#he looks SOOOO................ i can't even finish that sentence

[seungkwan-s]

[screams]

[n3ptoonz]

Ok ok ok we got the boys getting walked in on soooo what if Earthrealm boys walked in on US?

i knew somebody would have this idea 😈 REVERSE REVERSE 🔄

these are gonna be drabbles instead of bullet points

implied scent knk mention, sphinx can't stick to a theme to save her life

Scorpion

Kuai Liang was shocked at first, but quickly understood. He's gone a lot and knows that. He's not upset at all by this, what gets the job done in his absence is what he roots for, but he'd still rather be the one making you sound like that. Lowkey is impressed with how well you must've been going at it too. 'Have I ever made them sound like that...? Hold up-' he thinks. Once you see him and are like woahh when did you get here he's like "Curiosity got the best of me, I'd like to help if you'll have me." as if you weren't already jumping on him before he finished his sentence.

Sub-Zero

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Bi-Han said, standing over you. You jumped at the sight of him looming over your almost fucked-out glow from your own hands and splayed out on the couch; just how the fuck was he so quiet?! As you nervously try to explain, thinking he's actually upset at you, he interrupted you again by grumbling and picking you up to properly escort you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down and got on top of you, pressing himself between your legs. "I'm not angry with you. I just wish you had waited." he said before letting himself hang free. "But I don't mind finishing the job."

Kenshi Takahashi

When Kenshi checked out where the noise was coming from, he caught you grinding against a lounge pillow with his shirt over your nose. Once your eyes opened and saw him standing in the doorway half shocked half into it, you kicked the pillow off the bed and sat up. "No, no, please, don't let me interrupt." he teased half jokingly. Honestly he could see himself encouraging the concept. He has many duties to attend to, so who would he be to tell you not to tend to yourself? He walked further into the room with a more serious look on his face, he really wanted to apologize he couldn't always be there, but since he was now there's nothing stopping him from helping his lover out.

Smoke

Tomas was beyond flustered. He planned to come over to your place and cook together to make up for lost time since he's often very busy. He had a key to your house so he naturally just walked in, set his stuff down, and went to go find you. "Hey, you ready to cook-" cue a Disney studio audience gasp. After like a full 60 seconds of him stuttering over his words he apologized many times before you stopped him. You offered for him to help you out, and now he was pushing down his own immediate boner, but a simple 'yes' sealed the deal for the both of you.

Johnny Cage

This sexy fucking prick. Unbeknownst to you Johnny just sat and watched from the door of your bedroom, truly fascinated by how needy you were for him. Before you could even reach a semblance of climax, here he waltzed in all smug, "11 times." he said. You gasped and threw the covers over yourself, asking what the hell he's on about now (you're used to him popping up unannounced). "You said my name 11 times, new record babe." He knew your next remark would either be witty or frustrated, so he spoke again. "Ah, ah, ah, let's make it 20."

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is also another sexy fucking prick, but a little worse. You have been walked in on before but not thwacking the noodle or flicking the bean, something less crazy like changing, and yet he still was a teaser. You recalled if he was coming over today and reached the conclusion that he would have no reason to, so you got to work. Silly silly you, Johnny and Lao are known for showing up out of nowhere, you knew that! So there you were doing your thing, and boom, Kung Lao pulled up and caught you by accident. He had no regrets though, all you saw looking at you was a smirk, clear idea on his face, and his signature dimples smiling back.

Raiden

Look guys idgaf what anybody feels or says, I can say he's baby while also knowing a lot, obviously. Raiden is a grown ass man with a dick and balls, but he's never walked in on someone before. Me personally I believe he'd be in shock, and he was. Why? Not only because he walked in on AND interrupted your own time, but you were whispering and moaning his name too. Like Smoke he'd be shifting where he stood trying to control his aching boner, but surely once you gave him the okay to enter your room, hell, even touch you? Game fucking on. He's still nervous but wouldn't let that stop him!

Liu Kang

Liu Kang may be a God, but obviously he cannot tell the future. He just created the world and tried to maintain peace as much as he could. He can predict things, and that included what you were doing while he wasn't there. He figured with how much he was gone it wouldn't be surprising if you took matters into your own hands, and he was right. He slowly rounded the corner to the sight of you using some kind of toy and muttering incoherent words that lead to his name somewhere in there, but it didn't bother him. In fact, when he made his presence known he offered to help including the toy if you wanted.

Geras

Lowkey I don't think Geras would know what to do. He doesn't interact with mortals much technically outside of Liu. So like, if you were waiting for him back at his chambers especially when he took so long to come back due to business, he'd be stuck in his tracks. He'd say there's no need to apologize but rather explain your desire to him so he could fulfill whatever void was left in his absence. I feel like he'd be reassuring too if you were embarrassed and happily make your wishes his command.

a/n: OKKAAAYYYYY i got this out FUCK writers block and periods and life IS A BITCH and ik i recycle the same stuff but like hey, it works🥱

[wand3rlustm3]

BEOMGYU - NEED A RIDE?

Warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, brat!reader, dom!Beomgyu, car sex, drinking, degradation + praise, unprotected sex (pls use condoms), beomgyu is so mean

You knew that it was really stupid to get so drunk that you couldn't even call yourself a taxi. Thankfully, you were at a party hosted by five of the most trustworthy guys at your college, or there was a large possibility of something terrible happening to you. The music was bouncing off of the walls, and the bass was deep enough to make your soul tremble. Not to mention the fact that your head was spinning, and you felt fuzzy and numb but in the best way possible. That's what Soobin comes up to you with some water to contrast the harsh alcohol you've been drinking, he walks up to you with worry and suggests that you go home. But to that, you slur out, "Soooo– biiiin....I'm okayyy! I can call my- myself- a taaaaxiiii..."

Soobin would let out a small chuckle, but he's too worried about you to think the situation is funny. "Y/n, please let me tell beomgyu to drive you home. He's ready to leave as well." You were friends with all of the party's hosts, so you were in luck when you heard that Beomgyu would be willing to drop you off. As you said your goodbyes to Soobin and the other hosts, Beomgyu chuckled at how childlike you'd gotten after a few drinks. "Gyuuu...everything's s- spinning...hahah" you slurred some more, and finished up your sentence with a cute little giggle.

"Come on, y/n, let's go, I got you." Beomgyu decided to support your staggering form by putting your arm on his shoulder and his hand ghosting on your waist. Beomgyu slightly lifted you bridal style into the seat of his red Ferrari, gently placing your legs into the car and taking your heels off. As Beomgyu started the car, the sound of his exhaust was almost like the music at the party. The little black dress you were wearing was so uncomfortable and tight, and your bra was so stuffy. You just wanted to be relaxed now that you were in his car. So you chose to take off your bra from under your dress. Beomgyu noticed you reaching at your back, but focused on the road. He wanted to be as respectful to you as he could while you were drunk, so he chose to ignore the situation.

Until your whiney voice cut the silence in the car, "gyuuuuu~ please help meee!! I wan' it off!!" Beomgyu was naturally flustered, it's not like he was inexperienced, but it was more of the fact that you looked beautiful and he hadn't come to terms with the fact that he did have a crush on you. "ugh y/n, can't you wait till I drop you home?" said Beomgyu as he tried to focus on the road once again, instead of the headlights of oncoming traffic shining onto your breasts. "Nooooooo gyuuuu! I wan' it off right now. Help me pleaseeeee" you demanded as you writhed in his passenger seat trying to reach your bra hooks.

"Tch.....fine y/n, I'll do it." Beomgyu said as he reached for your bra clasp while one of his hands remained on the steering wheel. It took him very little time to undo the clasp on your bra, but his warm hands on your back were so pleasant that you had mewled while he was doing it. Beomgyu felt all his blood rush to his core as soon as he heard you make such....interesting sounds. "Thankkkkkk you Gyuuuu", you passed him one more drunken smile as you took off your bra and threw it by your legs. Your house was now 5 minutes away according to the GPS, and those 5 minutes felt like 5 years to Beomgyu because of how flustered he was. As soon as his car pulled up in front of your house, he got up from the driver's side and opened the suicide door to the passenger side.

He gently wrapped his hand around your wrist as he led you out of his car, and carried you up the steps with your heels in his hand. Both you and Beomgyu had forgotten the bra in the car, but the plus side of this was the fact that he can make fun of you for it for the rest of your friendship. After he had seen you walk into your house, he made sure you'd lock it and go straight to your room. He didn't know he'd have to think about you the entire car ride home, and neither did he think this would become a ritual for you both whenever there's a party.

It's not that you didn't have a car yourself, but it's more that you were used to looking at Beomgyu in the driver's seat after every party. So when Beomgyu pulls up in your driveway with you expectantly waiting outside, you're not surprised.

"Need a ride, y/n?" he asked as one of his lip corners raised into a half smile. You happily opened the door to his car and took a seat, "Gyu, of course!" But you don't know why you even responded to his question that you both knew the answer to. He played some of his favorite songs on the music system. The leather of his car seats felt a little too familiar and cozy. Most of all, the coziest was the fragrance that Beomgyu sprayed his clothes with each time he picked you up. You couldn't deny the fact that each time you stopped at a stoplight, the red reflecting off of his perfectly etched features turned you on. You were soaking wet, and your panties were getting sticky and uncomfortable. So, as you did a few months ago, you were going to ask Beomgyu to take them off for you even though you weren't drunk this time.

You suddenly snaked your hand around his wrist and pulled it into your lap. "Gyu...can you take my panties off? I'm so uncomfortable..." You whisper into his ear as you lean into his side, as the center console armrest digs into the side of your rib. "Y/n, stop fucking with me." Beomgyu spoke as he let out a sigh. You put your hand on his thigh and slowly brought it closer to his cock. You can hear the car accelerate as he drives a little faster, almost as fast as your heart's racing. "Gyu, I'm not fucking with you, I need you.." You speak as you focus on the way his jaw clenches as he pulls into an empty parking lot.

"Get in the backseat right now, y/n, we aren't going to that damn party." Beomgyu says to you, but you can sense the anger in his words. "Okay gyu.." You smirk as the thoughts of what he's going to do to you flood your mind. As you crawl into the backseat, he opens the door and gets in with you. With his hand squishing your cheeks, he scolds you as he says, "You've been a slut since I first drove you home, haven't you? Wanted to fuck you so bad since that day, but I had to go home and rut into my hand." Beomgyu spoke with no filter, and that only made you even wetter than you already were. "Gyu...please. touch me, strip me, I'm losing my mind." Beomgyu took no time in crashing his lips onto yours in a fiery kiss, he couldn't take it anymore and slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hands roamed around your body. He kept kissing you, until he finally bit your lip and you moaned. "Fucking slut, riling me up all the time...do you even know what you do to me?"

