time passed by, you have matured by much and by the time you had met king and later met the collector through the events of the eclipse, you had began to become much like the parental figure of the group. You missed the others, and you wanted them here with you, for the collector to see what he is doing is wrong, but there was only so much you could do. The kid was young with immense power, but as time went on, you’ve come to see them as a young child you could look after and maybe then, all of you would be able to thrive.

But who am I kidding, nothing like that is easy to get.

You first heard the hum of the star like transportation, then the mumbling of the two children. The collectors feet hopped off the star along with the fluffy paws of king. From all you could see, the collector made his way to the bed you were currently under, inspecting the tossed blankets that you made previously made to look like someone was underneath the warm fabric. It was a risky move.

But his ankles were just in reach of your hands.

With a small snicker, you reached out and snatched onto the small godlike child’s ankles, causing the said child to jump up in surprise, hoping all the way over to the other side of the room like a scarred bunny.

“WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT KINGGGGG”

“I DONT KNOW WHAT WAS THAT”

Curiously the collector had slowly walked back over to the bed, creeping up before lifting the whole bed up with his hand effortlessly.Laying there defenceless you could only do one thing.

“SURPRISE???”

Waving your hands like a mad man.

It took the collector a minute before he began to laugh, flying up in the air up and around before landing back down on the soft carpet.

“OHHH THAT WAS SO FUN. WE SHOULD PLAY THAT SO MANY MORE TIME! 1000 MORE TIMES!!!”

You chuckled.

“Anytime collector”

[getosbigballsack]

Okaaaay I saw the challenge and thats a lil self indulgent BUY I DARE U TO write a reader who reads smut and is casual bout that but shes virgin if ur ok w that?? It could be established relationship w Gojou or best friends Gojo&Geto then poly.. idk bout time limit since its up to u but lets say 5 days-1 week 🖤 hope u liked the prompt and dont rush urself love

𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆! 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑺𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑶𝑺. 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏... 𝒍𝒐𝒍. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕.

𝑾𝑪: 8.4𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

“Hey buttercup, what are you doing?” your best friend Satoru asked as he walked into the living room to see you scrolling through your phone. 

“Nothing just the usual,” answered as you continued to read the comments underneath your tumblr post. 

“Just the usual as in?” he asked as he walked over to you and sat beside you on the couch. 

“You know the usual,” you answered yet again as you excited the app and went on Lezhin to read that new bl that you’ve been reading as of lately. 

“The usual, as in read smut stories online?” he asked as yanked the phone from your hand to see if what was on the screen and to his surprise it was a smut story. “Of course you’re reading smut stories.”

“And so?” you questioned as you yanked your phone from his hand went back to reading. 

“You should stop reading these stories,” he suggested and you scoffed. Yeah as if that’ll ever happen, you mumbled to yourself as you got up from the sofa and went inside the kitchen to see your other best friend Geto scrolling through his instagram text messages. He’s probably looking for a chick he could hook up with over the weekend. “The more you read those stories, the stupider you get. 

You would’ve left him if it wasn’t for the fact that you wanted his opinion on you reading smut stories. So you screamed. “SUGURU.”

“Yes, sugarplum,” he answered with a heavy sigh heaving from his lips as he rested his phone face down on the kitchen island before turning around to look at you. 

“Satoru said I should stop reading smut stories. Do you agree with him? He said that if I continue to read smut stories, I’ll get stupid.”

Geto chuckled as he glanced over to look at Gojo who was silently laughing at you. “Yeah I sort of agree with him.”

“WHAT?!! You're taking his side?” you asked with a pout forming on your lips. 

“No, I’m not. It’s just that you’re 23 olds and you're still reading smut stories,” he said as he got up from the stool that was around the kitchen island and then walked over to you to pat your head. “I think you should stop reading smut stories and go experience what sex is like for yourself.”

You scoffed at this. WHAT does he mean by you should go experience what sex is like? You had no need to do that as a matter of fact, “I’m pretty experienced when it comes on to sex. I know a lot more than you jerk bags do.”

Gojo busted out laughing as he got up from the sofa and walked over to you. “Oh yeah and what do you know about sex.”

You began to stutter, “Well… well I know that you have many different ways to experience or to have sex. Like I know what vanilla sex is, I know what BDSM sex is, I know what oral sex is, gay sex, lesbian sex and even anal sex. I also know that in order for a female to cum, you’ll have to thrust deep while touching her clit.” You took a deep breath and then you went on to say. “I also know different types of kinks, like spit kink and daddy kink. I also know about size kink and other stuff.”

“Yeah but knowing those basic stuff doesn’t prove that you’re experienced,” Gojo said while laughing at you. “Knowing what those are and experiencing them are two different things, Buttercup.”

“We already know that you would’ve known the different ways to have sex and kink. But do you know how it feels?” Geto asked as he continued to pat your head. 

“Do I really need to have sex to be experienced?” you asked. 

“Yes, yes you do,” Gojo answered as he continued to laugh.

You didn’t know what to say as it regards Gojo's response, and on top of that you were beginning to feel embarrassed. So as usual whenever you’re embarrassed, you’d yell, “Baka. Baka Sugu. Baka Toru.” 

Geto only chuckled as he watched as your cute cheeks puffed out from embarrassment. My sweet little innocent Y/N what will I ever do with you? Geto thought as he pulled his hand away from your head to stroke the apple of your cheeks. “No need to feel embarrassed. If you think that you’re experienced then I’ll let you be. However, don't you wanna experience what sex is?”

A smirk formed itself upon Gojo’s face as he stared down at you. “Yeah, don’t you wanna know what it feels like to actually have oral sex or maybe BDSM sex. Oh and to know what size kink and Suguru’s personal favourite, daddy kink is?”

You said nothing, you only pulled away from their touch and tried to walk away from them. However Gojo was quick to grab onto your arm and pulled you towards them. “Let me go dumbass.”

“Now, now sugar plum,” Geto said to you before grabbing your cheeks and turning your face towards him. “Answer me, don’t you wanna experience what it feels like to have sex. Hm?” He then kissed your cheek and then your earlobe before whispering. “Don’t you wanna have a taste of what sex is? Aren’t you tired of reading your little stories? It won’t hurt to try out what you’ve been reading, you know.”

“He’s right Y/N,” Gojo said as he placed his hand on your head to play with your hair. “Those little stories won’t be able to satisfy you any longer.”

“N… not true. I don’t need to have sex to be experienced. I’ll continue to read my smut,” you stuttered. 

They both chuckled and released you from their hold. “Alright then Buttercup. Have it your way. Whenever you get bored of your stories and change your mind then you know where my bedroom is,” Gojo said before turning around and walking away from you. 

Geto followed suit, but not without saying, “Just don’t keep daddy waiting too long.” 

… 

It’s been two weeks since they openly asked you to have sex with them. Well they never said, Y/N let have sex together, but based upon what they said to you that day, it would have been hard to interpret that as anything else. You sighed heavily as you hugged your textbooks tightly to your chest as you walked out of the building with your best friend Toniann by your side. 

“Bitch guess who asked me out yesterday?” she squealed as she flipped her newly done braids behind her back. 

“Who?” you asked out of curiosity.

“You know that hot girl that’s always hanging out with Geto and Gojo?” she asked as she bit into her teeth. 

“Who is Ieiri Shoko?” you asked and she shook her head yes before squealing. “BITCH… No fucking way you’re going out with her.”

“I mean last night, we were out talking and having a drink and then the next thing you know, we were in the back of my car and I was getting fingered and strapped the fuck down. God mama Ieiri is so fucking sexy. Can you believe that she walks around with a strap on dil…”

“Hold the fuck up,” you said cutting Toniann’s story short. “You had sex with Shoko.”

“Bitch I just said that,” she replied. “She offered to have sex with me and I wanted to know what it felt like to have sex with a lesbian. I wanted to have that experience you know and I’m glad I did, because right now all I can think about is her fingers, her pretty boobs and that dildo.”

So, your best friend had sex with Shoko, just to have that experience and as that thought ran through your head. You immediately remembered the conversation between yourself, Geto and Gojo. And without thinking much you asked Toniann, “Do I need to have sex in order to be experienced?”

Toniann stopped a bit and thought about your question before answering. “Yeah you do.”

“But I read smut though, doesn’t that count as being experienced?” you asked. 

Toniann laughed at you before responding, “Having knowledge about something and being experienced are two different things. In order to know what sex is you’ll have to experience it. Your smut books won’t be enough.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath and Toniann laughed before she went to tell you about her experience with Shoko. 

… 

Another week had passed and you were getting a bit annoyed with everything. Well not everything, just your smut books. Reading them wasn’t fun anymore (just like Gojo said before). And on top of that you were starting to feel a little frustrated. 

You were having a tingling uncomfortable feeling down below. You didn’t know if it was because you were trying to find excitement while reading smut, or the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about Geto and Gojo’s offer to have sex with you. 

You tossed your phone on the bed, fell face forward into your pillows and screamed. What the fuck is wrong with me? You screamed at yourself. You didn’t know what to do. The smuts weren’t entertaining anymore and your body just felt like you were in heat, or at least you thought you were. Because based upon what you read while reading those omegaverse stories, they claimed that whenever the alpha is in a rut or the omega is in heat, their bodies would usually feel hot and burning. 

