#god i need him so badly ahhh

[vampykween]

i would be such a good little housewife to price doing all the little chores, baking lots of yummy treats, and letting him fuck whenever, wherever - letting him fill me up and give him lots of chubby babies

[writing-good-vibes]

all in the name of love

guess who's back !! i invite y'all to watch your favourite fanfic author project her own insecurity regarding intimacy/relationships onto this random hot topic employee. i put vincent through the ringer in this one, apologies in advance. bold is asl, as always. divider images by @/suckgirl. check out sol's art that heavily inspired vincent's smoking habit 🚬😈. domestic sinclair content for the most part but WARNING for some mild spicy implications because i am giving bo too much credit for his hoeing around.

When they are 9 years-old, Bo comes home from school one day and tells Vincent all about his day.

His class has been reading Charlotte's Web, and Bo doesn't like Zuckerman because he was going to eat the pig. He had meatloaf for lunch, and sat next to Scotty Jones, which was good because Scotty is the coolest kid in their grade. In geography they're still going over the State Capitals, which is really boring because Bo already knows all of the State Capitals. At recess he got married to Missy Landry.

At recess, Bo got married to Missy Landry.

Vincent nods and listens when Bo tells him how pretty Missy is. She has brown hair and brown eyes and is the best at jump rope and sits two seats in front of Bo in class. She's friends with Tanya Freeman who is the prettiest girl in their grade and who got married to Scotty at recess last Tuesday.

Vincent doesn't go to school with Bo, he stays at home and Mama teaches him all of his lessons. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic. Lester doesn't do any lessons yet because he's barely more than a baby. Or at least that's how Vince still sees him.

Vincent has read Charlotte's Web and has PB&Js for lunch and knows all of the State Capitals by heart.

Vincent doesn't have anyone to marry out on the schoolyard.

When they are 12 years old, Bo comes home from school with a handful of Valentines.

The two of them sit on Bo's bed and, as Vincent looks over each card, covered in glitter and pink gel pen love hearts, Bo tells him about the girls that sent them. The girls who giggled as they dropped their tokens of affection onto his desk as they passed by, and the ones that blushed.

Lisa and Tara and Christine and Becky.

Vincent traces each heart, each xoxo, with care. He puts the cards aside and tries to brush the glitter from his hands. It sticks in the creases of his palms and glints from the fabric of his baggy blue jeans.

He thinks, absently, about Joshua Mayer who lives down the hill from them. He has red hair that is almost as red as the hearts on Bo's Valentines.

Bo is still talking. He says he didn't send any Valentine's, because he doesn't care about soppy, girly things like that.

When they are 14, Bo gets himself a date to their first high school dance.

This is the first year that the twins have gone to school together. Mama said it would be better for Vincent to be around kids his own age for a while, and that she just didn't have the time to teach him what he needed at home anymore.

The lucky girl is Missy Landry. Vincent remembers her. Bo married her at recess when they were 9. It seems like their marriage is going well, and to think Vincent had expected they'd be divorced by now.

Vincent had though Bo didn't care about the dance. But he watches anyway as Bo walks up to Missy after Algebra and says, "Wanna go to the dance with me?"

That's it. Seven words that make up a question that Bo already knows the answer to. That everyone already knows the answer to.

Missy says yes and Bo grins. They briefly discuss their plans, before Missy's friend is tugging her elbow because the bell is about to go for next period.

The twins turn to make their way to their own classes.

"Who are you gonna ask?" Bo asks.

Vincent turns with a start. "What?"

"To the dance," Bo reiterates, though he knows Vince knows exactly what he meant. "You're going to ask someone, right?

Vincent shrugs, watches as Christine Deville passes them in the opposite direction. In the first week of their English class, Christine had forgotten her copy of Catcher in the Rye and had to share Vincent's copy, under teacher's orders. Vincent felt the sweat prickle on the back of his neck as Christine asked, "Should I move over to you?" He shook his head, shuffled his desk closer to hers and held the book as steady as he could, dutifully turning the page when necessary and certainly not making eye contact with the pretty girl next to him.

He doesn't make eye contact with her now, either. She passes them by without a second glance.

When they are 17 years-old, Bo is late driving him and Vincent home from school one Friday.

Vincent waits around the truck, swinging his legs from where he is sat on the dented hood. He and Bo aren't in the same 8th period, so they always meet at Bo's truck after the final bell and drive home. Across the lot, he sees Joshua Mayer. Now he's almost as tall as Vince and plays the tuba in marching band. He's with his band friends, all packing their instruments into someone's SUV. Joshua has a loud laugh, he always has, and it makes Vincent smile behind the mask. He dutifully ducks his head down anyway.

Bo ends up being almost 20 minutes late, and the parking lot is emptying out by the time he saunters up to his twin, looking far too pleased with himself.

"I have a date with Stacy Leblanc tonight," he says, hopping into the drivers seat and switching the ignition.

Vincent follows, climbing in the passenger side door and throwing his school bag into the back seat. "Is that why you were late?"

"Time is it?" Bo asks. He doesn't wear a watch, so Vincent does.

Vince shuffles the sleeve of his hoodie up and checks the time. "3:18."

"I'm not that late," he chides, putting the truck into gear and driving out of the lot. "Had plans to make, didn't I? M'pickin' her up at 6."

They drive in silence for a while, until they get to the long stretch of road that leads back to Ambrose. It's secluded, with tall, windswept trees on either side and a dwindling trickle of traffic.

Bo glances over at Vincent, feeling a heaviness in the air that always comes when it isn't a good time for Vince to speak but he has something to say anyway. Humming lowly with interest, Bo sits back in his seat.

Vince leans forward, twisting in his seat to better face his brother. "I thought you said Stacy Leblanc was a slut?"

He did say that, last week actually. "Yeah well, she should know what she's doing then, shouldn't she?" He grins, raising his brows almost comically.

Vincent shrugs noncommittedly. "If you say so."

Bo smirks, pushing playfully at Vincent's chest. He leans back against the passenger door to get out of Bo's reach. "What, you jealous? I could put in a good word for you, if you want? Then maybe you'll finally get some."

When they are 21, Vincent drops out of college and Bo has to come and pick him up.

They don't talk for a long while. They pack Vince's things up into boxes and stack them in the back of Bo's truck. Each box is labelled. Clothes. Bedding. Books. Supplies: Paints. Supplies: Tools. Supplies: Sketching.

He stops by at a few of his friends dorms to say goodbye. He doesn't tell them he's not coming back in the fall. Just as he's leaving the dorm block, he runs into another friend. A girl from his Art History class. They'd been to parties together, sipping wine in the corner, sometimes his free hand would brush hers, but they never talked about that. He says one more goodbye and then turns to leave

He finds the truck parked across the street. Bo is sat on the dented hood, smoking.

"Who's the lil' blonde?" Bo gestures discreetly over Vincent's shoulder with the cigarette packet.

Vince takes a smoke and slowly turns to look in the direction Bo is pointing. Of course he knows who Bo's talking about, but what harm is there in one last look?

She's continuing down the side walk, the same way she was going when Vincent crossed her path that final time. As she rounds the corner of the block, she casts a glance over her shoulder, gives a half-wave in Vincent's direction, and then disappears out of his life. Or he is about to disappear out of hers? Same difference.

When he turns back to his twin, Bo is holding a lighter out, the flame flickering in the faint breeze. Vincent shifts his mask off, dangling it gently from his fingers for a second, before he deposits it safely next to Bo. As Vincent leans forward to light his cigarette, he lets his hair fall just enough to cover his face.

Pulling away and taking the first testing drags, Vincent replies, "Loretta."

"She's cute," Bo nods, like he's appraising a piece of antique furniture. "She put out?"

Vincent shakes his head.

When they are 22, the guy that Bo had sworn he wasn't dating moves out of Ambrose, so he convinces Vincent to come with him to the closest bar for some of that brotherly bonding they hadn't had a lot of time for in the past few months. He most definitely is not drowning his sorrows.

Vincent doesn't go out much anymore, but he usually accompanies Bo without much fuss. At least he can drive them home, so Bo doesn't total the truck. And to think, once upon a time, Vince was worried that it'd always be him that totalled the Chevy.

They sit at the bar and Bo drinks and Vincent smokes.

A girl with brown hair and brown eyes appears beside Bo and he buys her a drink, because Bo has never been immune to a pretty girl. She bats her lashes and Bo excuses them to "get some air".

Vincent waits, watching the clock above the bar. Sometimes, he wonders if Bo brings him along to be a comparative wingman. Because, Vincent knows, any girl in their right mind would rather hook up with Bo, especially when they see that he is the ugly alternative. He ashes his cigarette into the green glass ash tray.

