#idk. idk! i was well on my way to getting off but suddenly felt guilty so i had to stop

[steaksex]

I love posting polls its awesome. Anyways the guilts havw been affecting me, as have the oc brain worms. I should note that yes this is my space i will do whatever the fuck i want forever. HOWEVER i want to know the vibes.

[mikobeautifulheart]

hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

[strgrlxox]

𓆞 what could have been 🐚

🌊  ↺ i combined two requests for this onee so hopefully it isn’t two shitty?? ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ also ik yall see how good she looks in that picture oh LORD ↺ 🌊 

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🌊 || SUMMARY :: request one here. request two here.

🌊 || CONTAINS :: reader is insecure. dark!abby. the relationship is a little toxic?? abby quite literally breaks into readers apartment (idk wtf is wrong w me either). fingering (both receiving).  

🌊 || WORD COUNT :: 1.7k

you had regretted your decision to leave her the second you made it. you had let your lack of confidence determine the fate of your relationship and it killed you. 

you were home, like you have been for days now. after ending things off with abby, you had pretty much nowhere to go. you missed her. you missed her touch, her smell, her face, and the way she looked at you. you groaned out loud, unable to hold in your distaste. 

you had brought this on yourself, you knew that. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. you couldn't help but cry at what could have been.

“why are you crying?” it was her. undeniably her. you had to have been dreaming. you blinked your eyes open, squinting to see better in the dimly lit room and there she was as clear as day. 

“what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?”

you felt your pulse rise as your heart threatened to leave your chest. “abby? why––––how are you here?” 

“you gave me a key, remember?” she answered simply, a tight (forced) smile meeting her lips. “now i wanna know why you tried to leave me…”

her pout said it all; that you hurt her, that she was upset, and that she had come here with a goal. you had left her but she had found you again, and she was determined to get an answer from you. 

“abby––––i don’t…” suddenly your mouth felt dry. sure, you should’ve been a little concerned at how comfortable she seemed coming into your home but all you could feel was relief. 

“that’s not a fucking answer.” you couldn’t help but flinch at the harshness in her voice, she had never spoken to you so sternly before. she walked up to you with quick strides, leaning over you from your spot on the bed. “tell me what i did so i can fix it…please?”

she sits in front of you on your bed, her right hand finding a place on your hip.

whiplash. she gives you fucking whiplash. how quickly she could go from looking at you so firmly to looking at you so tenderly. it hurt you to know that she thought it was something she did to you. 

“you deserve–––” you began but didn’t get a chance to finish because she was cutting you off with a hardened look in her eye.

“is that what you think?” her breath is hot and minty against your face, and her grip on your waist never loosens but you begin to find some comfort in it––––your body recognizing her touch immediately and relaxing into it. “you think i don’t deserve you?”

the wake of her anguish which she masks as indignation makes you shudder. every hair on your body, standing because that is not what you said at all but fuck, does it sound good when she says it. you feel guilty for the way your body reacts to her whimper.

“i didn’t say that, abs.” you aren’t sure how you managed to find enough air to speak when it feels like she invaded it all. 

“well, then what did you say?” her eyes narrow and her tone hardens. if you thought you had ever seen her angry before it was clear that you knew nothing of her anger. 

“i just…you deserve better than me, abby.”

you expect her eyes to soften like they used to whenever you expressed insecurity, you expect her grip to loosen––––to become tender how you remember. what you do not expect is the laughter. it’s cruel and deep and targeted. she’s laughing at you. letting you know just how ridiculous you sound.

“when i told you i intended on being with you for the rest of my life, you agreed.”  

“i know but––”

“no. did you lie to me? or do you just not trust me to keep my promises?” there it is again, that childlike pain in her gaze. despite the anger seeping within her words, you can tell she is hurt…that you’ve hurt her.

you don’t like that you are the source of her anguish, it pains you. you’ll do anything to take that pain away. you can’t help it, you grab her face and press her lips to yours. her kiss is hesitant. on one hand, you don’t deserve to taste her after what you’ve done to her. on the other hand, you taste so good. fuck, you taste like hers. 

you wanted to atone, to show her that you’d realized the error in your ways. you wanted her to forgive you for letting your insecurities hurt her. because she’s taught you something you never dreamed of learning before her. she’s taught you how to pay homage. 

“let me show you how sorry i am.” you whine up at her, pulling back and staring at her unsure eyes. “let me show you how wrong i was, abby.”

she watched you for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she should let you have your way––––let you prove yourself. but it was no use, she could never deny you. not when you looked so pretty asking.

“you gonna be good for me?” she rasped out, her voice alone was enough to make you shiver. you nodded vigorously, eyes widening because you didn’t expect her to give in so easily. 

“i’m gonna be so good for you, you can take what you need from me.”

–

it was supposed to be a punishment; her making you watch as she made herself come and wouldn’t let you help. and it was…at first. but as her groans grew louder and her back began to arch…you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be able to see her this way.

your mind started to race with all kinds of (but all mutually nasty) thoughts. one of which seemed to cloud your judgment…you wanted to feel her inside you. “wanna feel you inside me, please.” her eyes flicker up to yours, almost feeling embarrassed at how despite you are to feel her. “please, abby. i wanna feel your cum inside me.”

she blinked at the request, not quite understanding what you were asking of her until your hand flew to her wrist as you tugged her closer, your mouth watering at how pretty her fingers looked covered in her own cum. she groans at how ravenous you’ve become, loving how badly you need her.

“why do you think you get to ask me for anything right now, hm? after what you did to me?” it physically pains her to deny you but she’s meant to be teaching you a lesson.

you sob, body moving with an unfocused speed. she had never seen you move with such haste before, hovering over her body with your legs on either side of her lap and letting your forehead fall against hers. “i know, i’m sorry but i just want you. so bad.” 

it annoyed her how cute you were, how impossible you made it for her to  keep up a tough appearance. she mocked your pout, deciding to be somewhat nice to you.

“yeah, okay. i’ll do it, baby, i promise.” her words do very little to sooth your wanting but the gentleness in her tone makes your eyes flutter. “but i need you to do something for me first, okay?”

you nod wildly, blindly agreeing to whatever she’ll ask from you. “anything, i’ll do anything. need to feel you.”

“i’ll make it all better if you tell me you love me, tell me you’ll never leave me again.” she pulls your head back so that your mouth is no longer touching her. “if you tell me you fucking need me.”

“i love you, i’ll never leave you again.” tears bubble up in your eyes as you buck your hips. “i need you abby, more than anything.”

she growls, feverishly and primal. you moan when she finally puts two fingers inside you, curling them in the perfect way. she always managed to make you feel so full. your breath hitching as she kisses below your ear. whispering about how good you’re being for her and how you take her fingers so well. telling you she’s proud of you for learning from your mistakes, that she’s so happy that you know you’re her girl––no one else's, and how perfect your pussy is.

despite how good it feels and how much her words turn you on, you huff at her lack of movement, hoping that she’ll remember you’re her good girl and take pity on you. instead, she hushes you and continues doing nothing but kissing you and whispering in your ear. you whine, hand reaching up to tug on her hair.

she laughs, it comes from deep within her chest. “well, go on. you wanna cum? you do it yourself.”

you whimper again, unable to process her words properly when all you hear is she’s not gonna make you cum. 

“no, none of that.” she rolls her eyes, her free hands coming down to caress you hip gently. “i was nice enough to give you my fingers, you can do the rest.”

“f-fuck, abby.” you whine when she doesn’t move, bucking your hips in disagreement.

“that’s it, that’s my good girl.” she coos, her fingers never changing pace or stopping but her kisses grow more persistent. “fuck yourself with my fingers.”

you place your hands on her chest to steady yourself. you set a fixed rhythm, bouncing desperately against her. she curls her fingers again to assist you while you smack your into her, eyes rolling when you remember that her cum is inside you.

“jesus, abby.” you whine, tears bubbling in your eyes. “you’re so good to me.”

she hums, her free hand wiping away your tears. 

you rode her until your thighs began to ache and your stomach began to burn. your orgasm passed over you leisurely, soft sighs of her name leaving your lips like it was the only language you could speak. her body keeping yours steady as you rocked slowly in her hold before doubling over with your head in her neck. she rode it out for you before taking her fingers out of your trembling cunt. she couldn’t stop herself from tasting the mess you made, moaning around her fingers as your flavor melted on her tongue. “you’re mine, baby. forever.”

[thoughtsofatransboy]

"Forgiven"

Priest!Gerard x Ftm!Reader

Warning: NSFW, Dark content? Grammar mistakes I'm not a native English speaker, Probably doesn't make sense cuz i don't have a clue of what people do in a Catholic church, Religious guilty, Sin confession, Religious mention (what you expected? It's a priest), kinda of blasphemy? (Idk, you're fucking a priest inside the church, is it blasphemy?) Ftm reader, low-key dysphoria mentions. (Ignore Frank lol)

Synopsis: You're a low-key religious ftm guy, Father Way is the only one who understands you and don't judge you by your gender, but how can you confess to him when he is the one in your sinning thoughts?

"Here i am..." You said, finally arriving the little church. Despite you being trans, you still kind of religious, anytime you think you sin, you feel a necessity to confess, but this time you went too far.

The sin of Lust. But you made it WORST. You were fucking desiring a priest, the local priest, the only one who supported you on being yourself. You were feeling horrible, but what could you do? Father Way was the hottest guy you ever seen, the way he moves, the way he talks and the way we calmly listen to you everytime you need to confess.

You see Father Way, when he looks back to you, he goes to you. "Hello Son, need to confess again?"