But you weren’t no FUCKING OMEGA. You just had to start accepting the fact that you’re just fucking horny virgin and your best friends offer sounds tempting. And also your smut books weren’t satisfying you anymore. 

What were you going to do? You can’t just walk in and ask them to have sex with you. That’ll be embarrassing. Plus you also had to remember that you’re a virgin. So what were you going to do? 

You sighed heavily to yourself before whispering, “Let’s start off simple, Y/N. You’ve read enough smut stories, you should know what to do.”

And you did. You changed into one of Gojo’s t-shirts and the socks that Geto bought for you and then lastly you took off your panties. You once read in a Tokyo Revengers fanfic that guys loved it when girls wore oversized t-shirts, socks and no panties. You just hoped that your best friends would approve. 

You sighed heavily to yourself as you walked out of your room and went towards Gojo’s room since his room was the closest to yours. You released another sigh as you rested your hand on his door knob and slowly twisted it. “T- Toru?” you called as you opened to see if he was inside, and to your luck he was there, just laying down on his bed scrolling through his phone. 

“Yeah?” he answered as he looked away from his phone to give you his attention. “What’s up?”

He watched as you bit your lips as you slowly entered his room. His eyes widened a bit when he saw you walking in his room wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole from his closet. What’s this?, he asked himself. “Can you cuddle with me?” 

He tilted his head to the side a bit as he stared at you up and down. You don’t normally ask him to cuddle you. You’d normally ask Geto since Geto was the one who babied you the most. So why him? Why all of a sudden? 

“Toru?” you called from him yet again. 

He squinted his eyes a bit, but eventually he told you, “Alright come and let me cuddle you, Buttercup.” 

You nodded your head as you grabbed the end of his t-shirt to keep it from riding up your thighs. And as you slowly made your way on his bed, Gojo quickly shot Geto a text saying, 

Gojo: Buttercup is acting weird. She just asked me to cuddle with her. Isn’t that your job? 

Geto responded immediately. 

Geto: What?

Gojo: Exactly

Geto: I’m coming over. Gonna shower and bring some snacks.

Gojo rested his phone on the bed shortly after and opened up his arms for you. You smiled at him before laying your tiny head on his chest and throwing an arm around his torso, and a leg over his thigh. You had to fix your leg in a way so that he won’t feel your naked pussy on his leg.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he grabbed the remote that was on the bed and turned on his tv. You mumbled yes against his chest and he hummed back at you before logging on to netflix. 

It didn’t take him that long to find a show for you to watch and once it was on, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “What are we watching?”

“365 days,” he answered. 

You said nothing, you only stared at the television as you tried to think of a way to ask him to have sex with and maybe just maybe bring Geto along for the ride. You didn’t know why but you felt more comfortable asking Gojo these questions since Gojo has always been so casual about it. But how the fuck were you going to ask him. 

About 11 minutes had passed since you both began watching the movie and you were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realise what was going on until you heard a slight gagging sound. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts and when you glanced at the television, you saw a girl, well she looked like an air hostess giving the guy who you presume to be the male lead a blowjob. Your eyes widened when you saw the screen switched back to the female lead who was playing with herself. 

You were about to hide your face into Gojo's chest but he quickly grabbed your chin and then whispered, “Don’t look away.” You gulped and kept your eyes on the screen. A smirk formed itself upon his face when he felt your leg shift on his thigh and your body trembled slightly. “It looks fun right, Buttercup?” he asked and you shook your head yes. The scene didn’t last long, but it did grab your attention for the rest of the show. During that time, you shifted so many times you didn’t even realise that the shirt you had on was exposing your naked bottom and that your naked, wet pussy was on Gojo’s thigh. 

It wasn’t until 30 minutes into the show when Geto quietly entered the room and immediately stopped when he saw how you were positioned on Gojo. Gojo saw Geto from the corner of his eyes and when he was about to call for him, he noticed that his best friend's focus was something and that when he realised that your bottom was exposed. And that’s when he also realised that your wet pussy was rubbing on his thigh. 

He chuckled and so did Geto. You were so cute and so oblivious to the fact that they found out that you were naked underneath the shirt. “And what do we have here?” Geto finally asked as he closed the door behind him. You turned to look at him and smiled. He smiled back as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. He then rested the snacks on a chair that was beside Gojo’s bed before resting his hand on your hips and it made you gasp a bit. 

“You’ve got a cute little butt here, Sugarplum,” Geto commented as he moved his hand from your hips and pulled up the shirt you had on a bit to show more of your naked butt. “And a cute little pussy too.”

“Cute and wet little pussy you mean,” Gojo said as his hand shifted from around your waist to rub your naked ass cheek. “She’s been rubbing her little pussy on my thighs for a while now.”

And the moment he said that, it was then that you realised that they both found out that you’re naked underneath. You were quick to pull away from them but as you were about to hop off the bed, Gojo quickly caught your hand and pulled you back on the bed. 

“Shit!” You mumbled to yourself. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asked as he reached for your shirt yet again to pull it up a bit to expose your naked underneath, but you pulled it back down to keep yourself covered. “I told you she was acting weird, Su. Our Buttercup usually doesn’t ask to cuddle with me. So I knew she had to have a reason to ask me out of the blue.”

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t expect this,” he said with a smirk riding upon his lips. 

“Me either. Not that I’m complaining though,” Gojo said as he grabbed both your hands with one hand and used the other to pull the shirt up yet again. “But, I’m curious. Why are you naked?”

Your cheeks began to burn from embarrassment as they both looked down at your naked pussy. God you were so embarrassed and what’s even more embarrassing was that wet patch on Gojo’s thigh. FUCK!

“Hm? Not that I don’t like the fact that you’re cuddling up with me when you're naked underneath your clothes. But why?” Gojo asked. Your lips began to tremble as you tried your hardest to answer his question. 

The answer was simple. You were horny and you wanted to have a sexual experience with both him and Geto. But how he fuck we’re you going to say that out of your mouth to your best friends. “Come on Buttercup why?” he asked again. 

You swallowed thickly as you glanced at the television to see another sex scene on the screen. They guy was getting heads once again. “Y/n, focus,” Geto said sternly as he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards Gojo. “Gojo asked you a question, didn't he? I expect you to give him an answer.”

You didn’t want to, but you had to because you knew that they weren’t going to let you go or ask you anything else until you answer this question. So without even thinking about what to say, you blurted out, “I was horny and I… I wanted to a-ask you a-and Su for help.”

“Why? I thought you said that your smut books were enough,” Gojo teased while licking his lips. 

You huffed a bit before answering, “ I-it was, b-but then you b-both just had to… to be an asshole and ruining smut for me and t-then have the a-audacity to tempt me with such a tempting offer. Fuck you jerk bags.”

Gojo smirked and Geto chuckled. God you were so cute they almost wanted to tease you a bit more. But the sight of you pouting and sitting so cutely while being naked on Gojo’s bed just made their cocks hard. “So you want us to take care of you, Buttercup?” Gojo asked and you shook your head yes. 

“Are you sure, Sugarplum? Remember you’re a virgin,” Geto asked as he stroked your cheeks.

“Yes I’m sure… just please,” you said as you continued to pout at them.

“Turn off the T.V, Toru. Sugarplum wants her little pussy to be played with,” And with that said Gojo released your shirt to turn off the TV while Geto undressed you slowly.

“So pretty,” Gojo said as he pulled his shirt over his head and took a seat beside you on the bed. “Such a pretty little body you’ve got here, Buttercup.” 

“What are you going to do?” you asked. 

“You’ll see, Buttercup you’ll see.”

…

Who would have thought that you were going to lose your virginity to either one of your best friends? You could have never imagined that you would have even thought about having sex with either of these whores. 

But there you were with your head thrown back against Gojo’s shoulders, while his fingers pinched your perky nipples while the other hand slowly massaged your little clit. Geto was sitting between your open legs; his hand rubbing up and down on your thigh as he was just staring at your pussy while he thought about who should be the one to take your virginity. 

He wouldn’t mind being the one to pop your cherry, but Gojo seemed like the better fit since he was more experienced with virgins. And also he just wanted to sit back and watch as Gojo bruised your pretty pussy. 

His train of thought was broken at the sound of you gasping when Gojo pressed his finger tips at your entrance. “Feels good, Buttercup?” He asked as he pressed a kiss on your forehead as he gently brushed his hand over your soft naked flesh, only moving his hand for a bit just to give Geto another view of your pretty little pussy. 

“Yes… yes,” you answered from trembling lips as you unconsciously spread your legs a bit further for the both of them to see your virgin hole. Geto grunted as he watched Gojo's finger pressed into your pretty cunt, which caused your pussy to be a little too wet and they haven’t even started anything as yet. Your tiny, yet smooth outer vagina lips were so slick that Geto could see your arousal coating Gojo’s fingers. 

Gojo licked his lips and mumbled, “You’re so wet,” and then he ran his digits between your folds to collect more of your slick that was pooling from your glistening cunt. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even put my finger in.”

You whimpered at his touch as you lifted a hand and rested it over his hand that was squeezing your boob. “Please,” you mumbled as you lifted your hips slightly for just a bit more stimulation.