There's a man, with cropped black hair and broad shoulders, at at the other end of the bar. Vincent can't help but stare. Well-timed glances which make his own heart flutter. He's practiced a smile in the mirror before; no teeth, nonchalantly suggestive. Instead, he watches for the flex of muscle that suggests movement in the other man, suggests he might get caught, and dutifully averts his gaze. When the man downs the last of his beer and leaves, Vince sighs, chin resting on his hand. That could have been an almost, he thinks.

Bo comes back, without the girl, after about 20 minutes. The flush on his face is cooling down, but he's still tucking his t-shirt back into his jeans by the time he arrives back at the stool next to Vince's.

"Where's your 'friend'?"

"She has places to be."

Vincent grunts, turning away to get a new smoke from the packet between them on the bar.

Bo nudges his twin, making him look back at him. "Don't be jealous. You're too good for a girl like that, anyway."

Vincent knows that isn't exactly true. He thinks, at this point, he'd take just about anyone who would have him.

[lazyjellyfish300]

Long Distance 📞🩷

Miguel O'Hara x afab S/O reader

Synopsis: phone sex with Miguel. You're in your hotel room after a work conference and he's in another dimension tracking anomalies. Y'all have some fun on the phone. Dialogue only. I made a fluffy angsty spin off of this detailing more about your relationship, along with a spicy part 2

TW: MINORS DNI. Phone sex, smutty dialogue, fingering, masturbation. This is pure filth.  Black text is him, red is you.

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Stop. 

Please. It'll be fun. 

This is actually insane. 

No it's not, babe, a lot of people do it. 

Like who?!

I dunno, my friend Jazmin did it with her boyfriend once when he was on vacation for like 2 weeks. 

Okay we're not going to. ESPECIALLY if it's coming from Jazmin. 

Pleaseeeeee. 

Well, you get to start then. 

Come here often? Badum tssss. 

Wow. You're horrible at this. 

Unh *fake moan* 

Heh. That was kinda hot. 

You're joking. 

I am. Try again. 

*Sigh*. Miguel, I.... you don't know how badly I miss you right now. 

What do you miss about me? 

Everything. Your eyes, your hair, your lips. The way you hold me.  Your God awful jokes.

Go on. I'm enjoying this. 

If you can see me, I just rolled my eyes. 

Awh, don't be like that. 

Ugh. 

Be serious. 

Remember when we went camping in the Catskills?

Yeah?

I want you to fuck me that good all the time. 

....you liked it that much? 

.....*sighh* yeah. Yeah.......

Are you touching yourself?

Yeah...

Where are you touching yourself, baby?

I'm rubbing this tight little pussy imagining you stretching me out.

Fffuck. Baby....

Miguel...

Baby, keep making those sounds for me. I'm stroking my cock right now. 

Miguel. I need you so fucking bad. 

Really baby? You want me? 

God yes... 

You want this cock?

God, yes baby, I'm a little whore for your cock.

Say that again, baby.

I'm a little whore for your cock.

Tell me how good I fuck you. 

When you fuck me it feels like heaven baby. God I get so drunk on your cock. 

Oh my fucking God....

Mmm yeah....I want you to pound me like the little slut I am. 

Ohhh....oh I'm gonna fuckin pound you baby. I'm gonna make you so dumb for this cock. 

What else are you gonna do to me baby? 

I'm gonna fuck that little pussy like it belongs to me. I'm not gonna stop til you can't walk. 

Miguel...

Baby... God I love it when you say my name. 

Miguel, Miguel, Miguel....

Mierda... you don't know what that does to me....

I'm so fucking wet right now...so tight. 

Keep fingering yourself for me baby. Imagine it's me. 

Tell me what to do. 

Want you to start rubbing that clit for me. Can you do that baby, hmm? 

Ahhh... aughhhh baby I'm too sensitive. 

That's okay baby you can do it. Be a good girl for me. 

Ohhh Miguel.. it's too much. 

Yeah.. yeah you like it right? You like what I'm doing to you, huh baby? Making you so dumb for this thick cock. 

I can't baby, I can't...I'm gonna cum. 

Not yet baby, I'm not done with you. 

*Whimpers* please... 

I promise I'll let you cum baby, I promise, you gotta do what I say though. 

Okay baby. 

Stick your finger in that tight pussy and move it for me until it feels good. 

Ohhh...

You doing it? 

Yes baby. 

Good. How does that feel?

Feels so good baby, I love your finger inside me. 

Add another finger for me, love.  

Ow.. oh...

Such a dirty girl. Taking it so good. 

Mmmm yeah I'm such a dirty girl for you. 

Yeah you are baby. Put another finger in that tight pussy. 

Baby it hurts...

It's okay, it's okay, baby. Relax for me. If I was there I'd loosen you up with my tongue. 

Yeah? 

Yeah baby I love tasting you. Taste so fucking good when I make you cum on my face. 

Oh.... 

You got another finger in that pussy for me? 

Yes, yes baby I do. 

Good girl... go ahead and cum for me. 

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[torialefay]

hello! can i please request hyunjin + #11? ♥️ shy reader x bad boy (with soft spot for reader) hyunjin? 🫠

here you are baby <3

🍭 Don't Cry, I Thought You Liked It 🍭

• you didn't know what to expect... it was your first time after all.

• in the 2 months that you'd officially been dating hyunjin, your world had become completely different

• every week, he introduced you to something new. you knew how kissing worked, how blowjobs worked, and how sex worked, but they weren't things you'd actually TRIED before. and sometimes, that change can be scary.

• from looking at hyunjin on the outside, you'd have thought he'd make it even more scary.

• his face was always stone cold and you could barely get him to crack a laugh at anything. he was just so. fucking. cool.

• effortlessly cool.

• which is why when you found out that he was interested in you- inexperienced and unassuming- you thought it was a joke.

• but here you are, a few months later, with your now boyfriend about to bury his face in between your legs.

• "alright my love, you've got to tell me what feels good for you, okay?" he said, taking your hands in his.

• "okay jinnie, i will do my best," you took a deep breath. all of this was so new to you. you didn't know at all what to expect.

• "look down at me so i can watch and make sure you're enjoying yourself, baby" he said sweetly. once your eyes locked onto his, he sent a sweet smile to you.

• hyunjin slowly started working his way with kisses up your thighs, alternating back and forth between which one.

• when he got to your pussy, he licked softly at first, up and down. nothing too specific. he just wanted to gage your reaction.

• it felt different. not BAD, just different.

• his eyes locked with yours in a questioning look, as if asking "is this okay?"

• you nodded, wishing so badly you could close your eyes to focus, but then again... this view.

• you honed in on your boyfriends face as he started to move from licking up and down you to focusing his attention more around the clit.

• you almost jumped off the bed when he found the sensitive spot and sucked it into his mouth.

• god he looked so FUCKING HOT.

• still holding both of your hands in his, he sucked in on your clit and held it there, rubbing his tongue around it in a circle.

• "mmmm" you let out a soft moan, trying to keep your eyes focused on him. his blonde hair had fallen down in his face slightly, highlighting all the way down to where his mouth rest on top of you.

• "ahhh so that's how my girl likes it," hyunjin smiled and said as he popped off. "tell me how more pressure feels now baby. get ready for me, okay?"

• you braced yourself as he brought his pretty lips back down to the same spot, but sucked even harder to the point that.... was- was he biting?

• you couldn't tell, but the pressure was overwhelming to the point that it just felt too fucking good.

• you felt your stomach bunch up as hyunjin started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a few deep chuckles and how much it made you writhe.

• you tried to pull your hands away from his, just to be able to control some form of your body. but he wouldn't let go. instead, he grabbed them tighter and held them down by your side, pinning you down so that he could finish you off.

• "uhhhh right there," you said, about to cry from the pleasure. it was too much. it was too intense.

• you began to buck your hips up into his face as best you could. you needed ANY amount of friction you could get.

• hyunjin wasn't having it though. he could have giggled at the site of you. his perfect girl starting to get so naughty for him. maybe he was getting to be a bit of a bad influence.

• "jinnie. i think i'm gonna cum," you whispered, as you felt a jolt run up one leg, then the other.

• he still didn't let up, he just continued to suck and suck and rub with his tongue until you were completely gone.

• you couldn't help yourself anymore.

• "jinnie-" you cried out. "i'm cumming, oh fuck," you cried just a little louder.

• your back contorted up in pleasure, your legs splayed out in every direction before trying to kick hyunjin to get him off of you. of course he was determined to stay latched on though. to lick and suck and kiss until you were a crying mess.

• you kicked yourself around every way you could think of, but he wasn't letting you go. tears built up in your eyes again as you felt another wave of orgasm come over you.

• it crashed hard as you felt your body violently shake and your mind go blank. your clit was so sensitive at this point that you didn't know what to do.

• big tears started to come out now as you came down from your second high. there was nothing else you could do.

• hyunjin pulled off of you, finally satisfied with his work.

• "don't cry pretty baby, i thought you liked it," he smirked.

[normansnt]

Sweet Valentine.