Beomgyu unzipped the back of your dress and threw it somewhere in his car, and pulled you into his lap as he sat down. He made sure to pay special attention to your beautiful tits as he left several marks on them, leaving open-mouthed kisses, as he switched between sucking your pebbled nipples. He slapped your breasts and watched them jiggle, as you yelped and jumped a little bit in his lap. "Gyu..." you spoke his name with tears in your eyes. "Not such a brat now, are you?" said Beomgyu as he smirked. As he finally took your panties off, along with his underwear, you sat on his lap with his cock sliding between your folds. You couldn't help but move your hips against him, to which he stopped as he smacked your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Brats don't get what they want, you'll not move your hips an inch until I tell you to." Beomgyu demanded.

Beomgyu laughed dryly, "Is this what you thought when i asked if you needed a ride? Fuckin whore." He asked. "Beomgyu please, i'm going insane!" You felt tears running down your face as you begged him to be inside you finally, you didn't need much prep to begin with simply because of the puddle of slick you'd left on his cock from simply grinding against it earlier. As soon as he slipped inside of you, you started crying even more. As soon as he saw tears leaving your eyes, he had this cocky expression on his face. "Crying over my cock, are you now?" Beomgyu taunts. You can't respond, so you simply sniffle and hide your face into his neck. So Beomgyu slips his hand into your hair and yanks your face back, "I need to see you cry, pretty. Such a beautiful little slut for me."

Beomgyu thrusted into you from the bottom, the sounds of your ass slapping against his hips was so erotic that you were going lose it. He brushed against your sensitive spot each time he thrusted into you, and you felt the knot that was about to unravel. "Ahh— mmmh g- gonn' cummm gyu..." You moaned as he sucked more marks into your neck. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for me finally? Cum for me, you slut." Beomgyu said as he hissed into your ears.

"Fuuuuuck, I love you. Can't be without you, need to rut into you just like this." He said between grunts and whines. "C- c— cum inside me, gyuu, p- please!" As you feel his warm cum leak into you, you cum and your walls suck him in even harder as you milk him dry. He pulls you onto his lips by wrapping his hand around your neck into one long and passionate kiss as you both ride out your highs. "Did you mean that gyu? When you said you loved me?" You said as you hid your face in the crook of his warm and soft neck.

"Meant every word, darling. If this is what you meant by me picking you up for a ride, you better be prepared." He said as he kissed up your neck, licking over the dark spots blooming on your neck in colors like violet and red.

[midnightbluebells03]

Good luck babe!

CW - Owen mention, fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), hair pulling (A receiving)

Reader is fem, described as wearing a dress and heels.

WC - about 3000

No outbreak

Leave me requests so I can get out my writers block pls and thx xo

If Abby Anderson wasn't in denial of her sexuality, there's a chance you two could've been real. You got along like a house on fire, practically a perfect match. But the mix of comphet, her on and off again relationship of Owen and her crippling fear of being vunrable has left you two like this. Having not talked in just over a month, not a word since your argument about the fact she had been using you as an experiment without considering how you felt. And how did you feel?

Crushed.

Maybe you should know better. But yet again it's a Friday night, your other hook ups weren't out tonight and who else but Abby fucking Anderson was giving you eyes from across the room. Leaning against the bar with a tight black wife beater that makes you drool and matching cargos.

It's the first time you'd seen each other since you screamed in her face and called her selfish. And yet the butterflies in your stomach were boardering on a stampede. Her eyes scanning your body up and down while her hand stays clutching her beer bottle. So tight you're almost worried it'll smash in her unforgiving grasp.

Against your better judgement you decide to ignore the angel on your shoulder, also known as your best friend Ellie. Chugging back your drink and handing her the glass. Starting to make your way over to Abby.

Ellie rolls her eyes and shouts after you. Hardly breaking through the noise. "Don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart again!"

"Cmon Els, it's just some fun" you call back before pushing your way through the crowed dance floor and coming out at the other side. Looking up at those baby blue eyes that make a rush of emotions flow through you. You should be mad at her, should cuss her out again for using you. But tonight, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You just needed her again.

"Can I get you a drink?" Her normally confident voice has a slight wavier to it. It makes a slight smirk spread across your lips as you take the beer from her hand. Taking a large drink before your nose scrunches up at the taste. You were more of a spirits girl, a cocktail if you felt fancy.

"So no Owen tonight?" The venom in your voice is clear. There's not a soul in Jackson you wanted to punch more than him. The whole reason Abby was so unsure of herself in the first place. The way he managed to weasel his way back into her life time and time again. But yet you couldn't hate Abby for doing the same thing to you.

"He's back with Mel...shes pregnant." You give her a sympathetic look before handing her back the bottle. "I don't wanna talk about it" she mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear over the thumping music. She finishes it off before placing it on the bar counter behind her.

"How about we don't talk at all then?" You say before she can even turn back around. Watching as her movements stiffen, and she slowly faces you again. Cheeks flushed that shade of pink you could never be sick of. "Your place is close, Ellie's gonna meet with Dina soooo". Your sentence trails off, the suggestion in your voice clear.

The mention of your best friend makes her eyes widen. Looking around the room to try and spot her. "Ellies here?". There's a slight fear in her voice, something that makes you roll your eyes and scoff.

"Oh calm your tits Anderson you could literally kill her, I don't know why you're you're scared".

"Um let me think" she says sarcastically before looking down at you. "The psycho bitch keyed my car". You fight back the giggle that wants to escape your lips. After days of you crying over your ruined situationship Ellie took it into her own hands. And while you told her it was a stupid idea, you couldn't help but hug her and say thank you.

"Can't prove that" you shrug, looking down at your feet a little nervously. Scuffing your heels off the ground. "Look if you dont-"

"I do" she interrupts, her hand now resting onto your exposed arm. You look back into her eyes. Taking a deep breath and accepting that this was going to hurt tomorrow, but it was worth it. Since even just this little touch was making your skin feel like it's on fire.

"Say it." Your voice is stern, watching as Abby bites her lip softly. Leaning down to whisper into your ear.

"I...I want to fuck you"

Your hand comes up to hers, interlocking your fingers and leading her out. "Cmon then" the judgmental gaze coming from Ellie catches your attention before you reach the door. So you wave over and mouth 'I'll call you' while making a phone with your hand. As soon as you're out the warmth of the bar and in the unforgivng chill of the night, a shiver runs up your shine. "Fuck it's cold!" You squeal slightly.

Abby chuckles, looking around to make sure no one can see you two before her arm wraps around your shoulder. "Wouldn't be cold if you wore real clothes." The playfully dig at your revealing dress makes you push her away. With a fake gasp you point a finger into her defined arm.

"Don't slut shame me Anderson" you giggle softly before returning to her side looking up at her. Taking in the way the streetlamp lights bounce off her features. The way her hair flowed in the slight breeze, it was down for once tucked neatly behind her ears. "Besides I was trying to get fucked not stay warm" The slight look of hurt that flashes across her face makes you raise an eyebrow. "What? You jealous?"

"No" she protests, but they way she won't look at you is telling. Before you can question her again, she points towards the door to her apartment complex. Leading you over before punching in her code and opening the door for you. "Cmon before you get hypothermia"

You walk in and wait for her to be back beside you before you both continue up the stairs. "I thought you were meant to be a super smart med student, it's not cold enough for hypothermia". You're trying to lighten up the mood by teasing her lightly. Remembering the time you were convinced you had hypothermia because the heating in her apartment had gone out while you were over. Her door comes into view, and you listen to her dig the key out from her pocket.

"Yeah yeah, just get inside" Abby rolls her eyes while holding the door open for you again. Maybe it would be easier to hate her if she wasn't so kind, if she wasn't so pretty, if she didn't know you so well. The door shuts behind you as you take off your heels. When you turn Abby is just standing there. Fidgeting with her fingers and avoiding eye contact. "Look um...I- I'm sorry-"

"Save it Abby" you inturput, knowing that it would be nothing productive. It would be the say sorry she gave you atleast five times before you blocked her number. "I don't want an apology I want to cum" Abby steps towards you slowly, your hands moving up to her chest. She quickly takes off her boots before straightening back up.

"Yes ma'am" you giggle softly as her hands wrap around your waist and lift you up. Forcing your legs to wrap around her waist as she carries you to the bedroom. Taking your purse and putting it onto her nightstand before gently placing you down onto her navy blue sheets. Moving so she's looming over you. Her calloused hand running up your outer thigh, inching under the thin fabric of your dress as her lips trail down your jaw to your neck. Sucking a purple mark right in your pulse point that has you gripping for her hair.

"Fuck" you moan softly, feeling her smirk into your skin. You sit up inpatiently, pushing her back by her chest as you fumbling with the zipper on your dress. Huffing when you can't reach it.

"Desperate much?" Abby teases before reaching around and pulling it down for you. Helping to pull the fabric off before throwing it onto the floor. Letting her see the matching lingerie you had picked out for the night. "You really were trying to get fucked huh?"

"Yeah" you swallow hard as her eyes scan over you slowly. "You like it?" The truth was you had bought it for her, baby blue lace that matched her eyes. But she called off your little situatuonship before you got to show her.

Abby reaches her hand out for your cheek, pulling you in. This was new. She'd never been one for kissing during. You guys had made out maybe a hand full of times. Her lips touch yours, and you just melt into her. Arms drapping around her shoulders as she pushes you backwards. Her hand running up from your thigh to your chest. Palming your breast through the barley there fabric. When you moan softly she takes the chance to push her tongue past your lips. Deepening the kiss as your nails start to big into the skin of her upper back. When she finally pulls away slightly, the thin string of saliva still joining you together makes your stomach tighten.

"Abs" you whine softly, arching your back so she can slip her hands around and undo the clasp of your bra. Adding it to the floor alongside your dress.

She kisses you quickly "I love it". Abby mumbles before restarting her trail down your body. From your jaw to your neck, ending at your breast when she takes a nipple in her mouth. Swirling her tounge around the hardened bud as you arch into her. Moaning softly as your eyes flutter shut. Fuck you missed this. The way she made you come undone. Every touch so purposeful.

And God knows if she'd ever let you touch her you'd be the same.

The feeling of her fingers brushing over your clit through your panties makes you gasp. Slightly embrassed by the fact Abby can definitely feel the wetness seeping through the fabric.

"Stop- stop teasing me Abs" you plead as her mouth detaches from your nipple.

"Cmon pretty girl you clearly like it" she teases, rubbing your soaked panties. "What do you want?" You just look at her and bite your lip. Eyes darting down to her fingers but she tsks while shaking her head. "Say it" your own words repeated back to you. Because as much as Abby was unsure of herself when it came to you in public. In the comfort of her own four walls, she's as confident as ever.

"Fuck me" you say, the shake in your voice making Abby smirk. You clear your throat before speaking clearly. "Please Abby fuck me". Her fingers hook onto your panties as she moves back. Slowly peeling them off you and adding them to the pile. You sit up and tug at her shirt. Hoping she'll be feeling generous.

"Baby-"

"Please Abs" you cut her off, bringing your hands up to cup her cheeks gently. "I- I won't touch you, I know the rules by now just...wanna see you" she presses a hand to yours before nodding. Pulling back to grab them hem of her shirt. Slowly pulling it up and over her head.