“You want me to finger you? Do you want to feel my long fingers thrusting inside your cute little pussy?” he asked as he kissed your forehead yet again. You shook your head yes and he chuckled before looking over at Geto who was just smiling. “What do you say Sugu, should I finger our pretty baby?” He asked Geto as he thumbed at your clit while his hand continued to fondle your breast. 

“Let me have a taste first,” Geto said and Gojo grinned as he pulled his hand away from your cunt and shoved his fingers towards Geto’s face. You both watched as Geto leaned forward and opened his mouth to welcome Gojo’s fingers that were coated with your juices. Geto hummed against Gojo’s fingers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of your sweet pussy juice. 

“Fuck you taste so good,” Geto mumbled as Gojo pulled his fingers from his best friend’s mouth and pressed them against your clit yet again. Your back arched slightly in his hap when his fingers slowly and gently rubbed at your clit which had you gasping yet again. 

“Mhmm…” you whimpered as your hips bucked to hump against his fingers. Gojo licked his lips and so did Geto. Their cock were straining heavily against the cotton fabric of the boxers - oh how they just can’t wait to fuck that cute little pussy you’ve been keeping from them all this time. 

Such a pretty sight, Geto thought as he watched as your pussy dripped from Gojo’s light touches. To think that he would have loved the sight of your wet pussy this much was driving him crazy. He wanted to taste you, fuck you but he also wanted to watch as Gojo to fuck you into oblivion. 

He was losing it. 

“Gonna give you what you want , Buttercup,” Gojo whispered as he slowly slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, sighing softly to himself at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy wrapping around his finger. 

Your lips parted slightly to release a breathy moan, your hips buckling once more as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of your virgin hole. He pulled his finger from your cunt and thrust it into his mouth to also have a taste of your pussy. “So sweet,” he moaned around his finger, before slowly pulling it from his lips and thrust it back into you. 

He pulled back out and stuffed his finger inside you, slowly dragging his finger against your hot, gummy walls. He was enjoying the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Carefully - he slipped in another, curling them just a bit to touch your sweet spot. You moaned his name as he kept his steady rhythm that had your hips meeting his every thrust. 

God. they both thought you looked so beautiful falling apart from Gojo’s fingers. 

Geto couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He quickly yanked Gojo’s fingers from your cunt and licked them clean before grabbing both your thighs and tossed them over his shoulders. You gasped and Gojo chuckled as his other hand moved to fondle your other lonely boob. 

Geto licked his lips as he got comfortable between your legs on his tummy and lined his face up with your cunt. “He loves eating pussy you see,” Gojo whispered as Geto pressed his nose into your wet pussy and took a long sniff. “He’s gonna make a mess out of you.”

“Fuck, she smells so good Toru,” Geto mumbled as he laid his tongue flat against your clit. A deep groan rumbled in the back of his throat from how sweet you tasted in his mouth. A cry fell from your lips from the contact, your thighs clamped tightly around his head as he swiftly licked at your cunt and wrapped his arms around thighs to keep you steady as he feast upon your nectar. 

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Gojo whispered as he let go off your breast and grabbed your chin. He tilted your head back, smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. It was his first time kissing you and though you were the virgin here, he felt like he was going to turn a puddle. Your lips felt so soft as you moved them so innocently against his like this was your very first kiss and he dared to think that this was your first kiss. 

And as much as Geto wanted to lay there and watch as you made out with his best friend, he wanted you to pay attention to him. He quickly detached his lips from your pussy, removed one hand from your thigh and slapped your clit. You gasped and pulled your lips away from Gojo to look down at Geto who was now smirking at you. 

“Focus on daddy, sugarplum. You’ll be able to focus on Toru soon enough, since he’s going to be the one to take your virginity,” Geto said as dragged his tongue between your folds. 

“I am?” Gojo asked while grinning. 

“Mhm hm,” Geto responded as he licked between your folds yet again. “I wanna watch you screw over our pretty baby.” 

“You gonna smash after?” Gojo asked. 

“What do you think?” Geto replied with a question. Gojo chuckled, already knowing the answer. Your sweet moaning brought his attention back to you as Geto swiftly moved his tongue between your folds, lapping up all your juices before switching back to suck at your clit in his mouth. Your toes began to curl above his shoulder as your hand reached out to grip his hair that was messily caught in a ponytail. He hummed as he continued to move his tongue against your wet cunt. You felt like it was on fire as he ate you out like a starved man. Your finger grazed his scalp, your hips desperately trying to rut against his face which made him moaned, “Fuck sugarplum… fuck.” 

His lips clamped down against your clit and gently sucked until her thighs started to tremble against his shoulders. He smiled against your pussy and then pressed a kiss against your cunt - he then pulled his mouth away from your pussy, looked up at Gojo who was just staring down at your pretty face. Your eyes were opened and filled with lust, your mouth slightly parted and trembling with need for someone to kiss them.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet, my pretty baby,” Geto said as he pressed another kiss on your messy cunt while his hand rubbed up against your soft thighs. “I want you to cum for daddy now alright. Tell me that you’ll cum for daddy.”

Gojo smirked and bit his lips and watched as you cast your eyes upon Geto as you slowly whispered, “I’ll cum… huh… I’ll cum for daddy.”

You didn’t have much time to process what was yet to cum when Geto dived back in, his mouth covering and greedily sucking on your pussy before he pressed his tongue into you. His nails scraped at your skin while humming and lickking at your sensitive spots. You trembled as though you were being pushed before your wits end as Geto pulled your legs from around his neck and pressed them into the mattress to get a better view while he continued to messily eat your pussy.

Your breathing became heavy, your hand gripped onto hand gripping tightly onto his hair as his mouth moved erotically, it had your pussy throbbing and your walls pulsing from the overwhelming feeling. “Sugu… oh my God… Fuck.” you cried as your orgasm slowly crept up on you. 

“Yes Buttercup, that's it,” Gojo whispered as his best friend continued to assault your swollen clit. “Come on baby, cum all over Sugu’s face.” And that alone had you screaming, your back lurching from Gojo’s chest as tears ran down your cheek as your orgasm crashed on you like a wave. Geto moaned against your cunt while he drank your cum in his mouth. He groaned at the sweet tangy taste of your cunt. Your hips slightly lifted to grind against his face as you rode out your first orgasm of the night. 

He grinned happily against your pussy before kissing your clitand then pulled away to look up at your panting, blissed out expression. You were feeling embarrassed when you looked at both of them as Gojo whispered, “Feels better than those smut books right?” 

“Stop teasing her Toru,” Geto said as he slowly hovered over your body and rested his head against your. “Did you like that?” he asked and he shook his head yes. “Me too. Now that we’ve prepared you; you’re going to lay pretty and let Toru fuck you. I want to watch Toru destroy your pussy?” You slowly shook your head yes and Gojo smiled. 

“Gonna grab the condoms,” Gojo said and left to grab the condom and when he returned he had a condom on his dick and his boxers nowhere to be found. And also if it wasn’t for the fact that you were partially dumb from pleasure then you would have ran away because the size of his cock was not one to be played with especially by a virgin. 

And anyone in their right mind would have ask, “Where the fuck are you going with that?”

…

Geto was seated in the chair that once held the food as he watched Gojo kiss your lips as Gojo slowly grind his cock against your wet entrance. “Hmm,” Gojo hummed as he shuddered a bit. He had his hands on your thighs spreading you out to open up your cunt a bit more for him. 

“Toru,” you moaned as you pulled away from his lips to stare at him, “Please… don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t,” he whispered as he captured your lips yet again. You hissed against his lips when he pressed the tip at your entrance and slowly… slowly slid his cock inside your pussy. Your lips trembled against his, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms as he continued to slide deeper into you. 

“Toru,” you squealed against his lips, feeling your pussy being stretched out to fit his cock. It hurt but not as bad as you expected it to be. 

“Yes baby,” he answered now that he had completely bottomed out. “So fucking tightly,” he mumbled as he pulled his hips back and thrust deeper into you. Your back arch, your hands falling from his arms to the bed. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly as he pulled out and thrust in again. “Fuck yes.” He groaned as he began to thrust into you at a fast, but not so harsh pace. He was thrusting fast enough to have your pussy weeping, but he was still gentle with his thrust because it was your first time. And he wanted your first time with him to be memorable. The tip of his blushed pink swollen cock head kissed grazed your walls and his heavy ball clapped against your wet cunt with every thrust of his hip.

His cock was snuggled up against your spongy wall, the tip of his cock head desperately trying to find where your g-spot was. And it wasn’t long because the moment his cock rested against that sweet spot, your pussy clenched and your arched against his chest. You moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lifted your hands to wrap around his neck and slowly pulled him down for a kiss. You panting against his mouth, your heart beating rapidly against your chest. 

“Toru, feels good,” you moaned against his lips. 

“Yeah… feels so good, Buttercup?” he whispered as your lips before thrusting his tongue past your lips to swallow up your moans and respond to his question. Geto hummed as he stood up to get a better view of your face. Your back arched yet again when Geto’s nibble fingers pinched at your nipples, slowly rolling your aching bud between his fingers. 

Then he bent his head down to whisper in your ears while Gojo’s lips continued to devour yours, “Such a pretty baby, Sugarplum. You love his cock don’t you?” You nodded yes into Gojo’s mouth. 