You nod timidly, nothing else to say. Trying to figure out how to manage through this situation, how could you confess to him when he's the reason you sinned? Well, it's not like you have time to think now, he's already leading you to the confessional.

As you sat down, he noticed you were very nervous, in an attempt to calm you down, he said "Calm down my dear... Tell me your sins, you will be forgiven... There's nothing in the world that you do that can't be forgiven. The tone he said it could make your body melt right there, it's not your fault that he's so sexy even while trying to be modest, isn't it? Oh... How could God forgive you when you are sinning inside his own house? Inside the church?

"Dear? Are you feeling nice?" Father Way's voice breaks your mental focus, now you know you need to start it or at least say something. "Sorry Father, I'm going to start..." You left out a pity and anxious sigh. "I've been lustful... Filthy thoughts... And about someone i shouldn't..."

"A married man?" It was the worst he was expecting, honestly. "No... E-even worse" Father Way raised an eyebrow... suspecting of who could be the one making you have naughty thoughts.

"Then? Who is it?" You swallow it hard, getting more and more anxious. "A...a p-priest. I-i visited another church last week and-and i met a young priest and he's...cute" Fuck! You're a horrible liar. "hmmm... I see, i see... I'm not going to lie, it is a pretty bad sin... But you can receive forgiveness, just don't do it again and pray asking God for forgiveness, He will listen to your plead, I'm sure"

"But father... i-i..." You shut your eyes down, trying to breath but you couldn't, the guilty was too much, some tears started to roll down by your face. "Father... the... priest... is..is..." You decide to tell it, if you didn't the guilty would eat you alive. "You! You're the one in my thoughts! My worst ones"

Way was impressed, the confessional was suddenly silent but after some seconds, that felt like years, he smirked a little "Oh sweet boy... What a bad, naughty boy... you've been getting all aroused because of me?" You blink three times in shock, you really hope you aren't dreaming...

"F-father... what are you saying-?" You're more nervous than before, happy that Way's teasing you but shy at the same time. "Oh... You know very well what I'm saying" He stepped off of the confessional cabin, getting closer and closer to you, the gap between you and he is very little. He started to kiss you jaw getting closer to your ear "Want this? Couldn't lie... I've been a little interested in you too... But you're probably happy with it, aren't you? Don't lie" You could only nod. "Great" without you noticing he was already with his hands all over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I'll fuck your sins out of you, 'kay? So you get satisfied and won't do it ever again... You so shy today... Where's my brave boy?" You couldn't hold it anymore, you pull him into a kiss, a deep and lustful kiss. You guys separate it after some time, in the need to breath. "There he is! There he fucking is..." He started to kiss and suck in your neck, whispering praises to you "Such a sweet boy, so pretty, so handsome... You're very handsome, aren't you?"

You could only whine and moan while he attached your neck, but you wouldn't let it go this easily. You pushed him, making him enter the confessional cabin, once he entered it, you didn't thought twice before sitting on his lap, now your time to suck and kiss his neck, licking and holding tight on his shoulders. "Oh my God boy... You gonna kill me this way.... Argh!" Way tried to hold his moans, too proud to let them out. You grind against his lap, making friction against his bulge, the bulge you only noticed now that he sat down. You kissed him deep once again, harmoniously wrapping his tongue with yours, it was a messy and sloppy kiss, but one full of desire.

"Aaaa...Mmm.. okay boy! 'kay! Got it dude... you're in control, Kay? Kay?" You smirk, happy that he finally admitted it. "We need to be quickly, soon we'll have a mass..." You got in your knees, already pulling out his cassock. Once you removed it, you already started to kiss and tease his bulge, once you remove his cock from the boxers, you look at him, with a naughty smile, his cheeks all flushed and his breath hot.

You kiss and lick the tip of his cock, taking the opportunity to massage his balls, his cock throbbing crazily and his moans echoing around. "Yeah! T-that's my dude... A good cock sucker... Mmm... My little cock sucker, thank you... Argh! Thank you.... C-can i suck your dick too?" You stopped your sucking, glaring at him, nodding as quick as you processed the information.

Way put you on his place, crawling between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing your boxers down. The groan he left out was nothing but pure carnally desire. "What a pretty dick... What a pretty hot hole... I love it" He started licking delicately over your t-dick, kissing and sucking making you melt in pleasure. "Can i finger you? D-do you like it?" You nodded, Way inserted two fingers into your hole, not focused in being quick but in touching your sweet spots. He felt you clench hard around his fingers, he giggled silently, going back into sucking your t-dick. "Good... You're going to cum for me, huh? Gonna cum for me handsome?..." You finally reached your climax, moaning high and shameless, for a second being grateful that the church was empty today.

Your legs were a little shaking, so he put you on his lap a little, stroking your hair. "Forget that shit about being quick...my handsome...so good for me... You were incredible..." He kissed your cheek and kept stroking your hair. After some minutes you both decided to take the next step, he stroked himself a little, rubbing against your entrance. "Shh... Shh... I'll take care of you handsome, i promise" He pushed it into you slowly and delicately, like he was touching a piece of glass. His firsts thrusts were deep and slow, letting you adjust to him and afraid of hurting you. "You too tight... Oh God..." He started bucking his hips into yours, his thrusts getting faster and faster, you bucking your hips down on his too, increasing the deepness and the friction, you both left out a cracked moan. "F-Father... Oh my gosh... You're so good... So hot..."

You guys muffled each other's moans with kisses. "I love you Way! I love you..." you bucked your hips particularly harder this time. "Thanks handsome... i love you! I-i love you too....!" You're reaching your climax along with him. "Aaaa! D-dude... Gonna c-cum on my cock sweet boy? I think you really sh-should!" You clenched hard around his cock, finally cumming. He didn't lasted that long after you finished, he bucked his hips one last time before cumming inside you. He kissed your lips with a soft sigh. "You're incredible... I'm happy to have you... So pretty and hot.." you giggled a little, resting your head on his shoulder. "Forgiven" you both crack in a laugh, he stroked your hair a little more. "I'll help you to get dressed, the mass will start very, very soon... When it finishes, I'll bring you home and we'll cuddle together, okay?" You only nodded, pecking his lips while he helped you to put your boxers on again. You left the confessional cabin, taking a seat waiting for the mass to start. Smiling silly everytime you locked your eyes into his, now you're deep in sin, but really happy.

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 6b: Mutual Masturbation (Toji Fushiguro)

A/N: I believe Toji was suggested for day 6 by @vampnyx! Idk why, I felt the need to make both fics for this prompt on the mean end haha. Dirty talking Toji is my guilty pleasure

Featuring: GN reader || Toji x reader

Warnings: mutual masturbation, angry Toji to mean Toji, mention of a ruined orgasm, dacryphilia, use of sex toy (dildo/vibrator) by reader and then on reader by Toji, pet names, dirty talk/talking through orgasm, overstimulation, cumshot on body

Word count: 2000

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You knew you were fucked, but not in the way you'd like to be. For whatever reason, you'd gotten it in your mind to tease Toji, play him like a fiddle during sex as if he wouldn't wreck you immediately afterwards for it. Of course, he'd argue it was less teasing and more of a death wish when you'd accidentally ruined his orgasm while you were riding him on the couch.

Just as his thighs had tensed and his eyes had fluttered shut, you'd suddenly lifted your body off of him, his cock slipping out of you and slapping wetly against his stomach with its weight. You'd intended to simply edge him, drive him a little crazy so he'd fuck you even harder. But your timing had been off, just a few seconds too late, and you could only watch, mesmerized, as his cock jumped against his body and slowly oozed his release. The tensing of his stomach and throaty "fuck" he grumbled was so incredibly hot, and it distracted you too late from the fire of rage that lit up in his eyes.

Before you knew what was happening, Toji had you flipped over on the couch onto your back, his hulking figure bearing over you as he growled out at you, "What the fuck was that?" His hands were holding your wrists up against the couch, keeping you pinned.

You'd seen him pissed before, but never towards you, at least not to this extent. Your blood felt frozen in your veins, and for a moment you couldn't even respond. The orgasm that he'd been building up in you was nowhere to be seen.

"What, you think it's fun to play games with me, huh?" he asked, still waiting on your response, and you forced your mouth to start working before he would get any angrier.

"N-No, I didn't mean to do that, I swear," you stuttered. "I just wanted to tease you a little bit, I-I didn't mean for it to go that far, I'm sorry!" You struggled a little, hoping he'd ease up on your aching wrists, but his grip stayed strong.

Toji could see you were genuine, a little fear in your eyes as he saw tears start to well up. Part of him wanted to ease back, he never wanted to actually scare you off; you two had spent a long time getting used to each other and it was a fight for him to win your heart. But fuck if your tears weren't pretty, and his body ached for a real orgasm, still eager for more, now that you'd awoken a beast.

He considered his options. He wanted to continue fucking you, make sure you took his seed like he'd wanted originally before your poor decision ruined that. But you thought you were sly enough to play games with him like that, and not expect him to get revenge? You were sorely mistaken. He broke out into a grin, but it was a predator's grin, sending a shiver through you.

"All right, fine, I'll forgive you," he started, finally easing back on your wrists as he sat back on the couch. You followed him up slowly, tentatively. Although he didn't look quite as scary as a minute ago, you still felt a sense of unease in your chest, anticipating something else, and your instincts were right as he continued. "But first, you're gonna fuck yourself for me."