When you started this situationship you asked her why she didn't like being naked. Why she never asked for anything in return. And the tough girl you'd known just looked at you softly and said. 'I just...I don't think I look good'. You left it at that, but you couldn't help the pity you felt for her. Because the truth was Abby was stunning, maybe the most gorgeous girl you'd ever seen. But there was clearly a voice in her head, who you could only assumed was Owen, telling her otherwise.

When her shirt hits the ground your eyes wander over her body, taking in her black sports bra and her washboard abs like you're obsessed with. "You're so pretty." You don't even realise you've said anything until she blushes softly. As Abby leans beck over you, you reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear gently. Just holding her for a second. God, you aren't drunk enough for this. A wave of feelings washing over you like a tsunami.

"What do you want baby?" Abbys voice breaks through your haze. "I've got the str-"

"Fingers" you inturput, just desperate to feel her. Just her.

"You don't usually want fingers" she teases "that's normally your warm up" Abby slowly moves her hands up your inner thighs, spreading your legs so she can look at your dripping pussy. "Fuck...you're soaked"

"Mhmm" you gasp her her fingers make contact with your clit. Making your hips jump slightly in a way that makes Abby chuckle. "You drive me crazy Abs"

She starts to move in slow, steady circles around your sensitive bud. Working soft gasps and moans from your lips as she kisses up your thighs. "Wanna taste you" she mumbles into your skin. Sure, you heard it but she didn't need to know that. So you snake your hand into her blonde locks at give her a gentle tug.

"What was that?" The fake innocence in your voice almost makes you want to laugh.

Abby looks away from you and goes to say it again so you place your hand on her jaw. Forcing her to keep eye contact. "I want to taste you" you raise an eyebrow, waiting on more. "Please?" The way her voice trembles slightly is the biggest ego boost. Working such a strong, confident woman to a mess like this is better than any drink you could've bought at the bar.

As soon as you nod your head and release her jaw, Abby wastes no time. Kissing down your stomach before her lips meet your clit. She gives you one fat lick from your hole to clit, her arms wrapping around your thighs to bring your legs over her shoulders. Abby's grip is so tight even if you wanted to move you'd stand no chance so instead you throw your head back into the pillow. Moaning shamlessly as her tounge works around your clit.

The pleasure makes a warmth spread across your body, your hand tangled in her hair as you hold her close to you. Trying to grind your hips into her but stopped by her hands pinning you down. You're almost convinced there's going to be bruises there tomorrow. "A- Abby" You whine, pleading for more.

She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with your wetness dripping down her chin. "Hmm?"

"Fingers please" your hand squeezes over her own. "Please Abby I'm so close"

Humming softly, she loosens her grip of her right hand. Slowly tracing over your skin until she reaches your mouth. You don't need to be told. Parting your lips, you let her push in. Sucking while keeping eyecontact. When she pulls them out you whine at the lose but it doesn't last long. As they slip into your hole your eyes roll back. "Fuck you're so wet" Abby gasps softly. Once you take her down to the knuckles she let's you adjust. "You good?"

"Mhm" you moans softly "move Abs please?". She doesn't need to be told twice, her fingers slowly starting to pump in and out of you as her mouth moves back to your clit. You can't help but clentch around her as she works you to your peak. Her neighbours must hate her, or really they must hate you. The way your loud moans echo throughout the room as she gets you closer and closer. You grip the sheets beneath you, screwing your eyes shut as your back arches. Orgasm washing over you while all you can do is chant her name over and over and over again. Completely lost in the pleasure.

Abby's pace slows after your finish over her fingers. Only pulling out once your breathing starts to steady and you open your eyes again. She moves up next to you, slumping down as your arms stay pressed together. The sudden silence hanging thick in the air. Uncomfortable, tense. But you break it.

"Are you gonna accept you like women yet?" You ask quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

"I don't" you don't wait for her to continue, instead you move yourself off the bed to start pulling on your underwear. You've been here so many times you just make your way to her closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt that's going to drown you. Planning on adding them to your small collection if her clothes. Even if they had all been shoved to the back of your closet. Abby sits up, stammer out some kind of explanation as you don't look at her. "I- I mean I do, but you know that this is"

"Mhm" you reply, the agitation clear in your tone. You quickly fix your hair to the best of your ability before picking up your dress and pulling out your phone from your purse. Slinging the bag over your arm as you request an Uber.

Abby just looks at you, nervously playing with the end of her hair. "I- its just the way I am-"

You inturput her with a sigh, finally looking at her with a slight pity. "It's not just gonna go away, but its your life Abby if you wanna be misrable and act like you dont like women thats your call" your app pings letting you know the ubers already here and you're silently thankful. Because the familiar feeling of falling for Abby is creeping back into you. "Good luck, babe" you say softly before heading out. Glancing down at your heels at the door with a groan. Reluctantly slipping them on before hurrying down to the Uber.

Maybe one day she'll change.

[vintagexherry]

Caught in his arms [2]

pt 1 here

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

// Yandere, Force feeding, No smut but mentions of Non-con, Pregnancy, Stockholm Syndrome, Chained up, Mental breakdown,dead dove do not eat.

Previously

You panic even more, he chases you for how long without breaking a sweat and now his kidnapping you, but with how much you run and didn't take note of your oxygen intake (lack of) and your vision starts to blur, and before you know it your fainted on the shoulder of the man that murdered your husband. Miguel silently noticed this"Lyla, set a course to earth-928"with that command a portal opens,leading you to god knows where.

You woke up with a start, your senses flare up something is wrong but your body is too tired to move.

You opted to look around you.

A monotone colored bedroom and your on top of a queen sized bed,beside you a large window reside and outside seems to caught you in awe despite your situation.

There's flying car, tall buildings and...Is that a train to the moon?!

You tried moving closer to the window but then you hear a metallic jingle at your feet.

Chains

With that your senses heightened in panic once again, trying to find anything, just something to break it off but your movements were limited.

Talking about movements, you hear footsteps arriving, as the door opened, you remember more and more what happened.

"YOU!" You shouted as he stepped closer to you and you tried backing up despite one of your legs being chained.

"Mi amor please, you need to calm do-" Miguel pleaded but you weren't having none of it.

"Don't you dare tell me what I should do or feel" You seethed at him and he sighed.

"I don't know what you want or who you a-"

"I'm Mig-"

"YOU ARE NOT MIGUEL." You hated this,this man,this doppleganger, you really don't know what this man wants to gain from telling you that his Miguel.

"The Miguel I know died in the forest you took me from, none other than you."

Miguel tried to push down the pain of hearing you accuse and yell at him, but it hurts him even more seeing you scared of him.

Before Miguel could say anything a small person suddenly appeared on his shoulder,and you can't help but be awe again, seriously what's with this place.

"Miguellllll, you plannin to leave the take out outside or something?" Lyla called out.

"Ugh, Fine fine I'll get it,Lyla keep watch of her"

"Alrighty, Mr. Moody" Miguel ignored her mocking salute as he leave to get the mentioned take out and that leaves with you and what seems to be a hologram called Lyla.

As the door shut close, Lyla suddenly glitched in front of you slightly scaring you.

"Soooo, how would you rate your stay so far?" Lyla beamed at you and you would have laughed at her comment if it wasn't the fact your kidnapped.

"Please I don't know what or who you are but please I need to go back" You pleaded hoping to get help.

"Yeaaaa...No, can't do that hun although I suggest you control your breathing, heart rate is going to high." Lyla says as she pulled a small screen beside her and as much as you can see it's your heart rate.

"Look I don't have time for all th-" before you finish your sentence, Miguel comes in with a box stamped with what seems to be a food logo.

"Here" Miguel placed the box in front you as it opened up by itself and you're presented with steaming Menudo with beef empanadas on the side, you admit it looks appetizing but then you remebered you were cooking Miguel Menudo before he.... Well... Before somebody cold blooded murdered him.

With that thought your appetite went out of a flash and you must have been staring at the food for too long since Miguel started to gather food with the available utensils and tried spoon feeding you but you turned away.

"I'm not hungry."

"Health Status suggests differently" Lyla replied and disappeared into thin air and you ignore her, her and Miguel, maybe if you ignore everything maybe you could wake up from this demented nightmare into the arms of your beloved Miguel.

The spoon of Menudo and rice still in front you thanks to Miguel holding it up.

"I'm not hungry." You repeated hoping he gets the message.

He didn't.

And you seemed to strike a nerve in him since he roughly grabbed face forcing your mouth to be open. You panic trying to shove his arms away but he tightened the grip on your face and you whimpered from the painful pressure.

"Look Y/N" he called your name roughly.

"I try to be patient, I really do but your making this difficult so I suggest you eat." He harshly said it as he forcefully shoved the spoon full of food into your mouth and with his hand he closed your mouth.

"Chew it" he said as you followed his orders, you didn't even notice you were crying till you feel wet drops drip down to your cheeks.

His eyes bore into your figure and you swallowed hoping he's satisfied enough.

And he sure is.

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Months has passed thanks to Lyla keeping track of you and updating the time and date, and you're surprised you're still breathing and living.

Within the first weeks the chain on your ankle upgraded to a longer one, long enough to reach the bathroom and roam around the room but not long enough to get out the room itself and even if you did able to do that, a beeping noise from your chain would alert both Lyla and Miguel and you learned the hard way to not do it again after Miguel forcefully slept with you that night, leaving you in bruises, bitemarks and legs that almost deemed useless.

Third week has passed and you were growing bored of the loop of a routine you got stuck with. So when Miguel isn't there to torture you with his presence, Lyla would appear and show you games and movies in holographic screens.

Within seven weeks of your "stay", you learned about many things.

Miguel is a busy person leaving you with Lyla most of the time

Miguel is tempermental

Lyla may seemed free spirited but she's always programmed to back up and help Miguel so you learned to never let your gaurd down with her.

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One month passed and you got trusted enough to roam around the house and you would mostly would sit on the couch, watching tv but nothing is processing since you were busy silently mourning for your dead husband.

Two months passed and you started to get the hang of most things, Miguel took this opportunity to teach you about the something something multiverse. He even has the guts to reveal that the universe you previously resided in collapsed since he killed the spiderman in it thus disrupting this so called "Canon Events".

With the information you got bombarded you, couldn't help but breakdown into tears, not only was your universe destroyed but the body of your husband just glitched out of existance, So he bled there alone and cold, not enough time for flowers to even grow for his grave when he glitched out of existance. Miguel didn't even seemed bothered by it, saying that "When you're in love, you just gotta make sacrifices Mi Amor."

That night you couldn't hold the anger bursting out of you, you banged on his chest even if it doesn't do much, you screamed at him saying what he did was pure evil, you angrily sprouted words and threw anything that you could reach, a hairbrush, a tissue box, a pillow, just anyting but he caught every one of it and that seemed to strike a nerve. Cuz the next thing you knew was him pushing you onto the bed, webbed your hands and took you that night again and again.

"I'm doing ALL for YOU, you're nothing but ungrateful, I loved you and you only and if you can't get that in your head, then I will"

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Silence

You mind was nothing but silent,and you enjoyed it,no stress, no overthinking

No nothing.