(Platonic!Reader x Huskerdust)

(Implied Reader x Alastor)

Male reader

(Again not my art idk who's sorry but its so good😭💗)

Warnings: None I think

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"Stupid fucking, son of a-"

Husker was sitting by the bar and doing something that didn't look like drink mixing.

That was because it indeed wasn't he was trying to make a valentine card but that damn glue just didn't listen to him. He has a lot of glue in his fur now. And you noticed that.

"Heyyyy Husk, how's it... how's it going?" You asked a bit taken aback by what you were seeing...or the lack of understanding of it.

"Ahhh its nothing" He said back in a very grumpy tone.

You slid a bit closer to what he was doing.

You saw a heart cut out (badly) from a pink colored paper and some glitter on the side.

You stared at it for some time and than it clicked. Husk was making a valentine card for someone. The thought melted you heart.

"Husker that is so sweet who is it for?" You asked, eyes sparkling with interest.

"None of your beeswax kid." He answered, still grumpy.

You didn't get offended, this was nothing new to you, Husker was just like that.

However you could clearly see that he was struggling.

"Well, all right but if you need help you know where to find me." You answered with a smile as you left the bar to go to your room.

You knew it was for Angel. But you still wanted to ask to get Husker to admit out loud that he liked him.

You were right, of course, Husk needed help. But he didn't want to go to you. He felt like that would be admitting defeat and since he didn't want to ask anyone else either he turned to the next best thing: romance movies.

And thats how now you were standing in the kitchen with a blown up cake (somehow) a broken table in the middle burnt table cloth on top, and plates and roses shattered on the floor.

"Sooo, Husk, dear, what the hell did you do?" You asked looking at him.

"Ahhh god damn it I just wanted to make a romantic dinner for Angel but it all went to shit." Husk was looking at the floor in defeat.

You chuckled at that.

"Husk you should have just come to me, I've know Angel for a long time now and he is one of my best friends. Listen, Angel does not give a fuck about fancy dinners or roses and shit. The only thing you have to do is be yourself, as cliche as it sounds, just tell him you like him and make him a drink at the bar that would be already enough for him knowing he can spend the evening talking to you."

Husk looked at you in disbelief, but he was relieved. Just sitting by the bar and chatting over a drink was more favorable for him as well.

And so on Valentines day you went down to the bar early in the morning to visit Husk and attempt to sooth his nerves.

That was going to be harder than you thought. Husk was cleaning glasses, bottles, anything he could get his hands on in the bar out of nervousness.

"Heeeyyyy, Husk...you good?" You attempted.

"No, (Y/N) I am in fact NOT good how the heck am I supposed to tell him that I like him."

"You just said it...of course that was in third person lets try in second person next-"

"NO (Y/N) you don't understand I cant do this I'll just give him a drink like usual and we'll talk normally-"

You interrupted Husker by grabbing his ear.

"Oww mother fuck-man what are you doing?"

"Listen to me Husker, this is the day of love and you are in love with Angel there is nothing else to say you have to confess, it will make him so happy."

"How do you know that? What if he just laughs in my face and tells me get my old brain out of the gutter."

You stared at him in disbelief. Of course you knew that Angel likes Husk, you were the first person he told it too. But you cant tell Husk that.

"Husker, do you really think Angel would ever say that?"

"...no"

"Exactly because he is the sweetest guy and you know that, even if he rejects you, people will always be happy if they hear that someone loves them, you will make him happy, and lets face it Angel needs it."

Husk looked at the bottle in his hand and put it down.

"I'll...try my best." He sighed at last.

At that you jumped behind the counter and hugged him.

"Ok, good luck" with those last words you jumped back out and walked away to your hiding place...where you found every other resident except Angel was already excitedly waiting for whats going to happen.

"Erhmm...hey guys whatcha doing here?" You asked them confused.

"Shhh...Angel is coming" shushed you Charlie with an excited smile.

"Ahhh...good morning Husk, have you noticed that the hotel seems kind of empty?" Asked Angel.

"I have not seen anyone except you this morning." Husk was still cleaning glasses, probably for the 3rd time this morning but it helped with his nerves.

"Interesting I guess the couples are celebrating valentines day but I don't know about the others."

You guys just sat behind the corner where you were just out of view and tryed to listen to their conversation.

"Can you hear anything?" Asked you Charlie.

"Yes, someone just said: 'can you hear anything'"

"Ow come on, Alastor cant one of your shadows go closer or something?" Asked the radio demon Veggie.

"My dear it is 9 o'clock in the morning there is no shadow where mine could hide, I'm afraid they would notice me."

You were still busy listening but couldn't hear anything due to the voices behind you.

"Guys, cut it out I'm trying to listen."

"Wow he isssss grumpy thissss morning" commented quietly Pentious.

"No, this is just very important for my dear, he left the bed without even saying good morning to me." Alastor said somewhat grumpy.

To this you turned your head.

"Awww honey I didn't know that meant so much to you I'll make up for it I promise." You answered quickly while you turned back around. Only to be met with Angles chest.

"What the heck are you nosy nellies doing here?" Asked Angel looking at all of you.

"Well...ermm." You looked at Husk for help who showed you a thumbs up. This was all you needed as you jumped to hug Angel.

"We want to congratulate you omg you guys are such a cute couple" you almost yelled excitedly.

Angel chuckled and hugged you back.

"Yeah I guess we are." He answered as he put you down and took hold of Husk's hand.

And with that, the Hazbin Hotel got richer with another couple.

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Huskerdust is everything, nothing else matters.💗🥹

Hope you guys liked the story🥰

[dizscreams]

Omg I just had this thought what If -

The reader was studying for a test and ethan offers to help as a tutor giving extra credit but in order for that he wants sex idk I think it would be spicy and ahhh🤭

RAHH THIS IS SO GOOD 🤭

Extra Credit — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader

A/N / WARNINGS: not proofread and this is suggestive but not smut !!

“God fucking damn it!” You groaned and tossed your head back as you threw your pencil on your notebook. This test you were studying for was going to be impossible. Mindy laughed at the sight of you, “Having trouble are you?” You rolled your eyes at her, “Shut up Mindy. This is important and I can’t understand any of it,” you sighed and leaned back into the couch.

Ethan slightly smirked as he looked at you beside him. He decided he wanted to take advantage of this situation. You needed help, you needed him. Mindy, Chad, Anika, Tara- they couldn’t help you. They weren’t in the same class as you, but he was. He could help you and he had an idea. “If you need it, I don’t mind tutoring you,” Ethan said flashing you an innocent smile. Though his intentions were far from innocent.

“Really, E? You’d do that for me?” You looked up at him hopefully and he had to stop the wicked grin that threatened to make its way onto his lips. You had no idea what he wanted to do to you, you had no idea how badly he wanted you. How badly he needed you. “Sure I would. It’s no big deal,” he shrugged trying to pretend his want for you didn’t grow larger when you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you thank you! God you’re a life saver,” you laughed.

You pulled away from the hug and Ethan licked his lips as he stared into your eyes. Your arms were still around his neck loosely and the distance between you both was small. But there were people around, so Ethan couldn’t do anything. Then again everyone in the room was oblivious and too wrapped up in their own conversations so he could probably get away with doing a small gesture. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “I’ll help you if you do something for me in return.” Your expression changed to a confused one, “What do you mean?”

He chuckled, “I mean if you help me out,” he grabbed your hand and put it on top of the very visible problem he had through his pants. “I’ll help you,” he said with a small kiss to your neck. His breath tickled your neck and that mixed with the feeling of him smirking against your skin made you weak. You looked around to see Mindy and Anika busy watching some scary movie Mindy put on and Tara and Chad were too busy flirting. You were extremely glad there was a blanket covering both you and Ethan as he put pressure on your hand so you were now palming him.

He struggled to keep in his whine as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “So will you?” He asked quietly. You looked at his eyes then his lips and then his eyes again, “Yeah, I want you so bad, Eth.” He grinned and looked around at everyone before getting up, “Meet me at my dorm in 10.” You smiled up at him and eagerly nodded.

Even if you didn’t pass it’d definitely be worth it

SHORT AND FLIRTY CAUSE I CANT WRITE SMUT LMAO HOPE YOU LIKED ITTT

tags I forgot againnn: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @dizzyscreams

[yuanology]

Ahhh 1 + 21 with Gojo after he escaped the prison cube and comes home to Reader? He's just so pent up and needy (≧▽≦)

it was one thing to crave touch.

it was another to crave you.

satoru had known you since childhood, tasted the sweetness of your lips and felt the branding warmth of your touch since his youth. he had known what it was like to want so badly that his heart felt as if it was being caved into his chest, beneath the constricts of is ribs where his bone stuck into his flesh and pierced through his lungs hard enough that he felt as if he couldn't breathe when you were not near.

you were a vital part of his past, a crucial piece of his present, and an irreplaceable factor of his future. you were his person—the one whom he wanted to spend forever and eternity and beyond that with.

satoru knew he was a god, and gods like him were not meant to rely on other things, on other people, but he couldn't help seeking you out; turning to you desperately, searching your warmth and craving your steady touch. home would not be home without your presence. how could it be, you were home.