With that, he got up without waiting for response and went into your shared bedroom. When he returned, he was holding something that you couldn't see until he sat down on the couch with you again, tossing it to you. You managed to catch it and your breath caught as you realized he'd brought your vibrator, something you hadn't used in ages because, why would you? When you have Toji right there to fulfill all of your needs and more?

You couldn't help but glance up at Toji, who had a feral look in his eyes and a dangerous smirk on his face, accented by the scar across his lips.

"C'mon, sweet cheeks. I know you didn't cum yet," he said. "You want me to fuck you again, you gotta make yourself cum on that first."

You knew you were fucked. Although you still appreciated your toy, being a bit of a more expensive purchase with fancy settings, the reason you didn't use it anymore wasn't just because Toji dicked you down often enough by himself. It was because the toy no longer did anything for you, probably because of getting used to Toji. It simply didn't scratch the itch anymore, now just useful for prep rather than the main event. You might be able to cum from it, but it wouldn't be easy. Knowing this, all you could do was give your affirmative and try to give it your best shot.

"Good. Now lean back. I wanna see that cute hole while you fuck yourself."

You could feel your face heat up from his crass words, but you complied, leaning back against the arm of the couch. Luckily, you were still covered in your juices and lube from just earlier, so you tentatively rubbed the toy up against your body, doing your best to arouse yourself again. Thankfully, it worked, as some part of you remembered the feel of the toy and the wonders it had worked. Toji's body seemed to be reacting to your actions, as well, as you saw his cock bobbing eagerly again.

You would have asked what Toji was going to do in the meantime, but your question was answered wordlessly as his large hand reached up to wrap around his cock.

"Hey." His tone made your eyes shoot up, making eye contact. "I said fuck yourself, not ogle me. You want this, you keep moving," he said.

"Sorry," you mumbled, and you continued your work, rubbing the toy more against your arousal, dipping down to your hole and subsequently wetting the end of the toy. After a moment, you started to ease the toy in, sighing in pleasure as it slid in easily. Just as you suspected, it didn't reach nearly as deep as Toji's dick did. But you'd dug this hole for yourself, and you were going to get out of it somehow.

Now that you'd inserted the toy, you started to move it, working up to a moderate pace. Toji, pleased that you were following instructions, followed suit and started pumping his cock. He matched your movements, imagining it was his cock that was in you, fucking you at a controlled pace with deep thrusts that he knew would drive you nuts and keep you on edge for a while.

After a moment, he realized that the toy wasn't on and frowned. Your eyes had shut as you worked the toy into your hole, so he decided to lean forward and pressed the first button, starting the toy up.

As the basic vibration settings started, you jolted in surprise and let out a short moan, clamping down on the toy. The toy had a rotating head along with the vibration, and immediately you could feel it now poke along your favorite spots. Opening your eyes, you looked down to simply look at the toy, but your eyes caught on Toji working his dick, and you could practically moan again.

Toji knew he was hot, you'd made it clear how much you liked all of his features, scars and all, and he was a damn picture now as he sat across from you. Both of your eyes were glued on the core of the other person, his eyes hooded as he stared blatantly at your toy shaking and moving in and out of your wet hole. And you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from his dick as his massive hand pumped it in time with you. It was a wonder how that thing ever fit inside you.

Your pleasure was rapidly climbing, but it still seemed to plateau after a moment, leaving you on a torturous level of pleasure. You increased the vibrations which helped at first, but soon you were back at the same place. Not quite enough to cum, and not quite enough to calm down yet. You didn't even have to say anything, Toji's smirk as your eyes caught his told you he knew exactly how you were feeling.

"What's wrong, baby, is it not what you wanted?" He asked, knowing full well what your answer was.

You could only nod, still trying in vain to use the toy.

"Well, you're not getting this—" he shook his cock for emphasis "—until you cum on your pathetic little toy. And you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Please, Toji," you responded, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll help you out," he said, piquing your curiosity. "Just picture it's me instead, fucking your tight little hole. I can't wait for you to get off on that thing so I can fuck you properly, bounce you on my cock until you can't think of anything but me. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make sure you're ruined for anyone else but me.."

You hadn't expected Toji to talk you through your pleasure, especially after what you did to him. But just like it always did, it definitely spiked your pleasure levels off the charts. Although the toy by itself wasn't exciting, the combination of his dirty words and the toy finally brought you to the edge. You could barely make out Toji's figure, but you just managed to register how hard he was fucking his fist now, close to the edge as well.

"I— I'm gonna cum," you gasped out, trying to hold off now until his okay.

"Fucking finally, cum for me," Toji growled out.

Your body obeyed his words almost immediately, and your body convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out in pleasure. Through the buzzing in your ears, you faintly heard Toji grunting close by before feeling hot liquid shoot across your belly and chest, realizing a second later he'd cum on you.

You went to turn off the toy, the lapse of vibrations giving your body a moment of peace as it stayed inside you. But it was interrupted as a large hand covered your own and pressed the button on your toy, restarting it. You couldn't help the jolt, now sensitive, and a moan fell out of your mouth before Toji's lips slotted against yours, muffling you. He took over the toy, pumping it in and out of you as you shook from overstimulation, your hands scrambling to hold onto something for dear life. After a long moment, he finally turned off the toy and slid it out of you slowly, backing up on the couch to take in the picture of your hazy eyes and quivering thighs that were covered in the lube and your juices, the way you were still clenching around nothing in the aftershocks.

He gave you a blessed moment of rest, but it didn't last long before he was picking you up and setting you in his lap, your weak thighs straddling his hips. You looked up at him and saw a serious expression on his face.

"See? That's what you get when you play games with me. What do you have to say?" he asked, clear eyes locked on yours.

"I'm sorry, Toji," was all you could reply, but you knew you were already forgiven, especially when a smile broke out on his face. He leaned down to kiss you, and you let yourself melt into him as your lips met. It was a sweet moment, at least until you felt something very familiar, hard and hot, pressing against your inner thigh, and you drew back in surprise. Toji's smile stayed on, but it was full of mischief now as his hands held your hips in an iron grip.

"What, you thought we were done?"

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

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This is part 2 to my Stray kids Poly fic.

Warnings: drinking, guys making reader uncomfortable, idk what else but if I'm missing something please let me know

Here you were back at the same club you had met the two gorgeous boys and had slept with. Back in the club with your friends. This time it was your birthday and you would've loved being surrounded by your friends except the moment they had walked into the club they disappeared.

This left you sitting in a booth staring at your drink as you mixed around with your straw. You had never felt more alone than you did now though. Head in your hand you'd had only been here for about 30 minutes.

You think about to last week waking up in the morning. Rushing to get out of the room at 630am. Picking up your shoes and calling a Uber. Yet as you leave the room in a rush you bump into a figure in the hallway. Luckily they catch you before you fall onto the hard ground.

"You good?" The voice says. You look up and see another gorgeous guy. You nod your head.

"I'm okay." You mumble softly.

"In a hurry?" He says as he watches you pick up the dress and your shoes off the floor.

You nod. Suddenly you hear a voice behind you. "Minho?" Comes from behind you. You look behind you at the male who called the guy in front of you.

"It's okay Jisung she's one of Chans and Hyunjins guest. She's in a hurry." Minho says to his tired boyfriend.

"Oh okay." Jisung says trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Well hope you get home safe. I'm going to get back to bed." Minho says to you. You nod.

He slides past you. You watch as his hand goes to his boyfriends waist.

"Lets go back to bed baby." Minho says softly walking to his shared room.

You walked out the house and the Uber was there and you get into the car on the way home.

You finally get out of your own head looking inside your cup again.

Suddenly you feel someone slide into the booth with you. You look up and are met with two drunk idiots.

"What are you doing here by yourself pretty." You look at both guys in disgust. You could smell the alcohol on their breath.

"I'm not by myself." You say trying to get them to go away.

"Oh yeah. Well it sure seems like it." One of the men say.

"Yeah well I'm not." You say showing no interest in them.

One of the guy grabs your wrist. "Come on let's show you a good time." He says trying to pull you out of the booth. Your eyes are filled with fear as you try to pull your grip out of his hand.

His grip only tightens and he practically drags you out. As he does he pulls you into his chest and his friend comes up behind you. You're sandwiched in and your eyes filled with fear.

"Let me go please." You say begging and trying to pull your hand out of his grip.

"I think we're going to have some fun tonight." he guy behind you says.

"No Stop!" You say even louder. You close your eyes as the male in front of you gets closer. Suddenly both guys are pulled off of you and you hear multiple hits.

You open your eyes met with Jisung. "You okay?" He says softly.

You nod your head. "Thank you." You say.

Behind him you can see Minho. His hand bloodied.

Behind him is one of the guys knocked out blood all over his face. You could tell his nose was broken.

"Thank you both." You say softly.

"It's not a problem. We're just happy you're okay." Jisung says smiling at you concern is still on his face.

"Are you here by yourself?" Jisung asks softly.

"Well I wasn't because me and some friends went out to celebrate my birthday but then they left me when we walked in." You say eyes looking down at the floor.

"Well we're about to head home because I need to make sure Minho's hand isn't broken. You're more than welcome to join us." Jisung says inviting you as he glances at Minho who has wrapped his hand around Jisungs waist at least not the bloody one.

You feel guilty as you watch Minho put his head on Jisungs shoulder. He inhales Jisungs scent to calm himself. "Yeah. I don't really have a ride home and I don't want to be here anymore so if that okay." You say softly.

Jisung smiles at you softly. Minho picks his head up to look at you and his eyes hold no hate for might have breaking his fist for you. Instead they're filled with concern that you weren't okay.

Jisungs hand finds Minho's that was wrapped around his waist. You watch the two. Jisung holds out his other hand for you and you take it.