“Mhm, she’s so tight Sugu. Fuck I don’t know why you’ve been keeping this pussy from me for so ling,” Gojo whispered against your lips as he moved one hand from your thighs and grabbed your hand to lace his fingers with yours. He pressed your hand into the mattress as he continued to fuck his stiff cock inside your warm, wet, soaking pussy. 

Gojo lifted his body from yours a bit to angle his cock to press down more onto your g-spot and thrust deeper than he already was. A scream was ripped from you, eyes rolling further back into your head as you tried to keep your trembling body still underneath his hold. He was so deep, you could feel him poking from your tummy and it felt good, so good that it had your wet pussy queefing. 

“Oh shit, listen to that,” Geto grinned. Gojo pulled away from your lips to look down at you with a smirk adoring his face. “That fucking pussy is queefing.”

“Feels good huh baby, better than those smut books huh?” Gojo asked as he stared down at your flustered face. Sweat trickled from the side of your foreheads, tears rolling down your flustered cheek, your teeth biting harshly at your swollen lips. “Put her legs up on my shoulder, I want to see her queefing pussy creaming around my dick.” Geto chuckled as he hoisted your leg that wasn’t held down by his hand over Gojo’s shoulders. 

“Ah…” you moaned yet again when his cock shifted inside your trembling pussy. Your toes curled yet again, and the muscles in your thighs spasmed. 

“Such a beautiful messy pussy,” Geto commented as he squeezed your breast again before kissing your forehead and then he sat back down to gaze upon you and Gojo with lust filled eyes while smiling sweetly at the both of you. Gojo moaned when he felt your queefing pussy creamed around his cock, your thick cream nectar coating his cock and leaked from your quivering hole, down to your backside and on the inside of your thighs. 

“So good, so good,” you cried as your pussy clenched and sucked him back in whenever he pulled out of your pussy. This felt so much better than what your poor mind could have imagined. He was right, your smut stories could not compare to the overwhelming sensation of Gojo’s cock thrusting deeper inside of you. 

“Yeah,” Gojo whispered, thrusting a bit faster and deeper while he squeezed your hand into the bed even more. White star-like lights began to cloud your vision and you were gasping more desperately. Your body arched yet again when a familiar coil started to form itself into the pit of your tummy. 

“More, more,” you cried, your heels digging into the bed and his back as you tried to thrust up hips to meet his every thrust. A low seductive chuckle left his as the hand that was gripping your thighs moved to grip your throat. His hands began to tighten around and he leaned forward to press a kiss on your cheeks while he slowly pulled out. 

He then whispered, “I’ll give you more, pretty baby,” then he slammed himself into your creaming pussy. Another scream was ripped from you as your body began to spasm beneath him, your pussy clenching even tighter around his shaft. 

“Yes right there, right there,” You cried out, your thighs trembling as he thrust harder and deeper. His balls slapping against your wet pussy and his masculine scent sent your mind into a spiral. Your pussy was like a flood, gushing with your cream that enabled him to thrust deeper inside your warm cunt. “Don’t stop.”

“Mhm, open up your mouth,” he said and without even thinking, you slowly parted your lips for him. He smirked, “Just like that,” he said before he spit in your mouth. You were a bit taken back, but not for long because you moaned as you swallowed his warm saliva before opening up your mouth for him yet again. “Mhm, you like that huh?” Gojo asked as he spits in your mouth yet again. “Such a nasty pretty baby,” Gojo whispered as he spits yet again before leaning forward to kiss your lips, his tongue thrusting past your lips to kiss you messily. 

Your body jerks with every deep, hard thrust. Your tits bouncing as your vision slowly started to leave you, your mind was going numb with pleasure. “Fuck, fuck me,” you moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Gojo smirked and so did Geto who had his aching cock in his hand just waiting to fill up your hole when Gojo was done wrecking it. 

“Yeah keep squeezing your tight little pussy around my cock like that baby,” he grunted as his hips snapped at an inhumane speed, it made the bed creak and knocked against the walls. Gojo felt his orgasm fast approaching, and you were close too. He could feel it just from the way you were clenching and creaming around his cock. 

Your nails scraped the fabric of his bedsheets, your eyes tightly closed and you cried out, “I… cumming… Toru.” He hummed as his hand left your thigh to rub his fingers against your throbbing needy clit, edging you closer to your orgasm. “Fuck… yes,” you screamed as your released yourself into the bliss of your orgasm, and despite the fat that you were trembling, Gojo kept fucking you through your orgasm, his hips thrusting sloppily into your cunt as he chased his orgasm. 

“Fuck keep cumming like that, I almost there,” he moaned as he glanced over at Geto to see that the long haired man was lost within his own pleasure. Geto was cumming really hard. He released a throaty moan as he squeezed and pumped his twitching cock as thick ropes of cum dripped from the tip of his fat cock. 

Now Gojo wasn’t gay, but that sight of his best friend coming just by watching him fuck into your tiny little pussy was enough to have his cock twitching heavily inside of your warm cunt as he came hard too. Gojo captured your swollen lips yet again as he released his semen inside your tight little hole, well inside the condom. You moaned against his lips and let him release every drop until he was done. Once he was done, he slowly pulled out of you and flipped you over on your tummy. It was now Geto’s turn

… 

You had little time to catch your breath when Geto climbed up on the bed and placed his hands on your cute little bottom. His hands began to massage your butt as he mumbled, “Toru fuck your little pussy good huh?” You shook your head yes as you turned your head to look back at him. “You should tell Toru thank you, sugarplum.”

“T-thank you, T-Toru,” you stuttered as Gojo’s tall frame appeared in front of you. 

He pressed a kiss on your forehead then whispered, “You’re welcome. Sugu is gonna take really good care of your pretty pussy now ok, Buttercup.” 

“You’re not leaving are you?” Geto asked as he lifted your lower half from the bed and positioned your body into a kneeling position. 

“Hell no, I wanna watch my buttercup get fuck by another big cock,” Gojo said as he sat on the chair that Geto was sitting in. Geto chuckled a bit as he stroked his condom covered cock. As much as they didn’t want to use protection, they had to because it was your first time. He pressed down the middle of your back into the bed making your arch before pressing the fat tip of his cock inside of you. You gasped, clutching the sheets tightly. 

“Ready, sugarplum?” Geto asked as he rubbed his hand on your butt. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“Yes what?” he asked. You were about to ask him what he meant by that but then you remembered that he called himself daddy a few times tonight. 

“Yes daddy,” you answered. He hummed in satisfaction before slowly pushing is cock deep inside your pussy. “FUCK…” he moaned out when your pussy plused around his shaft. Gojo was right, you were so wet, he could feel your wetness through his condom. “Fucking hell.”

“She has a damn good pussy. A fucking great pussy,” Gojo commented as he rest his back against the chair with his finger wrappe around his semi-erected cock. “And to think she wanted to keep this pussy all to herself and those fucking smut books.”

“Would have been a fucking waste,” Geto said as he drew his hips back and slowly thrust into your pussy and watched as your pussy slowly stretched open to welcome his thick, girthy cock. “Fuck.”

“Sugu… please move,” you begged as he pressed into you even more. 

“Mhm, fuck yeah,” Geto groaned as his hips began rolling at a slow pace to a build up. “Hmm.” 

You moaned as you pressed your face into the bed and arched your back even more. You’ve seen and read how deep a man cock can go in this position and you wanted to feel it. Deep inside your tiny little pussy. Geto smacked his heavy hand against your ass cheek then grabbed the burning flesh and massaged it while his other hand held onto your hips tightly. 

You gasped and moaned Geto’s name as he thrust deeper and faster, and each thrust had your head bopping slightly. Gojo watched from the side of the bed, his cock swelling in his hand and he pumped his cock that was aching and desperate for his release. Gojo smirked as he watched your face twist itself with pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Gojo cooed, as he stood up from the chair, moved closer to you and grabbed your face. He lifted your head so you could look at him while he mocked. “I don’t need to have sex be experienced. But look now taking two big fucking cocks. I thought you didn’t need to have sex Buttercup.” He released your face and before your head could fall back into place, his hand smacked your cheek. This was the second time his sexual actions shocked you and to be honest with yourself, you loved it. He smacked you yet again before grabbing your chin and whispered, “We’re gonna make you into our nasty little whore when we’re done with you tonight.”

“Don’t be mean Toru,” Geto said while smiling down at you. 

“I’m not being mean,” Gojo said as he slapped your ass on the other cheek before moving his hand to play with your cute little butt hole. You moaned as his finger circled around your entrance. “You like that?” he asked and you mumbled yes. “Gonna fuck your cute ass soon enough then.” 

You moaned as you pushed your hips back against Geto to meet his every thrust. Geto smiled before groaning as he kept fucking you in this position. His thick long cock was sliding deeper inside your cunt , so deep it had you now crying from the pleasure. “You’re fucking me so deep,” you cried and gripped the bed sheets tight. Geto chuckled from your cute attempt to fuck yourself on him, and he would have stop to let you do your work, but instead his hips snapped against you even faster. 

���Finger her little butt hole Toru,” Geto said to his best friend as he slowed his roll into gentle strokes that had you shuddering. You pussy got even more wet from this. “So fucking wet,” he mumbled as he listen to lewd sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck,” Gojo mumbled as he spat on his thumb and rubbed it over your puckered hole before slowly thrusting his finger inside your butthole. 

