#he was down bad I knooooowwww

[bodega-catto]

Gojo fell first AND hardest what a gay disaster

[nanobyting]

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

Writer’s choice!

you already knOOOOOWWWW

wanting. (NSFW ADLER/BELL) || subtle smut prompts (accepting)

Bell struggles to get her mind back together. She was lost in the sensations, mind so far gone, and it was all because of Adler. She’s vaguely aware that he said something, but it doesn’t register until she comes crashing down into herself - gasping just to get air in her lungs again, not realizing how she was howling just moments prior with how hoarse her throat feels.

“What..? What? Why did you stop?” She whines, arching her back and thrashing a bit under him. It only made him laugh because of course he loved to watch her squirm and struggle, especially when he had her pinned under him like this while he was deep inside her, his strong hands gripping her wrists at her sides. A firm grip. Not enough to bruise, as much as she wants them to. As much as she wants him to leave marks all over her no matter what the others may say. She’d wear them like a badge of honor, to show that he was wholly his and nothing else.

He bucks into her once to make her stop moving and it almost makes her eyes roll into the back of her head as she cries out. She sucks on her bottom lip and looks up at him pleadingly, stares into those blue eyes she loves and could get lost into, and tries to hypnotize and mesmerize him with her own green eyes.

She’s never sure if that actually works on him, especially since he always just tilts his head and gives her a slight amused smirk whenever she tries.

“Whaaaaaaat?” She whines again.

He doesn’t answer right away. Because of course he doesn’t. He always loves to draw things out and make her suffer. Testing her patience. No, he just wanted to see how bad she really had it for him.

Her chest heaves as she tries to even her breathing and she can tell he’s watching the rise and fall of her chest. It always made her embarrassed to have him look at her this way even though he was already inside her.

“Have you come back down to Earth?” He muses.

She huffs and wrinkles her nose at him, straining against his grip to get more comfortable underneath him. “... yes.”

“Good,” he hums, leaning over her again and pressing her wrists further into the mattress. “I said you could kiss me.”

She stares at him, eyes wide in disbelief, incredulous. She’d laugh at his ego if she didn’t want to kiss him so badly right now. He laughs as if he’s just read her mind because she’s like an open book for him and only him.

Bell knows it’s more than just permission now. If he took the time to stop, then it means that he had told her so in the heat of the moment earlier when she was crying from ecstasy and no doubt whining and staring at his lips longingly, and now he was just teasing her because he was downright mean.

Well, it’s not like she doesn’t like it when he teases her like this.

“... Really?” She asks after a moment.

“Mhm.”

She stares at him for another minute and he doesn’t twitch, staying perfectly still between her legs. She could never hope to get the upper hand with him. Any waiting game always backfired for her.

“Go ahead,” he encourages.

She glances down to where he has his hands on her wrists pinned to the bed.

Ah.

His smirk widens and makes the scars on his face grow. It makes her want to kiss him even more, press her lips along the lines and feel every dip and groove.

“What’s wrong, Bell?”

“I can’t kiss you like this.”

“You haven’t even tried.”

She whines, but heat pools in the pit of her stomach, wanting him even more now. She strains to lean up to kiss him and lets out a disappointed shout when he leans back, away from her, and laughs at her.

“Come on, Bell,” he teases, “kiss me.”

She’s breathing heavily now, getting worked up by the second, feeling herself go crazy for him. Wanting him and nothing but him. I’d do anything for you, her eyes say, I’d let you do anything to me. 

He hums and watches impassively as her eyes grow dark, waiting for her to snap. He tightens his grip on her wrists and it’s enough to make her finally move. With a growl, she gets enough strength to lift her arms off the bed, but he doesn’t make it easy for her as he tries to wrestle them down still. She fights him, not to make him let go, no, she’d never want him to let go, but to grab at him. Like wrestling a dog down that wanted to lick inside your mouth. Which is exactly what she wanted to do.

She’d never be stronger than him. Her close quarters combat skills were exceptional, but she relied on the element of surprise and her agility to win fights. The longer it went on, the chances increased in which she’d lose. And well, she was always going to lose when it came to Adler. 

He doesn’t expect her legs, though. The ones that were resting along his thighs just moments ago and bucking up against him as they wrestled. Then suddenly they were wrapped around his waist and he found himself below her with his hands above his head. There’s a brief flash of surprise on his face before amusement comes through again, raising an eyebrow at her as the corner of his lips quirk into a small smile. She gives him a self-satisfied grin before leaning down to claim his lips.

He laughs and lets her slip her tongue into his mouth. His fingers run through her hair when she let go of his hands to cup his cheeks. She’s practically mewling just from kissing him.

“Good girl,” he praises and feels her tremble above him. His hands roam down her sides to grab her hips, squeezing them.

“Let’s continue where we left off and see how long you last this time, huh?”

[autisticandroids]

okay the thing that annoys about godstiel arc is that it’s like...... actually not very good? let me explain. the felt sense of godstiel arc is really powerful and cohesive and affecting because the subtext is really solid and there. like, we feel cas’ crush and his jealousy and understand just how that can lead a person, especially a person as gullible and unselfaware and uncontrolled as cas, down a bad path. we feel dean’s horror and betrayal and complex feelings about cas who he still has such affection for, and who clearly still has such affection for him. like it’s this incredibly powerful story.

but also the text is so goddamn idiotic dskjfbsdkjbfsbfbsaf. like. one, it’s a story about a revolution with absolutely no politics which is MADDENING like, i knooooowwww it had to be a reveal but i can have little a heaven politics? as a snack? as a treat? blease? and then two it’s like...... cas’ great crime is.......... working with crowley. you know. our ally from last season. that crowley. like, in season eight, i bought crowley as a villain, we had a reason to have a problem with him but like. come on. making a deal with crowley seems an eminently reasonable solution to cas’ problem. the only reason it isn’t is because dean winchester wasn’t involved in making the plan, so it was automatically a bad idea. and three it’s like....... can i get a fuckin uhhhhhhh foreshadowing? for the leviathans? possibly? at all? 

anyway it pisses me off that this is such an emotionally meaningful arc to me and then i think about ANY aspect of it in ANY detail whatsoever and it falls to the FLOOR in SMITHEREENS. sera!!!!!!!!!!!!