He drags you both out the club and towards a car. Jisung releases yours and Minho's hand. He holds his hand out towards Minho. Minho raises an eyebrow confused. "Let me see the keys. You can't drive with what could be a broken hand." He says hand making a come here motion.

"Jisung you've had quite a bit of drinks I think it's best you don't." Jisung pouts at Minho's words. Yet he knows he's right.

"I can drive." You say softly and Minho raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not drunk I promise. I didn't even take a sip of alcohol. I wasn't really in the mood to drink." You say being honest.

Minho grabs his keys out of his pocket and throws them towards you and you catch it.

He opens the car door with his non bloodied hand. He gets into the passenger seat and Jisung pouts as he gets into the back. You slide into the front and adjust your seat and mirrors.

"If I have to sit in the back can we at least play some music." Jisung says whining. Minho complies and turns the radio up. He tells you the instructions on where to go and 10 minutes later you've pulled into the house.

Jisung gets out of the back seat quickly. He takes the house key and goes to unlock the door. You and Minho follow out after.

Jisung has already got the med kit out and Minho watches as Jisung grabs everything he needs. "You need to go wash the blood off." Jisung says and Minho nods.

"Hey can you go help him while I find the rest of the things." Jisung says glancing up at you then going back to look through the kit.

You follow Minho into the kitchen. He turns on the water. He watches as most of the blood washes off yet there is some stained to his hand. "Need help?" You say quietly and Minho looks at you and nods.

You carefully grab his hands and the soap. Minho would've done it but his hand was killing him. He really hoped he didn't break it. His boyfriends would be upset but they'd probably also be pissed not at him but at the guys who were messing with you. They hated guys like that especially Minho. Thinking about it just pissed him off more.

"You okay? Does it hurt a lot?" You say as you try to be careful and get the dried blood off.

"It hurts quite a bit but I'm okay." Minho says eyes looking up at you.

"Are you okay?" Minho asks back to you.

"Yeah I'm good. It's certainly not been the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last." You say shrugging your shoulders. You both go silent.

Minho looks at you sadly. It hurt him to hear that. "It shouldn't have happened." Minho says breaking the silence.

"I know but it couldn't be helped luckily you and Jisung we're there." You say and Minho looks at you.

"I don't want to know what would've happened if Jisung hadn't noticed you." Minho says.

"I know I don't know you well but I'd probably have hated myself if I had found you in some random corner crying." Minho mutters and tears spring to your eyes.

You wipe the tears. Minho watches you with concern. "Luckily nothing happened." You say and Minho nods not wanting to push you too much.

You grab a towel you see and wipe the water off Minho's hand. He has a deep gash on the back of his palm.

You walk with him back to Jisung and sit on the couch. Jisung takes Minhos hand in his. He looks at closely. "Try to move it." Minho moves it but it hurts not as much as it was though.

"It's not broken thank God but it looks like you sprained a few fingers." Jisung says.

"I'm going to have to stitch that gash. It's not as deep as it looks so it needs to be stitched." Jisung says and Minho shakes his head.

"Babe would you rather go to a hospital?" Jisung says asking him and when Minho shakes his head Jisung smiles.

"Good." He says. Jisung pulls out the needle from the med kit.

"Are you a doctor?" You ask Jisung. He shakes his head.

"No I went to medical school though. I wanted to be one. Just couldn't pass the math portion." Jisung says chuckling thinking about it.

Minho holds his hand out. You watch on as Jisung disinfects the wound and picks up the needle.

"Fuck!" Minho practically yells as the needle meets his skin.

"I'm sorry babe. You got to be quiet though or you'll wake everyone up." Jisung says and Minho brings his other hand biting it to keep himself from yelling out in pain. You instead hand Minho a pillow and he takes it and bites it.

Jisung does it effortlessly and makes it look easy. "I'm done." Jisung says eyes looking up at his boyfriend.

Minho pulls the pillow out his mouth. He looks at the stitches.

Jisung did them really well for being tipsy.

"It's not perfect but it's damn near." Jisung says looking at Minho.

"Thank you." Minho says to his boyfriend.

"You're welcome." Jisung says and pecks Minhos lips.

"Well it's late and I can't drive and Minho can't really with stitches or we'd offer to take you home." Jisung says apologizing.

"You can sleep on the couch or we could call you an Uber." Minho says.

You'd take them up on the offer of the Uber but you realize you left your house keys in your friends car. "Well I kinda don't have my house keys so I think I'll sleep on the couch." You say and both boys nod.

Jisung gets up and goes to a closet opening the door. "Would you like 1 or 2 pillows?" Jisung says softly.

"1 is fine." You say and Minho watches as you fidget with your fingers.

"Hey if you're not comfortable staying here I'm sure one of your friends wouldn't mind you staying at their house." Minho says and you shake your head.

You knew your friends and how they were.

"They probably have people staying the night already." You say and Minho nods understanding.

Jisung comes back with a pillow and a blanket. You accept the pillow and blanket. Minho and Jisungs eyes meet yours their eyes filled with sorrow.

"Hey if you don't want to sleep in here you can take me and Minhos room. We can sleep out here." Jisung says eyes watching you.

You shake your head. "I couldn't do that to you." You say against what they said.

"We don't mind sleeping in here." Minho says softly.

You shake your head. "No I'm fine really." You say reassuring them.

Their eyes watch you for a second more before they stand. "Okay. Well if you need anything you can wake either of us up we're down the hall on the left. If you get hungry or thirsty there's plenty of food and drinks in the fridge. You can help yourself." Minho says. You nod.

"Goodnight Y/N." Jisung says. You look at him confused on how he knew your name.

"Hyunjin and Chan told us that morning you left." Minho says and you nod at his words. That made a lot of sense.

"Goodnight." You say.

Jisung smiles at you and they both walk off down the hallway. You get up turning the light off.

You adjust your pillow and your blanket. Here you were left in the dark. You were glad that Jisung and Minho had been at that club because Jisung wanted to drink. You really didn't want to know what would've happened if they didn't come to your rescue.

You knew you needed to stop thinking about it and so you flipped over closing your eyes. You welcome the darkness and its like a lullaby to you sending you off to sleep.

Taglist: @queenmea604 @lolareadsimagines

[whentherewerebicycles]

okay well I don’t know what’s going on but I am really hitting a mental and physical wall this week. I suspect it has to do with the fact that last week he suddenly stopped napping well and, by some strange coincidence, became 1000x fussier in the afternoons and evenings. here is how it is affecting me:

I am so… so tired

I am having trouble thinking especially when he’s been fussing for like three straight hours and my brain has just switched off as some kind of a self-protective mechanism

I am struggling to make decisions about how to handle the fussiness because so tired and also because I don’t really understand what’s going on with him or how to soothe him

I’m getting behind on student work because I no longer have consistent nap windows in which to work during the day

I’m soooo much snappier and more irritable with the dogs especially… like I know they’re understimulated and under-walked right now and that’s why they’re barking so much more and I know I gotta address the root causes instead of getting angry with them for reacting in a very normal way to feeling stir crazy. but also sometimes when they wake the boy up from one of his suddenly rare naps or otherwise elevate the noise level in the house I am like I NEED you to shut up. I love you so much and I know it’s my fault you’re bored but I NEED the noise to stop.

I am not eating well because the fussing often starts around lunch time and I just lose track of where I am in the day and forget to eat. and then by the time I remember it’s too late to do anything but microwave something fast and kinda shitty

I cannot change the fussiness. he is having some big sleep changes and maybe a growth spurt or maybe he is just more alert to the world now and it’s harder to chill out. I pray that it is just a phase we are going through (where is my sweet chill baby of just a week ago) and I will also remind myself that so many things are going well. but what can I do to make this period more survivable for myself.

try to go to bed by 9:15 every night to maximize the sleep I’m getting even if it’s fragmented sleep (hopefully that won’t last much longer as he adjusts to not being in the swaddle)

consider asking his sitter to come a third day in the week for a while. use that time to catch up on student work (so I feel less behind and don’t have that additional layer of stress) but also use it to walk the dogs, cook, etc. and tend to other needs. I’m stressed about doing this because money 🫠 but I really need it and I also really need a break when he’s at peak fussiness levels.

scale back again. when I was feeling most overwhelmed before (around 6 weeks? idk it’s all a fever dream) I just focused on really, really scaling back the activities and outings so I could focus on feeding him and getting him to take good naps. I think I am trying to do too much now and I need to give myself permission to say no to things more and to consider the day a win if I just take care of the basics.

put headphones in when he’s fussing. I really need to stop feeling guilty about this and just do it. I will be so much better equipped to soothe/rock/bounce him if I’m not also listening to the nonstop lowgrade crying. it will not hurt him if I don’t listen to the crying. I can tend to his needs without listening to the crying.

try to give myself some grace. I cried a bunch tonight because he was so so tough to deal with this evening and I was feeling so maxed out. but then I was lying on my bed with him propped up against my legs facing me and he started playing his favorite “game” where he puts his feet in his little footie pajamas all over my face and chortles delightedly at my pretend-outraged reaction and it was soooo sweet and I was just like I love you so much 😭 I wish you felt better this week because then I would feel better too and more capable of being present with you. I feel like when he’s fussing soooo much it’s just so hard for us to have those sweet silly connections because we’re both so miserable and neither of us knows how to fix it. it’s tough! it’s tough. but we will get through this and I absolutely refuse to have any “am I a bad parent???” angsty feelings about this. I am a great parent and I am doing the best I can coping with this very challenging week. I cannot soothe him very well because he has a lot going on inside of him right now but I can make him laugh really hard by letting him put his little feet all over my face and that means I gave him at least one small moment of joy today. it’s enough! it’s enough. we will weather this.