“Ugh… Ah,” you moaned out as Gojo matched the pace of his fingers and his fist to the rolling of Geto’s hips. You were feeling so good, to the point where you felt like you were no longer in your own body. 

Who would have thought that sex for the first time would have felt so amazing. You’ve heard stories of your peers experiencing sex for the first time and to be honest most of them weren’t good. Like your friend who lost her virginity to her ex-boyfriend under a cherry tree. That’s rough. 

But God, you were happy that your first time having sex felt this amazing. You can’t wait to boast to Toniann about this. 

Geto smacked your ass yet again, his hips and Gojo’s big finger picking up the pace. You can feel those knots forming in your tummy again. “I wanna cum again.” 

“Mhm, that’s good. Gonna cum around daddy’s cock?” he asked as his fingers found your clit and he began to play with it. 

“Mhm… Gonna cum for daddy,” your cried with tears rolling down your pretty face as he fucked your faster, harder and deeper. The bed creaked yet again, the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs grew louder with each thrust. You could barely think, your breaths were coming out in choppy desperate pants. 

“That’s right sugarplum, cum for daddy,” He said and smacked your ass yet again as Gojo thrust his thumb faster and stroked his cock even faster. The sting of his palm on your ass had you mind swimming in Euphoria. Geto could fuck your little pussy ass day. He can’t believe that underneath all your shy, feisty cute adorable self was a nasty whore who obviously has a daddy kink and a spit kink. 

The thought of pulling your head back to let Gojo spit in your mouth yet again had his cock twitching heavily inside your cunt. He was close to cumming and so were you. “Come on baby, almost there,” Geto groaned loudly behind you. Your thighs started to tremble as your third orgasm washed over you. “Yes, yes.”

“Look at her fucking go,” Gojo praised as he watched as you gushed around Geto’s cock. 

You moaned, back arching while you cried out Geto’s. You were so fucking deep in your orgasm you had no strength to tell him that you’re pussy felt weird. And weird as in overstimulated. But you didn’t mind that he kept thrusting to chase his own and it wasn’t long before Gojo came in his hand, followed by Geto pulling out of you while he cum inside his condom.

“You’re fucking amazing Buttercup,” Gojo said as he smacked your ass. 

“Daddy’s proud, Sugar plum,” Geto also praised as he bent his head down to kiss you messy pussy one last time for the night before he lifted you from the bed to go and clean up your poor fucked out body. 

… 

“Are you going to admit that having sex is way more fun than reading smuts?” Gojo asked as he kissed you on your lips. 

You huffed and rolled your eyes at him as you responded, “Never in a million years. Reading smut is much more fun.” 

“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your little pussy was saying another,” Gojo teased before cupping your ass in his hand. Geto laughed as he watched as you and Gojo went back and forth about your smut books while Geto rubbed your thighs. 

“You have a big mouth,” you said to Gojo as an insult but he only laughed at you before shaking his head. You joined in on the laugh as well after you’ve both calmed down, you asked. “So what are we now? I mean I just had sex with the both of you.” 

“Wanna marry me?” Gojo asked. You looked at him confused and Geto chuckled. “Wanna marry me and Sugu, Buttercup?”

“He’s asking if you wanna be our girlfriend?” Geto said. “It’s too early for marriage, Satoru.”

“Why? I wanna marry that pussy of hers, like right now and put a baby up in her,” Gojo said. 

You laughed before looking at Geto and said, “Yeah I wanna be your girlfriend, only if you alone me to read my smut books.”

“Have it your way baby,” he said and you, him and Gojo all laughed until you somehow found yourself later that night or let's say around 2 am in the morning, riding Gojo’s cock while Geto was making a video of the both of you.

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

@getosbigballsack 2023

[waughymommy]

OK sissies it's time to take your medicine, don't worry I can help you through this procedure if you are nervous, as there is really nothing to be scared about. Everyone has to try it at least once in a while and statistically speaking you will have already tasted cum at some point in your life, you just haven't been aware of it yet. Like previously I will split it up into 3 separate classes of comfort but in time if you go back to redo this task in time I do expect you to eventually move up from doing the easier tasks to doing the more daring ones.

The first stage for those of you out there who are nervous about trying it, I need you to do a few things In preparation for the task. I need you to go and get a bottle of some pineapple juice and drink half of it about 4-5 hours before completing the task I have for you to do, as the pineapple juice will make your seman taste a little sweeter. Dont forget to save a glass of it for when I say you need it. Now when the 4-5 hours are up, I want you to find a nice quiet relaxing room to sit back in comfort where you will be undisturbed by anybody so that you can carry out the task on your own so you feel safe and not judged on what you will be doing. I then would like for you to take a condom (preferably a flavoured condoms if you can get one) and place it over your clitty so that it can collect all of your sissy cummies when it's time to produce them. They I want you to pleasure yourself and spill your seeds into the condom, you can pleasure yourself to whatever you choose as long as it arouses you the most so you can produce your yummy cummies. Once you have finished I would like you to remove the condom being extra careful not to drop any cummies and then wait 5 or 10 minutes for the post nut clarify to fade away and it is time. I then want you to pour some of the pineapple juice into the condom to fill it up about half way, this is done to help dilute the cummies and allow you to be easily able to drink it down. Then it's just as easy as tilting your head back closing your eyes and quickly pouring it into your mouth and down the back of your throat. It really is as simple as that, no one but you will know that you have done it and you will be so proud that you have finally gotten over the fear of eating your own cum. Not only that but you will have made me proud of you also for facing your fears and realising that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The second tier will be a bit more challenging, for this task you going to need a condom, a dildo, a traffic warden and a pogo stick, I'm just fucking with you, no that's tomorrow 😉. No for this task you will just need to cum in a condom and drink it out in public, now you can either drink it straight out of the condom or you can secretly pour the condom into a cup of your chosen beverage and drink it out whilst out amongst the public. The difficult bit however is you have to be out drinking it with someone you know, who isn't aware of what you are doing. Good luck 😘

The third tier is the most challenging you have to go out with a person of your choosing and give them a blowjob in a public restroom have them cum all over you. You are then to scoop it off of your face and eat it, but if any lands in your hair or goes on your clothes you have to leave it on them without washing it off until you get home after remaining out in public for at least another hour.

I hope you enjoy carrying out these tasks and remember you can always reach out to me with any ideas or concerns you have, And If You're Very Serious About Having Me as Your Mistress/Mommy, MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN GET STARTED BABY 😘😘😘😘😘💦🍼💗❣️❣️🥰

[daisymbin]

it's not just a game - yoon jeonghan

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of alcohol

pairings: yoon jeonghan x afab reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, a hint of angst

a/n: this has not been proofread so i apologise if there's some mistakes. also, its been a little while since i posted zzzz

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jeonghan's pov 

the bottle spun and landed on me. ''truth or dare?'' as soon as the words left seungcheol's mouth, i knew i was utterly screwed, especially with that stupid sly smirk on his face. it didn't matter what i picked because i know, with both options, the boys would stir some shit up one way or another.

just to be clear, i am in no way a willing participant in this game, especially not when all of us are either drunk and tipsy. but of course, who am i to say no when seungcheol suggested this game earlier to y/n and she just had to drag me by my hand and ask me to play together. it's just a game hannie, don't be such a scaredy caaat

am i going to admit that i am scared? no. but am i scared? beyond that, i am terrified, mortified. why? because 30 minutes prior to y/n arriving at our flat, i had just been talking to seungcheol and joshua about her. after specifically telling them both that i dont think im ready to confess yet because as much as i hate to admit it, i become a stuttering mess in front of her. and i hate it because that's not me. that's not who i am. i am yoon jeonghan. i am confident! i don't get nervous. i don't get shy. ever. so why am i like this in front of her?

‘’hurry up, handsome. you're taking too long.’’ she whined; pulling my heartstrings. ‘’dare.’’ i said without putting much thought into it. ‘’who do you think is the most attractive person here?’’ soonyoung asked. 

‘’myself of course.’’ 

‘’aside from yourself, dumbass.’’ vernon laughed.

‘’im older than you! watch it.’’ i said jokingly as i punched his arm lightly.

‘’so? who is it?’’ seungcheol continued probing. 

‘’i'd rather take the penalty shot than answer this stupid question.’’

‘’ok fine, take the shot then.’’ joshua said dejectedly.

i poured myself a shot and lifted it to my lips, but before i downed it, ‘’come on guys, technically, he did answer the question.’’ y/n came to my defense. I immediately put the shot glass back on the floor. ‘’exactly. i did technically answer your question.’’ 

’yeah you did except, we're playing truth or dare and you weren't telling the truth. sooo……penalty shot.’’ vernon bit back. i gave him a tight-lipped smile and down the penalty shot in surrender.

this time, the bottle landed on soonyoung. ‘’alright, truth or dare buddy?’’ joshua asked soonyoung. ‘’mhmm…dare.’’

‘’i dare you to give y/n a kiss on the cheek'’ seungcheol said with a laugh. a kiss?????????? on the cheek???????? oh hell. ‘’what kind of stupid game is this?? you guys didn't even ask her. what if she doesn't want that??’’ i challenged.

‘’do you not want to y/n? if you don't, its really fine, jeonghan is right.’’ joshua said.