"eyes on me, love. i've got you." your voice was steady, a calm cutting through the hurricane in his head. he was helpless to follow your order, to turn his eyes to meet your gaze.

you were as beautiful as he remembered you to be. the gentleness of your gaze, half-reverent as if he couldn't believe he was truly there (he shared the sentiment; after being locked away, he never thought he would be here in your embrace again, but he was and you were here and so was he and everything was right in the world again), the gentle curl of your smile, the feeling of your hand cupping his jaw.

satoru's heart ached as he realised just how badly he had missed you. just the sight of you, the feeling of you so close to him, was almost enough to undo him.

almost, because he realised he wasn't given the time to fall apart just from having your presence with him after so long, crowding him in so he didn't have to think about anyone but you for a long, long time.

no. just like everything else in his life, you dictated the way he fell apart (and god, what an incredible feeling that was, to be completely under your mercy).

your mouth slotted over his, lips working against his to make him fall apart completely underneath you. your hand worked on his pants just as quickly, understanding what he needed without having him work or beg for it. he whined at the feeling, of knowing that he could let go and you would take care of him because you knew him better than he even knew himself.

he could only cling onto you, arms wrapped around you torso and nails digging into your back as if he was afraid that you would disappear into thin air the second that you let go. you held onto him just as tightly, mouth peppering kisses all over his skin as if you couldn't bear to be parted from him. he held his breath when you sank into him, the motion slow and unhurried, as if you wanted to extend this moment forever.

"i've missed your touch," satoru choked out as your hips met against his, your cock buried entirely inside of him. "i missed you."

the soft exhale that escaped you was gentle, seemingly the release of all the tension you had held coiled around your existence tightly for the past few months. you landed your forehead against his collarbone, and he could feel your smile on his skin.

"i missed you too," you whispered. "let me take care of you?"

the sound that escaped him was ragged, fucked out and ruined and so, so vulnerable for you. "please," he begged. his nails dragged along the skin of his back and he made the absentminded note to kiss them better later. right now, he wanted to feel you—all of you.

"please, please, please, please—" his voice broke off into the sound of your name, slipped and caged between the litany of pleas and begs that made his words sound like a prayer. he didn't care. as far as he was aware, you deserved all of the worship.

after all, time could wait. infinity would spin itself a bed for the both of you—for now and forevermore. satoru would ensure it.

thank you so much for your request and your support! <3 i hope you enjoyed this lol because i certainly did writing it

[erensemeraldorbs]

18+ Content Only ⚠️

❤️ Levi’s greedy slut ❤️

Summary: Just a one shot of Levi coming home and pounding that p***y

After a long 4 day mission your boyfriend is finally home and showering; unwinding from all the chaos and killing he encountered the past few days. As you hear the water turn off and the shower curtain slide you quickly rush to your bed and act as if you were asleep to see how he’s feeling about being intimate. You had been day dreaming about his cock since he was gone longing for it badly you can feel your heat growing more damp as you think of him sliding in and out your-

“Baby, are you asleep?” His deep voice snaps you out of your sexual vision.

As you slowly turn your head you see his glistening torso shine under the moonlight that’s entering your window. He always looks so goddamn sexy. His eyes meet yours and sharing the same intensity, he too had been missing you he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t thinking about you and how you felt vice-grip like around his dick. As he was out on the mission he had thought about coming back home and filling you up the minute he saw you.

“No..not yet I was waiting for you to come to bed, need you to hold me I missed you.” You say giving him those big eyes with your lip poked out a bit. He loved when you did that he thought to himself as he felt his dick twitch. He quickly got into bed pulling you close to him, foreheads now touching. “I missed you too brat, you have no idea.” Your lips slightly brushing with every word he spoke. By this time the wetness in your panties is now an entire ocean. Only he could get you this aroused by just being close to him like seriously he hadn’t even kissed you yet. Your lips finally meet immediately going in sync with sweet intention turning into passionate deep kisses. his familiar taste of tea and mint as your tongues twirl and explore each others mouth.

“God, I want you so bad Levi, I need you to touch me please.” You whine at the gorgeous man, only making him smirk raking his eyes over your perfect tits in your skimpy lingerie.

“Oh baby you’re so needy for my cock that’s so hot. I’m gonna make you feel so good have you rolling your eyes.” He growls at you with low eyes

This turns you on more making you quickly sit on top of him. Kissing down his neck, chest, torso. You stop right at his groin looking up with innocent eyes.

“First, let me make you feel good Captain.” you squeak holding his throbbing cock in your hand seeing the tip trickle milky pre cum. You lick from the base to the top then take his head fully in your mouth. This makes him groan, you smile with his cock in your mouth sliding down your mouth so now his length is hitting the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down in a fast pace while you massage his balls. His abdomen is convulsing with every choke he hears, he’s mentally burning the image of drool dripping down your chin as his dick constricts you of air.

“Atta girl, you love choking on my dick don’t you love? Only one that gets to feel that lovely mouth. Ahhh fuck if you keep going i’m not gonna last.” You release him from your mouth fast with a loud pop. He quickly switches positions so that he’s dominating you. He’s positioned in between your legs taking off your panties and stops to stare at your soaked cunt. “Fuckkk you’re dripping, i can’t wait to taste you baby is that okay?” He asks looking at you with those piercing silver eyes. You nod violently wanting nothing more than his face shoved in between your legs. He doesn’t waste a second diving in; licking and sucking your clit so crazily you let out a loud moan

“Ooooo fuck Levi yes yes yes just like that please it feels so good!” he smiles against your pussy and slips in two fingers pumping them fast making you come undone. You feel the tight knot in your stomach loosen, he doesn’t stop even when you squirt all over his hand and face. “Mmmm you taste so sweet love, could eat you for dessert everyday.” He says as he sucks his fingers never breaking eye contact. Still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm Levi gave so easily he is flipping you on stomach and gripping your hips pushing your back down creating a perfect arch. Slapping each ass check leaving a stinging sensation that moves straight to your core.

“I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy baby, you gonna let me? Only one to fill you up..”

He lines his dick up so that it’s barely entering you. You whine a bite waiting for that full feeling in your stomach, a few seconds pass and still no movement just as you were going to look back you are rammed at full force.

“So so tight you fit me like a glove, this pussy is all mine no one else can have it, you hear me?” he breathes. “Yes!! no one else’s daddy mmm all yours please cum in me i want to feel it inside me” you screamed as he pounds you doggy style grabbing a fistful of your hair making you look back and kiss him. “So fucking sexy for me, you ready for my load baby? I’m gonna cum.” You couldn’t take the stimulation anymore as he slams into you relentlessly. You had become a moaning wreck tears streaming down your face, completely fucked out. After a few more thrusts you felt his body tense us and his strokes slow down. He pulls out and cleans himself off then coming to you with the towel and helping you wipe. “That sure was worth the wait wasn’t it?” You tease at him. He gently laughs and shakes heads “Tch, 4 days and had you begging for my dick brat, i think you’re the one that couldn’t wait.” He slyly smirks and walks to the bathroom buttnaked showing his cute ass turning on the shower again as the clean freak he is.

aksjsjsk okay goodnight i gotta go to bed for work byeee should i write more?!! this my first AOT one shot.. 👉🏻👈🏻

[bigbadvoxbox]

AHHH, oh my god those Lucifer pegging headcanons were absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS (Same anon btw, hi!!) absolutely adored them. He’s been rotting in my brain since he first showed up on screen my goodness, anyway!! I have so many dirty thoughts about him, how about Lucifer smut with reader who’s been edging the poor baby for hours and he’s all whiny and needy and pathetic and begging for his mommy to let him cum like the needy little slut he is :(, thank youuu!! - 🪲

Lucifer x Transmasc reader

warnings: edging. degradation + praise. lucifer is a sub, power bottom at best. he's a whiny baby (but we love it). pegging. mention of selling his soul.

Here he was, the big bad King of Hell himself, writhing beneath you, his chest arching up against yours as he whined pitifully.

"Awh. Poor baby." you feigned pity at the state Lucifer was currently in, pouting mockingly.

It had been hours. So many long, excruciating hours, of being brought right up to that edge, right on the precipice of ecstasy, only for all of the sensations to stop and send Lucifer tumbling back down the way he came. Each time he was brought back down from his near-release, his body began to ache more and more. His nerves were on fire, aching, begging, screaming for the orgasm he craved so badly. His eyes bubbled with tears as his lower lip trembled, whining and groaning about how "Please, please I can't- I need you to- fuck, please."