Months passed and you couldn't care less when Lyla updates you about it.

Your mind broken, Lyla seemed to scan your body and it seemed that you went into a state where you believe your still with your husband,the husband which you're familiar with.

The husband you're pregnant with.

Months passed since then and even in your broken state of mind, Miguel didn't mind a single bit. When news announced that your pregnant, Miguel seemed nothing but elated, Elated that his finally gonna have a chance to be a father again. But more months passed and Lyla surprised both of you that your pregnant with twins, Miguel got really happy he started to lift you up and spin you around till you both were nothing but giggling couples.

You were free to do whatever you want albeit difficult with your heavy belly, your chain long forgotten and you roam around the house time to time or sit at the backyard for a breath of fresh air.

But your favorite activity was to lay and relax in the arms of your husband who would caress your belly when the babies inside you would kick time to time.

Miguel would chuckle at the action.

"Hush now my two troublemakers,your mama is tired" he would whisper while you chuckle at his words, rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek which made him melt even further into your arms.

Sometimes you would wake up at night feeling hungry and Miguel would gladly get you your cravings even if it meant seeing you dip sausages in chocolate syrup.

When Miguel isn't around Lyla would happily entertain you with universes that are odd and what not,sometimes would talk to you about Miguel's funny mishaps in missions like that one time he kept getting beat up by a purse of an old lady who he tried to calm down, you couldn't help but laugh.

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"Come on push Miss Y/N you're almost there"

You cried as you grip Miguel's hand tightly as a Spider-Nurse-Doctor? Assisted you.

Hours had passed and before you know it,You were breastfeeding two beautiful babies,one boy one girl.

Miguel named the girl Gabriella and you Named the boy Mateo.

Although tired from the delivery you can't help but admire your babies who fed from you.

And Miguel couldn't help but admire the family he worked hard to have again, here in front of him,alive and well. Not only getting another daughter back but he even got a son. Even Lyla can't hold back from being happy and taking pictures of the newly born babies.

It's safe to say that Miguel didn't any remorse nor regret when your finally Caught in his arms.

[plutowrites]

Of Magic

note: whew dusted off the ole keyboard for this one. if i'm rusty, you gotta allow it. i love this one sm. because i love nanami kento. that is all.

pairings: dad!nanami x (fem) reader

contains: fluff. nanami being the best duh wbk. modern au.

You hear a faint scraping noise from the kitchen as you quietly enter your home, holding your breath while gently closing the door behind you. It's 9:53 PM, and although wishful thinking has you hoping the girls are fast asleep in their beds, you know they're probably waiting for you to come and kiss them goodnight. In your opinion, Kento outshines you in almost every aspect of parenting, but bedtime belongs to you. He just can't do stories like you can—nothing beats the silly voices you give to each character. Your voice range is impeccable.

However, it is late, and you've had multiple conversations with your children about not waiting up for you tonight; one when they had just woken up, another during breakfast, and the last reminder during the car ride to school before dropping them off. They know very well that you had a company event to attend outside of work hours and wouldn't be home until late at night. But still, a small (horrible) part of you wanted them to still be awake, just to hear their cute giggles and feel their tiny, warm hands wrapped around your neck in a tight hug. 

"How'd it go?" Kento asks, closing the lid over the Tupperware filled with tonight's dinner, which looks (and smells) like beef and broccoli stir-fry. You stand in the kitchen with a puzzled look on your face.

Instead of answering his question, you point to the food in his hands. "They ate the broccoli?"

Nanami turns to face you and frowns. "Of course they ate the broccoli."

"What?! They never eat broccoli when I'm around."

"That's only because you don't eat broccoli, honey. You're their hero; they wouldn't even touch chocolate cake if dearest mommy turned up her nose at it."

"Dearest mommy, huh," you repeat after him, a grin slowly spreading across your face. Kento wraps one arm around your shoulders lazily, pulling you into him and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"They should be asleep—"

"Nice."

"But they're probably not," Nanami finishes. You lean your head back to look at him. The beginnings of a smile dance on the corners of his lips.

You fake gasp. "How naughty."

"Soooo naughty."

"I'll go check on them when I go up there to change my clothes." Kento lets go of you and runs a hand through his hair. Noting the exhaustion on his face, you add, "You should rest now that I'm home. I can pack the girls' lunches for tomorrow too."

He shakes his head. "They're already done, but did you know they're really into star shapes now? It was just hearts last week. I can do hearts. I did hearts like a pro, actually."

"Are stars really that hard to do?" You ask, tongue in cheek.

He shoots you a look. In your husband’s defense, he really did cut hearts into foods like a pro. Every single item that went into the girls’ lunch boxes that could be carved into the shape of a heart, was in the shape of a heart. You always watched Kento from the couch in the living room as he meticulously sliced and diced away to make his girls happy.

You pat your hand across one of his cheeks and coo, "You're the best dad ever, literally." You draw out the word literally, eliciting a snort from Nanami.

"I had to ban that word today."

Now it’s your turn to laugh—your oldest daughter learned the word 'literally' in school this week and hasn't stopped using it since. It's sort of hilarious how she sneaks it into every other sentence. You tilt your head to the side and reply in the most serious tone you can muster, "Thank you because it was literally driving me, literally, insane, literally."

A chorus of giggles erupts from the top of the stairs, followed by a thundering rumble of footsteps descending. The moment in the kitchen, interrupted.

Nanami shakes his head gently and sighs, "Hmm, I wonder if they’re awake."

You grab the back of his neck, yank him closer, and plant a loud kiss on his cheek. "My babies are spoiled like little princesses. They need entertainment to go to sleep, and I am their jester. I bid you farewell."

"You’re going to read them a bedtime story?"

"Yes, I am going to read them a bedtime story..."

"Now? At 10:00 PM? And you call me soft..."

“You are, don’t even start.”

After a beat, Kento says softly, “You're so good to them, you know? They’re so lucky to have you.”

Hearing those words from him stops you in your tracks. They wouldn't mean nearly as much coming from anyone else as they do coming from Kento, simply because he is the best father. 

He’s so patient, and kind, and understanding. He lets the girls wear whatever madness they want, and is completely fluent in their ramblings and mumbles— far better than you. He knows exactly how they like their oatmeal, and memorized the milk to cereal ratio they must have in their bowls or else the world stops for them; he knows exactly what to say when they're feeling upset to calm them down.

He learned how to bake white chocolate raspberry muffins because it’s their favourite. He learned how to do funky hairstyles just because a crazy hair day at their school was on the horizon. He even learned how to patch holes in their clothes instead of telling them not to lay and roll around in the wood chips at the park because he couldn't bear to cut into their fun.

If Kento didn’t know how to do something, he learned. He was always trying. 

To you, your husband is a hard-working, dedicated, outrageously beautiful force of a man.

To your children, he’s nothing short of magic.

[seafumes]

the pink bows you wore. . . (WIP)

a/n: this is a work in progress.. it's been a lil bit since i posted smt, and i can't really figure out an ending yet soooo lmk what u think.😭🙈

synopsis: after a fatal accident, the memories of your lover seemed to have faded.

cw: character-color-trope, angst/hurt w barely any comfort, fem reader, tighnari x readerrr, i've never written for him before so bare with me please🙏🏾

a/n pt2: TY TO MY MUTUALS WHO HELPED ME CHOOSE!! @mwahkazu & @sl-vega 🫶🏾

TIGHNARI had never been so distraught as he sat at your hospital-bed side. His ears were dropped, his eyes a little puffy and red, it seemed like he'd just finished crying for the nth time this week.

as you laid there, all he was left with was his thoughts, and the occasional beep of the heart monitor; which seemed to ease his worries a tiny bit. at least he knows you're alive.

if someone were to ask him what happened, all he could say was "an accident."

"an accident?" he'd say to no one in particular when the interaction was done, and he was once again alone.

more like tragedy, he thought, face palming himself. even though it had been a week, he could remember the incident like it was yesterday.

"'nari!!" you exclaimed, waving at him from the top of the akademiya stairs. you were visiting because of an event for former students, and you decided to bring him as you plus one.

he greeted you with his usual smile, waving right back at you.

as you ran down the stairs to greet him officially, all you could hear was a "watch out!" before you were falling.

falling. it was all you could register before the world went black.

he couldn't stop thinking about it. you falling, and him not being able to run fast enough to catch you.

the wounds on your head were fatal, was one of the only things he remembered from the doctor's report about your condition.

he couldn't help but blame himself for them, even though it was his fault.

if i was faster, maybe i could've caught her, he thinks, feeling like he was going to cry again.

he then sighed, shaking his head. he knows you wouldn't want him thinking like that but he can't help it.

you looked so pretty up there with your sun-dress and pink bows tangled in your hair and around your outfit.

your smile was bright like the sun, you looked so happy till it happened.

the bows nestled ever-so-gently in his hand were the only things that gave him an ounce of hope.

hope that you'd wake up, and that you'd forget this thing even happened.

and he'd happily place them back in your hair.

but it seems that fate had other plans for him.

you groaned, opening your eyes, and slowly blinking to adjust to the dim hospital light.

you felt a slight pain in your head as you lifted your head up to see something—or rather someone on your bed.

who is this?, you thought, and decided to speak up. you coughed to get his attention.

"um, who are you?" your voice was hoarse, and some parts of the sentence came out a bit higher in tone than you liked it.

when the stranger looked up at you, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

to your dismay, he didn't answer you question, and immediately rushed out the room.

you sat there and blinked, until the door opened again, and a person who you presumed was a doctor, and the stranger walked in again.

in the course of a few minutes you were bombarded with questions from the doctor, which you tried to answer to the best of your ability.

the stranger seemed to know most of the answers better than you. like "what's your name," birthday, etc.

it didn't bother you that much though, since your were supposedly waking up from a coma, and you didn't really feel like going the extra mile to recall details.

when the doctor finally finished their verbal analysis, they left the two of you alone.

"[name]! i can't believe you're-!" you cut him off as he engulfed you into a hug.

"uh," you started, stiffening at the sudden contact.

"i don't think you heard me but, who are you?" you finally asked, pulling away from the hug.

"what.." his voice barely above a whisper.

remember this is a WIP,, so abrupt ending for now🙈

[oh-katsuki]

your cup of espresso sits untouched and cooling on the dinner table. you have it after dinner every night, one sugar cube evenly dissolved through the mixture, giving it an almost syrupy flavor that is lovely to sip. it's bitter, but the right kind of bitter, and somehow so impossibly sweet. a perfect finish to the day.

the black screen of your phone sits unobtrusively beside your wrist. you pick it up idly, illuminating it with a quick tap of your finger. a few new notifications, instagram, snapchat, texts, twitter notifications you don't care about. nothing really all too pressing.

you tap to open up your contacts, scrolling and coming to a stop at his name. gojo satoru with a little red heart beside it.

at first, you only tap on it to look. it's not really like you had any plan to text or ring him. you just wanted to look at his contact card, maybe stare for a few minutes at the smiling, half ugly photo of him set as his contact picture. you're in the background of it, grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. it's a photo from a work meetup and nanami took it. somehow, it's come to mean a lot more to you than just a contact photo. you sigh, contemplating the phone call and then, without much fanfare, you click the button.

it rings in your ear as you put it up to the side of your head. your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for the ringing to come to a stop, maybe to hear his voice. it's been a long while since he's answered your calls though and you let out a humorless laugh as his voicemail plays.