‘’i don't mind it. come on hannie, it's just a game.’’ she said as she looked at me with those eyes. if i didn’t know any better, i would have thought that it was those eyes of adoration..like..she feels something for me too. my breath hitched for a moment. but i do know better; lightweight y/n is just tipsy, maybe a little drunk. those eyes didn’t mean anything at all. 

and with that, soonyoung turns to his side and gave her a peck on her cheek, it felt agonizingly long, that is, until she looks up me while soonyoung still has his lips on her cheek. im conflicted. half of me feels…..feels jealousy. the other half of me feels..light…like im floating almost. ‘’s-soonyoung ah, thats enough.’’ i couldn't stand seeing it anymore. 

‘’come on, lets stop this. its already 230am.’’ i suggested. 

‘’lets just play one more round and then we'll call it a night.’’ vernon tried accommodating.

‘’oh yes! one more round! please hannie! i haven’'t had this much fun in such a long time.’’ how could i ever say no?

this time, the bottle landed on y/n. ‘’dare or dare y/n?’’ soonyoung asked. ‘’what do you mean dare or dare?’’ she pouted as she asked.

‘’come on, it's the last round of the night. lets make it fun! go with a dare please!’’ soonyoung asked her as he clasped his hands together; begging her with his puppy dog eyes. ‘’okay fine lets go with dare.’’ she answered as she patted soonyoung's head. no, i am not jealous.

‘’kiss……jeonghan hyung.’’ my eyes grew big as the words left soonyoung's mouth. is he crazy? has he lost his mind? my eyes glanced over to y/n slowly, trying to gauge her reaction. i watched as her eyes grew wide for a second before it turned into a smile. ‘’hannie, do you mind?’’ she asked me gently, as if gauging my reaction as well. ‘’i..i mind of course. what kind of friends kiss each other?’’ i said nervously as i picked up the penalty shot and downed it, handing the empty shot glass to her. ‘’here. i took the penalty shot for you. game over, let's all go to bed now.’’ i got up as soon as she took the shot glass from me. i'll try to erase the image of her frowning when i got up.

‘’y/n'’ i said as i entered my room and beelined for my closet. i turned around to make sure she was listening, but instead, i found her following me around like a hurt little lost puppy that's been kicked aside. frowning a little, i said ‘’you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.’’ 

‘’okay.’’ she said softly.

‘’whats wrong?’’

‘’nothing’s wrong.’’

‘’something is clearly bothering you. what's wrong?’’

at that, she hesitates for awhile before she broke the silence. ‘’is kissing me really that bad?’’

‘’no but we are friends! we can't kiss. that would be inappropriate and weird.’’ i tried to clarify, though i know this didn’t make things any better.

‘’well do we have to be just friends?’’

‘’what are you-'’

‘’kiss me hannie'’

‘’you don't know what you're asking of me, y/n.’’

‘’i do. i know what im asking of you so please. unless you really don't want to and the thought of kissing me disgusts you then i-''

i don't know what came over me but before i could register anything at all, i found my hand in her hair and the other on the side of her neck, guiding her to me. no, i did not shut her up with a kiss but my lips are brushing against hers. she's so close i can feel her breath hitching, i felt the beating of her heart speed up as i leaned down to press my lips on hers. i felt her hand come up to my side and fisted my shirt as if holding herself back from giving more into the kiss.

i pulled away slowly to look her in the eyes. the emotions swirling behind them were the same as she one the gave me earlier. ‘’it's not just a game is it hannie?’’ she asked as she looked down. i lifted her chin for her to look back at me, ‘’it’s not just a game, y/n.’’ 

[justmeinadaze]

Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)

A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.

If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.

Word Count:3304

“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon. 

Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work. 

“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled. 

“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”

“Why?”

“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”

“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car. 

“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly. 

“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”

“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend. 

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”

You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay. 

That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear. 

“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”

Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek. 

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”

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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal. 

Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now. 

As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”

“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”

You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”

“What do you mean, babe?”

“You’re trying to come in, right?”

“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”

Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise. 

“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”

Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to. 

“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”

“I-I’m not afraid of you.”

“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”

“No.”

“Your call.”

The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room. 

“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.” 

You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk. 

“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”

“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”

“Do you think we should let her cum to?”

“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”

The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”

You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”

Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”

He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress. 

“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”

Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face. 

“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls. 

He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core. 

“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach. 

He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”

“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”

“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.

Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.

As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”

Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs. 

“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!” 

Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth. 

“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”

“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”

Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter. 

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”

“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”

He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked. 

As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit. 

“Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”

“Yes, Steve, please!”

A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars. 

His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours. 

“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”

You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek. 

“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well. 

Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.

A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”

“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”

His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”

“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”

Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides. 

Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear. 

“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”

“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice. 

“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.

“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”

You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”

They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”

Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m ready for that bath now.”

“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him. 

Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body. 

You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin. 

“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”

“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain. 

“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”

“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”

“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek. 

“Did you two like it? Stevie?”

“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.” 

A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”

“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.

Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.

“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours. 

“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”

“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”

Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck. 

“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”

“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”

He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own. 

Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”

“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”

“Good because I’m starving.” 

The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task. 

Steve picks you up and places you on the couch. 

“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion. 

Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa. 

You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you? 

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.

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Play Fighting

dom! rhea ripley x sub! reader, degration/praise kink, overstimulation, strap on (reader receiving), rough fucking, oral sex (reader receiving), reader sucks rheas strap lol

it’s done guys 😁 also requests are open if you wanna suggest prompts or story ideas. I still need to update my request list tho so after i do that i’ll pin it

“Rhea Ripley! I challenge you to a match!!” You yelled jumping on to the bed. You put your hands on your hips and gave Rhea a wide grin.

“Oh do you now? You think you’ll win?” Rhea was teasing you as she got on the bed as well but you stood your ground.

“mhm! I’m one hundred percent!” you said smiling. Rhea just laughed.

“Ok but if you lose you’ll regret it”

“yeah yeah yeah I don’t care, TAKE THIS!” At full force you swung your right leg trying to aim and Rheas face. Now you were in no way a fighter or had any experience in fighting besides self defense. So expectedly, rhea caught your leg in a swift motion.

“Oh.” You froze and then gave rhea a nervous look trying to get her to free your leg, but she pulled you down and you plopped on the bed. From there she started to pin you down with you struggling to still win.

“And you said you were a hundred percent huh?” Rhea looked at you still struggling and she just snickered.

“ugh you suck” in the middle of struggling you saw an open point right in front of you, rheas stomach. You smiled and rammed your foot into it and Rhea was taken aback, letting you go. You ran away giggling and she was not having it.

“cant catch me!” you laughed only for it to be cut short when two big arms wrapped around your waist.

“noooo let go of me!” You felt yourself being put over rheas shoulder and you slumped in defeat.

“nice try darling, don’t be a sore loser now” She teasingly spoke. You crossed your arms pouting but at least you could enjoy the view in front of you.

“nice ass” you grinned. Rhea just rolled her eyes and ignored you making you laugh even more. Rhea then took you off her shoulder to throw you on the bed. She pinned you once again and you were throwing a fit.

“I refuse to lose!” you yelled.

“dont resist love, once i’m done with you i’ll make sure you’ll never think about challenging me.”

“yeah right!” you bit back. After that you felt hands grip the sides of your neck and you whimpered staring into rheas eyes.

“you wanna fucking try me whore?” rhea forced you to look at her and that finally got you to stop struggling. However you tested her enough today and it was time to face the consequences.

“you sure have a fighting spirit for someone who claims she’s not a fighter” rhea chuckled

“whatever, you never let me win”

“I like the look of you losing to me, now because you lost you have to do anything I say for twenty four hours” rhea smiled

“what! twenty four hou-“

“that means you ask to speak and only do so if I say you can.” rhea squeezed your neck again to get you to stop talking. you nodded your head

“good girl, now you can talk”

“Twenty four hours is too long…” you spoke quietly

“that’s too bad, I know you can do it I won’t make it too difficult for you.” you knew that was a lie, rhea makes things like this difficult on purpose. But you enjoyed it anyway and she knew that. You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend and pulled her into a kiss. Rhea grabbed a hold of your face and intensified the kiss making sure you knew she was in control.

“Rhea please..” you spoke gasping from the kiss

“aw does my little whore want somethin” you nodded your head while lookin away.

“well, you don’t get to ask for things” Rhea was softly touching your waist making you get goosebumps. Pulling away, rhea got up to get a few things for what she wanted to do with you.

“On your knees.” she was demanding and you followed, slowly kneeling down in front of her. rhea pulled out her strap and put it on, then aligned it to meet your mouth. You looked up at her with puppy eyes as you slowly wrapped your hand around her strap.

“don’t give me that look darling, you know what to do,” she caressed your head and you leaned into the touch. Your mouth got to work, licking and sucking her cock. Rhea let you go at your own pace with only sometimes pulling your hair to go deeper or faster. You loved the feeling of being used, small droplets formed in the corner of your eyes.

“yeah just like that love, you’re so good using your pretty mouth like that.” She praised you making get even more worked up. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you needed rhea to touch you where you so desperately wanted. Drool driped down your chin still sucking on rheas strap. Your hand wandered down to touch yourself but rhea caught you

“Did i give you permission to touch yourself?” she grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off of her cock.