[ryuusei-blade]

1,7 and 11 for the ask game :D !!

1: Favourite and least favourite character

Favourite is Kiyama Hiroto. His character is so interesting to me!! I can’t help but psychoanalyse him in literally every scene he appears in. He’s such an interesting and well developed character, especially in season 2.

I just love his arc in s2. Like you can TELL he’s a good person really but he also has a deep sense of duty/loyalty to Kira Seijirou (👎👎hate that guy) because of how he’s been manipulated. His character is so tragic because of this. The first time Genesis play raimon is so sad because hiroto just wants to play real football and have fun the way he sees Raimon doing but he can’t 😭😭😭. And then he accidentally injures Fubuki and obviously feels so guilty about it 😭😭😭

He’s also so dramatic for no reason I love it. Like he’ll suddenly disappear after talking to Endou, or when he literally jumped off a water tower when he stopped Nagumo from sneaking onto Raimon, or appeared on the roof when he stopped the Chaos vs Ramion match. He’s so iconic the entire way through.

I’m so sad we didn’t get more of him during s3 because he WENT THROUGH IT and you don’t get over that in 3 months.

Least favourite is Kozoumaru Sasuke. He tries to be Gouenji but he just isn’t 💀

7: favourite ship

Has to be hiromido. I just think they make a really nice pair. Also them together + adopting Kariya is everything to me. I wish we had some kind of content about them as a family, aside from the mini comic, because they’re so cute 😭😭

11: favourite orphan

hiroto‼️‼️‼️

I’ve already ranted about him so I’ll give the characters that are in joint second place.

(Idk if fubuki counts as an orphan since he could have other family members but just know I am very much obsessed with him as well.)

Midorkiawa is my second fave confirmed orphan. He’s such a silly guy !!! But also what he goes through in s3 is so sad I wanna give him a hug. He’s so desperate to prove to himself he should be on the team and not fall behind that he destroys himself in the process 😭😭😭 They should have brought him back at some point in the finals he deserved it :(((

Honorary mentions to Suzuno and Nagumo. They’re such menaces I love them. Like in the dub when Suzuno says he’s going to “randomly destroy parts of Tokyo… for no reason.” Or the whole thing with Nagumo trying to get onto Raimon just because he felt like it.

[survivoirs]

@walkpathe (moved so i could cut idk what tumblr drafts is doing)

ah,   the good old would have,  should have.  not yet,  maybe?  he is not entirely sure on that one.  ian,  however,  is confident enough to say he hasn’t imagined something there    (   he might wear dark tinted glasses,  but they sure as hell aren’t for his eyesight   ).  what he is not going to do,  anyway,  is offer   (   possible?   )   relationship advice to the man.  dr. grant is not the one with two divorces on his back,  after all. ‘  uh-huh,  sure.  ’   the two of them would make one hell of a couple,  if they were to ask his opinion,  but well..  at least he doesn’t feel even a bit guilty in turning towards alan completely,  expression unashamedly teasing.   '  so,  is that a no to work relationships or to relationships in general,  dr. grant?  '   ian malcolm isn’t one to limit his options,  never has been,  and he won’t start now in the company of not one but two frankly attractive scientists. his smile fades just a little this time,  when alan asks about his kids,  but ian is quick to put the usual nonchalant humor to his words and,  truth be told,  he isn’t lying at all when he says,  pride shining clear as day in his eyes:   '  my youngest,  kelly  —  she’s going to outshine me for sure.  '   the sad part,  the one he keeps silent,  is that he hasn’t seen his other two daughters in quite a while.  he keeps it under wraps,  gives out an uncomplicated version of himself,  bite sized and easy to chew on.  the rockstar,  the flirt.  it’s just easier this way.

Alan suddenly felt a bit too warm and reached up to loosen the bandana tied around his neck awkwardly. This topic of chit chat was not something he was used to dealing with out at dig sites. "It's not a no it's just -- what it is," he replied quickly, happy to let the subject shift to Ian instead. The man seemed better fit to being the center of a conversation than he was himself. Or maybe he was just feeling warm because of the flirty look in Malcolm's eyes when he'd asked him his stance on relationships. Truthfully, Alan wasn't sure he was meant to be in one. Sure he'd like to. Who wanted to spend their life alone? Work had just always seemed to be what he was married to. Finding that balance hadn't been something he'd figured out yet -- or given enough of a try to be honest. It might have been more on him than he'd like to admit.

It was actually kind of sweet to hear Ian talk about his kids like this. Grant smiled a bit while he listened, despite kids not really being his forte at all. "I never know how to act with kids. Which is entirely difficult given as Ellie describes me as "who every kid wants to flock to the second they know im a 'dinosaur man'", he chuckled softly and shook his head. It was very true. Tim alone kept trying to glue himself to Alan's side. "I don't hate kids," he clarified quickly. "I am just more comfortable with my dirt and my tools," he shrugged. "Though truth be told I think I might just be better with dinosaurs than I am with people in general. Suppose that will remain to be seen a bit..." he trailed off, thinking about getting to hold a baby raptor earlier. His head was still reeling with how amazing and terrifying all at the same time that had been.

[dumbbitchfrommars]

i really wonder what the context was of my last post. cause if it was about the girl who had a crush on me thats unfortunate. but if its someone else im gagged. im such a baddie. idk. idk. i think recently ive been in such a defensive state. like im waiting for something bad to happen at the hands of another person, and im expecting the absolute worst from them. i want to see the best but i also dont want to get hurt. i dont know where this stemmed from. i guess my people pleasing has gotten out of hand, because it hasnt been succeeding. 

my job is kind lowering my vibration beyond repair. i weirdly enjoy it though? i dont know. i must be too in my masculine. and of course, completely disconnected from my spirit and higher self. i cant bring myself to talk to my sister cause i know we will only trigger eachother. 

so here i am. sitting in the silence. tired of it all. 

i cant even bring myself to physically write in my journal. and working out isnt as meditative as it used to be. though im so glad i can still get my ass up and do it. its not as fun and exciting. i kinda feel guilty for sexualising myself and loving my own body. literally, yesterday i was trying to force myself to be comfortable with my skin out, that i ruined my opportunity for a relaxing walk. the entire time i was self conscious and felt like the entire world was watching me. completely uncomfortable. 

my anxiety is in a rough period at the moment. i dont even smoke weed anymore. that used to be such a spiritual practice for me and now im afraid of it. im kinda afraid of everything. especially people. 

its weird, because i seem like i love people. i tell myself im good because i am so social at work, and i perform well and i connect with customers. but in reality, i cant hold onto any kind of relationship. if i do it has to be superficial or im uncomfortable. 

i think if i shifted my focus to the good things about the relationships i do have, and the things that make me happy and comfortable and at peace, these issues im creating wont seem so huge anymore. its always like that. i should talk to my psych about all of this. i need to see her... i cant believe its been so long. like, my fucking dogs died. they both fucking died. 

they contributed to my focus on isolation at the moment. i suddenly had the ground pulled from beneath me. they were my stability and my safety. now i feel so alone, at my core, that its all i can think about. its made me realise how short life is and how quickly things can change and slowly everyone is slipping away... when i pushed them out. i forced them to leave. theyre barely even leaving when we were nothing to begin with. 

i get the feeling ive said all of this a million times before. it never really changes. 

i feel like im a really driven and motivated person. i am smart and self controlled, and responsible, and im good at the things i try my best at. im gifted. but at the same time, i cant change the things about me that cause me the most stress and worry. i am stuck. i have been stuck, for so, so long. im tired of it. im so TIRED. 

this loneliness is comforting. its healing in a way, cause i can avoid all the drama and stress of attempting to tell anyone how i am feeling. but that in itself is so fucking pathetic and toxic and weak. its like, i failed at the most fundamental human thing. communicating. connecting with others. creating a community. 

maybe one day someone will piss e off enough that i blow up on everyone. why does the idea of that bring me so much relief? 

i cant even bother myself to consider spiritual practice right now. oh im stuck in the past and its holding me back from opportunities and the blessings from the universe? bitch, im trying to fight depression! who gives a fuck about opportunities right now?! i have nothing to fucking live for besides europe. thats so pathetic. i need to get my head right again because this is such a huge mess. im under so much pressure. i have no time. time, time, time, time. 

i need to be more social, i need to be more this and that. its a fucking exhausting thing to be in my mind right now. where did all the love go? it literally died with them. grief is consuming me. i cant pause life but its consuming me and im trying to pretend to be happy but im also trying to find the happiness again but its gone. they took it with them into the afterlife. or just into the fucking ground. 

it poured so heavily today and my heart hurt with the anxiety i felt that you were cold and alone out there. that you were getting wet and without cover. why does it keep on raining? youll be so cold. i remember you laid in the rain the night before you died because you could barely move or notice it was happening. my poor babies. i miss you so much. 

this is why ive been avoiding planning my birthday like a fucking plague, like a fucking disease. how can i even think about celebrating my life when yours have ended? to even celebrate without you? its too painful. i cant pretend like this anymore. but of course ill keep on acting like im fine. its the only way. i fucking hate this world. 

[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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A Bit of Tequila

(Knoxville x Reader oneshot)

Angst???fluff, making out, idk what this is tbh I wrote it at 3am the other night lmao

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I walked into the same familiar bar for what felt like the 100th time in the past year I’ve been part of the Jackass crew. The boys were always dragging me out here, where the floors always seemed just as sticky and there was certain to be a drunk guy puking in the corner that one (if not more) of the boys would be adding to in a couple of hours.