"hey, you've reached gojo satoru. sorry i missed your call, i'm just soooo busy—" someone interrupts him, "hey can't you see im recording my voicemail message?" there's a small noise and then he's back, closer now. "—anyway, leave a message at the beep and maybe i'll call you back."

he'd set it in high school and his voice is a familiar and delightful higher pitch. you'd always told him that he needed to change it to something more mature, but he'd always blink at you and give you the same answer.

"who the hell would be calling me?" he'd say. "think i'm applying for another job or something?"

and you could never really argue with it. sure, you could've told him that it was immature, but at the end of the day he was right. it's not like he'd ever planned to change professions and professional conduct meant fuck-all when he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

"hey," you start, clearing your throat, "it's me again. i don't know why i thought you'd actually answer my call this time, just sort of felt like you would. it was nice to hear your voice though, even if it was your voicemail message."

you run your finger along the grain in the wood of your table, tracing its intricate pattern with a light touch.

"i made that strawberry shortcake thing today." you're not really sure why you're telling him that. "you know, the one with the cream instead of frosting. it was good, kinda hard to make the actual cake though. the house smells good now. but yeah, i had a day off for once so i just sort of... hung around." you can feel your bottom lip growing raw with the way you chew on it between sentences. there's not really a reason that you called him. nothing particularly interesting has happened to you, let alone anything he'd care about, but you just felt like talking. still do, even if it's to his voicemail box, and you continue speaking into it about your day.

you like to think he couldn't be bothered to answer the phone. lazy, in some way, to answer your needy call. you like to think that maybe he'd seen the call, his phone ringing on the counter, from where he was in the shower. he'll listen to your voicemail and call you when he's out and dry to ask about trying the cake, maybe.

"would have been nice to see you. it's been like... two months since we've met up. i know you're probably busy though. doing whatever it is you do on the weekend, not that i really know anymore."

the kitchen light suddenly seems too bright, casting its artificial yellow glow down on the center of your table. you reach up to rub your temples. there's a dull throb beginning behind your eyes and in the bridge of your nose. it's almost like you're about to cry and as you sniffle quietly into the receiver, you can feel the swell of emotions as it rises in you.

"i really miss you, satoru," you say with a defeated sigh. "i know i probably sound like a broken record and that your phone storage must really be taking a hit, but i do. you probably get a kick out of knowing that though," the laugh that comes from you is muddled as your nose begins to run, and you reach quickly to wipe it. "wish you'd call me back. or come home, maybe. it's funny, i keep thinking that you'll come in the door any minute and the feeling never really... stops."

you clear your throat again, putting your tongue in your cheek and steeling your nerves a little.

"well, i'll let you go now," you swallow, laughing a little like the statement is silly. he's not really on the phone. it doesn't matter all that much how long the voicemail is. "stop before the voicemail lady cuts me off. but yeah, i just wanted to call. i keep hoping that you'll pick up. who knows, right?"

there's a short pause and then you inhale, straightening your back.

"i love you," you say. "always have. i'll call you tomorrow too, so... yeah. i love you, satoru. bye."

you pull your phone away from the side of your face, clicking the end call button a little too quickly before putting it face down on the table. it's comforting to call him, but it hurts too. there's always the hope that he'll answer. that by some miraculous turn of events, the ringing will stop short and he'll draw out a hello in a pleasant tenor hum. of course, he'd know exactly who's calling. satoru always did.

maybe you'll pay him a visit tomorrow, say all of this directly to him, though you haven't had the courage yet to visit that little stone plaque. it's a little too hard, for now. it's easier to think that he's ignoring your calls than incapable of answering them all together.

someday, his voicemail will fill up and you'll have to confront the truth. it will fill up, you'll be greeted by the voice mailbox full message, and there will be no one on the other end to clear it.

[sinning-23]

Supa Freak (NSFW Headcannons)

Seggcy headcanons plus bonuses opla headcanons

Warnings!: i mean ... it says nsfw in the title bro...favorite position, volume, size, stuff like that, things they say during the act-

Anyway! Enjoy

Warnings: THESE ARE 18+ HEADCANNONS! Let’s be fr.

Zoro

-Okay so…..I’m not saying it’s always the quiet ones but-

-I feel like he’s not particularly picky when I comes to being intimate with you. If he can see your face or be able to had a handful of your ass in his hands he’s happy. (doggy w/ the mirror in front of you. best of both worlds)

-He’s not much of a submissive lover either, I think the closest you’ll ever get to that is riding him and even then he’s got control most the time.

-I like to think he prefers back shots because he likes the sound of your skin slapping because he’s fuckinf you that hard and fast. He also like then you can’t seem to form a sentence cause he’s reaching even the deepest parts of you.

-He’s not very loud btw. Like slight groans here and there. I think he’d be a pinch more talkative tho.

-“That’s it, take it.” Or “Justttt like that.” Or “You like the way I fuck you? Don’t you?”

-7”, shower, cut

Luffy

-Let him eat. And he won’t stop until he’s satisfied.

-That’s his go to honestly, if he’s not going to do anything else, he’s going to eat you out. It’s his favourite, you just taste too damn good. I feel like he’s the type to lock your thighs in place and hold your hips down so you can squirm away from in in an attempt to save yourself from overstimulation.

-Puts his hat over your face and has you lean alllll the way back. Loves seeing you like that.

-He’s a pretty good volume, and he’s never had a problem taking with his mouth full so jsut know you’ll get to hear everything he as to say about you and how good you are to him/for him.

-“Soooo good” Or “Fuck I could eat you all day.” Or “Stop trying to run from me, I’m not finished.”

-Had made you squirt on multiple occasions from his tongue alone. Call to a ‘special skill’.

-6.5, grower(ironic), uncut

Usopp

-He can laugh you out your panties we all know it too, don’t act surprised.

-I feel like he’s one to like good old cowgirl. You mean to tell him he can see your face AND feel/fill you up? Oh say less.

-I think his favorite part is watching you sink down on it, that little nervous look you get wondering if it’ll fit despite you having done this countless times before.

-Knows your thighs get cramped up so he will take it upon himself to lift you up and thrust upwards so you can have a break. But god is it hard to hold back when you’re so warm, and wet, and squeezing him so well. He wants to last but you’re making it hard to.

-Not much of a talker but will definitely moan and whimper. He’s too busy trying not to cum to talk. He’s got to fuckin focus-

-Oh the chance that he does talk it’s really to warn you or swear at how good you feel

-“F-Fuck.” Or “Wait I can't-I’m gonna-”

-6.5, uncut, shower

Sanji

-Against the wall (bitch I know yall saw him shirtless I'm sure that he's got enough body strength for the both of you.)

-Something about you being trapped gets him going. He makes sure you're secure against the wall too, his hands secure at your thighs and ass, holding you up, watching the way your body kinda recoils with each thrust.

-Just know he's marking you up, I mean all the way up. You're gonna look like someone strangled you by the end of it and, yes you did because he's got a thing for choking (giving or receiving) but also he can't seem to keep those pearly whites off the skin of your neck. Claims you're "too delicious not to taste."

-let him lick caramel off your titties.

-Isn't really loud, but isn't exactly quiet either. He's definitely more of a talker if we're comparing him to Zoro, but he also moans more.

-"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, give it to me mamas." or "Can you feel me right here chérie?"

-7.5, grower, cut

Nami

-On a countertop. Somewhere she can have you sit pretty and let her do absolutely filthy things to you.

-That rose toy is NOT letting up by any means and you can bet she's already got 3 fingers stretching you out.

-She's the type to not only talk you through it but also praise you for lasting this long. Makes it a note to give you sweet, soft kisses because her fingers are about to bully another orgasm out of you.

-I think she's a fan of countertops because every time you get off there's a niceee shine over it and most likely a sizable puddle dripping off the side.

-"That's my girl, my pretty girl." or "I know, I know, let me make you feel good."

-5, has a vibrate setting(4 speeds), baby blue

Buggy

-Standing up, you bent over, him pulling your arms back, in front of a mirror, watching how your tits move when he thrusts into you.

-This man is fucking filthy, he will fold you like a goddamn lawn chair one second and eat you out the next.

-There is no true favorite honestly, as long as he gets to feel you squeeze around him and hear you tell him how good his cock feels deep inside you.

-You quickly learned why he's so cocky, its not without reason that's for damn sure

-He can be whiny and a mess when he's particularly desperate and in need of you to take control. Sometimes he's quiet and calculated, either in the mood to punish you for being a total brat, or he's frustrated/pent up. Total wild card. You just gotta be able to gauge which side of Buggy you'll have the pleasure of seeing tonight

-"Take this dick baby, fuckin take it." or "This pussy is mine, understand me?" or "Keep doing that honey, I'll even beg for it if I have to."

-8, grower, cut (ironic lol)

Shanks

-This man is a very tentative and intimate lover. I mean he really really makes you feel and fucking savor EVERYTHING he has to give you. He knows he has to leave again sooner rather than later so at least one of the nights if not all that he gets to stay with you are so dams passionate.

-He's a very heavy breather and groans a lotttt. Hell, he swears a lot too. He just can't believe how wet you are for him, how easily he can slide into you and feel you squeeze down on him.

-His favorite position I feel like has to be you sitting on his lap. It's easy to just slide in and have your back pressed to his chest. he can touch any part of you he wants, kiss your neck and shoulders, hold your hips, and run his hands up the plush of your stomach and chest. He can caress your thighs if they get sore, and he can spread them wider too if he wants.

-"That's my girl. Doing so good for me aren't you?" or "Ohhh god." or "Let me love you, need to show you how much I adore you."

7.8, shower, uncut

[star--anon]

I'm bored, let's talk jealous Minho

because you KNOW that idiot is slinking around Thomas like "Hey. You got any crushes? Is that boy hot to you? Do you like men? Do you think that man looks cute? What's your type. You like muscles?"

Thomas starts talking about how he sometimes misses Teresa, or how his love for Teresa and Brenda confuses him sometimes, etc. and Minho is vibrating with homosexuality

Thomas slips into his tent one night to tell him that he might have a crush on one of the Immunes, but he doesn't know what to do about his feelings

Minho gives him the biggest Kicked Puppy Look of the century

That moment when your crush is indeed gay, but is not gay for you

Start immediately trying to find this Immune. Needs to get a look at him. Whoever this man is better be the kindest, smartest, most sarcastic and yet also genuinely thoughtful and caring man to ever exist to deserve Thomas' secret admiration

Thomas laughs and promises Minho that his crush is all of that and more, but refuses to share who it really is

"Dammit, Minho, stop trying to know his name. I just need advice. What should I do?" "Find someone better."