His tip was beginning to blush slightly red as drops of precum began to dribble down the length of his dick, not only was his body being stimulated by your hand around his cock, but also by your strap inside him, your hips alternating back and forth between a rough, quick pace that knocked the breath from his lungs, and an oh so slow pace that had him squirming with the need for more.

His pale skin was now marked with hickeys and bites, not only an expression of love, but a display of dominance, of possessiveness. Each kiss you pressed gently to his skin had him pulling such a sweet face for you, an expression so fucking pathetic yet so cute, like a puppy begging for a treat. You knew exactly what he wanted, and would you give it to him? That was for you to know and him to find out.

"Does it feel good?" You asked. He nodded frantically, failing to even speak through his pants and cries of pleasure. That wasn't good enough for you. Your pace became agonisingly slow, and he could feel your strap slowly caressing every sensitive spot inside of him. It was practically torture. "I need words, Luci." you said, your voice softening to a whisper as you used the sweet nickname you knew he loved, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Come on. Be a good boy for me, yeah?" you coaxed him, enough for him to force out the words you were looking for.

"Yes! Fuck- it- it feels good." He answered. He was almost immediately met with a harsh slam of your hips against his ass, your strap filling him so deliciously that it had him clawing at the sheets beneath him. As you began to fuck into him fast enough to leave him breathless, your hand matched its speed, jerking him off with a somewhat sadistic grin across your face.

Your lips crashed together, with you feeling the vibrations of his desperate voice against your skin. The kiss was fuelled by passion, and lust. This kind of affection was enough to have Lucifer melting beneath you, whining against your lips.

"So whiny, baby. Whats'a matter? Wanna cum, is that it?" you grinned like a cheshire cat at your question, hearing him cry out in response.

"Yes! Please!"

"Hm... I dunno, sweetheart. How about we make a deal?" You asked, before your voice dropped to a sinister whisper as you leaned in, close enough for him to feel your breath on his ear. "For your soul." you said. The gasp you pulled from his lips was almost comical, and you couldn't help but chuckle meanly as you caressed his cheek. "I was only joking, sweet face, but... do you like the sound of that? Me owning your soul? You being my pretty toy for all eternity? Hm?" Your teasing was no doubt getting him riled up, evident in the look in his eyes - that look of arousal on his face.

You then noticed something, the way he gripped the sheets slightly tighter, his breath hitching in his throat, and the way his legs began to tighten around your waist. He was getting close. Again.

"Beg." you commanded.

Almost immediately, Lucifer began to cry out, his voice frantic with desperation.

"Please! I need you to- keep going! I'll be a good boy, so please!- Fuck! Don't stop!"

His begging seemed to appease your inner sadist, especially seeing the tears in his eyes, that rolled down his previously pale cheeks, now turned red with the heat of your passion.

"Suuuuch a good boy." you praised as your hips kept their brutal speed, pushing him closer and closer to his long-awaited orgasm.

When it finally came, when he finally came, it was almost like he was seeing Heaven. (pun intended)

His body trembled as his jaw dropped, an unholy wail of a moan leaving his lips at the pure bliss that was like lightning, striking across every nerve in his body. His back arched as his cum squirted into a mess over his stomach, poor baby definitely was denied so much, but now he was getting exactly what he wanted. A string of blasphemous curses followed his orgasm, as his eyes screwed shut tight. His voice was loud and unashamed, just the way you wanted it to be. His aching cock was finally getting relief, as you used your hand to milk it of all he had.

The aftershocks of his orgasm left Lucifer quaking beneath you, his mouth hanging open, not only in awe, but also out of exhaustion. You couldn't help but chuckle as you placed gentle kisses over his neck, and jaw.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart. You're my good boy, aren't you?" You praised him, receiving only a soft whine in reply as you pulled your strap from inside him.

"My poor good boy just be so tired out after that. Let's get you all cleaned up." you told him, voice now losing all of its sadism as you carefully held his cheek in your hand, caressing it with your thumb.

You knew this would definitely become a more regular occurrence, the look on his face driving you wild, it was too good to give up any time soon. Lucifer seemed to notice this, and honestly? He couldn't say he was opposed to the idea. After being edged for so long, his orgasm had felt 10 times more powerful than any regular orgasm, and he knew it would become a feeling he'd be craving again very soon.

-

AND THATS IT

(that was hot if i do say so myself)

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY FOR YOU ANON TY FOR THE REQUEST

[yuaa-haru]

"Open"

your fave x fem!reader

Warnings: porn w/o plot, bdsm dynamics, spanking, overstimulation, blindfold, sex toys, name-calling, squirting etc.

a/n: my first ever post, i do hope y'all like it ig.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Open" he said firmly, looking down at your body.

Your hands tied to the headboard, eyes with blindfold, naked. You opened your legs, just enough to see that glistening pussy.

His hand came slapping your inner thighs, making you whimper "are you testing me? I told you. Open."

You opened wider, letting him see you. You just thank god for the blinfold you have on, lessing the humiliation you're feeling.

"That's a good girl. I always knew you ain't a dumb little girl without having you stuffed by my dick, right?" You just knew it yourself that he was smirking.

Slap. "Ah!" you moan as his hands came down to your pussy. "Am asking you a question. What do you do when you're asked a question? Hmm?"

" 'm sorry, sir. I have to answer when I get asked" With the blinfold on, you never know what's coming next which makes it more exciting and nervous at the same time.

Gulp. And there you have it, that vibrating sound. The sound you only wish to hear when he's rewarding you, not punishing you.

Nothing to do, nothing to see. You just waited until he touched you. GASP. He placed it straight to your pussy lips. "That's a very nice answer, but still wouldn't cover your mistakes. " he said testing out the level of the toy.

"Now what happens to bad girls?" He asked pushing the vibrator inside. "hnngh! T-they can't enjoy the—ahh!—pleasure." You said hips moving away from the sudden pleasure.

He grabs your hips, making you stay still. "In short?" Pushes the vibrator in and out all the way. "I—anghh!!— have no right to— ahh!— cummm" you said ending as a whine.

He chuckles deeply. "That's right, they are not deserving to cum. " turning it higher, hearing your moans and pleas in the room, making his dick harder.

"But my girl wanted to cum badly, playing with your pussy without my permission. As a lover who wants the best for you, I shall just grant whatever you want right?" he said drawing an 8 figure on your clit hard.

"Hnngh! Am sorry—ahhh! Please! Ahhhh, nhnggh!" You begged, not wanting to happen what will happen. "I-i'm close! Sirrrrr! Hnggh! P-pleasee ahhh!" Your back arching while letting it all flow.

slap, slap, slap.

Strings of your juice connects to his hand as he continously spank your pussy. "such a bad slutty girl. Not even letting your owner decide what should happen, huh" SLAP. "ahh! Am sorry sir! Please hnngh! S-sensitive."

"Tsk, you only say that but I know for a fact that you don't mean it. " he push his hands inside your mouth with the hands he used to spank your pussy. You gag "hngh! , am shorry shir. Pleashe forgive me..." you said while sucking and licking his hand, tasting yourself.

You hear a chair move right beside your bed. The remote control turned to max, with the toy fully inside you. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Hnggh! S-sir! Hnggh! Hyahh! " your senses highten because of the blindfold, and you just came not too long ago overstimulating you.

" I remember I still have to finish some paperworks. Too bad I have to leave you here like this. Surely, you wouldn't mind right? Let me just finish all my paperworks and come back when i'm done. That is if I finish early. " as each word spoken, your mind becomes hazy, moans and please were heard from your mouth.

"Besides, you did this to yourself. The only thing you have to do now is wait for my return. That wouldn't be so hard now, would it? " you still nodded before losing your mind with the pleasure.

"I always need answer. But I'll let this slide for now. " he comes closer and kiss your forehead. "Safeword alway can be shouted when you can't do it anymore, okay? I'l stop it right away. "He whispered gently to your ears, then kiss them.

"I shall go now. And behave." His cold voice said, while exiting the door. Leaving you all by yourself, drowning in the pleasure set only for you.

—

Seconds turned minutes turned hours. You've stopped counting from orgasms you keep on having. The last time I check it was 6 or 7?

Even so, the level keeps on changing from the lowest suddenly to the highest. Playing with you until you writhe in pleasure. "Ah! Sir please! I can't anymore—hngh! N-not again! Ahh! " hoping that he would hear you.

Back arching, tugging your restraint, and eyes rolling back, yet nothing. You just have to take the pleasure and pain 'till you can't.

The door creeks open, you suddenly came back to your sense for a moment. "Sir? Anghh please remove i-it. Ahh. I'll be a good g-nghh!" You've come undone again, tongue out, moaning.

"My slutty bitch, look at you so helpless, so vulnerable. " you felt the bed move as he came to unlock the cuffs, kissing your hands to your arms. He tug off the blindfold allowing you to adjust your eyes. Swiftly, he stays behind you and you're in between his legs, both of you sitting in the bed.