I love the boys like family, but being their babysitter all night wasn’t all that you may dream of. Not to mention the past couple weeks I’ve been trying to not be around Johnny outside of actual work, and he’s started to notice, but I just have dodged his efforts to talk whenever he finds me alone.

When I first signed on I obviously thought he was cute, but the closer him and I got, I realized I had started daydreaming about that man and didn’t want to either come off as unprofessional…or embarrass myself to the point of no return which is what would definitely end up happening.

So I’ve just tried to avoid him as much as I can and maybe my stupid, silly, crush will just go away? But it still is there and him continuing the effort in desperately trying to talk to me whenever I was alone was just making me start to feel guilty, so here I am with the boys at the bar yet again. Not to mention steering clear of that southern drawled “sweetheart” wasn’t easy either.

Steveo immediately went up and ordered a round of shots for the table and beers, while I saw Johnny out of the corner of my eye, ordering tequila shots for himself before walking back to the table.

He slid into the stool next to me with his shots, and I quickly tried to think of a way to excuse myself without being obvious that I didn’t want to sit next to him; as much as I actually wanted to scoot closer to him. I knew he wouldn’t try to bring up that around the guys, but I could tell he wanted to push my limits which I couldn’t blame him.

“Here sweetheart, take this” he said, sliding a shot of tequila towards me as he downed his, and then another. “Thanks” I said quietly and avoiding eye contact, throwing mine down as well, just as Chris returned with more tequila, Johnny grabbing a few more shots for himself.

The guys kept drinking, before starting some drinking games amongst themselves, leaving Johnny and I to sit in an awkward silence as I nursed a beer and he continued on his tequila. Between his tequila consumption and never puking on set, I was convinced he had an iron stomach (or liver)? Maybe both?

“What did I do? Please just talk to me honey?” He suddenly said, breaking the heaviness in the air between us. I could tell he was drunk, by the way his head hung in his hands on the table, the glossy look over his eyes, and the tequila on his breath.

“You didn’t do anything” I bluntly replied, and quickly looked away from the sad look on his face and over at the guys a few tables down yelling over their current game.

“Then why don’t ya like me anymore? I miss talking with you sweetheart” he said while sliding a warm hand on my arm to pull my eyes back to him.

���Im warm, let’s go outside” I told him, needing to get his hand off of me if I wanted to think straight and because I knew he wasn’t going to let this go while the other guys were distracted.

He tried to stand up off his bar stool to follow me, taking a minute to get his footing. We walked out back to the patio which had just a few people smoking and drinking amongst themselves but not a ton since it was chilly out.

We found a spot along the railings that led out to the side street and he pulled out a cigarette of his own, offering me one from the pack to which I declined.

“So?” He asked me, raising an eyebrow with his cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Johnny, I promise it’s not you. You’ve done nothing wrong and I’m really sorry” unsure of what else to say.

“Then why don’t you ever wanna talk to me anymore, or hang out with just me? We used to do that all the time and now you practically run for the hills when you see me. What changed sweetheart?” He told me, genuine confusion in his voice.

“I did Johnny! Me. Not you.” I blurted out, not wanting to hurt him anymore than it seems that I already have. I didn’t think he would be that effected by me avoiding him because he has the guys all the time to screw around with and could get any girl he wanted to occupy his free time.

“What changed?” He said, looking in my eyes and for the first time in weeks I held eye contact with him and under any other circumstances I would have melted at just that.

I tried to determine just how drunk he was and how much he would remember but he just kept staring at me and I knew I needed to get it off my chest. Worst case scenario, I leave tomorrow and go back to my boring home life and leave my best friends, utterly embarassing myself, but I couldn’t deal with myself anymore knowing he was this confused and hurt over it.

“I can’t stand to be around you without wanting to be with you, Johnny. For the past few weeks now, anytime you’re around or throw around the word ‘sweetheart’ I just want to melt on the floor and I cant do that. I couldn’t risk this job or losing the guys and figured if I pushed you away for a bit I’d lose those feelings and we would go back to being just friends” I confessed, as he stood there staring at me with his cigarette in his hands not saying anything.

“I know this is probably weird now and in the morning if you want me to I’ll pack my shit and go I just didn’t think you’d be that upset over me avoiding you lately.” I finished, praying that he would at least say something.

Instead he just laughed, and laughed like he just pulled off the best prank yet. If I didn’t feel like I was going to get sick before, I do now.

“God, y/n sweetheart, I wish you would have just said that then, the guys have been teasing me since the day you got here saying I turn into some lost puppy dog around you, probably because I do” he said, chuckling to himself, and wrapping a hand back around my wrist pulling me slightly into him.

“What?” I asked in disbelief still of what even just happened, and if it was the bit of tequila in him talking.

“You heard me. I like you. A lot. And I have. That’s why I wanted to hang around you all the time and that’s why I was so confused when you started being skiddish around me honey” he said, now running circles on my wrist with his thumb.

“You’re not saying this because you’re drunk are you?” I questioned him still not really believing what I was hearing and starting to feel pretty dumb. The guys have always made jokes to me about him and ‘how in love’ he was with me, but I never believed them because I figured they were just being dicks like usual.

“It would be a lie to say I’m not tipsy, but I’m not drunk sweetheart, even if I was I’d be telling the truth, i want you” he told me, long forgetting about the cigarette burning in his hand.

“I’m sorry then, I didn’t want to not be around you, i wanted to do the opposite” I said to him now, holding his hand in mine and stepping closer to him so I could smell the cigarette smoke, tequila, and whatever department store cologne left on his old flannel he had on that night.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked me, tipping his head back to the door. I nodded, still in disbelief of what just happened, but was pulled into reality when I felt his hand on my jaw and his lips on mine, as I slid my hand on the back of his neck and my other arm around his side, feeling his muscles move under my fingertips.

“Let’s go sweetheart” he told me, holding my hand again as he broke the kiss off, and led us back into the bar and past the guys with a nod towards them, as they all yelled chants of “finally” and then brought us outside to wait for a cab.

“You wanna drop me off at home, stud?” I joked, elbowing him in the arm as a cab pulled up to the curb.

“I was thinking about taking you back to mine, didn’t wanna get lonely tonight honey, especially after you’ve ignored me all this time” he told me with a fake pout.

“Well then what are you waiting for?” I asked him while raising a brow, watching the smirk on his face grow as we finally climbed into that cab.

[rindousberry]

❝𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐫❞

✿featuring: mechanic!shinchiro x f!bimbo!reader.

✿synopsis: you and your mechanic finally get it on in his garage.

✿tw: cursing, shinchiro’s a meanie, fingering, car sex (sort of?), pet names, slight nipple play, slight praise and a creampie. 

✿wc: 870

✿a/n: this piece was written for @getoswhore​’s porno 2k collab!!! thank you so much for letting me take part in it, i hope i did it justice! :’) the title is supposed to be a dirty car pun idk i’m dumb???? lower caps are intended btw and i also use a lot of this symbol (;) lmao???

shinchiro’s favorite time of the day was when you stopped by his shop; with your expensive, daddy bought car and long, bright pink acrylics that never forget to trace his biceps suggestively. he had no idea how’d you get accepted into university, being the complete airhead that you were but he had the suspicion it had something to do with your filthy rich parents. 

a literal dream come true, your tits always sat so nicely in your almost non-existent tops and whenever you bent down to watch him do his work, he got the best view. it was no secret you were there to simply ogle the man, obviously, there was no way in hell that your car had gone through that many problems as often as you came over, unless you were dumb enough to cause them yourself - which shinchiro couldn’t completely dismiss; he never missed the way your eyes followed him around as he looked for the right tools to solve your imaginary vehicle mishaps. admittedly, shinchiro wasn’t less guilty; he couldn’t count the times he’d just want to grab your smaller frame and throw it over the hood so he could take you right then and there; nor the amount of times he’d come back after a long day of work and jerk off to your sweet image in the shower. 

“hey shin, what does this do?”

he didn’t realize he was staring until you turned around and your mesmerizing ass disappeared from his view. you were holding a wrench in one hand and your phone in the other, probably about to take a selfie for your large social following. god, you didn’t even know what a wrench was. he might as well finally have some fun with you today, no other costumers scheduled to come in for the next couple of hours. you turned back around with a pout, your question unanswered and put the wrench back to its place on the table. shinchiro took this opportunity and drew closer until he was right behind you. you were wearing that short jean skirt that he liked, giving him easier access. 

“shin...”

his fingers trailed up your plump thighs and you instinctively leaned into his touch, having been craving and vying for his attention for so long.

“i bet there isn’t a single thought in that little brain right now but the thought of my dick huh?”

he mused, sliding his fingers over to your panties, feeling them already wet with your slick. “didn’t take long for you to get soaked, mm?”

he pushed the soft material aside and you pushed yourself onto his crotch; feeling how hard he was, you let out a whine. he began leaving butterfly kisses on your neck while his fingers made up a steady pace, the squelching noises your pussy was making driving him absolutely crazy. 

“what if someone came in right now?” he suddenly whispered in your ear, biting down on your earlobe.                                                              “see this mess you’re making? how much of a needy slut you are, getting this dumb just from two of my fingers?”

the way he spoke to you made your insides tighten around said fingers, making him chuckle.

“y-you’re so mean shin...” you tried speaking back, gripping the table, about to reach your climax when you felt his digits leaving your still aching hole.               