“N-no” the pain from having your hair pulled sent shivers down to your core.

“So what made you think you could hm?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help it, I just wanted you to touch me” you whined

“You’re such a fuckin slut, you can’t even wait for me to do it?” She pulled you up and threw you on the bed. You were laying on your stomach, ass propped up for her to see.

“Count with me, or else i’m starting over” A harsh slap landed on you. You gasp struggling to speak

“one!..” Another slap.

“Ah! two!” this time it stung more than before. But you were enjoying it, juices now flowing down to your thighs. Rhea made you count 8 more times, by the time she was done you were crying and your ass was now a light shade of red.

“You’re doing amazing love.” She rubbed your sore cheeks and gave you a kiss.

“please…please touch me” you said through sniffles. Rhea laughed and finally started to touch your dripping pussy.

“You got this wet from me spanking you? I could slip two fingers into you so easily now. Maybe three?” Rhea whispered in your ear teasingly. You pushed your ass into rhea desperately and she grinned.

“I wanna feel your fingers, I need you so bad Rhea” you begged as she rubbed quick circles into your clit. Shortly after you said that, rhea swiftly inserted two fingers inside of you unexpectedly. You couldn’t contain the noises you made as she kissed your neck slowly.

“I think you can handle another finger, right princess?”

“o-oh oh fuck…it’ll be too much!” You were lying, you wanted to see how much you could take, you wanted her to push you to the max.

“You’re such a bad liar, love” Rhea added a third finger, stretching you out. Pleasure washed over you as she continued fucking you. You were close to release and rhea could feel it.

“Are you cumming princess?” you nodded your head babbling nonsense as your whole body tensed up. You shouted rheas name as you released all over her fingers. Rhea flipped over your exhausted body so you could lay on your back.

“Look at the mess you made.” She kissed your thighs lowering herself in between them. Your hands clenched the sheets.

“wait wait i just came!” You huffed.

“I never said we were done, i’m far from done with you angel.” She forcibly held your thighs open so you couldn’t resist. You felt Rheas hot tongue on you, cleaning you up and moving in a circular motion on your swollen clit. Your nerves were burning up as you were being overstimulated. Rhea moaned into your pussy making you become even louder from the vibration. You were close once again but rhea stopped.

“that’s not fair, I was so close” you wailed

“quit your whining, love” you let out an annoyed sound while looking away, until you felt something hit your entrance. You quickly looked back to see Rheas strap. Before you could protest, she gripped your hips and started to enter you. You whipped your head back cumming on rheas strap as she now slammed into you.

“look at what a slut you are, cumming from just entering your little hole” you were breathless as she fucked you hard and fast, fucking you past your orgasm. You were twitching uncontrollable. Rhea placed your legs over her shoulders, aiming to go deeper into you which you didn’t even think was possible. Her strap was bigger from the usual ones, the thought of it going deeper into you made you close again.

“f-fuck rhea you’re going to..ugh! break me!” You held on to her, leaving scratch marks on her back. Rhea groaned, her hand now around your neck. She was hitting all the sweet spots within you, the pleasure made you dizzy and dazed. Watering you down to a moaning mess.

“Come on princess, one more time for me” Rhea’s hand moved from your neck to your clit. Rubbing it while she was still deep in you, messing up your insides. You felt her pull out almost all the way, and was about to beg her to keep going from how close you were until she snapped her hips right back into you. You screamed and felt your body convulse, orgasm now approaching. Only a few more sharp thrusts were enough to get you over the edge one last time.

“Shit!” your hands grabbed onto anything in proximity, it was too much for you to handle. Rhea gave slow thrusts through your orgasm, turning your legs into jello. You finally calmed down, body now limp as your breath slowed.

“Such a good girl, have i tired you out?” Rhea pulled out of you, rubbing any sore spots on you.

“mhm…” You felt exhausted, but you still managed to cling yourself onto your girlfriend.

“can you kiss me please?”

“of course angel” she kissed you slowly and passionately as you drifted off to sleep. Rhea left and came back to get a towel to clean you up, admiring your beautiful body in the process.

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[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Blood of Zeus characters at the store

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(a special thanks to the amazing @randomfangirl2718 for helping me come up with this <3)

lets do this :)

Zeus: *holding heron up to a walmart screen*

Hermes: *taking a picture of the oh so touching moment*

Apollo: *laughing his butt off behind her hermes*

Dionysus: ITS THE CIRCLE OF LIFEEEEE

Artemis: *shaking her head in shame* I do not know any of them. I do not know any of them.

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Heron: why are we here again?

Artemis: because hera needs more bird seeds to feed her pets and we are running low on snacks *she eyes apollo and ares*

Ares: i apologize, but apollo had challenged me and i will not back down from such an easy challenge of eating.

Apollo: if it was so easy then why did you lose *he teases*

Ares: lies! of course i beat you

Apollo: well since its unclea how about another challenge? i challenge you to lift the heaviest weight in the store

Artemis: apollo no-

Apollo and Ares: *runs off*

Artemis: why cant they listen for once. *she groans*

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Random store clerk on the p.a: Zeus, please come to the front of fthe store to retrive your delinquents.

Zeus: *goes to the front*

Apollo: *turns his head in shame*

Hermes: we can explain this time we had good reasons

Zeus: those are?

Everyone: *silence*

Zeus: alright we'll deal with this when we get home. where is artemis and heron?

Random store worker: are these the two your looking for? *gestures to an annoyed artemis and a wet heron*

Zeus: ....yes

Heron: we wanted to free the lobsters.

Artemis: he wanted to free the lobsters *she grumbles*

Dionysus: cool! we stole wine.

Apollo: ..we broke half the shelves in the store

Random worker: youre all never welcome to shop here again you realize that right?

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Artemis: ok everyone, since we got banned from the last store for wine stealing, lobster freeing, shelf breaking reasons *she side-eyes her brothers* let's not do that this time.

Everyone: *nods and runs off*

Artemis: this is going to end badly isnt it?

Ares: has going out with them ever ended good?

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*in the stores garden section*

Artemis: sometimes i just dont get why they cant understand that they have to follow rules even if they are gods, you know i appreciate this alot. its hard to find someone who just listens *she pats the squirrel on the head.

Daphne: look at all of these beautiful flowers hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus: they are very pretty

Random person: ya, to bad they throw the ones they dont sell out. *walks away*

Daphne: we have to save these flowers! *she starts grabbing the flower boxes*

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Hermes: can you beilive they just give out free food here?

Dionysus: i know right! its awesome!

Hermes: that stand over there is selling wine sample's

Dionysus: ya, to bad its only one cup per person. *gets a look* unless...

Hermes and dionysus: *runs through the store with the wine tray and open bottle*

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Apollo: so you see if you just apply the darker shade of tanner then youll be beach ready in no time *he says to random people looking at tanner*

Apollo: dont you agree heron? *blank space where heron was* this is why we need a leash for him *he grumbles*

Heron: *lost somewhere in the store*

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Evios: *sneaks a small item in his pocket*

Kofi: *takes the item and puts it back on the shelf*

Evios: seriously? That is the 20th time man

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Alexia: *sees a punching dummy*

Alexia: *starts practicing*

Radndom people: *stares at her*

Alexia: what? It's what it's for.

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Zeus: *flirting with some girls*

Hera: *death glaring the girls*

aphrodite: Hera, you mustn't glare at those girls. they do not know that he's married. it's not that big of a deal

hera: oh really? so it's alright with you that Ares is doing the same thing?

Aphrodite: *angrily storms off to yell at the girls near Ares*

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Artemis: we're gonna have to find a new store aren't we? *she drinks her pop*

Ares: we knew that the second we walked in

Aphrodite: *screaming in the background*

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[th3secr3th1story]

getou reacting to you having a mental breakdown/crying

geto reacting to a breakdown

of course, thank you for the request! hope you're ok

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst ig, first time writing in present tense wheww yazan dont fuck it up..., soft!geto, reader is stresseddd about life, crying, established relationship, no prns used, if u see any typos IM SORRY. i proofread but it's late and im tired!

words: 1,026

some days are harder than others. ups and downs are normal (and expected), but knowing that doesn't make difficult times any easier to manage.

you're a strong student, there's no doubt in that. you consistently perform well in all your assessments, sparring sessions, and missions, but sometimes it feels like the better you perform the better you're expected to do.

that day, geto is able to tell something is off. you didn't participate as often as you usually do in class, your typically composed expression seemed strained, you ate your lunch slower than usual, and despite beating him in a fight, you seemed less focused.

"are you okay?" he asks as the two of you walk down the hallway, turning your face gently to look at him.

"yeah, just didn't sleep too well last night," you smile, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand before quickly heading off to the bathroom.

despite being in a relationship with geto for over a year now, vulnerability is still challenging. not to say you've never confided in him, since there's no one you trust more, but putting thoughts into words never comes easy.

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you don't know how you make it through your last class. just the thought of all your homework, your upcoming mission, the fact that it's only october, if you're really going to be risking your life for a living--you can't wait for the school day to be over.

once the final bell rings, you gather your things and leave the class, not stopping to thank the teacher or say bye to your friends as you normally do.

"what's up with y/n today?" gojo questions.

that confirms geto's suspicions. something is wrong, and he's ready to help.

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once you reach the dorm, you shut the door and flop down onto the bed with a sigh.