He moves your hand guiding it to the damped part of the bed. "Did you have fun, hmm? Cumming countless of times from a vibrator. Now tell me, which is better that sex toy or me?" He whispered in your sensitive ears.

"Y-you sir..." saying it without hesitation, hoping it would lessen the punishment. He kissed your ears, going to your neck sucking that sweet spot that makes your head lean on his shoulders shaking from the pleasure.

He removed the toy from you, spreading those legs to see your reddened pussy. Clenching nothing. "Such a good answer, this pussy still like me better than a damn toy." Cupping it before asking. " who's is this?" "Ah! Y-yours sir." "Damn right it is, it's my fucking pussy." kissing your lips.

It was sloppy, kissing you while taking his shirt off. Laying you down the bed. "And i can do whatever I want with it." Smirks, letting his hand inside you.

"S-shit. S-sir! W-ait hnghh. 'm still sensitive. Hnggh!" arching your back, which makes it easier for him to suck those nipples. Kissing, licking, sucking, poking. He did everything with that tongue cause he knows how sensitive it is.

He stopped his hands for a sec, gathering all those juices before pushing in with scissoring motion. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Kiss! Pleaseee" you pleaded, "of course, how can I not? " he let you kiss him.

"A-am close sirrrr! Let me come please. I won't do it againnnn hnggh! Please, please, please." He nods. "Come for me, love." " I-i'll be good—fuuuuckkk!" Waves of pleasure comes through staining his arms and hands.

"Fucking hell, love. So damn hot squirting with my fingers" your eyelids starting to close, breathing in an out.

He bite his lips, metal unbuckling letting his member free. "Don't pass out on me, doll. " he lightly slaps your face.

"Gotta make you squirt on my dick"

[arminsumi]

✎ immortal devotion

suguru 💗 すぐる

note : ahhh i really want to write more for our fav little cult leader but his damn best friend keeps invading my mind. any geto thoughts u have feel free to share i would love to hear ur hcs or just rambles ✌️

warnings — toxic love, cult leader!sugu / implies brainwashing, non-sorcerer!reader

he wants you to be devoted to him.

he craves your devotion. he needs your declaration of undying, eternal love. he thinks fuck, if only i could turn the two of us into immortal beings, then i could entrap you into an eternity of loving and pleasing me.

he needs you to swear your life to him. it's killing him to wait for your words, he wishes he could force it out of you. squeeze those words out.

suguru doesn't want 'i love yous' or other such measly, pathetic confessions of affection from you.

no.

he wants to hear you say other words. ones with heavier meaning than an 'i love you'. he wants to see the depth of your emotions in your eyes. he wants to glower at you as you say it, on your knees for him like he's your god. it's sick how badly he wants you to worship him, how he wants your love to be twisted with fear.

he'd dig his fingers into your cheeks as you look at him with a drunken, spellbound look of pure infatuation and inconceivable love. raw lust. tainted innocence. a foggy mind. his kisses get you so fucked up and he knows it, he loves to see that exhausted breath escape your lips like he's just squeezed the air out of your lungs.

"say it." he'd demand in a low voice you can't help but feel compelled to obey.

and you'd say, "i'm devoted to you." like a brainwashed cultist to him.

it would give him a little rush.

he'd admire the way your pupils dilate for him. dark devotion. twisted romance. that's what he needs from you, not just because he loves you with devastating intensity and passion, but because he loves you selfishly. he harbors all these feelings you give him and dams them up, builds a cage around the two of you to prevent anyone from entering or exiting this whirlwind of "love".

"good. now will you obey me like a good little monkey, hm?"

you nod dumbly, completely missing the strange nickname that you've never heard him use before. his heart lurches. he's finally got you ensnared. there's no going back after you declare devotion to geto suguru.

and you love him like he's your cult leader. because he is. you just don't know it yet. for now, he's just an innocent boyfriend who functions normally in society, no secrets are kept from you, right?

[matenrou-fan]

Ooh! I have a funny request!

Could I request Lucifer, Mammon and Diavolo's s/o calling them "The most handsome demon" before running up to hug them in public?

Lucifer, Mammon and Diavolo's NB!s/o calling them "The most handsome demon" in public

ahhh this one is so cute..! >O<

NBreader, fluff, teasing, just wholesome stuff, something like a spoiler for Devilgram 'The Escorts' in small bonus;;

-Well.. he does like PDA with you, but sometimes the way you show your love for him can be so confusing.

-It's not a secret that he, as an avatar of Pride, loves when you compliment him or show your love in general, but he prefers to do all sweet things in private, where he also can show you all his affection.

-So when he hears your cheerful loud voice screaming something about the most handsome demon Lucifer gets kinda alarmed. There were too many strange accidents and stories with you in Devildom so his first thought was that you get into another goofy story somehow.

-Yet when he notices that you are running right in his direction with open arms it is too late. You already jump and embrace him, nuzzling your face in his chest.

-"Oh! And I was wondering what you were up to this time.. S/o, you do know I'm really busy right now..?" - Lucifer scoffs, trying acting cool yet actually feels tingling warmth spreading in his chest. He can't help but pat your head with a little smirk. - "Be more patient and wait when I will be free, so we can get quality time together, okay..? And don't you dare trying something like that with my brothers now.."

-He values his status as a strict collected demon so all these lovey-dovey things in public are not for him. If you want some affection from him right in front of everyone so badly, then Lucifer prefers more mature ways to show his love for you, touching your waist or holding your hand tightly, thumb caressing your knuckles.

-"If you want something more than you should ask nicely, darling.." - he smirks, noticing how you cling to him more. - "Or this is too much for you right now? Embarrassed to say it out loud?"

-Do you want to kill this man?!

-Mammon absolutely loves your affection, yet it's so hard for him not to actually admit it, but even receive, as he quickly starts blushing and giggling, getting too excited.

-And now you try to show your love in public? God, please send him some strength..

-He was just standing in the crowd, sending your message one after another, asking where you were fooling around without your great boyfriend, when he suddenly heard your voice. The most beautiful demon?? The hell you talking about?!

-Then when he sees you running to him with such a playful face. Mammon didn't even get time to realize something as you already knocked him down with a tight hug.

-"Huh!! S/o, y-you're crazy..! Scaring me like that.." - he mumbled, looking away, feeling as heavy blush started creeping on his cheeks. - "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today and will forgive you.."

-You can't ever imagine just how happy he is to receive such clingy affection from you in front of everyone. Yes yes, that's it! Everyone, look here and see that this precious human is just for a great Mammon..!

-But remember, darling, he's an avatar of Greed, after all.. So that means he will never let his most valuable treasure from his arms now, understand?

-"Come on, take my hand now..!" - he commands, trying to act harsh and dominating yet you can still see this blush on his cheeks and even on his ears. Did his neck get a little bit reader too..? - "I need to show everyone that you're my own human! It's natural, after all, I'm your first man anyway..!"

-Ohh! He's always in his silly goofy mood, he absolutely adores these little games!

-It doesn't matter at all if he's talking with someone or even discussing some serious business, if you walk to him and just take his hand he would never push you away or tell he's too busy.

-How can he? Your hand is so soft and warm.. Oh and if anyone who was he talking to at that moment would even try to say something about your persistence.. The Lord doesn't mind showing his more serious, strict side to them.

-Diavolo knows your voice well so he immediately hears your sweet tone as you call the most gorgeous demon in the world. Ooh, are you talking about him?

-Of course he will turn to your side with open arms to catch you in his hug, pressing you to his big chest with all his strength. Well, actually now with all, as he would just crash you in this case.. But strong enough to make you gasp a little..

-"Ahh, s/o..! You wanted to surprise me today?" - his loud chuckle thundered across the whole corridor, as Diavolo kept squeezing you in his hug. - "Then the most gorgeous demon is glad to greet the most precious human..!"

-He loves to play along with your teases and flirt, as it always lights up his mood after a long day of paperwork.. Or when he wants to relax after a council meeting.

-"Oh, I just remembered..! Why don't you pay a visit to my castle today? You know this little hug is not enough for me now.." - Diavolo laughs again, this time in a more soft and gentle tone, as blood rushes to his face. - "I'm sure brothers would complain too much if you told him you have some urgent personal business with me today, hehe..?"

+a small bonus? I didn't know if I should have written it in hc so I added this here. Another reason why Lucifer is more emotionless to you outside is Maddie. He is ready to tolerate her pushy clingy behavior toward him due to her status and strength yet if she would try to have a beef with you, Lucifer afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself. This lady gave hard time to Lord Diavolo himself when wanted to marry him, which means she's really bold in her actions and even thinking about her trying to hurt you makes Luci's blood boil.

When Diavolo, actually, is absolutely not afraid, even if it will attract the wrath of a powerful witch. Not because he's airheaded, but because he doesn't want to tolerate her debauchery anymore. Sorry, Maddie, the one who will marry Lord of Demons is s/o and after that she can't even think about hurting you as you would belong to a royal family.