“i don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself, you impatient brat.” he thrusted into you abruptly and you were seeing stars. he reached out and lifted your top, playing with your pierced nipple, the silver chain around his neck dangling wildly, catching the fluorescent light from above.                                    

“mean huh? you’re about to see how mean i can get. lie down on the fucking car.”

he ordered, his deep voice compelling you to oblige, wobbly legs barely carrying you to the front of your car. you got on and he said, “spread ‘em.”

shaking and clenching over nothing, you spread your legs submissively as he got in between with his dick out, tip red and leaking with precum. he rubbed himself on your entrance, covering it with your slick. he was taking his time on purpose; with a trembling hand you reached down, grazing your clit, searching for relief. he slapped it away immediately.  

“you’re so fucking  - tight for me...god.” his grunts were like music to your ears, all you wanted was to please him, make him feel good and know it was all thanks to you, getting drunk off of his thick cock as it hit all your right spots. 

“go ahead and tell me how good it feels, princess.” your eyes were rolling so far back you swore you could see your skull as his cock reached your cervix, kissing it with every thrust. 

“s-so good! m’ feeling so g-good!” you yelled out, holding onto his bicep, nails digging into his flesh. his thrusts were getting sloppier, getting closer to his release and your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, locking him in place with the primal need of having his seed filling up your insides. 

“didn’t even have to ask you where you want it huh? fucking take it then.” with one last grunt, he buried himself deep inside you, his cum filling you to the brim.

he pulled out and watched it dripping out and down onto the shiny hood of your car with a proud grin.

“looks like daddy’s expensive car will be needing an extra polish. i ain’t done with you just yet, princess.”

[sunkissedpages]

instead of you [part fifteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

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Don’t tell Sam. Sam. SAM.

“Shit.”

You had to fix this in a matter of seconds. Should you slap him? Act like nothing happened? Pretend you were drunker than you actually were and play dumb?

“Wait, you’re not Sam?” you squinted your eyes like you were trying to see who was in front of you, acting like you were too drunk to remember who you were with. “Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Tom tried. 

“I-” you didn’t know how to respond. “Why did you do that?”

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I don’t know, it didn’t mean anything!” You’d be lying if you told yourself that didn’t sting a little. If he didn’t have any sort of feelings for you, why would he kiss you? “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Please don’t tell my brother.”

“You want me to lie to my boyfriend?”

“I mean, is it lying if you just don’t mention it?”

“It’s a lie of omission- are you really going to debate me about philosophy right now?”

“Then yes, I do want you to lie to your boyfriend because if he finds out he’ll never speak to me again.”

“You realize what kind of position that puts me in?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”

You couldn’t even think straight. Feelings of confusion, panic, anger, and regret fought for control of your conscience. “What if someone had seen us? Taken a picture of us? You’re a public fucking figure, Tom. That could’ve put your career at risk.” “Don’t you think I know that?” he growled. “I don’t need you to lecture me on how stupid it was.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed.

“I know.”

You stood from the table to leave, hoping he wouldn’t follow you, but he called after you, your name echoing in your ears like a warning. Reluctantly, you turned back to face him with a bitter taste on your tongue.

“You won’t tell him, right?”

You stared him down for a moment, watching nerves etch themselves onto his features before answering. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

It was a promise you didn’t want to make, but you felt like you had no other choice. You hadn’t just broken the ‘no flirting’ rule, you’d blown straight past it into completely uncharted territory. And technically Tom had been the one to initiate, you hadn’t kissed him back, but you couldn’t say you hadn’t felt something when he did. 

You had never lied to Sam before- at least not on this scale. You felt sick to your stomach, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. 

You almost didn’t want to go back to your room. You urged the elevator to go as slow as possible as you checked your appearance in the reflective wall. The tarnished gold was smudged with handprints, but you were still able to make out your ruined lipstick. You weren’t sure it had been messed up sometime during dinner, or if it was Tom’s doing but you couldn’t take a chance. You used your thumb to wipe away the evidence as the intercom on the elevator let out a ding to let you know you’d reached your floor.

With a shaky breath you pushed yourself into the hallway and forced yourself to put one foot in front of the other to walk to your room. You didn’t have a key, so you had to knock. You half-hoped Sam was already asleep, even if it meant you’d have to spend the night in the hallway. 

But as luck would have it he was still up and he opened the door seconds later. He was definitely out of it, blinking at you to put you in focus. 

“There you are,” he said tiredly, rubbing one of his eyes with his hand. “I was wondering when you’d come up.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you up,” you apologized as you breezed past him into the room. 

“Nah, I was just messing around.”

A lie, you knew, but you let it slide knowing you were keeping a much bigger secret. He was already dressed for bed in his boxers and one of your t-shirts and his hair was wet from a shower. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing your anxious energy.

You nodded. “I had too much to drink.”

“Ah, me too, I think. Come take a shower. It’ll help.” 

You took his advice and tried to sober up in the shower, letting the cold water run over your bare skin until you were shivering. When it didn’t make you feel any better you turned off the faucet completely and dried off, wrapping a towel around your body and sitting on the edge of the tub. 

“Y/n?” came Sam’s muffled voice from the other side of the door. 

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

You sighed. Why did he have to know you better than you knew yourself? You pushed yourself up from the tub and opened the door. 

“I had like three more shots after you left,” you mumbled.

The color drained from his face as he took in this additional information and he frowned. “Jesus, I thought I was drunk. Do you feel sick?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay, well let’s go to bed,” he urged. His accent was always thicker when he was drunk, and in a funny way it sounded like home, like all of those Friday nights back on campus. 

Sam gave you space to change into your clothes for bed and crawled under the covers to wait for you. You dressed yourself, hung your towel in the bathroom, and shut off the main light before feeling your way through the darkness over to the bed. 

You managed to get your drunk ass in bed without tripping which you considered to be a miracle. Sam slung his arm across your stomach as soon as you settled on the mattress and pulled you against his hip. You tensed underneath his touch, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

You couldn’t relax no matter how hard you tried, and sleep taunted you for hours, hovering just out of your reach. 

Sam’s alarm woke you from restless dreaming some hours later, when the sun had barely brushed the horizon. 

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow. Your head was pounding and you didn’t even want to think about facing Tom. The simple motion of rolling over had made you nauseous and you knew that standing up was going to be a whole nother ordeal. 

“Come on, love,” Sam said, nudging you with his knee. He was already sitting up, rolling the tension out of his neck from a night on the stiff mattress. “We gotta be downstairs in a few minutes.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you felt pathetic. You didn’t have the strength to be around Tom today, especially with Sam right there.

“Don’t feel good,” you moaned.

“We’re all hungover,” Sam sighed. “We’re not even doing that much walking today.”

You turned your head enough for him to see the tears running down your cheeks and he pursed his lips, expression turning worried. 

“Oh.”

“Can you make something up?” you pleaded. 

He nodded. “I’ll tell them you have a fever or something.”

You swallowed your shame and squeezed your eyes shut, whispering thanks into his shirt. Sam kissed your forehead and then got up. You vaguely heard him moving around the room getting ready, but drifted in and out of sleep as he did. 

Once he was dressed he softly told you goodbye, that he hoped you felt better, and that he’d bring you back some food later on. 

The door clicked shut and you let your guilt continue eating you alive. 

You wondered how Tom would react when Sam told his family you weren’t feeling well, if his face would give anything away. He was an actor, he should be able to handle it. But you also wondered what he was feeling, if he felt as guilty as you did- or even more so. Or maybe he wouldn’t even care. You never knew when it came to him.

You rolled onto your back and propped yourself up on a pillow, using the free time to respond to some messages from friends and family. It was the middle of the night back in the States, but at least they’d wake up knowing you weren’t dead. To be fair, everyone knew your communication skills weren’t the best so they probably weren’t expecting anything from you anyway, but you still wanted to put in the effort. 

The rest of the day passed by quicker than you would’ve liked. You spent it in bed, tossing and turning as you desperately tried to fall back asleep. You kept pushing the blankets off of you, then burying yourself beneath them again, flipping between hot and cold. Maybe you really did have a fever. Your clothes were suffocating you so you ended up stripping and dropping them on the floor by the bed. 

By the mercy of some higher power you were able to nap for a couple of hours scattered throughout the afternoon, but by dinner time you were wide awake again and passed the time by watching Avatar: The Last Airbender in Italian on the hotel tv. 

It was playing an earlier episode, the one where the gaang visited Kyoshi Island. You couldn’t understand any of the dialogue, obviously, but you still found comfort in the familiar scenes. 

There was a knock on the door suddenly, startling you out of your focus. You jerked your head towards the sound and scrambled from the bed. You slipped back into your t-shirt, but didn’t bother putting on pants before opening the door because you figured it was just Sam. And it was. He looked exhausted, but in the best kind of way and was holding a styrofoam container of food that was presumably for you.

“Forgot the key,” he said sheepishly, offering you the food. You smiled and took it from him, stepping aside to let him in. 

He didn’t take your cue, instead he stayed where he was standing in the doorway awkwardly. It was then that you realized he wasn’t alone, that his older brother had been standing behind him the entire time.

Sam offered no explanation, only shrugged like he didn’t know why he was there either.

“Tom?” you asked, awaiting an explanation for yourself.

“Can we talk?” 

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[daegall]

Not just a duty

pairing: bodyguard! hyuck x reader

genre: angst, hurt comfort, eventual fluff ig?, slight mafia! AU (its just mentioned that the family is part of the mafia idk)

warnings: bruises, mentions of fights?

word count: 878 words

a/n: i got this idea while playing genshin???? what the fuck?????