Minho's soooo adamant about it too.

just dropping excuse left and right about why he doesn't like this crush of Thomas'.

"You've never even met him!" "Okay, but he could be a murderer. Why would I want to meet a murderer."

He gives hundreds of excuses and none of them are true. "He could be really mean. Have you ever even talked to him before? You have a dry sense of humor; what if he can't reciprocate? What if he hates coffee. What if he hates big sweaters. I bet your crush won't appreciate flowers."

Thomas keeps confiding in him like, "Mmmm, I wonder if my crush could-"

meanwhile all Minho wants to do is scream "I COULD DO IT BETTER"

He finally snaps one day. They're cuddling and Thomas sighs into his shoulder, and it sends a shiver down his spine, and he's just so fucking happy... And Minho remembers it's a limited amount of time before someone else gets these moments with Thomas. And what if Thomas won't have time for him anymore?

Thomas blinks in confusion as he's suddenly shoved off the bed

"Minho what's wrong?" "I dunno, ask your stupid crush."

Minho tries to pick a fight with him. He's better at anger and sarcasm than he is at talking it out. Maybe it's selfish of him, but he's drunk on anger and that helps suppress the guilt in him a little.

Thomas puts a quick stop to it though.

"My crush is you."

"So why don't you fucking- Your crush is what."

Thomas grins and laughs a little. Rubs the back of his neck. "Awkward confession, huh?"

Minho's on him and kissing his face before he can finish his sentence.

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw alphabet - jack thurlow <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: switch!jack, switch!gn!reader, degrading, edging, sex tapes, overstimulation, hickies

A - Aftercare <3:

Jack's not always the most affectionate person, but he understands that you need to be cared for, especially after he's so rough with you. He'll clean you up, offer you a smoke, maybe put on some music. He likes laying with you after, probably keeping quiet conversation until you eventually fall asleep.

B - Body Part <3:

fem!reader:

Your tits are just his favorite thing in the world, and he gives them extra attention while he fucks you. He always his mouth on them, one cupped in his hand, etc.

male!reader:

He can't get enough of your thighs, always kissing and biting them before he gives you head. They're also his favorite pillow <3.

C - Cum <3:

He cums soooo much, and he loves making you a mess with it. He'll finish all over your thighs, your stomach, even your chest.. but his absolute favorite will always be inside you. He just loves watching his cum spill out of you.

D - Degrading <3:

Jack has such a mouth, he definitely degrades you like crazy in bed. He can't help himself, he loves how much his filthy words affect you.

"Such a needy thing.. can't even handle what you were just begging for, hm?"

"You're shaking already? That's just pathetic."

E - Edging <3:

Jack LOVES edging, whether he's doing it to you, or vice versa. If he's edging you, he'll be teasing about it, pulling his hand back or slowing his thrusts everytime you're gonna cum. If it's the other way around, he's such a mess for you. He'll be muttering incoherent sentences after the first five or six times he's denied, cursing under his breath and begging you let him finish.

F - Filming <3:

I honestly think Jack would love making little videos with you ever so often while you guys fucked. Nobody but the two of you would ever see them, of course. He'd pull his phone out while he had you in missionary and film himself disappearing in and out of you, holding your waist with his free hand. He'll definitely watch it later when he misses you.

G - Goofy <3 (how serious is he in the moment?):

Jack is always pretty sarcastic, and that doesn't change in bed. He's not comical per se, but he's always making little comments or mocking you.

H - Hair <3:

He def trims down there, he likes it neat and tidy. He doesn't really care that much if you shave or not, as long as you're comfortable.

I - Intimacy <3:

He's soo intimate, always kissing and holding you. He'll be fucking into with heavy, deep thrusts, his lips moving against yours, muffling your pretty moans. He'll always hold your hand in missionary, mumbling how good you feel the whole time.

J- Jealousy <3:

He trusts you, but that doesn't stop him from getting jealous easily. If he's taking you out, he'll always have a protective hand in yours or on your waist, death glaring anyone who looked at you too long. He'll get so possessive, and it carries into your sex life all the time.

"All mine, nobody else can have you, can they? No, that's right."

K - Kissing <3:

He'll kiss you goodbye before work, and then again when he comes home. He'll kiss you when you ask him to, or just out of the blue when he feels the need to be close to you. But his favorite time to kiss you is when you're whimpering and crying under him, stuffed with his cock while his lips are pressed against yours.

L - Location <3:

His favorite place to fuck you is against his desk, always bending you over the flat surface and pounding you against the wood. He also likes the bed- classic, comfortable, reliable.

M - Mocking <3:

He mocks you so much, he loves watching you get all embarrassed under him while he's dropping taunting little comments.

"You're such a mess already. I'm barely touching you, doll."

"What, it's too much? Can't take it anymore? You poor thing.."

N - No <3:

He would never ever fuck you in front of someone or with someone else, he's too possessive for that. He has you all to himself, and he's not willing to share with anyone else.

O - Overstimulation <3:

Jack loves overstimulating you almost as much as he loves edging you, and he's a mess whenever you do it to him. He'll be whimpering and crying while you make him cum over and over, begging you to slow down. He's just so whiny when you take control.

"Wait- fuck, it's too much."

"Please slow down, please- oh fuck please, I'll do anything."

P - Pace <3:

It depends on his mood! If he's in a softer mood, he fucks you nice and slow, savoring every roll of his hips and taking his time. If he's in a more cocky mood, or even a bad mood, he's a lot quicker with you. He'll pound into you with swift, heavy thrusts that take your breath away.

Q - Quickies <3:

Jack doesn't hate quickies, but he prefers having more time with you. When he does keep it quick, he always makes up for it with a longer, more intimate time later.

R - Risk <3:

He likes experimenting with you, but he has his limits. Despite not taking super huge risks, you guys never fail to keep things fun, and he always makes sure you feel good <3.

S - Stamina <3:

This man could fuck you for hours, he can last round after round. He'll get a little overstimulated, but it's worth it to see you fall apart for him. Even when you're all fucked out and crying, he'll be thrusting into you, stressing how good you feel while he chases his release.

T - Toys <3:

Jack doesn't like toys, he knows he can make you feel way better than any gadget or silicone toy can.

U - Unfair <3:

He teases you so much, he knows damn well it works you up real nice for him. He'll make you wait for your first couple orgasms, then force you to have even more. He'll drop mocking comments and taunting questions all the time. He just loves how you react to him.

V - Volume <3:

He's so loud, and so vocal. He has no shame in expressing how good you make him feel, groaning and spitting out filthy words effective the whole time. When he's submitting to you, he whimpers and whines so much.

W - Wildcard <3:

Jack is obsessed with giving you hickies, all over your body. He'll mark up your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your lower abdomen.. he loves how you squirm around while he's sucking at your skin. It feeds into his possessiveness, and he thinks they look so pretty on you.

X - X-ray <3:

He's packing a relatively girthy 7 inches, more than enough to keep you satisfied.

Y - Yearning <3:

He wants you all the time, but he's good at keeping it under control. It gets worse if he has a busy week at work, or if the two of you hadn't done anything like that with eachother in a while.

Z - Zzz <3:

He's fast asleep as soon as he knows you're both cleaned up and taken care of. He cuddles you sm when you guys go to bed, holding you tight and sleepily kissing you until he's out.

**

A/N: i've never done an nsfw alphabet, but this was really fun! will definitely be making more of these for other characters. hope you enjoyed <3!

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

But what if Koyuki became a ghost, like, mere hours after her death? She was so very determined to not let her fiancé suffer another awful loss that she just noped out of heaven. She has a wonderful boy to marry and cherish, thank you very much!

Sadly she gets to him after Muzan does. At which point Hakuji is busy being driven insane by the hunger of a newly-born demon. Good thing that there's precisely sixty-seven freshly killed bodies near him!

Point is. Koyuki being with him as soon as he regains his senses (she had the very good idea to stay away from Muzan, he gave her a very bad feeling). Obviously he doesn't remember anything but I think having a living breathing reminder of his past with him would make him remember real fast. So he would still go by Hakuji I think.

Koyuki learns how to make herself solid enough to touch things after a few months or a few years, and Hakuji and her spend a very long time not letting go of each other's hands. Once she is able to touch things, being a ghost becomes much less sad. She can stay with Hakuji forever, there is literally no downside to that!

Koyuki being a ghost is also much less angsty than it sounds because now she's functionally invincible : she can't die of old age, blows and blades go through her, and she can't be poisoned since she can't eat. Really, not being able to eat is the saddest thing about being dead, but she figures that since Hakuji is unable to eat human food now it's only fair that she can't either! The vows say in sickness and in health after all.

Speaking of. They don't actually stay engaged that long. Of course, the wedding of a ghost and a demon sounds like a joke, but once Hakuji masters shapeshifting enough to make himself look human it's not that hard to find a priest who'd marry them (really the hardest part is to convince the priest to hold the ceremony when the sun's down). So they've actually been married for a long time when canon comes in!

Koyuki thinks that Hakuji's pink hair is soooo cute. She's also aware that his hair color and the snowflake of his demon art come from her, and she's super touched. She kind of regrets not being able to change clothes, she'd like to wear things blue like Hakuji's eyes!

Obviously having his memories since almost the beginning means that Hakuji faces a certain dilemna when it comes to eating. Koyuki helps him with finding a solution, and after a while they figure that Hakuji can go the scavenger route - find bodies that have been freshly killed so he doesn't need to kill - or eat horrible people, which is still murder but eh you do what you gotta do.

Koyuki and Hakuji, free from human restrictions, travel the whole country several times over. They don't fear illness or the elements anymore - they can play in the rain or in the snow and climb freezing mountains and neither of them needs to breathe so they can dive into the oceans mingling with the fish for hours. For Koyuki, who's always been so restricted by her frail body, this is nothing short of a dream come true. And she gets to spend eternity with her husband!

Koyuki manages to avoid Muzan's awareness by virtue of being able to be invisible and having no presence to speak of. Hakuji can feel her spirit like he can everyone's, but she has no smell and no mass and she is dead so if she goes invisible no one can know she's here except Hakuji.

Hakuji and Koyuki don't try to break the curse Hakuji is under because they're not aware it can be broken. They don't like Muzan at all but they don't have any other choice.... Of course Hakuji once tried to tell Koyuki that she wasn't bound to his master, so she could leave if she wanted to, but he didn't even get to finish his sentence before getting yelled at. At some point they learn of Tamayo, though, and, well.... It's a very interesting thing to learn.

Also! Koyuki being dead means that she's absolutely sturdy enough to learn Soryuu! I think she would want to learn to honor her father and also because Hakuji finds so much joy in it and she wants to share that with him. She's not much for fighting, and they both try to avoid demon slayers because those guys are just doing their job and they feel bad if Hakuji has to kill one of them (and anyway Hakuji is actually pretty low-key as far as demons go, what with being mostly a scavenger... And they move around a lot so they're pretty untraceable - all in all Hakuji is pretty much never specifically hunted by demon slayers).