[thecameronchronicles]

Baby Daddy: Booty Call

TW: smut. Language. Dark! Toxic rafe. 

SUMMARY: You decide to play with your ex. 

WORD COUNT: 1800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Baby Daddy: Booty Call

"Rafe?" You asked into the phone. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked, appearing all the gentleman he'd used as a mirage to hide his gaslighting tactics and toxic wayward ways.  For that, and an idea from a friend from work, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

"Is he okay?" He asked for details before the tension in his voice turned to silence. 

"He's asleep..."

"Do you need something? I'm in the middle of a video meeting..." You grinned wickedly at the idea. You wanted to torment him for all the ways he barged into your life and pulled reluctant orgasms from your silent desperations to feel his touch again. Only this time, it would be on your terms. Even more so as he was technically in the middle of work. 

"I'm just laying here..." He took a deep exhale. "Remembering how much you like these little lace panties..."

Your name came as a warning on his end of the call. "I don't think you'd want them very much right now though..."

"No?" He played along. 

"They're ruined in the middle...soaking right through them." He could hear your smile through your words and it only amounted to a "Jesus Christ" Almost too silent to hear. 

"I thought I heard you here earlier tonight. And it made me think of how you come when you want...take me against the wall...yep, panties are definitely ruined now..."

"Fuck...are you touching yourself?"

"Maybe." 

"Tell me." He ordered as you hesitated. 

"God dammit! Tell me right now." He remained quiet enough to not interfere with his meeting but loud enough for you to know you got to him. 

"I have a nice...thick...vibrating little toy that I've taken a liking to lately. Oh shit!" You gasped as the buzzing was heard at the end of the call.

"Shit, baby, you shouldn't have to use a toy...you should be riding my cock right now..." He groaned. "Slapped on the ass for your little games..."

"But it feels," you paused to kaon, "Soooo good...I already wanna come...you've never made me come that fast..." You added insult to injury. 

"You close?"

"Maybe..." You teased again. "Got my hands twisting my nipple like you do with your teeth when you use your fingers on me...bet you want to right now, don't you, Rafe?" 

"So fucking badly." He moaned. 

"Bet you want me there on my knees beneath your desk while I choke on you?"

"Baby, I'm gonna blow before I even get my pants off..."

"Ahhh...ahhh...Oh my God..."

"Fuck-" The sound of his belt and rustled fabric made you grimace. You meant to end the call here. Prepared to silence your ringer the rest of the night before getting off on the toy set on a medium speed directly against your clit. Its perfect suction and vibrations made you curl your toes. But you deserved to come. And he deserves to know it wasn't because of him. Not this time at least. 

"You fucking your hand for me, Rafe?" 

"Fuck yeah..."

"They can see you?"

"I muted myself...it's a voice call on my computer..."

"Rafe!" You gasped. 

"Fuck! Did you come?! Don't tell me I missed it!" 

"No...but that...oh my God..."

"Fuuuuck....I have to see you..."

"That wouldn't be appropriate...I'm only wearing the matching bra and since we aren't married-"

"I've made you come more times than I should have and you're denying me?" You saw the incoming call. "Answer the fucking call, you need to see how hard I am for you...fucking hell..."

"I'd rather hear it..." You could hear the sound of him spitting in his hand and the rush of fabric and the slipped slick made around his cock. 

"Oh shit...you hear that huh? Imagining that dirty little mouth that's so fucked the next time I see it. I don't care where." He broke for a second, moaning and groaning as you silently rolled your eyes to how he sounded. 

"Parent teacher conference is next week and I'm using one of those closets to make you take me on your knees. Maybe sneak over between meetings and take your ass-" You gasped at the thought, "Been so long since I've had you that way..."

"Oh God..."

"Maybe even make you dinner and finger you beside our son...giving you another baby before he goes to sleep-"

You heard the sound of his chair thrown behind him by the wheels rushing on the wooden floor. 

"I'm gonna come...right on my fucking desk where you should be swallowing it!" 

"Come for me Rafe..."

"Yeah?" 

"Please..." 

"Fuck." He hissed before offering those shuddered breaths you knew so well. 

"Your turn." You had already come beneath his own release. Your ankles wrapped tight as your other hand came over your mouth to keep him from hearing you. 

"Nah...just proving a theory."

"And what would that be?"

"Hearing you come does nothing for me now-" And with that, the call ended. 

Victory never tasted sweeter. Your body buzzed with peace as you slipped off to sleep. The buzz existing between your legs as you could feel it worsen. God, it was orgasmic. Almost too real...  

Your body arched in your sleep as the intensity  heightened. 

"Fuck..."

"That's it baby .." Rafe was at your feet, vibrator between your legs, as you fought the way he knew exactly how to make your eyes roll. Your attempts to stop him were in vain as your arms were bound to the bed. 

"Can't have you trying to lie to me and say you don't want it-" He looked between your legs. "Pussy is already crying enough to tell me what you're too stubborn to..."

"Oh God..." He turned up the speed. 

"You didn't let me see you come...so now I'm gonna make you do it for me in person..." He moved higher. 

"It's too much!"

"Maybe you'll squirt then..." He winced before his second hand came to your breast. 

"Had to jerk off after I called you again...you have no idea how fucking hard you make me..." He teased your nipples before his sentence came to an end. 

"Because I know you baby. You call me to get you off. Deny it all you want but this little toy," he made it song at its highest setting against you. "Is only a placeholder until you're too desperate to deny my cock..."

"Fuck, Rafe...please!"

"You want my cock, bunny?" You bit your bottom lip to the word. 

"You made some dirty promise to me...how about we make you show me you deserve to come..." He used only two fingers to turn your head to the side as he bent over you and parted your lips with his cock. Slow strides made into your throat as you took him greedily. 

"God dammit, you're making such a mess..." He slipped two fingers inside of you and focused the vibrator on your clit. Full speed. 

"You do not come until I say, so you understand me?" You whimpered before he hit your clit. 

"Tell me you fucking understand me-" 

"I understand-" But when his fingers returned, he was a menace. fucking your throat at the same speed of his fingers as you trembled beneath him. 

"See baby....you love being ruined by me-"

"Fuck-" You gasped as he withdrew his cock and stroked it against your breast. 

"I thought about you waking up with an ass full of me...ooh damn, might have to next time, that almost made me come just thinking about it..." He began to stroke. 

"Shit...I also wanted your mouth to make me come...make you cry for me..." He brushed a tear from your cheek. 

"But you're too good at that so I don't want your punishment to be over just yet..." 

"No...I'm taking this pussy. She’s still fucking crying." He rounded his palm to your clit and made the perfect pressure as two fingers fucked you senseless. 

"Come right now for me..." Your body unbuckled for him. "Harder!" Suddenly you sprayed. Cum coating him as he growled. 

"Fuck, I love when you squirt!" He grinned. "More! Give me more!" He lowered beside the bed and fucked you even harder, the second orgasm building fast. 

"Tell me."

"I'm gonna-"

"Tell me baby, I wanna know."

"I'm gonna fucking come again!"

"All over me, come the fuck on...oh yeah...goooood girl...oh yeah..." His fingers finally withdrew as he climbed on the bed. 

"You're gonna take my cock now..." You shook your head. "Shh...shh...shh...make me come hard like you did and maybe I'll let you get one more..." You raised your hips to meet him as he slammed home once. Your body quivering as he pounded into you. The bed at war with the wall as he tore into the sheets beneath you. Every ounce of hatred and lust felt in every bitter thrust as perspiration offered the perfect glide for one another. 

"Untie me! I want to touch you!" He knew what this meant. And with a single glide of his grip, he untied your dominant hand as you were adjusted onto him from below. 

"Ride that cock baby, yeah...you know how..." He moaned beneath you, back arching and nails leaving bloody trails at your legs. 

"Fuck!"

"Come for me! Rafe I wanna feel it-" You moaned as he stretched you to a bittersweet reach. 

"Yeah?" He gripped you in place. 

"Then you take every last fucking drop you little slut...oh yeah...oh shit..."

"Yes!" You gasped as he pistoned his release inside of you. The feeling of his jolting cock making you want even more. A mindset he shared as he pulled the vibrator to your clit. An arm around your backs and his body pressed to yours, you whimpered and thrashed, as he remained inside you. 

"Fuck, you still feel so good coming right now..."

"I'm close!"

"You think I don't fucking know it?" He taunted. "Ooh baby...you're gonna do it again, aren't you?"

"I'm trying not to!"

"But if you do..." His fingers teased your ass. Your eyes rolled as he applied just minimal pressure. "You know it makes this easier for both of us..."

"Fuuuuuccckk..."

"Yeah, you love wherever I touch you because I always make you come, don't I?" He pushed the vibrator harder hasn't you, "don't I?!*

"Oh fuck yes?"

"So you know it’s stupid to play games with me, right, baby?"