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet

Donghyuck presses your cheek lightly with the ice pack in his hand, a small disappointed from painting his face at all the purple and blue bruises that paint your own. You know he's upset at you, he always is when you do things like this.

"You shouldn't have done that."

You sigh at the first complaint he mutters bitterly, glancing down to stare at your swinging bare feet, you had thrown your shoes somewhere after you left the dinner party.

That goddamned boring dinner party. Why couldn't your father stop being all business and mafia and just listen to you for once?

"...I know."

It was your fault the fight had started, after all. You knew there were so many men going out for your family, and yet you managed to come across one, and even worse, you fought him instead of fleeing.

Fortunately, Donghyuck had taught you some basic self defense skills, and even some combat, so you could take the man. But when he called for reinforcements, that's where you got in trouble. You weren't even in your right gear, just running off in your fancy attire.

And even more fortunate, Donghyuck came just in time to save you. The menacing look in his eyes as he took each of the men scared you every time, no matter how many times you've seen it.

Sometimes, when you find the look in your eyes you think he doesn't want to protect you, and that he's just doing it so your father doesn't kill him off when he fails and gets you killed.

But, that's not too likely, you've bonded the past few months. Though, they do say to keep your enemies close.

The whole walk back to your house, and even to your bathroom, no words were shared, not even eye contact. You only glanced at him from time to time, and the only time you locked eyes was when you finally let him clean you up after a small banter.

"Miss Y/n-"

"Don't call me that."

Your once vulnerable and guilty tone was gone, hurt laced in it as you spat out your words.

You hated it when he called you that.

It's like all the nights of bonding, all the secret sleepovers, comfortable conversations and even nights of comforting each other were nonexistent. You hated it so much.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, miss Y/n?" Donghyuck says in a much firmer tone, staring into your eyes with a certain hardness in them, harsh. You sigh with a (not so) subtle glare at him, shaking your head.

He nods, saying no more words, and simply tending to your few cuts on your chin. Moments of silence in the spacious bathroom, occasional cheers and sounds of chatting and glass clinking together resonating from outside the door.

No thoughts were shared, not even looks, but there's a certain atmosphere that says everything.

I want to fight my enemies.

That is my job. Not yours.

"Why did you do it?"

For the first time in minutes, words cut through the thick atmosphere and echo in the bathroom, and your eyes even lock. This time, he has a much softer look, tenderly and genuinely curious of why you did what you did.

Your eyes fail to keep up with his, growing shy and falling to the small constellation of beauty marks on his cheeks. His sunkissed skin is beautiful, it always breaks you when you see them red and blue because of you. "I want to fight for myself."

"You know you can't-"

"But I want to! They're my own fights, Haech-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Don't call me 'miss Y/n'!"

Your eyes finally lock with his, and instead of cowering from his intense gaze, you stare back with burning eyes as well. You can see the way he grinds his teeth together and try not to lash out on you, but really, you really really want him to.

"They're my fights, Hyuck."

Donghyuck's heartstrings shake, very affected from the nick name you call him. HIs gaze very obviously shakes from your words, and the sight of tears starting to glaze over your eyes he loves oh so much. "You don't have to protect me all the time,"

"I love you, Y/n! It's not just my duty to protect you, I want- I need to keep you safe from them,"

Donghyuck's eyes shut tight as the sentimental words leave his mouth after staying on his mind for so long. He brings his hand down from your cheek, knowing that if he felt your bruised skin against his any more, he would break down.

Your palm is suddenly cupping his cheek, startling him a little bit, before he melts into your touch. You lean down to press your forehead softly against his, your whisper close to his nose and cheek.

"I love you too, but I can't stand seeing you constantly getting hurt because of me."

Tears falling on your cheeks, your fingers gently wiping off Donghyuck's own from his face, your heart aches. It aches as you know that you will have to leave Donghyuck to protect you, but it aches more knowing he wants to protect you, and he's not doing it just to satisfy your father. It reassures you that you're not just a duty.

[novamirmirsblog]

Stubborn

Genre: Fluff, hurt? a little angsty? Idk. you tell me ;)

Request: Yes

Word count: 1135

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs, injury, blood (I think that's it but lemme know if any more should be added)

This is the request: May i humbly request a Natasha x reader where R comes back from a mission all messed up and doesn’t want any help. R hides their injuries from the team but Natasha can see something is up. Later that evening, she tries to talk to R but they are stubborn and shouts they want to be left alone! Suddenly the reader starts coughing up blood due to internal bleeding and collapses. A worried Natasha screams for help while holding R. Feelings are confessed after R wakes up at hospital. Happy ending!

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted anon!

The mission had gone okay. It was a success for all intent and purposes and on paper, it looked like the perfect mission. Perhaps the paper should talk to your definitely bruised ribs and chest. Unfortunately, Stark's newest 'shock absorbent' fabric was more shock and less absorbent. You'd have to let him know that this was nowhere near the finished product he had promised. You'd do that tomorrow though. Right now, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep the pain off. When the medics came to check you over, you waved them away, saying that you'd had worse and a bottle of painkillers would do just fine. You were hoping to just slink in unnoticed, have an extremely hot shower, followed by an even hotter bath and then pass out on your bed.

This did not happen.

Bless your team, you really did love them but when Stark decided today would be the perfect day to throw a little 'Congrats on doing so well' party, you wanted to scream. The only saving grace was that it was just the team attending.

The adrenaline had slowly begun to wear off and as you watched Peter's mouth move incredibly fast about a topic you didn't have the strength to listen to, you suddenly felt very faint.

"Sorry Peter, I think I had a little too much to drink. I just need to get some air."

"Oh sure - I'm sorry y/n - I completely forgot - you must be so tired from your mission and-"

You patted his shoulder tiredly and moved away before he could draw you back in with another conversation. Little did you know that a certain redhead's eyes hadn't left you since you came in.

"and then that's when- Natasha are you even listening to me?"

"Yes. And that's when you saved the kitten from the tree. Now if you'll excuse me. I think I need some air."

"But I was talking about the time Morgan gave me a makeover." Tony sulked. The sulk was abruptly replaced with a smirk when he realised who else 'needed some air'.

When Natasha made her way to the balcony, you had your back turned to her and were coughing. Your coughing fit stopped and you pulled your hand away only to see tiny red spots.

"Shit."

"I didn't know my company was that undesirable y/l/n." Natasha made her way next to you, leaning against the railing.

"Tasha! How've you been?" You nudged her and tried to wipe the blood into your hand.

"I'm pretty sure I should be asking you that question. Did you even go to medical before coming here?"

"Umm yes? Maybe?" Natasha gave you a look "Okay, no. I didn't. But it's not even that bad okay? Just some minor bruising. It's not like the time I got shot!" Even as the words left your lips, you could feel yourself slowing down, moving your mouth just took too much effort. That's when you were sent into another coughing fit.

"Y/n, we are going to the medical bay right now." Natasha looped her arm around your waist and tried to ignore the warm feeling she got by being so close to you. Now wasn't the time.

"Get off me, Natasha." You pushed her away and leant on the wall. "I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine. I just-" You shook your head quickly, trying to clear the fog that was infecting your brain. "I just need to sleep." Apparently, sleep came a lot quicker than you expected because your vision suddenly went black.

Natasha's heart dropped. She didn't know what to do. She caught you before you fell to the ground but after that, she was frozen. She snapped out of her fear-induced haze and shouted for help. She didn't care how she looked, she just needed you to be okay.

~~~~~

An annoying beeping woke you up. "5 more minutes and ugh, turn that light off."

A low chuckle rumbled out, indicating that you were not alone. "Detka, I can't turn off the sun." Although Natasha would have surely tried to.

"Tasha" You reached your hand out and slowly peeled your eyes open. "What happened."

That was the wrong thing to say because her face switched from being concerned to pissed off.

"You didn't go to medical when I told you to." Her voice was low and dangerous. You had never been afraid of Natasha but right now, you weren't so sure you were going to make it out unscathed.

"I really didn't think it was that bad..." You at least had the humility to look a little guilty.

"You had internal bleeding Y/n. How is that 'not that bad'?"

"Okay so maybe it was a little worse than I thought but you're not exactly one to talk." You were offended that she had the audacity to shout at you when you remember multiple occasions of her walking around with bullet wounds just because she wanted to have a shower instead of being fixed up.

Natasha scoffed. "That's different."

"How. How is that different Natasha? Do you think I like having to find out that you're bleeding out because you refuse to go and get stitched up?"

"It's different because I care about you."

"Wow. You're saying I don't care about you? News flash Natasha - you're one of a few who I actually trust and care about."

"That's not what I-" You cut her off

"No no. I'm glad we cleared this up."

"If you would just lis-"

"You know I really thought we had something special Tash. Nice to know our movie nights were meaningless."

"THAT'S THE THING! Our movie nights weren't meaningless. They just meant more to me than they did to you. I came straight back from missions just to see your face Y/n. I didn't want to go to medical because I wanted to get to you as fast as possible. When you fell to the floor I realised I had to tell you. I've been sitting on this for far too long and today made me realise that. The thing is Y/n, I like you. Like a lot. So much that when I think of my future you're the only thing in it."

"I-" You didn't know what to say. The painkillers they gave you were pretty strong and words weren't being your friend at the moment. "I really like you too."

Natasha's lips reached yours and the kiss was slow and gentle, almost as if you were both afraid that if it was too passionate, it would break.

"I would really like to continue this but I'm on so many drugs Snoop would be jealous."

Natasha kissed your head "We'll continue this when you've come down off your high then."