They spend much of their time holding hands because even after centuries they're still ridiculously in love, and they may in fact have some separation anxiety (you can't blame them, the last time they were separated ended very badly for both of them).

They go see the fireworks every year and visit Keizo's grave often to tell him about their travels :)

Also! Just thought about this but I remember reading somewhere that Akaza's demon marks were actually related to his thief tattoos in the sense that they were marks of his crimes. But like. Are we talking murdered-67-swordsmen kind of crimes or killed-and-ate-people kind of crimes? Because if it's the latter, then it means that the marks developed over time (weird to think about) but also that in this au he might not have those marks at all since he kills. WAY LESS people than he presumably does in canon. Like he's mostly a scavenger which still falls under "eating humans" but....... Idk the point is that in this au Hakuji might have way less or different demon markings.

[augustghosts]

Wedding Ring

Tangerine x Fem!reader

Summary: A wedding ring will not stop Tangerine from getting what (who) he wants.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut! Basically straight from the get go so 18+, minors leave pls. Cheating. Pinv. unprotected sex. Lots of teasing and dirty talk. Lots of pet names and swearing.

This is based off of the song Bad Thing by Arctic Monkeys lol. This actually has a little bit of plot, idk if it's gonna be boring or not. I kinda have an idea for a part 2… hehe. As always this isn't proofread soooo, lmk if you spot any dire mistakes. I hope you like <3

@slut4tangerine 🫶

“Your brother is next door.” Breathless, a sigh. Practically a moan. A dingy hotel room somewhere in a noisy part of the city. Cheap and small. They had only been in here a few minutes, their bags tossed by the door, curtains shut. Shoes still on but Tangerine had her up against the door nethertheless. His large, ringed hand gripped her waist tightly. His warm, kiss swollen mouth traveled down her neck.

“So?” She can feel the smile on his lips as he whispers against her ear. Another dreamy sigh leaves her mouth. “He’s tired. He’s probably already in bed. Don’t make me think about my brother right now.” He finishes his sentence by shamelessly palming her tits through her blouse. “All I've been thinking about is you.”

“Yeah?” She starts to reach for the buttons on his shirt.

“Yeah.” He groans when she gets the buttons undone and runs her palms over his chest. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”

“What were you thinking about?” He’s returning the favor now, ripping open her shirt. His eyes darted straight to her chest. Not as courteous as she was with his clothes.

“Been thinking about this stupid little skirt. Been thinking about how good you look in it.” His hands run down her back to grab at her ass, a firm squeeze makes her whimper as he says: “How good your ass looks in it.”

When he starts to kiss down her neck again, her head naturally moves to the side to give him some more room. A glint catches her eye, a small flicker of reflecting light on the bedside table. Her wedding ring sits neglected on the side, just like the man who gave it to her sits neglected on the other side of the world. He notices the change, he knows - he always knows.

“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbles, his hand weaving into her hair to make him look at her. His strong grip pulled her head back. His other hand on her back, keeping her flush against him. Keeping her there to feel how hard he already was. By it, he meant him. Her husband, her marriage. Tangerine hated thinking about it. She should have his ring on her finger, he would have bought her a much nicer one. He hadn’t held back from telling her this in the past and honestly, she believed him. He always made sure she had nothing but the best.

Taking off the ring didn’t make it any easier - maybe it made it worse. Thew thought of fucking her with the ring on made Tangerine’s cock stir to life. The thought of holding her hands above her head as he fucked her, while the ring sat there on her finger. Fuck, he wanted that. He wasn’t even sure why. But she always took it off and unfortunately for him, he had to respect that. Her brain constantly warns her that removing the ring every time probably makes this whole affair harder, the mere act of removing the ring makes her feel guilty. But there is just something about Tangerine that she can't resist. Something that she needs. Something that makes all of this strangely worth it.

Tangerine is like a whirlwind. His lips capture hers again, his hands continue their race to pull off her shirt - her bra following. He maneuvers her down to the surprisingly soft mattress. It never took him long to get her squirming and begging. She only needs half an excuse and she’ll be away with him. Away with him down the same road they’ve traveled a million times before. His lips leave hers to rid himself of his own shirt.

“Tan, please.” She whimpers below him. Her hands caressing his chest that was now bared to her - warm skin and muscle under her soft palms.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He coos. “You want me to touch you?” One of his thick fingers trailed over her covered pussy, his arm pushing her skirt up over her hips. Her legs wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. His other hand comes up to cradle her throat. Such a simple touch yet it held everything. And he knew that she loved it. He drew back to look at her underneath him.

“You look so good like this baby. Tell me what you want.” He urged, his voice deeper. It wasn’t enough for him to feel it or see it, he wanted to hear it. Hear her beg for it, hear her beg for him.

“I don’t know.” She breathes. His grip on her neck is still tight. “Just hurry. Please.”

“You do.” He whispers. “Show me.”

She rolls her eyes at him, grabbing his hand that was around her neck and guiding it back under her bunched up skirt. The place that always ached for him. His touch is always electric. His hand slipped into her already soaked panties, she’d been wet for him for most of the day. But she wouldn’t tell him that. The last thing he needed was an ego boost. His fingers easily find her clit, circling it tightly - slowly. The whines and moans that she let out sounded heavenly, the sounds he always thought about when he was alone. His fingers slid down just a bit further.

“So wet for me already.” he groans. She was dripping for him, writhing against his hand. Craving him. She flushed as he held his hand up to the lamp beside the bed, his fingers glistened in the dull light.

“Look at that.” He smirked.

“Stop being a dick.” she said, reaching for his belt buckle. “Get on with it.”

“I just like taking my time with you, baby.” He said as he slipped his two fingers into her mouth, pushing them past her lips. Groaning at the feel of her mouth - warm and wet.

“I can’t wait to get my cock in between those lips.” He mumbled as he helped her with his pants, throwing them to the floor. He undid the zip at her hip, unraveling the skirt and slipping it down her legs, joining his clothes on the floor. He pressed a kiss to her navel as he slipped off her soaked panties next. Then, he was above her again- her hands cradle his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss. He kissed her like no one else. Better than her husband ever had.

“We’ll save that for later, I can't wait to have you baby. You look so pretty like this.” She was a sight that Tangerine thought he could worship for the rest of his damn life. Legs eagerly open for him, pussy glistening in front of him.

“Please Tan, I need you.” She whimpered. He smiled and stood on his knees before her. Pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away, grasping her waist in his strong hand - the other one holding his cock at her entrance. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I thought I told you to stop being a dick?” Her ankles around his waist attempt to encourage him forward.

Tangerine laughed before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and finally pushing inside of her. They both groaned in unison, moaning into each other's mouths. Fuck, he filled her up so well. It always felt so right. He started slowly, studying her face - engraving every little reaction into his mind. Waiting to hear her begging for him, the way he liked.

“Fuck, please.” She finally breathed out - she sounded heavenly. “Harder!”

“Yeah? You want it harder?” He pulled out, ignoring her whines of protest and gripping her hips. “Turn over for me, gorgeous.”

He helps up onto her knees and flips her over, a groan leaving him as she pushes her ass up into the air. He places his hand on the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back further. Her hands grip the pillow in front of her as he pushes back inside of her, immediately starting a bruising pace.

“Is this how you wanted it?” He asks. She moans in response, a firm slap to her ass encourages her to answer.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Tan.” She practically shouts, her voice high pitched. The sound of skin on skin rings throughout the room, if she wasn’t so far gone she would be hoping they didn’t have anyone staying in the rooms next door.

He slaps her ass again, his palm soothing the spot afterwards as he mutters; “So fucking perfect, baby.” He loves seeing her face, loves the face she makes when she comes for him. But having her like this - back arched, face pressed into the mattress, it always ignited a fire in him. He keeps up his pace, she always marveled at how strong he was. A lot stronger than he looked, she had underestimated him when they first met. Something he would soon teach her to regret. She’s close - a tingling in her belly that travels down her legs tells her so. Her fingers come up to rub at her clit, it almost drives Tangerine insane.

“Oh fuck yes, touch yourself sweetheart. Shit, are you close, baby?” He’s close too, it’s so hard for him to hold back when it comes to her. He wasn’t even embarrassed about it, and he made sure she knew it. “So fucking tight baby, you feel fantastic. Gonna make me come all over you. You want that?”

“Yes! Please. I want it.” She screamed, she knew he liked it when she was vocal. “I’m gonna come, Tan. Shit, don’t stop!”

Her mouth opened, a moan of his name followed by her pressing her face into the pillow as she came. His hand wrapped into her hair, tugging her head back up. “Oh no you don’t.” He hissed, his teeth gritted, jaw tight. “I wanna fucking hear you baby. Fuck, i’m gonna come all over this gorgeous ass, sweetheart.”

And that he does, she’s still recovering - moaning softly and panting, when he pulls out and spills over her skin. His hand finishing himself off. A gruff moan of her name as she feels his seed drip down her thighs. Honestly, she could have come again just from the sounds he made. She collapsed onto the mattress, turning over onto her back - he flops beside her. She laughs when the bed creaks underneath them. Both of them are breathing heavily and she can feel him looking at her. she doesn’t want to turn, this was always the hardest part - meeting those big blue eyes and having to leave him behind.

When she does meet his gaze, it's exactly as she suspected. He’s looking at her hopefully, laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand.

“You know we only booked two rooms, right?” He says. “So, unless you’re planning on rooming with Lemon next door….”

He trails off, a proud smirk on his face. Two rooms. Of course. She knew she should have done it herself. Oh well, nothing she can do now. She’s tired and sweaty and honestly, going to sleep in Tangerine’s arms sounds like heaven. But first, she gets up to shower and of course, he follows. Half an hour later they are back in the bed, the room is dark but illuminated by the bustling city lights - reds and purples. An open window lets a comfortable breeze in, the soft sound of cars and Tangerine’s breathing fills her ears. His strong arm is laying over her waist, she’s pulled tightly to his chest - so warm. Fuck, she could get used to this. She really should have booked her own room. But for now, this is okay. Just this once.

[crazycurly-77]

Memory Loss - Chapter 11

The shower was really freezing cold and you tried to flee, but Jethro was stronger than you despite his constant laughing. After a few seconds he had mercy and made the water warmer. To make up for it, he soaped you up and then dried you off. 

While wrapping you in a soft towel he kissed and hugged you. You simply enjoyed yourself and him and felt so warm and cozy that you totally forgot that your relationship does not really exist. But you so wished it would be, you could really get used to this. 

Finished with drying you off Gibbs gave you a clap on your ass and said “now that you're awake, put something on and come to the dining room. Coffee and breakfast are waiting.”

You laughed and answered “aye, aye, sir!” 

Quickly you both put pants and a shirt on and walked to the kitchen. As Gibbs was making coffee you put the groceries on the table. Then he came with the black gold for you of course with milk and you both enjoyed the meal. 

While eating Jethro suddenly asked “why did you go into the guest room to sleep last evening?”

You stopped chewing and only thought “ohoh, how should I explain this?”

But thankfully you quickly came up with a reason “you said that you can't sleep when I toss and turn in my sleep.”