"Yes! Oh God!" 

"Oh yes..." And suddenly he stopped. The most mind bending release refused as he untied your other hand and simply walked to the door. 

"Bad Girls don't get to play with their toys..."

"Rafe!"

"Next time you call, you let me see you..." And then he was gone...

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I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

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do you have any spy tf2 headcanons.....or thoughts on th guy......

so many thoughts about this guy. Fighting day 3 sickness Brain for anything comprehensible. I think about the scene in meet the spy where he brushes past all the pics of him and scout’s ma to go for the one of them just. Going on a walk or something. Think abt how this french fuck has feelings and i just ram my head into a wall. He sucks so badly but he also has moments where I remember ahhh fuck. Person. Its evil.

Also i think the fact that scout didnt die when he lied to him abt Tom jones being his dad really fucking funny. Like that is a peak ticking timebomb. Something i would want to see slowly crumble under his feet through increasingly wacky schenanigans in a tv show. I need this guy to get his comeuppance so bad.

Also been watching a lot more tf2 yt vids and getting to hear his voicelines are so funny. Like. God this dudes so lame. I love how he screams it’s so funny. Scared baby wail runs in the family.

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Hey! I saw requests are open :D

Can I request Lee!Geto and Ler!Gojo where Geto pranks gojo in some kinda way and gojo seeks revenge?

Thank you! <3

AHHH THE BOYS! :D God I love Gojo and Geto so much! And an opportunity to write Lee!Geto! :D I decided instead of a prank to go with "Geto tried to help and it backfired" for this fic! I hope you like it :3

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“That’s why it’s so important to put up a veil. Who knows what kind of antics the public could have witnessed…”

Gah, he was on a roll today. Geto tried not to roll his eyes as Masamichi lectured them from one end of the earth to the next about basic protocol. While their teacher meant well, he was notoriously long-winded.

To his far right, Shoko was barely awake, eyes half-lidded and fingers twitching for a cigarette. She shared a look of misery with him behind Gojo’s back when their teacher turned away.

And Gojo…

Oh that Gojo.

The reason they were even receiving a lecture right now sat between them, shoulders slumped with shame and a sheepish smile to match. At least- that’s what it looked like to Masamichi. If one looked closer, you could see the dull look in Gojo’s eyes. His breaths were slow and rhythmic, proving Geto’s suspicion that he was asleep.

This motherfu-

“Honestly, this is the third time you three forgot the veil…” Masamichi was looking at them again, taking off his glasses as he rubbed the ball of stress forming along his nose bridge. “Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

The question was more so aimed at Gojo. This would be the part where he’d jazz up some sort of verbal word vomit that pacified the older man and got them out.

And yet- Gojo was sitting there sleeping!

“We’re sorry, Mr. Masamichi. We’ll remember next time, promise.” Shoko tried for them, but Geto knew it would only do so much. Part of him wanted Gojo to be caught sleeping; serves him right for getting them stuck here to begin with.

Alas- Gojo caught sleeping likely meant more lecturing. He had the makings of fancy cup ramen waiting for him back home and he was not about to let Gojo ruin his evening meal.

“We promise sir.” Geto added as Shoko laid it on thick, reaching his hand out behind Gojo towards his socked foot. “Right Satoru?”

A quick scratch- just enough to get him alert. He scratched quickly up the length of his foot.

“AH!” Gojo positively FLAILED, startling so badly he spooked Shoko. “God, would you STOP!” He cried, turning to-

Masamichi was crouched before him, an unamused brow raised. “Stop what, exactly Satoru?”

Gojo was frozen, glasses drooping and eyes wide. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, the tops of his cheekbones flushing a soft pink. “E-Erm…that wasn’t aimed at you, sir.”

“Hm. Ieiri, Geto; head on home. I need to speak to Gojo a little longer.”

“Sir-” Geto began, but Shoko was faster, grabbing his arm with a nod.

“Yes sir. We’ll call you, Sato.” She dragged Geto with her, her free hand reaching for her cigarettes. “See you later.”

“Satoru-” Geto called back, meeting his eyes before the door shut. They were flat, cold. A single word held within.

Revenge.

~~~

He should have gone home.

The additional lecture Satoru got wasn’t long, but the wait felt like lightyears. Geto tried for casualness as he leaned against the school gates, texting Shoko occasionally. She would have waited for him too, but she had plans that evening- leaving the green haired teen to wait for his fate alone.

How exactly was he going to approach this? Apologize? Joke about it? It wasn’t as if he and Gojo hadn’t had their fights and such before. Really- this one likely would end fine as well.

Was it the look on Gojo’s face? He was so…

The doors opened. Geto looked over at the pale haired teen shrugging on his bag. When Gojo reached the top steps, he paused, meeting his eyes. His expression was carefully blank- so was Geto’s.

Silence.

“Start running.” Was all Gojo said next.

~~~

Geto never made it to his apartment.

“Stay away! Stay ba-ACK!” Keys flew into the nearby shrubbery as Geto was attacked from behind, tumbling to the ground. It wasn’t until they reached his street did Gojo truly start chasing him. “Satoru please!”

“You’re a real shit, you know that?” Ground became sky as he was turned onto his back, Gojo’s fiery gaze boring into him. “You could have tapped me awake, but nooooo! You just had to tickle my foot!”

“I didn’t know you were that ticklish!” Geto cried in defense, already laughing as his hands were grabbed and raised. “Besides, you got us in that mess! You don’t get the right to sleep through it!”

“Details! You’re done for!” Gojo growled dramatically, raising his hand high. When he brought it down…

“AHA!” Geto choked out a laugh before slamming his mouth shut, shaking his head at the feeling. Gojo’s fingers were on his upper ribs, kneading into the spot with reckless abandon. “D-Don’t you da-are!”

“Oh I dare. You dared earlier; why the sudden reluctance?” Gojo teased, his fierce glare melting into a mischievous grin near instantly. “Too ticklish, Suguru?”

Geto tried to glare, but any menace it held vanished when those dastardly fingers began to descend. “S-Satoru! I’ll get you ba-ack!”

“Yeah?” Gojo paused his tickles, hands hovering over Geto’s hips. “You really mean that?”

Geto took a sharp breath in, ready to declare his revenge. Instead- the next sound to come out of his mouth was a booming laugh. Then another and another!

He really shouldn’t try to talk when Gojo tickles him.

“Ooo, what happened? What were you gonna say, Suguru?” Gojo taunted, voice cut out from the loud cackles Geto released upon his hips getting kneaded. “What happened to getting me back, huh?”

“Gohoohhoohohohohjohohohohohoho you soohohohohn of a bihiihihihihihiihtch! Geahhahahah gehhehehhet ohohohohohoff!” Geto writhed in the grass, cheeks pink as he laughed and snorted beneath his diabolical friend. He tried to grab Gojo’s hands, but the jerk was like a worm; moving fast and blocking all his attempts.

With nothing to lose, he shot his hands out towards Gojo’s sides, hoping a few sharp pokes to the ribs would get him to back off.

“Ah ah ah!” Gojo teased, bringing his hands up and into Geto’s armpits, sending the other flailing backwards. “It’s MY time to tickle. You can have yours later.”

“WHEHEHEHEHEHN’S THAHHAHAHHAT? AHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Damn Gojo! And damn his own body for being so sensitive! He pressed his arms to his sides so tightly he thought he’d bruise, kicking up grass and dirt behind them as he wheezed in mirth. “GOOHOHOOHJO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!”

“Please…?” Gojo raised a brow, waiting.

“IIHIHIHIM SHAHAHAHHAHAHHARRY!”

“For?”

“TIHIHIHIIHICKLING YOOHOHOHOHOHU!”

“Hmm…are you reeeeallly sorry?” Gojo leaned in so they were forehead to forehead, blue eyes boring into his misty ones. The tickles crept back to his ribs, lessening his mirthful fits to streams of giggles. “Truly, genuinely, really sorry?”

“Yehehehehhes! Yehehehhehes, now stahhahap!” Geto pleaded, tapping at Gojo’s arm rapidly. His limit had been reached.

“Hmm…” Gojo did stop, hands still on his sides for mock anticipation before he laughed, sitting up and rolling off. “Okay. I guess I can forgive you for now.”

“Guehehehess?” Geto tried to glare, but Gojo’s cheeky grin ruined any menace he had within. Laughing, he tossed a handful of grass in his face before sitting up, redoing his hair. “You do realize if Mr. Masamichi caught you sleeping, we'd be in A LOT more trouble then we were, right?”

“I couldn’t help it! He goes on and on and on…” Gojo barely thought down a yawn talking about it. “Can I stay at your place tonight? Mine’s too far.”

“Fine. I suppose the dog house could fit you.” Geto snickered, laughing more when Gojo slapped his arm. “Love you too.”

“Damn right.” Gojo hopped up, pulling Geto with him as they began their trek to their destination, joking and laughing the entire time.

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