"is it always going to be like this?" you wonder, feeling the stress from the day pressing down on your chest, practically suffocating you.

before you know it, half an hour of staring at the ceiling has gone by before a knock shakes you out of your thoughts.

sliding the door open, you see geto standing there staring right at you with his hands in his pockets.

"hey," he says, breaking the silence.

"what're you doing here? is everything okay?" you question, beckoning him in.

"you've been acting off today. even satoru noticed, which is definitely saying something since he's always in his own bubble," he grumbles the last part, smiling a little.

"what's going on? i need you to talk to me," he continues.

sitting down on the bed, you sigh for what has got to be the thousandth time in the last 12 hours and try to figure out how to formulate your words.

"today was just hard, i guess? i don't really know," you mumble, not even sure of what to say.

"what do you mean?" he asks, encouraging you to open up, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your leg.

"i just feel like there's a lot of pressure to do well, from my parents and teachers," you respond, not sure if you were talking to him or yourself.

"like, the more missions i come back from successful, or the more projects i do well on, the better i feel like i have to perform. which of course isn't a bad thing--i mean it's probably a good thing, actually," you start, feeling the familiar stinging of your eyes.

"but it's still kind of tiring because i feel like i can't really catch a break. like, once i finish something, there's always something else waiting for me," you stop for a second to sniffle as the tears start to fall, quickly wiping them away.

geto scoots closer and wraps his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"and i get this is the life of a jujutsu sorcerer and i just have to suck it up and get used to it, but it's hard, you know? i don't know how to get my shit together."

your breaths are coming in quicker now, placing your elbows onto your knees so you can lean into the palms of your hands.

"i'm just tired, suguru. really tired," you choke.

"i feel like i'm going insane. i mean, what if i fuck up my next mission and then that's it?" you ask, letting silence wash over the both of you as you cry into your hands. you shake your head, feeling the embarrassment push through you.

at first, geto doesn't say anything, processing your words, before he pulls you back into his arms, hugging you tightly and letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

"i get what you mean, y/n. you're not crazy," he whispers into your hair, rubbing your back as you continue to cry hard.

"you keep talking like you're alone," he continues, "but you're not. satoru's here, shoko's here, baby-" he turns your head so that you can look at him, "-i'm here."

"expectations are challenging, and they can definitely feel suffocating. but you're more than a failed mission," he whispers softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"mistakes are inevitable, and yes, failure is always a possibility. it's unrealistic to expect yourself to complete every single mission perfectly, you know. i doubt anyone ever has."

"but what if i disappoint everyone? i don't want to be a failure," you whisper, shaking your head as you look away from geto.

"listen, it still doesn't mean you're weak or incapable. you're the strongest person i know, and your dedication to everything you do just proves that," he smiles, pulling you in so you can rest your head on his shoulder again.

"stronger than you and satoru?" you ask, finally smiling a little as the tears begin to subside.

"way stronger," he responds, kissing your forehead before pulling the two of you down to lay on your bed.

"wait, i have homework, suguru-"

"just for a bit, baby. i know how tired you are, it's okay," he whispered, pulling you in closer and beckoning you to finally close your weary eyes.

[ttttobistuff]

“Same old woods”

Request: ( @lixamplanet ) Please please please male reader x aged up dipper, some fluffy smut with lots of nipple sucking 😭✋ Ily so much i dont know if this was ok, is my first time requesting something

A/N: I did it as fast as possible, mainly because you were quite nice. I hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request as much as you wish!

TW: NSFW, aged up character

Years had passed since the last time the Pines family was together, just like the good old time. Back when both Mabel and Dipper were merely two children, afraid of the unknown. It had all changed from back when they were twelve. Life had been certainly challenging for both the twins, but having one another always helped them pull through it all.

After one lonely evening, Mabel’s long, brown hair moved alongside the soft autumn wind. As the floor became flooded with the comforting colors of pumpkin orange, and the smell of cookies impregnated her nostrils, she thought of home—her real home, at least. Gravity Falls, the small town hidden in the curiosities of Oregon. Every summer, she felt welcomed. As if the entire city opened up their arms to embrace her in a warm hug. She craved such feeling, and with nostalgia creeping up her spine, she succumbed to it.

Calling upon her brother, she announced to him a surprise and quite improvised trip to Gravity Falls. He seemed surprise, yet he accepted. Mabel noticed a strange intension behind his eyes, a lingering thought. Of course she made the intention of her trip to figure out what exactly was bothering her brother. Dipper Pines, the man who would be distracted from his studies by absolutely nothing. She wondered what could it possibly be…but quickly, she stumbled upon a conclusion: you.

That boy, who mysteriously appeared and disappeared as if he was made of mist. The one who stayed close to her brother no matter the place. He who took Dipper’s eyes away from the redhead and onto himself. The boy who would not let go off his hand, and always had ro be touching him. That mysterious boy who, one day, seemed to be erased from Dipper’s memory.

She smiled to herself, and ignored the questions her brother asked regarding it. Mabel began planing, arranging things and, finally, everything was put together. It had only been little over a week, and Dipper had had time to ponder about his old life. He seemed even more terrified now to step back into that town, but for some reason, he didn’t turn down the chance of staying in his university dorm.

Long hours of driving, couple of bad restaurants, and hundreds of pop songs later, they arrived. Gravity Falls, right ahead. The only thing which now separated them from their childhood memories was a couple of minutes.

Dipper’s hands trembled, and Mabel had to take the wheel for the rest of the trip. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Dipper, they got to the Mystery Shack in less than half an hour. He stepped down the car with wobbly legs, and rigid shoulders. Cold sweat made its way down his back, caressing his skin with goosebumps. He was not ready, he was scared…but of what?

Mabel’s suspicions were confirmed as soon as Dipper lost his balance, and had to bring himself up after seeing someone. A boy. You.

His pale cheeks turned red as the boy approached him to help, with a worried expression on his face. His hands were placed upon Dipper’s bare forearms. Just as quickly, a mixture of relief and euphoria had began to brew within Dipper. How intensively their eyes searched and met each other, the loud palpitations, it all confirmed Mabel’s suspicions in an instant.

“H-hi, I did not expect t-to see you here!” But of course, Dipper’s brain was boiling in shame and excitement. He had forgotten about Mabel, or about both of his Grunkles. No one mattered more than that boy in front of him. Dipper made sure he knew, and the boy doubted not for a second.

“You wouldn’t mind if I steal him for a while, right?” You asked, looking over at Mabel. Her smile could not be more obvious, and she nodded rapidly. As soon as you had both Stanley’s and Stanford’s permissions, you grabbed Dipper’s hand and walked—no, ran into the woods.

Mabel knew both would be okay, more than okay.

…

With his back against a thick, ancient tree, Dipper smiled in disbelief. Could it be possible the same lips were kissing him once more? Could it possibly be the same man, who once made him feel as if the world didn’t exist? As if the world didn’t matter at all? He wasn’t dreaming.

As you placed your lips over his, you could not help but smile too. Your body kept him pushed against the wood, and your hands travelled through his body. As roughly as you had wished for so long, your fingertips caressed each part of his skin. His soft, and warm skin

Your hands slid under his blouse, and began toying with his chest. It was slightly more sensitive than you could recall, but lot has changed since you both were teenagers. His jawline became sharper, yet the bags under his eyes are as bad.

One thing that did not change was the softness of his lips, the touch of his tongue inside your mouth, his quiet moans. Those things which you so dearly missed.

Dipper moaned louder once your fingers found his nipples. Delicately touching them, his hands held onto your hips as he tried to control himself. He was stressed a few minutes ago, but now, his body could not possibly be controlled. His desire was too much to handle.

Your lips travelled down his neck, straight to his chest. Your knees hit the ground, and his hands combed through your hair. The fervor of your mouth took in his firm nipples, leaving them reddish. He shook, and his thighs threatened to give in, let him fall. You held his hips firmly, while he occasionally pulled strands of hair from pure pleasure. His mouth could not stay shut. His whimpers filled the air, delighting you.

A growing bulge in his pants caught your attention, and made you smirk. Your hands caressed it softly, teasing him through his jeans. You awaited for his eyes to find yours.

“May I?” You requested, as your lips kissed his covered erection.

“Yes, please—” as he said so, your cheek pressed against it. A whimper interrupted him, his fingers wrapped tightly around your hair. You opened his zipper, and pulled down his trousers. Kissing his tip, you went back to his nipples once more. While one hand masturbated him, your lips wrapped around his nipples. He pressed your head against them, hoping for you to stay there longer.

You could feel his cock twitching, his consciousness slipping away. He drifted away as he moaned, and lost himself to the pleasure. Not caring about decency anymore, Dipper made sure you heard him clear. He wanted you, and he had been wanting you for far too long.

Finally, while your mouth stayed wrapped around his tender nipple, he got to his climax. A raspy moan escaped his throat, and his fingers still held you thoroughly against his chest. His liquids ruined your clothes, and made him blush again. You got up, being eye to eye with him.

“Ah, you will pay for this,” you uttered, in between huffs of exhaustion.

Dipper looked at your eyes, deeply and without shame. He pushed you away, enough for him to get on his knees.

“Take what you want,” he replied, in a lustful way, “I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Hah, don’t worry, I won’t be leaving after this…”