“Hm, last night I slept wonderfully with you by my side. So please come to me, I need you. I can't sleep without you.”

He looked so forlorn and pleading that you could only breathe “yes.”

You exchanged a loving look, but the spell the two of you were in was broken as Gibbs’ phone was ringing. 

“Gibbs” he listened to the caller and then said “Yes, coming.”

You watched him and waited. 

“The director wants to speak with me. Let's go.”

So breakfast was finished and you drove to the office, but not without buying two coffees on the way. And it was absolutely fascinating. Entering the building he completely changed. Yes, he still touched you as often as he could, but now he was in full special agent and marine mode. 

You could say the old known Gibbs was back and that was good news. 

Arriving at the bullpen he stormed the stairs up to Jenny while you walked to your desk and sat down to begin with your work. You hadn't read one sentence as you noticed Tony coming to you. 

He sat down on the corner of your desk and grinned widely at you the same way he had done the last few days.

So you knew this was coming. It was unavoidable like a car crash when someone drives towards you head-on. 

Sighing you looked up at him and said with your eyes rolling “Spit It, Tony.”

“Hey Wifey, soooo you and our boss…how long does it go between you two?” 

“There's nothing.”

He laughed “ooohhh, but there must be.”

“No.”

“I'm absolutely sure about that. You two broke rule 12.”

“No.”

“Then there was something.” 

“No.”

Tony laughs “you think I believe that?” 

“You have to believe it, ‘cause it's true. Can we go back to work now, please?”

“Noooo! You know what I think? That there IS definitely something between you. Otherwise he wouldn't recognize you as his wife and you would not play it for the sake of him.” 

He leaned closely towards you and whispered 

“I ask you again…you and Gibbs are a couple?”

“No.” Slowly you were losing your patience. 

“Soooo, when you and Gibbs aren't…then maybe we can tonight…together…” he wiggled suggestively with his eyebrows. 

Right in this moment Gibbs came, head-slapped Tony, gave him a stern and dangerous look and said slowly “DiNozzo. Stop. Flirting. With. My. Wife. Or you will find yourself as an agent afloat for the next few years.”

Tony got big eyes and hurried quickly back to his desk saying “yes, boss.”

Gibbs smiled contently, then kissed you on the forehead and went to his desk to check his emails. Seeing this brief interlude Tony only smirked widely. He will be damned if he wasn't right that the two of you are a couple and in fact a very happy one. 

Your own thoughts seeing his grin were more like “My goodness, how will I ever get out of this mess?”

During your questioning by Tony Gibbs stood in front of Jenny's desk. 

“Jethro, how are you doing?” 

He growled “That's nearly the only thing I hear from everyone. Fine, I'm fine. And I have work to do. So, do you want something special or can I go and do my work?” 

“I only wanted to know if you are well. But since you said you are, you are allowed to go.”

“Good.” he turned and left without another word. 

She sighed and wondered who would know best how he is doing. And then she had the perfect one found: Y/N! Yes, of course! Who would know better, than his “wife”? 

This word led to a stab in her heart, but she dialed your number and asked you to have lunch with her.

(To be continued...5 chapters remaining)

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[rubylovessharks]

Floyd Leech x gn Reader im trying to make this fluffy idk how good this is Floyd and his S/O hanging out in the rain :3(they get sick-)

not much else to sayyy sooooo- enjoy <3

READER IS NOT YUU

Classes have just ended for the day and unfortunately, you forgot your umbrella. You thought about running as fast as you can or perhaps wait the rain away untill you heard a familiar voice. "Baby! Heyyy~" a sing songy voice called out and you knew who it was. A big hand touched your shoulder and you didn't have to turn around to see his face since he put ot right Infront of yours. Teel colored hair with a black stripe, miss-matched eyes that their form looks drippy, and of course - his big toothy smile! Who else could it be other than your boyfriend, Floyd?

"Hey love." you smile at him but then you are reminded of the terrible rain outside and search to see if Floyd had an umbrella on him. "Whatcha look for? Did ya drop something?" he looks around him to see if anything was on the floor that belonged to you "no no Floyd, I'm trying to see if you had an umbrella or not. It's raining really hard outside and I don't really wanna get wet.." He's face showed you that he infact, did not have an umbrella with him, and yours immediately showed disappointment. What are you both going to do if none of you had an umbrella? Even your puzzled expression doesn't compare to the face you'll soon make once Floyd speaks his mind..

"Can't we just walk in the rain?? it'll he funn!"

The face of complete shock you had once he said that- does he want to get sick??? Last time he was complaining about how, "getting sick will be the woooorsttttt!!" now it's "let's get sick" Floyd's mood swings really are unpredictable... "so? Do you wanna or not? I have a shift soon and I know Azul's gonna kill me.." your boyfriend's voice woke you from your thoughts and your concerns and you just went along with it. Who knows, maybe walking in the rain without something to shield you from the rain will be fun! So you take his hand and hold it firmly, without saying a word you walk with Floyd outside, into the harsh rain.

"If I'm going to be sick it'll be alllll your fault Floyd! You betting take good care of me then." Even though you know Floyd won't be much help if you did get sick, especially if the both of you did, you still had to put him up with the responsibility of taking care of you. After all, wasn't being taken care of by your lovely boyfriend the best cure? Floyd just gives you a big goofy smile that tells you that for now he is ready to take that responsibility, but who knows if he'll feel like it later on.. Not to say that he won't be concerned! It's just that he might lay down with you and cuddle. But it's not that bad so the two of you will take both options!

The second you both got out you were immediately hit with a ton of water. The two of you were dripping head to toe with rain water and it made the cold weather feel worse on your skin, yet it seemed that Floyd was having the time of his life! "This feels soooo~ great!! It's like I'm back home, but the water isn't salty!" He made sure that you could hear him, after all with all the sound of the rain falling and hitting everything it was hard to make out what a person would say if they used a regular tone. "Floyd I'm r-r-" not able to finish your sentence you sneezed. "Pffft- you look like those soggy cats with a grumpy face!" He beems, even though you knew ge was probably right you still hit him, playfully. Still, Floyd knows you are cold and not really fit for this weather conditions. So he doesn't want to keep you outside for too long. Floyd takes off the jacket off of his school uniform and then snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you close so he could get the jacket to cover both of your heads. "There. Now you won't get as sick as you could've, aaand~ I'll keep you warm!" Not like this actually warms you up, the thought is indeed nice.

Aren't you glad Floyd is your significant other?

bonus:

You and Floyd were stuck to his bed in Octivile as the two of you cuddle. The both of are now sick after your fateful encounter with the awful weather yesterday, and now the two of you are keeping eachother warm and cozy as Jade prepars you both a nice soup to keep you warm.

[dhiings]

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ Jane w/ HYBE Artists ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

જ⁀➴ Nana (actress) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : mother-daughter at the same time older sister, " Nickname given by Jane for Nana : jinah eonni Nickname given by Nana for Jane : nuki

• Nana first met her when jane's crouching down in pledis's old building's bathroom. She found her silently crying, it was breaking her heart. Jane was comforted by her. From there, nana always checking up on her if she's doing okay or not. • Jane always said that Nana is someone she look up to and is the literal definition of angel sent by God. • Nana’s mothering jane. But, also at the same time, she’s like an older sister she never have. Gossiping with each other. Asking about romantic advices. • It could be seen that they hang out with each other a lot, even when seventeen haven’t debut. Everytime jane is stressed out, nana always invite her to have a picnic at han river. • Sending each other a food truck, flowers, or gifts as sign of support.

જ⁀➴ Baekho (Nu'est) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : strangers to friends, "i always thought you could eat someone alive, but turns out... you're just a hello kitty" Nickname given by Jane for Baekho : baekho/dongho oppa Nickname given by Bakeho for Jane : jein/soonok

• They know each other because they are under the same company. Yet, they're not that close, they just know each other's name and bowed to each other. • Later on, they finally get more close after bumping into each other at a gym place (this is when pledis haven't acquisition with hybe). From there, they started to get closer with each other. Despite that, they doesn't hang out that often. • There are many interaction of bakeho and jane captured during The Game Caterers 2 x HYBE.

જ⁀➴ Yeonjun (TXT) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : friends to hang out with, silly, "i think i can tackle you down" "you wanna try?" "nvm" Nickname given by Jane for Yeonjun : yeonjun Nickname given by Yeonjun for Jane : jein/soonok noona

• She got to know him because of dino. Their first meeting is when jane needs to grab her phone in one of the dance studio, which txt's currently using. She was accompanied by dino at that time. Knowing that dino and yeonjun are close, he decided to introduces yeonjun to jane. After that, they just kept running to each other coincidentally. Then they decided to just hang out together (the three of them). • During, The Game Caterers 2 x HYBE, he teases her because she can't answer a simple question. Then, when it was his turn, he can't answer a math times table. Jane got her revenge by teasing him endlessly. - ep 2-2, 16:29

જ⁀➴ Jiwon (Fromis_9) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : adoration, friends, "i'm finally seeing somone" "stop being delulu, i know it's one of your male fiction collections" Nickname given by Jane for Jiwon : jiwonie Nickname given by Jiwon for Jane : soonokie

• Being ina co-ed group where there's only 1 female member, make her thrilled knowing a girl group will son join pledis. • She mentioned that, "You know, when i was a substitute of m! countdown's mc, i saw fromis_9. They are soooo beautiful like a fairy goddess. Even when they're not wearing any makeup, they still look so pretty. I even got one of their number and start befriending her." - Vlive 201018 • They made lots of tiktok videos and challenges together when they hang out.

જ⁀➴ Jay (ENHYPEN) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : "i mean it's crazy" "what?" "we finished each other's s--?" "sentences?" "bruh, you haven't watch frozen aren't youH" Nickname given by Jane for Jay : jay Nickname given by Jay for Jane : jane (sometimes w or w/o noona)

• Got to know each other (more than just saying 'hi' or bow) through nikki. His very chill to be around (so american style), it wasn’t hard for jane to adjust and become herself. • When they’re around each other, they always talk in english. • Many moments of them talking and whispering in The Game Caterers 2 x HYBE. • Jay’s actually the one who tell both jake and jane that they went to the same high school.

જ⁀➴ Nikki (ENHYPEN) x Jane

Relationship Dynamic : 'swag kids', developed crush, "you're so cute" "me? i mean you are cuter though. wait, i mean- no i mean- no.. yes? no?" Nickname given by Jane for Nikki : nikki Nickname given by Nikki for Jane : jein noona

• Jane rooting for nikki during i-land and belive in him that he could debut too. • Before i-land even happened or broadcasted, they had met before. When nikki wants to go to the audition in the hybe building, he got lost (ofc, that building is sooo huge). Then, he abruptly ask to a stranger to ask for direction, that stranger happened to be jane. Seeing him stutter, mixing both korean and japanese together in a same sentence, jane confidently strike up a conversation in japanese. Hearing the "stranger" could talk in japanese make him felt soo relieved. • Nikki develop a slight crush on Jane. He would secretly glance at her direction when she's in the same room/show with him.